Sorry for not updating on time, I felt like Sunday would be a little insensitive and yesterday I still just felt like shit so...and today I thought maybe since a lot of you enjoy reading this it could put a smile on your face if you need it. I apologize in advance because I didn't really give this chapter the final onceover/editing/whatever it deserved like I have the rest so I hope you still enjoy it!Thanks again :)
"Quinn sweetie are you in there?" Judy called through Quinn's bedroom door. Quinn rolled her eyes and walked over and sat on her bed.
"Yeah mom, come in." She said.
Judy came in and smiled when she saw Quinn in her light blue dress and white cardigan with part of her hair pulled back, "You look pretty this evening, are you going somewhere?" She asked as she sat across from her on the bed.
"Dinner with a few friends." Quinn answered quickly.
Judy nodded, "Just dinner?"
Quinn blinked at her, "We might hang out after but it won't be like last night." She reassured quickly.
"Who's going?" Judy asked.
Quinn took in a deep breath when she shrugged, "I'm not sure, Santana is picking me up soon though."
Judy nodded, "Okay well...I'll let you know when she gets here." She said and stood up.
"Wait," Quinn said quickly, "You didn't know I was going somewhere what did you want?"
"It's nothing that can't wait." She said with a small smile before she walked out of the room. Quinn blinked after her for a moment slightly confused before she walked back over to the mirror for a final once over. She took in a deep breath, willing the butterflies in her stomach to stop fluttering around before she ends up trying to throw them up.
It's just dinner with Santana it's not like we haven't done this before. She reassured herself as she heard the faint sound of the doorbell ringing and her mom calling up the stairs for her.
She grabbed her phone and purse before she briskly made her way out of the room and down the hall. Santana came into view before she noticed her walking down the stairs. She was wearing a tight dark blue long sleeve dress and her converse shoes, knocking them against the floor as she looked down. Quinn snorted when she saw the shoes causing Santana and Judy, who was standing against the doorframe to the living room, to look up.
"Hey." Quinn said quietly, quirking her lips.
"Hey." Santana said with a smile.
"What's with the shoes?" Quinn asked with a smirk when she reached the bottom of the stairs.
"I didn't feel like wearing heels or anything and they look good with this." Santana explained quietly as she spread her arms to gesture at her dress.
Quinn nodded slowly as her eyes slowly scanned back up her body, "So where's this dinner happening?" Judy asked causing Quinn to snap out of it and turn around to face her.
"Breadstix." Santana answered quickly and Quinn refrained from rolling her eyes.
Judy looked between them momentarily before glancing at the clock, "Well, don't stay out too late and be careful. I love you, sweetie."
"Love you too mom." Quinn said with a small smile before opening the door and quickly exiting the house.
Santana followed quickly and skipped ahead to open the car door for her, "I hope you know your mom scares the shit out of me now." She admitted as Quinn climbed in.
Quinn snorted as Santana closed the door and quickly made her way to her side, "I thought she was supposed to love you and be happy you corrupted me, remember?"
Santana laughed sarcastically as she pulled the car out of the driveway and drove away, "That was before I had to actually deal with her again." She muttered.
"I don't know I think she likes you, apparently you're smart." Quinn reassured.
"I'm a fucking genius of course she thinks that." Santana said.
Quinn snorted, "You'll be fine."
"Speaking of being fine, are you over your little issue from last night?" Santana asked curiously.
"Yeah, fine. Mercedes texted me a little bit but she's happy for us...and confused." Quinn answered.
"I bet everyone is." Santana responded with a laugh, "Are you gonna be okay actually going somewhere or we can like order out and eat somewhere more private?" Santana said, acting a little more nervous now.
Quinn glanced over at her, "I mean its not super obvious this is a date right..?"
"It's not really." Santana reassured quickly, "And people know we hang out so..."
"Just Santana and Quinn having dinner." Quinn said.
Santana nodded, "Nothing out of the ordinary."
"So it'll be good right?" Quinn asked hesitantly.
Santana glanced at her with a reassuring smile, "It'll be good." She said before she reached across and grabbed Quinn's hand.
"Do you still like slow dancing with girls?" Santana asked coyly as she took Quinn's hand in hers and placed the other one on her waist.
Quinn mimicked the placement of her free hand as she giggled and rested her forehead on Santana's shoulder, "I do...it's one of my favorite things actually." She said and Santana chuckled.
After a rather successful and not so nervously awkward dinner, Santana whisked her off into the middle of nowhere, pulled a stereo and blanket out of the trunk. She plugged her phone into the stereo and started playing a playlist she made for them. We've Got Tonite was the first up.
"This song felt so perfect for us that night." Santana admitted quietly after a moment.
Quinn lifted her head and nodded, "Is this like our song or something?" She asked playfully.
Santana shrugged, "It was the first song we danced together to so..."
Quinn smiled and rested her head against Santana's and looked up at the stars starting to appear in the darkening sky, "What other songs are on this playlist you made?" She asked quietly.
"Um...there's Mirrors, Take My Breath Away um...Teenage Dream I think? There Goes My Baby, Lucky, Somebody's Heartbreak, Heart Attack 'cause you know, yeah. Oh and Blame It On The Alcohol." Santana listed off, "There's more but yeah, that's the gist."
Quinn snorted as she pulled back to look at her, "Quite a variety."
Santana shrugged, "We're complex like that."
"You're complex like that what with you terrifying blind affection for me that you can't seem to accept." Quinn said playfully, "I feel like that's a Santana's feelings about Quinn playlist more than an Quinn and Santana playlist." She said with a quiet laugh.
"Okay I said its because I don't recall ever feeling like that ever nor do I know when or why or how it happened. And whatever" Santana said quickly.
"Some people refer to that as puppy love you know." Quinn pointed out with a hint of a smirk.
Santana gaped at her, "Santana Lopez doesn't not suffer from puppy love...ever." She argued.
"I puppy love you too if that makes it better." Quinn said slowly with a playful grin to offset sounding too serious.
Santana rolled her eyes, "I don't see you acting like a mental patient around me."
"You're doing fine." Quinn said positively.
"I had a few moments." Santana said pointedly.
Quinn shrugged, "Maybe you just needed a few minutes to get comfortable?" She offered as she let go of her hand and slid it around to meet her own on Santana's lower back.
Santana sighed and brought hers up around Quinn's neck, "We're gonna be living together this summer I need to get my shit together."
"You were fine up until the moment you asked me to be your girlfriend Santana and things haven't changed that much." Quinn pointed out.
"Well I'm an idiot don't worry about it." Santana said quickly and rested her chin on Quinn's shoulder.
Quinn snorted and wrapped her arms tighter as they kept swaying slightly to the music, "I think it's cute if that makes you feel better."
Santana sighed, "As long as it doesn't keep irritating you."
"It never irritated me you were just super weird at first it was very off putting." Quinn explained quietly.
"It's not anymore?" Santana asked.
"Well not so much I guess." She answered, "I have to admit your restraint from bitchiness is rather impressive though."
Santana snorted, "I have no desire to be a bitch to you anymore. This is what you do to me."
"Oh really?" Quinn asked slightly surprised, "Huh, who knew?"
"Shut it." Santana said and swatted at her back.
"I bet a year ago you never thought you'd be like this with anyone, especially me." Quinn teased.
"I bet a year ago you didn't think you'd be having sex with and wanting a relationship with me." Santana retorted.
Quinn snorted, "You don't know that."
"Oh please." Santana scoffed.
Quinn rolled her eyes and her phone began to vibrate in the pocket of her dress. Santana jumped back slightly and Quinn laughed at her as she pulled it out, "It's Rachel, I should see if she's okay, okay?" She said and Santana nodded.
"Hello?" She answered as she stepped back from Santana.
"Hey! Are you busy?" Rachel responded quickly.
"Kind of, I'm with Santana...why?" Quinn answered slowly.
"Oh," Rachel responded suddenly, "Well never mind it can wait until you guys get here um, when is that exactly?"
Quinn blinked and thought quickly, "We're leaving Wednesday morning so..."
"Okay, well have fun! Don't kill each other." Rachel said quickly.
"You're not even gonna tell me what it's about?" Quinn asked, confused.
"It can wait okay?" Rachel said with a softer tone, "Just have fun and tell Santana I said hi."
"Okay, bye I guess." Quinn said slowly wondering why people keep saying that.
"Bye!" Rachel answered before Quinn hung up.
"What was that about?" Santana asked, mirroring her confused look.
Quinn blinked at her, "I don't even know...but she says hi."
Santana rolled her eyes before she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Quinn again, "Well," She started lowly, "I think we should get to the fun part of the evening." She said with a smirk.
Quinn raised an eyebrow as she placed her hands where they were before, "What's that?" She asked, feigning confusion.
"Sweet lady kisses duh." Santana answered quietly before she reached forward and brushed her lips across Quinn's.
"I don't kiss on a first date." Quinn said teasingly, pulling back just a hair.
"Oh but you have sex before the first date?" Santana said with a quiet laugh.
Quinn shrugged, "Not the same thing. We're starting normally now remember?" She said with a small grin.
"Nothing about us is normal." Santana said pointedly.
"I take offense to that." Quinn scoffed.
"Oh shut up." Santana said quickly before she pulled Quinn's lips to her own. Quinn chuckled against her lips as she started to kiss her back. Their lips glided together smoothly before Santana pulled back and looked into Quinn's eyes briefly, "I forgot there's still another part to the surprise." She said quietly.
"What?" Quinn asked curiously.
Santana held up a finger and went to the car, leaning through the open window and reaching down under the front seat. She quickly pulled whatever it was out and out it behind her back as she skipped back over to Quinn, "Close your eyes." She requested.
Quinn raised an eyebrow skeptically but closed her eyes. After a moment Santana finally told her to open them. When she did she was face to face with a stuffed bear. Santana peered over its shoulder with a grin, "Look it's like Dexter...except you get full custody." She said with a goofy smile.
Quinn laughed and took it from her hands, instead of Yale or anything else on its shirt it had a tiny heart with "Q + S" in it.
"This is adorable, Santana." Quinn said looking back up at her, "Thank you."
Santana shrugged, "I was gonna wait til our one month but...Kurt helped me with it and he said I should give it to you tonight."
Quinn smiled, "So what do I get then?" She teased.
"Me." Santana smiled, "But really I don't know I'm not into the whole jewelry thing or gift buying in general thing so."
"It's fine, San, I don't care." Quinn said as she placed the bear on the blanket beside them.
"Are you sure?" She asked hesitantly and sat down on the blanket.
Quinn grinned and nodded, "You doing this is more than enough I mean I honestly wasn't expecting it...like at all." She said with a laugh as she sat across from her.
Santana snorted and looked down, "Well you're welcome. I was afraid you'd think I was trying too hard or that it's stupid or something."
Quinn smiled, "It's anything but." She reassured.
"I'm glad." Santana said quietly as she picked at the grass next to her.
"And Kurt helped you? When did you two become besties?" Quinn asked teasingly.
"Ever since he was the only one who knew about us." Santana said, looking back up with a scowl, "But we're not besties."
Quinn picked up the bear and looked at it more, "So did he do the shirt or something?" Quinn asked curiously as she traced the letters with her finger.
Santana watched her, "Yeah...I told him I thought it was kinda cheesy but he convinced me you'd like it."
Quinn snorted, "It's cute. This is actually a wonderful first date." She said quietly, "I didn't think you'd be into doing stuff like this so it's pleasantly surprising."
Santana shrugged, "We've both figured out a lot about me recently."
"Like how you're a gigantic sweetheart?" Quinn teased.
Santana pursed her lips and played with a blade of grass she picked, "You're not allowed to say that to anyone else it takes away all my credibility."
Quinn laughed, "So you agree?"
"I didn't say that." She responded quickly, "I'm still going with the you're an alien theory."
"Then why didn't I get this to work sooner?" Quinn asked playfully.
"You've only recently been replaced by an alien." Santana explained matter-of-factly.
"Ohhhh, is that it..." Quinn drawled out curiously, "Well everything just makes so much sense now."
"Right?" Santana asked quickly like it was obvious.
Quinn laughed quietly and sat the bear back down next to her, "So can we continue now?" She asked nervously.
"Well I guess." Santana said, pretending to be nonchalant.
Quinn scooted across the blanket next to her with her legs stretched out in front of her and her hands in her lap looking at her expectantly. Santana raised an eyebrow at her, "That looks like you sitting not like sweet lady kisses."
"I'm, I feel really nervous again." Quinn admitted quietly.
"Why?" Santana asked quietly as she shifted to sit on her hip facing Quinn, holding herself up with one arm, "We've done this before you know...and more." She added with a smirk.
Quinn looked down with a quiet laugh, "I know but I just...this time it seems different...plus it's you."
Santana pursed her lips as she brought her free hand to Quinn's waist and leaned closer to look her in the eye, "Its fine, Q. The only thing different about it is the fact that we're dating now. Conveying feelings and attraction if you will." She ended with a tiny eye roll.
Quinn shrugged, "We've never really done this while sober."
"And?" Santana asked furrowing her brow, "It's just kissing, Q."
"I know but I actually really like you and stuff." Quinn said quietly.
"Shouldn't that make it better?" Santana asked with a small laugh.
Quinn just pursed her lips and rolled her eyes before she brought her hand to the back of Santana's head and pulled her lips to hers. Santana smirked against her lips and twisted into her more as Quinn tangled her fingers in Santana's hair and tried to pull her closer.
"Was that so hard?" Santana asked with a smirk against her lips after a moment.
Quinn looked between her eyes before looking at her lips, "I think I'm better now." She said quickly before reattaching their lips again.
She smiled when she felt Santana smiling into the kiss. She felt like this moment couldn't be anymore perfect.
Santana slid her hand up to Quinn's chest and gently pushed her back so she'd lie down. Quinn hesitated a moment after she laid back. She pulled back and looked at her as Santana shifted her weight from her hand to her forearm and brushed Quinn's hair out of her face, giving her a small smile before she reattached their lips.
"It's okay, babe." Santana said quietly against her lips as she shifted a leg over Quinn's to get comfier.
Quinn released her death grip on Santana's hair and ran it down her side. Santana hesitantly ran her tongue across Quinn's lower lip and she wasted no time allowing her access as she grabbed a handful of Santana's dress. They both moaned quietly when they're tongues came into contact and Quinn let out a sharp, shuddery breath when Santana trailed her fingers to Quinn's exposed thigh.
"Your hand is freezing." Quinn said quickly and somewhat breathlessly. Santana just smirked and applied her whole hand to Quinn's thigh and slid it slowly higher as she attached her lips to Quinn's neck.
Quinn squirmed and whimpered quietly, turning her head as Santana nipped and sucked lightly all the way down until she reached the base of her neck and sucked harder, "Santana." Quinn warned halfheartedly.
"What babe?" Santana asked quietly when she was done and placed quick kisses all the way back up and across her jaw as she lightly scraped her nails across Quinn's hip and back down her thigh.
She didn't give Quinn a chance to answer as she dove back into Quinn's lips and kissed her again, feverishly. She shifted herself so she was half laying on Quinn. Quinn took advantage of her other hand freeing and running it down Santana's other side and to her exposed leg, squeezing gently just below her ass.
Santana sighed and pulled back just enough to look into Quinn's eyes, "Quinn stop." She whispered through a deep breath.
"What?" Quinn asked nervously.
"Don't be so handsy." She said with a smirk before she reconnected their lips.
Quinn giggled and slid her hand back up slowly to her back. Quinn lifted the leg between Santana's slightly and lifted her hips to shift into a more comfortable spot on the ground. The action caused Quinn's thigh to come into contact between her legs and she let out a quick, sharp breath as she tore her lips away from Quinn's and gave her a look.
"Seriously you're making this really difficult." Santana complained softly.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to," Quinn mumbled and sat up, causing Santana to roll off of her, "Maybe we should stop." She said quickly, running her fingers through her hair.
"Unless you don't want to..?" Santana offered quietly.
Quinn shook her head quickly, "I mean, I do...we should I mean I just. This is frustrating." She said and stood up quickly.
Santana sighed and stood up in front of her, "It's not that big of a deal, baby." Santana said quietly.
"But I don't...I don't think our relationship is ready for this. We can barely go five minutes without one of us starting to act weird." Quinn said tiredly.
"That's not what I meant Q, I mean you're freaking out and I just want you to know that we can wait as long as you want to, I don't care." Santana said as she grabbed Quinn's face so she'd look at her.
"But you don't want to." Quinn said just above a whisper.
"Of course I don't want to." Santana said quietly with a smirk, "But you think we should and I think you're right but...what if dealing with that tension would help with the rest?"
Quinn rolled her eyes, "I don't know but-"
"Is this about us or you?" Santana asked quietly.
"Both." Quinn answered honestly and Santana tilted her head slightly waiting for her to continue, "I want to be with you like that again more than you think but I really do wanna make sure we can be okay without that and I just, I don't know if I'm ready for a sober rendezvous. I mean you know what you're doing. I don't." She admitted quietly.
"I think its easier to have sexy lady times while sober than when drunk so the fact you were amazing while slightly inebriated tells me I think you know what you're doing too." Santana said quietly as she brushed a strand of Quinn's hair out of her face, "And to be fair we've been drinking wine like all night." She added playfully.
Quinn refrained from rolling her eyes, "That doesn't make it any less nerve wracking." She admitted.
Santana laughed quietly, "We can wait however long you feel you need to, Q. Just don't...I don't know." She finished slightly frustrated.
Quinn snorted, "Noted." She said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, honey bear." Santana said before she placed a quick kiss on her lips.
"Honey bear?" Quinn grinned.
"Yep. Don't question it." Santana answered quickly.
"Okay okay." Quinn said quietly and placed another chaste kiss on Santana's lips, "I think we should start heading back into town." She suggested.
Santana sighed, "Yeah probably." She said and turned around to open the car door for Quinn before reaching down to hand her the bear, "I'll get this stuff just settle yourself down." She said with a smirk before she shut the door.
Quinn pursed her lips and rested her head in her hand as she watched Santana grab the stereo, blanket and tiny table that held their half empty wine bottle and glasses. Quinn reached over with her other hand to pop the trunk for her.
She rubbed her temples and closed her eyes when Santana went to the back of the car. This was turning out to be much more difficult than she expected.
Quinn was sitting at the kitchen table Tuesday night, poking around on her laptop. Her mom was out and Santana promised hers that she'd spend time with her before she left for New York. Monday she spent the day with her mom and today Santana was busy with hers so they haven't seen each other much since Santana dropped her off at home after their date.
Quinn sighed as she started thinking about it again. It wasn't anything spectacular but it was just them and them finally starting to talk more about their feelings. It's already out there but Santana doesn't talk about it so when she actually does, Quinn takes full advantage.
The doorbell ringing snapped Quinn out of her thoughts. She furrowed her brow and glanced at the clock before she stood up and walked to the door. She opened it and peeked out before she rolled her eyes and opened it all the way.
"Can I help you?" She asked Puck who was standing on the front porch with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
"Can I come in?" He asked sheepishly.
Quinn blinked at him, thrown off by his lack of attitude, "Why?"
"I just wanna talk." He answered quickly.
"About?" Quinn persisted.
He pursed his lips, "You...and Santana." He hesitated to spit out.
Quinn sighed and squeezed the bridge of her nose as she thought quickly about how much she's probably going to regret this, "Whatever." She finally said and stepped to the side, sweeping her arm across to signal him to come in.
He came in and she closed the door behind him before she walked back to the kitchen, "So uh, I talked to Kurt more...he told me everything Santana told him." He said as they sat down at the table.
Quinn nodded as she closed her laptop, "And?"
Puck blinked at her, "Is this like my fault? I mean I dated Santana, I dated you and now you're together like that makes me feel like...shit actually..."
Quinn snorted and covered her face with her hands, "You think we're not into guys anymore because of you." She said through her hands just to clarify.
He shrugged, "I don't know, but you both think I'm a dick so I mean..."
Quinn ran her hands down her face as she quietly laughed, "Okay I don't know about Santana but you're not why I no longer have an interest in men. Like you sort of helped cleared things up for me but its not your fault." She explained.
"You dated guys after that though." He said confused.
"See?" Quinn said.
He covered his mouth with his hand and stared at her for a moment. She arched an eyebrow at him, "Okay well..." He started, "How have you been?"
Quinn laughed again, "I've been great thanks." She answered, "What about you?"
He sighed, "Well, I'm pretty bummed Cali didn't work out but I don't know it's been cool I guess. Nothing like Yale or New York I'm sure."
"You're writing a screenplay right? That's pretty cool, how's it going?" She asked.
"It's good, well I mean going good I don't really know if its actually good." He admitted, "You're smart and have a taste for stuff like that maybe you could read it when I'm finished?"
"Maybe." She shrugged.
He blinked at her and seemed suddenly hesitant again, "Have you um, talked to Shelby recently?"
Quinn took in a deep breath, "No, not since she moved back to NYC." She answered quietly, "Have you?"
"Here and there, Beth's doing really good." He answered quickly, "You know you'll be in NYC too..."
Quinn laughed somewhat humorlessly, "I don't think she wants me to have anything to do with her anymore."
"You don't know that, she felt like shit her whole life about Rachel and you got your shit together. I don't see why she wouldn't let you see her." Puck said.
"What makes you think I want to anymore? Seeing her for the first time since I had her was one of the hardest things I've ever done and to know that I can't do anything for her and that she has no idea who I am absolutely tears me apart. So what if she knows you're her father that makes sense but Shelby is her mom, so who am I?" Quinn said quickly with her voice wavering slightly.
"You're her mother Quinn. Sooner or later she's gonna figure out Shelby's not her real mom and she's gonna wanna know who is. If you're a part of her life now it's gonna make things a million times easier and she'll know you actually care about her and love her and that you gave her up to help her not because you just didn't want her." Puck explained quietly, "If she knows you made an effort to be a part of her life then..."
Quinn sighed, "I thought you came here to talk about me and Santana." She said quickly as she dabbed her sleeves at her eyes.
"I did and we did and now it's about you. I think you'd feel a lot better if you were a part of her life." He said.
"It's not even my decision Puck I'm not allowed to just waltz back into their lives. That's why she came back to find me in the first place and I messed it up like an idiot." Quinn responded with a sigh.
"What if I talk to her?" He offered.
Quinn blinked at him, "Don't bother her, if she cares she'd try to find me again."
"She doesn't know you're not a psycho anymore, for all she knows you could still be how you were or even worse."
Quinn sighed, "Just let me think about it okay."
"Okay okay." He said, raising his hands up, "As long as you think about it."
"Why do you care all of a sudden?" Quinn asked quietly.
"It's not all of a sudden, I never really thought it was fair Shelby kept me up to date and stuff but left you in the dirt." Puck admitted, "Plus I still like really care about you and I know how much Beth has always meant to you, I don't want another crazy Quinn episode in a couple years."
Quinn snorted, "I don't think anyone wants that again."
"But Santana helps? I mean if anyone would have a hard time coming to terms with their sexuality it would be you and you seem fine. I think she'd be able to help if you went to see her." Puck pointed out.
"I'd be lying if I said I'm one hundred percent okay but I mean yeah, she's pretty great." Quinn said with a grin.
Puck nodded, "Never woulda guessed any of this." He said with a laugh, "Not gonna lie I'm still pretty pissed I have zero chance with you now."
Quinn shrugged, "Did you really have much of one in the first place?" She asked teasingly.
He scoffed, "Whatever."
The door opening caught their attention and Quinn panicked, "Damn it." She hissed and Puck gave her a confused look.
"Quinn who's car is that in the driveway?" Judy asked as she walked into the kitchen. Quinn gave her a slightly wide eyed look and she looked up when she didn't receive an answer, "Why is he here?" She snapped.
"Uh, I was just about to leave." He said and stood up quickly.
She held up her hand and looked at Quinn, "Have you been crying again what is he doing here?"
"I just came to talk to her I swear." He defended himself.
"About what?" She hissed.
"Just about her and Santana and Beth." He answered and Quinn closed her eyes tightly.
"What why?" She asked.
"Because I feel like it would be good for her to talk about her and maybe see her while she stays in NYC," He explained and Quinn opened her eyes and shot him a look before he continued but he didn't catch it, "And I didn't react to well about Santana so I wanted to apologize."
"What did Santana do?" Judy asked confused.
"Santana didn't do anything he was just overreacting about something like usual." Quinn said, butting in quickly and shot another look at Puck hoping he'd get it this time.
He scowled, mostly out of confusion until Quinn subtly shook her head at him and he got a look on his face, "Yeah, I thought maybe she'd be here so you know, kill two birds with one stone but she's not so since I'm done and you're here I'll leave now."
Judy looked between them for a moment, "Yeah maybe you should." She said slowly.
"Later, Quinn." He said quickly and nodded as he walked by Judy, "Ms. Fabray."
"Bye." Quinn said tiredly as he went out the door.
"What have I told you about him?" Judy asked as the door closed behind him.
"Nothing I don't already know, mother. I didn't know he was gonna come over but he wasn't bothering me can we let it go?" Quinn said quickly.
"He made you cry." She pointed out.
"No he didn't, me thinking about Beth made me cry its not like that's anything new." She mumbled.
Judy sighed and stepped forward to wrap her arms around her, "Oh sweetie." She said sadly.
"I'm fine." Quinn said as she tried to squirm out of her grasp.
Judy sighed again but let her go, "But what'd he do to Santana?"
"She got onto him about needing to get over me and he got mad about it and was being a jerk to her." Quinn said quickly as she gathered her stuff from the table, "It's fine now."
Judy looked at her for a moment, "Why was she getting onto him about it I didn't think you two were that close?"
Quinn pursed her lips, "I told you a lot of things have changed over the last couple months."
"How so?" She persisted.
"They just have, mom. I don't know how to explain it." Quinn answered quickly. That wasn't exactly a lie.
"Why are you acting so defensive I'm just wondering how you and Santana settled your differences." Judy said.
"Why does it matter, we just have." Quinn said as tossed everything back into her laptop's bag and pulled it over her shoulder.
"Ever since you've been in New Haven I feel like I barely get to speak to you, Quinn, you're my daughter I'd like to know what's going on with your life." Judy said.
Quinn sighed, "I know and I'm sorry about that but I just want to get away and stay away from this stupid town. I used to think I was meant to stay here and be some obedient housewife and I realized that's exactly the opposite of what I want and being here just reminds me of all the stupid crap I used to think and do and all the people here irritate the piss out of me and expect me to be something I'm not and I'm just over it." She said quickly, closing her eyes tightly at the end.
Judy looked at her for a moment, "You've never talked about that before." She said quietly.
Quinn opened her eyes when they rolled involuntarily, "I know dad already thinks I'm a hopeless cause I just don't want you to think that too. That's why I don't talk to you about any of the crap that's constantly going on in my life."
"Sweetie I'd never think that. No matter what." Judy reassured.
"Yeah you say that now." Quinn muttered.
"Well what's that supposed to mean?" Judy asked.
"It means I doubt things are gonna stay that way now can I go up to my room please?" Quinn asked in a rush and gave her an impatient look as she pulled her hair out from under the strap.
"What's that?" Judy asked.
Quinn blinked at her, "What's what?"
"That mark on your neck." She said slowly and stepped closer.
Oh no. Santana ended up leaving a pretty noticeable mark on her the other night. She'd been covering it up but hadn't thought about it tonight after her shower since she was alone and it started fading a bit.
"Oh uh, I burnt myself with the curling iron the other day." She said and internally rolled her eyes at herself; no one ever buys that.
Judy looked her in the eye, "How long was he here?"
"You think he did it?" Quinn asked with a scoff.
"Well someone did." Judy said, crossing her arms.
"I told you I burnt myself." Quinn argued again.
"That is not a burn, Quinn." She pointed out.
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Are we done here?"
"Not until you tell me who did that."
"I'm nineteen, mother and I don't live here, I don't need to tell you anything." Quinn said quickly.
Judy continued looking in her eye as she said. "Was it him...Finn...Sam...Joe?" She listed off, gauging her reaction to each, "Santana?"
Quinn's eyes widened against her will, "It was Santana?" Judy asked quietly.
"What?" Quinn asked, furrowing her brow.
"Did she do that to you?" Judy asked again.
"Why would you think that?" Quinn asked curiously.
"Well for one you're not denying it or acting offended," She said and Quinn rolled her eyes, "And because it would explain a lot...a lot."
"Like?" Quinn asked, confused.
"Why you two are suddenly besties and why you refuse to tell me why or how and why on earth she looks at you like she's witnessing the second coming of Christ himself." Judy said quickly.
Quinn let out a quick laugh, "So this whole time you've thought something was going on between me and Santana and you never said anything?"
"I was going to Sunday." Judy snapped.
"That's what you wanted to talk about?" Quinn asked with another humorless laugh, "Okay so, what happens if I say that you're right?"
"What do you mean?"
Quinn pursed her lips, "Um, hoping we can pray away the gay, disowning me, you know all that good stuff."
"You are with her aren't you?" She asked quietly.
Quinn blinked at her, "I'm going to bed."
"This discussion isn't over, Quinn." Judy said as Quinn brushed by her.
"Yes it is." Quinn said and briskly made her way up the stairs and placed her laptop bag by her bed when she entered her room. Her phone was plugged in on her nightstand, she checked it for any messages she may have missed. There was one from Rachel asking her to let her know what time they should be back and one from Santana:
I'm going to bed babe, had a long day with madre who btw wants to have a little chat w/you before we leave.. Sorry we didn't get a chance to talk much today but I'll see you in the morning :) 'night honey bear
That was sent about a half hour ago but Quinn responded anyway as she sighed and sat down on her bed:
Ok sleep tight sweet pea! Moms putting together the pieces of the puzzle, beware. And can't wait to see you :*
What does that mean...? Santana responded almost immediately, surprising Quinn.
As in she saw that lovely hickey you left on me and put the pieces together. I didn't confirm anything but she pretty much knows
A moment later Santana responded, oh...well she doesn't upset does she?
Hard to say, actually
okay well...we'll see what happens ok? Try to get some sleep ok?
ok, you too, San. Goodnight :)
Goodnight "sweet pea" haha :*
Quinn laughed and put her phone down. She laid down under the covers with a deep sigh. It was actually earlier than she planned on going to bed but since she has to get up early and now probably won't be able to sleep, she needs all the rest she can get. She has a feeling it's going to be a long morning.