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Falling Into History	By : cris2747 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 14513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: Glee is mine although I wish it were. The warnings stay the same. Thank you for all the love. Just a little side note, Quinn and Santana's kitchen train wreck is similar to my son and younger brother. This chapter is a little shorter than normal but I'm trying to move the story along. Okay on with the show.
Chapter Four: Meet the Parents
Quinn nervously bounces from one foot to another but she has no idea why she's so nervous since she practically lived here since the family moved her at the age of 4. She decided to change before coming over instead of her school attire so she has on more relaxed clothes, cheerio sweats and an old comfortable t-shirt. She didn't feel it necessary to give the Lopez's a shock. Quinn hasn't seen them since the funeral, so they have no clue about her new style but it wasn't from lack of trying though. The youngest Lopez gets her stubborn streak from her parents. She smoothed down her unwrinkled tee for the thousands time. She took a deep breath and raised her hand to knock.
"So you finally decided to come in Twinkie."
Quinn jumped up a mile, "Fuck Santana! Are you trying to scare me to death?" She gasps as she tries to calm her still racing heart.
Santana with a mischievous twinkle in her eye gestured for her to come in. Quinn shot her a playful glare, "Where's Mami and Papi?" she notices that Santana has also changed into more comfortable clothes.
Santana closed the door behind her, "They're in the kitchen trying to figure out what kind of rabbit food to feed Tiny."
Quinn just smirks and gives her a one armed hug, "Are we still banned from the kitchen?" She questions when Santana leads her into the living room. She pretends that she is not eyeing her best friend's legs in those short shorts.
"Yes, mija after the last time, you still are not allowed in my kitchen," the beautiful older Latina says when she walks up to the girls. "Quinn, angelita, it's been too long," she hugs her tight. "I'm still mad at you chica for not coming by all summer. I was getting ready to send Hector to drag you back here." As she steps back to take a closer look at her, "This is new mija but I like it," she ruffles her hair.
Quinn lets out the breathe that she didn't know she was holding, slowly. She smiles brightly, "I just needed a little change Mami."
"Well I like it and it is different but hip."
Santana groans, "Mami don't say things like that."
Lupe smirks, "But mija I with the times yo."
Santana covered her face, "Oh God! Mami you're embarrassing me!"
Quinn just giggles at the show the Lopez women are displaying. God how she missed this, the comfort, the safety, it felt like she was coming home. The Lopez family has always been playful in nature (though you wouldn't know it by how Santana acts in school). She remembers all the pranks the older Lopez children pulled on the younger girls and the pranks they pulled in retaliation.
"What's this? My women have left me in the kitchen to fend for myself?" a booming voice calls out.
Santana smirks, "But Papi I'm not allowed in the kitchen, remember?"
"Pffffff we just won't let you near microwaves and open flames."
Santana huffs and pouts, "I was 5 at the time I've gotten better!"
Hector Lopez was a big handsome man with black hair with a dash of gray. Hector dries his hands on the towel walking into the living room, "There's my little Quinnie. Te vez flaca, mija. Have you been feeding yourself properly?"
Quinn blushes faintly and looks down with a bashful look, "I haven't had much of an appetite lately Papi."
He hugs her to his chest lightly, "Well no daughter of mine is going to waste away. Especially now you're away from that coach. La mujer es loca, no?"
"This is true Papi but I don't wanna blow up," Quinn snuggles deeper into his embrace. She pretends she can smell her father's after shave.
"Don't worry chica, Sanny and you can stand to gain a few pounds," just then the doorbell rang.
"That's probably Rachel," Santana rushes to the door. They hear faint voices in the foyer but are unable to make out the words. A smug looking Santana leads in a timid (?) Rachel. "Okay Polly Pocket you of course know Q. These are my parents Lupe and Hector Lopez. Mami, Papi this is Rachel Berry and I call dibs on the cookies."
"Santana that wouldn't be fair as I brought enough for everyone," Rachel replies causing the other girl too pout and cross her arms. She looks the older couple and she can see where Santana got her looks from. Lupe was just an older version a Santana but she obviously got her smile and mischievous nature from her father if the looks he's giving is any indication. Quinn notices the girl has also changed into more comfortable clothes.
Rachel tucks that one stubborn strand of hair in, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Lopez, Mrs. Lopez. I hope my being here isn't too much of an inconvenience."
Lupe draws her in for a hug, "Call me Lupe and that's Hector and no you're not an inconvenience."
"Especially if you brought sweets," Hector says cheekily.
"Hands off the cookies at least wait until dinner is done," Lupe tells him in a no nonsense voice. The big man pouts, Rachel thinks now I know were Santana gets that from. "We heard all about you, these two are always going on and on about you. We've seen you at all the competitions we never missed one. You have such a big pretty voice for someone so tiny."
Rachel blushes prettily, "Thank you ma'am. Is there anything that I can help with Mrs… I mean Lupe?" As she handed over the tin.
"No mija the old man and I got this."
"Hey woman I'm not old! I'm just matured," Hector cuts in.
"Papi is that another way of saying ancient?" Santana smirks.
Hector shots her, a playful glare, "I'll show you old!"
Santana laughs as she backs away slowly holding out her hands, "Now Daddy I don't want you hurt yourself. You're very delicate at this age."
Hector stalks toward her feigning to the left and Santana runs trying to get around him. She lets out a loud squeal when his arms circle her waist and tosses her over his shoulder. "Daddy let me down you're going to hurt your back!"
"How? You're like what, all of two pounds, short stuff. That's not heavy at all, baby."
Santana squirms and laughs as he tickles her side. Then he starts to spin her around. "Daddy stop you're gonna make me throw up all over you!"
Rachel walks closer to Quinn and whispers laughing at the usual stone face Latina squealing like a little girl, "Are they always like this?"
Quinn watches as Hector dumps her on the couch still tickling her, "No sometimes they're worse." Rachel's lips form an 'Oh', "You should see them when the rest of the Lopez children are home."
"How many more are there?" smiling as Hector grabs Santana's legs to tickle her feet.
"Well Sanny is the baby of the bunch, but there's Isabella who's 20, Ruben and his twin Miguel who are 22 and Carmen who's 24."
"Hector! Mi amor, leave the children alone for a minute and come help me finish dinner," Lupe smirks.
Santana still squirming and laughing on the couch. Hector gives his daughter one last tickle and winks over to the other two girls. He smiles smugly at his wife and gives her a peck on the cheek as he heads to the kitchen.
Santana still gasping and laughing on the couch. "Mija, take your friends to your room and try to stay out of trouble."
"Yes ma'am," Santana rolls off the couch still giggling. "Come on let's leave the old people to finish so they can serve us."
Lupe paused on her way to the kitchen, "Oh yeah, mija I so heard that and I'll remember you said it when you want something from me."
Santana goes to hug from behind and kisses her with a big noisy kiss on the cheek, "You know I'm just playing Mami."
Lupe pushes her away playful and swats her on the behind, "Go play in your room."
Santana rubs the sting and pouts, "That could be considered child abuse lady."
Lupe laughs and pushes her toward the stairs, "Room! Or you'll be going to bed without dessert."
Santana gives the girls a mock sad look, "See what I have to put up with?" as she leads them up the stairs. Rachel shaking in quiet laughter, she wonders why no one ever gets to see this side of the normally temperamental girl. When they reach Santana's room she is somewhat surprised at the girlishness of the room.
Quinn sees her mildly shocked look and ask, "Where you expecting the souls of the poor unfortunate people she captured all along the wall?"
"Yes. I mean no," she blushes when Santana lets out an insulted, "HEY!" "I'm not sure what I was expecting but it wasn't pink frilly curtains and matching bedspread. Maybe cheerio memorabilia or something to that nature but defiantly not this," she giggles.
Santana blushes and Quinn snickers, "My little cousin bought them for me last Christmas and I didn't have the heart to tell her I'm too grown for them. Shut it Quinn it matches hers, okay."
"Well I find it sweet that badass Santana has a girly side," Rachel teases the already blushing girl.
"Shut it the both of you! I forgot to change them after her visit last week," Santana's blush spreading. "Look at this face and tell me if you can deny her," showing them a picture of an adorable 7 year old girl with her hair in pigtail, wearing a yellow sundress smiling wide with two missing front teeth.
Rachel coos at the picture while Quinn looks at Santana and says, "I probably wouldn't have looked her directly in the eyes."
"Whatever I'm still badass Biker Barbie."
Quinn pats her cheeks, "Whatever helps you sleep at night Sanny."
Santana narrows her eyes when Quinn gives her a cocky eyebrow lift. She lets out a low growl and tackles the former blonde to the ground. Rachel steps back unsure of what to do. They roll over until Quinn is on top. She straddles the girl and moves her hands over her head holding both wrists with one hand. Rachel feels a surge of arousal at the unbelievably sexy picture she is seeing. Quinn ghost her unoccupied hand down Santana's side as she tries to buck the slightly stronger girl off of her.
"Get your fat ass off me heifer!" shrieks a near hysterical Santana.
"Tkks. That's not the thing to say too a girl has you at a disadvantage," starting where her father left off.
"Bullshit," Santana laughs. Then with a battle cry similar to Xena she manages to turn them over so she's on top. "Who's at a disadvantage now Quinnie?" the smug Latina teases kneeling in between Quinn's legs.
"Wow San, since we've been off the cheerios you've put on some weight," trying to think of anything besides the beautiful girl between her legs.
"Bitch! Please," struggling to straddle the giggling girl, looking over to where Rachel was standing, "Look at these abs Tiny!" as shakes off Quinn's hold and pulls up her shirt showing off said abs. "Tell me the truth does it look like I gained some weight?"
Rachel just stares licking her dry lips, "Uh… N-n-n-no Santana you seem very fit."
Quinn using the distraction to push Santana off of her, "Please you call those abs," scoff at the scowling girl. She uses that moment to calm herself down. In one movement Quinn is on her feet and lifts up her shirt, "These are abs."
Rachel's eyes bug out unsure of what the hell was happening. All she knows is that she has never been as turned as she is at this moment. Santana jumps up to her feet and playfully slaps Quinn's stomach, "I've seen bigger," showing off her well defined physique.
Quinn pushes her way in front of Santana, "Rachel touch 'em. Mine are better!"
A dazed Rachel reaches out her hand to caress those gorgeous abs. Santana not to be out done grabs Rachel's other hand to bring it to her stomach as well. In a husky voice, "You both feel fine." She lightly touches the muscle stomachs underneath her hands making them quiver.
Quinn moves forward a little and leans over putting hot breathe on the girls ear, "Nuh uh, you have to pick Rae. You have to pick the better one."
Rachel groans softly. Santana leans over as well. Her lips ghosting over ear lobe, "Yeah Rae you have to pick."
Rachel swallows thickly and quickly removes he hands to lift up her own shirt, "Mine are better." As she shows off her own well-formed abs. Two sets of eyes drop down an eye her hungrily. They each lick their lips and move forward. They touch the abs with their fingertips making the tiny diva shiver and bit her lip.
A sudden knock on the door cause the girls to jump back and blush. "Girls come wash up dinner is ready."
They look at each other with dilated pupils. Santana mutters something that sounds like, "Fucking cock blocks."
Rachel stutters out, "W-w-w-well we better wash up." She moves past the girls to open the door and she looks back at them, "Are you coming?"
Quinn thinks, not yet but I'm getting there. She gestures for Santana to move in front of her in an effort to control her arousal. This is nothing like I planned.
What the fuck, thinks Santana. First I'm practically dry humping my oldest friend then I'm trying to feel up Rae.
Oh my god, those two girls are going to be the death of me, she looks back at the girls and smirks. Oh but what a way to go.

Dinner was a surprising laid back affair, Santana and her parents are hilarious Rachel. She doesn't think she laughed so much before in her life. Even when her Daddies were home they didn't have much time for family meals since they were busy being big shot litigators. They rarely found the time to be home at all or come to her any competitions. She wonders what it would mean to have the support that Santana and Quinn must have had growing up.
She also never realized how close the two girls are. She just thought that they were at best frienmies but now she knows that they've known each other since the Lopez family moved here from Puerto Rico when Santana was 4.
The meal was also surprisingly good considering this was their first attempt at vegan, but right now the matriarch of the Lopez family was informing Rachel just why the girls weren't allowed unsupervised in her the kitchen.
"The girls had to be, what Hector 5 or 6?" Her husband nods as they groan into their hands, "They decided that they wanted to surprise us with breakfast in bed."
Quinn interjects, "It was Sanny's idea I was just an innocent bystander at the time."
Lupe laughs and pats her cheek, "Sure mija anyway we were peacefully sleeping after a long overnight shift at the hospital. The boys were out back with Izzy and Carmen was over at a friend's house, well these two thought they were so grown. Quinn put eggs in the microwave whole eggs mind you shell and all and Sanny was trying to make pancakes from scratch like her Abuela."
Rachel laughs, "oh no," covering her mouth. She could just imagine the mess that these two surely made.
"Oh yes but none of that would have been so bad until someone I don't know who they're always blaming the other on this part."
Quinn objects, "San wanted to get the pan hot for the pancakes."
Santana glares at her toss a pea her way, "But someone wanted to cook the bacon."
Rachel covers her mouth again and says, "No way."
"Yes mija they burnt one pan and the other was popping grease everywhere," laughing Lupe continues. "We came running down stairs after the smoke alarm went off and find these two covered from head to toe in flour and they were cowering by the fridge so they wouldn't get popped."
Rachel was laughing so hard by this point she was gasping for breath. She can just imagine the two HBICs standing there holding each other with confused looks on their faces.
"Mami," Santana whines, "I don't see why you have to tell this story every time we have people over."
Quinn agrees, "Yeah Mami we've gotten so much better at cooking you've got to admit to that."
Lupe was left snickering, "I don't know mija I haven't let you in my kitchen unsupervised since, remember?"
The two girls sat back pouting looking similar to the 5 year olds the matriarch was just telling her about. Rachel just wanted to pinch their cheeks.
"Okay Mami enough of our lack of cooking skills, I like to reiterate the fact that we were like 5 and we can just drop it." A pouting Quinn nods in agreement.
"Yeah Mami I had to learn how to cook by defense. I mean daddy made a mean mac n cheese but I can only eat that so many times a week." Quinn paused at the mention of her father noticing for the first time that her pain has lessened somewhat and she wonders if that's a good thing or not. Every day that has gone by the memories has been harder and harder to bring to mind. She knows that one day that it will be impossible to remember the smell of his after shave or the sound of his laugh. She hopes the feeling of safety he brought will be the one thing she never loses.
Santana and Rachel instantly notice the hitch in Quinn's voice. They hear the little waiver in her voice. They move in a single unit to touch her hand, they hope it's enough to stay the pain a little.
Santana's parents watch the children closely. They may by old but they're not dumb. They can see the emotion swimming in the three girls' eyes. They're parents they're supposed to know their children inside out with that being said Lupe has always know her Santi is lesbian. She never had a problem with that. Oh no her problem stands with the girl her daughter chose. Or didn't choose. There was just something about that girl that Lupe never trusted. She also knows as a woman and a wife that you cannot stop the heart from what it wants. So they sit still not disturb the girls in front of them.
The pain in Quinn's chest lessens and she draws a deep breathe. She squeezes both girls' hands in silent thanks. She gives them a tired smile.
Hector clears his throat gentle so not to startle the three girls. He feels so much love for them one is his baby, the other is the daughter of his heart and the newest one. He knows he can come to love her like his own as well. He would do whatever he could to keep the pain from eating them alive. The girls jump at the gentle intrusion; they forgot they weren't alone in this room.
Quinn lifts her eyes to the two people that she always considered to be her other parents. They feel they could choke on the pain the see swirling in those hazel eyes. They feel it's unfair for someone do young to be put through so much. They would like to rage at God but in their faith they know He wouldn't give her what she couldn't handle.
Lupe gets up to take a gentle hold of the girl that has been the child of her heart. Quinn leans on her shoulder and just breaths in her scent. Lupe starts to hum the lullaby she used on all her kids after every nightmare or skinned knee or broken heart. "Have you decided on what to do with the house?"
Quinn nods her head unwilling to lifts herself from the warmth of the embrace, "I'm going to sell the house before the end of the year I think. I have to pack his things though. I just haven't been able to bring myself to do it yet."
Santana in the gentlest voice Rachel has ever heard, "I'll help you pack up your father's things. If you help me pack up Brittany's."
Quinn lifts her head staring into Santana's eyes searching for the truth, "So that's it then? You're not taking her back again?"
Santana shakes her head in sad recognition, "No Q this is it, I've had enough of the games. I can't take anymore."
Rachel says, "I'll help too. I mean, if you want my help. I'll be there to help if you need me to. Not that you need me I meant if you want me too."
The girls chuckle and the parents cast an amused glance as Hector ask, "Does this girl ever pause for a breathe?"
The two HBICs reply at the same time, "Nope!" they look at each other and laugh.
"Haha," Rachel pouts.
"I don't like the thought of you being there alone Quinn. I know 'legally' you're an adult but you're still only 17," says Lupe.
"I agree you should stay here mija. It's not safe for a young lady to be there all by herself," he glances at his daughter. "I know we're not home as much as we would like but at least Santana is not truly alone."
Rachel stares down at the table wondering if her parents ever worry about her. She knows that the girls' parent came to every school competition and home game they could. Her fathers' never found time out of their busy schedule to make it to one but she really doesn't know how they feel.
Santana notices the frowning diva, "Rae? What's wrong sweetie?"
Rachel smiles when she looks up, "Nothing. I'm fine I was just lost in thought."
"What do you're fathers' do again mija?" Lupe had a suspicion of what caused the girl's sad eyes.
Rachel frowns confused, "Oh they're lawyers."
"They must be at the office often," Hector states.
"Yes, they are at the office often. Sometimes they have to travel for their cases."
"Where do you stay when they are out of town," Lupe asks. The girls turn to give her their full attention. They are curious about the answer as well.
Rachel eyes widen and she avoids looking at anyone, "Oh my Nana used to come to stay but recently she has been too ill to travel."
Quinn narrows her eyes, "How recent is recent Rae?"
Rachel swallows, "Um since mid-freshmen year."
Santana jumps in, "And where are they now."
She tries to buy time by taking a sip of her water, "They have a really tough case at the moment. So they're gone more than usual."
"Rachel," that's all it took a single word said with such tenderness and it cause Rachel to drop all her defensive walls.
She sighs, "Seattle. They've been gone since after the funeral," she winches at the mention of Quinn's grief. "They were supposed to return before the beginning of school but like I've said it's a difficult and requires their utmost attention. They probably won't return until the end of September or the beginning of October."
Hector bangs his hand on the table, "It's settled the two of you are moving in. I want no arguments. I don't understand how your fathers could leave you alone for so long," Rachel opens her mouth to protest. Lupe holds her hand up to stop her. She is in complete agreement with her husband. "I'm not trying to say anything bad about them or say that they're unfit. But it is irresponsible to leave a young woman alone for so long."
"Hector and I do leave on hospital business from time to time but we always make sure she's never alone. She either has a friend stay over or one of her siblings stay for a while. Do you see why we are so concerned?"
Rachel just nods unable to find reasons not to stay. She glances at Quinn who's legally an adult and doesn't have to stay. Quinn frowning weighing the options on one hand this has always been her second home and she misses coming home to something other than an empty house. On the other hand the feelings old and new that are starting to come to the surface could pose as a problem. She knows neither Rachel nor Santana are ready to jump into a new relationship. Right now Quinn still has her own grief to deal with. She wishes this happened under different circumstances but nothing she can do about now. So she just nods her consent hoping this doesn't come back and bit her in the ass.
Hector smiles, "Good. Let's finish dinner. We'll discuss sleeping arrangements later."
They finish the rest of the meal quietly each lost in their own thoughts. They wouldn't be too surprised to find how similar their thoughts actually are compared to one the former blonde's earlier.
Rachel knows it's a little soon to be thinking of new relationship. Finn and his betrayals are still so fresh in her mind. For all she knows Quinn or Santana have anything but friendly feelings toward her, but then she thinks about what happened upstairs. Maybe the feels aren't completely one sided. A small satisfied appears on her face.
Santana is by no means over Brittany yet. She knows this but she can't help but feel the warm tingles that go up and down her spine when she thinks of these two girls. She can't help but wonder what would have happened if they hadn't been interrupted. Then she remembers the near kiss on Quinn's lips. Is it wrong to wish that she didn't miss? She knows Quinn has a crush on her, Brittany accused her of having feeling for Quinn so many times and it's not as if she could deny it. Quinn has always had a place buried in her heart and by the looks of things Rachel is slowly digging her way in as well.
Later when all the dishes were done and put away. Santana parents hug the kids goodbye they were on their out to do an overnight shift at the hospital. The girls sat quietly in Santana's room on her bed. Rachel is the first to break the silence, "Are you sure that my moving in won't pose a problem?"
Santana smirks and shakes her head, "No I agree with Papi. You two shouldn't be staying in empty houses. Look at this way you get to keep my fine ass company."
Quinn chuckles and throws a pillow at the girl, "Because that's such a reward."
"Bitch you know it's the truth," throwing the pillow back hitting her in the face.
Rachel laughs as she says, "Well it is getting late and I have to go home."
"Hey you're supposed to be staying her with me," Santana protests.
Quinn cuts in, "True but we have no clothes and our school supplies are at our houses. Plus I think Rachel has to speak to her fathers about her new living arrangements."
"Fine I would say you can borrow some of my clothes but mine doesn't come in midget size or skank," Santana laughs.
Santana let's out an unexpected "oof" when the pillow is slammed in her face. She narrows her eyes at Quinn but she holds up her hands looking innocent. She turns her gaze to Rachel who is looking at her nails nonchalantly with a small smug smile.
"Oh hell no. Hobbit wants me to go all Lima Heights on her midget ass," she lunges at her.
Rachel quick reflexes honed due to years of dance enabled her to move swiftly out of the way. "You know, San seeing as we are here in your very nice house. That is nowhere near Lima Heights, I find it hard to believe that you can go 'Lima Heights' on me as you say," she teases still dodging the Latina.
Santana lets out a playful growl and lunges at the diva again. She heard Quinn laughing in the background. Oh bitch is gonna get it, she thinks as she climbs over the bed and surprises Rachel. Rachel unable to move away fast enough feels two strong arms circle her waist and lifts her up. Rachel lets out a squeal struggling to get out of Santana's firm hold. She tosses her onto the bed none too lightly.
"Santana," a huffy Rachel bounces up from the bed and straightens out her clothes, "That was completely uncalled for."
Santana walks with extra swagger to her movements, "It totes called for when you question my badassness woman."
Quinn snickering, "Yes Rae that's the one thing you must learn if you're going to continue hanging with Ms. Lopez is too never question that she is a BAMF," she taps her on the nose.
"Damn straight Quinnie!" Santana plops herself on the bed and crosses her legs looking very smug. "Okay so you bitches have to head home, but when are you going to move in."
Quinn runs a hand through her head and bites her lip, "I say give me until this weekend. I still need to pack up the house."
Rachel places a hand on her shoulder, "You have help Quinn. You don't have to do it alone," she glances over to Santana who just shrugs.
Quinn places a hand over Rachel's and gives it a squeeze, "Thanks Rae that means a lot." She feels a light kick on her back and looks over to Santana who has a 'what about me' look on her face, "I guess thanks to you too Satan."
"Well I'm free for whenever Q ball. Just give the deets and I'm all yours." If only she thinks with a wishful sigh.
"I have dance class tomorrow but after that I'm free. So say around 6," the girls nod, "well I must go it's getting late. I need ample rest if I'm going to be at my best for tomorrows courses."
The walk to the door was a somber affair for the girls since no one actually wanted the night to end. Santana holds the door open for the girls, "So I guess I'll see you tomorrow before school. I'll be by to pick you guys up say around 7:30?"
Quinn hugs the girl and kisses her temple, "That sounds good S, good night."
Rachel reaches give her a hug too, "Thank you for this. If at any time the living arrangements became an adherence please tell and I'll move out immediately."
Santana pulls back and smirk, "First things first Rae, we're really going to have to work on you using shorter sentences and maybe updating your clothes."
Rachel ducks her head with a small laugh, "Yes I tend to talk a lot especially when I'm nervous or excited."
Quinn cuts in, "Since it always sounds like you swallowed a dictionary Ms. Berry, is it safe to assume that we," pointing to Santana and herself smirking, "make you nervous?" She leans in and whispers in her ear, "Or do we excite you?"
Santana leans her chin on her shoulder ghosting her lips on her neck. Rachel jumps at the unexpected move, "Oh my God you two are such teases!"
The both laugh as the move away and high five each other. Quinn says with that smug eyebrow raised, "You know my motto Rae."
"It's all about the teasing," Santana cuts in.
"Not the pleasing," and they both send her winks.
Rachel blushes a brighter red, "Yes well I must go. I'll see you two tomorrow. Maybe you will behave."
"I doubt it. What about you Q?"
"I make no promises."
Rachel shakes her head smiling and walks to her car. She waves bye to her girls and drives home thinking, yes this year is definitely looking up.
The two best friends stand there laughing as they watch their diva drive away. Quinn gives Santana a final hug before going to her own car, "Hey S?"
"Yeah Q?"
"I really do love you, you know?" before she closes her car door.
Santana gives her a soft smile, "I know I really do love you too Quinn." She watches until Quinn's car turns the corner and closes her door in a quiet thud.
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