Heyhey... I just made another chapter so here it is, dear readers. Someone just asked me if I want a beta, but I don't think I want it... I don't know... However, it's friendly of you, that you want to be my beta... I really appreciate it. I'm gonna think about it. Well, have a lovely day and I hope you enjoy this chapter...
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"You. Put. Your. Mouth. On. The. Dwarf."
"You make it sound like I had sex with her."
"Your mouth had sex with her mouth."
"That's ridiculous, S."
"Her germs are on your mouth."
"Jesus, San!"
"Just sayin'..."
"It was just a peck! Nothing more! You know what..."
Quinn groans, putting her hands on her ears. "...I don't wanna hear you anymore."
"Such a kid." Santana shakes her head with an amused smirk.
"I don't hear you!" Quinn screams.
"I bet you didn't. That's why you replied, hmm?" Santana pokes Quinn in her chest.
"Stop that!" Quinn yelps. Santana laughs.
"Still ticklish, Q? I thought you dropped that after kindergarten."
"I'm not ticklish!" Quinn gets, again, a few pokes in her chest. "...Okay, maybe I am." She laughs, quickly slapping Santana's hand away.
Santana stops poking and looks at her for a moment in silence, like she's thinking of something.
"B, this is a serious situation of denial." Santana states. Brittany nods, looking wide-eyes at Quinn, who's now frowning because of their seriousness all of sudden.
"What are you talking about?" Quinn snaps.
"About you and the dwarf." Santana says calmly.
Quinn sighs, feeling herself getting tired of this conversation over and over again. "There's nothing to talk about." Quinn softly says.
Santana hesitates for a moment but then she puts a hand on her shoulder. "Q, you don't have to be afraid." She gently says. Her eyes looks friendly at her. Well, that's a first.
"Rachel looked really hurt when you avoided her today." Brittany walks up to her till she's standing next to Santana. Her warm eyes are watching her.
"How do you know that? Seriously, how do you know EVERYTHING?" Quinn starts to freak out.
"You're that obvious, Q-bear." Brittany smiles like it's the best thing in the world. Quinn, however, looks horrified.
"You can see it? Do I look gay? Is it the clothes I'm wearing? Do I act manly?" Quinn stumbles over her words.
Brittany looks at Santana. "There's nothing manly about you, Q. And there's nothing manly about RuPaul, either. Maybe RuPaul isn't a good nickname for her..." Santana looks thoughtful at this.
"Neither is 'manhands'" Quinn laughs tearfully.
"Nah, that's just for fun." Santana waves it away with her hand.
"But how do you see it, B? I'm not gay. I can't be gay." Quinn feels a tear running across her cheek. Brittany brings her hand to Quinn's face and wipes it away.
"Not being gay and CAN'T be gay are two different things." Brittany mumbles. Quinn is surprised that Brit actually sounds smart while saying this. It looks like B herself's surprised, too. Santana proudly pats her back.
"I'M NOT GAY" Quinn yells.
Brittany shrugs. "But you have feelings for Rachie. You can be bi, like me? Yayyy we're the bi sisters!" She claps in her hands.
"Rachie?" Santana looks at her in horror.
"It sounds cute." Brittany says, smiling brightly. Santana groans.
"I'm not your bi sister. I'm not gay and I'm not bi. My father would kill me. He'd kick me out AGAIN and this time, my mom isn't gonna save me. She'll hate me." Quinn panics.
"Who cares about parents?" Santana asks. She actually looks like she's serious. Quinn's mouth drops open.
"If my parents kick me out, my reputation is as horrible as that serial killer a year ago. My dad has many power. He can make my life a living hell. Have you even thought about that?" Quinn throws her arms in the air in a desperate manner.
"Ahh, yeah... That asshole of a dad of yours. He can be a problem. Yup. BUT MANY THINGS IN LIFE CAN BE A PROBLEM, IDIOT." Santana screams. Quinn flinches at the sudden harshness in her voice. She can almost smell the irritation. "...What do you want more. A nice life with a wonderful girlfriend who loves you with all her heart or ruining your life with a husband you don't love. And soon that husband wants children with you, then you can play the perfect housewife. Would you choose option 1, where you're happy, or would you choose option 2, with your perfect husband and screaming children?"
"Option 1..." Quinn quietly says, looking at the floor.
"Thank the lord, you don't choose Finn." Santana makes a little prayer.
Quinn rolls her eyes. "Who says it has to be Finn?" She snarls. Santana just looks at her with a glare that says something like 'duhh'.
"Well, now you said option 1... We're gonna throw away that freaking hormonal panic thing you just did and get your girl." Santana states. Quinn feels herself blushing.
"Who says she likes me?" She mumbles.
Santana groans. "Q, you're as blind as a freaking worm."
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"First, you're gonna write a damn letter. You obviously know how to do that. Grab the cheerio papers, those are pink. That's how we can let her know who you are. I think she at least figures out you're a cheerio. That's a start." Santana begins. "Hopefully, she's not gonna get all over ME because in my eyes, she's a hairy dwarf that looks like a freaking grandma and I don't wanna fuck my granny, so she's all yours."
"You're just gonna insult her your whole life, don't you?" Quinn sighs.
"God yes. There's no fun without it."
"O well..."
"Just go and do what you have to do, stubbles. I don't wanna stick around at school till bedtime."
"Yeah yeah..." Quinn walks on her tip toes to Sue's office. Luckily, she has a key because she's the cheerio captain. That's at least one thing she's her dad grateful for. At least right now. She unlocks the door, and walks inside slowly.
"Q, JUST HURRY THE FUCK UP." Santana screams. That's when Quinn realizes they are the only ones at school and that she probably looks like a fool right now. Blushing from embarrassment, she quickly picks a few papers and locks the door again.
"That took like, forever." Santana snaps, snatching the paper out of her hands. Quinn rolls her eyes.
"Okay... Let's see... What do you usually write?" Santana asks, looking at the empty paper in her hands.
Quinn blushes. Yeesh, this is so cheesy. Santana looks at her after ten seconds of silence. She smirks.
"Ooooh, I get it. You write things like..."
Brittany interups her. "...Sweet honeybee, you're my sweet honey that you produce. I love you and want to kiss you all the time. Loves, Quinn." She enthusiastly says.
Quinn blushes even more, if it's possible. Santana laughs loudly.
"Now I look at Quinn, I think that's exactly something she would write. Her face is red, god damn." Santana points at her face and starts laughing even more. Quinn feels anger built up into her body.
"Okay, okay, that's enough!" She snaps. Santana stops, but now chuckles for another full minute.
"But Q-bear you have to write something sweet! Not manhands or RuPaul or dwarf or treasure trail or..."
"Okay, I got it, B." Quinn interrups her. She snaps the paper back from Santana's hands and takes the pen in her hands, almost breaking it because of her harsh grip on it. Santana and Brittany look at her with curiosity.
"Can you leave me alone now?" Quinn snaps. Santana looks disappointed and starts cursing, but then she pulls Brittany with her into an empty classroom. Quinn doesn't even wants to know what they're going to do in there.
She looks back at the paper and starts writing.
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-Hey little star.
I know you don't expect this anymore. You probably gave up on me when I stopped writing to you. I understand that. But I know you have feelings for me. Maybe strange feelings, that you can't really place, but they're there. I never forgot about you, but I'm afraid. You probably don't understand that, because you have two gay dads (who don't really like me. This is a hint, by the way.). You know me really well. I said that to you in a chat message but this time, I mean it. You don't know who I am but somewhere deep inside you, you know it. This is probably the moment you realize who I am. Or you think you do. Although I'm afraid, I hope you know who I am. It's the same person you fell in love with recently, If I can trust the person that said this to me. This person said to me that it's obvious you like me, although she isn't very smart herself.
Please don't hate me now you know.
Ps: I didn't want to avoid you. Not after what happened on friday evening. I'm an asshole for doing that. But you probably already saw me that way. Like an asshole.
-Yours.
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"You guys can come back!" Quinn shouts. She waits. No reaction.
"Oh god please say me that if I walk into that classroom, I don't find you two having sex." Quinn fearfully yells. Again, no reaction. She walks to the door and opens it. Her worst nightmare is true.
"GOD, I WARNED YOU TWO. I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE YOU TWO NAKED!" She yelps, putting her hands over her eyes.
"You're totally over-reacting. I still have my underwear on. This is just casually making out." Santana shrugs, putting her t-shirt back on.
"I don't know what you see as 'casually making out' but in my eyes, this is almost sex!" Quinn says, horrified.
"You really are a kid." Santana grins.
Brittany puts her clothes on quickly and jumps excitedly to Quinn, to pull her into a hug.
"Where is this coming from?" Quinn asks, putting her arms around brittany to deepen the hug.
"This is just because you've been really brave today, Q. Admitting that you're gay and stuff."
"I'M NOT GAY!" Quinn screams.
"Yeah, sure." Santana laughs.
They put the letter into Rachel's locker and go home.
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