Sugar and Spice

Quinn listened to her talk and took a deep breath. She felt so bad that the other went through all this. It sounded like a horrible way to be treated. “I’m sorry, Britt. You don’t deserve that.” She took a deep breath. “I kinda know how it is to be both. You don’t get pregnant in high school without going from popular to unpopular. But that…” She sighed and squeezed her arm. “I”m so sorry. So, so sorry.” How could someone who was supposed to love you be that cruel? Then again, look who she was married to. If you loved someone, why would you cheat on them? She looked into Brittany’s eyes as she said she was scared of one thing and she looked deep into her eyes. She touched the other’s cheek and shook her head. “My marriage has been ruined for years now. That wouldn’t be on you. Or even me.” She sighed. “I want to kiss you too and make love to you and wake up with you. I do. I really do.” She paused before leaning in. “I get if you don’t want to do this. We don’t have. Just know I would like to.”

Brittany nodded her head, trying to pay attention to the words coming from the blonde’s mouth. But it was hard for the girl to focus, all that had been on her mind since arriving at Quinn’s house was the possibility of what could come next. She was listening to her speak, her situation was horrible but it had given her an amazing gift too. “But you have Beth and she’s perfect, just like her mom. I mean, yeah, no one wants to get knocked up in high school and I might not have known you back then but I’m sure you handled the bullies with grace and beauty. You strike me as a take no shit person and I like that.” She stated, grinning softly at her. The gentle touches to her face and body were sending shockwaves through her and she fought the urge to close the distance. But then, it was like the heaven’s opened and the angels started singing. Quinn wanted it too? Perhaps she had been too hasty in her dismissal of the blonde, too quick to assume her marriage was happy? But still, deep down, she had doubts that it would progress past tonight. Still, she couldn’t let this chance pass her by. “No, I... I really want to.” She whispered, finally closing the gap and pressing her lips to Quinn’s. 

She smiled as the woman talked about her mother. She wondered what it would be like to have that close of a relationship with her mother. She couldn’t imagine such a thing. Quinn was alone in her family. Always had been. Her dad spoiled her, but never listened. Her mother resented her. Franny barely acknowledge her. She never had anyone on her side so any relationship that was good with a family member was going to be foreign. Then why did she stick around with Noah to please them? To try to get that good relationship she craved. “That’s sweet. I’m glad you have that.” She said softly. She grinned as the other joined her in the bed and she looked into her eyes as they got close together. “I definitely don’t wear this every night.” She promised. It was usually one of Noah’s shirts and long pajama pants or gowns that were longer. Noah always said she dressed like a grandma in bed and that only started when she started being suspicious about his fidelity to her. And worse when she knew he was cheating. She took a deep breath and touched the other’s cheek. “Do you like it?”

"I don't know if you know what its like to be both popular and unpopular but that was me in high school. My classmates loved me, I was part of the Cheerios, and I had a best friend I adored. And then when I decided I wanted to join a team and be part of something, it was like I became a bee.  On one hand, they love me because I can fly and I poly... um, pollen... anyway, I am quite friendly with flowers but on the other hand, I also sting people so then they hate me. My mom was one of the only people who never judged me, never called me stupid, or mean, was always willing to hear me sing, even if I was bad at it. Santana and I ran that school until I came out and instead of supporting me and admitting how she felt, she hid behind  penis sex and stopped talking to me. And all because she was scared of letting her grandmother down. You know what mine did? She slapped me in the face, told me I was disgusting, and I still wear my bisexual flag proudly. I'm not scared of anything." She said, before shaking her head. "Okay that's not true. I am scared of one thing." The blonde admitted, scooting closer to the other blonde, brushing a strand of hair out of Quinn's face, leaning in to her gentle touch. "I'm scared of ruining your marriage by how much I want you. I don't want to be that girl again. But I can't deny how much I want to kiss you, and make sweet lady love to you, and wake up with you right now."

She listened to the woman and nodded. She couldn’t really say much, could she? She knew Noah was with other women and there she as still with him. She took a deep breath and listened. “I’m sure every Brittany is smart. There’s nothing wrong with throwing away money on things you want. But it’s good you’re taking care of your mom.” She said softly. He heart fluttered a little as she said that Santana wasn’t her girlfriend. She did give her a look, though, and squeezed her hand. “Being alone doesn’t sound worse. She doesn’t want to be out with you and that’s a problem. No one will care. And anyone who does is a jerk. You deserve better and if breaking it off with her and being alone does that, it’s okay. Because you will find someone who treats you how you are meant to be treated.” She stared into her eyes for a moment. She got out of her clothes as well and slipped on the silk, short nightdress before going and watching the other change too. “Definitely better.”

The blonde beamed, the smile that had been on her face all day only grew as the goddess in front of her continued to talk. It was almost funny how quickly Brittany was falling for the other girl and if she wasn't afraid it would ruin the mood, she could even compare it to Rachel and how quickly she fell for Finn. Of course, Brittany didn't have nearly as much drama surrounding hers. No, she just had a husband to fight. Even when her mind was waging war, trying to tell her to leave before things got complicated, her smile never waivered. "She's my best friend. We're so much alike that most people mistake us for sisters." The squeeze to her hand felt safe and reassuring and she didn't let go, no, instead she led the other blonde over to the bed. "I'm ready for cuddles now, beautiful." She whispered, running her fingers through Quinn's hair, letting the soft strands slip through. "Be honest with me right now. Are you wearing that for me or do you dress like this every night?" Her answer would determine a number of factors, namely how soon Brittany could give in to her urge to kiss her. She had been wanting it since their day started and now that they were alone, there was nothing holding them back, right?

For the first time ever, the bedroom actually felt lively. Even with Noah in the room it didn’t feel like that. It was like a couple’s bedroom and she wished Brittany could stay there permanently. That she could just kick her husband out and never see him again. How happy Quinn would be then. It just proved that just because you had money and a picture perfect life that nothing was perfect. Especially when you were forced into it. Quinn listened fully to her tell her story and she reached out to take the other’s hand back. She gave it a squeeze and she smiled at her. “That’s sweet of you to do that for your mom.” And it was. Quinn wouldn’t do a thing for her mom and it was sad. She wasn’t even sure if she would do anything for her father despite how much he spoiled her. “I’m sure she appreciates it greatly.” She nodded at her words and gave her a confused look. “That’s rude of her. It’s your home and as your girlfriend, she should go out there and see it and be supportive.” Her heart jumped as the other kissed her cheek. She wanted to pull her in and kiss her properly. “And you’re always welcome here.” The blonde said softly before just staring into the other’s eyes for a moment. “Let me change and we’ll watch a movie. Do you want something to wear?” She asked as she went over to her dresser and got out a pair of pajamas that were probably a little more sexy than she should wear. She couldn’t remember the last time she actually wore this shorter nightdress to bed, but she wanted to look good for the other.

"Well we didn't expect my dad to run off with another woman and leave her heartbroken so we kind of had to change our plans. Of course by this time, I was expecting to have a mansion with enough rooms to house the entire glee club but being an adult is hard. Between the bills and mom's meds, its hard to live. Of course, daddy left me some money in a trust fund that I've dipped in to but I don't want to be greedy, you know? Old Brittany would have spent it all on cars and makeup, but this new Brittany, she's smarter." She wasn't even sure what she was talking about anymore, the girl loved to ramble, but something told her that Quinn wouldn't mind. She hadn't said anything mean to her since they'd met and she had had plenty of chances. "Oh, um, she's not my girlfriend. I mean not really. I call her that but she's like afraid to be gay or something, I don't know. I called her my girlfriend the other day in public and she got really mad and was like 'well I'm her friend who is a girl.' She wants to be with me but just in private and I don't want to hide. We hook up but she's not girlfriend material. I know I should call it all off, the sex, the cuddles, but then I'd be alone and that's even worse." She admitted, her bottom lip pouting slightly. The kiss to the cheek  had been a spontaneous action but one she'd been wanting to do all day. The urge to turn her head ever so slightly, to meet the other's lips was stronger than she'd ever felt before and she had to back away. "Of course! Cuddles are always better when you're in pajamas!" She added, grabbing the ones she was handed and quickly stepping out of her clothes.

She laughed softly with her and shook her head. “Not a stupid question.” She said to the woman and closed the door. “You make it sound like cutting it short would be bad.” Quinn teased the blonde as they took each other’s hand and she started showing off rooms in her home. It was all definitely more Noah’s and her father’s influence in the house other than Quinn’s. Honestly, it probably looked like somewhere Chuck Bass would call home and she hated that. The only places that weren’t that way was the bedroom and Beth’s room. She got to the bedroom quick and put down the wine they had snatched when they were in the kitchen. She listened to Brittany talk about her home as she took off her shoes and sat on the bed. “A trailer? I didn’t know there were any in New York.” Though, she didn’t go to any neighborhoods in city so she didn’t know everything. “They’re definitely expensive. I couldn’t tell you want this cost, but it was definitely more than I’d actually like to spend.” She admitted with a sigh and patted the bed for her to join her. “I’m sure it’s lovely. And I’d like to see one day. If you’d have me.”

“You’re right, that would be the best idea ever.” She winked, giving the other blonde’s hand a gentle squeeze. This shouldn’t feel so good, it shouldn’t feel like she was seeing her girlfriend’s house for the first time, she shouldn’t be thinking about ways to make it look more feminine. She shouldn’t even be here at all. She was feeling things for the other woman that she had tried not to feel and there was no way it was going to end up where someone didn’t get hurt. She wanted to steal Quinn away from her husband, wanted to be free of Santana’s spell. Why didn’t she deserve happiness? Why did she have to live in a mobile home with her mother while everyone else got the picket fence and porch swing? Shaking her head, Brittany looked over at her and shrugged. “I had an apartment but after mom and dad divorced, and the courts didn’t give her any money, she packed up her RV and moved out here to the RV park in Jersey. And I gave up my apartment to stay with her... I just didn’t want her to be in the big city alone. I was there a few years ago and its scary.” The blonde nodded, looking over at Quinn. “You would? Santana doesn’t even want to drive close to it. Something about the stench of poor people making her sick.” The thought of Quinn meeting her mom made her smile and she leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. “You’re always welcome. We’d love to have you.”

Overlooking the woman standing in her doorway, she was happy to have her there. She could just imagine coming home from work with this beauty waiting for her. Or the other way around. Or coming home together. Ideas played in Quinn’s head and it was already more than she could say she thought about with her and Noah. She knew how things were really there and she hated every time he came home; especially smelling like other woman. “Only every day.” She said back and moving out of the way so the blonde can come further into her home. “Make yourself at home. I can give you a tour, if you’d like. Or we can go straight to the movies.” She gave her options and went deeper in, standing near the living room door. “We can go here or get really comfy and take over the bedroom.”

“That was a stupid question.” She laughed, stepping inside the other woman’s home. Her eyes immediately noticed a lack of femininity... it smelled like testosterone and she found herself crinkling her nose. She didn’t want to say anything to hurt Quinn’s feelings, especially if she was happy with how it looked. “A tour would be great. I can’t promise I won’t cut it short though because the idea of movies and cuddling in bed is very distracting.” Brittany laughed, grabbing her hand as they started walking to the various rooms. The house got homier the further in you went but it still had that air of masculinity and it made her wonder just what kind of relationship she had with her husband. The idea of it being shit made her smile, even though she wasn’t supposed to. “I love it. I live in a trailer with my mom. I’m saving up to buy us a house but they’re like really expensive and I’ll have to wait like five years or something. But its fine because we’re happy and its a really nice trailer.” 

Quinn laughed softly as she looked back at the little girl. “Think it might be too late.” She commented before moving and picking her daughter up to carry her to the car. She grinned as Brittany grabbed her hand and they walked together. To anyone who saw them, they looked like a couple with their daughter have a nice time and that thought alone made Quinn wish it was true. She barely knew her, but she wanted it. Wanted this happiness the blonde was making her feel. She carefully put Beth in the car and got her settled in before looking at Brittany. “See so you soon, okay?” She said and quickly texted the other her address. She smiled and gave her hand a squeeze before getting into her car and driving to the townhouse she shared with Noah, but was spending the night with the other girl in. She parked her car and got the sleeping Beth out before heading up, unlocking her door, and going inside. Quickly, she got Beth into her bed and all tucked away before she headed downstairs just as the bell rang. She grinned and went to the door to open it for Brittany. “Hiya, stranger.”

Brittany's mood instantly lifted at the thought of spending more time with the other blonde. She didn't want to think about what would happen tomorrow when she had to walk away from her forever. She wasn't stupid enough to believe that what she was feeling, the crush she had, would ever become something more. She couldn't let herself think of a scenario where she was happy with Quinn. She couldn't deny however how natural it all felt. How holding her hand, being out in public and no one batting an eyelash, no one calling her names, felt just like she imagined it would. She told Santana that no one cares in New York if you're gay but she still didn't want to be that obvious. She still couldn't admit that they were dating... The fact that Quinn didn't pull her hand away until forced too spoke volumes. "Yes you will." She nodded, resisting the urge to kiss her. It would have been the perfect moment but she had to stop thinking like that. She couldn't let herself become the stereotypical homewrecker... She arrived at Quinn's house about ten minutes after the other one, having had to stop at several lights and some heavy traffic but she made it, her head swimming and palms sweaty as she eagerly rang the doorbell. "Hey yourself gorgeous. Come here often?" She chuckled, stepping inside when the other blonde moved aside.

The blonde didn’t think about what she was doing. She was attracted to the other and wanted her to come over. Wanted her close at all times. She wanted to see if she could get to know the other a little more and maybe, just maybe, kiss her. The thought made her heart race and she nodded at the other’s words. “Of course. And it’s definitely not because I want some leftovers.” She grinned as she started helping put things back into the basket. “I’ll text you my address.” She said and looked at her. “You can follow us home and then I’ll put Beth to bed and we can watch something. Drink wine. Whatever.” She shrugged and her hand brushed over Brittany’s for a moment. She looked into the woman’s eyes and smiled. “Thank you for the picnic. Really.”

Brittany’s heart shouldn’t be thumping wildly, her palms shouldn’t be sweaty at the mere thought of going back to Quinn’s place but it was. And she loved the feeling. She wasn’t ready for the day to be over, wasn’t ready to say goodbye to her because she knew once that occurred, the odds of them running in to one another again was small... New York might be small on a map but in reality it was big with lots of people and she couldn’t actively seek her out, especially not when she was married. Still, the chill that went up her spine wasn’t easy to ignore and she wasn’t going to try. It was time she went after what she wanted, if only for a night. “Sounds like a plan, gorgeous. Let’s go before she decides to just pass out here.” She laughed, her nose wrinkling, trying to hide the fact that he heart was thumping wildly at the mere touch. “You’re welcome. It was my pleasure.” She winked, grabbing her hand to hold as they walked to their cars. 

She wanted nothing more to say aloud how much she didn’t love Noah. The love has been gone for years, but she couldn’t do this to Beth, could she? Yet, there he was going around with woman all the time and her having to pretend she knew nothing. How much she hated having to play the dutiful wife. Quinn finally got Beth to settle and eat and she was glad that they were laughing and enjoying themselves; including her daughter. She could see this happening more and more, but she shouldn’t get her hopes up. “I’m up for anything.” She said as she looked over and saw Beth laying down. “That one looks ready for a nap, though. I should probably get her home.” But she didn’t want to leave the other woman. Not now. “You can come over to our place. Noah won’t be home tonight so it’s just us girls.”

Her relationship with Santana was complicated and something the blonde had a hard time comprehending or even explaining to anyone that didn’t know them. She felt at times that Santana loved her but then when Brittany tried to get serious, she would completely turn around and sleep with someone else and she knew she should leave but no one understood her like Santana. They’d been friends and lovers for so long that it was the normal for them to act like this. Meeting Quinn though, feeling the butterflies she hadn’t felt since high school, was confusing her. She would usually act on the feelings but she couldn’t. The object of her affection was married, had a child, and she might be a lot of things but a homewrecker wasn’t one of them. Still, she couldn’t help but feel like something wasn’t quite right in their marriage and selfishly that made her smile. “Are you sure? I mean, I would love to come over and have a girl’s night but only if you’re doing it sincerely and not just because you want the leftovers.” She laughed, wiping her hands on her pants before making to put things back into the basket. 

The people they love. She hadn’t loved Puck since before Beth was born and was it love then? Or just teenage hope and desire that was mistaken to be love. However, she was starting to feel more for Brittany in the short time they had spoke than she had for Puck in years. That had to mean something, right? “Then it’s a date.” She smiled at her and took a sip of her drink. She could’ve clarified that it was a date with friends. She could’ve said something like that, but no. She meant it. This was going to be a date and one she was determined to make it a great one.

The truth was, she didn’t love Santana and she knew Santana didn’t love her. They were pretending for their own selfish reasons. Santana was scared to be herself and settle down and Brittany was scared of being alone. Santana understood her better than anyone but even she had her limits. They had spent less and less time together since moving to New York and now Santana was some fancy lawyer and had forgotten that she existed most days, only coming around when she got bored with her boyfriend. She had only said what she had because she couldn’t admit that she had already started feeling something for the blonde across from her. “Its a date.” They finished eating, surrounded by the sounds of laughter and conversation and when they had finished, Brittany stuffed everything inside the basket and wiped her hands. “What should we do now, ladies?” 

The idea of the double date came suddenly and all she could do was nod. “Right. Double date.” She took a deep breath. “Or… just us. Just to scope out the place.” She looked back at Brittany. “That is, if you’d like?” She asked and hoped she agreed. She knew they were both in a weird place, but she wanted nothing more than to be alone with the girl before her.

She couldn’t help the small smile that crossed her lips at the other girl’s words. Was she a mind reader? Did she know that going on a double date was the last thing she wanted to do? The more time she spent with the other blonde, the more she found herself liking her, which was a dangerous thing but since when did she care about consequences? When she wanted something, she went after it. But also, they had a kid... it would be selfish of her to tear them apart. “Yeah, yeah that would be awesome! We definitely need to test the food first before bringing the people we love to share a meal.” She said, nodding her head. 

She smiled as she watched Beth play before looking back over at Brittany. “I’ve heard of that place. My mom talks about it all the time. She thinks Noah and I need to go.” Quinn rolled her eyes. There was no fixing how Quinn felt about Noah. She just wasn’t sure if she could divorce him. “I’ve wanted to try it, thought. Maybe we could do it together.” She smirked.

She hoped that Quinn wouldn’t see the disappointment on her face at the mention of her husband. She hadn’t met the guy but she already hated him. How could he have someone so wonderful and treat her like crap? It made no sense but she had to stop thinking about her. The mention of Noah brought her back to reality and she had to get out of her fantasies and be realistic. “I, uh, yeah, that could be fun. I’ll ask Santana and maybe we can double date!” She said, her own voice sounding defeated at the idea. 

Quinn laughed and hugged the girl back. It was definitely surprising, but she liked it. A lot. “I know you’re not. She’ll love it there. And we’ll both get to see you more.” She smiled and licked her lips for a moment before sitting back. “Which place is that?” She asked; already planning to take Brittany somewhere whenever she could. It may have been a bad idea to do so, but the idea was still the strongest thing in her mind.

For a brief moment, Brittany got excited at the idea of seeing the other blonde more, she wasn’t sure that would be possible once her contract with the bride was up. She only hired her for six weeks and once that was over, the beautiful blonde would be gone. But not anymore. She had agreed to let her daughter take her class thus ensuring she would see her. Not that it mattered. She was married. No matter what Brittany was feeling, it would never work. But she would take whatever she could get right now. “Its called Aquavit and its literally 109 dollars a person to eat there. My friends tell me that its worth it but I just can’t bring myself to spend that kind of money, you know?”

“You don’t need to bribe her. She will be there, huh, Beth?” She said and the little girl nodded excitedly before going off to play. She watched as Brittany pulled out the food she got for them and smiled. “Well, it’s lovely and looks amazing.” She grinned. “You definitely know the best places for food.”

Brittany beamed when Quinn agreed to let her daughter join her dance school and she couldn’t help but let out a squeal, arms wrapping around the girl excitedly. “You won’t regret it, I promise. I am nothing like that Abby woman. She’s hateful and rude and mean and she gives all of us bad names.” She nodded, opening up several of the containers and laying them out. “Well I love food so I’ve pretty much eaten everywhere around here. There is one place I’ve yet to try but its like really expensive so I need to save a lot of money first. I just hope its worth it.” 

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The nickname was a surprise, but brought a smile to her face. A big smile. “It’s good to see you too.” She told her and looked down at Beth as Brittany leaned down and handed her the bear. The little girl took it instantly and gave it a big hug. “Thank you.” She said in her little voice and ran to the blanket to start playing with it. Quinn followed them and sat down herself, fixing her dress. “Thank you for giving her that. She’ll probably take it with her everywhere.” She laughed softly and looked over at her daughter. “And I’ll give you an update on what she decides to name it if she doesn’t do that before we leave.” She commented as she looked back over at the beautiful blonde. “So, what did you bring?”

“Well that was the whole point. That way when she looks at it, she’ll remember me. It might also be a bribe to get her to join my dance class.” She smirked, her nose crinkling as she sat down. She watched as Beth ran a few feet away to play with another kid adn she looked up at the blonde. She didn’t know why her pulse quickened when she smiled, especially given that she was currently “on” in her relationship with Santana, but somehow, being here with Quinn, enjoying her company was better than anything she and her girlfriend had been doing lately. She rummaged through the basket and pulled out each item, telling the blonde what it was. “Well here are some tuna fish sandwiches, ham and turkey sliders, guacamole dip with pita chips, various fruits and veggies, and some homemade sugar cookies for dessert.”