if i could, maybe i'd [quinntana]
title: If I Could, Maybe I'd
rating: PG
fandom/pairing: Glee. Quinn/Santana.
spoilers: Santana's gay tho.
warnings: Angst. Implied infidelity; pregnancy scare.
summary: Quinn probably should have seen something like this coming.
words: 239
disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or Fleetwood Mac's "Go Your Own Way", as covered by Glee.
a/n: For the femslash100prompt word "late". Did I go with the obvious route? Durhurr, perhaps. Do I regret it? Nosirreebob.
She says it in a wavering voice. She looks vulnerable, like she knows that Quinn won’t be happy but she’s still not ready to accept an end, yet.
“I’m late.”
Quinn laughs, not because she thinks it’s a joke (even though logic nags at her, that doesn’t even make sense), but because she’s so sure that it isn’t. It’s cruel of her, she sees the way that Santana winces and her eyes go glossy with tears that she only rarely lets fall, but Quinn doesn’t care nearly as much as she ought to.
“Of course you are,” she says, and she sounds just as disbelieving as she should. It’s unintentional, and Santana bites her lower lip like she can tell.
Quinn laughs, and laughs, and laughs until she’s crying and then laughs some more, because if she doesn’t keep laughing, she might just cry.
Because of course Santana’s pregnant. Of course no one ever changes, and of course Quinn can’t have one relationship that doesn’t involve a pregnancy at some point, and of course Quinn is going to be the bad guy for not being able to just hold Santana and whisper that it’s okay.
“This isn’t okay, San,” she says through choked laughs that sound a little like sobs, and she doesn’t mean to, but she can’t quite bring herself to regret it.
Santana doesn’t hold her and whisper that it will be, either.
Of course she doesn’t.
rating: PG
fandom/pairing: Glee. Quinn/Santana.
spoilers: Santana's gay tho.
warnings: Angst. Implied infidelity; pregnancy scare.
summary: Quinn probably should have seen something like this coming.
words: 239
disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or Fleetwood Mac's "Go Your Own Way", as covered by Glee.
a/n: For the femslash100prompt word "late". Did I go with the obvious route? Durhurr, perhaps. Do I regret it? Nosirreebob.
She says it in a wavering voice. She looks vulnerable, like she knows that Quinn won’t be happy but she’s still not ready to accept an end, yet.
“I’m late.”
Quinn laughs, not because she thinks it’s a joke (even though logic nags at her, that doesn’t even make sense), but because she’s so sure that it isn’t. It’s cruel of her, she sees the way that Santana winces and her eyes go glossy with tears that she only rarely lets fall, but Quinn doesn’t care nearly as much as she ought to.
“Of course you are,” she says, and she sounds just as disbelieving as she should. It’s unintentional, and Santana bites her lower lip like she can tell.
Quinn laughs, and laughs, and laughs until she’s crying and then laughs some more, because if she doesn’t keep laughing, she might just cry.
Because of course Santana’s pregnant. Of course no one ever changes, and of course Quinn can’t have one relationship that doesn’t involve a pregnancy at some point, and of course Quinn is going to be the bad guy for not being able to just hold Santana and whisper that it’s okay.
“This isn’t okay, San,” she says through choked laughs that sound a little like sobs, and she doesn’t mean to, but she can’t quite bring herself to regret it.
Santana doesn’t hold her and whisper that it will be, either.
Of course she doesn’t.