"I can't believe you didn't want to tell me." Quinn said angrily from her seat next to Santana.
Both girls were sitting outside of the principal's office. Inside the office were Santana's parents clearly screaming at Figgins.
"Why are you angry? I was trying to protect you." Santana responded.
"Protect me from what? Please tell me what you were protecting me from." Quinn said, sarcastically. "And by the way I don't need you to protect me, I can do it just fine by myself." She added.
"I was protecting you from me."
"What are you even talking about?" Quinn asked.
"I don't want you to have to deal with all of my crap, you shouldn't have to."
"Oh my god." Quinn complained. Santana turned to her with a frown, that wasn't the reaction she was expecting. "How many times do I have to tell you that we are in this together. We will be raising a child together in a couple months, so I really need you to get over yourself and accept my help. I want to be here for you, because you're here for me when I need you. When I was kicked out you immediately came to look for me. And yes, I didn't tell you myself, but I think we've come a long way from that. And by the way, we live in the same house, we spend basically all of our time together because let's accept it, we don't have many friends. So I want to help you deal with your stuff, and I want you to trust me." Quinn ranted.
Santana sat further back in her seat. "I have friends," she mumbled.
"Really?" Quinn hissed. That was what Santana got from her heartfelt speech?
"Wh-" Santana was cut off by her parents coming out of the principal's office. Her mother looked angry, but pleased.
"Girls." Maribel greeted. "Santana, the problem is solved. You can continue to use the proper restroom for you, and I talked to the principal about the violence in this school. He assured me that there will be a zero-tolerance policy from now on, at least in regards to you." She explained.
"So I'm getting special treatment?" Santana asked, angry. She didn't want to be treated any different than the other students.
"Mija, this is a win. Take it." Her father said. "And next time, don't let issues like this get too far, you come to us." Carlos requested.
"Yes dad." Santana responded, defeated.
"Okay, back to class you two." Maribel said.
Both girls said goodbye to the Lopez parents and stepped to the hallway. Quinn grabbed Santana's hand and led her to a room. Inside it was completely dark.
"What are you doing?" Santana asked. She tried to move, but knocked something down.
"Will you stop making noises, someone will find us. I'm trying to find the light, just stay quiet." Quinn replied. She fumbled around until she found the switch she was looking for.
Once the lights were on, Santana realised they were in the janitor's closet.
"What are we doing here? This place is probably disgusting, did you see Mr. Kidney the janitor? He's horrifying. He could do weird stuff here." Santana said.
"Will you shut up for a minute?" Quinn asked, irritated, and Santana stayed silent. Quinn grabbed Santana's face in her hands. "I know you don't want to be treated differently, but please take this win. This will protect you. That is all I care about. Santana, I can still see the bruises on your face, and I hate it. I never want to see you hurting like that again, physically or emotionally. I can't do this without you, so I need you to be okay. Please." Quinn pleaded with her.
"I-" Santana started to talk, but decided against it. She just leaned in and captured Quinn's lips with hers. The blonde melted into the kiss. She tried to show Quinn everything that she couldn't say with words. Santana held Quinn closer by the waist. Eventually, the kiss came to a stop, both of them needing air. "I promise I will do everything I can so we're both okay." Santana said. She leaned in again and pecked Quinn's lips. "So the three of us are okay." She corrected herself with a smile, caressing the blonde's baby bump.
"Tell me about your childhood." Quinn requested. She and Santana were in the brunette's bedroom. Quinn was lying on the bed with pillows around her that Santana had set up to make her more comfortable. And Santana was sitting at the end of the bed giving Quinn a foot rub.
"What do you want to know?"
"Something, anything." Quinn said.
"That's vague." Santana teased. "Let me think." She hummed, thinking for a moment. "It was a happy childhood. My parents didn't have much money when I was a kid because they had me when they were both in college. They were drowning in student debt from medical and law school, so we didn't live here in this big ass house. We lived in Lima Heights Adjacent." Santana said with a smile. "It isn't pretty, but I was raised there. I stayed with my abuela most of the time, my parents were always working. I looked up to her so much." Santana finished with a sad smile. Santana stopped what she was doing and moved to lay next to Quinn, she put an arm around her and held her close. "Then my parents moved here when they started making tons of money, and now I'm a rich bitch." Santa joked.
"What happened with your grandma?" Quinn asked.
"She still lives in Lima Heights Adjacent. She is still the same bitch she always was, but now she refuses to see me. When I was around ten my abuela gave me a pamphlet about a surgery. I of course didn't understand shit because I was ten, but I understood what the surgery was about. She wanted me to have gender-affirming surgery." She stopped talking for a second, and blinked back the tears in her eyes. "My parents had told me from the start that I was different, but they had made sure that I was loved and that I wasn't any less of a girl because of my dick. They decided not to give me the surgery when I was a newborn because it could take so many things from my future. I wouldn't have been able to have babies. They wanted me to make that decision on my own when I was old enough. But my abuela didn't agree with them, she thought I was a freak. She didn't want me to be a girl with a dick, so she asked me to have the surgery. I was young, I didn't understand things, but I knew I was a girl and didn't want a surgery. So I said no. This became a huge fight between my parents and my abuela. I never saw her again after that day." Santana finished.
"Your grandma is a bitch." Quinn said.
"I know. But she taught me an important lesson. Not everyone is going to accept me as I am, but that shouldn't stop me from being myself. Because I know who I am, and I'm not going to change shit for anyone."
Quinn turned Santana's face so she was looking at her tear-filled eyes and caressed her cheek with her thumb. There were still some slight bruises there. "I love that about you. I wish I was more like that."
"What do you mean?"
"Are you ready to hear about my childhood?" Quin asked.
"Fuck yeah." Santana said, excited.
"It's not exciting. My name is not Quinn."
"What do you mean?" Santana asked, frowning.
"My first name is Lucy, my middle name is Quinn. When I was a child I would go by Lucy. I didn't have any friends, I was chubby, and in middle school I had pimples, braces and glasses. Everyone made fun of me, they called me Lucy Caboosey. And even my dad looked at me with disgust. So I knew I needed to change. I started working out, it turned out I was athletic. I got a nose job, I dyed my hair and got rid of the braces and glasses. So when I started high school here I was Quinn, I was a whole new person. My dad looked at me with something that was so close to pride, that I couldn't feel bad about losing myself in the process of becoming 'Little Miss Perfect' for him."
"And who was Lucy?" Santana asked. "I want to get to know her."
"That's what I want to find out. Because I don't hate Lucy anymore, I don't think so. I just want to be my whole self, Lucy Quinn Fabray." The blond explained.
"I want that for you, and I want to know and get to love every part of you Quinn." Santana said, earnestly.
"God, you're so perfect." Quinn groaned and leaned in to kiss Santana until neither of them had air in their lungs.
"So you're not a real blonde?" Santana asked, trying to catch her breath. Quinn shook her head. "So the carpet doesn't match the drapes?" She asked with a smirk.
Quinn pushed her off the bed, and Santana fell with a loud thud. "I take my statement back, you are just annoying."
Guess who's back? Short chapter, but I'm trying. I'm waiting on some bio grades so I'm stress writing?
Sorry for the long pause in writing, I needed to finish school first, so now I have the whole summer to keep writing. I have some other cool stories that I'm currently writing so be patient with me. Love ya!