Quinn held Santana for a few more minutes before they heard the tell tale sounds of Michelle thundering around the house. They pulled apart and moved to get dressed.
"Whose jeans are those?" Santana asked as she looked at the baggy pants on her girlfriend. Quinn looked down, remembering that she threw on whatever was closest in her rush to get back last night.
"Julian's." She shrugged, as she pulled them off and slipped into a pair of her own jeans. Santana looked through her suitcase, thinking about what wouldn't aggravate her legs too much. She grabbed a pair of yoga pants and a tank top and threw them on, she pulled her hair into a ponytail and turned back to Quinn. "Ready?" Santana nodded and allowed the blonde to pull her out of her room.
"Momma!" Michelle hollered as she launched herself into Santana's arms. The latina gasped a bit as knee's hit her thighs but she just hoisted the girl onto her hip.
"Hey baby." She said, hugging the girl into her body. "I missed you."
"I missed you too, but I had so much fun! Emma's parents are silly! They let me play with the kitties and I got to see some ducks at the pond."
"Really?" Santana smiled, as Michelle emphatically nodded. "That's so cool. I'm glad you had a good time. Is daddy up?"
"No. Emma say's he's sick." She pouted, "He better feel better because the wedding is tomorrow!"
"He will babe." Santana smiled, putting the girl on the ground.
"Hi." Michelle said, once she noticed Quinn was in the room as well. "I like your dress." She said, the relationship between the two bonds was still awkward. Quinn was stand offish because of the fact she gave her up and didn't want to overstep her bounds, and Michelle could sense that.
"Thank you." Quinn smiled, "You look very pretty as well." She noticed the little cross that she once wore around the girls neck. "You're wearing the neckless."
"It's pretty!" Michelle replied, her fingers playing with it. "I love it."
"I'm glad." she replied, looking up at Santana who was beaming.
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Santana knocked on Will's bedroom door and entered before she received a response. The lights were out and the curtains were drawn shut, she crawled into bed next to Will.
"You're awake." She whispered, he groaned and rolled over to face her.
"How'd you know?" He replied, studying her face.
"I know you." She smiled, "I'm so sorry."
"Don't. It's my fault. I shouldn't have kissed you, I shouldn't have invited Brittany..."
"Don't make excuses for my problems. You can't shelter me from bad things, I know you want to; but that's not how life works. You helped me realize that bad things are needed in our lives to remind us how good it can be. Don't make excuses for my actions, Will."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, it's just scratches." Santana replies, "I think they hurt you and Quinn allot more than me."
"Did you talk to her?"
"Yes." She sighed, "I did, I told her everything and she's nervous; understandably, but we're okay."
"Okay. I got scared last night. You're my best friend and I love you, I hate seeing you in pain like that."
"I love you too, and I'm okay. I got reminded of my priorities."
"Yeah?" He smirks, "What are those?"
"My life. Quinn, who I love more that I think I can even comprehend. That bat-shit crazy little girl we have running around, whose gonna totally be a killer in high-school. You and Emma who have known me and loved me when no one else did. You guys are my priorities, you're my life." Will wipes away the tears in his own eyes before pulling Santana into a hug. "Now, get your ass outta bed and go out and eat pancakes with me."
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Santana woke up wrapped around Quinn, their limbs intertwined. She heard the door crack open and little feet scurry across the floor and crawl into bed next to her.
Santana carefully rolled onto her back, which made Quinn curl her body as she moved. Santana smiled as Quinn tightened her grip around her waist and rested her head on the Latina's shoulder. Michelle mirrored the position on her other shoulder, leaning close to the older girls ear.
"She looks like an angel." Michelle whispered, making Santana smile.
"She does, doesn't she." Santana whispered back, tangling her fingers in the child's hair.
"Are you gonna marry her, like daddy is marrying Emma?" Michelle asks.
"I'd like to someday, maybe. Would that be cool with you?"
"Yes." Michelle smiled, snuggling closer. A little while later, Will wanders into the room looking for his daughter and observes the scene. Santana cracks her eyelids open and sees him smirking.
"What can I say." She whispered, trying not to laugh.
"Always the charmer, Lopez." He laughs, causing Quinn to groan and start to wake up. Will backs out of the room before Quinn opens her eyes, she props herself up on her elbow.
"You're so good with her." Quinn whispers, watching her biological daughter sleep on her girlfriend.
"Lots of practice." Santana sighs, pulling the blonde down for a quick kiss. "Do you think you'll want to raise kids someday." She asks timidly. Quinn looks from the blonde child to her girlfriend.
"Someone should look like Michelle. God knows Will and Emma's spawn will be ginger's." Quinn smirked, causing Santana to bust out in laughter accidentally waking Michelle.
"Why are you laughing." She whines, rubbing her eyes.
"Sorry." Quinn replies, pushing the girls hair out of her face.
" 'sokay." Michelle yawns sitting up, and crawling into Quinn's lap. The older blonde tentatively wraps her arms around her for the first time since she was an infant and rests her head on top of Michelle's.
Santana just smiles and knows that her priorities are just right.