AN's: Hello there. Unfortunately for me, if this story sucks I can't use the beginners excuse. I have written many Fabrevans stories, but when I left the Glee fandom after the end of S3, I decided to delete everything. However, Quinntana has always been my crackship since s2, so while writing Sam and Quinn, I amused myself and I wrote the ocasional story of them, but never published so I decided to share it with you now, simply because we need more Quinntana fics.
I hope you enjoy this little story, and please do tell me what you think. Constructive Criticism is most welcome.
The Promise
Running down the stairs as quickly as she could the young girl tried not to trip over her own two feet. Reaching the living room her eyes went wide. There by the fireplace was the most beautiful Christmas tree she had ever seen. Dozens of nicely wrapped packages were lying around the tree and the stockings on the fireplace were filled with small presents as well.
Her eyes were glowing with happiness as she looked over the room, admiring the way the fire enlightened the gold and blue ornaments on the tree.
When she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder she turned dark brown eyes up to stare into a pair of eyes just like her own. The man and the woman were smiling down at her lovingly, one hand holding the others gently in it's grasp.
"Mom, dad." She whispered almost like it was forbidden to say those words out loud. Slowly a small smile crept onto the young girl face and she felt a strange feeling of warmth and love flow through her. She hadn't felt like this for so long…
"Hey Lopez! Wake up!"
Santana's eyes snapped open and she had to look around the room before she knew again where she was. Sighing she fell back onto her pillows. Only a dream... again. Her eyes searched the room for any signs that this was the dream and her family would be waiting for her to wake up in a better world.
When a fluffy white pillow hit her square in the face all her hopes were gone. Groaning she took the pillow in her hands and looked at it. The cloth was worn and old, being sewed together at several places. She stared at it for several seconds before a voice ripped her from her trancelike state.
"You finally awake, Santana?"
"Yes, no thanks to you, Kitty." She grumbled while throwing back the pillow to it's owner; a blonde haired girl with sparkling blue eyes.
"Get up now, or we'll get problems." She looked at the dark haired girl with a look of disgust "wouldn't be the first time we get into trouble because of you."
Turning her eyes at the other girl Santana jumped up from the bed and lunged forward punching the girl in the face, who landed on the floor with a loud thud moments later. Touching her bleeding lip the girl looked up at Santana angrily.
"If it weren't Christmas today, you'd be in a lot of trouble, Lopez."
Santana shook her head and glared back at the other girl. "Without your so called friends you are nothing. All they can do is hurt others… some friends they are."
"At least I have friends." Kitty snarled before leaving the room angrily.
Shutting her eyes tightly Santana bit down the sobs she knew would escape if she didn't control herself. Opening her eyes again she looked out of the dirty window. Snow was covering the trees and the world seemed to be in a deep slumber. How she wished she could just do that too, while a lonely tear rolled down her cheek.
She slowly dragged herself down the shabby wooden stairs of the Orphanage, dreading the moment she would enter the great hall, where the Christmas tree was placed every year. She knew what sight would greet her: all the children running around happily unwrapping self-made gifts from their friends; and her? she would just sit there looking round for her gift, and like the years before she wouldn't receive one, well except for the grey pullover they all got every year from the Orphanage. Kitty had been right, she had no friends, but she honestly didn't know why. The other children just seemed to avoid her, no one daring to come too close to her.
They always whispered to each other when she entered a room. Maybe they didn't like her because of this sad look she always wore on her face -at least that's what Mrs. Harris, the housekeeper had once told her. She really tried to look cheerful, but whenever someone wanted to befriend her, Kitty and her gang destroyed everything by telling the newcomer absurd stories about Santana. The sad thing was they believed them. So over the three years she had been in the Orphanage, Santana hadn't succeeded in making a single friend. Slowly she started to think that it was really her fault.
Another thing that hurt even more than Kitty's teasing was that, although a lot of potential parents had been there, had seemed interested in her but in the end they didn't take her home. And every day Santana started to doubt herself more and more, believing that she would never find true friends or a home...
While the other children were happily looking at each other's presents Santana frowned and strode back up to her room. Well, you couldn't exactly call it her room, since she had to share it with Kitty and her gang of three other girls. Although it was sometimes hell she had gotten used to their constant bickering.
Grabbing her clothes Santana got dressed as quickly as she could. Pushing the new grey pullover over her head hurriedly, she glanced around cautiously and after taking a look at the corridor and making sure nobody was there either, she grabbed her worn gloves and climbed out of the window into the nearby tree and down to the earth. Once on solid ground again she looked around the corner carefully, hoping no one was outside. Thanking the heavens that the way was clear she made a mad dash for the Orphanage door.
Once there she sneaked through the half opened metal door and into freedom… at least for the next few hours. She had tried more than once to just run away but they had always caught her and had brought her back. The headmaster of the Orphanage Mrs. Carter was a very friendly woman, which was her luck or she would have been punished worse than just having to wash the dishes for three weeks.
Since then she had been forbidden to leave the Orphanage grounds and the doors were usually guarded by Mr. Harris, the housekeeper's husband; but obviously nobody expected her to flee on Christmas or Mr. Harris preferred sitting in his warm living room instead of spending the day outside in the cold. She had gotten used to not getting outside this prison, as she liked to refer to it. In fact she found a secluded area of the gardens with an old barn were she would spend her afternoons reading or just thinking.
Looking down the empty street she ran towards her destination; the park. She loved being there, looking at the people, envying the children who so carelessly went along the small paths holding their parent's hands. But most of all she loved the lake in the middle of the park. It was surrounded by tall trees and in the winter it froze over and some people went ice skating. How she would have loved to go skating too, but she didn't have any ice-skates nor the money to burrow a pair.
Once she reached her destination, Santana stopped at the entrance to take a deep breath. She had run so fast she barely could breathe taking deep gulps of air she strolled into the snow covered park. Not many people were there but that didn't surprise her, it was Christmas after all. All the children would be now unwrapping their Christmas presents she was sure.
Slowly she walked towards the lake which was empty and calm at the moment and sat down on a bench so she could overview the scenery. Never had the lake seemed so serene to her like it did that Christmas morning.
Totally engrossed in the feeling of calm and peace she was startled when she suddenly felt something tug at her shoe. Looking down her eyes widened as she saw a small golden retriever puppy sitting by her right shoe, happily munching on her shoelaces.
Raising one eyebrow Santana inspected the animal more closely and the puppy seemed to do the same with her, turning small button like brown orbs towards her. A small smile crept onto the girls face as the puppy started to jump up and down, inviting the child to play with him.
Santana brought a shaky hand to the puppy's head gently stroking it's ears. The little dog closed it's eyes and leaned in closer, obviously enjoying the attention. After a few moments though it turned away and jumped up and down in the snow again and Santana finally gave in and sat down on the ground in front of the puppy.
"I really ask myself where you came from, little one."
Her answer was a high bark from the baby dog. Five minutes later you could find the two chasing around the area, the young girl trying to catch the dog and both slipping on the snow from time to time. In the end they both landed next to each other both covered with snow, making a funny picture for everyone who went by. Santana gently ruffled the puppy fur and hugged the little animal close to her. Never had she had such a good time!
"Archie! Archie, where are you?!"
Santana looked up startled by the calling voice. There at the railing of the lake stood a girl, she was younger tan her, maybe 2 years she guessed, with tears streaming down her red cheeks, a look of total distress on her face, but what fascinated Santana was the girl's eyes… at first glance she thought they were brown, but looking more carefully she noticed that the girl's eyes were green, but not the green some children of the Orphanage had, these were a color she in her short life never had seen before.
Santana didn't know why but somehow it bothered her to see the girl cry, as if she wasn't supposed to ever be sad. When the girl suddenly looked towards her Santana blushed and looked down; the next thing she heard was a loud squeal and soft foot steps in the snow running in her direction.
Before Santana could do anything the little puppy freed himself of the girl's embrace and ran towards the younger girl. Santana looked up startled and watched in horror as the girl picked up the puppy and hugged it tightly... all of a sudden the girl didn't seems so cute anymore to Santana.
"Oh, Archie! I've found you! Don't ever run away from me again, okay?" she hugged the small dog close to her before planting a small kiss on it's nose.
Disappointed Santana got to her feet and trudged towards the entrance doors, when all of a sudden a small hand grabbed her. She whirled around only to be greeted by those eyes again, still brimmed with tears. The girl looked up at her sweetly, a small smile playing on her lips.
"Archie wanted to run after you, so I guess you found him."
Santana just nodded at the girl dumbly. A soft giggle escaped the blonde's lips as she held up the puppy which playfully licked Santana's face.
"He wants too say thank you… and me too." The girl almost whispered, happy tears running down her face, the smile never leaving her lips.
Santana couldn't help but smile back.
"Can't you stay a little longer, or do your parents wait for you?" Santana gulped upon hearing that question, so innocently asked by a small golden angel.
"I don't have any parents." Santana stated coldly.
She could hear the girl inhaling sharply and Santana expected her to leave, when she felt a soft hand on her own and suddenly sparkling green eyes looked up into her own darker ones.
"Well, then that means you can still play with us a little. I'm Quinn." She exclaimed cheerfully extending her hand.
Santana took it flabbergasted and shook it gently."And you are?" Quinn tilted her head to the side waiting for her answer expectantly.
"Ahm... I'm San-Santana." She stuttered, still holding Quinn's hand tightly in hers.
"Well then... come on! Let's go to the swings!" and with that she took off bouncing towards the swings. Santana stood rooted to the spot watching this little bundle of energy with wondering eyes. Never in her life had she seen someone like her. When Quinn turned around and saw Santana still where she had left her she pouted and waved wanting her to follow her. Santana didn't know why but that cute little pout on her face made strange things to her and she simply couldn't resist and ran towards Quinn.
"So…where do you live Santana?" Quinn asked her head tilted to the left so she could better look at her
"The Orphanage." was her short reply.
Quinn looked at her puzzled. "What's an Orphan...?"
"An Orphanage?"
She nodded, her beautiful eyes fixed upon Santana's face with interest.
"Well... it's a place where children without parents or any other relatives live." Santana tried to explain.
Quinn studied her gloved hands for a moment before answering, "That's sad."
"Yes it is." Santana sighed, hanging her head.
"Tell me about your friends there." Quinn tried to change the subject but her eyes went wide when she saw Santana hang her head even more, her chin now firmly pressed against her chest as she answered her.
"I don't have any..."
Not able to believe that this nice girl didn't have any friends the words "Why not?" burst out of her mouth before she could stop them. Biting her lip a moment later she chided herself for being so curious, hadn't her father only told her the day before that she shouldn't ask such questions? But since she couldn't take them back now she looked up at Santana expectantly, who was now gazing out at the frozen lake, her eyebrows knit together in thought how to answer her.
Santana finally sighed loudly and let her gaze meet hers before speaking, "Because I'm not a very likeable person…always reading, secluding myself from the others."
"I like you." The words shot out of her mouth so quickly without thought that Quinn blinked in surprise herself. She had known this girl for merely a few minutes and yet she knew that those words were true... she liked her and she felt that what she needed most now was a friend, and that she would gladly offer herself.
Santana's eyes turned to look at her and that bright smile that lit up Quinn's face made her grin as well; "I like you too Quinn."
"Quinn! There you are!" a concerned male voice shouted in their direction.
The little blonde turned around startled to see her father walking towards her. Jumping down to the ground she straightened up and ran towards her father who picked her up and whirled her around until she started to shake from her endless giggling. Santana had to look away, not able to bear such a happy sight... she just didn't feel like seeing what she would never have.
After she had been set on the floor again Quinn took her father's arm and pointed towards Santana who sat there on the swing looking miserably. Mr. Fabray looked at the girl and then back at his daughter who tugged impatiently on his hand. She leaned towards him and he kneeled down as she whispered something into his ear. His eyes widened before a small smile crept onto his face as he looked back down at his little girl and nodded.
Smiling brilliantly Quinn ran back to Santana, surprising the poor girl by tackling her and giving her a big bear hug.
Quinn picked up the puppy who had been happily munching on one of Santana's discarded gloves and put it gently into the girls arms. Santana looked back at her with wide, puzzled eyes as she didn't understand what she wanted her to do.
"You can have Archie..." she started "if you promise you'll take good care of him!."
Santana's mouth hung wide open as she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"What?...Why?..." she stuttered.
"Because you have no one to love you... to be with you... someone you can talk to." Quinn told her softly.
"but I can't... I mean he's yours. You love him, don't you?"
Quinn nodded silently."Yes, I love him… but I know he likes you, and you like him. He'll always be a good friend to you. I don't want you to be lonely, Santana."
"Quinn..." she managed to choke out as tears were rapidly running down her face. Never had someone done something so sweet for her.
The little blonde girl looked back at her father who nodded signalling her it was time to go. "I have to go now."
Santana hugged the little puppy closer to her and nodded. "Will I see you again?" she asked quietly.
"Sure you will! I'm always in the park on Mondays, Wednesdays and the weekends! My mom takes me." She beamed.
Santana grinned back at her. "I'll try to be there."
"Good!" Quinn turned around to leave when she once more looked at her with those cheerful orbs.
"Say, Santana, can you ice skate?"
"No... you?"
Quinn shook her head " No, but we could learn it together."
"I'd like that."
Quinn flashed her one last dazzling smile before she ran towards her father and they took off. Santana stood there for a long time until they were out of sight; then she looked down at her new friend and smiled. "So, Archie, let's go home."
For once in her life she didn't return to the Orphanage with a heavy heart but a feeling of light-headedness and happiness. She silently crept into the gardens and carefully made her way into the secluded area. There she placed the puppy in the barn and told him to stay quiet and that she would be back after dinner to stay with him for the little animal seemed to be quite content with this and curled up on a fluffy pillow, falling asleep immediately. Santana smiled down at her new found friend.
"If I had any friend to tell this, they surely wouldn't believe me." She whispered to the winds while she made her way back to the house quickly.
The next day she stood at the railing of the lake expectantly, waiting for this little sunshine named Quinn to arrive. She said she was always there on weekends and it was Sunday... she had to come!... but she didn't.
Sad and very disappointed Santana picked up her little friend and marched back towards the Orphanage. She went to the park every Monday, Wednesday and on the weekends, but Quinn was never there... except for that one time.
Archie was running around her feet with a small wooden ball in his mouth and Santana tried to keep her balance when she saw a small golden angel sitting on a bench by the lake. Santana slowly walked closer and as she was about to touch her shoulder she heard a soft sob escape her lips.
"Why are you crying Quinn?"
Quinn's head snapped up and she looked at Santana with wide opened eyes, before a small smile started to form on her pink lips.
"I'm very sad, Santana.." she almost whispered "my daddy told me we will move away from here."
Santana gulped nervously, the only friend she had ever had... although she didn't know her that well- would soon move away… and that would leave her alone again.
Santana looked down at Archie who looked back up at her expectantly waiting for Santana to play with him. What would happen to Archie? Would she want him back? As if she could read her mind Quinn said "You have to take good care of Archie, for me, promise?"
"Promise." Santana answered with tear filled eyes.
Quinn slowly got up from the bench and hugged the older girl tightly. "I hope I'll see you again one day."
"I hope so too. You know we planned to go ice skating together."
Smiling a sad smile Quinn nodded before running off without another word.
"Quinn! Wait!" Quinn stopped immediately turning her head to look at Santana."Where are you going?"
"New York!" those were the last words Santana heard from her little golden angel who had brought so much light into her miserable life.
How she had managed to hide Archie from the headmaster and the other children for 8 years was a riddle to the now quite beautiful teenager as she cast one last look at the old shabby building which had been her home for the last ten years.
Now, at the age of 18 Santana was free to leave and live her own life. That they didn't have to tell her twice! Some of the other kids had practically begged her to stay, very much to the dismay of Kitty who had glared at her darkly from her place in the corner of the great hall.
"Come on Archie, let's go find a new home for us." And with that she left everything she had known behind to finally start a life of her own. She had been informed that she had inherited some money from her parents she now had access to, and the first thing she did was buying a train ticket headed for New York.
"Now would you look at this, boy?" She ruffled Archie's head affectionately while kneeling beside him and looking up at the big buildings. "This city's amazing!. Let's go to our new apartment." The dog grabbed it's old and worn teddy bear and ran by Santana's side as they headed for their apartment building at the end of the street.
Furnishing the apartment had been more exhausting than she had anticipated and after a week of carrying everything she needed, Santana flopped down on her large dark black couch and stared out of the balcony doors admiring the wonderful sunset.
"Archie... this is life.." And as if to agree Archie barked cheerfully jumping onto Santana's lap who laughed cheerfully.
The next two years Santana had been tried to find a girl named Quinn but had to find out that first, there were too many girls named Quinn running around New York, second, she didn't know her last name and third, that she didn't even know where to start. So she decided she would let fate play it's role... it had brought them together for the first time as well; maybe it would work again. But as the years passed by Santana started to give up hope to see this angel again.
Life had been good to Santana for the first time in her life and after finishing school she now carried a University scholarship in her pocket. She even had made some friends and as in her last years at the Orphanage, boys and girls where trying to get her attention. Her now best friend Brittany often teased her about that fact and actually tried to set her up with a girl every few months. Santana always smiled and nodded when her friend bragged on about one girl or another trying to raise her interest, telling her all about them… from their hair color up to their pets favorite meals, which struck Santana as rather strange, and she really didn't dare ask how Brittany had found out that bit of information.
She trusted the good natured, blonde-haired girl and for the first time could imagine what it would have been like having a sister, yet she had never told her about that sweet little girl she had met as a child.
Over the years Santana started idealizing her, making her the perfect woman in her mind, sweet, caring, loving, and of course, totally in love with her. She knew it was silly to think of her like that and that she hadn't felt anything like love for her as children, yet now when Santana thought about Quinn, she was her perfect angel, the one she wanted to be with.
Santana tried to control those thoughts by telling herself that Quinn grew up as well and that she had no idea what she was really like now. For all she knew Quinn could have grown up to be a heartless, arrogant bitch, but then she remembered those eyes staring so intently into hers, once filled with laughter and once with endless sadness, but always with tenderness and pure love for everything that was alive.
Another two years went by and Santana hadn't once dated anybody seriously, she had tried, but every kiss and every played act of tenderness was so wrong to her, that she soon distanced herself again from the woman she dated. She often saw the worried looks Brittany gave her, saw how much her best friend cared about her and that fact alone kept her hoping that life was good and that there was a chance for her to make her dream of love and family come true one day.
Archie barked happily as they both were on their daily jog, through the park, still carrying around a very old and worn teddy bear Santana had given him to play with when he had still been a puppy. Christmas was nearing again and the first snow had fallen only two days before.
As the two made their way through the snow covered paths of a large park, Santana watched the many children rolling in the snow, making snowball fights or building huge snowmen. The pair stopped at the railing of the large lake in the center of the park, now frozen over. Leaning against the cold metal she watched the many ice dancers, fascinated by their grace and the fluid motion with which they gilded over the ice. Her gaze swept over the cold surface taking in the many happy people who spent some time on the ice as well- parents teaching their children how to skate, young couples holding hands while lost in their own little worlds and children sitting on the cold floor crying because they had tripped and fallen once again.
Smiling gently Santana bent down and stroked Archie soft, warm fur making the dog lick her hand in response. She had never learned how to skate and she knew it was because of the promise she had given the little girl so many years ago. Sighing she turned around and signalled Archie to follow her back home.
Sitting at her desk, a chemistry book opened in front of her, Santana stared out at the slowly darkening sky. The streetlight were already going on and several tress where lit with small lamps, giving them a feel of Christmas. And then her gaze fell on the park she had been only a few hours ago, and she could make out the lights surrounding the lake. For a few moments she just stared unblinkingly out of the window before shutting the book, taking her keys and Archie and heading for the park.
Standing in front of the lake, ice skates in her right hand she wondered if she had gone insane. The ice looked slippery and she wondered if coming here had been such a good idea after all. She looked down at Archie who sat by her feet looking up at her with his head slightly bent to the left, sceptically watching the glittery surface of the frozen lake.
Taking one encouraging breath she sat down on the bench behind him and started to put on the skates, determined to face the ice for the very first time in her life.
Maybe this was the key to finding her. She knew it was silly but deep in her heart she really hoped that if she learned how to skate now, Quinn would pop up beside her like a miracle and they would both keep their promise. It was crazy, she knew, but after all that she had tried to find her, it was also her last hope.
Getting up she needed a few moments to balance herself on the skates before trying to make a step towards the lake. Archie watched from the shore as her master made the first step onto the ice, slipped and landed on her behind a moment later. Santana let out a small string of curses before struggling to get to her feet again- this was definitely harder than she had every thought it would be… it always looked so easy when watching the ice dancers.
After fifteen minutes of slipping, falling, cursing and rubbing her behind several times she managed to walk across the ice clumsily, she wasn't quite able to glide yet, but at least she didn't fall that often anymore. Glancing at the shore she made sure Archie was still there, and sure enough the dog was watching her interestedly jumping up and down when she came closer to the shore. About an hour later Santana finally managed to glide carefully across the lake and even had figured out how to stop without falling down and she actually started to enjoy this.
Grinning from ear to ear she decided it was enough for the day, even though she hadn't met her angel, she felt strangely at ease and decided that she had to come here more often. Gliding quite serenely towards the shore she watched Archie jump happily and tossing his bear from side to side. Just as she was only a few feet from the shore she started as she heard a girl's loud cry from somewhere behind her.
"Oh my!... Quinn watch out where you are going! You are going to crash!"
The voice sounded frantic and a bit scared and on reflex Santana turned around to look where the voice had come from. Just as she had turned around, all she could see where pools of hazel, opened wide and for a moment she just stared, mouth open.
"Oh no… Miss... watch out!" the girl sputtered only seconds before she crashed full force into Santana.
Not having anticipated the sudden impact, Santana toppled backwards and landed on the hard ice with a loud thud. For a moment she believed she would pass out as her head hit the ground hard and the world started to spin faster around her, but then she felt someone moving on top of her. Blinking Santana looked down at the mass of golden hair spread across her chest and her heart stopped as the girl lifted her head and shyly looked at her, her face beet red with embarrassment. Their gazes locked and Santana felt something tug at her heart- she knew those eyes.
The girl couldn't help but stare into those mesmerizing deep brown eyes which seemed to suck her in and all of a sudden the world around her didn't seem so important any more.
Finally she realized though that she was still lying on top of the girl and tried to get up as fast as she could. Unfortunately she forgot that she couldn't keep her balance on ice and only a few seconds later landed on top of the young girl again. Also ripped from her daydreaming Santana mind finally came back to reality and realized that she was still sprawled over the ice, a cute girl on top of her... which wasn't all that bad, she figured. Slapping herself mentally she gently took the girl's hands and together they managed to get up. Afraid to land on the ground again any moment, the girl desperately griped Santana's arm trying to balance herself on the ice.
Slowly the voices of her friends came closer and she watched them skate over to where she and that beautiful young latina were. Looking down at her, blushing again, she finally found her voice and thanked her for her help.
Santana smiled gently down at her and shook her head, "No need to thank me, Quinn."
Quinn's eyes went wide and she stared up at her puzzled, "How did you know my name?"
Santana chuckled softly and turned her head into her friends' direction, "They called out your name when you were about to fall."
"Oh" was the soft reply from her lips as she looked down studying her skates.
Santana glanced at the girl, she didn't know why she hadn't wrapped her into her arms already, or why she hadn't asked her if she was the girl from her childhood- she just knew that she was. But she didn't want to just tell Quinn that... something in her wanted Quinn to remember her, she wanted to make sure that Quinn hadn't forgotten about her.
And she also didn't want to risk looking like an idiot. What if she wasn't the Quinn she had known? After all these years of searching for her and being determined to find her and never letting her go again, she couldn't ask this girl now if she was the girl she dreamed of for so long.
What she didn't know was that quite similar thoughts were running through Quinn's head.
They simply didn't have the courage to take the first step, both too afraid to be disappointed. Santana fearing that even if she was her childhood angel, that maybe Quinn had forgotten her over the years and Quinn being afraid that this gorgeous latina wouldn't see anything in her but a clumsy blonde who couldn't even manage to keep her balance on the ice.
Sighing deeply Quinn looked at Santana one last time before starting to unsteadily walk off to where her friends were slowly approaching. Santana watched her clumsily make her way over the ice and had to smile at the lovely picture she made, and she realized that if she didn't try it now, she might never again have a chance.
"Do you want me to help you, Quinn?" she cried after her, slowly starting to glide towards her.
Turning around slowly Quinn looked at Santana with big sparkly eyes. Santana smiled at her and took her hand whispering softly, "You know, we promised we'd learn it together."
Eyes widening in surprise stared at Santana for a moment before it tore from her throat in a gently whisper, "Santana." and Santana swore it was the most wonderful sound she had ever heard in her entire life.
Quinn gripped her hand tightly and waved the other at her friends dismissively. They looked her way worriedly for a moment before stopping and turning around to go grab something hot, deciding to wait for Quinn there.
Their gazes locked and for a moment they both were sure something was going to happen when suddenly the shrill bark of a dog tore them from their stupor. Turning her head to the right Santana fought to keep from laughing as she watched her dog clumsily trying to walk on the ice, falling every few inches, not able to keep balance. She looked at Quinn who stared at her with a puzzled expression upon seeing the dog.
"Is he..?" she trailed off.
"Archie?" Santana offered and Quinn nodded in answer.
"Yes, he's still my best friend in the world." Santana replied chuckling.
Smiling Quinn took her arm and together they made their way towards the poor dog who immediately seemed to recognize the girl he belonged to as a puppy.
"There's so much I need to tell you." Quinn whispered, looking up at Santana who was smiling down at her while she stroked Archies' ears.
"Yes, there is." She agreed.
Running down the stairs as quickly as she could the young girl tried not to trip over her own two feet. Reaching the living room her eyes went wide. There by the fireplace was the most beautiful Christmas tree she had ever seen. Dozens of nicely wrapped packages were lying around the tree and the stockings on the fireplace were filled with small presents as well.
Her eyes were glowing with happiness as she looked over the room, admiring the way the fire enlightened the gold and blue ornaments on the tree.
When she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder she turned around smiling. The two women were smiling down at her gently, one hand holding the others gently in it's grasp.
"Look what Santa Claus brought us!" the Little girl exclaimed excitedly.
Santana smiled down at her 5 year old daughter who happily started to unwrap her presents. It was like she lived through her all that she had missed in her own childhood. How often she had dreamed of having a Christmas like hers. Now they were giving a child like her a second chance at a home. This was like a dream coming true for her; having a family, warmth and most importantly love.
She looked over at her lovely wife who had sat down on the large couch trying to ease some of the back ache she was experiencing at the moment. Seeing she didn't feel too well, Santana rushed to her side, kneeled beside her and stroke her cheek softly.
"You alright, Quinn?"
Quinn smiled weakly back at her trying to shift into a more comfortable position which was quite impossible at 8 months pregnant.
"Soon, it'll be over and next Christmas the little one will be with us."
"Yes, everything it's perfect San."
Santana smiled at her while getting up and placing a soft butterfly kiss on her forehead.
*The End*
Surely I will change the name of this story in the future and this will be a collection of oneshots. If you liked this, feel free to follow this fic. Thank you for reading.
