"I don't want you to go." Michelle pouted as they stood at the airport. She crossed her arms and stuck out her bottom lip, starring her big brown eyes up at Santana.
"I know, baby-girl." Santana sighed, hoisting the girl up into her arms and holding her close. "But, now you have that camera you can send me videos all the time and I will see you very soon. Okay?" Michelle nodded, wrapping her arms tightly around the older girls neck. Santana placed her back on the ground and lifted her duffle bag higher on her shoulder. Michelle turned and looked at Emma who was chatting quietly to Quinn, the girl walked over to Quinn and tugged at her dress.
"Will you come back?" She whispered, bashfully looking at the ground. Quinn's heart swelled and her eyes welled up. She looked at her girlfriend who was beaming before kneeling down to Michelle's level.
"Would you like me too?" Quinn asked, lifting the girls head up so she could look into her eyes. Michelle starred at the blond for a moment, her face stoically poised making her look more like her biological parents then ever before, before nodding slowly. "Then, yes. I will come back." Quinn smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind Michelle's ear before the little girl gave her a tentative hug.
"Okay." Michelle smiled, before jumping into Emma's arms. Santana looked over at Will, who was on the verge of tears and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight hug.
"I will see you soon." She whispered, resting her chin on his shoulder. "Stop being mopey. Plan your wedding and I will be home for it."
Will started laughing and kissed her cheek before pulling away, and walking over to Quinn. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes.
"Take care of her." He say's quietly, "You gave me the two greatest things in my life and if you hurt either or them..."
"You'll kill me?" Quinn smirked, "I love her Will."
"Honestly?"
"Yes. I don't plan of hurting her, or Michelle."
"Good." He smiles, pulling her into a hug.
They got on the plane and held hands all through the flight to New York. They grabbed the subway, keeping quiet in thought the entire ride back to Santana's apartment. Santana unlocked her front door, opening it for Quinn to walked directly into the girls bedroom. The latina locked the door behind herself and looked around to see if Kurt was home, finding the house empty; she retreated into her room.
"Why do I feel like I've been hit by a bus?" Santana asked leaning against her door frame watching the blond as she lay in her bed.
"I know." Quinn replied, rolling on her side when Santana sat on the bed next to her. "This weekend was hard."
"Yeah." Santana sighed, pushing her girlfriends hair back behind her ear. "Are you okay? That was allot."
"I'm... Yeah. I'm okay. It was scary though."
"I bet. That's allot to take in."
"I never thought Michelle would be so beautiful, so happy, so smart."
"She has good genes." Santana smiled, laying down and pulling the blond into her body. Quinn rested her head on Santana's shoulder and laced their fingers together.
"She look's like Puck."
"She look's like You." Santana replied, kissing her hand. "She acts like you, she can sing, and likes to dance. You made a pretty amazing child."
"She's not mine, though." Quinn sniffled, "I know she's happy, and she makes Will happy. But, I can't help but think what if I kept her? What if I made it work? It's selfish."
"It's not selfish Quinn. If you didn't think those things, I'd be worried. You were too young to keep her, you had no support... Hell, you had no home. You did the best thing you could have for her."
"It makes me the worst mother ever." Quinn whispers, closing her eyes to try to hide the tears moistening her eyelashes.
"It makes you the best." Santana says with conviction. "You did the most important thing you could have ever done for her. You gave her to people you knew could be everything she needed. It makes you amazing and shows how much you loved her. When you become a mother, an actual mother you'll be ready." Santana kisses her gently, whipping the tears from her eyes.
