Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters. I'm strictly borrowing them in order to bring life to my own little world.

"So Rachel, what's your response to rumours going 'round about your wife cheating on you with up-and-coming rapper Jason Key?"

"WHAT?"

Santana sunk back into the couch, physically cringing as Quinn yelled furiously at the TV.

"Cheating? CHEATING?" the blonde bellowed, "How the hell would I cheat? I'm seven months pregnant! And who the hell is Jason Key?"

The Latina quickly shook her head in the negative, eyes widening when those piercing hazel eyes turned to her for a split second before returning to the screen.

I knew watching this was a bad idea, she thought, silently praying that her girlfriend would come rescue her.

"Well my wife hates rap, so I'm guessing the chances of Jason winning her over are rather slim."

Quinn appeared to relax at Rachel's reply and Santana breathed out in relief.

She should've turned off the TV.

"You seem awfully sure about that. Doesn't your wife have a history of promiscuity?"

"WHAT?"

That screech actually hurt.

Santana watched as Rachel drummed her fingers over her leg before bawling her hand into a fist. She was still smiling, but anyone who knew the girl could tell it was no longer genuine.

A professional through and through, that's our Rachel.

"I can assure you that if I had doubts, Quinn wouldn't be my wife."

"Who the hell does he think he is?" Quinn yelled, touched by her wife's reply, but still outraged with the host, "I ought to call the studio up and sue that asshole. Who the hell gives him the right to bring up my past like that?"

"Calm down Q, you're overre–"

Santana knew not to finish that sentence when Quinn's glare was directed at her and she sheepishly chuckled, wishing the couch would swallow her whole.

When the doorbell rang signaling Brittany's arrival, the Latina was up in a flash, rushing towards the door like her life depended on it.

Quinn's HBIC's scowl had always been scary enough, add to that pregnancy hormones and even Santana knew better than to cross her.