Thunder rumbling through the house woke Brittany up the next morning. She slowly blinked the sleep from her eyes and sat up out of Santana's arms. She smiled at Santana's groan as she shifted positions, closer to where Brittany was just laying. The blonde picked up a blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around herself like a towel because somehow she had lost her clothes in the middle of the night.
When Santana finally realized that the warmth of Brittany was gone, she propped her head up with her elbow and saw Brittany standing at the window, staring out into the storm that was raging over the town of Lima, having changed into her boy shots and a bra. Rain was beating on everything that was left outside and lightning crackled, making way for the thunder that was shaking the earth.
Santana rested her head on Brittany's pillow and just watched her. She loved Brittany and the way she looked at things. She thought everything was amazing and took joy in the smallest things. She always saw the best in people and the world was always brighter when looking into her eyes.
"Come back to bed," Santana whispered with a slight smile on her face.
Brittany looked over and Santana with a joyous grin before shimmying back into the bed next to Santana. The Latina ran a finger over the fabric of Brittany's bra, "No fair."
Brittany smiled and kissed Santana, "Good morning."
Santana grinned a sappy grin, "Good morning."
"It's raining," Brittany stated, running her fingers though Santana's hair.
The brunette nodded, "Yeah."
Suddenly Brittany's eyes lit up, "I want to go outside."
Quinn woke up to her stomach grumbling. She tried to ignore it, but it kept persisting and her baby started to protest by kicking. "Fine," she sighed and rolled over so she could shuffle to the bathroom before making her way to the kitchen.
Rachel woke up a few minutes later to an empty bed. She was worried that Quinn left in the night and sighed, making her way to the bathroom.
She padded into the kitchen to ask her dads if they'd seen Quinn when she spotted the blonde laughing with her daddy. They were standing at the stove making pancakes and hash browns, side by side.
Rachel smiled in the doorway at the sight. She was glad her dads liked Quinn and visa versa. After a few more seconds of voyeurism, Rachel walked into the kitchen, "Good morning."
Quinn grinned and smiled at Rachel, "Good morning."
Trevor hugged his daughter and kissed the top of her head, "Good morning."
Rachel wrapped her arms around herself. It was really cold in the kitchen. "It's freezing. What happened?"
"The heater went out and this storm has brought a huge cold front with it," he rubbed Rachel's shoulders. She had changed into a tank top and pajama pants in the bathroom before making her way downstairs.
Rachel's eyes immediately went to Quinn to make sure the blonde was warm. She smiled when she saw Quinn wearing one of her cardigans and some of her sweatpants. "Are you warm enough?"
Quinn nodded with a sweet smile, "Yeah. I'm fine."
Rachel peered over her daddy's shoulder, "Are those pancakes?"
"Don't worry. They're vegan pancakes princess," Quinn smirked.
The songstress grinned, "Yay!"
Quinn and Trevor laughed at Rachel's excitement and went back to making breakfast. Rachel's dad walked in a few minutes later, announcing that the HVAC guy was going to be there sometime between noon and four before, he went to making fresh orange juice while they all talked and exchanged laughs.
Quinn looked over her shoulder at Rachel who was sitting on the counter behind her debating the legitimacy of Liza Minelli's EGOT. "Oh puh-leeze," Rachel rolled her eyes, "Of the handful of actors who have EGOT-ed, Liza and Barbara actually worked for theirs."
"A Grammy Legend award?" her dad raised an eyebrow.
"She deserved it!" Rachel sputtered, "She has two Tony awards for two totally separate plays in two different decades!"
"They gave one to Willie Nelson too," her dad stated.
"Two Tonys!" Rachel emphasized her statement by holding up two fingers.
Quinn gave a small chuckle. This was something that she would have found annoying a few weeks ago, but now it was adorable.
"If you take away the spoken word Grammy wins, half of the EGOTs are gone," Rachel's daddy added getting some plates down. This started a whole new debate on the legitimacy of spoken word albums between Rachel's fathers.
Finally Quinn caught Rachel's eyes and shot her a sweet smile. Rachel smiled back bashfully and winked at the blonde. They hadn't talked about what they were going to do or how far this was going to go, but right then, they were happy.
"Why did no one bring up the fact the Barbara Streisand didn't actually win a Tony?" Quinn asked, looking at the pancake she was flipping. A round of gasps came from all three Berrys. Well, at least they were happy.
"I'm so cold," Brittany squealed with a smile and streaked into Santana's house. Santana chased in after her and they both ran to the bathroom, taking a warm shower.
Just as Brittany was rinsing out her hair, Santana heard her phone ring. She hissed, "Shit," and scrambled out of the shower taking a towel with her.
She answered her phone, knowing it was her mom as indicated by the special ringtone. "Hey mom."
"Hi," her mom stated, "How are you? Is the house okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine and it's okay," Santana furrowed her eyebrows and laid down on her bed, "What's wrong?"
"There's a huge storm on the way and we're stuck here for a few days until it blows over," her mom explained, "All the planes are grounded and the roads are too dangerous for cars right now."
"Oh," Santana shrugged, "Well, have fun on your extended vacation." She saw Brittany saunter out of the bathroom in Santana's bathrobe. She waited until she was sure Santana saw her before starting to pull at the belt, letting Santana know she was about to pull it open.
"Since we don't know how long we'll be gone and we don't know if your brother will be able to get back before we can, I'm going to need you to find someone to stay with until we get back," her mom said in her ear, as Brittany pulled open the robe, revealing her toned body clad only in midnight blue lingerie.
"I'll stay with Brittany," Santana stated.
Her mom sighed, "You know I don't like you staying there. Her parents don't pay attention to anyone but themselves. If I'm in town it's okay, but not now. I love Brittany and she deserves such better parents."
Santana tried to concentrate on the conversation as Brittany let the robe pool at her ankles. "Um, who else is there?"
"Didn't you stay at a girl's house a few weeks ago?"
"Berry?" Santana asked, earning a raised eyebrow from Brittany. Santana shook her head at the blonde who made her way to the bed.
"That's her name?" her mom asked.
"It's Rachel."
"Why don't you see if you can stay with her?" Santana's mom asked, hopefully.
Santana closed her eyes as Brittany crawled across the bed to her. Santana was in no room to argue. At this point someone could probably convince her to wear one of Rachel's stupid sweaters, "She'll have to ask her dads."
"Dads?" her mom asked, sounding surprised, "As in more than one?"
"Yeah, as in two," Santana saw the sultry look in Brittany's eyes and knew she had one thing on her mind, "Two gay ones."
"Well it's better than with Brittany's parents," her mom stated, "You said her last name was Berry?"
"Yeah," Santana bit her lip as Brittany swung one leg to the other side of Santana, straddling her without actually touching her.
"I think I worked with one of her dads a few weeks ago," her mom said as Brittany leaned down and planted a trail of kisses down Santana's neck, "I'll call and ask. Stay safe. Te amo."
"Te amo," Santana echoed, "Bye." She pressed the red button on her phone and tossed it aside. "You're mean," Santana growled as she pulled Brittany down for a long kiss. It didn't even register to Santana that her mom was probably having a conversation with Rachel's dad right at that moment about her staying with Rachel indefinitely.
However the blonde that was on top of her was the best memory eraser Santana had ever encountered.
After breakfast, Quinn and Rachel went back up to Rachel's room. "I really need to go pack." She picked up her long forgotten phone. She had one missed call and a text. The call was from Puck. He didn't leave a message so she didn't know what he wanted. And the text was from Mercedes asking if she was still going to move in today.
Quinn dialed Mercedes and told her that she was definitely still going to move in today, she just needed to finish packing. Mercedes seemed excited that she was coming over and let her go to finish packing.
"You have to go?" Rachel asked sadly, standing in front of Quinn at the foot of her bed.
Quinn took Rachel's hand and pulled her down for a slow, lingering kiss. When she pulled away she added, "I have to go, but I'll call you once I'm all moved in okay?"
"Okay," Rachel smiled. She kissed Quinn again before standing up straight, "Be careful okay?"
"I will," Quinn stood up, "Can I borrow these clothes?"
"Of course," Rachel picked up Quinn's folded clothes off of her desk chair. "Oh and you'll need this." Rachel picked up an umbrella that was leaning on her desk.
"Thanks," Quinn looked at the black umbrella and then at the close before looking at Rachel.
"Oh!" Rachel said and went to the closet. She returned with a canvas bag and took the clothes from Quinn, carefully placing them inside. "Do you need anything else? You know for your new room? Lamps, rugs…maybe a throw or something. Our basement is like IKEA."
Quinn chuckled, "I haven't even seen the room yet, but if I need anything I'll let you know."
"Okay," Rachel smiled, "Well, have fun. Someone's helping you right?"
"Brittany volunteered Santana," Quinn assured Rachel, "Stop worrying. It'll be fine."
"Sorry," the singer looked at her and folded her hands, "I just…"
The blonde interrupted her with a kiss. Quinn rested her forehead on Rachel's. "I know. It's sweet. Just chill."
"Okay," the brunette nodded.
"I'll call you when I get settled in okay?"
Rachel nodded again, "Okay." She was just trying to not to stay anything stupid to ruin this relationship before it started.
There was a knock on the door to Rachel's room. Rachel walked to it and opened it. She smiled, "Hey daddy."
"I just got off the phone with Mrs. Lopez," he told her, "She's stuck out of town so Santana is going to stay with us for a few days. I just wanted to let you know."
Rachel sighed. Santana had become bearable, but usually only when Brittany was around. Now she was going to be stuck in a house with the Cheerio until this storm left. The talk she and Santana had in the parking lot on the hood of her car did give her a little hope. Santana seemed playful yesterday. She just hoped that wasn't saved for when Brittany and Quinn were around.