Okay, so I got a few more chapters for today...I really hope you all are enjoying these one-shots and that they're not too corny and whatnot...
...Also thanks so much for those who are reviewing...and of course those who are reading...seriously just thanks all around...
47. Pets
"We should get a dog." Santana said flipping the television off and setting the remote on the coffee table before her.
"Paige was just about to tell Glenn she's a witch." Quinn muttered.
"Ah, who cares you own the whole series."
"It's my favorite show though…turn it back on."
"Hello." Santana chuckled, "did you not hear what I said."
"Yeah, I own the whole series, that's beside the point, I like watching it."
"I'm not talking about that." Santana smiled, "I'm talking about the dog."
"Dog!" Quinn perked up looking around the room, "what dog?…wait." she turned toward her girlfriend, "we don't have a dog."
"Not yet." Santana shrugged, "that's why I said we should get one."
"You want to get a dog?"
"Now you're getting there."
"Why's it always a dog?"
Santana frowned, watching her girlfriend stand up and walk into the kitchen of their small New York apartment. They were twenty-two and had moved in together after three years of dating. As soon as Quinn graduated from Yale she'd packed up her bags and moved to the Big Apple where she and Santana had got their own place. "What do you mean?"
"It's just that it always seems like when couples move in together they get a dog…why not a bunny? Or maybe a ferret? A hamster?…ooh, we should get a cat!"
Santana had to admit she loved the adorable little jump Quinn did when she said that, and her smile was so cute. "Aren't you allergic?"
"Not really." The blonde said grabbing a glass from the counter before pouring herself some coffee. "Well, maybe a little. But not enough for it to bother me too much." She shrugged, "they're just so cute."
"You think all animals are cute."
"Yes." Quinn nodded taking a drink of her coffee, "that is true, but I've never had a cat…and ferrets are just too damn fast, and bunnies are adorable, but I've never had a cat."
Santana watched Quinn walk from the kitchen back to the living room, "do you not like cats?"
"I love cats." Santana said, "I've had like seven…" She shrugged, "I just thought you were allergic."
"Like I said, only a little. We couldn't have a cat growing up because my mother and sister are highly allergic, so we had dogs, lots of dogs."
Santana shrugged, "we could get a cat…and maybe when we're ready we can have a dog too?"
Quinn smiled, "definitely."
"So what kind of cat are you wanting?"
"Aw, the pet discussion isn't over?" Quinn said setting the remote back down and glancing toward her girlfriend.
"Again. You own the entire series." Santana replied with a chuckle, "now seriously, Q, I want to talk about this."
"Calico." Quinn said quickly, "they're so pretty… but it seems like Siamese cats seem to always have bright blue eyes so I kind of want one of them. But in all honesty any cat would be awesome, because I find them all cute."
"Okay, I've heard Calico's are expensive and Siamese cats are mean."
"What about a Sphynx?"
"The hairless ones?"
"Yeah, I think they're so adorable with their giant ears and all."
"Maybe we should just go to an animal shelter and get the first kitten we both agree on."
"I can't go to an animal shelter." Quinn stated quickly.
"Why not?"
"It'll make me want every animal I see, just so I can be sure they go home to a good family. Walking through an animal shelter and spotting all the animals in the cages waiting to be taken into care…no thanks, it's too sad for me."
Santana watched Quinn take another sip of her coffee as she nodded. "Okay, well, yeah…th-that is sad. Why don't I go and pick out a cat for us…boy or girl?"
"You really think you'll be able to say no to every other cute animal you happen to see?"
"Well not now that you've put it in my head." Santana sighed leaning back into the couch.
"Maybe we're not ready for a pet."
"But I want one."
"Me too."
"We could take in a stray." Santana said.
"We'd have to take it to the vet and make sure it's healthy…if we were to get it from a shelter, we'd already know…do we have the money for that?"
"Probably not."
"I know!" Quinn said quickly, slapping Santana's knee from her excitement.
"Thanks for that." Santana said, rubbing her knee before she said, "what do you know?"
"Lord and Lady Tubbington had kittens a few weeks ago…maybe Britt and Sam will let us have one?"
"Hey, that's a great idea." Santana said, she leaned over and kissed Quinn's cheek as she grabbed the TV remote and clicked it back on, "I'll go call." She dropped the remote in Quinn's lap before leaving her girlfriend to obsess over Charmed. She quickly retreated to their room and dialed her best friends number.
"Hey, Santana," Brittany greeted, "I'm almost there…probably ten minutes away."
Santana winced, "look, Britt I don't know if this is such a good idea."
"What are you talking about?" Brittany asked. "You were so thrilled last week when I told you all about him."
"I know. I know." Santana peered around the doorframe, making sure Quinn was still in the living room. "She wants a cat."
"A cat?"
"Uh-huh."
"But Sterling's a dog."
"I know." Santana whined, "and he's one of the cutest dogs I've ever seen, but it didn't go as planned and Quinn wants a cat."
"Well, what do you want?" Brittany asked.
"What? I want a pet…I want a dog."
"Then tell Quinn that you want a dog…No better yet, tell Quinn that I'm on my way over to give you the cutest little Alaskan Malamute she'll ever see."
"So you're almost here?"
"Yeah, maybe a mile or three."
"Okay." Santana sighed, "I'll go warn her." She said a quick goodbye to Brittany before setting her phone down and walking back out to the living room. Quinn's eyes were still glued to the TV, so Santana forced her way in-between the two before shutting the TV off again. "I gotta be honest." She said.
"Okay?" Quinn took that moment to sit up straight.
"We got a dog."
"I'm sorry."
Santana shrugged, "I've been trying to find the perfect time to suggest we get a dog because Brittany found a stray about a week ago outside her dance studio. It's an Alaskan Malamute, I think he's like two or three months old. He was on the side of the road, he'd been hit by a car and Britt and Sam took him to the vet to be checked on. They were gonna keep him but their cat's got upset. You know how Lord Tubbington is with change."
"Uh-huh."
"I didn't think you'd mind getting a pet. I know how you are with animals. I just didn't know you'd prefer to have a cat."
"Why didn't you tell me this earlier?"
"I thought I'd surprise you."
"What do you mean?"
There was a knock on the door making Santana shrug, sending the door a look. Quinn joined her girlfriend on the walk over to the door and she pulled it open. Brittany stood in the doorway holding a puppy with a blue cast around his front left leg.
"Oh, my God!" Quinn cooed, taking the puppy into her hands, "he's so cute."
Santana perked up, "you're not mad?"
"Mad?" Quinn looked to her, "how can I be mad? Have you seen him?" She seemed to have forgotten all about the cat she'd wanted just a few moments before.
"His name is Sterling." Brittany said, sharing a smile with Santana, who had reached over to pet the dog behind the ears. "Sam kind of named him when he thought we were going to keep him. But if you don't like the name I'm sure you still have time to change it."
"Sterling is perfect." Quinn said, not taking her eyes off of the puppy. She watched as the dog let out a soft bark. "Aw, you hear that San? He's got such a tiny voice."
Santana let Quinn walk off into the apartment showing Sterling around before turning back to Brittany, "you were right…I should've just told her sooner."
Brittany nodded, "you see that Santana, love at first sight."
"Yeah." The raven-haired girl smiled, "you think you can give me a ride to the animal shelter tomorrow?"
Brittany frowned, "you're not keeping him?"
"Of course we are!" Santana laughed, "you think I'd actually be able to take him away from her?"
Brittany shrugged, "then why do you want to go to the animal shelter tomorrow?"
"Because when Quinn and I are both at work Sterling's going to need a friend to keep him company."
"Another dog, Santana, don't you think you might be taking on a bit much?"
Santana only shrugged, "Q, and I can handle it."
"Hey, Quinn!" Santana pushed the apartment door open, carrying a box in her hand. "Q!"
"We're in the living room." Her girlfriend replied. "Come look what Sterling and I got today." Santana used her foot to shut the door as before she walked through the apartment over to the living room. "We went to the pet store and I got him a few toys and a brand new collar along with ID tags and…" She trailed off once she looked at Santana, "What'cha got there babe?"
"Now don't freak out." Santana said getting down on her knees beside Quinn and Sterling who was sitting up with his head cocked to the side. "Hey there buddy." She greeted patting him on the head lightly.
"What did you do?"
Santana set the box down and slowly lifted the lid.
"Oh, my God!" Quinn gasped.
"This girl was talking the whole way home, she finally shut up long enough for me to surprise you. Those informational guides aren't kidding when they tell you Siamese cats are talkative." Santana reached over and picked the little kitten out of the box. "She's a month old, pure-bred and the best part is she's hypoallergenic so maybe it won't bother you too much."
"You." Quinn smiled looking over the kitten's head to meet Santana's eyes. "Are too good for me."
Santana ignored those words as usual, because they were perfect for each other. "I think we can handle two pets. We both have steady jobs and we're both caring and loving enough for both of them."
"I think so too."
"So what shall we call her?" Santana asked.
"This is going to sound nerdy to you but, I've always wanted a cat named Nymphadora."
"Nymphadora?" Santana quirked an eyebrow.
"After Nymphadora Tonks from Harry Potter." Quinn explained.
"Okay." Santana nodded, holding the kitten up a little and looking her straight in the eyes, "now you just remember Nymphadora that if you ever get any kind of teasing for that name of yours it was your mommy Quinn's idea, kay? It wasn't mine." She smirked, holding the creature out for Quinn to take.
"Eh, she'll tell'em all to stick it."
