Okay, I admit it. I've been a bad Dianna Agron fan. I haven't seen 'I am number 4'. I have it, but I haven't seen it yet. Therefore I won't take anything from the actual movie into this, only name and things that is easy to find out. : )
Thank's again for the lovely feedback, highly appreciate it. Leave some on this chapter too?
Btw, text in bold is Quinn's texts and in italics is Santana's texts.
Enjoy it!
Xo, Em.
I don't own glee, I Am Number 4 or any of the songs mentioned.
Santana sat down on a chair by their kitchen table and sat two cups of coffee down on it, lightly sipping from one of them. Quinn walked into the room with some papers in her hands and sat opposite her wife. She slid half of the papers towards Santana, took a large sip of her coffee and let out a content sigh.
"Okay, are you sure you want to do this?"
Santana nodded.
"I told you, I'm your wife, I'll support you through everything."
Quinn smiled at her.
"You have no idea how much this means to me, Santana. You always make me feel like I'm Superwoman or something."
Santana laughed.
"Maybe you are, to me."
Quinn grinned, then looked down at her papers.
"Let's start. Don't spill on the papers. You read the lines of Number 4, that's the male lead of the movie. He is an alien who has escaped to earth, and has to fight to survive. I'm auditioning for the role as Sarah Hart, the female lead, who falls in love with Number 4. Got it?"
Santana nodded while looking over the script.
"Got it. Does this mean you have to kiss the guy?"
"Yes, is that going to be a problem to you?"
Santana shrugged.
"Not really, you're already my wife, I claimed you first. Besides, I feel better that it's a guy, than if it was a girl. I don't have any fears of him suddenly turning you straight."
"Good girl. And you really don't have to worry, it will probably just gross me out, and I'll end up having lots of sex with you to get over it."
Santana laughed.
"I'm looking forward to this already. Lets practice the kissing scenes a lot, so you have them down."
Quinn rolled her eyes.
"I haven't even gotten the part yet babe, relax. But if you're a good girl I might award you for your efforts tonight. We can practice the kissing scenes in bed."
She winked at her wife.
"Let's start. You're up first."
Santana looked down at the paper again and started reading, trying to make her voice sound a bit more manly, causing Quinn to bite the inside of her cheek, to keep from laughing.
3 hours later they had gone through the script two times and had added little notes too, to what they thought Quinn should do, and how she should act the different parts.
"I'm getting pretty tired, wanna call it quits for now and continue tomorrow maybe? I really want to know it by heart for the audition, which is on Wednesday, so tomorrow is our last chance."
"Of course, I'll practice all night with you if you want me to."
Santana stood up and placed their cups in the dishwasher as Quinn gathered the scripts.
"You go get ready for bed and I'll lock up the place."
Quinn nodded and went to their bedroom while Santana walked around the apartment making sure all the windows were closed, the door was locked with the chain on, and all lights were off. As soon as she was satisfied she went to her bedroom to find Quinn sitting up in bed, reading. She walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth, then went into the bedroom again to change into her pajama which consisted of a pair of soft shorts and a tank top. She pulled back the covers on the bed and crawled in next to Quinn, spooning her.
"Sorry babe, I'm too tired for sex today, my mind is clouded with lines."
Santana pulled Quinn tighter to her body and gently kissed her wife's neck.
"It's okay baby, I don't mind. Maybe on Wednesday when you're done with all this."
"Wednesday sounds good. Hey, when do you have a meeting with that producer Mercedes talked about?"
"Wednesday."
"Santana! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I don't know, I guess I'd tell you after I knew how it went. I just figured your thing was much bigger than mine, as yours is actually an audition, while mine is just a meeting."
Quinn turned around in Santana's arms so they were face to face.
"Santana, what is this marriage based on?"
"Love and equality."
"Exactly, so I don't want to hear that 'my thing was more important than your thing' again, get it? Everything you do is important. You singing is important to me. You've spent three hours helping me today, what can I do to help you?"
Santana looked into her wife's eyes and saw nothing but love.
"Well tomorrow, maybe you can help me figure out which songs I should sing to him, if he let's me sing?"
"Of course! I have a few ideas already."
Quinn smiled, happy with herself. She gently kissed her wife then nuzzled into her neck, getting comfortable.
"Sleep."
Quinn could tell that Santana was rolling her eyes.
"Yes mommy."
The Latina answered sarcastically causing her wife to playfully slap her ass.
Santana squealed.
"Okay, okay, I'll sleep!"
Quinn grinned into Santana's neck and they went to sleep in each other's arms.
Quinn heard her boss say 'come in' so she stuck her head into his office.
"Hi Mr. Harrison"
He looked up and smiled at her.
"Mrs. Lopez! Please, have a seat."
He had remembered what she had told him yesterday about what name to use! Quinn smiled politely and sat down opposite him.
"I just wanted to remind you that I won't be at the office tomorrow, since I've got an audition. I was also wondering if I could leave early today? Santana said she'd run lines with me, and I really want to know them by heart."
Her boss looked up some things on his computer.
"Let's see. Everything looks good today, if you just finish the report you're working on now you can go as soon as that's done!"
Quinn smiled big, she was almost done. Maybe she'd manage to be home by lunch.
"That's great, sir. Thank you, I promise to make it up to you later."
She stood up to leave, while her boss was watching her.
"No problem Mrs. Lopez. Say hello to your wife, and good luck on your audition."
"Thank you, sir."
Quinn flashed him a smile and a small wave then went back to her office. She found her iPhone and sent a quick text to Santana.
Don't go anywhere for lunch! Xx
Why? What you up to, missy? Xo
Secret ;) Just be at home, got it? Xx
If I say 'yes mommy', will you spank me again? If so, yes mommy! Xo
One-track mind, baby. You've got to get your head out of the constant gutter it finds itself in. I love you though do you know that? Xx
You love me?! Darn it, I was hoping this was an arranged, loveless marriage. : ( But I love you too, very much. When will you be home? Xo
Not all arranged marriages are loveless babe. Hopefully I won't be home too late. I should go back to work now, so I can get home even earlier! Love you xx
See you later, wifey. Love you xo
Quinn put her phone back on her desk and continued going over the report, editing certain things and adding other things. At around 11:30 she was done so she grabbed her jacket, switched from her high-heeled shoes to her more comfortable converse shoes and grabbed her purse and phone. She said bye to everyone in the office and stuck her head into her boss's office.
"I'm going now Mr. Harrison. I emailed you the report."
"Great. Have a nice day, Quinn. See you on Thursday."
Quinn nodded then went down to the garage in the basement. She listened to the radio while driving home, singing along to some of the songs. When she got to her place she couldn't see her wife's car anywhere, which meant that she was either using it, or it was in the garage, so Quinn parked on the street. She had told Santana not to go anywhere, so her car was probably in the garage. Quinn looked at herself in the rearview mirror. She had to admit that she looked pretty hot. She put on some pink lip-gloss, smacked her lips together, ran her hand through her hair a few times and then grabbed her purse and the shopping bags and went to her apartment.
"Babe, I'm home!"
"Living room!"
Quinn put down the groceries in the kitchen then walked into the living room only to find that her girl was sitting the wrong way on the couch so her butt and legs were where her back was supposed to be, her back on the seat and her head was hanging off the couch. The TV was on, showing SpongeBob. Quinn crossed her arms and just stared at her wife.
"Hey babe. Why are you home so early?"
"I got the rest of the day off so that we could practice lines and pick songs for you to sing."
"That's great!"
"Yup. And I figured I might as well have lunch with my wife."
Quinn could no longer hold back.
"What the heck are you doing, Santana?"
"Well, I've been watching SpongeBob so much lately that I started wondering if it would be funnier if I watched it upside down. It is, you should try it!"
Quinn shook her head.
"No thanks, I'd rather not."
Santana rolled over and stood up. She had quite a lot of energy this morning so she jumped over to Quinn, wrapping her wife in a loving hug.
Quinn kissed Santana gently, her tongue licking on the brunette's lower lip. Santana moaned and opened her mouth, allowing Quinn's tongue to enter. The two tongues wrestled for dominance, quickly finding a familiar rhythm that left both of their owners happy. Suddenly Quinn heard Santana's stomach growl and she reluctantly pulled away.
"I'm gonna make us some food, you just relax and think about some songs, okay?"
Santana nodded and stroked Quinn's cheek gently.
"Ay, ay, captain."
Quinn laughed and kissed her wife again before starting to unpack the grocery bags. After she had placed everything in their respectful places she started cooking.
"Babe, it's ready."
"Coming."
Santana walked in from the living room and sat down as Quinn placed a plate in front of her. On the plate there was a bowl of tomato soup and next to it a grilled cheese sandwich. Quinn had also added some carrot sticks.
"Looks good. Is there macaroni in the soup?"
Quinn rolled her eyes and sat down, placing two glasses of water on the table.
"Do you really think I'd risk making tomato soup without macaroni after that disastrous tomato soup date of 2014? I'm pretty sure that would give you divorce reasons."
Santana grinned.
"I remember that."
"How can anyone forget that? There might have been only you and me there, but it's going down in history."
"Can you blame me though? You forgot to put macaroni in the soup!"
"It was no where near as bad as the time you forgot that I am allergic to bell pepper and you thought I was going to die."
Santana groaned.
"Oh God. I still feel guilty about that; I thought I was being nice, putting it in your food and all. Ever since that day I've had EpiPen's everywhere. There's one in my purse and in your purse and in different parts of the apartment. I seriously thought I had killed you."
Quinn took Santana's hand and held it across the table.
"You don't have to feel bad babe, I'm fine. You got me to the hospital right away, and I only had to stay there for a night. But I'm glad that you're looking out for me, it's very nice of you. Now eat your food before it gets cold!"
Santana smiled at her wife and then grabbed her spoon and started eating her soup.
"Mm, so good. Lots of macaroni."
"I put most of it in your bowl."
"Best. Wife. Ever!"
Quinn laughed.
"You're so easy to please, I didn't even have to take my top of."
Santana smirked.
"It would be even better without your top."
Quinn shook her head and took a bite of her grilled cheese.
"Nope, too late."
Santana pouted then continued eating.
As soon as they both were done Quinn put their plates into the dishwasher and got her mac.
"How many songs do you want to prepare?"
"I was thinking 4, from different genres, or just that sound kinda different."
Quinn nodded.
"Well when you asked me I instantly thought of 'Valerie'. You were so good at Glee club with that song. And then I was thinking maybe an Ellie Goulding song?"
"I was thinking 'Valerie' too, it's a good song. I also thought 'Ours' by Taylor Swift, it's a nice song. Any particular Ellie Goulding song in mind?"
"Either 'Figure 8' or 'The Writer'."
"Figure 8, it's pretty upbeat. I like that."
"Okay so we have 3 songs. Maybe find a slow song?"
"I think I know which one."
"Tell me!"
Santana shook her head and took Quinn's hand, dragging her to the living room.
"Sit."
She pointed at the couch and Quinn sat down, slightly confused.
"This is a song that means a lot to me, that has helped me a lot, and that I really like. And I'd like to sing it to you, because I've sung it to someone else before, but you're my wife now and this is how I feel."
Quinn sat back and waited for Santana to start. She was slightly hurt that Santana was going to sing her a song that she had already sung to someone, probably to Brittany, but she'd wait until the song was done to say anything. Santana took a deep breath and started singing.
'For you, there'll be no more crying,
For you, the sun will be shining,
And I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right
To you, I'll give the world
To you, I'll never be cold
'Cause I feel that when I'm with you,
It's alright, I know it's right.
And the songbirds are singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before.
And I wish you all the love in the world,
But most of all, I wish it from myself.
And the songbirds keep singing,
Like they know the score,
And I love you, I love you, I love you,
Like never before, like never before.'
Santana looked at her wife, feeling her heart beat faster. Quinn had probably figured out by now that she had sung this to Brittany, and she didn't know how the blonde would feel about that. Quinn got up and hugged her wife tightly, and Santana wrapped her arms around Quinn. She felt her heart break when she could feel and hear the sobs that suddenly ran through Quinn, and her hand instantly went to Quinn's head. She gently pushed Quinn's head deeper into her neck and tried to soothe her.
"What's wrong baby girl?"
Quinn was crying too hard to respond so she just held onto the Latina even tighter.
"I won't sing that song, I promise. I'm so sorry baby, I'm so stupid. I should have known that it would upset you. I'm sorry. I love you so much."
She felt Quinn shake her head against her neck and had to strain to hear what she was saying, as her words were muffled against her neck.
"No, you have to sing it. It's beautiful and the reason why I'm crying is because of your emotion when you sing it. You mean every word. I feel like you've really given me the world. I don't care that you sang it to Britt before, at first I was mad, but then you started singing and I understood. I'm glad you sang it to me first though, before you sing it to a producer I mean. That way I can feel like it's me you're thinking about when you sing it."
"Thank you baby. I do really mean the song, a lot. And I'm always going to think about you when I sing, you're the most important person in my life."
Quinn pulled back slightly and wiped her cheeks. Santana placed a soft kiss to the blonde's lips, feeling the saltiness from her tears. As she pulled back she cupped her wife's face and wiped away the tears with her thumb.
"Maybe you should sing me the other songs too, and maybe I can give you some pointers so that you're prepared for tomorrow?"
Santana smiled and gently directed her wife towards the couch, sitting her down. Then she went and got Quinn's mac that was in the kitchen.
"I think that is a very good idea. I'm going to find some karaoke versions or something like that."
She found what she wanted and started singing the three songs to her wife. After each song was finished Quinn would say what she thought and give Santana some tips if she had any. At the end Santana was pretty satisfied with their result and suggested that they'd go over Quinn's lines again. For hours and hours they went over the lines, only stopping to get some take out, then continuing.
Quinn let out a sigh and looked at the watch on her wrist.
"It's 9:30, I say we go to bed. We both have an important day tomorrow, we need to rest."
Santana got up from the floor where she had been laying while reading the script and nodded.
"Sounds good, I'm really tired. Are you comfortable with the lines now?"
Quinn smiled and hugged her.
"Yeah, really. Thank you so much, you've helped me more than you know."
"Anything for you baby girl."
Santana kissed Quinn's forehead before the two started cleaning up the place, then went to bed.
Santana parked her car and got out. She was starting to get really nervous. This could change her whole life she wanted this so badly. She took a deep breath and mentally slapped herself.
'Man up Santana, you can do this. You picked songs that are perfect for you and you're going to do an amazing job.'
With that she walked into the building and stopped at the reception.
"Hi, may I help you?"
"Yeah, um I'm here to see Ryan Dawson?"
"What's your name?"
"Santana Lopez."
The girl nodded.
"I'll let him know you're here, just have a seat over there please."
Santana smiled a polite smile and sat down. As she was waiting she checked her phone and saw that she had a text from Quinn.
'I just wanted to say break a leg! I love you and I'm so proud of you no matter what happens, get it? xx'
She smiled to herself and typed a reply.
'Thank you baby, break a leg! I love you and I'm so proud of you too, blow their minds pretty girl. xo'
15 minutes later a man who looked to be in his mid 30s came out.
"Miss Lopez?"
Santana stood up and followed him into his office. Once there he closed the door and they shook hands.
"Nice to see you again, miss Lopez."
"Actually, it's Mrs. Fabray-Lopez now."
She smiled and he returned it.
"You got married?"
Santana nodded and showed him her rings.
"Just last week actually. My wife Quinn wants to be an actress, she's at a call back now. She has a bachelor in drama from Yale."
"Impressive. Well congratulations and good luck to you both. Let's talk music! I was really impressed with what miss Jones showed me, but I'd like you to sing some for me now too, if you don't mind?"
"Not at all, I had prepared for that. I've prepared 4 songs, but is there anything in particular you'd like to hear?"
"Which songs have you prepared?"
"Ours by Taylor Swift, Songbirds by Fleetwood Mac, Valerie by Amy Winehouse and Figure 8 by Ellie Goulding."
He nodded.
"Let's start with Songbird and Figure 8."
"Right now?"
He nodded and Santana stood up and took a deep breath before starting to sing Songbirds. When she was finished he nodded and motioned for her to continue, so she started singing Figure 8. As soon as she was done she looked at him, studying his face to try and find a clue whether he liked it or not, but his face remained the same.
Quinn checked the time and saw that Santana was probably talking to the producer right now. She sent a silent prayer before walking into the building where the audition was being held. She handed over her paperwork to a young man and took a seat. There were plenty of other girls there, but still a lot less than the last time she had auditioned for this movie. After about two hours her name was finally called and she walked into a room where a lot of people who worked on the movie were sitting.
She shook hands with all of them, introducing herself as Quinn Fabray-Lopez, as her manager had recommended that.
"Hello Quinn, have you gotten a chance to look over the script?"
The casting director asked her and she nodded.
"I've run over them probably 100 times with my wife, I know it by heart."
The casting director smiled at her.
"I'm glad, it shows that you're dedicated to this. Okay we're going to pick up from where Number 4 tells Sarah who he is. Mark here will read the male lead for now, okay?"
Quinn locked eyes with the guy named Mark, a man in his late 30's who worked at the production.
"Got it!"
Mark started reading from the script and Quinn delivered her lines as she had practiced them with Santana. When she finished they asked her to step out for a minute so they could talk. After 10 minutes she was brought back into the room and was asked to take a seat on a chair that was now on the floor where she had once stood. She sat down and took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for anything they could say to her.
