I dish it out, but can you handle it?

@doublelifetana

Santana Lopez but you all know me as Snixx and if you don't watch Snixx Dish, then you seriously need to question your life choices. New York's favourite and top bitch dishing out the honest truth to those who can't stomach it. Married to my highschool sweetheart and if that's not cliche enough for you, I'm in love with a killer blonde. Damn good at what I do and even better at who I am. I'm living the dream, but whose dream is it?

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Working Weekend

bareitallq:

Quinn smiled gently as Santana spoke. It was nice to hear. “Sólo desearía que no hubiera terminado.” She said quietly. “We wouldn’t be considering the what ifs.” They were in dangerous territory, as two married women in the public eye. Sure, unless a member of the paparazzi spoke Spanish they were relatively safe, but their actions and spoken English were borderline, at best.

At the hand taking hers, Quinn sighed. Looking up at the other woman, she sighed. “That would be lovely, honestly.” She removed her hand from Santana’s and flagged down their waiter. Who would leave and return with their bill and to-go containers.

As soon as they got back to the hotel, Quinn was quick to change, getting into something far more comfortable and settling into bed with her leftovers. Her pain had flared on the walk back and she was doing her best to get comfortable. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, considering she always wanted to eat.

Hearing those words just made Santana want to kick herself even harder for not having had the balls the next morning to go after the woman sat opposite her, “No eres el único, hermoso, créeme, no eres el único.” It seemed her life was just full of almosts when it came to Quinn, even now, they were almost something but it wasn’t something they could be open about, it was a secret, something no one could ever know, not unless they wanted to hurt the people they were currently married to and endure a media shitstorm.

The Latina was honestly relieved when Quinn agreed to her suggestion, this whole pretending to be less than what they were was unbearable at the best of times but when it was during those rare moments that were meant to be exclusively theirs, it was insufferable.

Back in the safety of their room, Santana was thankful to kick off her shoes and get changed into something far more comfortable, boy shorts and a tank were just made for relaxing with your love as far as she was concerned. She was about to grab her container of food and join Quinn on the bed but she knew the blonde too well, she knew the daily mask she wore to cover the pain she was in, the problem was, it fooled Sam, it fooled pretty much all the people they worked with, but it didn’t fool Santana. She walked over to the bed and risked her life as she took the food in front of Quinn away. “Off,” she instructed, pointing at the blondes top half, “on your front.”

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Working Weekend

bareitallq:

Quinn rolled her eyes as Santana spoke. “I would happily go back to that time, change how it all turned out.” The words fell from her lips and she sighed. It wasn’t something a married woman should be admitting to, particularly in public, to another married woman, but the reality was, she spoke the truth. Quinn relived that night over and over, always regretting the ending, letting Santana walk out the next morning.

As the Latina spoke, Quinn sighed, eyes falling to the plate in front of her. There was no use fighting it. Santana was a stubborn as she was, and when she made up her mind about something, that was it. When Santana spoke again, Quinn shook her head “Sorry.” Her apology was whispered and she wasn’t really sure how to stop. Her brain was a force to be reckoned with, espeically when it got negative, and while Quinn wasn’t entirely sure how it’d gotten there, she especially wasn’t sure how to get it out.

Santana regretted her words, she had not meant to cause the blonde to feel regret. “For what it’s worth, I’m glad that night happened,” she admitted, “even if I was an idiot for not going after you and telling you it was not a fling. I got you all to myself and not because of some bitchy plan but because you wanted it, you wanted me and that...” she offered a smile, “nothing will ever compare to that.”

The apology hurt, Quinn had nothing to apologise for and she didn’t give a shit about being seen in public, not when the woman she loved was like this. She reached across the table and took Quinn’s hand in her own, “Hey, do you wanna get what’s left of dinner to go? We can hang out in the room, put a movie on, finish dinner there? No stress,” she suggested softly.

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Quinn simply shrugged as Santana spoke. “I suppose.” It wasn’t that Santana was wrong, because she wasn’t. It just didn’t stop the way Quinn’s brain worked. Logically, it wasn’t her fault because you can’t force a person to change, but maybe it was her fault for thinking he’d do so, even a little. She couldn’t help but smile as Santana explained her reasoning. “I agree with you there. Though, there are certainly days when I miss who I was back then. Or I at least miss the pink hair everything else is questionable at best.”

Quinn sighed, shaking her head. “That’S sweet of you, really, but I’m used to it. Does it suck? Yes. But I’ve been living like this for years now, I’m lucky I have any use of my lower body at all.” It was true. She was one of the lucky ones, not everyone was. Artie certainly hadn’t been. While she tried to ignore that fact, it always came up when she was in enough pain, it was part of her coping with it. At least she still had use of her lower body, even despite the pain. Better one issue than both. “Yeah, sure.” Her switch back to English wasn’t necessarily on purposes, but she just didn’t have the energy to continue the conversation. It reminded her of conversation with her husband and while she knew Santana was different she wasn’t in the mood to find out how, not right then.

Santana let out a short laugh, high school was definitely something she would not be in a hurry to relive, that much was for sure but even she had to admit that there had been some moments that had been worthwhile. “I wouldn’t go back to those years, not for anything. The only thing I’d go back for happened after graduation. I’d happily relive the moments where you told me in public that I was ‘killing it’ in my dress or that you’d never slow danced with a girl before and that you liked it,” she smiled fondly at the memory. It was simpler because back then they were single, for one brief night she got to taste what it was like to have Quinn all to herself and that was something she would relive a thousand times over if she could.

“I get that you’ve accepted this as your lot in life, Luce,” the Latina said, sadness tinting her voice before determination crept in, “but I won’t ever accept that because I know you deserve more. I’ll keep looking for other options for you.” Santana meant every word she said, she refused to give up when it came to Quinn, she was the one thing in her life she would never give up on if she was honest. “Hey,” Santana frowned, picking up on something off, “I’m not entirely sure where your brain just wondered off to but it needs to stop. We’re here together, ok? No badness allowed.”

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Quinn couldn’t help the way she snorted a bit at Santana’s statement. “I’m sure you do.” She rolled her eyes a bit. “I mean, considering I’m the one who married him, it technically is my fault, but it is what it is.” She shrugged a bit. Her husband was a good guy, he really was, but he was boring to her. “So, why do you like it better?”

She sighed. “It’s not that kind of stress, San.” She gave a sad smile. “Its the pain, nothing much can be done about that, thus nothing much can be done about the stress.” She shrugged a little. While Quinn was always stressed, in one way or another, the pain didn’t help. Usually, it just made her stress more, since she was constantly on edge. At Santana’s words she just sighed, shaking her head a little. “Sólo estoy diciendo un hecho.“

“Ok,” Santana had to concede, “you did marry him, but he’s the one that refuses to broaden his horizons and that is definitely not your fault because I’ve seen you try many times over the years.” It was true, there had been times when they’d gone out as couples and Santana had watched silently as Sam nitpicked over the menu for not having normal food and Brittany complaining that she couldn’t order because she didn’t know how to say the name of the dishes. “I like it better because it’s with you,” she smiled, “Breadstix will always be high school and we’re not those people. This,” she smiled, “this is us. This who we are now. This is no one but us and that’s why I love it more.”

The Latina’s features were marred with a frown, “I hate that you’re in so much pain, Luce...I’m not giving up though, you realise that, right? I’m going to find something that actually helps you.” It was true and it was something she worked on during her free time, she was always researching other possible pain treatments or new developments in treating spinal injuries, she was dangerously close to asking a doctor onto the show just because it’d be a way of getting Quinn talking to them. “Solo veremos sobre eso,” Santana replied confidently as she reached for her glass of wine.

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Quinn rolled her eyes. “Only when my husband is involved, or my mother. Someone far whiter in the taste buds than I am,” she retorted with a smirk. Quinn rarely got Santana’s cooking, but Maribel Lopez often made sure Quinn got her fill, which made her rather happy. Though, she really did need to invite Santana over to cook, since she usually had the ingredients in her own kitchen, and knew what to get if she didn’t. Even if inviting the Latina over to cook meant their spouses would be involved. “Oh, really now? That’s rather high praise, coming from you.” She giggled a bit as she continued to eat.

“It’s comfort food. I don’t eat it all that often.” It was true. Ever since Beth she viewed bacon as a comforting thing. If she was stressed or in pain, bacon helped. Bacon fixed everything, usually. She quirked an eyebrow, shrugging a bit at her lover’s question. “ No me opongo. Es improbable que me duerma de todas formas.”

“Awww, what’s wrong, Q? All offended by me pointing out that you’re white?” Santana teased, “Don’t worry, I know your true tastebuds, it’s not your fault that your husband is whiter than bread and thinks that salt and pepper count as adding a little spice to his food.” Sometimes she really did feel sorry for Quinn, not just because the woman was her lover, but because the woman really was married to the blandest moron out there and she couldn’t imagine anything more disheartening. Sure, her wife wasn’t exactly thrilling on the intellectual front but at least the dumb blonde had the occasional moment that could surprise the Latina, even if it wasn’t necessarily in a good way. “Really. It might be, you haven’t asked me why I like this place better,” she pointed out with a knowing smile.

“I know, but right now, you should be stress free,” Santana commented gently, “it’s just us, Luce, no work, no one around to screw anything up. Now’s the time you should be relaxing.” Santana hated the way Quinn carried the weight of the world around with her no matter where she went, the blonde was a worrier and despite her best efforts, Santana was clueless as to how to get the woman she was in love with to just completely let go. Santana returned with a raised eyebrow of her own, “¿Es eso un desafío? Para cuando termine contigo, hermosa, lucharás por mantener los ojos abiertos.“

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Working Weekend

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Quinn chuckled a bit as Santana spoke, shaking her head. “But about my choice of food?” She countered playfully. “It’s the closest comparison, even if this place is miles above.” Quinn shrugged a bit, taking a sip of her wine. Laughing came easy with Santana and it was very rarely just a way to not be mean. Her husband had a lot of bad jokes that were hard to e entertain and her laugh was often forced and fake. With Santana it was free and real, and so was she. The way it was supposed to be.

Santana’s next statement had the blonde almost snorting. “I don’t know, could go either way. There’s pasta with bacon involved.” She replied with a smirk, shrugging a bit. “Why, have a problem?”

Santana shrugged, “Your choice of food can be a bit white sometimes,” she teased, “but I’d say between me and Mami, we’ve done a pretty good job at making sure it’s not all white.” Santana rarely cooked the food she loved, the food she grew up on, mostly because it confused Brittany and because if Brittany happened to be the one grocery shopping the woman usually came back with the wrong ingredients. It was far easier for Santana to eat whatever she wanted when she had a big enough lunch break and she had never really had the time to really cook a meal for Quinn, not the way she wanted to. “You know, I think I like this place better than Stix,” she mused as though lost in thought.

“You and your damn bacon,” the Latina rolled her eyes, there were few things about the blonde she was in love with that were the same as the girl she went to high school with, but bacon had remained a consistent theme. “Only if you keep making noises like that,” Santana replied before tilting her, quirking her eyebrow and adding, “a menos que su plan sea pasar el resto de la noche de espaldas?”

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Working Weekend

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Quinn nodded a bit as Santana spoke. “It’s all yours.” She wasn’t going to get her hopes up, just yet. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Santana to figure it out, but she had a feeling it might be too much to pull together anytime soon, unless they did go between Christmas and New Years. Which, while it’d be an interesting time and would get her away from her mother, she couldn’t imagine how they’d pull it off.

Quinn smirked as their food was delivered. “Are you saying you doubted me before?” She feigned offense with a laugh. Taking a bite of her pasta she couldn’t help the slight moan that escaped her lips. It was better than she’d anticipated and it made her just that much happier.

The Latina knew that her lover had doubts, understandably so, but she was determined to make this happen, one way or another. Not because it would mean time away together, but because Quinn truly did deserve to be allowed to relax fully and that wasn’t going to happen with Sam and Brittany in the same state, quite possibly even the same country, or if Quinn had access to devices that connected her to the outside world and the people they worked with. No, Quinn needed a chance to relax. A place where there were no husband and wife they were sneaking around, no work constantly demanding attention, a place where she wouldn’t have to put on a brave face every time she was hurting.

Santana held up a finger with a slight smirk, “First off, I’ve had my moments over the years and secondly, you were the one that initially compared this place to my Stix.” She really did try to finish as though she was being serious but she couldn’t stop herself from laughing, it was so much easier around Quinn to let out her silly side, she felt more like herself whenever it was just her and Quinn. She felt free. “Do you think we can make it through dinner without you making noises like that?” she half-teased before trying her own food and giving a nod of approval.

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Working Weekend

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Quinn shrugged a bit, a small smile playing on her face. “I’m not underestimating anything, but I’m not getting my hopes up either.” She knew that Santana had her ways, especially when it came to getting what she wanted. However, she also knew that pulling off what Santana wanted to would take a lot of lying and planning. Especially since Quinn’s schedule included a lot more than just her stuff for Snixx Dish. The only really time she could see involved the New Year and she wasn’t sure how she could pull off the lie to her husband. He knew she didn’t usually work between Christmas and New Years, since she always wanted to be at home.

The look on Santana’s face was one that Quinn knew well. It often crossed the Latina’s face when they spoke of high school, or when Quinn got deep into a song, or even the Glee Club for together for something. It was remembering simpler times, when a man with an addiction to sweater vests and questionable morals brought together a ragtag group of teenagers and turned them into a family, with an unholy record of dating within itself. “Maybe you should.” Quinn knew how much Santana loved hearing her sing and it happened so rarely these days, unless they were with others at karaoke or something. It’d been even longer since she’d picked up a guitar, though she did learn how to play over the years.

Santana nodded in understanding, pulling something like this off would take a lot more work than usual. Getting away for an occasional weekend was one thing, but the lying involved in getting away for anything that could remotely resemble a vacation would be much harder. Sure, Sam and Brittany weren’t exactly the brightest sparks but even they would realise that an extended period of time away would be classed as vacation time and would question why it wasn’t being spent with them. First though, she would have to convince the network that adding a new segment, even if it was a one-off, was a genius and refreshing idea and they’d be fools not to do it. “Leave it with me, ok? I’ll figure it all out,” she promised.

“Maybe I should,” she reiterated a brief moment before their food was brought to their table. “If this tastes as good as it looks, I do believe you’ve done it again,” she lightly teased, “I’ll never doubt your ability for booking the unknown little gems.”

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Working Weekend

bareitallq:

Quinn sighed, shaking her head. “Don’t go making suggestions like that if you aren’t going to make them happen.” There was a level of seriousness in Quinn’s voice that Santana would understand. Despite the fact that it was mostly teasing, Quinn really did mean it. She knew she needed a break, one she didn’t plan. She followed suit with her own glass of wine. “Aquí para nosotros.” She almost sang the line, clinking their glasses before taking a sip, a content smile crossing her face.

Santana’s brow knitted in a frown, “What makes you think I’m not going to make it happen? You of all people should know better than to underestimate what I’m capable of.” It was true, Santana had more than her fair share of ways of making things happen when she wanted to, she wouldn’t be sharing a weekend away with Quinn right now if she didn’t and her brain was already formulating a plan to orchestrate a way for them to both have holiday time and pass it off as a new segment for the shoe to stop it from going stale. A nostalgic look crossed her features, recalling the days they would sing and dance together in Glee club, and if she was honest, she actually missed it or perhaps she missed what she now considered to be simpler times or that it was prior to her making a naive decision that still affected her life to this day. “Maybe I should teach you the whole song,” she mused, knowing full well that the blonde opposite her knew she loved listening to her sing.

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Working Weekend

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Quinn laughed. “Oh? I thought you preferred me cocky?” She teased, a smile on her lips. Her maiden name was something that came and went. Legally, her last name was hyphenated, for the sake of her work, but usually got cut one way of the other. In a professional sense she often left off Evans, but in her personal life it tended to be Fabray that everyone neglected. Santana was one of the few people in her personal life that never used Evans. Some part of her knew it was because they were together and using Evans acknowledged that Quinn was going home to someone who wasn’t Santana. She smiled a bit at the comment, before sighing. “It happens. Granted, I’m usually in so much pain I can’t get out of bed.” She sighed a bit, knowing what Santana meant. Quinn wasn’t someone who relaxed. She was constantly on the go, constantly working. Santana knew this better than anyone. She knew the way Quinn got and she also knew that Sam didn’t. That she was usually the only reason Quinn slowed down. “I know what you mean, though.” She sighed.

Santana shrugged, there really was no coming back from that comment, they both knew that she loved that Quinn could keep up with her on pretty much every level, including cockiness, “There’s a lot about you I prefer,” she finally replied, it was honesty in it’s purest form and only the woman sat opposite her would get the true depth of its meaning. “Spending all day in bed because you’re in pain, is not relaxing,” the Latina pointed out. “I was actually thinking more along the lines of a business trip in a remote location where I confiscate your phone and any other devices you’ve smuggled into your suitcase and cut you off from everyone that’s trying to demand your attention so you can give yourself some attention.” Her words paused as the bottle of wine was brought over to their table and their glasses were filled, she thanked their waiter before continuing, “If there happens to be a beach and glorious sun involved, then so be it.” Santana lifted her glass and inclined it towards Quinn as she uttered softly, “Para estos momentos cuando lleguemos a ser quienes realmente somos.”

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Working Weekend

bareitallq:

Quinn chuckled a bit. “Oh please, you love it.” She rolled her eyes. This was why they were friends, they could transfer from one conversation to another just as easily as they switched languages. “Yep. Breakfast and then massages, then some free time before lunch, followed by a selection of things I can’t remember the exact details for.” She shrugged a bit. Quinn planned for everything, it was both an upside and a downside, to her life.

Plump lips turned in a playful smirk, “Don’t get so cocky, Fabray.” It didn’t matter how long Quinn and Sam had been married, she still referred to the woman by her maiden name and she probably always would for as long as she lived, besides, calling Quinn ‘Evans’ was just a slap in the face that at the end of their weekend the blonde would go back to Sam, much like she would go back to her wife. Santana shook her head in fond amusement and muttered, “Esa es mi chica,” before continuing “you know, one of these days I’m going to find a way to keep your ass in bed all day and just relax and do nothing.” She truly loved everything about Quinn, but sometimes it worried her the amount of time the blonde didn’t spend relaxing, their ‘working weekends’ away together were the closest to Quinn taking it easy that Santana had ever managed to get when it came to the woman relaxing.

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Working Weekend

bareitallq:

Quinn smiled and gave her order, sitting back in her chair. She watched the way Santana studied her, smirking ever so slightly. The words spoken only for her to hear had her smiling and trying not to blush. “Podría decir lo mismo de ti.” She replied, wishing that she didn’t have to be so quiet, that she had to keep her hands to herself.

Santana shook her head, a content smile on face as she replied, “Now that’s cheating.” She was well aware of the irony to her words but she honestly didn’t care because Quinn knew her better than pretty much anyone, with maybe the exception of her Mami and even then there things the older Lopez woman didn’t know that the blonde did. “Do we have any plans in the morning?” she asked, knowing full well that Quinn liked to plan ahead whenever she could.

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Quinn nodded a bit, rather in the mood to splurge, because this was Santana and they didn’t get to do this near often enough. She smiled as the waiter finally approached. She ordered the wine. “I’m ready to order. Santana?” She figured it might be easier to let Santana decide if they were waiting to order or not. Just because she had known what she wanted beforehand.

Santana nodded that she was ready, and placed her order, waiting for Quinn to place hers before ordering them a bottle of white wine to share, it was time for them to unwind and just enjoy each others company in the most couple-like way they could when in public. Studying the blondes features a soft smile played across her lips as she uttered just loud enough for only Quinn to hear, “eres tan hermosa, mija.”

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Quinn felt the hand on her lower back and all but melted into the touch. She chuckled a bit at her lover’s words. “I mean, you could totally do it, but you’d have to be careful with your words and what fun is that?” She muttered back with a smile. She knew the way the Latina got and if Santana caused a scene things that could not be taken back would likely be said. Neither of them needed that kind of publicity and really, the tabloids had enough gossip when it came to affairs that if they even so much as caught a whiff of possible, they’d be all over it and it’d be trending within the hour. Which neither woman wanted, nor needed.

She rolled her eyes as they were led to their table, thanking Santana softly as she was helped to her seat. Quinn looked over the menu briefly, more for show than anything. She was a creature of habit and when she was hurting, even more so. Bacon was that one food that made Quinn feel secure. It had started when she craved it with Beth and had become a staple in her realm of comfort foods. She didn’t eat it often, but when she did, it was usually because she needed that comfort. This particular restaurant had an amazing chicken and bacon carbonara, so Quinn honestly knew what she wanted before they’d even walked through the door.

Before the waiter arrived to ask their drink order, she set the menu down and turned her attention to Santana. “We want to split a bottle of white wine?” Normally, Quinn wasn’t a wine drinker, mostly because it had been both her parent’s drink of choice and she’d seen Russell wine drunk and angry more times than she cared to admit, but every once in a while she would drink white, usually with Santana. It was one of those things that was a very Santana-centric thing, a matter of trust more than anything. Sure, Sam could get her to drink but he didn’t drink wine so it wasn’t really an issue, though she had to admit he had a shit taste in beer.

“True, there’s also the part where you don’t like it so much when I watch what I’m saying,” Santana pointed out before muttering, “inútiles malditos idiotas...” under her breath so low that she’d be surprised if even Quinn heard her. They always had to be careful when out in public, all their actions had to be explainable as that of moments shared between old friends because if anyone were to suspect that something more were going on between them, then they’d be royally fucked because the tabloids would have a field day with it and tabloids just happened to be one of the few things her wife actually tried to read.

Once upon a time the Latina was shocked whenever Quinn suggested they shared a bottle of wine, she knew that it wasn’t the woman’s favourite thing in the world and she completely understood why, she herself had witnessed the blondes parents drunk on the stuff more than once when she’d gone over to the Fabray’s house during high school, back when they wore the same uniform. She learnt that Quinn felt safe to drink it around Santana and to have Santana drink it around her, it was something that the Latina appreciated deeply because it was a whole level of trust that Quinn did not afford to many people. “Wine sounds good,” Santana smiled as she placed her menu down having decided to order the chicken and mushroom tagiatelle, “you ready to order or shall we get the wine first to give a little more time to decide?”

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Quinn giggled a bit and went about tying her boots, watching Santana move about the room before standing up. She grabbed her purse and adjusted her dress a bit. “Then let’s head out, shall we?” She moved over to Santana and kissed her gently on the cheek before moving past her and out the door.

The walk to the restaurant wasn’t bad, though part of Quinn wished she’d worn leggings. As they waited to be called on, having arrived somewhat early, Quinn rocked back and forth on her feet. The pain was starting to return but she still had a bit of time before she could take more medication so she was trying whatever she could to keep her back from tensing up on her.

Santana quite enjoyed the walk to the restaurant, it was refreshing after the drive and their nap, although she’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel the chill in the air. Not only that but the Latina was not in the slightest bit oblivious to Quinn’s ways, unlike the blondes idiot husband, and knew that the woman was trying to do what she could to stave off the cold from tensing the muscles in her back. Without even thinking about being seen in public together, the Latina placed her hand firmly in the centre of Quinn’s lower back, and move it in small circular motions to try and keep the warmth where it was needed.

“They’re so lucky I care more about getting time with you without drawing attention to ourselves right now or I’d be kicking up a fuss for making us wait,” the Latina grumbled, “I don’t care if we’re early.” Their were many things that Santana was, but out of all of those she was mostly fiercely protective of the ones she loved and she couldn’t stand the thought of Quinn in pain. As someone came to lead them to their table, she muttered an annoyed, “Finally” under her breath before helping Quinn to her seat and taking her a seat of her own.

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Quinn rested her head against Santana’s after the kiss, just trying to keep herself together. “Thank you, love. I love you too and they can, can’t they?” She smiled a little, leaning in for another kiss, casually slipping her boot on, thankful they weren’t the hardest things to get on, even when she wasn’t looking. “We almost ready?”

“They really can,” Santana reiterated, feeling a small amount of relief at the little smile forming on her lovers lips. “We’d get ready a lot faster if you stopped distracting me with kisses,” she teased as she pulled back and went to go grab her purse, stopping in front of the mirror on the dressed to touch up her lipstick. “I’m ready when you are, Lucy Q,” she smiled over her shoulder.

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Quinn snorted slightly at Santana’s comment about Franny keeping her legs shut. It was interesting, the ways in which Santana’s own dislike of her family, mirrored her own. Not that it was hard to hate Russell or be annoyed with Franny, but the two really were on the same page. Sam was at least in the same chapter, but he was more than a few pages behind, at least when it came to Franny.

At Santana’s words, Quinn ducked her head. She couldn’t bring herself to look at the other woman, knowing full well Santana was right. “I know, San, I know. I don’t even know why I said it. I mean, I thought it, but that’s a semi-normal occurrence most days.” She shrugged. “It’s just worse when everyone but you seems to forget I’m my own person.”

Santana reached forward and gently lifted Quinn’s chin so she could capture rose lips in a loving kiss. “I see you, Lucy Q,” she uttered softly, her lips barely a few millimetres from the blondes, “and I love the person you are, even when you have your doubts about what you’re worth. If they can’t see who you are, the incredible woman you’ve become then I’m sorry but they can go fuck themselves.”

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