Santana POV

"To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It's based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of sacrifice, courage, kindness and love." I read slowly the words in the back of the frame, writing in black ink with that so beautiful cursive of hers.

This is the most cute and meaningful photo someone has given to me so far. Well I've only received gifts of photos from her, but still so. This particular image of the three of us warms my heart, and it's a new one, just one of the few we have. This is from last week or something I think, and we couldn't look more happy. Even Bella is smiling from ear to ear showing her cute little dimples.

Happiness is not something already made. It comes from your own actions. My and Quinn's actions has lead us to this happy place that seemed impossible a few months ago.

This feels so damn great that I don't even have words.

"And the best Christmas gift goes for... me!" I joked before kissing those soft lips that were already smiling at me.

"I'm glad you liked it. We got lucky with your gifts too, right baby?" Quinn happily asked to our daughter that kept playing on the floor with some interesting walker teddy bear.

The moment I saw that creepy thing I knew that Bella would love it. The pink fat bear walks and talk at the same time, what's best for a little girl than that? I'm sure she's more happy with that gift than with all the clothes that Quinn and I gave to her aside of another toys.

Quinn also gave me another gifts, but this photo I'm holding in my hands is the best fucking gift I could have asked for. And my beautiful wife looks happy with the white gold chain I gave her as well.

What can I say, we're a consumerist family.

I put the picture beside me on the couch and I bring Quinn closer with my arms, hugging her small body while the sound of some stupid show about Christmas invade our living-room.

I kissed the side of her head and she rested on my chest almost instinctively.

I stopped worrying about being perfect a lot time ago because honestly no one is, well except maybe, Quinn of course, but that's another story. Now my focus is on being that right person for her and Bella. The person that will love them for ever, understand, and care about them.

This morning when I woke up, feeling Quinn's waist still under my hand with her nose almost touching mine, we opened our eyes at the exact same time, and I don't know why, but somehow, something felt different.

A good kind of different.

It wasn't the amazing sex we had this morning or the sweet kisses we shared. It was just her, it was just Quinn and the fact of having her with me this special day.

I felt peace, and I haven't felt like that since a long time ago.

"It's crazy how much she likes that bear." Quinn giggled on my chest sending vibration through my body with the sound.

We both watch dumbfounded Bella playing with the big bear ignoring the TV altogether.

"That's because she's getting big, now those simple boring toys doesn't catch her attention anymore."

"I know, her first birthday is in two months."

"And we'll make her the best birthday party ever!"

She chuckled sweetly before kissing my neck with her smiling lips, cuddling further into me like a cute little kitten before successfully putting her hand under my hoodie. She likes to do that since I know her, that's her personal gesture.

I sigh without even knowing it at the contact, supporting my head over hers as we both keep watching Bella with big smiles.

Is there anything better than this moment?

I fucking doubt it.

"My dad called this morning by the way."

And just like that, the magic is gone.

Holding on to resentment only gives you tense muscles and headache. And since Quinn is lying almost on top of me she quickly noticed the change.

I already don't like to where this is going.

"This morning when? I've been with you all the time."

"When you were showering, he called to wish us a happy Christmas."

"To wish you and Bella a happy Christmas better say."

"Please Santana, he's not that bad."

"Whatever, why are you telling me this? I don't fucking care if he calls you or not." I can't help but let my mood change with just the mention of Quinn's dad. Or any member of her family for that matter.

"I'm telling you because they will be back in a couple of days and he wants us to spend New Year's eve with them."

"What?"

Did I just hear right?

I pulled back my arm from around her and I settled better on the couch looking at her incredulously.

This must be a joke.

"They want us to have-"

"I heard you the first time Quinn." I said with a heavy sigh.

It's not a secret to anyone that my relationship with Quinn's family is anything but good. Which is fucking ironic because they loved me before what happened in our wedding night. Now I don't know which one of them would like more to see me dead.

So no, going there to spend New Year's eve it is out of discussion.

"We don't have to go if you don't want to, but I think it could be good for all of us."

"Good? How so? Tell me how dinner with your crazy family could be good?"

"They already know the truth Santana, and so does Franny. Everything will be fine."

"Please don't lie, your mom has never be so fond of me, less your stupid father."

"You're exaggerating things right now, and please just, try to be more nice when you talk about them."

"I don't give a shit, you know what I think of them and I'll not hide it."

"Alright, look" Quinn said sighing, looking a little bit annoying just like me. "We don't have to answer just yet, just think about it this week and then we'll decide what to do, okay?"

"You can go if you want, I don't have to think about anything."

"I'll not go anywhere without you Santana, don't be silly. I'm just asking you to think about it."

"I'm not going to think about this bullshit, I won't go anywhere." I said trying to sound calm but my voice gave away the feeling of resentment.

I shake my head before stand up, walking to the kitchen for some water to cool off my rage.

"I'm just trying to make things better between you and my family again, that's all."

"Well I don't fucking care, I don't care about your family."

Just when the words are out of my mouth I realized how upset and out of me I sounded.

But damn, this topic really makes me want to punch something or someone.

I try my best to not turn around and see most likely Quinn with a sad face so I just keep walking towards the kitchen for that glass of water.

Way to start our first fucking Christmas together.

Thank God we invited the guys for lunch today, otherwise this apartment would have been a desert full of silence, if that makes any sense. Rachel apparently was too busy with her new boyfriend so she couldn't make it. But Kurt and Blaine were here.

Blaine made a really delicious lunch with Quinn's help while Kurt and I played with Bella and the new gifts that they got her. Her smile when she saw the small dolls and ponies was fascinating.

Sadly, after our small and unnecessary argument this morning Quinn and I have been practically ignoring each other. And well, Kurt being the nosy person that he is, he asked me immediately what I did wrong this time which made me feel even more angry.

Why the hell is it always my fault? This time it was Quinn's fault for sure.

I mean, what is it to like in Quinn's family? They all are control freaks, perfectionists and they hate me. Why I would want to spend that night with them? I mean I get that they're Quinn's parents and all but I'm not going to stand nasty comments or glares towards me all the damn night. The question was out off limits the moment Quinn even suggested to go there.

I know that she's doing this for our own good, for the good of our own family, but I can't help but feel angry with this situation, which make me feel mad at her as well, stupidly enough.

After lunch, Quinn and Kurt made cookies and the guys stayed with us a few more hours before leaving.

Now, is a whole different story, more uncomfortable and painful than a few hours ago because we're alone. Bella is sleeping in her room and I'm watching some shitty movie while Quinn is already under the covers in our bed, and it's barely 8 pm.

Indifference often do a lot of damage, now I feel like we're back a few months ago when everything between us was a war. And the fact that today is Christmas and we're all in different rooms doesn't help with this ache in my chest either. In fact, it makes it worse.

And I blame Quinn's dad for calling this morning and ruin everything.

Idiot.

He's always so damn uptight and demanding with people. I may not have gone where I intended to go, maybe I'm not some successful businesswoman traveling around the world but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.

I know I have history of making decisions very quickly without thinking too much. I have the bad habit of not only see the worst in everyone but to assume that everyone is a bad person, many times in this relationship I have been a victim of my own optimism and hope, but I also know, that this same relationship has healed me. Quinn healed me and I like to think that I healed her as well, so her dad has nothing to do here more than accept our love.

I understand that he wants to protect her for all the bad things in this world, but I think Quinn is big enough to make her own damn decisions.

Maybe someday soon I'll gain courage and tell him just that. But honestly, and leaving aside all the rage, maybe is not even about having dinner with her family for New Year's eve, is about the fact that I'm still not accepted for people that is truly important for Quinn, her mom, dad and sister. And now that I find myself alone in this couch, thinking over and over again the same thing, maybe I shouldn't have overreact this morning.

The void in my heart is telling me that much.

She even say that we didn't have to go if I didn't want to, so why the hell I got so worked up? We're not eighteen again for fuck's sake. We shouldn't argue over such stupid things.

I really missed her this day.

I'm still missing her actually, like crazy.

And this feeling really needs to go away now.

With that thought in mind I quickly stood up from this lonely couch and I walked towards our room.

I won't waste my time fighting with the woman I love, less for her stupid dad and his invitation.

I made sure that Bella was still sleeping before reaching our bedroom. And I opened the door.

I found Quinn curled up in her side with the covers over her head, no part of her was visible and the sight made me feel angry with myself.

Without doubting I walked the few steps left and I lifted the blankets, cautiously getting under them behind Quinn before spooning her, hugging her body tight against me and burying my face between her neck and shoulder.

Just this closeness and the warm of her body makes me feel happy again.

She wasn't sleeping at all apparently, because when she turned around to face me I could clearly see that she had been crying. And luckily she didn't punch me away or something, she just supported her head under my chin, on my neck.

I kissed her forehead and she sighed deeply in the sensitive skin that she was biting just hours ago. Then her arms finally encircled my waist.

It's not good pretending that any relationship is perfect, because they're not. Hell I think we're a clear example for that. What has always made me feel bad with myself are all those times where I was the one to blame for something, and Quinn would always be nothing but nice with me. Now again, I think I shouldn't have said those thing or acting like a maniac, I pretty much said that I don't give a fuck about her family when she was just nicely asking me to think about it.

I inhaled her sweet smell and I relaxed with the soft touch of her fingers in my back. Sometimes is still hard to understand the effect she has over me, the incredible things I feel in my body with just a word, a kiss or a touch from her.

A girl should be three things to catch everyone's attention and make them lift their feet off the ground: classy, pretty and sweet.

Quinn is beyond that, that's my only logical explanation as to why I'm still so crazy about her even when we're fighting with each other.

We stayed still for long minutes, just enjoying our hug under the blankets, but then she lifted her head and looked down at me.

There's nothing but love and sadness in her eyes, and they're still kind of red for the tears that I caused. I tightened the hold on her waist and I closed my eyes to not see those sad eyes.

And then just like that, she kissed me.

I felt the soft touch of her lips pressed against mine and I lose myself with the warmth and silkiness of her mouth. I slowly rolled us over without breaking the kiss and I was on top of her in just seconds.

There's just something about being over Quinn's body, feel her beneath me with her hands lost in my hair that always drives me crazy.

"Is Bella still sleeping?" She murmur still brushing her lips against mine as she wraps her small arms around my neck.

I just managed to nod when she opened her legs, putting my body between them and making some fucking nice contact with her crotch and my dick.

Goddammit.

Quinn slid her fingers softly through my hair, needing something to hold onto and then she crashed our lips together again. She takes hold of my face with one hand as we both start to add more passion into the kiss.

I can't not do it. I can't possibly resist or think in any other thing that's not Quinn right now.

I slowly lifted her dress, all the way up until it reached her breasts and she gasped with the contact of my hands on her bare skin. I caressed with my hands her boobs over her bra in a lazy motion and that made her thighs clench together.

My dick is already hard and swollen asking for release. I feel like I'm going to burst at any time and we haven't even started yet.

I break our kiss to gain some well needed air and our eyes meet. Over our moment, over this joining. It's as if all fights or arguments between us vanished, and even though I'm not inside her yet, even though my whole body is trembling with need, I feel like we're one. We're already one.

...

There wasn't even an inch of her that I didn't taste, even the taste of pleasure between her legs. Everything. And it was mind-blowing as always.

I kiss her chin and jaw while we both come down from our high after a wonderful orgasm. She sighed relaxed in my ear through her perfect nose and it gave me goosebumps.

I know how ticklish she is, so my hands on her hips, my mouth in her neck with my voice muffled against her skin telling her how big is my love made Quinn do some crazy movement with a small and low giggle.

I pulled my now soft dick out of her and I almost miss the contact immediately, but I don't think I can stand another round either.

I lifted my head and I looked down at this beautiful woman that stole my heart almost eight years ago without even trying. And she looks gorgeous. Her eyes are still slightly closed with her cheeks kind of blushed and a tired smile on her lips.

Sex looks so damn good on her.

Quinn's hand made contact with my chin before mumbling an apologies.

"I'll never force you to do something you don't want to Santana." Quinn said still breathing unevenly from beneath me.

I brushed back blonde hair that was stuck to her forehead, and then I took advantage of our closeness pecking her lips.

It's just impossible sometimes to not kiss her all the time. And I blame her soft lips and the sweet taste of her tongue for that.

"We don't have to talk about this right now, okay? Let's just enjoy what remain of this day." She smiled, nodding but still with some trace of sadness in her eyes. "How about making dinner together before watching some sappy movie about Christmas? I'll wake up Bella and we can finally teach her how to speak for once."

She giggled again. And that's enough to melt my heart and calm my doubts about being a terrible wife this morning.

I stand up from bed collecting our clothes that were all over our room with a new fresh air.

Every couple needs to argue now and then just to prove that the relationship is strong enough to survive, right? I think that long-term relationships, like ours, the ones that matter, are all about fights and understand each other.

This is not our first argument over something and I'm sure as hell it won't be the last either, but as long as we can be fine at the end of the day, I think everything's gonna be okay.

That's what I'm hoping for.

New York's weather to me, is possibly the best fucking weather of all the world. I love cold weather, not because I almost never feel cold but because when it rains or when it snows here it's simply beautiful and breathtaking.

With Quinn though, the cold has definitely another effect. She feels cold all the time and I don't know why I find that so adorable. Besides that always give me an excuse to hug her or take hold of her hands to warm them. Not that I need one anyway, but I have to say that the cold has always played in my favor with her.

Now, she must be wearing the double of clothes she normally use. But even so, I don't recall seeing someone so gorgeous here in this building.

In this planet better say.

A black skirt, not too short -but still a little short to me- a white tight blouse that stresses her figure in shape, black tights, heels and an elegant gray coat. That combined with the intoxicating smell of her perfume it's just, perfect.

I was even about to suggest a little something something before heading here to the office but just in that precise moment, Judy decided to arrive to our apartment to take care of Bella.

And it will be like that until we can find someone for that job. For now, I'm afraid I'll have to see Quinn's mom everyday.

This morning she was strangely nice with me though, she even wished me a good day with a smile and patted my shoulder.

I remember looking at Quinn surprised with wide eyes and she just grinned rolling her eyes before taking my hand to head out.

Fabray women, always so hard to read.

I looked to the side just in time to see Richard finally letting go of my wife's waist taking a step back before sitting on his chair again.

I just let him hug her more than eight seconds because I know he's fucking gay, otherwise I wouldn't.

"We're so glad to work with you again Quinn, we missed you."

"I missed this firm too, I honestly couldn't think of another place to start working again."

"Are you sure she can't work next to me?" I asked Richard again trying to hide my disappointed.

"Santana," He shook his head with an amused smile that I don't like at all. "I already made the transfer to have her working on the same floor as you, do not ask me now to move her office next to yours. Leave her alone for awhile. You're lovesick."

He grinned and I rolled my eyes. Then I felt Quinn's hand grabbing mine and the thin line of my lips was quickly replaced for a smile.

I think lovesick would be accurate.

"We'll be just a few steps away." Quinn assures me with the rub of her thumb over the back of my hand.

"Alright then. Santana already knows where your new office is so she'll take you there. I'll send you an e-mail with details about the changes that have been implemented in this company since you left and then I'll schedule a meeting with you to talk about a new case that I would like you to resolve. Also I'll like to read with you some documents about new laws as well, not all of them are of common sense and your opinion could help us in our next seminar."

"Jesus Richard. let her breathe, will you? It's just her first day." I said supporting my hand on Quinn's small back while they both giggled.

What is so damn funny?

"Glad to know your knight in shining armor will look after you here Quinn."

"I won't have to worry seemingly."

Smiling is definitely one of the best beauty remedies, I already feel like the healthiest person alive with the smile Quinn throw my way after what she said, that so gorgeous smile of hers.

"Now Santana, please take Quinn to her new office so we can all start working." Our young boss kindly commanded.

"Alright."

"Thank you again, Richard." Quinn smiled politely and Richard just nodded before focus back again on his papers.

Without another word we walked out of his office.

The carpeted floor diminishes the sound of our heels as we walk. It's kind of funny see all the stares on us. Everyone who is already working is watching us, or Quinn better say.

I don't fucking care if we're at work, I still took Quinn's hand in mine while I walk her to her new office. There's a lot of new people here since Quinn quit and I don't want them to have any ideas with her.

"I don't know what you said or how you managed to convince Richard, but I'm glad what you did." Quinn confessed once we stopped in front of her office.

A door and walls made of glass.

No funny business in Quinn's office then.

"Anything for you princess." I said tilting my head, watching her.

She definitely shouldn't look so pretty with a blush on her cheeks.

"See you later then?"

"More soon than later babe." I winked and she just shook her head smiling before entering her new office.

I started walking too.

I learned, that for every single minute that you are angry you lose a minute of happiness. I have with me what I've always wanted and dreamed so I shouldn't lose my time on being an idiot again.

Perhaps, I'll even try to think about what Quinn asked me the other day. If that's important to her, then it's important to me.