Scared
Quinn doesn’t know what she did to deserve being stuck in the middle of Brittany and Santana’s lesbian drama.
Sure, Santana is her roommate and Brittany is Rachel’s. Naturally she’d see them a lot. But did she have ‘peace keeper’ tattooed on her forehead?
Yeah, Quinn didn’t think so either.
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Quinn sits Indian style on her bed busily typing away at her laptop. She has a paper due tomorrow but luckily she’s on a roll. She’s even humming to herself quietly, a habit she totally blames on Rachel.
The ex-cheerio hears loud rapid knocks on her door and she groans in response. “This better be good.”
Quinn gets off her bed and is nearly tackled to the ground when she opens the door. Brittany has her in a tight hug and she’s sobbing.
“Okay…okay, Britt. Just let me…” Quinn awkwardly turns them around and shuts the door. She guides Brittany to Santana’s bed and forces her to sit. “Britt let go of me so you can tell me what’s wrong.”
“Santa…done…yelled…and….I don’t know what to do!” Brittany cries into Quinn’s shoulder.
“Okay, Britt. It’s going to be okay.” Quinn realizes Britt is either talking about finally finding out Santa isn’t real or her and Santana had gotten into a fight. She’s thinking it’s the latter, so she lets Brittany cry until she’s ready to speak.
After a few moments Brittany settles down and uses one of Quinn’s tissues.
“Ready to tell me what happened?”
Brittany skips down the hallway, happy because she has just finished her favorite dance class. Well, it’s her favorite today because they announced they would need to find an inexperienced dancer to teach for the next few weeks.
Brittany doesn’t know what inexperienced means but she is going to get Santana to be her student. She loves dancing with Santana.
Brittany smiles when she reaches their dorm building and sees Santana walking quickly away from her. “Santana! Santana wait up!” Brittany frowns when she sees Santana speed up. She starts jogging to catch up and it’s not that hard since her legs are so long.
Santana stops abruptly and spins on Brittany, her arms crossed across her chest.
“I saw you.” Santana says.
“Saw me in dance class? Baby, I want you to-” Brittany starts off excitedly.
“No. That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Then what are you talking about? I’m confused.”
“You know what, Britt? I’m done explaining things to you. I’m done with you.”
Brittany’s posture slumps. “I don’t get it.”
“Get Quinn to explain it to you. Better yet, get Quinn’s slutty girlfriend to explain it to you.”
“Santana-”
“I’m done.” Santana turns and storms away, leaving a shocked Brittany in her wake.
“Wow, that’s really harsh, B.”
“I know!”
“Well what did you do with Rachel that was so bad?” Quinn wraps a comforting arm around Brittany, reassuring her she wasn’t mad with whatever could have happened.
“Well I thought really hard and all I’ve done to Rachael is kissed her cheek. And it was just because I was helping her with her play. We were running lines and I jokingly kissed her cheek during the kiss scene. I’m sorry Quinn. I’m so sorry.”
Brittany starts getting worked up again and Quinn sighs. “Don’t worry about it, B. Just let Santana cool off and we’ll go find her and figure out the situation, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Here. Play with Santana’s iPod. I know she put some episodes from that show about babies.”
“A Baby Story?!” Brittany’s eyes light up.
“Yeah, B.”
Brittany is distracted for a while by the show. Quinn pretends to get back to her homework but in reality she’s worried about Santana. Sure, Santana was angry most of the time but never with Brittany.
Quinn gets up and tells Brittany she’s going to the vending machines.
Instead of taking the turn to the vending machine, Quinn goes down three flights of stairs to the basement floor. Quinn can feel her hands sweating and her nerves swirling in her gut.
Santana has two rules that she gave Quinn at the beginning of the semester:
1. Never bother Santana in the room if it is her designated have-sex-with-Brittany-time.
2. Never (EVER!) bother Santana when she’s at the gym. EVER. She will cut you.
Quinn approaches the door and swallows. Quinn’s a bitch in her own right, but Santana? Santana could beat up Puck with her eyes closed if she really wanted to.
Quinn enters the gym and spots Santana in the corner. She’s in a black sports bra and red cloth shorts, hitting the crap out of a punching bag. Quinn is quite happy with Rachel but can’t stop the fleeting thought that Santana looks really hot when she’s sweating.
She also finds it amusing that when Brittany is upset she watches shows about babies when Santana resorts to punching things. What a funny couple.
The blonde approaches Santana quietly. “Santana-”
“Leave Quinn.”
“But-”
“I swear to freaking god you will become my punching bag if you don’t leave.”
Quinn feels heat rush to her face and suddenly her fists are balled at her sides. “Santana your girlfriend-”
Santana punches the bag harder. “Ex-girlfriend.”
“Screw you, Santana! I don’t know what you think you saw but Brittany kissed Rachel’s cheek. It’s nothing to go all bipolar over.”
Santana just ignores her and keeps throwing punches.
Quinn shoves Santana and Santana whips around so fast that Quinn instantly regrets her actions.
“Don’t you fucking touch me, Quinn. You don’t understand the situation so just mind your own damn business.”
“Explain the situation to me! Brittany is so in love with you, Santana. She’s the one for you. I know it, Rachel knows it, hell even Brittany knows it. So just tell me what happened.”
“No.”
Quinn shoves her again. “Tell me!”
“Fuck, Quinn! I could kill you!”
Quinn shoves her again, forcing Santana to the ground. “Tell me!”
Both girls are breathing heavy. Quinn stares down at her and Santana rests her head on her knees. “I can’t protect her, Quinn.”
The blonde sighs and sits down, bumping the Latina’s shoulder with her own.
Santana lifts her head and gives in. Quinn realizes something huge must have happened for Santana to show her this kind of vulnerability.
Santana smiles from Brittany and Rachel’s bedroom door. They are sitting on Rachel’s bed reciting parts of a play and Brittany goofily kisses Rachel’s cheek.
Santana smirks and decides to go back to her dorm and see what Quinn’s up too because her girlfriend’s busy.
She’s up one flight and ready to enter the hallway when she feels an arm slam her into the side of the staircase.
Santana instantly shoves the guy back. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“Nothing. No problem. Just stay out of my way, dyke.”
“Fuck you!” Santana hisses.
“No thanks. That’s your dumbass girlfriend’s job.”
Quinn’s furious again. “What a douche bag! Why would you listen to that homophobic asshole?”
“You’re not getting it. I lied to protect her. I don’t care what some random tool has to say to me. I can protect myself from shit like that. But what about Brittany? What about when I’m not around? What about when Brittany is alone? It scares me that I can’t protect her all the time.”
Santana stiffens when she hears a sniffle and a voice from behind her. “I don’t care.”
Santana and Quinn turn to find Brittany at the doorway looking sad but not crying. “I don’t care about that stuff, Santana. And…And I can take care of myself, sometimes. It’s okay if someone yells at me as long as I have you to come cry too.”
Santana gets up and hugs Brittany. She whispers in her ear, “I’m sorry, baby. I got scared.”
Santana laces her fingers with Brittany’s and leads her to the door way. “Thanks, Q.”
“No problem, S.”
“Oh, and if you tell anyone about me being all mushy, I will steal Rachel’s Barbra Streisand CDs.”
The blonde shivers. The last time Rachel lost those CDs it was like hell. But Quinn takes the threat in stride, because it is Santana, and smiles. “Don’t worry, S. Scary threat or not, my lips are sealed.”
Quinn swears she sees Santana smile on her way out the door.
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Later that night Quinn sighs contently when she drops behind Rachel on the bed. She wraps her arms around her, effectively spooning her.
“Hi, Quinn. What’ve you been up to all day?”
Quinn rolls her eyes. “Nothing. Just dealing with lesbian drama.”
“Oh, it’s Tuesday already?”
THE END