Title: We're Just Getting Started

By: lizbean

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 10

Early Sunday morning, Quinn is on the couch nursing. The bath and massage the night before did wonders and now her daughter is sucking noisily. She picks up her phone to check for messages. Nothing. "Well, either you are too busy with training or you are completely ignoring me," she says to herself and throws her phone down next to her. Before it even stops bouncing she grabs it up and starts typing.

Hi. How's the training? Why haven't you called?

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Hi. Are you learning a lot at flight training? They must keep you busy because I haven't heard ONE WORD from you!

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I haven't heard from you in a month! Are you busy with school or too busy fucking the flight attendants?

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"Dammit!"

A moment later, the gang comes down the stairs.

"Get off the banister, Tony!" scolds Santana.

"Honey, don't yell."

"I'm not yelling. I'm speaking firmly. There's a difference," Santana argues.

"Funny, they both sound exactly the same."

"Ugh! I need coffee."

The twins sit at the table and Brittany asks, "What would you like for breakfast?"

"This isn't a restaurant. We don't need to take their order."

Quinn walks into the kitchen. "Sounds like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

"No, Mami woke up on the floor," offers Ella.

Quinn quirks her eyebrow to Santana who remains silent.

"Santana, why don't you and Quinn walk to Starbucks for coffee," directs Brittany. Santana sets her jaw, crosses her arms and doesn't move to get up.

Quinn, however, stands and goes to her room. A few minutes later, she returns with Kelly bundled up and Santana's coat in her hand.

Santana glares at her. Traitor.

Brittany grabs Santana's coat and hands it to her wife. "Honey, please bring some hot chocolate back for the rest of us."

"YAY," yell the twins.

Santana hates when Brittany outsmarts her like this and knows she has no choice but to get up and go. She screams in her head. It isn't fair to use the kids this way! But she knows Brittany is right and she needs to calm down. She takes the coat and Brittany leans her cheek out for a kiss. You're pushing it! Santana screams in her head again. She leans over but presses her cheek to her wife instead and gives her an air kiss.

"Are you going to tell me or am I supposed to use my super powers and read your mind?" asks Quinn.

"It wasn't my fault."

"Of course not. What did you do?"

"She's being ridiculous."

"Santana, we don't have time for this. Starbucks is only ten minutes away. What happened?"

"Fine, but I'm not the wrong one so don't be rushing to judgment."

Quinn nods.

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"Oh God, B. I can't take it anymore. Please, please let me come," begs Santana, near tears.

Brittany hums into her wife. "Soon." She pushes deeper and circles her tongue around the throbbing bundle of nerves in front of her. Just when she feels her wife is ready to fall over the edge, she pulls away and kisses her thighs instead.

"Baby, please! I can't..."

Brittany curls her fingers and presses her tongue flat.

Santana's legs quiver, "Harder B,...oh god...ah... ah... ah..."

"MAMI! MAMA! I'm thirsty!" yells Ella.

Brittany jumps up. Santana's head shoots forward, her arms and legs still splayed wide, "NO! You can't leave me like this!"

"MAMA!"

"I'll be right back." Brittany rushes to the bathroom, washes up and throws a robe on.

Santana flops back down and let's out a frustrated groan. "I'm dripping! Please, please, please finish me first," she whines.

"I'll be right back and I promise." Brittany continues in a low, seductive voice, "It'll be worth the wait."

/

Santana continues, "I was laying there waiting...and I just couldn't wait anymore, so I started...," Quinn holds up her hand but Santana just keeps talking, "...touching myself and she came back just as I was 'finishing' and Flipped. The Fuck. Out. She started yelling, throwing pillows at me, calling me selfish and insensitive."

Santana mimics Brittany, "I spent the last two hours making love to you so I could give you the biggest orgasm of your life and you couldn't wait ten more minutes?" She ignores the wide-eyed look the cashier is giving her and orders, "Two short signature hot chocolates, one tall 1-pump caramel chocolate powder white hot chocolate, one venti skinny mocha and one grande dark sumatran." She hands over her card then turns back to Quinn. "I was so freaking exhausted so I told her that I couldn't understand what she was so mad about because hello, wasn't the orgasm the goal? She just kept yelling at me and I'm laying there barely keeping my eyes open. I told her she's being ridiculous and that it's so not a big deal and then she PUSHED ME OFF THE BED! I jumped up and she threw a blanket at me. She's crying and calling me a selfish prick and said that if I dared to get in bed with her she'd leave and go to the kids' room. She made me sleep on the fucking floor!"

Quinn shakes her head as they leave the coffee shop. "You were selfish and you were a dick."

"Prick," Santana corrects.

"Is there really a difference, Santana?" Quinn asks exasperated.

Santana ignores her and keeps walking. Quinn takes a deep breath and knows she has to explain this in a way that her very dense best-friend can understand it. She stops the stroller and waits for Santana to look at her.

"What if the roles were reversed and you were making love to Brittany. For two hours, you worshiped her - kissed her, touched her, licked her. You were so turned on that you were throbbing and dying for her to touch you, but instead of taking care of your needs, you ignored it, because you were focused on her and you wanted her to come...in your mouth. How would you feel if you didn't get to...taste...all your hard work."

"Damn Q, that's hot!"

"Focus Santana," scolds Quinn. "How would you feel?"

After a few moments of silence, Santana's shoulders slump, "Shit. You're right, I'm a dick."

"Prick," corrects Quinn with a smirk.

In the kitchen, Brittany is leaning against the counter biting the inside of her lower lip. Her arms, folded across her chest, rise and fall with each shaky breath. Her eyes look over as Santana enters but her head remains still.

Santana kicks herself for letting the situation get so out of hand. She hods her wife's hands in hers, kisses each palm and says sincerely, "I was wrong."

Brittany nods and hugs her wife.

Quinn is on the couch reading a magazine with Tony at her feet on a large blanket playing peek-a-boo with Kelly, and Ella beside him engrossed in watching Dora. After a few minutes, Brittany and Santana come out of the kitchen, a little disheveled and all smiles. Brittany hangs up Santana's coat then goes upstairs to shower and change. Santana joins Quinn on the couch, resting her head on her friend's shoulder.

Quinn leans her head onto Santana's and asks, "Everything good?"

"Yeah."

The two girls sit and flip through the magazine together laughing and criticizing red carpet mistakes. When an article on the shortest celebrity marriages appears, Quinn quickly flips past it.

Santana's eyebrows furrow and she studies her friend. Quinn's eyes are dull and puffy with dark circles under them that pale her porcelain skin. Despite the warmth of the house, Quinn's sweater is wrapped tight, her left sleeve hanging below her hand and she's rubbing the fabric between her fingers.

A realization hits Santana square between the eyes - her best friend is in pain. Shit! I can't believe I was going on about sex with B and our stupid fight over orgasms when Quinn's husband has been MIA for weeks. I am such an asshole!

"How are you doing?" Santana asks quietly.

Quinn mumbles, "I'm okay, I guess."

"Have you heard anything from Puck?"

Quinn shakes her head.

Brittany walks in and sits beside her wife.

"Have you tried to contact him?" asks Santana.

"No. Well, I did when he first left," Quinn's voice is shaky and her eyes remain fixed on the magazine, "but he never responded and now, whenever I try to text or email him, it comes out so angry that I end up deleting the message. I don't know what happened between us." Quinn's lips and chin quiver and a tear drops onto the magazine page. She tries to hold herself together knowing Santana gets uncomfortable when she cries.

Santana feels Brittany squeeze her thigh lightly and understands that she's being allowed to leave. Even though she has gotten much better about talking about feelings, the ability to physically comfort anyone other than Brittany when they are emotionally vulnerable still eludes her. She excuses herself, picks up Kelly and takes all three kids into the basement playroom.

As soon as the door closes, Quinn collapses into Brittany's arms, trembling as angry tears pour from body wracking sobs. Brittany holds her tight and rubs her back, whispering, "Shhhh, it's okay honey, let it out."

Quinn gasps for air, trying to speak, but her voice comes out in squeaks and hiccups. Brittany waits patiently and runs her hands along Quinn's arms and back. When Quinn is finally able to talk her voice is barely above a whisper. "Why doesn't he love me anymore?" She breaks down again and Brittany holds tight until she calms.

"Sweetie," Brittany brushes the hair from her friend's face, "I could use a nap. How about you?"

Quinn nods and gets up. They walk into the guest room and Quinn climbs onto the bed and scoots to the other side.

Brittany types Santana a quick text, "Q is cried out. gonna lay with her for nap. didn't sleep last night. wake me in 20 minutes. Love you." She puts her phone on the nightstand then slides her left arm under Quinn's head and hugs her tight. They are asleep within minutes.

Brittany stirs when she hears whispering. "Let's get you out of that stinky diaper...whoa what did you eat? That's a horrible, horrible smell." Brittany drowsily opens an eye and sees Santana holding the offending item at arms length and drop it into the Diaper Genie. "That's better, isn't it little one? Your cute little butt is clean and smells so much better. Let's go wake up Aunty B now. What's that? You want to do it? And how are you going to do that?" Santana leans her ear down to Kelly's mouth pretending to listen to her. "Oh, okay, good idea."

Brittany smiles at her wife's antics and quickly pretends to be asleep. Santana shuffles over to the bed and holds the baby over Brittany. Kelly swats at her aunt's face. Brittany rolls over and sees bright eyes smiling at her. "You are so adorable," she coos. Then turns to Santana, "And you, are absolutely the cutest thing ever."

Santana kisses her wife then helps her up. "Should we wake Q?"

"No, let's leave her. I don't think she's been sleeping well."

Brittany is on the couch feeding Kelly. Santana calls the kids into the kitchen, "Tony, Ella, come help me with lunch, please."

The kids run to their Mami who tells them they're having soup and sandwiches. Ella looks up excitedly and asks, "Can I have rainbows on mine?"

Tony chimes in, "I want a race car."

Santana sets out several small plastic cups on the kitchen table, pours milk into all of them and adds two drops of a food coloring to each - blue, red and yellow. Ella goes to the drawer and pulls out the paint brushes. Santana places two slices of bread on each of their plates. Then grabs her own brush and joins her twins in painting the sandwiches.

Just as all the slices are toasted and sandwiches assembled, Brittany and Quinn walk into the kitchen.

"That smells heavenly!" says Quinn.

Ella and Tony show off their creations and Brittany and Quinn take pictures with their phones. Santana serves the women their lunch. Quinn looks down and sees a little lion and her eyes well with happy tears. Brittany squeals and claps for her mermaid sandwich and kisses her wife on the cheek.

Soon, everyone is eating and excitedly sharing ideas on what they should do for the rest of the day. Santana scans the faces around the table and announces proudly, "I love this family."

AN: Yes, the milk paint really works. Try it! Your kids will love it.