The Assistant
Authors Note(I don't own any of the Glee characters) Warning: smut. Like I said, this is a short story, so there will be time jumps, just like my other one(I found You) So, it won't seem like Quinn is pregnant forever, and I know how some of you felt about Santana being pregnant in the other story (Where the Heart is), I hope this makes you happy. Enjoy!
Chapter Two
Quinn is now in the last week of her first trimester, and Santana couldn't be anymore happy. She loves her wife very much, but the blonde has been driving her crazy between her weird food cravings, constipation, and mood swings.
It hasn't been that bad the last few days however, and since Santana finally has a day off from work, the married couple are taking full advantage. It's been awhile since they could spend any time together, so while Quinn is at work, Santana is setting up their kitchen for a romantic dinner.
Being a chef, defiantly has it's advantages. She had no problem deciding what to make, and ran around the kitchen like a pro. For their appetizer she made, Double Tomato Bruschetta, one of Quinn's favorites, with Italian breaded pork chops and asparagus on the side. For dessert, Santana's favorite, ricotta cheesecake.
She has the table covered with a nice cloth she uses sometimes for parties they cater, with some candles lit in the middle, and rose pedals. Since Quinn is still working, she occasionally checks the time while setting the food. But unexpectedly, she hears the front door open, and frowns.
"Babe, is that you?" Silence. Not hearing an answer, she walks out to the hall. Quinn is leaning against the door, in tears. She rushes to her wife."Mi Amor, what's wrong?" She asks rubbing her arms.
Quinn sniffles. "I feel like crap, San, so I got to come home early."
Santana wipes her cheeks. "What's wrong?" She asks gently.
Quinn takes a deep breath. "I have such a headache for starters. I also have heartburn and I haven't shit in three days, so now I also have a stomach ache on top of it." She whines.
Santana kisses her forehead. "I'm not sure anything we have is safe to take with the baby. Lay down in our room, and I'll run the water for a warm bath, maybe that will help."
Quinn nods, and walks to their room. Santana is a little disappointed they won't be having their romantic dinner now. She blows out the candles, when she hears a quiet gasp from behind her.
"Oh, San. I didn't know you did all of this, now I feel terrible." She says starting to cry.
Santana walks up to her, and rubs her arm again. "It's ok. What happened to laying on our bed?"
Quinn sniffles, wiping her eyes. "I was going to get some water."
She nods. "I'll box the food up, baby, it's fine. We can always eat it tomorrow."
Quinn shakes her head. "No, not after you went through all this trouble. Let's eat first, then take a bath."
Santana sighs."What about your head? I don't want you to suffer in pain, honey. I told you already, it's fine. Go on, lay down."
She kisses her wife's forehead again, then lightly taps her bottom as she turns around to go into their room. With another sigh, the brunette puts the food in boxes, then puts them away. She puts the table cloth back before getting some water then goes to the room. She finds Quinn laying on the bed with her eyes closed. She walks up to her and leans down to kiss her cheek.
"I'm sorry, San. I was looking forward to this too, but then I started to feel bad, and I ruined our date." She says, crying again.
Santana brushes the hair away from her face, giving her wife another kiss, and gives her the water. "It's ok, Mi Amor. Our bath together is still romantic. I love you with all my heart and soul. I've missed you this past couple of weeks, no matter how we spend our time is fine with me."
Quinn smiles up at her, through tears. "I love you too, I'm so lucky and blessed to have you." She leans up for a passionate kiss.
Santana smiles back down. "I'll be right back."
She goes into the master bath to fill up the tub. First she makes sure it's the right temperature, then plugs the drain before putting in some bubbles, and returns to get Quinn. She helps her wife out of bed, and into the bathroom.
Slowly she undresses the blonde, occasionally kissing different parts of her body; paying more attention to her growing belly, then undresses herself. Santana gets in the tub first, then opens her legs for her wife, and helps her in. Quinn settles against Santana's chest, with a consent sigh.
"Mmm, I love this already, babe. Thank you."
She smiles, and kisses Quinn's shoulder. "You're welcome, Mi Amor. How does your head feel?"
"Still hurts, I think sleep might help. My stomach still hurts, too, but the bath is helping me relax."
Santana wraps her arms around Quinn, and starts to rub her stomach. "I wish I could do something to help."
Quinn smiles, and turns her head for a kiss. "I know you do, and this is helping a little, I promise." She nods as Quinn turns back around, and continues to rub her wife's stomach."How was work?"
"Hectic, but Jenny has been helpful. I'm glad I hired an assistant, there was too much to do today, and I wouldn't have been able to get any of it done without her."
"Mmm, that's good." Santana kisses Quinn's temple."You know how my day went. Now I'm just happy to be in here with you."
The brunette smiles, but it soon fades, seeing bubbles in the tub. "Babe, did you just fart?"
Quinn sits up, then quickly gets out of the tub, slipping a little as she does. "I have to shit, finally!"
Santana throws her head back laughing. Quinn sits on the toilet, followed by a few more farts, before she goes to the bathroom. The blonde glares at her wife. "This isn't funny, San! Your son wouldn't let me shit for days, and now I can't stop!"
That just makes her laugh harder, and so much, she snorts. "Babe, I'm so-orry, but it's fu-unny." Quinn pouts. Santana gets out of the tub, then drains the water, giggling."I guess we don't need a bath anymore." She puts on a robe, then holds one out for Quinn.
"It's not funny to me, San, and it wouldn't be to you if it were the other way around."
Santana kneels I front of her, and rubs her wife's thighs. "I know, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it." She glances down at the toilet. "Are you still going?"
She groans. "Yes, it's coming out of me like lava!" Santana starts to laugh again, but covers her mouth this time. Quinn pushes her shoulder."San, stop!" She whines.
Santana puts the robe on Quinn. "Ok, ok, I'm sorry. I'm done. How does your stomach feel now?" She asks kneeling back down.
"Better. I think I'm finished now."
Santana makes a face. "Babe, you should really be sure, I don't need you shitting in our bed."
Quinn frowns, starting to cry. "You really think I'm going to shit myself? Should I sleep in here?"
Santana sighs. "No, I'm sorry. I'm sure you won't shit in the bed, just be sure you're done before you get up." She says wiping her wife's tears.
Quinn nods. "Ok. But I'm one hundred percent sure I'm finished."
Santana stands up and let's Quinn clean herself, while she gets them some pajamas to sleep in. She gets dressed in hers first when Quinn walks out of the bathroom.
"Your pajamas are on the bed, babe." Quinn gets dressed and Santana pulls the blankets back, then crawls into bed."Your second trimester starts tomorrow, right? So, that should be the last of your constipation."
"Yeah." Quinn also climbs onto the right side of the bed, the left being Santana's side. "But I started noticing something new."
Santana internally curses to herself, dreading the worst. "What?"
Quinn picks up her shirt, releasing her breasts. "Can't you tell?"
Santana looks at them both, maybe a little too eagerly, and shrugs. "No."
Quinn frowns. "San, the skin around my nipples are getting darker, and on me it looks weird."
Santana scoots closer to her, and puts her head closer to her wife's chest. "Oh yeah, now I see." She grins and places a kiss on Quinn's left nipple."That's minor though, babe. Only you and I will know about it."
"That's true." Santana continues kissing Quinn's chest, making the blonde giggle."Babe, stop. I'm tired." Santana ignores her though, and sucks the blonde's pink, perky nipple, making her moan."Jesus." She whispers. Santana grins up at her, then gently squeezes her breast, since they're still sensitive. Quinn hisses."SSSSan, ugh." Santana kisses up to her neck, then to her ear.
"I miss being intimate with my gorgeous wife."
Quinn blushes. "I miss it too, but I've been feeling so sick lately, it's hard to get in the mood."
Santana smirks. "Maybe I can help with that."
She leans into Quinn for a loving kiss, then slowly pulls away, backing off the bed.
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
Santana slowly, and seductively walks over to their ihome, siting on the dresser. "You'll see."
Quinn already has an idea now, and it gets her excited. Santana looks through the iPod, then picks the song,"S&M," by Rihanna. Quinn laughs.
"Really, this is the song you choose?"
She shrugs, then starts to dance seductively, by swinging her hips a little, biting her lip. She is wearing a brown with white polka dot pajama set; a long sleeve open shirt with a pink tank top underneath, and matching shorts. Santana slowly takes off the left shoulder of her shirt, then the right.
"Want more?"
Quinn nods, eagerly, making Santana giggle. "Yes, that would be very nice."
"Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it." She sings along with Rihanna while slowly pulling down her shirt, and swinging her hips.
Quinn sits back on the bed, getting more comfortable. She can already feel herself getting turned on. Santana let's the shirt slide off her with a smirk.
"Come on, come on. I like it, like it."
Santana gets closer to the bed, shaking her tits, singing another verse. Quinn licks her lips. The brunette gets on to the end of the bed, on her knees. "Love is great, love is fine." Santana sings, as she starts to lift the bottom of her pink tank top. "Out the box, out of line."
She pulls the shirt up more, swaying back and forth to the beat of the song. Quinn squirms, wanting to see more."Babe, stop teasing."
Santana snorts, pulling the shirt to her breasts, but stopping there. "Patience, Mi Amor."
She huffs getting more frustrated. Teasing some more, Santana pulls down the left side of her shorts, but then puts it back up.
"Damn you, San." She whines.
The brunette giggles, then slowly takes off the tank top, and drops it on the floor. Quinn bites her lip at the sight of her wife without a bra. Santana shakes them.
"Oh, I love the feeling you bring to me. Oh, it turns me on." She sings. "It's exactly what I've yearning for, give it to me strong." While singing the next verse, she crawls towards Quinn."Make my body say, ugh ugh, I like, like it."
Quinn bites harder on her bottom lip. Santana sits on her wife's lap, legs by her sides. She kisses her wife's jaw, to her ear, and sings. "Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at. Sex in the air, I don't care I like the smell of it." While singing, Santana thrusts her clothed center into Quinn's stomach, then rolls her hips.
"Jesus." Quinn breaths out. She tries to touch Santana's breasts, but the brunette pins her hands to her sides, shaking her head.
"No touching just yet, baby."
Quinn groans. "You're driving me crazy, I need to touch you."
Santana smirks. "Not yet."
Quinn whimpers and holds on to her wife's hips. Santana continues to roll them into Quinn, while running her fingers through her long, dark hair. Then she leans down and kisses Quinn's cheek before leaning back and standing on the bed. This time to a different song, she slowly takes off her shorts, revealing a black thong. Quinn moans.
"Ugh." Santana steps out of them, then turns around showing off her bottom, shaking it."Fuck, I can't take it anymore."
Quinn pulls Santana by her hips, making her fall back on to the bed, then hovers over her, and crashes their lips in a searing kiss. Santana smiles against her lips. Quinn squeezes her wife's breast, then kisses down her body, and rips off her thong. Santana giggles.
"Some one is eager."
"Ugh, you have no idea." Quinn moans.
She kisses and nibbles the inside of Santana's thighs, then without a warning, sucks on the brunette's clit. She throws her head back, moaning.
"Oh, fuuuck." Quinn uses her finger to collect Santana's juices, making it easy to slide in her digit. "Ugh, shit."
Pumping in her wife, and hearing the sounds she makes, Quinn humps the bed for friction. Santana holds on the back of Quinn's head, pulling her closer to her center. Quinn spells out her name and adds another finger, pumping faster.
"Adios Mio." Santana moans. "I'm c-close."
Quinn looks up just in time to see her wife scrunch her face up with pleasure, making her moan. After Santana catches her breath, she pulls Quinn up, then flips them.
"Your turn."
The next day at work, Santana finishes the last touches for a client, while Mercedes and Kurt start making food for another party. As she tops some pasta off with her homemade sauce, Jenny walks in the kitchen.
"How's it going in here?"
Santana looks up from the serving dish. "Good. It's just some last minute touches, won't take me long." She then frowns, realizing Jenny only ever goes into the kitchen when something is wrong. "Is everything ok?"
She nods. "Yeah. We now have three parties, a wedding and a graduation this week."
Santana sighs a breath a relief. "Ok, good. What can I help you with then?" She asks boxing some of the food.
"Nothing. It's just, since I can't cook, I like to watch sometimes. I'm jealous how good you are at this. Plus, it smells really good in here."
Santana giggles. "Can't argue with you there. But I'm finished."
"Need any help boxing up the food?"
Santana looks around the room, and nods. "Sure. Lisa has the day off, I'll be delivering this myself for the first time in a while, I don't wanna be late."
Jenny starts to box one of the main dishes. "Well, I can go with you, if you want. I've been to a few delivers already."
Santana thinks for a minute, and shrugs. "Thanks. We're taking these to William Shuester, he's celebrating some singing competition thing with his students." She says rolling her eyes.
Jenny snorts, following behind the brunette to the van. "You don't like him?"
"He's a nice guy, don't get me wrong. I just find it weird how close he is to his students. It's like borderline pedo." Santana puts the pasta inside, then takes the box from Jenny and puts it on top.
"Yeah, I would say that's a little creepy." She says with a laugh.
Santana places her hand on Jenny's back, and gently guides her back inside. "I don't think the man has friends his own age. We also catered his wedding, and one of his students was his best man."
Jenny narrows her eyes. "I stand corrected, that's very creepy."
Santana nods, removing her hand as they walk back in the kitchen. "Very." She glances at the clock. "Ok, we need to get moving now." Santana gathers some of her waitresses and waiters, and has them go in a different vehicle to the party.
At William and Emma's house, Jenny helps Santana set the food up, while the waiters set up all the plates and tables. As they do that, Santana cell phone goes off. She looks at the caller ID and curses under her breath. "I'll be right back." Jenny nods. Santana walks to the side of the house for privacy. "What's wrong, Mi Amor?"
"I felt the baby! He has the hiccups. It feels weird but cute at the same time."
Santana smiles. "I wish I was there to feel it."
"I don't think you could, unless you were the one pregnant."
She frowns. "Oh. Well, babe that's really good news, but I've told you about calling today. I'm really busy."
"I know, but I just got really excited and had to call." Her smile reappears. How could she stay angry? "Plus, I've been looking at websites for baby names, and there's a few I really like, but need your opinion on."
Santana glances back to the yard. Everyone is still setting up. "Ok, make it fast."
"Since our little man is going to be bi-racial, I want something that will represent both of his backgrounds." She starts to explain."It's not easy to find with boys, but I did manage to find a few good ones." Santana nods, despite knowing her wife can't see her."Brice."
Santana makes a face. "No, next one."
"Levi."
She rolls her eyes. "There's no way our son is going to be named after a pair of jeans. Next."
"Parker."
She thinks for a minute. "No, he's not a Parker."
Quinn snorts. "How can you know that already?"
She shrugs. "I look at the sonogram photo on the fridge everyday, he doesn't look like a Parker." Santana can already imagine Quinn shaking her head.
"Ok. What about Cooper?"
"Absolutely not."
Quinn huffs. "Why not, babe? I really like that one." She whines.
"It's a common name, and I always hated it. Next one."
Quinn sighs. "Coby."
"No. My Abuela had a mean, little dog named Coby."
Quinn takes a deep breath, growing impatient with her wife. "Alright, last one." Santana nods."Gage."
She thinks for a minute. "Not bad, I like it. But still keep a look out for other names, that way we have a few to pick from." Without knowing it, Jenny walks up behind her. The assistant taps on her shoulder, making the brunette jump with her hand over her chest. "Jesus."
Jenny smiles apologetically. "Sorry. I was always told how quiet I can be. I didn't mean to scare you."
Santana waves her off. "Hold on, baby." She says to Quinn, then holds the phone to her chest."It's ok. What's up?"
Jenny points behind her. "All the food is set up. We should go back now so you can make the food for the next party."
"Shit, you're right. I'll meet you out in the car." She nods, and starts to walk off to the van. Santana puts the phone back to her ear."Mi Amor, I have to go. We'll talk more about this later, ok? I love you."
"Ok, I love you too, bye."
"Bye, baby."
She disconnects the line, then goes out to the car, when William stops her on the way.
"Santana, I just want to thank you for catering for us again. My wife just loves your food."
She nods with a polite smile. "You're welcome."
"I actually recommended you to a few of my friends. They asked for a discount since I know you so well."
Santana tries to guess if he's joking or not. "Uh, you know I can't do that, right?" William open his mouth to say something else, when Jenny walks up to them and cuts him off.
"San, we really need to go now, there's an emergency in the kitchen."
She nods. "Ok. I'll see you later, Will. Don't worry, your wife already paid me when we arrived." He nods, waving as they go to the van. Jenny climbs into the truck first. Santana looks at her expectantly. "So, what happened?"
"Nothing. I just thought I'd save you from whatever was about to happen with pedo Will."
Santana laughs climbing in the drivers side. "Well, thank you for that, I guess." She turns the car on, and begins to drive back to Snixx Stix.
"So, who was on the phone earlier? I know you don't normally take personal calls during work, it must have been important."
Santana giggles. "No, I don't. It was kind of important. My wife is pregnant, and she had to tell me right away that she started to feel him move, and then we got into a small discussion about his name."
Jenny looks surprised. "H-How did I not know you have a wife?"
She shrugs. "I don't talk about it. Not that I'm happy, she makes me very happy. It's just something I don't discuss at work. Well, occasionally I will with Kurt and Mercedes, but they've known me for a long time, and I do it to shut them up." She jokes.
Jenny laughs uncomfortably, but Santana doesn't notice. "What names has she come up with?"
"Quinn said since he's bi-racial, she wants his name to kind of show it, I guess. Just as a way of having his background in his name." Jenny nods. "She has been looking on the internet, and some were just bad."
"Like?" She asks curiously.
"Levi."
Jenny snorts. "Oh god, that's terrible. Who wants to name their child after a pair of jeans?"
Santana laughs. "Right? That's what I said." Jenny laughs along with her. "Then there was Coby and Cooper."
Jenny makes a face, shaking her head. "Coby sounds like something someone would name their pet, and Cooper is just too common."
Santana nods. "I said the same thing. And she also suggested Parker."
"Jesus, where did she find this shit?"
Santana snorts. "Your guess is as good as mine."
"Did she even suggest a good one?"
She nods. "Mhmm, I like Gage. What do you think?"
Jenny thinks for a minute, and grins. "Yeah. Defiantly different, but not too weird."
Santana smiles. "It's defiantly a good choice. I told Quinn to keep looking though, that way we have more choices."
"That's smart. A friend of mine only had one other back up name for her daughter, but in my opinion, they were both bad."
Santana snorts, pulling into Snixx Stix parking lot. "So, what about you?"
Jenny looks puzzled. "What about me?"
Santana giggles. "Do you have a boyfriend, or girlfriend?"
She mouths an oh, then shakes her head. "No, I had a terrible break up with my last girlfriend. It's been awhile since I dated."
"Hm, well don't let that discourage you. You're a beautiful girl, I'm sure you'll have someone asking for your digits." She says with a laugh.
"You think so?" Jenny asks, insecure.
Santana nods. "Yeah, defiantly. Not gonna lie, if me and Quinn weren't together, I would have flirted with you so much during your interview." Santana laughs, getting out of the car, leaving a blushing Jenny behind.
After another long day at work, Santana finally goes home. She walks through the front door, and finds it really quiet inside, with no sign of Quinn being there.
"Babe, you home?" She calls out into the apartment, but doesn't get an answer.
So, she looks around the house, and finds Quinn in their bedroom, rubbing cocoa butter in her growing stomach with her eyes closed. She smiles, and crawls next to her wife. Quinn opens her eyes and leans in for a kiss.
"Hi."
Santana's smile grows and kisses the tip of Quinn's nose. "Hey, beautiful. Need help?"
Quinn snorts. "You don't need an excuse to touch me, San."
The brunette rolls her eyes. "It's not always about sex with me, Q. I wanna help my wife, because I love you so, so much." She says gently taking the bottle of lotion from her.
Quinn smiles. "I love you too."
Santana pours a generous amount on her palm, then sets the bottle down and rubs it on Quinn's stomach. "Did you find anymore names for our little man?"
She nods, rubbing Santana's back. "I really like Carter, Mason and Brock. What do you think?"
"They're better than the other ones. I approve. So, add Gage to the list, which one do you like more?"
She thinks for a minute. "I don't know, I like them all."
Santana giggles kissing her wife's stomach. "We have time, it's ok." She looks down at Quinn's feet and frowns."Are your feet sore? They're really swollen."
Quinn nods. "Yeah. I wasn't on my feet too much today, but that's what comes with being pregnant." Santana scoots down to Quinn's feet, and starts to rub them and her ankles."Ugh, that feels so good." She moans.
Santana smirks. "Wanky."
Quinn lightly kicks her leg, making her laugh as she continues to give her a message. "I still can't believe you're catering my father's birthday party." Quinn laughs, shaking her head.
Santana shrugs. "Your mom asked, and your dad loves me."
Quinn playfully rolls her eyes. "I think he likes you more than me." She pretend pouts.
Santana crawls up and kisses her lips. "He does not. We just have more stuff in common."
Quinn snorts. "Like your weird obsession for football?"
Santana lightly slaps her ankle. "It's not an obsession, we're die heard fans. And it pains me that you don't know that, and would dare try to argue on the subject."
She just shakes her head. "Whatever you say, love." They hear a knock at the door, which puzzles them both."Are you expecting someone?" Quinn asks her wife.
"No. Don't get up, I'll see who it is." She gives Quinn a kiss, then walks out to the front door. To her surprise, it's Jenny, carrying a box."Oh, hi. What can I help you with?"
"I know I could've waited to give you this, but I was already in the area. Will Shuester came up to me going home from the grocery store, and asked to give this to you as a thank you." She says with a shrug.
Santana takes it from her, rolling her eyes. "Thanks. I have a feeling I know what it is already." Quinn comes out of their bedroom, and appears next to Santana's side."What's wrong, Mi Amor? Are you ok?"
She nods. "I just got curious." She turns to Jenny, with a polite smile."You must be the new assistant. I'm Quinn, nice to meet you." She says holding out her hand.
Jenny smiles back, shaking it. "I am. Nice to meet you too."
"Is there something wrong that you're here?" Quinn ask, worried.
The girls both shake their heads. "No, I was just dropping something off for Santana real quick. I'll be going now. I'll see you at the party tomorrow."
"Hold on, let me get you some gas money." Santana says handing Quinn the box. She quickly goes out to the living room, and takes a few bills for the rainy day savings, then returns to the front door.
"I don't need it, but thanks for the offer."
"Just take it. You didn't have to come here, and I'd feel better if you did."
Jenny smiles shyly taking the money from the other brunette. "Thanks. That's sweet of you."
Quinn glances between the two, and takes Santana's hand. "Goodnight, Jenny." She says, wanting the women to leave.
Jenny flashes a tight lipped, forced smile. "Goodnight, Quinn." Turning to Santana, her smile becomes genuine, and her face softens. "Goodnight, Santana."
"Goodnight." Santana closes the door behind her co-worker.
"That was interesting." Quinn says laughing, walking into the kitchen, missing Santana's puzzled expression."I'm going to put these chocolates in the fridge." She says over her shoulder.
Santana follows her in. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Quinn turns around with the refrigerator door still open. "San, she came all the way here, just to give you something she could've waited to do at work. Someone has a crush on you."
She snorts. "She said she was in the area, she doesn't have a crush on me."
Quinn rolls her eyes. "Right."
Santana grins, walking toward her. She closes the door, then pulls her wife towards her by her waist. "Is someone jealous?"
Quinn snickers. "No. You're my wife, I trust you. I'll find it amusing, until she tries something."
Santana just laughs. "I don't think we have to worry about that." She kisses her wife's temple."She's got nothing on you, babe."
Quinn blushes. "I love you."
Santana smiles. "I love you too." She puts her hand over Quinn's stomach."And our little man." She then frowns."He needs a name."
Quinn giggles. "I know. He really does. How about we ask my family for a second opinion tomorrow?"
She nods. "Sounds like a plan. Let's go to bed."
Authors Note
Thoughts? Don't worry, the drama is coming.