"A toast to the James Beard award-winning chef in our midst!" Santana says as we all raise a glass.

So far, dinner had gone swimmingly well. I was sitting across from Santana and Mercedes was sitting next to her. Rachel and Jesse were sitting next to me. Our appetizer plates had just been cleared. I made scallops provencal and a rataouille panzanella salad. Next up were the entrees: lamb chops with wilted spinach and roasted potatoes and vegetarian shepherd's pie for Rachel.

I was trying really hard not to stare at Santana. The conversation was flowing as we hadn't all gotten together since Rachel had JJ. Just like a proud mom, she was showing us pictures of her son while Jesse gushed. I was half-hearing the conversation, injecting a, "How cute!" when necessary. It got them tricked, as if I really cared about JJ. Nope. I cared about the woman sitting across from me.

As our main courses were served, I could feel Mercedes' eyes on me. I could never hide anything from her. After living in her home for a couple of months when I was pregnant with Beth, she knew all my tells. She raised her eyebrows at me when I had been staring at Santana a little too long. Thank god Mercedes asked me about Beth, even when she was fully updated in her life. I was thankful for the distraction.

"Oh, she is eleven years old now and she is great. Shelby has her in dance and voice lessons, apparently following in her mother and her big sister's footsteps."

Rachel smiled big as she revealed, "Oh, yes! She is coming with us to Disneyland. She gets to meet (I guess her nephew), JJ."

"Really, Rach? That is wonderful news. Shelby has allowed me to be more involved in her life since I moved to L.A. I get her every Sunday night and then I drop her off to school on Monday mornings. Last Saturday, she had her latest dancing recital. She is really amazing." It was my turn to gush over my daughter.

Santana, with concern laced in her voice, "And how is that going? Does she know you are her birth mom?"

I directed my gaze at her. I figured that this time it was appropriate since she asked me a question.

"Together, Shelby and I told her last year, when she was ten. She is quite mature for her age. After the initial shock, she grew to understand my place in her life. I emphasized that Shelby was and will always be her mom. I was more like her fun aunt. I would always defer to Shelby for any major decisions in her life. I was there to support her and Shelby, too. Beth decided that she was lucky to have two moms who love her. She still calls Shelby "Mom." She decided on her own to call me "Mama Q," which is really sweet. It was harder explaining who and where her biological father is."

I saw everyone nod their heads in understanding in what I just said, acknowledging Puck. No one had heard from him in years. Last I knew, he still had his pool business in Lima.

"Ok, enough talk about me. Eat your entrees before they get cold," I exclaimed.

After that, I wasn't required to update them on my life. The conversation turned to Santana.

Rachel asked about her life as a famous publicist in Los Angeles.

"Well, you know that Michelle Rodriguez is my client… and now my fiancee."

It was the first time actually heard her call Michelle that. I couldn't deny that it stung a little. Mercedes pulled her left hand from her, to look at the stunning ring.

"Well, this calls for another toast." Mercedes said joyfully, as she got Georgia's attention to order cocktails for the table.

I was grateful for my best friend. I could always count on her. This time, it was apparent to ply me with alcohol with the intent to relax me. However, I hadn't drank this much in awhile and I could feel it hitting me. Then, I felt something else. As Santana was going on and on about Michelle, I felt her foot go up my leg. I was wearing a dress, my typical style, so it was my bare leg against her foot. Santana was playing footsie with me. I nearly choked on my cocktail that Mercedes just got me. I was glad that I picked a secluded part of my restaurant and the tablecloths were quite long.

Rachel exclaimed, "Are you okay, Quinn?"

After I swallowed my drink, I answered her. "It went down the wrong pipe. I'm fine."

This time, I could feel Santana's eyes on me with that signature smirk. I bet I was blushing and even she could see it through the candlelight. I averted my eyes to Mercedes, who looked at me puzzled. I smiled to ease her concern.

"Perfect timing, I say," as Georgia cleared our plates.

"Dessert will be right out, boss," she said. Georgia always called me "Boss." I always thought it was amusing and endearing. Thank god this meal was almost over.

"Everything was delicious, Quinn! I'm looking forward to our tasting appointment next week," Santana says.

And there it was again, her foot upon my leg. She dared to go higher, up to my knee. This time, I was more composed, looking down my dessert. I could play this game with her, as I turned coy and directed my next question at Rachel.

"Did you enjoy the panzanella salad and vegetarian shepherd's pie?"

We went into a conversation about the vegetarian and vegan dishes was thinking of adding to my menu. The whole time, Santana continued playing footsie. Mercedes was just staring at me, then she would turn her to attention to Santana. I knew what she was thinking. She was picking up on our sexual tension. There was an crackle of electricity in the air between us. Thank goodness Rachel is too self-absorbed to notice.

I could hear Rachel offering suggestions to my ideas. She thoroughly enjoyed the meal thus far. I really needed to pay attention to her but I couldn't focus for obvious reasons.

"…and that's why I enjoy tofu so much." I heard Rachel wrapping up her opinion on my proposed menu. Thankfully, she turned the conversation to Mercedes, whom she had yet to catch up with.

Santana asked where the bathroom was. I knew what she was thinking. I was thinking it, too.

"Santana, let me show you."

Mercedes looked me again. She knew that it wasn't hard to get to the bathroom and that I could easily direct her from our table. I didn't need to escort her.

I led the way and Santana followed. We both entered the bathroom and could hear the lock click behind her. She promptly spun me around and kissed me. Flashbacks of our night together played in my head. Santana was a great kisser and I hadn't been kissed in forever. Those kisses from various boyfriends and girlfriends never measured up to to her or that night we shared. I couldn't let her think I wasn't into her searing kiss, so I kissed her back with passion. I flipped her, so her back was to the door. I caught her off guard as I took charge of the situation. Once a head bitch, always a head bitch. Suddenly, I could feel her left hand, pulling me closer to her. I felt her huge engagement ring. I pulled away, shoving her back towards the door. She looked at me with shock, surprise, and lust. Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Hey, why is this locked? I need to go," a patron yelled.

Santana unlocked the door and opened it for my customer. She looked at both of us. I probably looked like a mess.

"Sorry about that ma'am. Regularly scheduled cleaning."

She nodded as she entered the stall.

Once I turned around to talk to Santana, she was gone.