"all right, let's keep it PG ladies." Emma joked, as she tapped on the porch door. Both girls pulled away suddenly, "This is still Ohio."

"Yeah, Yeah." Santana replied, pulling Quinn back into the house.

"So, Emma. Have you decided on a wedding date yet?" Quinn asked, as they moved into the living room.

"Were thinking August, because then we wont have to worry about school and such." Emma smiled, "Will thinks we should go to Ireland for our honeymoon. I think we should go to Hawaii."

"Hawaii sounds lovely." Quinn exclaims, "But, Ireland could be really cool as well."

"What's really cool?" Will questions as he walks into the living room and sits down next to Emma.

"They're talking about weddings and other girlie things." Santana rolls her eyes.

"Are you opposed to weddings?" Quinn asks, eyeing her girlfriend.

"Eh. I'm not sure, I've never really thought about it." She said, "We need to head back to New York tomorrow."

Will and Emma nod, "I guess what I want to know is how comfortable are you with me continuing to have a connection to Michelle." Quinn asks, looking over at Santana for support.

"I know that we can not really stop you from being apart of her life. Especially, since you are with Santana." Will starts, "We never wanted to keep her from you. I worry though."

"About?" Santana arches her eyebrow.

"What happens when you break up? What happens if you can't stand each-other and then Michelle looses her biological mother again and the only mother she's ever known."

"That won't happen!" Santana exclaims, her hand grasping the blonds. "I can't promise that we'll last forever, though I hope we can. Nothing will ever get in the way of my love and devotion for that little girl!"

Quinn watches as Santana as she speaks, smiling and falling even deeper in love with her before turning back to her former teachers.

"I respect your view, but as much as it's weird for me to see her... after everything, I would never deny Santana the ability to be with a child that she's loved and cared for because of guilt of my own." Quinn says, "I think that the arrangement that you and San have should stay the same and if something happens we can deal with it then."

"That's understandable." Emma replies, trying to be the mediator. "It's kind of late, and you girls have to get up early."

"Yeah." Santana says, standing up with Quinn. "I'll be right in." Quinn nodded and heads into the bedroom, as does Emma into hers. Santana walked over to Will and sat next to him.

"Tell me what's really bothering you." She said. He lets out a deep sigh, running his hand through his hair.

"I'm worried she's going to hurt you. I'm worried she's going to hurt Michelle if she gets to close. I'm... I'm jealous that she might want to be a family with you, and you'll leave us." Will states, looking at the ground. Santana wrapped her arms around him.

"That's not going to happen. You two are so important to me and that will never change. She's not rushing into anything, she's not saying she wants to see Chelle every day. She knows best how to handle her feelings and we can handle Chelle's okay?" She said calmly. "I love you, you are the most important man in my life... But, we are a family. You, me, Emma and Michelle."

"Yeah."

"Yeah." Santana encourages, kissing his temple. "Go to bed." She stands up and walks into the bedroom. Quinn's lying on the bed, starring at the ceiling when Santana walks over and startles her.

"What..." Quinn starts before she's cut off by Santana pressing her lips against the blonds. She teasingly swipes her tongue over Quinn's bottom lip, asking for permission that is always granted. She slowly explores the blonds mouth as she runs her hands up and down Quinn's sides, lingering on the swell of her breast.

"San." Quinn breaths, her nails running up and down the Latina's thighs before settling on her hips to pull her closer.

Clothing was quickly shed and they slowly worked each-other up until they both shuttered with release, their mouths fastened together muffling any noise. Santana pulls away, pushing Quinn's damp lochs back before running her fingers over the girls face.

"Quinn." Santana whispered, her lips pressing ghost kisses to the girls lips. "I love you." Quinn lips quirk into a smile, as she joins their hands.

"I love you too."