Soccer Mom

"Beth, Ethan, Macy, Madison, get a move on it-we are going to be late." 26 year old Quinn Hudson yelled up the stairs of her Victorian era home. She hustled around grabbing soccer cleats and shin guards.

"Shit, it's my day to bring treats." She cursed, a bit louder than she intended, and heard her 4 year old twins giggling from their bedroom at her use of language.

"Ohhh mommy said a bad word. You have to put money in the jar!" 6 year old Ethan said as he ran down the stairs.

"Good one mom." 10 year old Beth said rolling her eyes, as she stomped down the stairs. Quinn sighed, that girl had some attitude lately.

"Mommy, is Daddy coming to my game?" Ethan asked, looking up at her inquisitively.

"He is going to try his best sweetie, you know Saturdays are busy at the shop." Quinn said, rubbing her son's back, as he looked forlorn at the news.

"Get used to it, my Dad is always busy playing at stupid bars and never comes to my things." Beth informed her brother as Quinn winced at the mention of Beth's father, Noah.

"Ok kids, let's not start some crazy argument, let's get in the car." Quinn said, her tone pleading.

"Why can't we argue Mom? That is what you lawyers do." Beth said, giving her a smirk.

"Beth Hudson, don't make me take away something else from you." Quinn retorted and Beth walked away scowling.

"Mommy, mommy, can we bring our coloring books to the game, pretty please?" Madison asked, as Macy bounced up and down excitedly.

"Yes, now get in the van girlies." The two giggled, in their typical cheerful manner as they bounced to the car.

Checking to make sure she had everything, Quinn went to the garage and threw everything into the trunk. She had every intention of being one of those perfect moms, but it was harder than she could ever imagine.

They arrived at the field, right at the nick of time, with Ethan running ahead, the twins bouncing beside her, and Beth dragging her feet behind her.

Quinn wondered if her friend Serena would have brought mimosas to the game-she sure needed one.

They made their way to the field and set up chairs for Quinn and Beth, and a blanket was spread out for the twins. While the little girls started coloring and making daisy chains, Beth put on her headphones and sunglasses.

Quinn didn't remember her own teenage years hitting this early, and had the feeling that she was going to be in for a long, long couple of years.

Her cell phone rang, somewhere in her bag, and she finally found it under some crumpled permission forms.

"Hey. Are you going to make it?" she spoke shortly into the phone, and pressed her lips tightly together. "He asked this morning if you were coming, you better make it up to him." She said shortly and hung up the phone.

Quinn felt tears forming in her eyes, and she brushed them away. She was overwhelmed, tired, and she wasn't in love anymore. She couldn't even recall the last time that she and Finn had made love.

She took a deep breath and looked around the field, through her blurry vision.

She saw her friend Serena approaching with her kids, and gave a small wave. As Serena approached her, she saw there was another woman with her, and Quinn felt her breath catch in her throat.

The woman was petite and stunning, with long, wavy black hair, and sparkling eyes. She was in impeccable shape, and was in designer jeans, boots, an off the shoulder shirt and designer shades and bag.

Quinn was aware that she was gaping and she quickly turned around. She had never gaped at a woman before, actually, the more she thought of it, she had never gaped at all. Her marriage was one of convenience. Even though she had cheated on Finn with Noah, Finn still was loyal to her, and married her to prevent her from being an unwed mother. Her parents preferred her teenage, pregnant bride than the alternative.

Serena approached, and Quinn felt herself trying not to look at the other woman.

"Hey Quinn! This is my sister Santana. Santana this is my Mimosa buddy, Quinn." Serena said and Santana smiled, and took off her sunglasses.

When brown eyes met hazel, Quinn felt herself unable to breathe. She didn't know what this feeling was. Her heart was pounding, her palms were sweating, and she couldn't speak.

"Hey." Santana said simply, and Quinn found herself blushing with that one word. Serena was giving her a peculiar look, as Quinn was normally not speechless.

"Hi." Quinn managed to squeak out. "Um, these are my kids, Beth, Macy and Madison. Ethan is in the game."

"Cool. I'm just here to watch my nephew, Austin." Santana said, while maintaining her gaze with Quinn.

"Quinnie!" an annoying voice rang out, and Quinn and Beth rolled their eyes simultaneously, at the entrance of Judy Fabray. Judy strode over to them, in a dress and heels, of all things to wear to a game.

Serena quickly introduced her sister, and Judy smiled politely, but Quinn saw something flicker in her eyes.

"Please excuse me, I need to borrow Quinn for a quick moment." Judy said pulling on Quinn's arm. Serena and Santana nodded politely.

Judy pulled Quinn over towards the concession stand.

"Sheesh mom, can you lighten your grip?" Quinn asked. Judy took the cue to let go, and Quinn rubbed her arm, wincing.

"Do you know who that girl is?" Judy said looking around in a hushed tone.

"Serena?" Quinn said confused.

"No. Santana." Judy said sharply.

"I just met her—all I know is that she is Serena's younger sister."

"I don't want her around my grandkids."

"What is going on Mom? I don't even know her." Quinn said, her voice rising.

"She is a lesbian and I will not allow that type of behavior around my grandchildren." Judy said firmly and Quinn gaped.

"Wow Mom, you have reached a new low. Just so you know, I am teaching my kids to be open-minded and tolerant. I want them to measure people by their character, not their sexuality, or how they look." Quinn said snapping at her.

"Don't muddle your kid's minds with that liberal garbage." Judy said while Quinn rolled her eyes.

"For your information Mom, I am now a registered Democrat." Quinn said, turning on her heel, while Judy gasped in shock.

Quinn went back over to the game and sat in her seat.

"What did your crazy pants mom want this time?" Serena asked, passing her a thermos.

Quinn took a long sip before answering. "Just to tell me how to raise my kids again." Serena rolled her eyes.

"Did they let it slip that you were playing NPR in the house or something?" Serena asked and Quinn laughed.

"Something like that."

"Santana, I forgot to mention that Quinn is my only friend here in Lima that doesn't have a stick up her ass." Serena said, taking another drink.

"Really? I could sure use a friend like that." Santana said with a wink at Quinn, who felt herself darken several shades, as she reached for the thermos.