Chapter 11: Shady's Back

A.N. Sorry for the wait. Drafting new stories for the summer. If anyone wants to read them PM me. Including a sequel for this cause it's a coming to an end. 4 more chapters. But Don't worry I'm coming back. Smut?

- Jessica

Disclaimer: Santana's views don't necessarily reflect mine. Google translate is my friend.

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Santana sat in the rocking chair holding her tiny children. She needed to nurse them before she sent them off to their grandparents. So her and Quinn could have some much needed rest.

In about an hour the babies were gone from their mother's arms.

Santana stood in the kitchen making lunch for her and her fiance. She smiled. Her fiance, it had been a month and she still wasn't used to the word.

She knew sooner or later she was going to have to tell her friends, and Kurt, Britt, and Mercedes were going to whisk her off to the nearest wedding dress boutique as soon as they found out. But for now she'd enjoy it.

Or she was until she heard a knock come from door. She turned towards it curiously.

Walking towards as another knock came.

"I'm coming! Q, we're you expecting anybody?" She asked the blonde laying haphazardly on the couch. Quinn thought for a second and got off the couch suspiciously walking towards the door.

"No. Aye Santana, I think I left my glasses in the office, can you go get them for me?" Quinn asked hand firmly on the door knob. Santana raised a brow. She could tell that Quinn was just trying to get her out of the room, but why? Either the taller girl wasn't telling her something or she was sincerely concerned for someone's safety. If it was the latter she is severely glad the twins weren't here.

She did as told, knowing exactly where Quinn's glasses were.

Once Quinn knew she was safe, she opened the door and wasn't in the least bit surprised who was on the other side.

"Didn't I punch you hard enough the first time?" Quinn asked with an icy glare.

The blonde in front of her laughed mockingly.

"You're still here? What was it, Gwen?"

"I never told you my name. And this is my penthouse. Why the fuck wouldn't I still be here? Better question, how the hell do you know where I live?" Quinn asked through gritted teeth. She was given a dismissive fling of a hand.

"I have my ways. Anyways, enough of this trivial shit. Where is she?" The woman in question soon came barreling out the office with Quinn's glasses not noticing their visitor.

"Babe, I found your glasses, but they're really dirty and have lots of scrat-Madison!?" On cue the brunette's body tensed up and seem to start folding in on its self.

Quinn did her best to keep the offending woman out but Madison seemed to be back with a vengeance. The shorter blonde forced herself into the apartment and instantly started in on Santana.

The Latina simultaneously started to back up and shake her head.

Seeing the distress this was causing her fiancee, Quinn instantly intercepted. Grabbing Madison by the scruff of her Polo collar.

"Santana, ocultar. You know, Maddie? Can I call you that? I'm starting to think I punched you a little too hard. It seems you have forgotten my promise. Do I need to follow through?" Quinn glanced over her shoulder sighing in relief she notice Santana want there anymore. It was a wild guess hoping Madison didn't know Spanish, but it was the only idea she had.

In a last ditch effort Madison came up with what she hoped was the greatest plan C ever. Lying.

With a smug smile she stood up slightly straighter, trying to gain some height on Quinn. It didn't do much.

"She didn't tell you, did she?" Quinn gripped her collar tighter.

"Tell me, what?"

"Oh, well you know. That we've been fucking the entire time you've been 'dating'. We're in love." Her smile instantly dropped off her face when her head snapped back from a forceful punch and she heard laughter.

Quinn was going to start tearing up she was laughing so hard.

That was such a bold face lie, she felt rage at Madison's audacity and laughter in her chest.

She hasn't let Santana out of her sight since the last encounter with Madison. And if she was she was either with Kurt, Noah, Sam, Britt, or Mercedes. Sometimes she was with all of them at once.

She soon sobered up and fixed Madison with a hard glare.

"Maddie, you just don't listen do you. You've got 3 seconds to get your crazy ass out of my home and away from family before I murder you. I have friends in high places that can hide a body in a split second. I can make you disappear and it seem like you never existed. Now, I'm going to kick you in the nuts that you so obviously have considering the way you barged into my apartment. Left or right? That's your choice." As soon as Quinn let go of the shorter blonde she was half down the hall to the elevator, and pressing the down button repeatedly.

Quinn closed the door and smirked. She still had it.

She sighed.

Now to find Santana.

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Locating the brunette wasn't hard. She laying in the bed under the covers asleep.

Quinn crawled in next to her. She put her cold feet on the other girl's thigh to jolt her awake.

The blonde chuckled when she swatted at her limb.

"Wake up, My Queen. You don't need to 'panic sleep' anymore, she's gone. And more than likely never coming back. We can get a restraining order if you want."

"I'll think about it. But right now", the brunette shifted closer to Quinn trailing a burning finger down Quinn's abdomen. Husking seductively." I feel like she's all over me, and I need you to get her off, by replacing her with you." She bit the blonde's ear lobe, trying to drive her point home. The taller girl shivered.

"What d-do you mean?" Santana sighed.

"I want you to fuck me, Quinn." The blonde smiled mischievously.

"I knew what you meant, I just wanted hear you say it." The brunette rolled her eyes good naturedly. Not liking the smile Quinn was sporting, the Latina surged forward pulling her fiancé into a scorching kiss. They moaned simultaneously.

Quinn pulled one of the brunette's legs over hers, so she was straddling Quinn. Her heated core coming in contact with the hardening member in Quinn's basketball shorts. Quinn pulled away for some much needed air.

"God, your so hot." She moaned when the brunette attacked her neck, her hands trailing up and down her body.

Quinn's hands trailed back up until they reached the hem of Santana's shirt. Her fingers slid under while pushing the fabric up until it was able to be pulled off.

"No bra?" Quinn asked biting down a little on Santana's bottom lip. The girl moaned in response.

"I'm not wearing any underwear either." Santana said smirking when she felt Quinn's hands instantly slide under her short shorts and grab her ass.

"Why do we still have clothes on?" Quinn asked with most confused gaze sure could muster. Santana looked at her blonde directly in the eyes.

"I have no fucking clue." As soon as they made their silent agreement clothing was strewn about the room and nor cared for in the least bit.

They released identical breathy moans as warm skin touched.

Quinn having had enough of foreplay, guided Santana until her heated sex hovered above her mouth. Exactly where she wanted. Santana's eyes rolled back at the thought of what was about to happen. She gripped the headboard in anticipation.

Quinn pulled Santana closer and took a broad swipe through the girl's folds. The Latina inhaled sharply as Quinn licked and nipped everywhere but where she wanted, needed it.

"Fuck, Quinn." Santana half whined, half moaned. The blonde smirked in response.

She nipped on Santana's inner thigh before drifting back towards the girl's aching center.

The brunette's breath hitched when Quinn's tongue finally brushed against her clit.

The blonde looked through her folds thoroughly as Santana drenched her mouth and chin.

"F-fuck." Santana moaned breathily. Quinn stopped her ministrations to slide the Latina back down her body.

She was instantly pulled into a heated kiss, moaning when she tasted herself on Quinn's tongue.

Quinn slid her hands down the brunette's back until she ended at the girl's ass, squeezing a little.

"Oh god, Quinn I need you inside me." She said making sure she had the blonde's attention by suckling on her neck. The blonde hissed in response.

She grabbed her extremely hard cock lining it up with the Latina's entrance.

She slowly thrusted up into her letting out a long drawn out moan. The Latina bit her lip to hold back a scream.

Slowly Quinn started to pound into the Latina above her, Santana meeting her thrust for thrust.

"You're so tight." The blonde moan when Santana clenched around her dick.

"Fuck, faster, Quinn." The taller girl listened, gripping her hips and slamming into her at a blazing pace. Santana being reduced into incoherent mumbles, slump forward catching herself on the headboard.

"Shit, Q. I'm gonna come." As soon as the words left the Latina, her sex clamped down on Quinn and burst of white heat flowed through out her body.

She flopped forward on Quinn who was still thrusting as much as she could into Santana as she shot her load deep inside her.

With strength she wasn't sure she had left, she pulled out and pushed the Latina's limp body off of her then pulling her into her side.

Quinn looked over at the girl wondering if she had broken her. She laughed when she saw the dreamy, dazed expression on her fiancee's face.

"You okay?" She asked with a chuckle.

"Shhh. Sleep now." Santana whispered back dozing off in the middle of her sentence. This making the blonde laugh harder.

"Did I wear you out, My Queen?"

Santana did her best to glare at the other girl. When that didn't work, she reached down and slapped Quinn's junk. Quinn gasped and looked at Santana like she had just commit the most heinous of crimes, while covering herself up.

"Don't make fun of me, and you won't get your dick slapped." She said pointing her finger in Quinn's face.

"Get some sleep, the rents'll be here soon." She kissed the blonde on the cheek and cuddled into her side.

Your lucky I love you." The blonde mumbled wrapping her arm around the brunette's waist.

"Sure as hell am."

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Quinn woke up to a text from her mother saying: We're on our way. So put some clothes on you and that future wife of yours.

She blushed and smiled.

Rolling over she looked at her future wife and her heart skipped a beat.

She was going to make this woman her wife. Once upon a time she thought that would be Kitty, but now she is thoroughly glad it isn't.

Quinn kissed the woman's cheek, shaking her slightly. She's not surprised it didn't work. The brunette always seemed to sleep like the dead after sex.

Quinn couldn't help but puff out her chest in pride knowing that she helped put her in that coma.

She planted a kiss on the woman's lips, smiling when Santana subconsciously followed her when she pulled back.

She did it once more actually giving the girl what she wanted, pulling her into a heated lip lock. When Santana whimpered she knew it was a job well done. She pulled back with a goofy smile.

"Hello."

"Why don't you wake me up like that everyday?"

The blonde jumped out of bed looking for some boxer-briefs that she know she had early that day.

"Well, normally Royal and or Beckett beat me to it. Have you seen my Calvin's?" Blonde asked still tearing up the room. Santana sighed, she threw on a tank and some shorts then picked up a pair of Calvin Klein underwear and all but through them at her head.

"Oh, thanks." She slid them on then grabbed the matching bra and slid that on too.

Santana bit her lip getting an idea, that could potentially be her best to date.

"Have you ever thought about modeling?"

"No, why?" Quinn asked incredulously. She ran her hand through her hair and stayed like that almost posing.

Santana knows there is no way she is doing it on purpose because Quinn is nowhere near smart enough to make Santana look stupid.

"Have you ever looked in a mirror? You are literally so hot it hurts. Like I'm having to restrain myself from jumping your bones right now." She answered completely serious as she took a picture of her fiance. She'd use it for blackmail or evidence. Which ever came first.

"Well, why don't you?"

"Because your parents are probably already in the building with our children."

"Oh, good point." Quinn mumbled putting on and outfit similar to what she was wearing earlier in the day.

"Well? Will you just think about it?" Santana asked with the most heart wrenching pout she could muster.

"Okay." The Latina instantly smiled, and skipped towards the door where she heard knocking.

"Damn, she's good." Quinn whispered slightly disappointed with herself. She was going to have to work on that.

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"Give me my babies." Santana demanded as soon as Judy and Russell made it through the door.

"Okay, wait a second. And hello to you too." Russell said as he put down the carriers on the dining room table. Santana scrambled over to them practically ripping them from the carriers and cradling them. She walked back towards her and Quinn's room and kicked the door shut.

"Well, we won't be seeing them for awhile." Quinn said with a chuckle. Her parents just looked on with amused smiles.

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Santana sat down on the bed, her back to the headboard. She smiled down a time her children.

"Did you have a good time with, Grandma and Grandpa? Of course you did. That's why I like you guys so much. You're easy to please." She felt the bed dip beside her and she already knew it was Quinn. The blonde settled into the same position, taking Royal and sitting her on her lap.

"Do you think they wonder where my parents are? I mean they see yours all the time." Santana asked staring down at the sleeping baby boy in her arms.

Quinn chuckled. "Of course not. They barely even know we're their parents. Let alone who yours are."

"I want them to be in their life. But I'm just still so mad at them."

Quinn sighed. "What did they do?"

It was Santana's turn to sigh. She was going to have to tell Quinn sooner or later.

Santana sat on her and Quinn's overly cushiony bed rubbing her pregnant belly. She's bored, tired, and lonely. Though two of those were her own fault. She's been impossible to deal with lately and Quinn had apparently finally had enough. This is also probably why Mercedes' is sitting on the couch in the den. She even drove her best friend away.

She wants to blame it on the baby hormones but it's not true in the slightest.

She misses her parents. She hasn't had any contact with them since the phone call when she told them she was pregnant. Santana can't help but wonder if she did something wrong.

To her surprise though as soon as she's about drift off, her phone rings. Thinking it's Quinn, she picks up immediately.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Oh, Santi. We're sorry we haven't been contacting you."

"Mami? Um, No. It's okay, I guess. One question though, why?" Santana asked. She sat up in the bed and slowly rubbed her swollen stomach.

"Long story or short story?" Her mom asked. Santana could hear it in her voice that she didn't want to answer either though.

"Long, please. I have time. I have nothing but time to be honest."

"Okay, Santanita. Before you were born, me and your Papi had a little scare. Now, keep in mind this was when we were still struggling college students and we had no other options." Her mother said taking a deep breath afterwards.

"Mother, what is it that you're not telling me?"

"Um, well. You're father and I where wildly in love and one night we decided to a... consummate our relationship, and I ended up pregnant."

"Okay, I gathered that. But, what does this have to do with me?"

"We are worried about you, mija." Santana sighed, she can tell her mother is skipping over some stuff, and it's kind of hurting her intelligence that her mom doesn't think she knows.

"Why would you be worried about me?" That's when she remembered." Does this have anything to do with why you seemed so distressed our first phone call? When you asked if I was keeping the babies?" She asked. She heard her mother sigh and that's when she knew she was right.

"Yeah. Remember when I said we didn't have any other options?"

"Yes." Santana answered.

"Well we had to get an abortion." Her mother said quietly. Santana's heart stopped and her eyes watered.

"Y-you killed a baby? You killed a completely innocent baby fetus! How could you?! There are plenty of other options. Have a them cost way less too!" She screamed in anguish.

"Santana, you don't understand," Santana quickly caught her off.

"No, I understand. I understand that you are incredibly ruthless people and would think that I would do something as to stoop so low as to murder my children. You know what? Fuck you. Fuck you!" She screamed through her tears.

"Santanita! Wait-"

"Please don't call back ever again." She whispered quietly and quickly hung up.

Quinn looked at her girlfriend funny.

"That's it?" She asked incredulously.

Santana seemed taken aback.

"Well, yeah."

"You didn't even listen to them. I think you have a phone call to make." Quinn said strongly and walked out of the room with a kid in each arm.

Santana looked down at the phone tossed to her.

She weighed her pros and cons and came back with the same thing.

She sighed and picked up the phone, dialing her mother's number.

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"Your Mami's crazy, isn't she?" Quinn asked looking at her children.

She smiled with they gurgled back to her. They were laying on the couch with Quinn sitting on the floor in front of them.

She sat there just playing with them until she felt a presence behind her.

"How long have you've been standing there?" She asked. Santana smiled bit didn't answer the question.

"I think I want to get that restraining order on Madison, just in case." Santana squeezed herself in between the couch and Quinn so she could sit on the blonde's lap. Quinn circled her arms around her and thought for a moment.

"I think that is a great idea. You know, pretty soon we're going to have to start wedding planning." Quinn ended her sentence chuckling as Royal accidentally punched Beckett in the face. Santana caught her hand when she was about to do it again.

"I know. I talked to my parents and we apologized. They want to see the twins. I was thinking we could go to Lima next week."

"Okay. The paparazzi are going to be on our ass though." Quinn said.

"I know, that's why I was thinking we could put a picture of them on my Instagram. You know because that's all they really want." Santana explained.

"Alright. Did you want to take one of them right now or with one of us in it?" Quinn asked as Beckett finally got his revenge and hit Royal back.

"Whoa, Beck, hey!" Quinn exclaimed grabbing him and putting him on her lap so neither could do it again.

Santana got a devious smirk on her face. Quinn rolled her eyes playfully and stood up with Beckett in her arm's.

"Where do you want me?"

Santana grabbed Royal and pointed to the couch for Quinn to lay down on.

Quinn did as told and laid Beckett down on her chest. Royal was placed right beside him.

"Okay now just lay there and look cute." Santana instructed as she pulled out her phone.

She took like ten pictures until she got the perfect one.

She quickly put a black and white filter on it before posting it with the caption: Hi guys, I'd like you to meet Royal Summer and Beckett Ryan Fabray. With two baby emoji's.

As soon as it was posted comments started rolling in.

"Q, let's read the comments." Santana suggested excitedly. Quinn smiled and whispered trying not to wake the sleeping babies on her chest.

"Okay, 'Aww', 'they're so cute', 'please adopt me', 'cutest babies ever', 'follow me', 'Quinn looks so hot'." Quinn chuckled as Santana ripped the phone out of her hand.

"Just for that, I'm posting that picture of you in your underwear." The smile instantly falls off Quinn's face.

"What picture?"

"The one I took earlier."

Quinn just glared at her.

Santana posted the picture with a reply to the girl that commented on Quinn, with an: I know. And she's all mine. This time with a winky face and a fire emoji. She also might have thrown in a hashtag no filter and hashtag MILF in there, but she can't remember.

Again the comments rolled in quickly.

"I'm not reading those." Quinn said.

Santana took a quick glance at them and agreed she wouldn't read them out loud either.

"It doesn't matter what they think anyway. I think your fucking gorgeous and I know your dick is really big. Not that that has to do with anything." Quinn kissed her softly with a 'thank you.'.

"Guess what?" Quinn asked.

"What?"

"I love you."

"And I love you too."

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