LbN: Starting my next long fic! Intro chapter here; you'll find out details to their past along the way. Happy reading!
When you come back down
If you land on your feet
I hope you find a way to make it back to me….
Santana woke to the smell of meat and smiled. She shimmied into a hoodie and sweats and walked to the kitchen, where Rachel was cooking breakfast. Quietly, she hugged her wife from behind and dropped a kiss to her shoulder. "You're going to spoil us…all this meat cooking you've been doing lately."
Rachel laughed. "Don't get used to it. Last week was a dinner party and today's Beth's birthday. This is special occasion sausage."
"Giggity."
"Santana!"
The older woman laughed and began collecting the plates to set the table.
"I can't believe she's ten," Rachel said with a sigh.
"I know. Seems like just yesterday the little shit was puking up on Shelby and kicking you in the shins."
"Santana!" Rachel yelped, flicking a mushroom at her. "Don't call our princess a little shit."
"I meant it in an affectionate way. And I'm right. She's got a temper like her mother, crazy ambition like her mom, your vocabulary, and my violent streak. God help us when she hits puberty."
Rolling her eyes, Rachel served up breakfast.
"I'll get the juice and everything," Santana said, stealing a pepper from the pan.
"I'm going to get Beth up."
Rachel pushed on the door to Beth's room, smiling at all of the posters of actresses and boy bands. She knelt next to the bed and ran a hand through Beth's long blonde hair. "Beth? It's time to wake up."
"Mmdmkjfsfi…."
"Wake up, birthday girl, or you won't have time for breakfast and presents before school."
At this, the tiny blonde head rose a couple of inches off the pillow. Beth peeked at her from behind her mane of hair. "Breakfast?"
"You're just like Santana. Mention food and you come running. Yes, breakfast. Let's move it, kiddo!"
Beth scrambled out of bed and took Rachel's hand, dragging her over to the closet. "What should I wear today? I'm partial to the pink, but I like the rocker chic outfit Santana bought me last week."
Rachel rolled her eyes. Kid definitely did have her vocabulary. "Why don't you wear that one since Santana just got it for you? You can wear the pink dress to dinner with the family tonight."
"Okay. Will you do my hair in the bow?"
"Absolutely. It's a good thing you go to an art school—you'd never be able to get away with purple highlights sculpted into a bow at public school."
"I thought Miss Tina had purple in school," Beth said.
"She did…but that was a…uh…special situation," Rachel told her, trying not to laugh at the memory of Tina the Vampire. "Hurry and get dressed while I get the stuff to do your hair."
The doorbell rang as Santana sat Beth's presents on the table by her plate. "I got it!" she called.
"Thanks! We're having a hair situation!"
Chuckling to herself, Santana slid down the hall, hopping over Cato, their chocolate lab. She opened the door, and her mouth dropped open.
"Santana."
"Santana?" Rachel called. "Who is it?"
"…Quinn?"