Fic: if you can't convince them, confuse them (5/?)
Pairing: Rachel / Quinn, side Brittany / Santana
Rating: PG13 now, NC-17 eventually
Spoilers: All episodes, just to be safe.
Summary: Quinn gets way more than she expected when she flirts with Rachel as a joke.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, obviously.
Author's Note: Just pretend that Brittany dumped Artie for Santana shortly after the locker scene. Also, this is totally unedited, so...yeah.
Thank you all so much for your kind reviews!
I hope you enjoy this next chapter. After this, things should start getting a lot more…interesting ;)
As always, please review!
It had been a week since the incident in the pool, and Rachel hadn’t heard a word from Quinn. Neither, apparently, had Santana or Brittany. For all intents and purposes, Quinn had fallen off the face of the earth. She wouldn’t answer calls, e-mails, texts, or Facebook messages. She was just out of commission.
“I think we pushed her too hard,” Rachel said, leaning back on her bed.
“We did what we had to do,” Santana replied. “At some point, with Quinn, you have to just throw her off a cliff. She’ll never make the jump herself.”
“I still think it was too much,” Rachel said.
“She kissed you, didn’t she?” Santana asked, raising her eyebrow.
“Yes, she certainly did,” Rachel said sharply. “And then she ran away and hasn’t been heard from since.”
“And what did you expect, Berry? For her to whip a rainbow flag out of her bikini top?”
“Obviously not,” Rachel said, rolling her eyes. “I just didn’t expect her to disappear.”
“She’s a Fabray, Rachel,” Santana said. “She was raised to believe that everything she’s feeling right now is wrong, and it’s the three of us who forced her into it. In the long run, I think she’ll be grateful. But right now, she hates us.”
“I don’t want her to hate me,” Rachel whined.
“Well, sorry Tiny, but she hates you most of all.”
“I know,” Rachel said, sighing, curling into Santana’s side.
Rolling her eyes, Santana draped an arm over Rachel. If somebody took a picture of the two of them right now, and showed it to Santana a month ago, she’d have smacked them silly. Now, somehow, it was just…normal.
“I’ll tell you what,” Santana said. “I’m not going to lie and say that I wasn’t expecting her to pull back, but I’ll go over to the Fabray Manor of Doom and Repressed Lesbian Tendencies tomorrow and try to beat some sense into our girl.”
“Santana, I really can’t condone violence,” Rachel said. “Especially against Quinn, and especially when she’s in the middle of going through a very difficult time.”
“Jesus,” Santana groaned, rolling over and staring incredulously at Rachel. “I meant emotional sense. I’m not going to just show up and start hitting her.”
“Oh,” Rachel said, flushing a bit. “Right. But what if she won’t let you in?”
“Bitch, please,” Santana said with a flick of her hand. “Like she could stop me.”
…
Santana showed up at Quinn’s house bright and early the next day. Since it was a weekday, she assumed Judy would be at work. She was a little bit shocked, therefore, when Quinn’s mother answered the door.
“Santana, hello!” Judy said, enveloping the Latina in a hug.
Santana hugged back, still getting used to the new, improved, and far more maternal Judy Fabray.
“Hey Mrs. F,” Santana said. “It’s great to see you.”
“For the last time, it’s Judy now,” Judy said, chucking a bit as she ushered Santana inside. “Things around here aren’t as formal as they used to be.”
“Right, got it,” Santana said, smiling. “So…is Quinn around?”
“She’s locked in her room,” Judy said, glancing nervously upstairs. “She’s barely said a word to me all week. I’ve taken the past couple of days off from work to try and talk to her, but she won’t even let me into her room.”
Santana sighed.
“Do you know what’s going on?” Judy asked.
“I have an idea,” Santana replied, cracking her knuckles. “Mind if I go up and try to talk to her?”
“Be my guest,” Judy said. “At this point, I’m willing to try anything. Just…don’t hit her.”
“Why does everybody think I’m going to hit her?” Santana said, shaking her head as she walked up the stairs and knocked on Quinn’s door.
“Mom, I told you, I don’t want to talk,” Quinn said from inside her room.
“It’s not your mother, Q, but I’m happy to spank you if you don’t let me in right now.”
“Go away, Santana. I don’t want to see you right now.”
“I’m sure you don’t,” Santana said. “But I brought a screwdriver so I can unhinge your door my damn self. Why don’t you save us both the time?”
“You didn’t bring a screwdriver,” Quinn said.
“I kind of did,” Santana said, reaching into her bag. “Last chance.”
“Bullshit,” Quinn said.
“Have it your way, then,” Santana said, and started on the first hinge.
Suddenly, the door unlocked and swung open.
“For Christ’s sake, you actually brought a screwdriver?” Quinn snapped, glaring at Santana.
“I told you I did,” Santana said, shrugging as she tucked it back in her bag.
“What do you want, Santana?” Quinn said, sighing and laying down on her bed.
“I want to talk to you about what happened at the pool party,” Santana said as she shut the door behind her.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Quinn said.
“Fine, don’t talk, just fucking listen,” Santana said, narrowing her eyes. “Rachel has been pacing a hole in her floor.”
“I don’t really care what Rachel has been doing,” Quinn replied, turning to face the wall so Santana wouldn’t see the pain etched on her face.
“Okay, well, I’m going to call major bullshit on that one,” Santana said, rolling her eyes. “You care so much that you’re fucking terrified.”
“I’m sure you can take care of her,” Quinn said, standing up to glare at Santana. “You seemed to be doing just fine with her in the pool.”
“Oh, come on, Q!” Santana said, standing up to face the blonde. “You’re a smart girl, so use your head. That was for your benefit, not ours.”
“I don’t care!” Quinn spat out. “I don’t care, do whatever you want.”
“Q,” Santana said softly, resting her hand on Quinn’s shoulder, rolling her eyes when the blonde pulled away. “Fine, you can ignore me all you want, but you can’t ignore what you’re feeling. Believe me, I fucking tried.”
“Just because you’re a dyke doesn’t mean I am too,” Quinn said harshly, her stomach dropping when Santana flinched backwards, her eyes widening in shock.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Quinn said, resting her face in her hands as she sat down on her bed. “I’m so sorry.”
“Here’s the thing, Q,” Santana said, sitting down next to Quinn. “I get why you’re scared. Believe me, I do. I know you have a lot to lose if you admit what’s going on, but you have a lot more to lose if you don’t.”
“How can you even say that?” Quinn said, sobbing. “I know played along with Berry’s game, but I can’t lose my family, I can’t lose my popularity.”
“Brit and I didn’t lose any of that,” Santana said.
“I know, but - ”
“No, Q, no buts,” Santana said firmly. “I can’t speak about your family, but I can promise you - and I mean absolutely fucking promise you - that your popularity won’t be impacted at all. But let’s pretend for a hot minute that I couldn’t make that promise, that you walk into school in the Fall and get a slushie to the face right off the bat.”
“Where are you going with this?” Quinn asked, sighing.
“Well, you know what it’s like to be slushied,” Santana said.
Quinn nodded.
“It fucking sucks,” Santana said. “But riddle me this, Batman. Is it worse than what you’re feeling right now?”
Quinn looked up to Santana with tears in her eyes.
“Nothing is worse than this,” Santana said, nodding and smiling gently. “I went through everything that you’re feeling right now. And it doesn’t get better by trying to ignore it. I promise it won’t.”
“But I dated Finn,” Quinn whispered. “And Puck, and Sam.”
“Doesn’t mean you actually liked them,” Santana said. “I mean, come on. I slept with Puck too and I’m practically Lima’s K.D. Lang…only a way more badass version.”
“I liked them, though,” Quinn said, pleading. “At least, I think I did.”
“Did you ever feel with them the way you did when you kissed Berry in the pool?”
Quinn didn’t answer.
“Yeah,” Santana said. “I thought as much.”
“I don’t even know how to do this,” Quinn said, wiping her tears.
“You have me and Brit,” Santana said. “We’ll take you flannel shirt shopping. And for your first pair of big girl Birkenstocks. Besides, it’s not like you’re going to be alone. There’s going to be a psychopathic little lemur named Rachel attached to your leg the entire time.”
“Is it bad that the idea of that just makes me smile?” Quinn said, chuckling softly.
“Nope,” Santana replied with a laugh. “Just kind of proves my point.”
“I really have to deal with this, don’t I?”
“You don’t have to,” Santana said, placing a hand on Quinn’s knee. “But you really should.”
“Santana?”
“Yeah?”
Quinn took a deep breath, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. “I’m gay.”
“I know, Q,” Santana said. “But no crying. It’s a good thing! Say it and smile.”
“I’m gay,” Quinn said, struggling to smile.
“One more time!” Santana said, throwing her hands in the air.
“I’m gay!” Quinn said, laughing.
“Yes you are!” Santana said. “Now, lets go tell your mom!”
Quinn blanched. “Santana, are you kidding me? I just admit this to myself. I can’t tell her now!”
“You can,” Santana said. “Just imagine your audience naked.”
“Ew,” Quinn said, scrunching up her nose.
“Right, that won’t work,” Santana said, frowning. “Think about Berry naked.”
Quinn flushed.
“Okay, that won’t work either. You won’t be able to speak words.”
“S, I honestly don’t know if I can tell her at all, especially not right now.”
“Let me ask you something. Are you sure you’re gay?”
“Yes,” Quinn said, sighing.
“That’s what I love about you Q,” Santana said, smiling. “Once you admit to something, it’s part of who you are. So you’re already done with the hard part. There’s just one more loose end, and you’re in the clear.”
“Telling my mom?”
“Telling your mom,” Santana said, nodding. “I’m not going to force you, obviously. But the longer you wait, the harder it’s going to be.”
“You’re right,” Quinn said, taking a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”
“Say it again,” Santana said.
“Let’s do it?”
“No, the other part.”
“You’re right,” Quinn said, rolling her eyes.
“Always am, bitch,” Santana said with a wink.
…
“Hey Judy,” Santana said, dragging Quinn downstairs.
“Santana!” Judy exclaimed. “You found my daughter! I almost forgot what she looked like!”
“I’m sure,” Quinn said, rolling her eyes.
“Do you have a second?” Santana asked. “Quinn has something to talk to you about.”
“Of course,” Judy said, sitting down on a rocking chair. “Should I be worried?”
“I hope not,” Quinn said, sitting down on the couch across from her mother.
“Okay, well, tell me what’s going on and we’ll sort it out,” Judy said, frowning.
Quinn just sat there for a moment, unsure how to start. She could barely breathe until she felt Santana’s fingers thread in her own.
“You got this, Q,” Santana whispered.
Taking a deep breath, Quinn nodded.
“Okay, Mom, I don’t know how to say this other than to just…say it. I’m gay.”
“Oh, already?” Judy asked, her eyebrows raised.
“Wait, what?” Quinn and Santana said simultaneously.
“Oh, sorry. Nothing. I just thought that was going to take longer,” Judy said.
“You knew?” Quinn said, shocked.
“Oh Quinn, sweetie, you’re not very subtle,” Judy said, smiling.
“Judy,” Santana said, laughing hysterically. “I think I just fell in love with you.”
“Unfortunately for you, Santana, my daughter and I don’t play for the same team.”
“Oh god,” Santana said, gripping her stomach. “I can’t handle this. I can’t do it. I’m dying.”
“I don’t get it,” Quinn said, tears flowing down her face. “I thought you’d kick me out.”
Santana stopped laughing and looked between Quinn and Judy. They needed this moment to be between the two of them. “That, Q and Mama Q, is my cue to leave. Come over to mine when you’re done, okay?”
“Okay,” Quinn said, wiping her eyes as Santana left.
“Quinn,” Judy said, her face softening as she moved to kneel in front of her daughter. “I’m so sorry I ever gave you cause to fear that. I’ll never ever put you through that again.”
“Really?” Quinn asked.
“I promise,” Judy said. “I only want you to be happy. And if Santana makes you happy, then I -”
“Oh, god, ew, mom!”
“What’s ew?” Judy asked, confused.
“Santana and I are not dating,” Quinn said, furrowing her brow. “She’s with Brittany. And also, ew.”
“Oh,” Judy said, sitting down on the couch next to Quinn. “Well, is there a lady that you have your eyes on?”
“Um, kind of,” Quinn said, blushing.
“Do I know her?”
“Her name is Rachel,” Quinn said. “She’s in Glee Club with me.”
“The one with the voice?” Judy said, her eyebrows raised.
“That’s the one,” Quinn said, sighing.
“Well, you certainly set your sights high,” Judy replied, patting Quinn’s knee.
All Quinn could do was laugh.
...
It was nearly two hours later when Quinn showed up at Santana’s house. She was grinning ear to ear, her face still stained with tear tracks.
“It went well, I take it?” Santana said when she opened the door.
“It did,” Quinn said, stepping inside.
“And how do you feel?” Santana said, flopping down on her couch.
“I feel different,” Quinn said, smiling as she sat down. “Honestly, I feel giddy.”
“Like you’re ready to go eat some berries? Maybe drink some berry juice? Go to the orchard and pick some berries?”
“Enough,” Quinn said, rolling her eyes, enjoying the freedom she felt. “Hey, S?”
“What’s up, baby gay?”
“Thanks.”
“It’s all good,” Santana said with a lopsided grin. “Besides, you owe me a toaster.”
“I don’t think I’m the one that has to get it for you,” Quinn said.
“Wait, you know what I’m talking about?” Santana asked, sitting upright.
“Yeah…from Ellen. What’s wrong with that?” Quinn asked.
“Just the fact that you didn’t know you were gay, you flamer,” Santana said, laughing.
“Shut up,” Quinn said, the flush creeping up her neck. “Seriously though, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Santana said, smiling brightly. “Meanwhile, your girlfriend hasn’t stopped calling me all day.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Quinn said, blushing.
“Yet,” Santana said with a wink.
“Yet,” Quinn agreed, smiling.
“I actually have an idea for you, on that note,” Santana said.
“On what note?”
“Getting your girl.”
“Oh?” Quinn said. “Do tell.”
“Well, all that teasing she’s been throwing at you has been driving you crazy for the past few weeks, right?”
“Definitely,” Quinn said, feeling her face heat up even more.
“Well, how about we give her a taste of her own medicine?”
“I like the way you think,” Quinn said, grinning wickedly.
Please review!!
Rating: PG13 now, NC-17 eventually
Spoilers: All episodes, just to be safe.
Summary: Quinn gets way more than she expected when she flirts with Rachel as a joke.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, obviously.
Author's Note: Just pretend that Brittany dumped Artie for Santana shortly after the locker scene. Also, this is totally unedited, so...yeah.
Thank you all so much for your kind reviews!
I hope you enjoy this next chapter. After this, things should start getting a lot more…interesting ;)
As always, please review!
It had been a week since the incident in the pool, and Rachel hadn’t heard a word from Quinn. Neither, apparently, had Santana or Brittany. For all intents and purposes, Quinn had fallen off the face of the earth. She wouldn’t answer calls, e-mails, texts, or Facebook messages. She was just out of commission.
“I think we pushed her too hard,” Rachel said, leaning back on her bed.
“We did what we had to do,” Santana replied. “At some point, with Quinn, you have to just throw her off a cliff. She’ll never make the jump herself.”
“I still think it was too much,” Rachel said.
“She kissed you, didn’t she?” Santana asked, raising her eyebrow.
“Yes, she certainly did,” Rachel said sharply. “And then she ran away and hasn’t been heard from since.”
“And what did you expect, Berry? For her to whip a rainbow flag out of her bikini top?”
“Obviously not,” Rachel said, rolling her eyes. “I just didn’t expect her to disappear.”
“She’s a Fabray, Rachel,” Santana said. “She was raised to believe that everything she’s feeling right now is wrong, and it’s the three of us who forced her into it. In the long run, I think she’ll be grateful. But right now, she hates us.”
“I don’t want her to hate me,” Rachel whined.
“Well, sorry Tiny, but she hates you most of all.”
“I know,” Rachel said, sighing, curling into Santana’s side.
Rolling her eyes, Santana draped an arm over Rachel. If somebody took a picture of the two of them right now, and showed it to Santana a month ago, she’d have smacked them silly. Now, somehow, it was just…normal.
“I’ll tell you what,” Santana said. “I’m not going to lie and say that I wasn’t expecting her to pull back, but I’ll go over to the Fabray Manor of Doom and Repressed Lesbian Tendencies tomorrow and try to beat some sense into our girl.”
“Santana, I really can’t condone violence,” Rachel said. “Especially against Quinn, and especially when she’s in the middle of going through a very difficult time.”
“Jesus,” Santana groaned, rolling over and staring incredulously at Rachel. “I meant emotional sense. I’m not going to just show up and start hitting her.”
“Oh,” Rachel said, flushing a bit. “Right. But what if she won’t let you in?”
“Bitch, please,” Santana said with a flick of her hand. “Like she could stop me.”
…
Santana showed up at Quinn’s house bright and early the next day. Since it was a weekday, she assumed Judy would be at work. She was a little bit shocked, therefore, when Quinn’s mother answered the door.
“Santana, hello!” Judy said, enveloping the Latina in a hug.
Santana hugged back, still getting used to the new, improved, and far more maternal Judy Fabray.
“Hey Mrs. F,” Santana said. “It’s great to see you.”
“For the last time, it’s Judy now,” Judy said, chucking a bit as she ushered Santana inside. “Things around here aren’t as formal as they used to be.”
“Right, got it,” Santana said, smiling. “So…is Quinn around?”
“She’s locked in her room,” Judy said, glancing nervously upstairs. “She’s barely said a word to me all week. I’ve taken the past couple of days off from work to try and talk to her, but she won’t even let me into her room.”
Santana sighed.
“Do you know what’s going on?” Judy asked.
“I have an idea,” Santana replied, cracking her knuckles. “Mind if I go up and try to talk to her?”
“Be my guest,” Judy said. “At this point, I’m willing to try anything. Just…don’t hit her.”
“Why does everybody think I’m going to hit her?” Santana said, shaking her head as she walked up the stairs and knocked on Quinn’s door.
“Mom, I told you, I don’t want to talk,” Quinn said from inside her room.
“It’s not your mother, Q, but I’m happy to spank you if you don’t let me in right now.”
“Go away, Santana. I don’t want to see you right now.”
“I’m sure you don’t,” Santana said. “But I brought a screwdriver so I can unhinge your door my damn self. Why don’t you save us both the time?”
“You didn’t bring a screwdriver,” Quinn said.
“I kind of did,” Santana said, reaching into her bag. “Last chance.”
“Bullshit,” Quinn said.
“Have it your way, then,” Santana said, and started on the first hinge.
Suddenly, the door unlocked and swung open.
“For Christ’s sake, you actually brought a screwdriver?” Quinn snapped, glaring at Santana.
“I told you I did,” Santana said, shrugging as she tucked it back in her bag.
“What do you want, Santana?” Quinn said, sighing and laying down on her bed.
“I want to talk to you about what happened at the pool party,” Santana said as she shut the door behind her.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Quinn said.
“Fine, don’t talk, just fucking listen,” Santana said, narrowing her eyes. “Rachel has been pacing a hole in her floor.”
“I don’t really care what Rachel has been doing,” Quinn replied, turning to face the wall so Santana wouldn’t see the pain etched on her face.
“Okay, well, I’m going to call major bullshit on that one,” Santana said, rolling her eyes. “You care so much that you’re fucking terrified.”
“I’m sure you can take care of her,” Quinn said, standing up to glare at Santana. “You seemed to be doing just fine with her in the pool.”
“Oh, come on, Q!” Santana said, standing up to face the blonde. “You’re a smart girl, so use your head. That was for your benefit, not ours.”
“I don’t care!” Quinn spat out. “I don’t care, do whatever you want.”
“Q,” Santana said softly, resting her hand on Quinn’s shoulder, rolling her eyes when the blonde pulled away. “Fine, you can ignore me all you want, but you can’t ignore what you’re feeling. Believe me, I fucking tried.”
“Just because you’re a dyke doesn’t mean I am too,” Quinn said harshly, her stomach dropping when Santana flinched backwards, her eyes widening in shock.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Quinn said, resting her face in her hands as she sat down on her bed. “I’m so sorry.”
“Here’s the thing, Q,” Santana said, sitting down next to Quinn. “I get why you’re scared. Believe me, I do. I know you have a lot to lose if you admit what’s going on, but you have a lot more to lose if you don’t.”
“How can you even say that?” Quinn said, sobbing. “I know played along with Berry’s game, but I can’t lose my family, I can’t lose my popularity.”
“Brit and I didn’t lose any of that,” Santana said.
“I know, but - ”
“No, Q, no buts,” Santana said firmly. “I can’t speak about your family, but I can promise you - and I mean absolutely fucking promise you - that your popularity won’t be impacted at all. But let’s pretend for a hot minute that I couldn’t make that promise, that you walk into school in the Fall and get a slushie to the face right off the bat.”
“Where are you going with this?” Quinn asked, sighing.
“Well, you know what it’s like to be slushied,” Santana said.
Quinn nodded.
“It fucking sucks,” Santana said. “But riddle me this, Batman. Is it worse than what you’re feeling right now?”
Quinn looked up to Santana with tears in her eyes.
“Nothing is worse than this,” Santana said, nodding and smiling gently. “I went through everything that you’re feeling right now. And it doesn’t get better by trying to ignore it. I promise it won’t.”
“But I dated Finn,” Quinn whispered. “And Puck, and Sam.”
“Doesn’t mean you actually liked them,” Santana said. “I mean, come on. I slept with Puck too and I’m practically Lima’s K.D. Lang…only a way more badass version.”
“I liked them, though,” Quinn said, pleading. “At least, I think I did.”
“Did you ever feel with them the way you did when you kissed Berry in the pool?”
Quinn didn’t answer.
“Yeah,” Santana said. “I thought as much.”
“I don’t even know how to do this,” Quinn said, wiping her tears.
“You have me and Brit,” Santana said. “We’ll take you flannel shirt shopping. And for your first pair of big girl Birkenstocks. Besides, it’s not like you’re going to be alone. There’s going to be a psychopathic little lemur named Rachel attached to your leg the entire time.”
“Is it bad that the idea of that just makes me smile?” Quinn said, chuckling softly.
“Nope,” Santana replied with a laugh. “Just kind of proves my point.”
“I really have to deal with this, don’t I?”
“You don’t have to,” Santana said, placing a hand on Quinn’s knee. “But you really should.”
“Santana?”
“Yeah?”
Quinn took a deep breath, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. “I’m gay.”
“I know, Q,” Santana said. “But no crying. It’s a good thing! Say it and smile.”
“I’m gay,” Quinn said, struggling to smile.
“One more time!” Santana said, throwing her hands in the air.
“I’m gay!” Quinn said, laughing.
“Yes you are!” Santana said. “Now, lets go tell your mom!”
Quinn blanched. “Santana, are you kidding me? I just admit this to myself. I can’t tell her now!”
“You can,” Santana said. “Just imagine your audience naked.”
“Ew,” Quinn said, scrunching up her nose.
“Right, that won’t work,” Santana said, frowning. “Think about Berry naked.”
Quinn flushed.
“Okay, that won’t work either. You won’t be able to speak words.”
“S, I honestly don’t know if I can tell her at all, especially not right now.”
“Let me ask you something. Are you sure you’re gay?”
“Yes,” Quinn said, sighing.
“That’s what I love about you Q,” Santana said, smiling. “Once you admit to something, it’s part of who you are. So you’re already done with the hard part. There’s just one more loose end, and you’re in the clear.”
“Telling my mom?”
“Telling your mom,” Santana said, nodding. “I’m not going to force you, obviously. But the longer you wait, the harder it’s going to be.”
“You’re right,” Quinn said, taking a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”
“Say it again,” Santana said.
“Let’s do it?”
“No, the other part.”
“You’re right,” Quinn said, rolling her eyes.
“Always am, bitch,” Santana said with a wink.
…
“Hey Judy,” Santana said, dragging Quinn downstairs.
“Santana!” Judy exclaimed. “You found my daughter! I almost forgot what she looked like!”
“I’m sure,” Quinn said, rolling her eyes.
“Do you have a second?” Santana asked. “Quinn has something to talk to you about.”
“Of course,” Judy said, sitting down on a rocking chair. “Should I be worried?”
“I hope not,” Quinn said, sitting down on the couch across from her mother.
“Okay, well, tell me what’s going on and we’ll sort it out,” Judy said, frowning.
Quinn just sat there for a moment, unsure how to start. She could barely breathe until she felt Santana’s fingers thread in her own.
“You got this, Q,” Santana whispered.
Taking a deep breath, Quinn nodded.
“Okay, Mom, I don’t know how to say this other than to just…say it. I’m gay.”
“Oh, already?” Judy asked, her eyebrows raised.
“Wait, what?” Quinn and Santana said simultaneously.
“Oh, sorry. Nothing. I just thought that was going to take longer,” Judy said.
“You knew?” Quinn said, shocked.
“Oh Quinn, sweetie, you’re not very subtle,” Judy said, smiling.
“Judy,” Santana said, laughing hysterically. “I think I just fell in love with you.”
“Unfortunately for you, Santana, my daughter and I don’t play for the same team.”
“Oh god,” Santana said, gripping her stomach. “I can’t handle this. I can’t do it. I’m dying.”
“I don’t get it,” Quinn said, tears flowing down her face. “I thought you’d kick me out.”
Santana stopped laughing and looked between Quinn and Judy. They needed this moment to be between the two of them. “That, Q and Mama Q, is my cue to leave. Come over to mine when you’re done, okay?”
“Okay,” Quinn said, wiping her eyes as Santana left.
“Quinn,” Judy said, her face softening as she moved to kneel in front of her daughter. “I’m so sorry I ever gave you cause to fear that. I’ll never ever put you through that again.”
“Really?” Quinn asked.
“I promise,” Judy said. “I only want you to be happy. And if Santana makes you happy, then I -”
“Oh, god, ew, mom!”
“What’s ew?” Judy asked, confused.
“Santana and I are not dating,” Quinn said, furrowing her brow. “She’s with Brittany. And also, ew.”
“Oh,” Judy said, sitting down on the couch next to Quinn. “Well, is there a lady that you have your eyes on?”
“Um, kind of,” Quinn said, blushing.
“Do I know her?”
“Her name is Rachel,” Quinn said. “She’s in Glee Club with me.”
“The one with the voice?” Judy said, her eyebrows raised.
“That’s the one,” Quinn said, sighing.
“Well, you certainly set your sights high,” Judy replied, patting Quinn’s knee.
All Quinn could do was laugh.
...
It was nearly two hours later when Quinn showed up at Santana’s house. She was grinning ear to ear, her face still stained with tear tracks.
“It went well, I take it?” Santana said when she opened the door.
“It did,” Quinn said, stepping inside.
“And how do you feel?” Santana said, flopping down on her couch.
“I feel different,” Quinn said, smiling as she sat down. “Honestly, I feel giddy.”
“Like you’re ready to go eat some berries? Maybe drink some berry juice? Go to the orchard and pick some berries?”
“Enough,” Quinn said, rolling her eyes, enjoying the freedom she felt. “Hey, S?”
“What’s up, baby gay?”
“Thanks.”
“It’s all good,” Santana said with a lopsided grin. “Besides, you owe me a toaster.”
“I don’t think I’m the one that has to get it for you,” Quinn said.
“Wait, you know what I’m talking about?” Santana asked, sitting upright.
“Yeah…from Ellen. What’s wrong with that?” Quinn asked.
“Just the fact that you didn’t know you were gay, you flamer,” Santana said, laughing.
“Shut up,” Quinn said, the flush creeping up her neck. “Seriously though, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Santana said, smiling brightly. “Meanwhile, your girlfriend hasn’t stopped calling me all day.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Quinn said, blushing.
“Yet,” Santana said with a wink.
“Yet,” Quinn agreed, smiling.
“I actually have an idea for you, on that note,” Santana said.
“On what note?”
“Getting your girl.”
“Oh?” Quinn said. “Do tell.”
“Well, all that teasing she’s been throwing at you has been driving you crazy for the past few weeks, right?”
“Definitely,” Quinn said, feeling her face heat up even more.
“Well, how about we give her a taste of her own medicine?”
“I like the way you think,” Quinn said, grinning wickedly.
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