Anchor Me || Quinntana
Santana wasn’t sure if the woman in her arms had forgotten or simply chose to ignore the space they were in, the flow of people around them as the pair stood still lost in their bubble. The brunette narrowed her eyes playfully, her gaze leveled with Quinn’s. "Are you trying to sweet talk me, Fabray?” She questioned, her lips curved upwards and her voice still low. Santana bit her lip, her sight flickering down to Quinn’s own before they rerouted back to a pair of hazel ones. The expression Santana’s features wore softened and a faint blush tinted her cheeks. “I love you too, babe.”
And then Quinn spoke again, about her meeting Frannie. As the blonde’s girlfriend and not just as her friend. Santana hadn’t really anticipated it, the emotion that coursed through her at that - at being introduced without all of the smoke and mirrors of an illusion. “Uh okay,” Santana murmured, Quinn’s hand interlocking with one of her own. The brow that lifted and the expression that donned Santana’s face were immediate reactions with a quip of a ‘Really, Fran?’ lying in wait on her tongue. She wasn’t nervous at meeting someone that she’d known for years, grown up alongside with, who’d helped her with a few things as she aged. Santana was more curious as to what her reaction to the discovery of the truth about her and Quinn relationship would be. If it wasn’t pretty, she knew that her following reaction wouldn’t be as well. Quinn’s state about all of this matter more than anything.
“Hey, Fran. Remember me? Could’ve sworn I just saw you before work today but you know… for the sake of things.” Santana said, giving a light tilted nod of her head. “Hi. I’m dating your sister.” She lightly squeezed Quinn’s hand back before her thumb moved in slow circles on the limb in her hold. Santana’s brow raised again as Frannie stammered, her mind and her mouth trying to catch up laggeredly to the reality before her. At the comment of Frannie understanding 'so much more now’, Santana’s gaze on the other Fabray turned into one of suspicious curiosity. And she wondered just what in the hell did Frannie realize all of a sudden.
Quinn could feel her palms growing sweaty and her heart rate increasing as she awaited Frannie’s reaction to the fact that she and Santana were much more than just friends. This was the first step, telling Fran, but if she didn’t take it well, if she told her parents before Quinn was able to on her own terms, she could and would lose them all in one fell swoop. That couldn’t happen, and the thought was simply terrifying to her, to say the least. Her saying that she understood had her curious. Quinn could literally watch her sister put two and two together. It was written on her face that she was going through all the times that she had seen something that was a little too friendly, or the fact that they’d been in separable since high school, and were two women beautiful women that never seemingly dated anyone else.
Frannie finally started to speak, and Quinn was thankful because she was about to keel over. “Two grown women, living together, never dating anyone. Going on trips together, spending as much time as you two did together, I wondered, and I suspected, but when Quinny never told me, I figured I was wrong. How long have you been dating my sister?” she asked Santana. Quinn’s own eyes went to Santana then because the question wasn’t addressed to her.
“Fran, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…I was…I didn’t know how to tell you, and I wasn’t ready to tell mom and dad. I don’t…I don’t know how they’ll take it, but I hope that you can forgive me for keeping it a secret?” Quinn asked her voice small, looking down at her shoes. Her sister smiled. “Quinny, of course I can forgive you. We’re sisters! You can tell me anything and I won’t love you any less. You honestly could have told me you murdered someone and I would have asked for the weapon the hide it.” She chuckled. “So…mom and dad?” Quinn asked wondering how her parents would take the news. Frannie’s brows rose as did her shoulders in a shrug. She honestly didn’t know how they’d take it. “I don’t know. When you’re ready, you’ll just have to plunge right in.” Quinn plastered a smile on her face looking at her girlfriend, she let out a sigh of relieve then, moving to wrap her arms around the woman’s small frame. She’d been wanting to do that all night. “This is disgusting,” Frannie joked, frowning. “All this time those sleep overs?” she looked at Santana for confirmation, but wasn’t sure she truly wanted it.
