Santana's P.O.V
"Have I told you how cute you look when you have on your glasses?" I ask as I lie next to Rachel, on my stomach. She's in my gray sweat pants and a white wife beater with my laptop in her lap.
"Don't think so." She says with a little smirk.
"It's like...sexy librarian." I say and she chuckles.
"Is that one of your kinks?"
"If I say yes can we role play?" She chuckles and shakes her head.
"Maybe."
"What are you doing anyway?" I ask as I move closer to her and wrap my arm around her waist.
"Sending an email." I move her shirt up slightly and kiss her hip.
"Almost done?" I ask. She closes the laptop and takes her glasses off, sitting both of them on the nightstand by my bed. She turns on her side and lies down with me then wraps her arm around my neck.
"Done now."
"Good. So how are we feeling right now? Little man bothering you?" I ask and she shakes her head.
"I feel fine."
"Then one last question."
"What?"
"Why are you still dressed?" She laughs.
"I could ask you the same thing." I raise my eyebrow.
"You're up for sex?" I ask and she nods.
"Are you up for sex?" She says. I push at her hip until she lies on to her back. I move on top of her and she opens her legs, allowing me to settle between them.
"I will be." I say as she wraps her arms around my neck. I lean my forehead against hers and look in to her eyes.
"I love you." She smiles and pecks my lips.
"I love you too." I kiss her, nipping her bottom lip gently. She tugs at the hem of my shirt and I lift up slightly so she can pull it off. She takes my bra off, following my shirt and then pushes me onto my back and kisses down my collar bone, between the valley of my breasts and gently drags her teeth along my breast. She slowly licks around my nipple before gently sucking it. I try to maneuver out of my pants because they're too uncomfortable now.
"Mm fuck." I moan when Rachel slides her hand down my boxers and grabs my dick, stroking it slowly. I pull her shirt over her head in one swift motion and roll her onto her back. I suck her neck and slide her sweat pants down and discover she has on no panties. Nice.
"Baby no." No? She pushes me to my back again and pulls my pants and boxers off, removing her jogging pants completely also. She crawls up my body and kisses my lips.
"I want to be on top." She grips my dick at the base and slides it between her pussy lips, making it slick with her juices. I rest my hands on top of her thighs as she leans forward on her hands. She starts to move her hips back and forth, teasingly rubbing her wet pussy against my dick.
"Stop teasing me." She leans into my neck and licks from my neck to my ear.
"Why?" She whispers before sucking my earlobe into her mouth. I can't take it. I slide my dick into her entrance and she gasps loudly.
"Santana!" It comes out as a cross between shout and a moan. She puts her hands on my shoulders and lowers her hips until I'm completely inside her.
"Jesus." I moan and she bites her bottom lip as she slowly starts to rock her hips back and forth.
"You're so big." She moans and I grab her ass as she starts to move her hips faster.
"You love it don't you?"
"Mmmmhm." She moans and starts to bounce slightly while rolling her hips faster.
"You feel so fucking good baby." I say as I lean forward and suck her nipple into my mouth. She leans back and I hold her by her lower back as she continues to ride me.
"Ohhh Santana." She bites down onto my neck and I grab her hips, holding her down as I thrust up into her.
"Fuck yes." I moan. She pushes me back down on the bed and rides me harder, more determined to reach her climax. I match her pace and she moans louder.
"Oh yes, I'm so close." As she rides me I feel her walls getting tighter, like she's flexing her muscles or something and god it feels too good. I rub her clit and grip her thigh tighter as I get closer to my orgasm.
"Fuck Rachel." A few more thrusts and I completely come undone, feeling and hearing Rachel following right after. She digs her nails into my shoulders as she cums and then lies on top of me after coming down from her high. We lie there, sweaty and breathless and wrapped up in each other until my phone rings. No way I'm getting that.
"Your phone is ringing." Rachel says from her spot in my neck.
"Who gives a shit? Not important." I say.
"It could be. You should check it."
"Yeah, later." She shakes her head.
"I'm tired."
"I bet you are." I say with a chuckle.
"Take a nap. We have a few hours before I go meet dad number two." Rachel told her fathers she was pregnant before telling me so it's like mandatory that I meet them now. They want to meet my family too but I figured it would be better to start with me first. Since I already know one dad, the second shouldn't be too hard. He'll probably like me just as much as Dr. Berry does.
"I know. Are you nervous?" She asks me as she draws random patterns on the inside of my wrist.
"Nope. If Dr. B likes me then your other dad probably will too."
"Daddy...is a little harder to please. He's overprotective."
"I'm not scared. What's he going to do? Shoot me?" She doesn't respond to that but says.
"He'll have to at least tolerate you since you'll be around for a while." I can't figure out if I should be offended by that so I shake my head and roll my eyes.
"I'm awesome and undoubtedly the best looking person you've dated." She scoffs.
"You haven't seen everyone I've dated." I shrug and wrap my arms around her waist.
"Don't have too. I know I look better."
"Anyway -" She stops talking as her phone rings then gets up to get it. She reads a text and sighs.
"What's wrong?" I ask and she turns towards me.
"Daddy has to go to work so you can't meet him for lunch today." Cool.
"We can try again tomorrow baby. Or another day." She nods and then my door opens.
"Oh! Sorry!" Emily says as quickly closes my door again. Rachel looks terrified that Emily just saw her naked and I can't help but laugh.
"It's not funny!" She says and then goes into my bathroom. I get up and put my bra and boxers back on and open the door to see Emily still standing there.
"You have to start knocking." I say and she nods.
"Sorry. Puck is here."
"Why?" I ask and she shrugs. I walk out the room and past her. I go to the kitchen because that's always where Puck is. He's in the middle of making a sandwich when I walk in and he nods his head to me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"Make sure Rachel didn't kill you. She looked pissed yesterday." I shrug and sit at the table.
"She's pregnant." Puck stops what he's doing and looks at me seriously.
"And it's yours this time?" I nod.
"Are you sure?" He asks as Emily walks in.
"Sure about what?" She asks as she goes to the refrigerator. Why is she so...happy today?
"Rachel's prego." Puck says and I roll my eyes. Emily gasps and looks back at me.
"Seriously? And it's yours this time?" I nod and she squeals excitedly and comes to hug me.
"Congratulations!" She practically yells in my ear. I roll my eyes and say thanks before she pulls back from the hug.
"Why is Santana being congratulated?" Rachel asks and Emily hugs her excitedly.
"You told them?" Rachel asks and I nod.
"It's hers right? Don't lie." Puck says and Rachel scoffs.
"Yes. I am not that kind of person." Puck shrugs.
"Just checking. Congrats then and it better be a boy." Puck says as he goes to hug Rachel.
"How far along?" Emily asks.
"Not very. Few weeks." I say.
"Did you tell papi?" Puck asks and I shake my head.
"I'll tell him so you two keep your mouths shut." Emily nods and Puck shrugs. Rachel sits next to me and we hear a door open. Puck pulls his gun out and aims it towards the hallway we all look to see a blonde scurry out of Emily's room and into the bathroom. We all look at Emily and she turns away.
"Who the hell is that?" I ask and she shrugs.
"You slept with her?" Puck asks and Emily blushes.
"What's with all the questions?" Emily says at the same time Rachel says
"Why did you pull out a gun? Does all your family members carry firearms? I do not want that around our child!"
"Calm down. No more guns Puck but I'm more concerned about the blonde in my bathroom. Emily." I say and she shakes her head.
"It's not a stranger." What the hell does that mean? The bathroom door opens again and
"Brittany?!" Puck and I yell at the same time. She gives us a confused look and then says
"What? Why are you guys so loud?" She walks into the kitchen and goes to into my refrigerator.
"You slept with Em?" I ask as Britt pours herself a glass of orange juice. She glances at Emily and then takes a sip of her juice.
"How the hell did...nevermind. Rachels pregnant Britt and it's really mine so you don't have to ask." I say and Britt hugs Rachel and starts to talk to her. I take this time to pull Puck out of the room and into the living room.
"So you're really gonna be a mother?" Puck says and I nod.
"Are you going to do what you tried to do last time?" He asks and I nod.
When I found out about Alana being pregnant I was thinking about quitting the business. I only told Puck though and he said he'd help me try to convince dad.
We both know that my father will be pissed about me trying to leave. I'm basically the backbone of this whole thing. He will probably try to say that he had two kids and stayed in the business but Puck and I were exposed to shit I will never expose my kids to. I knew how to kill someone and get rid of the body properly by the time I was 10. No kid should know that. Hell no one should know that.
"When do you plan on telling dad?" He asks and I sigh.
"Rachel leaves in three weeks. I figure if we can kill Finn, he'll be cool with me leaving."
"So you want to kill him in three weeks?" I nod.
"What if that doesn't happen?"
"Then I'm still leaving. Rachel is pregnant. I can't keep doing this. I could die or go to jail and leave her alone with a baby." Puck nods.
"Any plans in mind?" I shake my head.
"How about you just talk to Papi? He might be pissed but might understand if you tell him about the baby." Puck may be right. My father can be reasonable at times so maybe the happiness of a grandchild will make him even more reasonable. Maybe.
"I'll talk to him today." Puck nods and we go back in the kitchen.
We try to get more out of Emily and Britt but they won't budge. But I think I saw them kiss before Brittany left. After Britt left, Puck took Emily with him and Rachel and I got ready to leave. She said she had to go to her fathers and then we'd meet up later to go see a movie. This gives me a chance to go talk to my dad.
When I get to my fathers he's watching a movie. I sit next to him and steal some of his popcorn.
"Hello Santana." He says.
"Hey. So I got some news." He pauses the movie and cuts the lights on then looks at me.
"What is it?" He asks.
"Rachel's pregnant and yes it's mine."
"You're sure?" He asks.
"Yep." I eat some more popcorn and he smiles widely.
"That's terrific Santana! Are you happy?" I nod.
"Very." He sits next to me and then hugs me with one arm.
"Congratulations."
"Thanks."
"How far?"
"About a month." He nods.
"So I need to tell you something else." He turns towards me, smile still in place.
"Rachel's going back to New York and I want to go with her." He nods.
"Okay."
"I want out of the business." His smile drops.
"Why?" He asks as he looks at me seriously.
"I'm going to be a mother. Rachel needs me. I can't keep doing this."
"I was a father and still did my job."
"And exposed Puck and I to stuff we shouldn't have seen. You were a good dad but I don't want to be the parent you were. I don't have to be that. I can't do this papi, I can't." I say and he stands up. He goes over by the table and picks his cigar up out of the ashtray.
"Eight months. That baby doesn't come for another eight months."
"You expect me to keep doing this for another eight months? More like three weeks."
"Three weeks?! I can't replace you in three weeks Santana! I need you here!" He yells. Ugh fuck.
"I have a life too papi!"
"And you chose this life Santana!" I stand and sigh.
"And now I choose to leave it! I'm not going to be like you!" He squints his eyes and stares at me.
"And how exactly is that?"
"A bitter lonely person. You're bitter because mom left you. She left you because you were to greedy to give up this business. You lost your happiness because you chose this life. I don't give a fuck about the money! I want out!"
"Well it doesn't work like that Santana! You are mine. My employee until I decide that you aren't! Do you understand?" He's standing directly in my face now. I turn around and leave. Fuck this shit. I'll do whatever the fuck I want. I just have to be cautious.