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QUINN'S POV

"Hey trafficker! Is it true your mom is a dyke?" I was walking down the halls when I saw a member of the football team shoving Marcos. I stopped at the end of the hallway, without them seeing me, and looked at them. "Hanna, she dumped you because you're like your mom right? You're a fucking gay too!" The stalker and his buddies laugh. How stupid they are. "Shame. You're dating grouper mouth I'm sure."

"Hey stop talking shit man." Sam nudges him.

"Oh look how cute that is. He's defending his boyfriend."

"Shut the fuck up. Marcos and I are buddies!" The son of my latina did not say anything. However, he always defended himself against the football team. And then shit, the realization just hit me. How did it happen? Why are there rumors like that? And what does Marcos have that he does not defend himself? Yesterday, Santana and I had a great day at our walk. But it's true that afterwards we didn't talk anymore. Nor this morning. I sent her a message earlier but I guess she's still sleeping, it's only nine in the morning.

"Go do your gay stuff elsewhere. We don't want you here." Says another team member.

"And that's for you to decide?" I say as I walk toward them. "It doesn't matter if a student is homosexual or not, everyone is accepted here. It's called tolerance. Do you have a problem with that?" I ask them and no one speaks anymore. All the members of the team and Marcos were looking at the ground while Sam was angry and looked at the captain. The school bell rings and they all hurry to leave except Sam. "Marcos." I call out to him and he turns around. Looking at me without emotion. To be honest, I've always found this boy strange but I know he keeps a lot of things inside him. I would like to help him but he is a teenager and they are the hardest to deal with. "Don't let them talk to you like that. Just because they have muscles doesn't mean they're manly."

"Thank you Ms. Fabray. But we could have defended ourselves. Now it will be worse..." He said as he left for his class followed by his friend who gave me a smile of thanks. What will be worse? Until three months ago, he was throwing food fights in the canteen.

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I finished work about twenty minutes ago and asked Santana to come to my apartment but she did not answer me.

Q: Good morning pretty girl, did you sleep well? 😘
[8:12am]

Q: Would you like to meet? I'd like to talk to you about Marcos.
[10:03am]

Q: Don't tell me you are still sleeping haha I tired you so much with my kisses yesterday? 😘
[1:19pm]

Q: I miss you so much, do you want to come to my place when I finish work? I want to see you so bad 😣
[1:51pm]

Q: Are you okay..? Did I do something wrong..?😢
[2:47pm]

Why doesn't she answer me? I hope she is well. What could I have done to her that she wouldn't answer me? I decide to call her and after two rings, she picks up but no sound is produced on the phone.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hello Quinn Fabray." Says a man. Who is he? She didn't change her phone number, did she?

"Who are you?" I asked.

"It's a shame you don't know me. I know exactly who you are." This guy scares me.

"Is this a joke? Marcos, is that you?"

"My son is not at home." Don't tell me that... "You want to talk to my wife, right?" Shit. That's her husband.

"Yes, um. I'm calling your wife because I would like to talk to her about your son, Marcos." I lie. I just want him to give the phone to San and hear her beautiful voice. Why does he talk to me like that? I really hope he didn't find out anything about her and me...

"Oh, he's my son too so you can tell me about it. So, what's going on with Marcos at school?"

"Hum..." Oh no. Quick Quinn, say something. "He hum-"

"I have an idea. Can we meet? Talk about it face to face? It's much better than over the phone, don't you think?" He offers.

"This is a good idea. I'll look in my calendar and get you a date."

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That evening, I proposed an appointment for the next day. Santana still hasn't spoken to me. Her husband really scares me, and when I saw Marcos looking depressed, I wonder if he did something to them. Anyway, here I am in my office, waiting for him to come. I really hope Santana comes because just being on the phone freaks me out so imagine being in my office with him...

KNOCK KNOCK

I get up and open the door.

"Good morning Mr. Puckerman." I say, shaking his hand. "Didn't your wife come?"

"No. She had plans." He says as he sits down. I was disappointed, but I did my best not to show it to him.

"Good." I pulled out Marcos' file and sat down across from him. "For starters, your son has made a lot of effort since the beginning of the year..." I looked up at him and saw him staring at me. My chest, more precisely. Shit, who does he think he is? "But we're not going to talk about grades because that's not my job." His persistent look bothers me. What the hell is wrong with him? "Um sir, my eyes are higher."

"Sorry." He sighs. "It's just that I feel like my wife doesn't want me anymore. Like she's seeing someone else..." I swallow hard. Why is he telling me this? I don't care about his life, thankfully San doesn't want you anymore. You are never home. I'll always be there for her, unlike you. "But the truth is... I'm seeing someone else too. I mean... What I mean is that I like someone very much." He stands up slowly. What is he doing? "But I'm afraid she won't want me." He stood behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I'm stunned. I don't even dare to move. "Then I asked about her life. About her past, her family. Everything there is to know you know?" He pushes my hair to the side so that my neck is free and he caresses it with his fingers. He brings his mouth close to my ear. "I watched her from afar and then up close." He puts his lips on my neck. No...

"S-Stop." I pull my face back but his hands encircle my neck. Is this it? Is this the end?