Unexpectedly Yours

14.

Santana's point of view

We spent the rest of our time at Quinn's cabin making love, talking, and holding each other. We really didn't want to leave, but we knew we had to go to school the next day. On the ride home we talked about what we planned on telling my parents and anyone who asked us.

"I want to be totally honest with my parents," I said.

"Absolutely, we owe that to them. I don't want to seem disrespectful to them because they have given me a place to stay…and also my fiancée."

I grabbed her free hand and squeezed it.

"Ok, that's settled," I said happily.

"Now what about everyone else," she asked.

"Would you be against having Jacob do an article on us for the newspaper and his blog," I asked.

"Hmm…" she said.

"It's up to you, Beautiful. I just thought that we'd only have to announce our engagement once. Wow!' I said.

"What?"

"I just said, 'our engagement'…It sounded so cool coming out of my mouth!"

"Haha!" she laughed.

"So what do you think?"

"I think it's a great idea," she said and smiled.

"Ok, I'll talk to him first thing tomorrow," I said and kissed her hand.

"Santana," she asked.

"Yes, Quinn," I replied.

"Thank you for coming with me and for changing my life," she said while she kept her eyes on the road.

"Well, thank you for inviting me…and I plan to always change your life, for the absolute best," I said and smiled. She tilted her head in my direction so she saw my expression.

Then we arrived home.

"We're home," I yelled as we walked into our house.

"Hi, girls, did you enjoy yourselves?" my Mom asked.

"We had a wonderful time," I said and smiled.

"It was life changing," she said and smiled at me.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. I'm making dinner so if you're hungry," my Mom offered.

"Actually dinner sounds great, Mom, thank you," I said.

"Yes, it does. We have news to share with you so dinner will be the perfect setting to talk," Quinn seconded.

"Go unpack and come back down in like forty-five minutes," my Mom said.

"Cool, see you later," I said. Then we ran up the stairs.

We unpacked and threw everything in the washer and dryer. We helped each other and were finished in just enough time.

We ran quickly downstairs since we smelt the delicious Mexican food.

"It smells wonderful, Mrs. Lopez," Quinn complimented.

"Oh, thank you, Quinn," she said as she noticed me pull Quinn's chair out for her.

As soon as we sat down and got our portions of food, I started the conversation.

"Well, Quinn and I had a wonderful time at her cabin, which was beautiful," I started.

"How was the weather," my Papi asked.

"It snowed on Friday evening after we arrived," Quinn said to him.

"Yeah, it was pretty," I continued, "Quinn gave me this beautiful necklace." I gently picked it up from my skin and showed it off.

"Aww. That's pretty, Quinn," my Mami said.

"And Santana, what did you get her," my father asked.

"Funny you should mention that, Papi. As you know I got her the bouquet of flowers and I wrote her a poem. But it just didn't feel like it was enough."

"It was though, San," Quinn said lovingly.

"Anyway, we went to the outlets on Saturday and I found something that I just knew belonged to her…" I started to say. I gently reached her hand, pulled it up from her lap, and rested it on the table.

My parents looked at the ring and then looked at each other. In a minute they looked at Quinn and me.

"Santana, that is beautiful…Um, is that what I think it is?" my Mami asked genuinely.

"Kinda…" I replied.

"Please explain," my Papi asked as he shoveled food into his mouth.

"I see it as an 'I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, but we are too young for marriage' ring," I said and smiled at her.

"Oh, you proposed," my Mami asked hesitantly.

"Yes, I did."

"And Quinn you said, 'yes'?" my Dad asked her after he took a sip of water.

She looked into his eyes and said, "Yes, sir, I did. I would like you and Mrs. Lopez to know that we don't plan on getting married tomorrow or the next day, but one day in our beautiful future, I will be her wife."

"Mami and Papi, she makes me truly happy. The ring that is on her finger means that no matter what happens we are going to go through it together. We are each other's lives. I was so excited to buy it and propose to her because I knew I'd only be doing it once in my lifetime. I am beyond proud for Quinn to be that once in my lifetime! I love her with my whole heart," I said.

"And I love her with my whole heart," Quinn said.

My parents looked at each other again. When they turned their heads back to us they both wore the biggest smiles on their faces. I took a huge sigh of relief.

"Hey, Quinn," my Papi said.

"Yes, Mr. Lopez…"

"Please call me Alex and her, Maribel," he said.

"Oh, ok…" Quinn said shocked, but continued, "I'm sorry I never called you, 'Dr. Lopez'…"

"No worries, dear. They only call me that at the hospital," he said and chuckled.

"Well, thank you both very much. I love your daughter with my whole heart and I can't wait to show her every day," Quinn said with the widest smile on her face.

"We all know that," my Mami said.

I got up and went to their side of the table. They saw this and stood up. We had a Lopez family hug.

"Thank you so much for accepting me, Quinn, and our love for each other," I said as we hugged.

"We know when our baby is in love and we couldn't deny you that," my Mami said.

"That's right, mija. But…" my Papi started.

"Yes," I said.

"You're moving out and moving into my old apartment which is closer to school anyway. It's still furnished…" my Dad said and smiled.

I dropped my arms in complete shock.

Quinn saw this, got out of her seat, came over to our small group, and asked, "What's wrong, Baby?"

"Um, they are giving us an apartment that my Dad already owns…" I said still shocked.

"Ok, hold up…Are you kidding?" Quinn asked and sounded a lot like me.

"Oh geez, honey, we have another Santana on our hands," my Dad said and laughed out loud.

I just tilted my head and looked at her.

"We're not kidding," my Mami said and smiled.

Quinn and I grabbed each other and jumped up and down in excitement.

"We are giving this to you as a test run. We want to see if you two are really as committed as you say you are. If I hear that you skipped school to stay home, you come back into this house. Understood?" my Dad said authoritatively.

"Yes, sir. We won't let you down," Quinn spoke for the both of us. I nodded my head in agreement.

"Ok," he said as he handed us two keys.

Then we finished the meal together.

After we finished cleaning up, my Mom asked, "Quinn, could I speak with you for a moment?"

"I'll be upstairs," I said and kissed her cheek, and then continued, "I'm gonna text Brittany and tell her the good news!"

My Dad walked back into the kitchen.

Quinn and my Mom walked into the living room.

Quinn's point of view

Once Maribel and I were in the living room, I sat down on the couch. She followed me and sat down beside me.

"Maribel, I just want to tell you that I so appreciate everything you and Alex have done for me and Santana. I love her with everything I have. She is the best thing to ever happen to me," I said sincerely.

"I know Sweetheart, we think you are the best thing to ever happen to our daughter," Maribel said.

Then she looked at me awkwardly.

"Is everything alright?"

"Um, we found this in the mailbox…" she said and handed me a white envelope with my name written on it. I instantly knew who had delivered it.

"Wow! Dad?" I whispered.

"We honestly didn't hear anything. If we had we would have invited him inside," she told me.

"Maribel, please don't worry about it. I think it was best that you didn't…"

"If you'd like I can sit here while you read it in case you need someone…"

"I appreciate your offer, but I'm going to go upstairs and read it with Santana," I said, "But thank you again…"

I got up from the couch and climbed the stairs. I walked into our room and she raised her head from her cell phone.

"Brittany is happy for us, but is so-" Santana said.

I didn't look up at her. I just kept looking at the envelope.

"Beautiful, what's that?" she asked.

"I got a letter delivered here," I said almost in a whisper.

"From who?" she asked as she repositioned herself on the bed.

"I'm guessing it's from my Dad because I don't think my Mom would…" I said and suddenly became weak.

"Quinn," she yelled as she saw me start to lose my footing. She ran and caught me just in time.

"Thank you," I said as she led me to the bed.

"Are you okay?"

"Honestly, no, but you're here so I'll will be."

"I'm always here for you," she said confidently.

"Thank you. Read it to me?" she asked as she handed me the envelope.

Santana's point of view

I hesitated and she saw this. She put the envelope in my hands. We both sat down on the bed and got comfortable. She cuddled next to me.

"Ok, here it goes," I said and then continued, "'Dear Quinn, Happy Valentine's Day. I hope you and Santana enjoy your first Valentine's Day together. As you may know it is a holiday for lovers. And you two are certainly in love. We should all know this kind of love and acceptance. I am sorry that I haven't been a good role model…'"

I paused, looked sad, and then asked, "I think I should stop and have you continue to read it."

"Why? It has to do with the both of us…" she asked.

"It's too personal for me to read to you," I said sincerely.

"You're going to be my wife, San, and I want to include you in this. Please keep reading?" she said with a shaky voice.

"Ok, Beautiful, I will. 'I wish, Quinn that there were two letters in this envelope, but sadly there's only one. I'm very sorry. You're probably thinking if I was so sorry then why did I allow you to walk out so easily or why I didn't stand up for you. I honestly don't know. I know that this isn't the thing you wanted me to tell you. My only defense is that I was confused and scared, but that doesn't justify what I did. I am sorry. Your mother doesn't know that I am writing to you and she doesn't need to know anyway. After you left with Santana, I locked myself in my study and I'm not sure what she did. All I know is that the next morning, she was gone so I went to work. When we both came home the topic wasn't brought up. I was still trying to process it. Why haven't I reach out sooner? Good question with a not so great answer…I was afraid. I know that I shouldn't have let it get this far. I also know that you may not believe this, but I have to try. I don't want to totally lose you over this, Quinn. I hope we can talk. You can tell me everything you love about her…how she makes you feel…and about your future. I truly want to be a part of your life. Please take some time to think about this…I'm here…Love, Dad'…" I finished the letter, folded it back up and handed it back to her.

Holy crap! What a letter. What do I say when she asks me what I think?

"So…thoughts? Comments? Questions?" she asked.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked as I got up and went to the window.

"I don't know what to believe…this letter or myself," she said honestly.

"In this situation believe in yourself more than the letter…believe in us," I told her.

"I do, San. I'm just wondering why he couldn't call me up to have this conversation. Why did he feel that a letter would be better?" she asked.

"I'm on your side, always, but it's like he said, he was scared."

"He shouldn't be scared now. He should have been scared when I was coming out and they threw me out. It feels like he needed time to become comfortable with all this."

"Maybe he did," I said.

"So what do I do?" she asked.

"If it were me and my Dad in this situation, I'd talk to him and try to work it out," I said. I thanked my lucky stars that my Dad accepted Quinn and me.

"This wouldn't happen to you and your father," she said.

"It might have and that's why I cherish my parents," I said and started to get sad.

She cupped my face in her hands.

"I didn't want you to be upset," she said.

I looked into her green eyes and said, "We are a strong, committed, and loving couple so, my dear, when you're upset, I'm upset. I can't help it."

She kissed me on my lips and I melted into her arms. We kissed for a long time.

Afterwards, I stated assuredly, "Quinn, I want you to call him!"

"You always support me, do you know that?" she asked and smiled brightly.

"It's my job and I take it very seriously," I said firmly.

"Do you now," she said teasingly and seductively.

"Of course," I replied with a smile as I was being dragged back to the bed.

She pushed me down. I sat on the edge of the bed so she could straddle my lap.

I held onto her back so she wouldn't fall backwards.

She cupped my face again and whispered, "I love you so much!"

"I love you so much more," I whispered back.

Then she kissed me hard. I returned the kiss with as much longing, devotion, and passion as possible. Our tongues massaged each other softly at first, but when we both began to get into it they began to thrash against each other. Our heads tilted back and forth. Our hands went on their own journey of new discovery. We gravitated backwards and my back hit the mattress with a thud. She took it upon herself to lie totally over my body. I didn't complain at all.

"Santana," she yelled softly.

"Quinn," I answered back.

My hands were all over as much of her body as they could reach. She helped a little, but she was trying to do the same to me.

"Do you wanna?" I asked in between kisses.

"I always wanna…" she started, but then continued, "your parents…"

I took her lips in another hungry kiss.

She laughed in the kiss.

"San…" she said while I was still trying to kiss her.

"No, no," I whined.

"We gotta stop baby," she said with disappointment in her voice. I loosen my grip on her and she wiggled out of my embrace and stood up. She stretched her whole body to get calmer and level headed again.

"Can I ask you something," I asked as I sat Indian style on our bed.

"Always," she replied.

"What do you think about when we kiss?"

"Wow! I, um, think about how I can make that kiss better than the one before…I think about not hurting you, both physically and emotionally…I think about how kissing you doesn't compare to kissing anyone else in the world."

I looked at her in amazement.

I thought to myself.

Quinn Fabray was in not only my house, but in my room and most importantly in my life. I could have never imagined this in a million years. But there she is. And she chose to be with me. She didn't have to at all. She could have laughed in my face or told me to go away, but she didn't. And to top it off she's choosing to spend the rest of her life with me. How did I get so lucky?

Quinn's point of view

"Santana! Did you hear me," I said as I got her out of her own head.

"Um, no, Beautiful, what did you say," she asked dumbly.

"Where were you," I asked with a smile.

"I was just thinking about the most beautiful, loving, caring, affectionate, kind hearted, gorgeous woman I know," she said.

"Oh you were thinking about Brittany?" I asked and waited for it to sink in. Then I smiled widely and winked.

"Nope!" she yelled.

"I'm kidding San…Calm down!" I laughed.

"Whew!" she said with a smile.

"I'm going to call my Dad now," I said.

"Good…do you want me to give you some privacy?"

"No. You're not going anywhere. In fact I'm putting the conversation on speaker…" I said as I dialed my father's cell phone number. Then I hit the speaker button.

"Hello?' my father said.

"Hi, Dad, it's me…and Santana," I said.

"Hi, Quinn and Santana," he said with relief in his tone.

"How are you, Mr. Fabray?" Santana asked.

"Um, I am okay…thank you…how are you two," he asked.

"We're good…" I said guardedly.

"That's good," he replied. Then there was silence on both ends.

"I need to say something if I may," Santana said.

"Sure, San," I said and smiled.

"Mr. Fabray, sir, the last time we spoke was…interesting to say the least. I want to apologize for my part in this…" she began, but I interrupted her.

"Santana, you did nothing wrong!"

"Yea, I kinda did, Quinn. I stole you from your parents…" she continued.

"Santana," Mr. Fabray said.

"Please allow me to continue," she sincerely asked.

When there weren't any objections, she continued, "I stole 'her' from you. I stole the Quinn you knew. I came out of nowhere and sat at your kitchen table and changed who you thought she was. I did this all with the best intentions at heart, though. Mr. Fabray, I am truly in love with your amazing daughter. I can't picture my life without her in it. She is my world and I plan on spending every day making sure she knows this. Every day I wake up excited to see what obstacles we will overcome and how much our love for each other will grow…"

"Have either of you proposed," my Dad asked.

"Yes, sir, I did very proudly," she said.

"And Quinn you accepted," he asked.

"Yes, I did with a heart full of love for her! As we've told Santana's parents we don't plan on getting married tomorrow or the next day, but I will be her wife. No one is going to come in between that…" I said firmly.

"That's good…marriage is a big step so I'm glad that you are thinking like adults and waiting," my Dad said.

"Dad, can I ask you some questions," I asked insecurely.

"Yes, go ahead," he said and took a deep breath.

"Ok, why didn't you stand up for me?" I asked and reached for Santana's hand. We entwined our fingers and squeezed each other's hands.

"I, um, was shocked. My straight daughter came out to me as a lesbian…"

"That's why you didn't defend me," I asked surprised.

"It was a lot to take in. And your mother was going off on one of her rants. I hate when she does that…"

"That's no excuse," Santana said and quickly covered her mouth.

I grabbed her hand and lowered it to her lap.

"You are definitely right, Santana, there is no excuse," he said.

"So tell me the truth," I said.

"The truth is that I love you, Quinn. And I am so very sorry for not fighting for you," he said.

I had begun to cry. "All I wanted was for my parents to accept my love for her, Dad," I said.

"I'm sorry," he said with a shaky voice.

"Can you try?" I asked.

"Yes, I can. I don't know what your mother is planning on doing, if anything, but you have my support and anything else you two need," he said with sincerity in his voice.

Santana saw me take a huge sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Mr. Fabray," Santana said for the both of us.

"Santana, it's Stan," he replied.

"Thank you, Dad, I truly appreciate it," I said.

"I'm very glad that we spoke," he said, "is there anything else you need right now?"

"Well, we are beginning the process of moving out of Santana's parents' house and into an apartment that Dr. Lopez has which is closer to school. I'd like to have the opportunity to get all of my belongings from my room. I have the most important things, but there are things I had to leave behind when I left. Is it possible for us to come pick it up next weekend?" I asked.

"Absolutely, um, do you want me to drop everything off or do you want to actually come to the house yourselves…" he asked.

I looked at Santana and she looked at me.

"I think we should come to the house so your Mom can't say that we didn't try with her," Santana said.

"I think I agree," I said and smiled.

"Do you want me to tell her to be around on Saturday when you come or do you want to chance it," he asked.

"Hmm, you do what you think is best, Dad. If she's home okay, if not, that's okay as well," I said.

"Ok," he said.

"We may bring Brittany and Rachel to help us," she suggested.

"Ok, sounds good…" he said.

I smiled.

"Ok, thank you for talking with me," he said with sincerity.

"Thank you, Dad. I truly appreciate it. Please know that I am in the best hands possible! I've given my heart to her and she has given hers to me," I said and wiped a tear away from my eye.

"Thank you, Santana, for loving my daughter with all your heart. I know that she is deeply in love with you," my said.

"There are no words, Stan, to justly describe what I feel for her and how she has impacted my life," she said.

"We'll see you on Saturday. I'll text you with a time," I said.

"Ok, great. Love you Quinn," he said.

Then he hung up.

I put the phone down and ran to her arms. She wrapped them around me tightly.

"I'm glad that worked out," she said and kissed my forehead.

"So am I," I whispered.