Santana's Cousin | Quinn Fabray

"Plan set on motion"

Y/N's pov:

Silence, awkawrd silence fills the room when Quinn stops talking. I sit on a chair to try to process better the information, it's not helping that certain hazel eyes are following me with every movement that I make. My head is fill with questions but the one that stands out the most is, why tell me after ignoring me after a month? "Because even though I've been nothing but a bitch to you, you're still the person that I trust more in this world" she quietly states, "Did I ask that out loud?" Quinn only nods, too afraid to say anything more in fear of me exploding. "You know, there's nothing to worry about, like I would be such a hypocrite if I wouldn't accept you, so why are you so nervous?" my answer is almost whispered, it wouldn't be heard if we weren't alone in the classroom.

She stiffens at my question before tears start rolling down her cheeks. Pushing my anger aside, I stand and walk towards her, wrap my arms around her small waist and holding her close to my chest while stroking her hair an action that always calms her down. "Is because of your parents, isn't it? You're afraid that they aren't going to accept you and even worse kick you out of your house" like she has done all this time she nods. We spend a few more minutes like that until she finally calms down and the tears have stopped.

"So... any girl you want to tell me about?" My voice goes to a playful, mostly teasing tone to turn the atmosphere lighter.

"Well, there is this girl that I've had my eyes on her for some time" she mumbles, I hear my heart break, I try not to show it instead a smile the best I can.

"And who might this be?" I wiggle my eyebrows; she quietly laughs and then her face turns into a serious expression again. "Well, I want to keep it a secret for a little bit longer, it's not that I don't trust you it's just that I'm new to all this and I just want to get more comfortable with myself and –" "Hey, I understand, don't worry, but when you have the guts to tell her, I demand to be the first one to know, kay?" she nods and giggles softly and my heart melts at that sound. Quinn steps closer and brings me into a hug and for once in a month there's nothing worrying me, no undying love or friends ignoring friends, just her and I wrapped into each other's arms.

After a few minutes we break apart, instantly I miss the warmth that surrounded me in the hug, we both decide to get to glee.

I walk towards my seat next to Rachel, mouthing a 'talk to you later' to Santana on my way there and Quinn goes directly to Sam

Quinn's pov:

Sam looks at me expectedly as I sat down "Did you tell her?" "Yes" I pray to God that he believes it but it seems that he notices my nervous expression, he sighs and then asks, "What exactly did you tell her?" Fuck "Emm... Well, you know that thing that we talk about" I don't look him in the eyes knowing what face he is making "Quinn..." "I tried okay, but it's not easy if it were, I would be kissing her right now, okay? Also don't look at me like that you too don't have the balls to tell Mercedes about you know what" I harshly whisper at Sam. The same night that I confessed my feeling towards Y/N to him he returned the favor by telling me about he's not so little crush on the one and only Mercedes Jones, I feel guilty about using it against him but he needs to understand that it's not that easy.

He seems to get the idea and backs off, the rest of glee goes uneventful, Rachel being her annoying self, which Y/N seems to love and Mercedes and Kurt fighting over the few solos that are not for Rachel, Santana throwing her insults here and there and the rest of the club dying of boredom while I drown in my own jealousy when I see the interactions between Y/N and Berry.

I'm so lost in my thoughts that I don't notice glee has finished before I feel someone whisper in my ear "Possessive much?" My head snaps to my right, my eyes meet the view of the Latina with a smirk "Fuck you, S" she laughs and waits for Britt to finish collecting her things before leaving the choir room as well.

Now I'm alone with my thoughts, specifically jealousy thoughts, I don't like Y/N spending so much time with Rachel Berry, if I hadn't been an asshole to her maybe she wouldn't have befriended Rachel freaking Berry. Ugh why is this happening to me?

Jealousy turns into anger when I see Rachel being so touchy with the Y/H/C beauty, and her not even protesting, I spin around not able to watch the scene without slapping Rachel in the face and make my way to Cheerios practice when I'll let all my anger out on the freshmen Cheerios, poor girls.

Y/N's pov:

"Do you think she believed it?" Rachel nervously asks "Oh, she was going to throw a tantrum, believe me, Fabgay doesn't know what it's coming" The diva jumps when my cousin appears behind her. "I really appreciate what you're doing Rach, even though we all know of your relationship with Q" she brushes off my comment "Don't worry I'll do anything to make you happy" I look at her in the eyes, not believing her, but I see honesty and... love? Oh shit. This is not good.