Omg what is this, an update on Friday? :O Haha no anyway, this chapter isn't anything compared to next chapter which is currently almost done so it will be up on Sunday, like usual. I just hate keeping you waiting 'cause I hate waiting so I know it sucks lol. But yes, enjoy. And thanks for all the follows and favorites and reviews. I probably wouldn't have continued if it wasn't for all of you and your wonderful thoughts and things :)

"You are gonna be okay, Q. It's just your dad." Santana reassured as she stood facing Quinn, both hands on her arms, looking into her eyes.

"Just? I feel like I'm gonna throw up, Santana." Quinn frowned.

She offered her a small smile, "I can still go, Q. Who gives a fuck if he hates me, I can still be there for you."

"He's not an idiot, Santana. He'd probably figure something was up and then I really would be screwed." Quinn sighed.

"But what about Adam?" She asked, rolling her eyes.

"He doesn't exist and the only Adam I know is gay, calm down." Quinn said.

"Not even the point." Santana said.

"We've discussed this, Santana. There wasn't much else I could do." Quinn pointed out.

"Are you sure?" Santana asked with a sigh, "I hate that you have to pretend to be some straight, spoiled little bitch for him."

Quinn raised an eyebrow, "I'm only acting like I did before I quote, screwed up."

"Exactly." Santana said.

Quinn narrowed her eyes, "Jerk."

"Just saying." Santana said with a grin.

"As offensive as that was, I appreciate your concern." Quinn said, "I think.."

"Anytime." Santana grinned, "Do you know when you'll be back?"

Quinn shook her head, "I don't know if he'll wanna get dinner or anything like that."

Santana checked her phone, "Well it's eleven now...that would be a long time."

"I'll try to be back before you leave." Quinn said with a small smile.

"I just wanna be there when you get back in case you need me." Santana said quietly.

Quinn smiled, "I'll wait up for you if necessary."

"Save up all your snarkiness, the smart-assness, the bitchiness, everything. Be a good girl and I'll let you take it all out on me with no repercussions." Santana offered.

Quinn grinned, "None whatsoever?"

"Well, I might come up with something." Santana smirked.

Quinn laughed, "I'll keep that in mind."

"Awesome." Santana grinned, "I love you, Q."

"I love you too, San." Quinn said before she kissed her, "I should go."

"Yeah." Santana sighed, "Call me if you need me or anything."

"Okay." Quinn smiled. She waved and walked away towards her train taking a deep breath. I can do this.

"Looks like you're all set, Quinn!" Quinn's advisor, Kaitlyn, exclaimed.

"Awesome! I'm really excited about starting this year!" Quinn smiled.

"You should be! A year of experience under your belt and plus you can take a few classes you want to, not all required." Kaitlyn smiled.

Quinn continued smiling, "I know, it's awesome!" She said, "I just wish there was a way to see my girlfriend more." She frowned.

"Aw, yeah. She doesn't go here?" Kaitlyn asked.

Quinn shook her head, "She lives in New York so it's not like I won't ever see her but still."

Kaitlyn nodded, "Well that's good. You know, in special cases sometimes they let you get an apartment on campus Junior year instead of Senior year. Then if you're still together by then you might be ready to live together and she could move up here!"

"What qualifies as a special case?" Quinn asked.

"If you're financially capable, which its actually cheaper to pay the rent for them rather than paying for a dorm room so I think you'd qualify, how well of a student you are like how seriously you take your academics. Which again, you did exceptionally well for a Freshman so I have no doubt you'll do well this year. A few other things but all in all, I think you could qualify. I know it's a bit premature but would you be interested in that? I have some pull and could probably get you in next year if you want." She explained.

"I mean, I obviously can't see the future but I hope we're together for a very long time..." Quinn started and Kaitlyn nodded, "But I mean regardless I think I would like that." She smiled.

"Awesome! Like I said, I know it's premature but I have to admit you're one of my favorite students and have a lot of potential." She smiled at her.

"Thank you, I try." Quinn smiled.

"Alright so, here is your schedule. You still have your dorm so you don't need that information, umm...this is a copy of your book information and what you may need for your computer for certain classes...and that's it!" She exclaimed as she handed the papers over to Quinn.

"Awesome! Thank you." Quinn said as she took them and folded them into her purse.

"No problem. And if your dad shows up you can take him down the hall, I have a lot more meetings today." She said.

"I don't know if he will since he isn't already but I'll remember that." Quinn said.

"No worries, he can still fax it in or do it online." Kaitlyn grinned.

Quinn nodded and stood up, "Well thanks again."

"I'm always here if you need anything else, have a great day!"

"You too." Quinn smiled as she walked out of the room. She checked her phone as she walked out of the building and it was just after 2. And nothing from her father who said he'd get in around the same time she did. She didn't know whether to be relieved or pissed off.

She poked around and found Santana on her contacts and called her. She walked around slowly as it rang and Santana finally answered it, "'Sup, babe." She said, trying to sound cool.

Quinn snorted, "'Sup," She said, failing to remain serious as she did so, "I got my classes all figured out."

"Oh cool, what are you taking?" Santana asked.

"Some more basic classes like history, another math class, sociology...And I'm taking a dance class which wasn't really recommended this year but I needed to fill a spot so..." Quinn explained.

"Ooh, what kind of dance?" Santana asked, Quinn could hear the smirk in her voice.

"It's like an introduction class so I don't really know what we'll do." Quinn said.

"Oh, damn," Santana said and Quinn snorted, "How's your padre?"

"Not here." Quinn scoffed.

"Oh...Is that good or bad?" Santana asked.

"I haven't decided yet." Quinn said as she sat down on a bench and took a drink of her water, "It's freaking hot here."

"That's weird it's like perfect here." Santana commented.

"Fantastic." Quinn sighed.

"You took your hotness with you." Santana said.

Quinn laughed and rolled her eyes, "I'm so mad actually," She said, "He's not even here and you didn't come with me, this sucks."

"Just take the next train back. No need to wait if he didn't even care enough to let you know what's going on." Santana pointed out.

"True." Quinn sighed and closed her eyes, "I'm tired."

Santana laughed quietly, "Does Quinnie need a nappy?"

"I needs to cuddle you." Quinn said.

"Annnd you just added an unnecessary S to a word. Success." Santana said.

Quinn snorted, "You're an idiot."

"I may be an idiot but you want to cuddle me. I win." Santana said.

"Annnnd I lose." Quinn said.

"Actually you still win because you have this hot piece of ass to cuddle you. It's a tie." Santana said trying to sound serious.

Quinn laughed and shook her head, "I see."

"Just come home, babe. Don't worry about him." Santana said again.

"That's easy for you to say," Quinn sighed, "Your future isn't in his hands."

"Lots of kids pay for school after they graduate, Q. It's not like he's your only option." Santana said, "There's student loans, tons of financial aid shit, Q."

"Santana, it costs almost fifty thousand dollars a year to go here. Tuition, room and board, books, all that good stuff." Quinn pointed out.

"Holy shit, Q." Santana said, sounding surprised, "I thought you got some scholarships?"

"I did but in the grand scheme of things they barely make a dent." Quinn sighed, "Dad made too much money for me to qualify for that one thing they had us fill out Senior year."

"Damn your family's wealth." Santana said playfully.

Quinn laughed, "Right?" She sighed, "And I don't know about you but I'd rather know at least most of it is taken care of rather than me spending a majority of my life paying it off."

"Yeah...I get it I guess. I just hate that for you. Having to depend on him after everything that's happened." Santana said quietly.

"I don't like this either, Santana." Quinn sighed, "I was never who he thought I was...I was never who anyone thought I was. I'm sick of being the...spoiled little bitch or whatever you said. That's not me and I'm sick of people thinking it is. It's like no one even knows me."

"I know you. The Hummelberries know you. Your Yale friends got a taste of the real you." Santana said.

"I know," Quinn sighed, "It's just, frustrating I mean, my mom is the only one that knows...unless she told anyone. I can't just tell my dad to fuck off...it sucks. I can't wait until I don't need him anymore and just go on about my merry way."

Santana snorted at her use of "fuck" in every day conversation. She was rubbing off on her too much, "Well on the bright side, Judy didn't tell him who or of which gender you were seeing. I mean maybe that's a good sign on her part?" Santana offered.

"That's true." Quinn said quietly as she thought.

"And you never see him, I mean this was a spur of the moment kind of thing and he didn't even show up..." Santana added slowly.

"Also true," Quinn sighed, "It's still frustrating though...should I feel bad for tricking him like this I mean..."

"Are you fucking joking, Quinn?" Santana said, surprising Quinn, "That bastard kicked you out of your house, your home, and literally disowned you until he knew you got your life back on track. What's tricking him out of a couple hundred thousand dollars compared to screwing up your life even more than it already was?"

Quinn pursed lips, "Good point."

"You're damn right it's a good point, rob that man blind for all I fucking care. He deserves it for being such a dick to you." Santana added.

Quinn smiled despite herself, "Calm down, San."

"Ugh, sorry. I get so pissed off thinking about him I just wanna kick his ass one good time." Santana sighed.

"I'm swooning." Quinn laughed.

"Still charming, huh?" Santana asked. Quinn could hear the smirk in her voice again.

"If I was wearing pants, they would've been charmed right off." Quinn said.

"And I'm not even in the same state." Santana said.

"You're just that good." Quinn laughed again, shaking her head to herself.

"Too bad you're not here, I could charm the rest of your clothes off." Santana said suggestively.

"I bet you could." Quinn said, still smiling, "What are you doing?" She asked trying to change the subject.

Santana hummed, "Thinking about pulling you down the alley I'm about to walk by and fucking you against the building."

Quinn pursed her lips and covered her face with her hand, "That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean then? You asked what I was doing and I told you." Santana said, trying to sound innocent.

"I mean like, where are you going or what are you doing as in why are you walking." Quinn explained.

"Ohh, well, I'm running a few errands that I can't do with you around so...but the alley thing is still accurate." Santana said.

Quinn snorted, "Against a filthy wall in an alley in New York City, huh? That doesn't sound like a good time."

"Bring a sanitary blanket with you." Santana laughed.

"Shut up." Quinn laughed too.

"One of these days it'll happen and you'll thank me because it'll be super hot." Santana said.

"The only way that would happen is if you get me drunk." Quinn said.

"Precisely," Santana said, "It'll be on the way home from somewhere and you'll be like, oh no Santana not here, as people walk by and then the excitement of the fact we could easily get caught would kick in plus wall sex is always hot anyway so..."

Quinn was doing her best not to actually think about anything Santana was saying. She did have a train and cab ride home to make it through, "Ridiculous."

"But hot. You're probably thinking about it and getting all hot and bothered." Santana said, smirk evident again.

"It's like ninety, I've been hot." Quinn said seriously.

"You're always hot. However, I meant you know, your pa-"

"I know what you meant, Santana." Quinn interrupted quickly.

Santana snorted, "You're no fun at this, how am I supposed to survive when we can't see each other?"

"We're both in a public setting, Santana. If we were both lying in bed I would be more than happy to explain in great detail what I'm doing and how I wish it was you, blah blah blah." Quinn said.

"Oh would you?" Santana asked in disbelief, "Something tells me I'll just have to wait and see because you'll probably be super awkward about it." She laughed.

"This discussion is over." Quinn rolled her eyes with a sigh.

"Fine." Santana said.

"Quinn?" The sound of the familiar voice caught Quinn's attention as she turned to where it came from.

"Hey, I have to go okay? I love you." She said distractedly into the phone.

"Is everything okay?" Santana asked.

"Yeah." Quinn said.

"Okay...I love you too, Q." Santana said slowly.

"Bye." Quinn hung up, "Where have you been?" She asked.

Her dad, Russell walked up closer to her, "My train was delayed. I was going to call you but it was when you said you had the meeting with your adviser so I thought I'd wait."

Quinn nodded slowly, "Well, I don't see why you bothered to come. I was about to leave."

He sat down on the bench next to her, "I get why you act like this towards me but can you drop the attitude already. You're nineteen, Quinn. It's time to grow up."

Quinn did her best to not roll her eyes, "That's easy for you to say considering you have no idea how awful my life has been since you disowned me."

"You can't blame me for all the mistakes you made." He said like it was obvious.

Quinn gaped at him, "I made one mistake, father. And that mistake has messed with my head ever since. You kicking me out certainly didn't help matters."

"You might not think I do, but I actually regret doing that. I could've helped you get your life back on track but instead I threw you out to handle it on your own and I shouldn't have done that." He said, surprising her, "That's why I'm doing this for you. Helping you go here. I understand how much you need this and how you need out of that hell hole called Lima. I'm trying to make it up to you."

She slowly turned to him and didn't know if he meant what he was saying or it he was just trying to look like the good guy here, "Really?"

"Of course."

She blinked at him and thought for a moment. It wouldn't be any good for her to dispute this, even if she thought it was a load of crap. She needs to stay on his good side for as long as she can and going along with this might be for the best. Keeping up with the attitude would only make things worse.

"I appreciate what you're doing, I really do. I don't think I'd be able to go here if it wasn't for you and I love it here /so/ much. So thank you." She said, doing her best to sound genuine and not like she would rather die.

He nodded, "Would you want to grab a late lunch? I actually can't stay long but I'd like to talk for a little bit."

Quinn's head was screaming no and that she just wanted to go home, "Sure, there's a little restaurant down the block I always go to." She said as she started to stand.

He stood up to follow her, "Sounds great."

Quinn strolled through the door a little after 6. She threw her stuff on the table by the door and walked across the room to the couch, "Where's Santana?" She asked when she noticed she wasn't around.

"Taking a shower." Rachel answered as she looked at Quinn curiously, "Are you okay?"

Quinn nodded, "Long day."

Rachel gave her a sympathetic look, "Did everything go okay?"

"Yeah," Quinn sighed, "Better than I thought. Way better. My adviser told me I might be able to get an apartment on campus next year. I brought the idea up to him and he thinks it'd be a good idea as long as I try to help pay for it...get used to being on my own you know? So I think I'm good for awhile."

Rachel nodded, "That would be good. It's probably cheaper that way too. I know living here doesn't cost as much as the dorms at NYADA...plus I bet Santana would move in with you. If you both wanted to...so..."

Quinn nodded, "Obviously I need to talk to her about it but I'll probably wait awhile. Staying here one summer is way different than actually moving in together and sharing a life and responsibilities."

"You saw how Brody and I worked out so..." Rachel laughed.

"Santana isn't a prostitute though." Quinn grinned.

"Surprised me." Kurt said as he stepped out of the kitchen. She didn't even see him in there.

Quinn frowned, "You're rude."

"I'm kidding," He laughed. She wasn't convinced, "But time with Daddy Fabray went good?"

"He was an escort by the way...not a prostitute." Rachel chimed in quickly.

Quinn raised an eyebrow at her but answered Kurt, "Yeah, I think I'm in his good graces again."

"Hey baby, I thought I heard you out here." Santana said as she whipped out of the bathroom in a tank top and shorts, her hair still wet. She walked over and gave her a kiss.

"Hey." Quinn smiled, "But yeah, apparently he feels bad about what he did? And he's making it up to me by doing this? I don't know...but I wasn't about to argue and make things worse again." She continued.

"If he feels bad about what he did to you then my name isn't Santana." Santana scoffed.

"Like I said," Quinn said with a pointed look at Santana, "I'm not gonna argue. Even if I do think he's full of crap. I need his help and if he's willing to give it then whatever."

"It's cute how she even manipulates her family too, isn't it?" Santana smiled proudly and ruffled her hair.

Quinn snorted and batted her hand away. Kurt and Rachel blinked at her, "Adorable." Kurt said sarcastically.

"Welp, I'm gonna dry my hair and shit. BRB." She said a she placed another kiss on Quinn's lips before walking away.

Kurt snapped his fingers to grab Quinn's attention from her as she sashayed away, "I asked you a question." He said sounding annoyed.

"Oh, what?" Quinn asked when Santana shut the door behind her after shooting her a quick smirk.

"Is this gonna be a regular thing now or no?" He asked again.

"Oh, no. No way. He probably won't care to see me unless I'm taking "Adam" to meet him and by the holidays "Adam" will be even more nonexistent so..." Quinn said.

"Aw, poor guy. Didn't even have a chance." Kurt sighed.

Quinn sighed, "I actually need to talk to my mom about that when the time comes...see if I'm even welcome there." She rolled her eyes.

"You can always join my family...for Thanksgiving at least. My dads weren't very happy I stayed here last year so..." Rachel said.

Quinn smiled, "Santana and I actually discussed just having them here by ourselves."

Rachel frowned, "But that sounds so depressing."

"Maybe you could get your dads to come up here," Kurt suggested, "We could all stay here and have...a calmer Thanksgiving this year."

"No kikis?" Rachel laughed.

"Please no." Kurt said quickly.

"What's a Kiki?" Quinn asked.

"A Kiki is a party fo-"

"Rachel don't even." Kurt stopped her, "Just look up the song Let's Have a Kiki...when you're not around Rachel."

Rachel frowned, "That was fun!"

"You know, it was. And I'm perfectly fine with it being a once in a lifetime experience." Kurt said.

Quinn watched them with her brows furrowed, "Okay well, that would be fun. You're dads like it here right?"

"Yeah...we'll see." Rachel smiled.

Quinn nodded and glanced back at the bathroom door, "So do you know what Santana was up to today?" She asked quietly.

Kurt and Rachel glanced at each other. Yeah they know, "No, she didn't say anything...why?" Rachel asked.

Quinn narrowed her eyes at them, "I called her earlier, she said she was running errands that she couldn't do with me around."

"Sounds suspicious." Kurt said.

Quinn's eyes narrowed even more, "Did she say something to you?"

"Quinn, honestly. What is happening in about...two weeks?" Kurt asked.

Quinn blinked, "I don't even know what today is."

"Let me give you a hint, it has to do with August fourteenth." He added.

"Oh," Quinn drawled out, "Was she getting me something?" She asked eagerly.

"Why would I tell you that?" He asked.

"Well you told me that!" Quinn pointed out.

"For being so smart, you really aren't sometimes." He said.

Quinn blinked at him, "Gee thanks."

"You'll find out soon, Quinn." Rachel smiled.

Quinn pursed her lips, "Okay well can you give me a hint? Because we've kept it pretty low key but she said she wants to do something better this month since it'll be the last monthiversary we have before I leave for school...and I don't know what exactly "better" means."

"Just show up and look pretty. Both of which would be easy for you." Rachel said.

Quinn raised an eyebrow, "I feel like that's all I ever do. I was the one who wanted this relationship first and now she's the one who's always doing things for me."

"That's how Santana is though, Quinn. Remember all the sappy crap she did for Brittany?" Kurt asked.

Quinn narrowed her eyes, "Yeah." She answered shortly.

He snorted, "Well okay then. She doesn't care. Whether she wanted this in the first place or not she wants it now and she probably wants to prove it to you every chance she gets."

Quinn sighed. He was actually probably right, "That doesn't mean I just wanna sit there and look pretty for her."

"She'll love whatever you get her, I'm sure. And looking pretty is what you do best. It'll be fine." Rachel said.

"Are you hitting on her again?" Santana asked as she came out of the bathroom in a Coyote Ugly tank top and cut off shorts.

Rachel looked back at her quickly, "I'm not, oh my god."

Quinn snorted, "Yes, save me." She said as she held out her hands for her.

Santana grinned and interlocked their fingers and she sat on the coffee table across from her, "Really, what were you talking about?"

"Don't worry about it." Quinn grinned, making Santana raise an eyebrow at her.

Rachel sighed and Quinn laughed. Santana has been bothering her about "hitting on" Quinn for weeks, "I was telling them about our conversation on the phone earlier." She finally said.

Santana raised both eyebrows, "Oh really?"

"Mmhmm," Quinn nodded, "I was seeking out their advice."

"About phone sex?" Santana scoffed. Rachel's eyes widened and Kurt snorted.

"No!" Rachel said, sounding and looking scandalized.

"As humorous as I'm sure this would be I must say, that definitely was not the topic we were discussing." Kurt said.

Santana narrowed her eyes, "Okay? We didn't talk about much else..."

"Oh my god." Rachel sighed.

"Just come cuddle me." Quinn said, standing up.

"You need cuddling advice?" Santana snorted as she stood up to follow her.

"No," Quinn sighed, "You're not allowed to know. Let's go."

"Whatevs." Santana shrugged and allowed Quinn to pull her to their room.

Quinn let go of her hand to let her walk to the other side of the bed. She pulled back the covers and kicked off her shoes before climbing in. Santana climbed in beside her with her back to her, allowing Quinn to be the big spoon. Quinn smiled and threw her arm around her waist and buried her face in the crook of her neck.

Santana poked around on her phone before putting her arm over Quinn's and interlocking their fingers, "I set my alarm in case we fall asleep."

"'Kay." Quinn mumbled quietly.

Santana chuckled, "But before you fall asleep, how exactly did it go today?"

Quinn sighed and lifted her face to talk clearer, "He was only an ass when he first showed up and told me to grow up and lose the attitude."

"Why should you lose your attitude? Maybe he needs to lose the pretentious asshole-itude." Santana practically spat out.

Quinn snorted, "Well, that aside, we just talked about what it was like in New Haven and what I've been up to...and he asked about my supposed lover."

"Jesus, what did you say? He's some six foot tall, brown hair...green eyed hunk of genius that you're just so madly in love with?" Santana said.

"Why does he have to have green eyes?" Quinn asked.

"Are you-just, what happened?" Santana asked with a huff.

"I didn't really describe physical appearance...he doesn't care about that. As long as the words, smart, sweet, money are involved he doesn't care." Quinn said.

"I'm so glad I live up to his expectations for you." Santana said, sounding annoyed.

Quinn rolled her eyes, "You are smart and sweet and so many other amazing things. And you can't lie, you make some crazy tips."

Santana snorted and turned over to face her, "It's true. I'm a hot commodity."

"Exactly." Quinn smiled as she absently ran her hand along Santana's side, "You're above and beyond my expectations and that's all that matters."

Santana grinned, "So no attitude to unleash on me?" She asked.

"No, actually. It was scary how easy it was to fall back into that role after we started actually talking." Quinn said.

"I see an academy award in your future." Santana laughed quietly, "Don't forget us little people."

Quinn snorted, "Because you won't be a star in your own right?"

"Doing what? Being a super hot Coyote Ugly girl?" Santana scoffed.

"Yeah right, Santana. You came here to do something with yourself to help you achieve your dream and I know for a fact that has nothing to do with bartending." Quinn said, narrowing her eyes.

"Okay so I wanna sing, you know I thought I was the shit in Lima just like Berry did but even she's realizing she's not God's gift to Broadway after coming here." Santana said.

"And? Look at what she's doing. She's gonna be in Funny Girl." Quinn pointed out.

Santana pursed her lips, "I wouldn't even know where to start."

"Maybe I can help you. I refuse to be one half of a power couple if the other half isn't part of the power." Quinn said with a small smile.

"I'm like ninety nine point nine percent positive the point of being a power couple is because you're both unstoppable bad asses. Both. Not that I don't think you could carry the title on your own but it doesn't work that way." Santana laughed.

Quinn snorted, "My point is, "nobodies" are usually the ones to make it big. I totally think if you actually tried you could be a star."

"Don't ever say that around Berry." Santana grinned.

Quinn rolled her eyes playfully, "Promise me you'll try? I'll help you."

Santana sighed, "Okay, I promise. If it'll make you happy."

"Don't do it just because it'll make me happy. Do it because it'll make you happy." Quinn said, half annoyed.

"It will, Quinn. Don't give me that attitude." Santana said in the same tone.

"I'm not allowed to now?" Quinn asked, confused.

"No because it would be at me, you just said you have none leftover from him." Santana pointed out.

"Whatever." Quinn sighed.

"Don't whatever me either, Fabray." Santana said, closing her eyes.

"Fine." Quinn said pointedly.

"Do you want me to kick your ass? Knock it off." Santana said.

"Sorry." Quinn mumbled.

"Apology accepted, I love you." Santana said quickly, in a lighter tone.

"You've lost it." Quinn muttered.

Santana snorted, "No, I just like messing with you."

"So you've said." Quinn said tiredly.

"I don't mean physically this time. However that is amazing as well, as you know." Santana smirked without opening her eyes.

Quinn snorted and scooted closer, "Whatever, I love you too."

"Who are you and what have you done to Santana Lopez?" Kurt jumped in front of Quinn and sat on the coffee table as Rachel sat beside her. Quinn looked up from her phone with wide eyes, glancing back and forth between them.

"I'm sorry what?" She asked obviously confused and a little worried.

"I'm not supposed to tell you what we talked about but I just wanna know what the hell you did to make her act the way she does." He said, leaning closer to her.

"Okay well, if I can't know what you're talking about how the hell am I supposed to know what you're referring to?" Quinn asked, leaning back a tad.

"Santana isn't Santana when it comes to you, she's more like...Santana "crazy heart-eyed, sappy romantic" Fabray." Kurt explained.

"Okay, so that didn't help much considering you mention that a lot." Quinn pointed out.

"Exactly!" Kurt said impatiently.

Quinn blinked at him and glanced over at Rachel who surprisingly was giving him the same look, "Okay...I don't know what to tell you...other than she loves me? She's not the bitch she pretends to be, I don't know why you act like I'm some miracle worker."

"Because we're not used to the not bitchy side of her. It's weird. She actually called me Kurt, Quinn. Kurt!" He exclaimed.

"Okay..." Quinn drawled out, still not understanding the issue, "Why don't you just appreciate it instead of freaking out? She was never exactly an angel towards me either, right Rach? And now she's fine."

"She's right, Kurt. Santana is usually...nice, kind of, and caring when it comes right down to something...She doesn't actually hate us or anything." Rachel said.

"Exactly, thank you." Quinn sighed.

"So you're trying to say, this new development has nothing to do with how smitten she is with you?" Kurt asked to confirm.

Quinn's lips quirked, "I'd love to take credit but like I said, not my doings."

"Q?" Santana said as she came out of their room. Quinn looked away from Kurt at her, "I'm leaving, babe."

Quinn frowned and stood up, maneuvering by Kurt awkwardly and making her way over to her, "They didn't say anything to you did they?" Santana asked when she reached her.

Quinn raised an eyebrow, "Not exactly. But you freaked Kurt out. He's convinced I've done something to the "real" you." Quinn smiled.

Santana snorted and rolled her eyes, "Awesome. Well...ignore them. Nothing important was said."

Quinn narrowed her eyes, "Somehow I doubt that but okay."

Santana brought her hands to Quinn's cheeks and squeezed them, kissing her lips as she made them poke out, "I love you babyyy." She drawled out quietly before kissing her again.

Quinn shimmied her way out of her grasp with a scowl, "Stop doing that, oh my god."

"Why? It's cute, plus it irritates you. Win-win." Santana smiled.

"That's not-that's not how win-wins work, Santana." Quinn sighed.

"Okay...win-win for me." She grinned.

"Ass." Quinn snorted.

"You love my ass." Santana said.

"That's-oh my god, just go. Bye. I love you too." Quinn sighed and started shooing her towards the door.

Santana stopped herself from being pushed out the door, "I love you, baby." She said with a laugh even though she was trying to be serious.

"I love you too." Quinn smiled and kissed her again before sliding the door shut between them, "Nothing about that was sappy or romantic." Quinn pointed out to them as she turned back around.

They both had stupid grins on their faces though, "No...but it was cute." Kurt said.

Quinn rolled her eyes with a smile, "Whatever."

"It was!" Rachel grinned.

Like Quinn was actually going to argue. She loved when Santana acted like that, not overly sweet and not bitchy just...herself. And she's glad she's the one that brings it out of her.

"What are we doing tonight?" She asked, changing the subject.

"I'm starving." Kurt said.

"I can whip up something real quick and we can watch a movie or something." Rachel suggested.

"Always with the movies." Quinn grinned as she walked back over to the couch.

"Our movies are the best, Quinn." Rachel smiled as she stood up and made her way to the kitchen.

"Of course they are." She grinned. Kurt walked over to pick a few put to choose from. Santana was never home for movie nights, it kind of upset her. But at the same time she actually grew to like spending this time with Rachel and Kurt. They really were starting to be her family.