Chapter 12: Wedding Plan B

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. Just the story.

- Jessica

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Quinn jolted awake to sound of a crying baby. She sighed, she loved the little buggers, but they really made her eyes twitch sometimes.

Sure she was tired but she wouldn't change this feeling for the world. And she damn sure wouldn't wake up Santana. She was in one of those heavy sex comas and was always hell when woken up from one. And quite frankly Quinn is very fond of her penis.

So she stumbled down the hall towards the nursery already knowing that it was Beckett crying and he probably just wanted to be cuddled.

Yeah, she was getting pretty good at this parenting thing.

As soon as she popped her head over his crib, Beckett instantly quieted and started kicking his limbs rapidly, probably because she looked like a lion. Not that he knew what that was. Quinn picked him up and held him up in front of her face.

"Hi, Beck." The kid smiled. Or his 1 and half month equivalent. Quinn smiled back.

"Okay, let's go cuddle with your Mami and Royal." Quinn grabbed Royal without waking her. If she didn't Royal would wake up and sense that Beckett wasn't in the room. Santana was sure that they had developed that weird twin telepathy thing even though they were fraternal. It was weird.

Quinn walked back in the room and was surprised to see Santana sitting up waiting for her.

"Gimme a baby." Santana rasped with her morning voice and grabby hands.

"Gimme got shot." Quinn answered passing a still asleep Royal to her. Santana's hands shoot out to cover her children's ears.

"Quinn! Don't say things like that in front of the kids." Quinn smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry, babe" Quinn said putting Beckett on the other side of her and leaning down to kiss away Santana's pout.

"You should be." Santana mumbled against Quinn's lips.

"Yeah I should be. Get some sleep. We have a big day ahead of us."

"I know. Good night. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Aaheeh."

"I love you, too, Beck."

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Santana took a much needed breath as she plopped down on the couch next to an equally as exhausted Quinn. They had just finished packing for the week long trip out to see Santana's parents.

"Okay, we have 2 and a half hours till our flight leaves." Santana informed, looking at her non existent watch.

"We should probably get going. Traffic and paparazzi are going to be a bitch to get through." Quinn said an accusatory gleam in her eye.

"Hey! It wasn't my fault. Just because I tweet that we're going out of town, doesn't mean that it's an open invite for the paps to see us off."

"Maybe not you but to them, that's exactly what it means. Come on, you grab a twin I grab a twin. I already called Karofsky and Azimio to guard us." Santana nodded with a petulant pout. It really wasn't her fault.

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'Quinn, Santana when's the wedding?'

'Let's see the twins!'

'Quinn how do you feel abo-'

Karofsky shut the door with a scowl on his face. Don't get him wrong, he loves his job. He just hates the fact that there is a need for his job. That people would steep so low as to put someone in danger just for a quick pic. He groans as he checks another person out of the town cars way.

Quinn sighed, she hated it too. She loved her little family and would be absolutely devastated if anything happened to them.

Santana looked over at Quinn. She saw the slightly distressed look on her face. So she silently took her hand in hers and gave it a squeeze.

Quinn looked over and gave her a relieved smile.

"You ready to take two small children on a plane?" Quinn asked.

"Well, let's just hope they keep sleeping." Santana replied. If her children are anything like her, they surely won't.

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Quinn sighed tiredly as they got off the plane. Luckily, the twins slept peacefully throughout the flight.

Santana's parents were picking them up from baggage claim, and this would be the first time she met them. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't nervous.

Quinn grabbed both of the baby carriers so at least if Santana's dad wanted to attack her for impregnating his daughter out of wedlock, she'd have them as a shield.

"Quinn come on, my parents are waiting." Santana demanded. She hadn't seen her parents in like forever and was super excited.

Quinn followed with a fake smile.

As soon as Santana's parents came into view, she shot off like a rocket. Quinn got lucky that her fiancé still had the sense to keep the luggage in her hands.

"Mami, Papi! I've missed you, so much!" She screamed, launching herself into them. She wrapped her arms their necks, standing on her tip toes to reach.

Quinn smiles sadly. She gets a chance to really look at Santana's parents, when the shorter girl shifts.

Her fiancé looks exactly like her mother. Carlos, her dad, has to hold in a chuckle sometimes when he looks at them stand next to each other because they're so alike. Santana does have his dark brown eyes though. And, if Quinn looks closely she can see a small burn mark on his hand just like Santana has on the back of her neck. She hasn't asked what happened, yet but she will soon.

Quinn panics slightly when Santana let's go and turns around. She then realizes it's because Royal had started crying and she was just kind of standing there, staring.

Santana took the carrier out of Quinn's hand and set it on the floor. She picked Royal up and turns back around toward her parents.

"Mami, Papi, this is Royal Summer." She whispered. Royal had now calmed down and was looking around-as much as she could-wonderfully confused.

"Can we hold her?" Maribel asked. Her hands were already reaching out despite Santana's lack of answer.

Santana chuckled. "Of course you can." She handed her off and her mom immediately melted.

"Hi, Royal I'm your Abuela." Maribel whispered. Santana got Beckett and handed him to her dad.

"And this is Beckett Ryan." She introduced.

Quinn looked around awkwardly. She felt like she was intruding on a private moment. She's rather convinced that Santana forgot she's here.

After another painstakingly awkward five minutes, Carlos finally seems to notice her. The anxiety comes back and Quinn thinks she liked it the way before anyone noticed her.

"And who is this? One of your body guards, Santana?" Santana chuckled and Quinn looked offended. Santana took Quinn's hand and pulled her up next to her.

"No. This is my fiancé, Quinn Fabray." Quinn coughed awkwardly as Carlos eyes bored into her.

"Fabray? You wouldn't happen to be an author, would you?" Maribel asked. Quinn smiled.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Fiancé? Funny, I don't remember anyone asking me for permission." Carlos said.

Quinn gulped.

"Um, yeah. Well, at the time you guys weren't talking so I figured it wouldn't matter. But, I do love her if that's what you're wondering. And yeah I didn't mean to get her pregnant, but I love my kids too." Quinn ranted.

"What do you mean, you didn't mean to get my only daughter pregnant?" Carlos asked.

"Okay daddy. What do you say we head home we've been in this airport way too long and the twins are starting to get fussy." Santana intercepted.

Quinn breathed a sigh of relief when they agreed.

God, she loved her fiancée.

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They got to the Lopez residency rather quickly. She actually had know idea that she grew up just a city away from the Latina. It makes her wonder if they had met earlier would their lives be completely different.

Quinn was led all throughout the decent sized house by Santana. Her parents hadn't let go if the babies yet so Santana ended up driving.

After the impromptu tour, Quinn was devastatingly tired. She excused her self from the group and headed up to Santana's room to nap.

As soon as she left, Maribel started hounding Santana with wedding Questions.

"Do you have a date?"

"No, we have a season though, we were thinking late fall early winter of this year." Santana told her mom.

"Okay, I like that. Weather won't be to bad. Inside or outside?" Maribel had started writing things down and Santana chuckled.

"Depends, but probably inside."

"Colors?"

"Pink, purple, and blue. But, like the pastel version." Maribel nodded jotting down the information.

"I got you. So, do you know what kind of dress you want?" Santana smiled.

"I was actually hoping we could so that today. Papi will keep Quinn and the babies company, while you and me can do a little wedding shopping." Maribel's face lit up with happiness.

"Okay! Let me go get my purse."

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Quinn yawned and stretched as she woke. She honestly felt refreshed and powerful. Ready to take on anything Carlos through at her.

She headed down the stairs only to see just Carlos.

"Excuse me. Mr. Lopez, where's Santana?" The older man looked up from his newspaper.

"They went shopping. The twins are in my room sleeping."

"Oh." Quinn said slightly confused.

"Come here, Quinn. Me and you need to have a little talk." He said patting the seat next to him. Quinn gulped. Maybe she wasn't ready.

"What about, sir?" She asked sitting down.

"Tell me about yourself."

"Um, well. I'm a author. I have a ten year old son who lives with his mom and step dad. I don't see him often. You, see I accidentally got my high school girlfriend pregnant when we were sixteen. It seems I'm good for that." She chuckled.

"How'd you and Santana meet?" Carlos asked.

Quinn smiled.

"When I was in high school I was apart of a glee club, so they had a reunion. I went and Santana got dragged along by some of her friends. They told me not to talk to her. I didn't listen. Next thing I know I'm piss drunk and taking Santana home. I didn't know it was her until after. She told me she was pregnant awhile later. It took sometime. But when she was about five months pregnant I knew I was totally and completely in love with her." Quinn and Carlos were quiet for awhile.

"You know, Quinn. I like you. I think you're a fantastic young lady." Carlos said breaking the silence. Quinn breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank god." Carlos chuckled.

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Santana hopped into her childhood bed with Quinn after, putting the twins to sleep.

"My dad didn't threaten to murder you did he?" She asked.

"No. I think he likes me."

"Oh, that's good. I had fun with my mom."

"I'm glad I know how much you missed them." Quinn commented.

"You know who else I missed?" Santana asked playfully.

"Who?"

"You."

"Why? I see you all the time."

"I love you so much, that I miss you even when I with you." Santana said cuddling into Quinn.

"Awwww." Quinn said jokingly, so she could distract from her blush.

"Goodnight, Quinn."

"Goodnight, Santana."

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A.N. Reviews. Sorry for wait. All mistakes mine.