A/N: I know I haven't updated this in ages, but I hope this makes up for that! This chapter is for the kind Twitter follower who requested this story to be updated next back when I put up the question. College is busy, but I'm close to graduating now. After that, I have to find a job. I hope that once I get there, I'll be able to focus on my stories again, but of course I can't make any promises.
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A few months later
The smell of coffee wafting through her apartment wakes Santana up with a shit-eating grin. She yawns and stretches before getting out of bed and heading over to the bathroom. Their bathroom. She's still getting used to that - she only recently moved in with Quinten. Things had been going great for weeks and they'd both noticed they were spending most of their free time together anyway. Knowing themselves very well, and knowing that they both have an ego that needs to be dealt with every now and then, they decided to move into a new place together.
If this had been any other guy, Santana is sure she would have protested at the idea of getting a place that is bigger than exactly necessary for two people. She'd have been suspicious about it and made it very clear that she wasn't interested at all in having kids. She hadn't touched the subject with Quinten yet, but it was a big change for her that she didn't feel uncomfortable at the idea. That in a distant future, she could see herself having a kid with this guy.
Santana finds her favourite person in the world in the kitchen, as she had suspected. He's nursing a cup of coffee while reading the morning paper. Unlike her, he really is a morning person. She heads over to him and whispers in his ear: "Good morning, baby." Another thing she never did before - cute nicknames. They made her sick before, but now it actually feels good.
He smiles at her and leans in for a lingering kiss. "Good morning, beautiful."
Santana heads over to the counter and pours herself a cup of coffee. She takes a seat at the kitchen table and takes a sip from the heavenly drink. "You know, you have the most important quality in a boyfriend; you can actually make a decent cup of coffee."
"Coming from you, that means a lot," he frowns. "But thanks. By the way, you do remember Aliena is in New York for the weekend?"
Santana still hasn't met Quinten's daughter. She knows how protective he is of her, and she hasn't asked to meet her yet. She's waiting for him to suggest it, making sure he doesn't feel pressured for them to meet. Another change - Santana is usually far too impatient and with anyone else, she'd have asked a long time ago where she stood on this. This weekend is the first time Aliena is visiting them since they've moved in together. Before, Santana just knew that Aliena visiting meant that she didn't get to see Quinten.
"I remember," she nods. She wonders if she should bring it up - after all, there are some practicalities to take into account. "So, are you guys going to stay in a hotel or something?"
Quinten laughs. "Nah, that's absurd. I want her to stay here. Also, I think you should meet her. She's such a huge part of my life, and you and I have been in a committed relationship for a few months now. I'm fairly certain you and I are going to stay together... Which basically means I really want us to. I love you."
Santana blushes and looks down at her cup. They've been expressing their love for a few weeks now, but she's still getting used to it. "I'd love to meet her. It's so obvious how much she means to you, and I really want us to stay together as well. I want to be with you... well, for the rest of my life, honestly."
He beams. "Well, that's a coincidence - I want to stay with you for the rest of my life as well. Which is why I want you to meet Aliena. I'd warn you to watch your language around her, but I swear that girl has a pottier mouth than any adult I've ever met."
Santana can't help but feel a warmth spread throughout her. She looks at her boyfriend, the beaming smile on his face, and it's as if her entire life has fallen into place. She can't believe how much everything changed between this time last year and now, but she doesn't regret a single choice. She gets up and walks over to him, admiring his amazing body. She pushes his chair back and straddles his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning in for a deep kiss.
"You are all kinds of amazing, Quinten Lucas Fabray. You make me the happiest I've ever been," she confesses softly, looking deep into his hazel eyes.
Quinten swallows. He knows Santana isn't the sensitive type, and she rarely expresses her feelings so openly and honestly. He isn't quite sure how to react, so he brings his hands to her hips and slides them under her shirt, rubbing her back softly. "If you'd told me a year ago that I'd think of Santana Lopez as the love of my life, I'd have declared you mad and assured you that Santana Lopez didn't do love. But I've never been so glad to be wrong."
Santana smiles and brings her fingers to his chest, sliding it down to his stomach. She touches his abs and leans in for another kiss. She leads her other hand to the hem of his boxers and he lifts his hips as she pulls them down. She brings her hand to his dick and closes her fist around it. He moans softly and nips at her lips, bringing more passion into the kiss. She starts pumping her hand up and down around his shaft, effectively making him hard within record time. He lifts his hips into her touch and brings his own hands to her shoulders, sliding off her bathrobe.
She slows down her movements as she gets distracted by his hands cupping her tits, kneading them softly. He circles and then rubs her nipples with the pads of his thumbs, causing her to push her chest into him.
He pants heavily as she squeezes his dick lightly and has one hand travel south, straight into her panties. He grins when he slips a finger into her slick folds and feels how wet she is. He doesn't hesitate and inserts his middle finger. Her breath hitches and she momentarily loses the rhythm she was working on his dick. He starts pumping his finger in and out of her, adding a second finger and setting an increasing pace. She regainst her focus and brushes her thumb over the head of his dick. He sucks in a deep breath and involuntarily pushes his hips forward, into her own.
He completely surprises her by releasing her grip on his dick, pushing down her panties and entering her in one swift movement. She licks her lips as she sees his muscles flexing. She lets out a low moan when he enters her and retakes the pace he set earlier with his fingers. He brings his hand between her legs, flicking his thumb against her clit.
"Fuck," she mutters. "Fuck, that feels good." She is so short of breath that she can barely talk. He leans in for a kiss that soon turns sloppy and she pushes her chest into his. Their tongues are battling, their hands trying to get a decent grip, their bodies pushing into each other. Sweat is dripping down their bodies, fires building in the pits of their stomachs, and for the first time ever, they topple over the edge together and ride out the waves of their orgasms simultaneously.
Santana throws her head back and Quinten rests his on her shoulder. They don't let go of eachother and he doesn't pull out immediately. "That was amazing," he whispers against her skin.
She nods, even though she knows he can't see it. "Definitely the best sex I've ever had."
Quinten shakes his head. "I can't believe you're nervous. You're a hardass lawyer, you stand up in court to the most intimidating men around, and you're nervous to meet a five-year-old?"
Santana blushes. He has a tendency to do that - make her blush. Her, Santana fucking Lopez. "She's your daughter," she says helplessly, as if that will make him understand. "She means the world to you, and if I mess up with her, it kind of ruins things for you and I as well. And I really don't want to lose you."
"You'll be fine. Aliena's got her very own personality and she might give you a hard time at first, but I'm sure that pretty soon, the two of you will get along great. Just be yourself, Tana. It's not like she's met a string of girlfriends already and you're the next in line. I talked to her, and she knows how much you mean to me. She knows that you're not just some fling who might be gone in the morning."
Santana nods. "Okay. It's just that I've never really done this before - dated guys with kids so seriously that I get to meet their kids. I'm not used to kids, I'm used to intimidating men," she jokes.
Quinten takes her hands in his and rubs them in a comforting gesture. Then the doorbell rings and he breaks out into a wide smile. Santana is so nervous she feels she wishes the ground would just swallow her, but she knows she has to bite the bullet. She's just not ready to see this relationship end because his daughter doesn't like her.
Quinten lets them in and a minute later, there's a knock on their front door. Quinten opens the door and Santana blinks in surprise. Aliena Fabray is the spitting image of her father, and she can't quite decide if that's adorable or creepy.
Santana takes a deep breath and smiles at the little girl. She's so captivated by her that the voice of Aliena's mother completely catches her off guard. "You must be Santana. Quinten's told me a lot about you."
Santana smiles and extends her hand, but is instead pulled into a tight hug by a pretty blonde woman. Santana awkwardly hugs her back, not at all used to this kind of affection from strangers.
"And you must be Holly," Santana finally says. "I hope Quinten only told the good things," she smiles. "He also told me all about you and his little girl. He just adores her."
Holly smiles brightly. "Only good things indeed. I'm happy Quinten found somebody who makes him so happy he can't stop smiling when he talks about her, and who gives him those lights in his eyes. He's crazy about you."
"Guys, I'm standing right here," Quinten says, but his smile says that he's not as annoyed as he's pretending to be.
"And I'm standing right here," Aliena speaks up, her voice confident. "We came here so I could meet the lady who makes daddy really happy, but nobody speaks to me," she pouts.
Santana chuckles. The little girl sure likes attention, and she can imagine that she's quite a handful. But Quinten obviously doesn't mind. Santana isn't sure if she's supposed to hug Aliena or not, but luckily the girl extends her own hand.
"My name is Aliena Kathryn Fabray, nice to finally meet you."
Santana solemnly shakes Aliena's hand. "Hi, I'm Santana Agnes Lopez, nice to finally meet you too. Your dad has told me all about you and if I take his word for it, you're perfect."
"You should believe him," Aliena smiles charmingly.
Santana has to stop herself from gushing openly. She had expected this to be much harder - she's seen the movies with the kids being stubborn and seeing every new partner as a threat to their parents' marriage because they still want their parents to get together.
"Maybe Santana can show you around the new apartment," Quinten proposes, searching Santana's eyes for her approval. She nods and invites Aliena to take her hand.
Aliena brings her finger to her chin and pretends to think about it. "Okay. I want to see it. But I'm a big girl so you don't need to hold my hand."
"Of course not. I'm terribly sorry," Santana says with a smile, almost shaking her head. This girl is quite something, and not at all what she had expected. But it sure is a nice surprise.
"Good," Aliena nods, following Santana into the kitchen.
Quinten lets out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. He turns to Holly and his smile couldn't possibly be wider. "They seem to hit it off well," he says, the relief audible in his voice.
Holly wraps her arms around him for a hug and ruffles his head. "You knew they would, Q. Santana's not treating her like a child and she's being herself. It's all Aliena wants. Does she have her own room here?"
"I discussed it with Santana earlier today and she agreed that Aliena should have her own place to stay when she's over, which will happen a lot more often once you guys make the permanent move. I thought it might be nice if Santana and I took Aliena to the shops so she can pick out her own decorations. We hardly use the guest room anyway, and if we have someone over, our couch is really comfortable."
"Santana and you, huh," Holly winks. "Damn. Never thought I'd see the day my baby daddy would actually introduce a girlfriend to Aliena. You've always been so protective of her."
Quinten shrugs. "It just feels right with Santana. She's the one for me, Holly. I'm thinking of proposing to her in a few months."
Holly raises her eyebrows in surprise. "Wow. That's a big step. Are you sure, Q?"
He blushes and smiles shyly. "Completely and without any doubt. Don't tell a soul, though. Besides, it's not like I'm going to propose tomorrow. But yeah, I want to spend the rest of my life with her and she said that she wanted the same this morning so I'm sure. Aliena and her seem to be doing great so that really settles it.
"Congratulations," Holly winks. "Make sure I'm invited to the wedding."
"Duh," Quinten rolls his eyes. "Of course you'll be invited."
