Chapter 3
"Ow." Santana mumbled as she walked off the elevator and slowly down the hallway to their apartment. She cursed as she rummaged through her bag to find her keys, the muscle in her shoulder burning under her skin, "Oh fuck, stupid gym and trying to be healthy." After successfully finding her key she unlocked the door and kicked it open letting all her stuff drop to the ground. "Quinn?"
She shoved her stuff aside and shut the door, whimpering when her muscle pulled again, pain spreading across her upper back, "Oh god, Quinn?"
"She had to go to work." Rachel quietly said coming around the corner to cautiously greet the taller girl noticing the pained expression on her face, "Is there something I can help you with?"
Santana shook her head as she very carefully tried to stretch, "I'll just take a hot shower." She said through gritted teeth.
"You don't look well." Rachel stated taking a step forward, "Did you pull a muscle?"
"I don't know." Was all Santana could say, the unpleasant ache sucking her wit right from her.
"I can help." Rachel said finally moving closer and trying to step behind Santana, but Santana blocked her, "Santana?"
"I'll take a shower and wait for Quinn."
Rachel sighed and nodded, letting Santana walk by her, slowly she noticed, which obviously gave Rachel time to act before thinking and before she knew it her hands were on Santana's shoulders, kneading into her sore spot.
"Rach!"
Rachel's eyes went wide, her mind catching up to her actions, vivid images of Santana attacking her popping up. "Please just don't mangle my body! My dads deserve to see me one last time!"
"Oh god, don't stop."
"I'm sor- wait, what?"
Santana relaxed a bit under Rachel's touch, leaning back into her. "Shhh, this is weird, but your man hands are working."
Rachel rolled her eyes at the old insult, but she carried on with her massage, "It'll be easier if you're sitting."
"Uh huh." Santana agreed, but instead of moving to a chair, she slowly sank to her knees with a whimper and slumped to the ground to stretch out on her stomach. Rachel went with it, pausing a few seconds before hesitantly moving to straddle Santana's lower back.
"Right here?" Rachel questioned as she attentively pressed her fingers to Santana's shoulder blades.
"Yeah, but harder okay?" Santana mumbled the side of her face squished to the ground.
Rachel complied by applying more pressure, smirking when Santana moaned in approval. "How did you hurt yourself?"
"The stupid weight thing."
Rachel let out a small laugh, "Ah the stupid weight thing. Gets me every time." She teased.
"Mmhmm" Was all Santana could muster letting her entire body relax under Rachel.
They both went quiet the only sounds heard were Santana's whimpers as Rachel's fingers dug into her sore muscles. However after a few minutes of silence, Rachel finally had to cut into it.
"I'm sorry about yesterday." Rachel quietly said, "Your clothes and Quinn told me how much that dress meant to you. I still feel terrible."
"I'll tell you what, Berry. If you can make this pain go away I'll still be kind of mad at you, because that dress represents me finding happiness again, but I won't go all Lima Heights on you."
Rachel let out a slow breath, but she nodded in agreement, "That sounds reasonable."
"Now please get back to – ahh, you're so fucking good at this." Santana muttered when Rachel applied pressure again, "Don't tell Quinn-"
"Don't tell Quinn what!?" The blonde angrily asked as she burst through the door, "Really you guys, you pretend to fight and I leave and-" she stopped when she almost tripped over them just in front of the entrance, finally realizing what was going on, "Oh."
Rachel put her hands up in defense, while Santana lay motionless.
"She hurt herself at the gym. I was just trying to help." Rachel explained.
"Rachel and I don't pretend to fight." Santana groaned from the ground, upset by the lack of kneading. "Quinn." Santana strained to lift her head to look at her girlfriend, "Can you bring me some Motrin and let Rachel carry on?"
"No." Quinn firmly said crouching down to her knees, "Rachel can get you the Motrin and I'll be the one who gets to touch my girlfriend's back."
Rachel's eyes went wide. It was starting to get stressful living with the couple. Just as she fixed the problem between her and Santana, she sensed that she managed to cause a problem between her and Quinn.
"Right away!" Rachel said hopping up and quickly heading to the kitchen, not messing with that tone that sent her right back to pre-Glee Quinn.
"Oh, jealousy looks good on you." Santana teased.
Quinn moved to straddle Santana's lower back, taking over what Rachel was doing seconds before, "I heard moans from the other side of the door." Quinn said, "Not to mention she was straddling you in a dress."
"Oh yeah, so she was." Santana grinned, lifting her head up to see if Rachel was around, "Wanky."
"Santana." Quinn sternly said pushing her head back to the ground, "Not funny."
"It's Rachel. Nothin' to get mad about." Santana stated and in the best Quinn impression she could muster, she said "Rachel was just being helpful, be nice to her."
Quinn paused her movements and then stood up, "She can take care of you then."
Santana didn't move. She just stayed on the ground listening to Quinn's heels click against the hardwood floor all the way to their bedroom. "Good one." She mumbled to herself.
"I feel like I've been causing nothing but trouble." Rachel said as she came back with a water bottle and the bottle of pills.
"No, it's fine." Santana said as she slowly rolled onto her back, and sat up. "Quinn is stressed from work. She's tired and cranky."
"If you say so." Rachel said handing Santana the water and pills. "I have rehearsal." She quietly said grabbing her coat and sliding it on.
Santana nodded and watched her go, feeling kind of bad Rachel clearly wasn't having a comfortable stay. Jesse was gone and her apartment was being renovated, so she couldn't stay at home and I'm sure if Kurt and Blaine weren't visiting Ohio right now they would have been her first choice.
Santana sighed and slowly stood up, heading into the bedroom. "Quinn, I know you're upset right now, but we need to talk." She stated popping some pills and setting the water on the dresser, "I don't know why, but I may actually feel bad for Rac-"
Quinn wrapped her arms around Santana's neck, pressing their lips together.
Santana both groaned in delight and slight pain, "Careful." She whispered against her lips, feeling Quinn's arms loosen a bit on her shoulders.
"I know." Quinn said pressing a kiss to Santana's lips, "I overreacted." She said pressing a kiss to Santana's jaw, and then down her neck, "I'm just so stressed. I had to go into work today and it's Saturday." She mumbled, her lips never leaving Santana's neck, "And I still feel so behind."
"Mmhmm." Santana nodded her eyes fluttering shut.
"I'll apologize to Rachel." Quinn promised, biting her earlobe and tugging, "But right now I need you."
"I just..."
"I know you're hurt." Quinn said slowly walking her to the bed. she let Santana lay down on it, before moving to straddle her waist. "I need a release." She growled, sliding her hands up Santana's shirt, raking her nails down her abdomen.
"Talk about mood swings." Santana joked, shifting cautiously to get comfortable, her eyes full of desire.
"I'll do all the work." Quinn said leaning down to take Santana's bottom lip between her teeth, giving it a playful tug, causing Santana's eyes to roll back and letting her have full control. There were always two ways Quinn acted when work stressed her out, extremely moody or extremely frisky. Santana was happy she found out about the frisky part, because it made it way easier to turn her irritability around.
"Whatever you want, Quinn." Santana murmured.
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A bit later, Rachel entered the apartment, cell phone to her ear, "I've been trying to be pleasant, but it backfires." She said in a whisper, "I might just get a hotel for the rest of the renovation."
"No you aren't." Quinn said coming from around the corner.
Rachel looked up, chewing on her bottom lip, "I have to go. I'll call you later?" she questioned waiting a beat, before adding, "I love you too, bye."
"I'm sorry." Both blonde and brunette said at the exact same time.
"It's just, work sometimes." Quinn said giving her a brief explanation, before walking over to her and grabbing her hand, "Come on. This time I made you dinner."
"You did?" Rachel questioned, allowing Quinn to guide her into the kitchen, looking around, "Where's Santana?"
Quinn smiled slyly, not even noticing the smug look that was radiating off of her face, "She's sleeping." She answered, indicating that she was the one responsible for her exhaustion without even using words. Anyone could have picked up on it and it definitely didn't go over Rachel's head. Quinn's mood had definitely changed and she almost seemed giddy.
"Oh." Rachel shyly smiled.
"She can eat later." Quinn said grabbing two plates, "Have a seat." She instructed, plating the food for them and then bringing it over to the table.
It didn't take long before the two began reminiscing about high school, mostly the fun times. When they were done, they simply pushed their plates aside and kept talking.
"Let's crack open some wine." Quinn smiled, standing up to bring their dishes to the kitchen and grab some wine glasses.
"Ooh, an impromptu girl's night!" Rachel smiled with a clap of her hands. "Should we wake Santana?"
Quinn shook her head as she brought the glasses and wine to the table, "We'll let her sleep."
Rachel smirked, holding her glass while Quinn poured, studying her friend's face, "You want to talk about her?"
This time Quinn nodded, not saying anything as she poured herself some wine and then sat back down. She waited a few seconds, before letting out a content sigh and saying, "I want to marry her."
Rachel choked on the liquid running down her throat due to the sudden revelation.
Quinn lightly laughed, "Sorry."
Rachel coughed a bit and then smiled, reaching out to squeeze her hand, "Quinn!"
"Probably not anytime soon, I've just been thinking about it a lot lately." Quinn said, "I know this is cheesy, but every day I just keep falling even more. I'm the happiest I ever been."
"I'm happy for you, for the both of you." Rachel honestly said.
"I know you two don't get along sometimes." Quinn sighed, "But she really does care for you."
Rachel nodded, "I know, Jesse told me that she cornered him one time and gave him a whole speech and warning about how he better treat me well or he'd have to answer to her." she smirked, "But I think all that matters is that she cares for you and makes you happy."
"She definitely does." Quinn smiled.
They both looked at each other and at the same time said, "Weird." And with that they clanked their glasses together and fell into a fit of laughter.
"What are you guys doing?" Santana mumbled as she appeared from the hallway, still drowsy.
"Did we wake you?" Quinn asked,
Santana shrugged, pressing a kiss to Rachel's cheek and then one to Quinn's before heading into the kitchen.
"Thanks for the kiss?" Rachel questioned with an amused smirk.
"My shoulder feels great." She answered Rachel. "Thank you." she said coming back with an empty wine glass, choosing to sit in Quinn's lap.
Quinn smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"What are you two giggling about?" Santana asked taking a sip of the wine and then leaning back into Quinn. She usually didn't like showing her affectionate side in front of other people, but she was still groggy and she woke up without Quinn, so she nuzzled her nose in her neck and laid her head on Quinn's shoulder.
"Nothing." They both answered at the same time.
Santana smiled, "So me then?"
"High school mostly." Rachel replied.
"I'll cheers to Glee." Santana said holding her glass up and waited for the other two to mimic, taking a drink after their glasses touched.
Sometime later the three had moved to the couch. Santana made it through one glass of wine before passing out sprawled on the couch, her legs resting in Quinn's lap. Quinn looked over, smiling at her sleeping love.
"Hey, Rach. You want to see something funny?"
Rachel's eyebrows rose with curiosity and she nodded.
Quinn smiled, carefully moving Santana's feet from her lap and crawled to the ground to kneel next to Santana's head, the three glasses of wine causing her to sway a little. She placed her hand on her stomach and lowered her head so her lips were inches from her ear, "San..." she whispered, causing the girl to stir in her sleep, "Santana, remember that movie Paranormal Activity."
"Nooo." Santana whimpered.
"Santana doesn't get scared." Rachel gasped, sitting on the edge of her seat to see what would happen next.
"Well I set up a camera."
Santana's eyes opened and she smiled up at Quinn, "Kinky."
Rachel laughed falling back against the couch.
"You were awake!?" Quinn gasped
Santana nodded, tugging Quinn onto the couch, "I was pretending to be asleep so I didn't have to join in the conversation." She answered, "Just too lazy to go to the bedroom. And I want to-" She looked over at Rachel, and stopped herself from finishing the sentence.
"You want to what?" Quinn questioned, laying her head on Santana's shoulder.
"Am I keeping you from sex?" Rachel bluntly asked.
"No." Santana said, "Don't make fun of me, Rachel." She said before pulling Quinn close, "I just want to get my cuddles on."
Rachel smiled, "Oh well, feel free to cuddle all you want. It doesn't bother me."
Quinn and Santana relaxed on the couch with each other, the three girls still talking up a storm, which eventually did turn into just Quinn and Rachel talking once Santana fell asleep for real this time. Sometime around three in the morning, Quinn gathered blankets for them and they slept in the living room, Rachel commenting on how it was like the slumber party she always dreamed of having when she was in high school.
Finally since Rachel had arrived, all three girls slept peacefully that night.
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Sorry this chapter was kind of short and boring? I needed it to be kind of a filler.
Next Chapter will probably be the last.
As always thank you for reading and reviewing. :)