Santana's Cousin | Quinn Fabray

"I'm ready"

Quinn's pov:

While I'm getting ready for dinner with Y/N's family and mine I can't ignore my heart beating loudly. It's been 4 months since Y/N and I started dating and I know that's not a lot of time, our relationship is not even 6 months long but I can't help but feel that this relationship is going to last long, hopefully forever.

Thinking about my girlfriend I remember the conversation that I had with Santana a few days ago.

Santana and I are alone in my car, waiting for Y/n and Brittany to walk out of the school. My fingers tap against the steering wheel, it has been almost a month and a half since the fight between me and Y/N and lately I have been thinking about it, what if I come out? Would it be that bad? In one hand, the pressure of hiding would go away and I could be more relax in my house and in school but in the other hand the possibility of my parent's reaction being a bad one, scares the hell out of me.

I could sense Santana's eyes on me while I thought about my possibilities. "What's up with you?" Santana's question doesn't surprise me, actually, I was expecting her to say something earlier because I know how observant she can be when she wants to.

"Just thinking" I shrug making it seem like it wasn't a big deal, but as always, she doesn't believe a word that comes out of my mouth, her eyebrow raises and I know there's no way I'm getting out of this car without telling her my thoughts.

"Don't lie to me, what's on your mind?" her gaze softens as well as her voice, I debate with myself but I decide to tell her. "I was thinking about the fight with Y/N" Santana frowns in confusion "What about it?" "The reason of the fight..." There's a few seconds where Santana stays silent, trying to understand what I've just said, I suppose "...So, you want to come out? Is that what you're telling me?" "No or yes, maybe... I don't know, I'm just thinking how everything would be easier if I came out, you know" she nods and places one hand in my arm to comfort me "Both of us know this is your decision to make but it wouldn't be such a bad idea to come out and I know that is frightening for you because of your parents but you always forget that if things go wrong there are many people that will help you and support you, you are not alone in this" in the middle of her speech her hand squeezes my shoulder, a small, almost invisible, smile appears on my face due to Santana's words, a lot of people may think that she's just a bitch but I'm lucky enough to know that's not true.

I am unable to reply since Y/N opens the door and gets in the car.

Just as I go back to the present my mom knocks on my door telling me to get out. A thought rushes in my mind just after I exit my bedroom.

Maybe you should tell her.

Y/N's pov:

My dad asks if I could stop bouncing my leg for the fifth time in 15 minutes, giving me a confused look while he does it. I don't pay a lot of attention to him; too preoccupied thinking how are Quinn and I going to interact knowing that her parents are watching us and knowing that Quinn isn't ready to take that big step and come out.

The doorbell rings and my nerves seem to increase as my mom approaches and opens the door showing the blonde cheerleader and her family. After hugs were given and greetings were made, both families sit on the couch talking and laughing, well the adults do, Quinn and I glance to each other every five minutes, but nothing is said.

TIME SKIP

It's been about 2 hours since the Fabray family arrived, my beautiful girlfriend and I haven't got a moment to talk alone, well that was until she drags me by the arm into the kitchen, without saying anything might I add.

"What the hell?" I whisper loudly at her while I rub my arm.

"Hi" she smiles adorably and I can't find it in myself to stay mad at her.

"Hi babe, you know I love talking to you but why did you bring me in here?" I ask.

She mumbles something under her breath and my heart stops.

Quinn's pov:

I don't know what came into me to drag Y/N into the kitchen, maybe it was the need of stealing one little kiss or the desperation to talk to her even just for five minutes.

"What the hell?" she says as she rubs her arm a small, involuntary pout forms in her lips.

"Hi" My response is short and sarcastic, not wanting to explain to her why I brought her here because if I am being honest, I don't really know myself.

"Hi babe, you know I love talking to you but why did you bring me in here?" my heart skips a beat, but not like in those romantic scenes, it skips a beat because there's no doubt this is the moment I should tell her what I've been thinking for the last few weeks, but perhaps I am not ready like I thought I was. However I decide to answer.

"I want to come out"