A/N: Are you ready? Because I am.
Enjoy!
Let's Go! (Calvin Harris feat. Neyo)
Quinn's POV
"And you're sure this is what you want?"
"I'm positive."
"Even though he knows where you are?"
"He won't come back here, Quinn. You should have seen him. He fucked up and he isn't going to come back here. I know my husband."
"I'm sure you do but you will call me the moment that he does show up...if he decides to get bold...right? No waiting like last night...promise me, Brittany."
She smiled and then pulled me into a tight hug.
Her head rested on my shoulder and her baby bump rested against my stomach.
I held her there and could feel the slight trembling in her.
She had come so far from where she had been.
"I promise, Q."
"Good...I'm proud of you, Britt...I'm happy that you got not only yourself but the kids out of that situation."
"Thank you...that means a lot to me."
I took a step back and could see the doubt in her eyes and so I smiled and wiped at the tears that were starting to come down.
"Hey...you're a good mom, B. Don't let anyone tell you any different. I'm so proud of who you are and I think those kids are so blessed to have you as their mom."
"Yea?"
She smiled through her tears and I pulled her against me again.
I rubbed her back and felt her relax against me.
Even mother's need to be mothered sometimes.
And if that is what it took for her to stop trying to stand up to Derek on her own...then I had no problem stepping into that roll.
"Absolutely, B. Just keep being true to who you are and let the rest go. You are so much bigger and better than him. Trust me."
I was absolutely exhausted by the time that I got home sometime around eight that night.
Talk about emotional upheaval.
Progress though, had been made and I was definitely happy about that.
Even though I just wanted to curl into a ball under my covers and sleep for a week...
But as I climbed out of the cab and walked up the steps to our front door,
I geared myself up for dealing with a fussy baby or whatever was waiting for me.
I plastered on that old Fabray smile and tried my best to put myself back in the place of being an amazing wife and mom.
That was where I needed to be in my mind and in my heart...
No matter what.
Santana and Ali came first...always.
Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised when I opened the door and San was sitting on the couch curled up in her sweats, laughing obnoxiously while watching some reality show.
"Hey." I said as I stepped in front of the tv.
"Q!" She said with a huge smile and then jumped to her feet. "I'm so glad you're home baby!"
The moment that I was wrapped in her arms, I knew that I wanted to stay there forever.
Her kisses brought me back to myself and her touch soothed away all the aches and tension that had consumed me throughout the day.
It was like manna from heaven.
I know...dramatic...but after the kind of day that I had...it wasn't too far from the truth.
"Me too baby love, me too." I whispered as I buried my nose against her neck.
If the idea of home has a smell, Santana's neck is where that smell lives.
Everything about her in that moment made me realize even more, that this was all that I could ever really want.
I sighed as she held me firmly and rubbed my back, much like I had done for Britt earlier.
I relaxed against her and let her continue to soothe away my day.
The moment she pulled away, I felt lost a little bit but then she was pulling me down onto the couch with her and we were cuddling.
If this was what the rest of the weekend looked like, I was not going to complain.
After today, I earned it.
I had started to drift off into sleep against my wife when she began to stroke my side.
But then I put my arm around her and noticed how she was anxiously beginning to rock.
When I looked up at her, I could see her biting her lip as she stared blankly at the television.
"San?"
"Hmm?"
"What's going on?"
"I don't know what you mean."
That's when I sat up.
Of course something was up...she never watched tv in the living room.
And the house was way too quiet...there was no baby monitor and then suddenly, I was wide awake.
She was looking at me out of the corner of her eye but was pretending to be really into the show.
But she wasn't fooling me...she never really could, so I turned her face and looked into her eyes.
No Snix.
So what the heck was up?
"Are you excited?" I asked as we stepped out of the cab in front of the club.
My wife had spilled everything out to me and I told her that there was no harm in going out.
I told her that we deserved it...that she deserved it and that I wasn't going to let her just turn this down without some serious investigation and thought.
She should be excited that after them hearing about L.A. that the band was still interested.
I mean...seriously, she had shot three people...Snix or not I don't even know if I would take that on if I was them...
But they wanted her...without even knowing her.
That is a blessing all by itself.
She gripped my hand and smiled at me.
Pride filled me and I smiled back.
I could see her confidence shining through as she rocked out in her four-inch heels for the first time since she had the baby.
She looked insanely hot and if you didn't know she had just given birth less than a year ago, you wouldn't be able to tell.
Just looking at her like this made me want to have a repeat of the night before.
I was insanely excited about tonight...and seeing her like this just made it even more amazing.
We hadn't really been out anywhere in a year and so for us...this was our first real date in forever.
The last time that we had been to a club was in San Francisco back when she was first starting to split and change-up on me.
I had mixed feelings about her fronting a band but I knew that I had to push her to consider this the same way that she had made me promise to go back to school.
Practicing law was my dream and even though it was stressing me the hell out, it was my dream and I was happy.
So now it was her turn.
No excuses.
Santana's POV
I had no idea what to expect when I stepped into that club.
The music was pumping through the speakers but there was no band up...just a DJ.
Quinn held my hand and pulled me towards the bar excitedly.
Since I was nursing the baby and because I was still generally living the sober life, I got water but I told Quinn that she could get whatever she wanted and I didn't mind.
And so she smiled at me and got a shot of some sweet rum and a glass of red wine.
We found a table near the stage and managed to sit far enough that we weren't on each others laps...but close enough that we could still comfortably hear each other.
I sat there in the booth, rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans and trying my best to smile.
But my boobs hurt and the mixture of smells in the club had me nauseous.
And then Q casually put her hand on my arm and rubbed for just a second before taking a sip of her wine.
Even though it seemed random, when I looked at her, I could see her staring at me with that glint in her eyes.
She was trying to distract me from my anxiety.
When had I become like this?
What happened to go with the flow Santana?
Thank God for a hot wife like mine.
"So tell me about your day." She said with a smirk.
"Compared to your day...it's nothing."
She shook her head and leaned in, the smell of wine calming my nerves as she raised her eyebrow.
"Never sell yourself short San...I want to know about everything because to me...it's more important than anything."
"Umm...okay." I whispered.
I couldn't help my blush as I dipped my head and took a sip of my water.
Her hand made its way across my arm and onto my back.
I shivered when her fingers traveled under my shirt and rubbed the lines of my cross tattoo.
"Have faith baby love...someday you will see yourself like I do and then there will be no stopping you."
My mind was gone as her fingers dipped below my jeans and thong and squeezed my bare ass cheek.
I shifted away a little and then shook my head.
"Someone will see us." I said feeling shy.
"Let them watch." She growled in my ear. "I know that you want me...after last night...and the way that you were screaming my name...I know that your panties are completely soaked. Tell me that they aren't soaked, San." She growled.
"I can't." I whispered.
She sucked on the shell of my ear and then pulled away with a giant grin.
"Still feeling nervous?" She asked as the DJ ended his set.
"About what?" I asked as I rubbed my thighs together.
She snickered and then patted my thigh before excusing herself to the bar for a refill.
I watched as she swung her hips and how people were checking her out as she made her way to the bar.
And then I couldn't hold back a groan when she glanced back at me and winked.
The band was next and all that I could think about was the way that my wife had clouded my mind with sex.
I squirmed again and looked towards the stage, trying my best to ignore just how wet I was.
God, the things that she does to me!
A/N: Does it feel any different?
