Santana's POV
"Rach, turn off that damn Broadway and open this door!" I heard the music stop before tiny feet made big pounding sounds towards the door.
"Why hello Santana, to what do I owe the pleasure?" She shifted her weight to one leg in the doorway and gave me one of her stupid fake smiles. Obviously she wasn't happy to see me and I couldn't care less.
"It's just your lucky day Hobbit, step aside." I brushed past her in the doorway and set myself on the couch. I grabbed the remote and started to flip through the channels. "You know, I think you should be a little lighter on your feet. I thought Finn was coming to open the door. Or the jolly green giant. Whomever you feel more comfortable portraying on Broadway."
"Um, Can I help you with something?"
"Yea, you got any popcorn or chip and dip?" I said as I kicked off my shoes and curled my feet under. From the looks of it, Saturday morning cartoons were a distant memory and I might have to settle for pay per view.
Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes at me. "Come in, sit down. Can I get you anything?"
"I've already placed my order weren't you listening?" She grew more annoyed by me obviously ignoring her sarcasm.
"Santana what in the world-"
"Look Rachel, I'm just not in the mood to go back and forth with you. Quinn said I could come over if I promised not to rip your head off. You could really help me by staying out of my way so I can keep that promise."
"I will do no such thing! Last time I checked this is still my house. Whatever your problem is-"
"I don't want to talk about it!" Rachel jumped a little and I realized I raised my volume was a little higher than I intended. I didn't mean to scare the girl. I just really didn't want to get into it right now. Especially with Brittany's best friend.
"I'm sorry. I just can't talk to anyone right now. My best friend is working and the person I really want to be talking to doesn't want to be anywhere near me right now." Rachel's face softened. I think she could tell I wasn't being an ass because I wanted to, but because I was upset, which for some reason made a difference to her.
She took a seat on the opposite end of the couch. I refused to look at her because I knew what she wanted: to bond.
"Santana if there's something bothering you and you want to talk about it then I'm all ears." See I knew it. I glanced in her direction and see that she's wearing that warm, welcoming smile she uses when she thinks we're having a heart to heart.
"No offense Rachel, and this is probably the first time I've said 'no offense' and meant it, but you're Britt's best friend. It seems unfair to unload on you when I know any moment now she's going to call you to do the same thing."
"We're friends too San."
"Yea, I know. Do you mind if I watch TV until Q comes home? I just don't want to think about anything right now."
She stood up to leave. "Okay fine Santana. I'll be in my office if you change your mind." with that she left me to my own devices.
"Oh and do us both a favor and refrain from the Broadway music."
Rachel's POV
"Hello beautiful, miss me already?" Quinn answered in that sickeningly sweet voice that makes me melt. I chose to ignore it and stay strong. I called to complain.
"Yes, but that's not why I called."
"Rachel what's wrong you sound upset."
"No no, not upset. Just wondering why there's an angry Latina making demands on my couch." I closed my office door and took a seat behind my desk.
"I'm sorry babe. She called me all upset and she was already in the car talking about ripping someone's head off."
"Yea I heard that part."
"Did she threaten you? Because I've offered to severely injure her with her prized possession if she even thinks about it."
"No she merely suggested I stay out her way and refrain from Broadway music in my own home. I mean really. I'm not sure which is more insulting. The implication that Broadway isn't worthy of being listened to outside of the the theater or the fact that she thinks she has authority over me in our home. It's insane!"
"I'm sorry babe I'll talk to her."
"Yea you do that. Oh and Quinn?"
"Yes..." I could hear the hesitation in her voice.
"Next time you invite your best friend over, how about you give me a little heads up so I can prepare myself for grumpy pants."
"She's a pain in the ass I know."
"Oh she most definitely is but something is really bothering her."
"Did she say what?"
"Nope, I tried and failed to crack that nut. She won't talk to me because I'm best friends with Britt. So obviously they had a fight." I heard a beep indicating another call coming in. "Speaking of which that's her on the other line. How soon can you be home?"
"At least another two hours but I'll be home as soon as I can. Try to keep the volume low on the music until I get back. I'm not in the mood to kill my best friend today. See you soon. Love you."
"I love you too Quinn. There's no other reason I would put up with this nonsense."
I heard her laugh,as the phone went dead and I quickly switched to the other line. "Hey Brittany. How are you and my little girl doing."
"Rachel, it's a boy. We've all seen the sonogram. Give up this dream of me having a girl."
"Killjoy. So what's up?" Since I was asked to stay on one side of this argument I thought it best to let her bring it up. Far be it for me to get two tongue lashings today for trying to help.
"I had a fight with Santana."
"Seems likely. She hostile and irritable most of the time."
"Rachel..."
"I know, I know, she's the love of your life. Blah, blah. But why call me now? You guys fight all the time then have crazy make up sex which you proceed to tell me about against my will."
"Hey! I thought you liked my stories." I could hear the patented Britt pout over the phone.
"I do, but sometimes I'd like to hear the children's version. Not the Fifty Shades of Gray version. I mean the amount of detail is just too much for anything less than a screenplay about a porno."
"Fine, I'll just call my mother. I didn't want to worry her but I need to talk to someone about this." She sighed heavily into the phone and I could tell she didn't just call me to vent. She was sad.
"Why would you worry her? Britt what did you two fight about?" Now I was starting to worry.
Santana's POV
2 hours later
"Honey I'm home!"
"Please tell me you don't walk into the house like that every day." I grumbled from the couch as Quinn hung up her jacket and kicked her shoes off. I could hear Rachel making her way towards us
"Finally! Come here." Rachel bounded over to Quinn and seemingly sucked her face off.
"Ahem, excuse me, I'd hate to interrupt this...well I don't know what this is, but it's making my eyeballs throw up. Quinn can we talk? Hobbit if you'll excuse us."
"Santana can you give Quinn a moment to get her feet in the door please?" Rachel glared at me before turning back to Quinn and making gooey eyes at her again.
"Her feet are in the door. I'm courteous enough to allow her to hang up her jacket, take off her shoes, and suck face with you. Now can we talk?" I phrased my last question at Quinn again. Rachel looked like she wanted to step on me. If only she could reach.
"Its okay honey. I'll talk with San for a little while then take you out to dinner."
"Sure that sounds nice." Rachel seemed to melt at the sound of Quinn's voice. At least Quinn wasn't the only one whipped.
"Great now that that's settled, put some shoes on we're going for a walk." I threw her jacket at her from where she had just hung it up.
"San if you wanted to take a walk why not say that before I took everything off?"
"I was distracted by that ridiculous thing you said when you walked in. Let's go." Quinn slipped back into her shoes and Rachel rolled her eyes. I saw Quinn shrug before giving her a quick peck and following me out the door.
"Okay what the hell is so urgent?"
"Britt and I had a fight." I looked down at the ground. I know it's just Quinn and I have nothing to be embarrassed about, but it seemed like I couldn't get my shit together these days.
"Must have been a big one of you're camping out on my couch and making my wife feel uncomfortable in her own home.
"Rachel feels uncomfortable in her own body. It's too small for that annoying personality." Quinn punched me on the shoulder. "Ouch!" I stopped walking for a moment to massage my shoulder. Mental note to congratulate Quinn's trainer on a job well done. Quinn is definitely getting her money's worth there.
"I warned you earlier Lopez. Give me your car keys." She held her hand out impatiently.
"Fuck you. Over my dead body you'll get these keys."
"I need the keys to get the dead body."
"Shut up and listen. We had a fight." I started walking again to no place in particular. The movement in my feet gave my brain something else to do besides obsess about Brittany and the baby.
"You said that already."
"I think something is wrong with Brittany."
"Because you had a fight? So she's not well because she didn't agree with you?"
"It's not that. It's what we fought about and her reaction to me actually being sensitive of her needs." Quinn looked puzzled but quietly listened. "You know me, I'm rarely sensitive. Britt has to coax it out of me. Today, I don't know, it's like I saw the last few months playing over again in my head. I don't know why I didn't see it before."
"See what? What are you talking about San?"
"Brittany! She's been so different."
"I uh, think that's called being pregnant."
"Besides the pregnancy, I mean. She's different. The mood swings and the body aches and the cravings I was prepared for. I don't know how to deal with this."
"How is she different? I saw her just last week and she seemed fine."
"Yes she does but if you add up everything from the last two months..." Quinn furrowed her brows. "I know Brittany. I know what she likes, I know what excites her. How come I didn't notice the fact that she stopped talking about her dance students and replaced it with mundane cooking shows?"
"She's not dancing as much anymore San, why would she talk about it?"
"She's not dancing but she's still teaching. Even when she rolled her ankle, she stood proudly in front of the class on crutches and came home every day and told me all about it." I kicked a pebble in my view.
"And we used to walk every Sunday morning in Wilson park near the pond, so she could see the ducks. The doctor even encouraged that we walk a few more mornings together and we do."
"So what's the problem there?"
"She stopped wanting to walk by the pond. We don't even walk through the park anymore. We just walk around it. I don't know why I didn't notice it before today."
"So she doesn't want to walk by the pond. It hardly seems like something to stress over."
"Well add the lack of interest in her favorite things to her ever fluctuating sex drive and hypersensitivity to anything I say and her focus on food."
"Aren't these normal pregnant woman things? I couldn't even think about sex when I was pregnant with Beth and food was almost always on my mind."
"Sure, some of those things can definitely be written off as common pregnancy, but put them all together and for so long... I think she may be depressed."
A/N Okay I lied. I really wanted this chapter to be longer but this seemed like a good stopping place.
Next chapter will be longer but you might have to wait a little while. I will get into Brittany's problem and what they can do to solve it, if there even is anything they can do.
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