Pairing: Rachel/Quinn
Notes: Santana goes to see Quinn and grills her over something she notices about the blonde.
Warning: Need I say it? Santana is involved so of course there's a couple of expletives LOL
Disclaimer: I own nothings, but the random ramblings of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content belongs to their respective owners.
Saturday
She stands leaning against the door frame with her arms folded across her chest. "You know if this was a horror movie and I was the killer, your ass would be so dead right now," she laughs.
"Jeez!" She stands up from her place on the floor in front of the chest of drawers, "Why must you do that?!"
"Cos," she smirks, "it's fun to scare the crap outta you, Q."
"I hate you," the blonde retorts.
"You wish you did."
"I really must tell Mom to stop letting you in."
"She loves me," Santana shrugs, "speaking of your mom, she's in an awfully good mood."
"She had a date last night," Quinn explained, turning her attention back to the task she had set herself.
"Good for her. So, Q, why have you trashed the nursery?"
She glanced up at her friend, "Beth's outgrown a lot of the stuff that's in these drawers, I figured I'd sort through everything and what doesn't fit Beth can go to Charlie."
"I see," Santana nodded slowly, "does Berry know you're doing this?"
"Nope," Quinn answered back cheerfully, "I figured it'd be a surprise for her. Besides, there's no point in her going out and buying Charlie new clothes when I've got what appears to be a never ending supply. I seriously don't remember buying half of the stuff that's here. I feel Puck is to blame for this, he's forever taking Beth shopping whenever he gets paid."
"He's such a woman," the Latina scoffed.
"So, are you just gonna stand in the doorway or you gonna get your ass in here and make yourself useful?" she smirked.
"I suppose I could help," Santana said as she entered the nursery and took a spot on the floor between her friend and the cardboard box that sat in front of the cot, "want me to fold what's going in the box?"
"That'd be great," she smiled.
The pair sat in silence for a few moments as Quinn passed Santana a pile of baby grows that Beth had grown out of long ago.
"You know, it's kinda unnerving seeing your mom so perky," Santana admitted.
Quinn shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know...I mean, it's weird but I'm glad she's happy. She deserves happiness after the Hell that Dad put her through."
"Any news on whether the divorce is any closer to being sorted?"
"I think it's beginning to get there. The only thing that's causing issues is money. He still won't give Mom what she's entitled to. He thinks that letting her keep the house should be more than enough but they bought the house together so technically she owns half of it already."
"He always was a bastard," she sneered.
"Santana!" Quinn squaled.
"What? You know it's true. Don't tell me you're sticking up for him now?" Santana stared at her friend incredulously, "Don't tell me you've forgotten the part where we kicked out with nowhere to go while you were pregnant?!"
"Yes, S, I completely forgot one of the hardest moments of my life." She shook her head in disbelief, "Don't be so stupid, of course I haven't forgotten that, or any of the other stuff he put me through. I don't care what you call you and you're right he is a," she looked over her shoulder, checking the hallway for her mother, "bastard, but I don't want Mom to hear you saying stuff like that. It doesn't matter that they're getting divorced, they were still married, they spent years together, they had a family. He was a good man, once upon a time, and Mom loved that man."
"Alright, fine, my bad. I won't say shit like that while your mom's around, ok?"
"That's all I ask."
"Ok, stop!"
"What?"
Santana held up a baby grow with a frilly tutu around the waist, "You are not giving this to Charlie, I won't let you be so cruel."
"It's cute!" Quinn argued, grabbing the baby grow from her friend.
"It's a freaking tutu, Q!"
"I don't care," she folded the baby grow in her lap, "I think it's cute, Beth looked adorable in it."
"You would say that, you're her mom, you're blind sighted by this sort of thing," she rolled her eyes, "which is why it's a good thing I'm here. I can save little Charlie from God only knows what kind of fashion disasters you plan to inflict upon her."
"Whatever, S."
"Don't you give me that attitude!"
"Or what? This is my house remember? You can't kick me out," she stuck her tongue out playfully.
"Ew, put that thing back where it belongs. God only knows where it's been."
"Haha, you're hilarious!"
"Just one of my many talents, Q."
"Does that include your overinflated ego?"
"Look who thinks they're funny now."
"What can I say? I learned from the best."
"And apparently a kiss ass!" Santana chuckled.
"You wish," Quinn retorted as she puffed some hair out of hair face. "Hey, do me a favour, grab me a hair tie, there should be one on the windowsill."
Santana knelt up from her spot and grabbed a hair tie, "Here."
"Thanks." Quinn pulled her hair up in a messy ponytail.
"Whoa! Wait a damn minute!" Santana cried.
"What?" Quinn looked at her friend, confusion tainting her features.
"What the hell is that?!" She pointed at her friends delicate neck.
"What?" It took a second for the blondes brain to register what the Latina was referring to. "Oh..." a hand went to cover her neck, "that. It's nothing."
"That ain't nothing, Q!"
"No, S, it really is," her cheeks flared red as she mentally kicked herself. I can't believe I forgot about that, I left my hair down this morning so Mom wouldn't see it. I'm such an idiot!
"Oh no, Q, it really isn't." She put her hands on her hips as she stared at her best friend, "I know exactly what that is."
"Then in that case, we don't need to talk about it," Quinn retorted as she turned her attention back to the open drawer she had been sorting through.
"You are not that stupid as to think I'm gonna drop this."
The young mother sighed, "I can wish for such a thing to happen."
"It's a pointless wish."
"I know. What about if I asked nicely and said please?" she begged.
"Not a fucking chance!" She shook her head, "When the hell did you get that? You didn't have that in school yesterday, did you? Cos I highly doubt concealer and foundation would be able to cover that bad boy."
"No, I did not have that in school yesterday."
"Then that means it happened after school."
"Well aren't you clever."
"Don't make me smack you, Q."
"Like you could take me."
"One, you know I'd totally destroy you and two, stop trying to distract and spill! What the hell happened yesterday?" Her features suddenly changed to an expression of realisation, "This is why you're in such a fucking good mood! You got laid, didn't you?"
Quinn avoided looking at her oldest friend, she knew she was going to get grilled about last night, no matter what she did.
Santana laughed, "You did! Oh my God, Q! Berry managed to pry about your dimpled knees."
"Must you be so crass?" Quinn whined.
"I'm sorry, Q, but this is just too damn good!"
"Why do you care so much about this?"
"Because, it's you, Q! You're so uptight about everything, especially sex."
"I am not!"
"Well, apparently not anymore," she smirked.
Quinn aimed a punch at her friends upper arm, "I hate you."
"Ow!" Santana rubbed at her now sore arm, "You really are asking for me to kick your ass, aren't you?"
"Hey, you ridicule me, I'll give you a dead arm."
"I'm not ridiculing you."
Quinn stared at the Latina in disbelief.
"Ok," Santana shrugged, "maybe I am a little bit but Q! You had sex!"
"Would you keep your voice down!" She got up and hurriedly shut the door to the nursery, "If Mom hears you I'm totally kicking your ass!"
"Let her hear!"
"My mother does not need to know whether I've had sex or not."
"It's a bit late to try and deny it, Fabray."
"I'm not denying anything, I just don't want Mom to hear about this. She's ok with Rach and I, I don't want that to suddenly change because she finds out we had sex last night, ok?"
"Aha! So this occurred last night!"
Quinn rolled her eyes. Why can't I just learn to keep my damn mouth shut? "Yes, fine, ok!"
"You gotta give me more than that, Q."
"What the hell do you want from me? A blow by blow account because you will most certainly not be getting one."
"Ew, God no!" Santana shuddered at the prospect.
"Then what do you want from me, S?!" she cried in exasperation.
"Wow, for someone who just got laid, you sure do become a grumpy bitch real quick."
"Gee, I wonder what could've possibly provoked that?"
"Whatever," she shook her head. "I'm still waiting, Q."
"For what? What is it you want?"
"Well...how do you feel? Are you freaking out about it?"
Quinn sighed, she knew the only way to shut Santana up was to answer her questions. "No, I'm not freaking out about it."
"Ok, but how do you feel?"
"I don't know, S," she stared at her friend trying to convey with her eyes how much she wished not to be having this conversation, "do you really need to know? Cos I know sex isn't that big of a deal to you, but to me it is and it's kind of private."
"Was it at least good?" she pried.
The blonde looked down into her lap, a smile playing across her lips.
"Who knew Berry had it in her," Santana mused with a chuckle.
"You suck," Quinn fired.
The Latina snorted, "Apparently so does your girlfriend."
Author's note: Hey all, so first off a shout out to Davis B.P for being my test subject as always. Erm…not really sure what to say. I know I've not been that good with posting often but I'm at college and I'm struggling to keep up with my assignments, this literally popped into my head a couple of hours ago and I just had to write it down while I thought of it. I will try to post more frequently but like I said, college takes up the majority of my brain at the moment so I make no promises. I do have a couple of questions.
First off:
Would you like the next chapter to be a Pezberry chapter? We all know that Santana's a bad ass but she's got a soft spot for Rachel so should she go to check up on Rachel to see how she's coping after sex?
Secondly:
I'm toying with a chapter that will basically make Rachel realise how much she still wants to be on the stage despite her fears after everything I've put her through. Do you guys like the idea of that? Yay or nay?
Right, hopefully I'll hear from you all soon because I do have ideas formulating already but I'd like to see what you all think.