Santana's P.O.V.
We've been in therapy for about a month now and we're supposed to be rebuilding our friendship but it's going surprisingly well. We've been talking and spending a little more time together. What I don't like is that it's causing a rift between Quinn and I. It's not anything serious but we just haven't been able to spend as much time together as normal, that's why I'm glad Rachel had to leave early this morning. Quinn has been acting a little weird today though. She won't really kiss me and she's quieter than normal.
"What's wrong with you?" I finally ask as I sit across from her at the kitchen table.
"Mami." I hear and I turn my head towards Miguel who's walking towards me.
"Look!" He says excitedly and thrusts his small fist towards me. I chuckle and grab the paper in his hand then look at it.
"What's this?" I ask as I pick him up and drop him onto my lap.
"A picture. It's me and you." He says and I look at the scribbles all over the paper.
"I love it mijo. Good job." I say and put my hand up for a high five. He hits my hand with his and I kiss his head before he scurries off my lap and goes back to his table that's in the corner of the kitchen and continues to draw.
"So what's up?" I ask Quinn again and she sighs.
"I just have a really bad headache." She says.
"Do you want to take something?" I ask and she shakes her head.
"My stomach hurts too. I feel nauseous."
"Have you eaten?" I ask and she shakes her head again.
"I'll make you some soup. You might be getting sick." I say and she doesn't respond. I get up and go to a cabinet in search of a can of soup.
"Do you want to go home? I'll drive you." I look at her and she shakes her head slowly.
"Well you can lie down." I say but she shakes her head again. I find a can of soup and pop the lid off then put a pot on the stove.
"Baby you need to lie down, take a nap maybe." I say.
"I don't think I can move from this spot." She says weakly. What the hell is going on?
"Do I need to take you to a hospital?" I ask and she sighs and shakes her head.
"I'll be fine." She says and I sigh. I walk over to her and slowly slide her chair away from the table.
"What are you doing?"
"You need to rest so come on, grab my neck." I say as I bend down. Quinn puts one of her arms around my neck and I slide my arm under her legs and lift her from the chair. She wraps her other arm around me and lays her head in my neck. She feels slightly warm. I walk her up stairs and lie her down in my bed.
"I'll be back with the soup alright?" I say and Quinn just sort of makes a noise and lies there.
I hurry back downstairs to check on Miguel and make her soup. When I go to give it to her, she's sleep so I go back downstairs and play with Miguel for a while then make him something to eat. After he eats we watch a movie in the living room and he falls asleep on my chest. I put him in his bed and check on Quinn then go back downstairs. When I reach the last step, the door opens and Rachel walks in. She smiles at me and closes the door.
"Hi." She says then walks towards me. I hug her and she kisses my cheek.
"How was your day?" I ask and she shrugs.
"Same as always. Where's my baby?" She asks.
"He just fell asleep not too long ago." I say and she nods.
"It's quiet in here. Where's Quinn?" She asks and walks into the kitchen and I follow.
"She wasn't feeling well and wouldn't let me take her home so I let her take a nap."
"Oh, I hope she feels better." Rachel says from inside of the refrigerator.
"Yeah me too. She said she was nauseous and had a headache." I say as I sit at the breakfast bar.
"Do you think it's serious? Like she might need to see a doctor?" Rachel asks as she takes a sip of her water.
"I don't think so. She probably just needs some rest and food. She'll be okay." I say and Rachel nods.
"How was the reading?" I ask and Rachel shrugs.
"Pretty average." I grab the tea pot that Rachel uses, fill it with water, and place it on the stove.
"Must have been pretty short too. You're home earlier then normal."
"Yeah. It was pretty quick." I nod my head and lean back against the counter as I wait for the pot to heat.
"What are you making?" Rachel asks.
"Tea for Quinn." I figured it would help her stomach.
"Oh? When did you become so helpful and caring?" Rachel asks teasingly.
"Shut up." I say and she rolls her eyes playfully. She walks over to where I am then stands in front of me.
"Going to make me?" Is she flirting with me? I want to laugh but I don't think that's appropriate.
"Nope. That's probably impossible."
"Ass." She says and I chuckle.
"So we've been doing good with our therapy...why don't we skip a few steps?" She says flirtatiously then puts her hands on my hips.
"Sex?" I ask and she nods her head. She kisses my jaw then my neck.
"Um I don't think that's a good idea." I say.
"Why not?" She asks as her hands travel to the button on my jeans.
"Because..." I say as she pops open the button on my jeans.
"We both have needs Santana and as your wife, I'm obligated to fulfill those." She kisses my neck and tries to slip her hand down my pants but I grab her wrist.
"I think we need to work our way up to that." I move from under her and she sighs.
"Fine. I guess I'll do it myself. I'm going to take a shower." Rachel says. I nod my head then she walks out of the kitchen and it's the first time we both notice Quinn.
"Hi Quinn, are you feeling better?" Rachel asks.
"I...um...yeah. Thanks for asking." Quinn says and Rachel smiles and nods.
"That's good. Santana is making you tea." Quinn nods then Rachel goes upstairs. I hope she didn't see that but...damn it, I know she did.
"How are you feeling?" I ask and she shrugs.
"If it's alright with you, I'm just gonna go home." She says and I nod.
"I'll drive you." Quinn shakes her head.
"I got it." She insists.
"Babe just let me drive you."
"I wouldn't say that so loudly if I were you. Wouldn't want your WIFE to hear now would we?" Quinn says with a roll of her eyes and I sigh. She walks towards the front door and I follow.
"Q, don't be mad." I say as she grabs her keys and bag.
"I'm not. I can't be mad that you want to fuck your wife."
"I don't. I mean...you're the one that told me to go to therapy so why do you have a problem now?" I say and Quinn grabs the door knob but pauses with her head down to the floor.
"I know I said that...and I know I could possibly lose you. I'm just trying to deal with it okay?" I sigh and walk up close behind her. I put my hands on her hips and kiss her head.
"I'm not going anywhere." Quinn laughs a humorless laugh and shakes her head.
"I'll see you later. I probably won't be coming tomorrow so tell Rachel." Then she leaves. I watch her walk to her car, get in, start it and drive away. I'm not entirely sure where we stand right now and it's causing my chest to ache. Do I give her time? I wish I had someone to talk to about this. Fuck.
Quinn's P.O.V.
I feel like such a fucking idiot. I tell Santana to fix her marriage and I get jealous when she makes progress? What is wrong with me? It isn't me, it's this fucked up situation. I should have just said no. I could have said no but it's just too late now. I think I might be in too deep.