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"What are you two doing up here?" Brittany asks, walking into their bedroom with Olivia on her hip and a cup of tea in her hand.
"Reading," Santana says, placing a small kiss on the top of Nico's head. "He woke up from his nap early, and you were out with Liv, and I needed to get changed before my meeting with Rachel."
"You know, Rachel probably won't care if you're not in a business suit before you meet with her."
"I know, but it makes me feel better about working from home," Santana says. "Speaking of," Santana says, throwing the book on her end table, "Rachel should be here soon. Do you mind opening the door for her while I pretend that I'm super busy in my office?"
"Of course, not, honey, but do you really think that's necessary?"
"It makes me feel better," Santana says, leaning down and kissing Brittany on the lips. She hands Nico to her. "Thank you?" Santana asks.
"Of course," Brittany says, rolling her eyes at her wife.
"Well, Ms. Berry, it isn't the norm for my clients to ask for meetings with me, especially when I have no legal documents to look at, so, if you don't mind me asking, what can I help you with today?" Santana asks, placing a pile of contracts she'd already gone over back in their file.
"I actually came here on false pretenses, Santana," Rachel holds up her hand before Santana could protest her use in her first name. "I'm not here to discuss any legal issues. I'm here about babies. Or, the future baby, rather."
"Oh my god," Santana says, leaning back in her seat with a sigh. "You and Quinn are not ready to have babies yet! What the fuck is it with the lesbian u-haul! You know my friend Sasha from college is moving in with a girl she's known for a month? A month! Getting out of her lease and everything. Britt and I were together for 5 years, 4 officially before we moved in together. We waited over ten years to have children. You and Q are not ready, Rachel. I mean, are you even officially dating yet?"
"Santana, while I appreciate your concern that Quinn and I have lesbian U-haul syndrome, we are, in fact taking it slow. Quinn's moving and I will be staying in my own apartment, and there has been no talk of potential future procreation."
"Thank god."
"Besides, despite the fact that we are officially together, we haven't had sex yet."
"Now, that's just a lie, Berry. You two had sex in Big Bear and you had sex in Finn and Kurt's house. And who knows how many times in between."
"We're waiting now that we're a couple. Quinn wants to date me and take it slow."
"That's weird."
"It's romantic. Now, Santana, despite your valiant attempt at distraction, I'm here to talk about you and your future babies."
"We're not naming anyone Judy, Barbra, or Patti."
"I'm serious, Santana."
"Fine, whatever. What did you want to talk about?"
"Well, Quinn may have brought it to my attention that you and Brittany were having some discussions about the donor and whether the child should reflect both of you racially or biologically." Santana narrows her eyes at Rachel. "Now, I don't know for sure that you've ever met my dads,' Rachel begins, "but Hiram is Jewish and Leroy is African-American. I think of myself as half-black." Santana began to laugh out loud at this. Not her normal, polite laugh, but full, boisterous laughter, her head tipped back and her hands clenched together. "Santana!" Rachel hisses. "I know I'm not African-American, however, I have a parent and grandparents who are, and I never felt less loved or a part of their family simply because I did not look like them racially."
"Hold on, Berry. I'm sorry for laughing. If we're going to talk about this, seriously, Britt needs to be here, okay?" Rachel nods.
"That makes sense." Santana is fiddling with her phone. She immediately puts it on speaker.
"Honey, why do you call me when you could just walk outside to find me?"
"I just need you to come up here so that we can talk to Rachel about being raised by an interracial same-sex couple." Santana said, trying to fight back laughter.
"Oh yeah!" Brittany says. "I'll be right up. I always forget that Rachel is half-black." Rachel shrugs smugly to Santana.
"She's joking. I'm sure she's joking." Santana glares Rachel.
"I guess, the point of this whole conversation, is that I felt no less a part of my family because I didn't look like half of it. I just thought you'd like to know that before you made the decision about whether to use the same donor that you used for Nico and Olivia or go with a white donor this time."
"Thanks, Rachel," Brittany says. "It means a lot that you came over here just to talk about this with us."
"Well it was kind of Quinn's idea, but I thought it couldn't hurt."
"I'm sorry, I have to take this phone call," Santana says, excusing herself from the room and handing Nico to Rachel.
The truth is, her phone isn't buzzing. It's just the more they talk about the logistics of their new baby, the more stressed out she gets. Even though most of her clients came with her when she left the firm, she definitely has less work than she did a month ago. Brittany does well as a dancer, but she doesn't make the income that Santana does. The prospect of three children, and a lot of time when she can't work to her full potential worries her. Not to mention her fears about birth.
Suddenly, her phone actually does start ringing. She breathes a sigh of relief, knowing she won't have to lie when she goes back into the lion's den.
"Hey, Baby-D, what's up?" Santana asks.
"Nothing," Quinn says, sighing into the phone. "Why are you calling me Baby-D?"
"You're my new baby-dyke. And you want something." Santana says. "If you need help moving, the answer is no, I'm too busy. However, if you need help learning the mechanics of tribadism, fisting, or cunnilingus, I have all the free time in the world. "
"Gross, Santana. Just gross. Plus, you don't even know the moving date, how do you know that you'll be busy?" Quinn says.
"I know that whenever it is, I'm going to be too busy."
"You're a bitch, Santana. A disgusting bitch."
"You've been telling me this for years. Now, are you going to tell me something I haven't already heard?"
"I was just wondering what you and Brittany were doing for dinner tonight?"
"Why, are you inviting us over? Or are you inviting yourself over?"
"The latter," Santana rolls her eyes. "Look, we're moving tomorrow and there's nothing out for the girls to eat and I think they're getting depressed about the move, and I just thought it would be nice for them to get out of the house. You know how much they love you and their Aunt B."
"Fine. Whatever. Your girlfriend is here anyway. We're eating at 6, see you then?"
"Thanks, Santana." Santana walks back into her office.
"Who was that?" Brittany asks.
"Rachel's annoying girlfriend," Santana says, glaring at Rachel who just grins. "I kind of told her that she could bring her and the girls over for dinner. They're moving tomorrow, you know, so they don't have any food in the house, and I guess the girls are kind of down."
"I guess you better start cooking then, huh, sweetheart?" Brittany jokes.
"Jesus, Santana, are we having a dinner party, or what?" Maria asks, entering the kitchen, a Bloomingdale's bag on her arm.
"Oh hi, mom, nice of you to join us! I see you did some shopping!" Santana gives her a saccharine sweet smile. "How was your yoga class? Or was today the day you take that writing seminar at UCLA Extension? How's living the life of leisure in Los Angeles treating you?" Santana shoots to her mother while she chops vegetables.
"Why it's just lovely. I'm glad you understand why on a day in which my daughter has to meet with one client, a classmate from high school, and my daughter-in-law is off from work for three weeks, I would take time to do things for myself instead of baby-sit my grandchildren." Maria snarks back. They sit in a silent Lopez stalemate. Finally Santana sighs.
"Quinn and the girls and Rachel are coming over for dinner."
"Good, so they'll be plenty of food for Frank, too."
"Salsa Man is coming over for dinner?"
"Yes, Santana, and I don't want to hear anymore about it."
"Fine, whatever," Santana says.
Their house is full again. Even though it's a little stressful, and results in a lot of cleaning, both Brittany and Santana prefer a full house to an empty one. Harper and Hannah are playing outside with Lola, Frank is playing with Olivia and Nico, and Rachel and Quinn are catching up with Maria. Santana and Brittany are cooking with Lily as their sous-chef.
"Should we sneak some real cheese into these gross vegan enchiladas, Bean?" Santana asks Lily, who is standing on a stool next to her while they cook dinner. Brittany playfully glares at Santana.
"Mom would probably get really mad," Lily grins. "Hannah is a vegan now too. She says that dairy isn't good for her voice," Lily mocks. "So annoying." Lily carefully crumbles the cashew cheese onto the enchiladas.
"When I was a kid, I used to put weird things in my brothers' food when they were annoying me," Santana says, thoughtful, almost a little nostalgic.
"Santana," Brittany hisses.
"Not that I'm recommending that you do that!" She quickly amends, but Lily's smirk is already in place. "I was just reminiscing on my childhood."
"What does reminiscing mean?"
"It means remembering good things, Lily."
"Oh. That's nice," Lily says. "I wish I had brothers, instead of stupid sisters."
"Brothers can be just as annoying, Lily."
"Do you think you can do my hair like yours instead of in these pigtails? Then we can play guitar?"
"Once we put these in the oven, your wish is my command," Santana grins.
Quinn walks over to Brittany, after Santana and Lily disappear to the living room. She's holding Nico, who has been babbling incoherently to her.
"Should I be concerned by how much my daughter idolizes your wife?" Quinn asks. Brittany gives her a sympathetic smile and places a small kiss on her son's head.
"Yes," Maria yells from the kitchen table. Frank is sitting next to her, playing a game with Olivia that involves stacking blocks up on the table and knocking them down again, much to Olivia's delight. "Santana was an exceptionally difficult teenager. I think the only phrases she knew were 'No', 'I don't care', and 'leave me alone'. She also was a difficult child, and middle-school wasn't the best."
"Wow, Maria, thanks for the encouragement," Quinn laughs.
"Just being honest," Maria says. She turns back to Rachel. "Now, Rachel, tell me more about this ghetto doctor show you're going to be in."
"Well, despite your daughter's misgivings, I think it's a perfect opportunity to spread my wings a little and show my versatility as an actor…"
"She really still loves to talk about herself, doesn't she?" Brittany asks Quinn. Quinn nods.
"It's kind of endearing though, right?" Quinn asks, a little nervously.
"To each her own, Q," Brittany says, laughing.
"So, I believe you two owe us some baby-sitting," Santana says, gesturing to Rachel and Quinn once they've sat down for dinner. Rachel looks down in her napkin and blushes. She's still getting used to the feeling of being addressed as a unit with Quinn.
"What do you mean, Aunt S?" Lily asks, looking up at Santana with a mouthful of food.
"Yes, whatsoever do you mean, Aunt S?" Quinn asks, smirking. "And, sweetheart, no talking with your mouthful, you'll choke."
"That's a lot of BS, don't you think?" Lily asks, looking at Santana. Santana and Quinn almost choke on their food.
"Santana," Quinn growls at her friend. Santana simply shrugs. "Honey, don't say BS, okay?" Lily shrugs back at her mother and continues to eat.
"What I meant, mini-me," Santana begins, grinning at Quinn, "is that it's not fair that your Aunt B and I get to spend so much time with you and your sisters, but your mom and Rachel don't get to spend time with Nico and Olivia too. So we trade off so we all get the same amount of time."
"That makes sense. So, mom, are you and Rachel going to sing to each other like Aunt B and S did when they were girlfriends? Cause Aunt S could teach me something to play on the guitar. Then later we could do some reminiscing about it." It's Quinn and Rachel's turn to stare at Lily wide-eyed. Santana laughs out loud.
"We can talk about that later, sweetheart," Quinn says, once she's recovered her senses. "How about you focus on eating your dinner instead of asking questions, okay?" Lily shrugs again, but appears to focus on her dinner.
"Besides," Santana says, "Aunt B and I weren't girlfriends when we sang Landslide. We were just friends who loved each other a lot." Brittany winks at Santana and Maria rolls her eyes.
"What's going on?" Frank whispers to Maria.
"I'll have to explain later. It's long. And complicated."
"So, Q, Berry, as I was saying, I know you're not free this weekend, but B and I were thinking about getting out of town sometime next week, do you think you could watch the twins? Just for a night."
"I would do it," Maria explains, "but I'm spending this coming week in New York with Christian's family."
"Yeah," Quinn says, "I think things should be mostly settled down from the move by next week. What do you say, Ray?"
"I would love to take care of your little angels," Rachel says, beaming at Santana. As if on cue, Nico drops a handful of enchilada onto Rachel's lap and claps his hands and giggles.
"Comida para Ray!" He says to her, smiling. Rachel can't help but smile back.
"Si. Rachel necesitaba comida," Rachel says.
"Your Spanish is terrible, Rachel," Santana says.
"Your son takes after you, Santana."
"Why are there little pieces of paper in my enchilada?" Hannah asks. Lily smirks and Santana blushes.
"So, Frank how are things going at work?" She asks wide-eyed, effectively moving the conversation on. Brittany flicks her shoulder and Santana just grins.
Everyone leaves by nine, and Santana can't remember the last time she was so tired. It had been a long day. She brushes the relatively long hair out of Olivia's eyes and gives her a kiss before meeting Brittany in the doorway.
"They're cute, don't you think?" Brittany asks, as they shut the door to Olivia's room and walk toward their bedroom.
"Our babies?" Santana asks. "Obviously."
"No, Rachel and Quinn."
"I guess," Santana says. "In that creepy, asexual, you kind of get on my nerves sort of a way." Brittany rolls her eyes.
"They kind of remind me of us when we were kids."
"Gross, Britt. Please take that back."
"No," Brittany says, grinning. She grabs at the hem of Santana's shirt as they enter the room, pulling her closely to her. "It's cute. In that nervous, excited to be around each other kind of a way."
"We're still like that." Santana says, smiling into Brittany.
"No. I domesticated you."
"Can't be domesticated." Brittany raises her eyebrows at her and pointedly looks over Santana's shoulder at their bedroom.
"I seem to remember a bedroom that always had an empty glass of wine and a glass of water by your bedside, not an empty sippy cup and a glass of water, San."
"That's one example. And Nico woke up early from his nap today and I had to change for my meeting with Berry so I brought him in here with me."
"The Very Hungry Caterpillar is on the table. Not The Best Lesbian Erotica: 2018."
"I'm sorry, Britt, but as much as I enjoy that book, it doesn't seem like appropriate reading material for our son."
"The only toys left out are building blocks and rattles."
"Okay, it's enough."
"Although, I must say, you are just as messy as you were before we had children. Just with different kinds of toys."
"You know what, Britt," Santana says, playfully, "you say this now, but wait until you see how undomesticated I am when we get out of town next week."
"Oh yeah?" Brittany asks, grinning and playfully pecking Santana on the lips.
"Yeah. It's going to blow your mind. Circa 2021 style."
"That was a really good sex year for us." Santana laughs.
"I love that you measure years in how good the sex was."
"I like to keep track of important things," Brittany says, kissing Santana again on the lips. "Let's get ready for bed, okay?"
"Girls, I want to talk to you about something before we go to bed, okay? Wash up and brush your teeth and then come into my room, okay?"
Quinn gets changed into her robe quickly and waits for the girls to finish getting ready and join her. She sits on the edge of the bed, not sure what to do with her hands, not even sure what to do with herself, as she waits to have this conversation with her daughters. Hannah pushes her door open, sitting cross-legged on the ground across from the bed.
"Are we in trouble, mom?" Hannah asks. Before Quinn can answer, Lily is pushing the door open.
"Are you getting divorced again?" Lily asks, quietly, crawling onto Quinn's bed and laying down on her stomach. Harper pushes the door open again and crawls onto Hannah's lap, resting her head in her sister's shoulder as she yawns.
"No and no. I wanted to talk to you about Rachel." The three girls wait for their mother to continue. "You guys like spending time with Rachel, don't you?" they nod.
"Definitely." Hannah says.
"I like it as long as the two of them aren't singing," Lily says, glaring pointedly at her older sister.
"Well, Rachel is going to be spending a little more time around here. Well, not around here, around our new house."
"We figured she wasn't going to stop coming over just because we moved." Hannah says, rolling her eyes.
"No," Quinn nervously laughs. She shuts her eyes for a fraction of a second. She's about to come out to her children. They obviously won't reject her, they're children. But, what if they don't understand? What if she doesn't know how to explain this to them? It's her job to make sure that they're happy and healthy and what if they took all of their Grandparents words to heart or resent her for breaking up their family.
"What's wrong, Mommy?" Harper sweetly asks from her sister's lap.
"Nothing, sweetheart. I just meant, Rachel is going to be spending more time around here because she's mommy's girlfriend. Like you said today, Lily. Like Aunt B and S were before they got married."
"Wait, so Rachel wasn't already your girlfriend?" Hannah asks.
"Yeah, I thought she was your girlfriend, too." Lily says, turning her head to look at her mother. "When she picked us up from school the other day I told Tommy that she was my mom's girlfriend and he said it must suck to have two moms and a dad because there's so many grownups bugging me to clean my room. Which is pretty clean since we packed everything. Then I told him that it was awesome because I don't have two moms, I have one Mom, one Dad, and a Rachel, and having a Rachel is pretty fun, unless she and Hannah are singing."
"Yeah," Hannah says, rolling her eyes at the last part of Lily's comment. "I thought you were already girlfriends because you guys make stupid faces at each other like Aunt B and Aunt S after they do it all the time. Susie, from school, she has four dads," Hannah says, her eyes widening. "She says it's the best because she gets two of everything."
"Four dads?" Quinn asks, her face confused.
"Yeah," Hannah says, looking at her mother like she's an idiot. "There's Daddy and Papa and Mark and Jay, her stepdads. You know them, mom! You took me to a sleepover at her house! Remember, you and her step-dad Mark talked forever about boring grown-up stuff." A look of realization crosses Quinn's face.
Lily and Susie run upstairs before either of the adults really get a chance to speak to each other. Quinn laughs.
"Quinn Fabray," she says, extending her hand.
"Mark Wilson," he replies. "Would you like to come in for some coffee?"
"Maybe a cup," Quinn says as they cross the foyer, "but I have a meeting with my real estate agent in twenty minutes so I can't stay for long."
"No problem," Mark says. "I just brewed a pot." He gestures for her to sit down in the living room and she takes a look around the room, and at the parts of the house she can see from where she's seated.
"You have a beautiful home," she says when he returns with the coffee."
"Thanks so much," he says, taking a seat and placing his cup on the table in front of him. "So you said you have a meeting with your real estate agent. Are you moving?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"Where from?"
"Well, right now we live in Beverly Hills, but that house was my ex-husband's idea and it's not really my style, plus it's always been way too big for us."
"Where are you looking?"
"Everywhere really. My friends from childhood have been living in Silverlake for years, but I think it might be too bohemian for me," Quinn says as Mark shows her into the living room for coffee after the girls run upstairs. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm looking for a place with a little more artistic flair to it since living in Beverly Hills for the last eight years, but Silverlake seems a little extreme."
"It is a little 'mid-twenties hipster' for my taste." Mark says.
"Right? I mean, it makes sense for them. Brittany is a dancer with a little bit of a bohemian side and Santana's a lawyer who likes to pretend she's still 21." Mark grins, pouring coffee into Quinn's cup.
"It's definitely perfect for single people," he says.
"Oh, they're not single."
"I mean unmarried adult roommates, without children who can deal with the bar crowd and the like."
"No, they've been married for, god, five, maybe six years now? It's hard to keep track. They have twins, they're just about to turn two."
"Oh. Oh," Mark says.
"They live in hills, above the reservoir. It's nice up there, and there's some nice restaurants on Silver Lake, and they're near the dog park."
"I see."
"Plus, Rachel lives in Franklin Village. I just feel like I should move further east since most of my life is further east these days."
"Who is Rachel?"
"Rachel's our aunt!" Hannah says, excitedly running into the room with Susie by her side. "Well, not really our aunt the way Frannie is our aunt. She's like mommy's friend aunt. She comes over all the time, she's totally awesome."
"I see," Mark says, smiling. "Have you thought about Los Feliz at all?"
"No, well, not until today. You have a lovely home."
"Thank you. Taylor and I have been here for four years and we love it. It's a little quieter than Silverlake, but it still has that youthful, artsy feeling to it. Plus it's right by Griffith Park, the school system is good, should the kids ever need to go to public school. We have our own carpool, and it pretty much sits right between Silverlake and Franklin Village."
"I'll have to think about it," Quinn says, finishing her coffee. "I'm sorry, but I have to make that meeting with my real estate agent."
"Of course," Mark says, taking her mug. "You should consider it. There are lots of different kinds of families in this neighborhood, Quinn, Taylor and I really love it. We should have you and Rachel over for dinner sometime, and we can talk about it."
"I would like that," Quinn says.
"So, do you girls have any questions?" Quinn asks, nervously. The girls all stare at her blankly.
"Do you want me to learn a song on the guitar so you guys can sing it?" Lily asks.
"That's okay, sweetheart," Quinn says, ruffling Lily's hair. "I'm going to leave the music to you, Santana, Hannah and Rachel."
"Can we go to bed?" Harper asks. "I'm tired." Quinn nods.
"I'm not tired," Lily says yawning.
"I'm excited for the new house tomorrow!" Hannah says. "Do we still all get our own rooms?"
"Of course," Quinn says. "It's going to be a busy day tomorrow, though, so let's get you ladies to bed!"
"I told them." Quinn says, simply, laying in bed after tucking all three girls in.
"How'd they take it?"
"Apparently they already knew and couldn't understand why I was making a big deal about it. It was kind of…anticlimactic."
"I'm sorry."
"No, it's what I wanted, I think. I'm tired now though, and I haven't even begun with the stress of moving tomorrow. What do you say we stay in and just cook dinner on Saturday? You know, really break in the new house for the first time?"
"I'd like that," Rachel says.
"I'd also like if you could talk to them about it too, just to make sure everything is okay."
"Of course," Rachel says.
"Do you miss it, Britt?" Santana asks, rolling over in bed. She's suddenly very aware that they've been sleeping on the same side of the bed since they were teenagers, that they've engaged in the same sleep routine since they were teenagers, that the weird nervous energy she felt between Rachel and Quinn tonight no longer exists in their relationship.
"Miss what, honey?" Brittany asks yawning. She snuggles closer into Santana's side.
"Miss how exciting it was when we first started dating?"
"Hell no," Brittany says. "We get all of the good kind of excitement without any of the bad."
"What's the bad?"
"Like, is Santana going to stay over tonight, or is she going to hate being a lesbian again? Will Santana hold my hand? Will she dance with me in public? Now I just get the how are we going to have sex tonight kind of excitement."
"Or the are we going to have sex tonight or are we too tired from dealing with our two children and jobs kind of excitement."
"I like that too, San," Brittany says. "I'm building my life with you. It's a different kind of exciting, but I like it more."
"Good," Santana says, kissing the top of Brittany's head.
Quinn doesn't even know what happened to her week. They had movers help them the day of the move, but after that it was a blur of figuring our their new Los Feliz carpool (Lily was super excited to be in a carpool with her new best friend Susie, but it made the morning all the more stressful), unpacking, and trying to get the girls back on a semblance of a normal schedule. It was just such a relief when Friday afternoon rolled around and Rachel came back from her trip to New York and Justin picked up the girls.
"I'm too tired to cook dinner," Quinn says, laying down on the couch after Justin and the girls leave. "This has been the craziest week."
"Tell me about it," Rachel says.
"Oh, yeah! How was New York?"
"Business, mostly," Rachel says. "I saw a show with a friend from college, but other than that it was pretty uneventful," she sits down next to Quinn, placing her wine on the coffee table. "I'm thinking about selling my apartment."
"Really?" Quinn asks, sitting up to look Rachel in the eyes."
"Yeah, I mean, I spend almost all of my time here now. It seems like an enormous waste of money every time I write that mortgage check."
"What about when you have to work in New York?"
"I'll stay in a hotel like everyone else. Do you think it's a bad idea or something?" Rachel asks, the nerves apparent in her voice.
"No! Of course not, Rach. You worry too much. It's just a Rachel Berry without a New York apartment doesn't seem right to me."
"I know what you mean."
"Besides, I always kind of wanted to see it one day."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I feel like it's a window into the life you built before you came out here. You have a whole ten years of adulthood I know nothing about."
"There's not much to know," Rachel says, slightly sadly.
"Well I want to know everything." Quinn leans over and kisses Rachel gently on the lips. Rachel smiles into the kiss, allowing Quinn to gently push her toward the couch, parting her lips in an effort to deepen the kiss. She runs her hands up Quinn's back, over her sweater, feeling the small bump of the clasp of her bra. She snaps her fingers over it, feeling the back slacken and fall down Quinn's shoulder blades. Quinn snaps up from the kiss.
"Did you just?" Rachel nods, blushing. "But how?" Rachel shrugs, leaning forward in an attempt to pull Quinn in for another kiss, but Quinn leans back. "Where did you learn how to do that?"
"College," Rachel says, bashfully.
"You have to show Santana. She'll be so jealous."
"Can we not talk about Santana right now, Quinn?" Rachel asks, her voice husky.
"Sorry," Quinn says, still sitting up, away from Rachel. She pulls her bra off through her shirt.
"So sexy," Rachel says.
"Because of you," Quinn replies, leaning back down. With the barrier of the bra gone, Rachel can feel the softness of Quinn's breasts against her own. She can't hold back the small moan from the sensation of Quinn's nipples pressing into her. Quinn pulls away from her again, smiling as Rachel lets out a grunt at the loss of contact.
"I want to show you my new bedroom," Quinn says, winking.
It's awkward, somehow, as they walk upstairs. They aren't touching and Rachel follows behind Quinn.
"It's nice," Rachel says, softly, taking in Quinn's new bedroom. The walls are yellow and the comforter on her King size bed is white with yellow flowers.
"Thank you," Quinn says, just as softly, leaning against the turquoise dresser. "Come here," she says, taking out her earrings. Rachel approaches her slowly, standing up on her toes when their bodies press together. Rachel runs her hand under Quinn's top, her hand stopping just below the soft skin of Quinn's breast. She can feel how quickly Quinn's heart is beating. Quinn presses their hips together, rolling her body up into Rachel's. The move elicits a moan from both of them. They pull apart again and Rachel looks up at Quinn, her eyes wide and questioning. Quinn simply nods and lifts her shirt over her head. She unbuttons her pants, and slowly and carefully slides out of them. She reaches behind Rachel, unzipping the back of her dress. She lowers the straps of Rachel's dress, gently kissing her shoulders as the straps drop past Rachel's elbows, then of her hands. It drops to the ground, and Rachel steps out of it, arching into Quinn as she places kisses across Rachel's collarbone, then own her sternum.
Rachel tastes salty and sweet and a little like cocoa butter. Quinn's kisses linger, and her lips part, savoring Rachel's taste, Rachel's feel. She lets her hand slip between Rachel's collarbone and unfasten her bra. She runs her hands across Rachel's stomach as she lowers hers arms to let the bra fall to the ground, now in a pile with her dress. Their bodies are pressed together again, nipples hard and cold and grazing against one another. Rachel hooks her fingers under her panties and slides them down, stepping out of them and leading Quinn to the bed.
They lay side by side, facing each other. Rachel's nose grazes Quinn, then she tilts her head to resume the kiss. Their legs interlace and Quinn moans as Rachel rolls them so that she is on top of Quinn, supporting herself on her arms. She tucks her hair behind her ears, kissing in circles around Quinn's nipple, then letting her tongue slip out to gently nip at it.
It's different now. So different than it was before, when the only times they were together like this were rushed and hidden and drunk.
Quinn's squirming beneath her does not reek of desperation and hunger, but of love and passion. It is slow. She smells like her perfume and sweat and a little red wine. Her hazel eyes look warm and hooded and expectant instead of full of fear.
It feels so good to be close to her body like this again though. Her body hasn't changed. The way her breath stops as Rachel trails a single finger past Quinn's breasts and over her belly button, painting small circles around her hip bones. Quinn's hips still buck up , urging Rachel for more, groaning into her mouth. Rachel can't tell if she's smelling herself or Quinn, but she knows the rhythmic grinding of her hips into Quinn's smooth thigh is leaving a trail of sticky wetness that sends jolts of pleasure up and down Rachel's spine. She subconsciously grinds herself into Quinn a little harder this time—a little further up and let's out a gasp. She had no idea how turned on she was.
She doesn't know who she is smelling—herself or Quinn.
"Please," Quinn barely says.
That's all it takes for Rachel to run her fingers past soft curls, and into Quinn, feeling a little like she was going to tumble over the edge herself from the sound Quinn makes as she enters her, as she feels her fingers squeezed by Quinn's tight muscles.
She holds it together though, and they rock back and forth, slowly and rhythmically, their eyes fixed on one another.
The sound Quinn makes when she comes is new—it's deep and strong and choked, like she didn't expect it and didn't know where it was coming from. It sends Rachel over the edge as well, driving her hips hard into Quinn and taking the sound into her mouth.
They still rock together, slowly, with sleepy smiles on their faces, until Rachel lowers her body into Quinn's. She starts to nod off, absentmindedly making circles with her fingertips around Quinn's breast.
"Awesome," Rachel says. Quinn nods.
"I'm hungry now though and we never decided what we were going to order." Rachel laughs. "What?" Quinn says. "I'm hungry now."
"I love you," Rachel says, tilting her head up to kiss the bottom of Quinn's chin.
"I love you too. I think we should do a lot more of that this weekend. First, though, I'm going to call Green Leaves and order us some dinner," Quinn says, kissing Rachel and pulling out her cell phone.
"I'd like to order Spring Rolls, Spicy Green Beans, Pineapple Fried Rice, Pad Thai, and Shitake Curry. And the Pineapple Curry." After giving her address, she realizes that Rachel is staring at her with wide-eyes.
"Are you having a Vegan Pan-Asian party, Quinn?"
"I just don't plan on leaving this bed for the next 48 hours, so I thought I should order us plenty of food."
"I love you," Rachel says. Quinn smiles and they kiss, slowly and lazily until their food arrives.
Santana is excited to get out of town. She reaches over the center of the car to take Brittany's hand in her own. Brittany gives her a reassuring smile. She's had so much anxiety this week about their future, about her job, about money, about pregnancy, about this birthday party Brittany is planning for the twins, and she hasn't really had an opportunity to talk to her wife about it.
"Are you excited, San?" Brittany asks, picking up on her anxiety.
"So excited. You have no idea." They pull up in front of Quinn's new house. "Although, I'm gonna miss these two little buggers," Santana says, reaching into the car to pull Nico out of his carseat while Brittany does the same thing with Olivia on the other side.
"It will be good for us to get away though," Brittany says, making eye contact with Santana across the car and giving her a reassuring smile.
"These new digs are sweet," Santana says, pushing the stroller into Quinn's new house.
"You know, you really should consider abandoning the slang, Santana," Rachel says, taking a diaper bag off of Brittany's shoulder. "As someone who works in the entertainment industry as a public figure, it is part of my job to make sure that I'm connecting with the youth, and, as such, I must keep apprised of current slang. And digs and sweet are not how kids are talking today."
"As someone who works as a professional behind the scenes in the entertainment industry, it is part of my job to make sure that I'm not written off as some twenty-something who got to my position because of my connections, so I try to avoid talking like a teenager."
"Don't worry, Santana," Rachel says, "I'm sure no one would confuse you with a twenty-something."
"When did you become such an ass, Berry?" Santana asks, squinting at Rachel.
"Assberry," Brittany laughs, snorting.
"Not helping, Britt," Santana says.
"I think it started around the time I started seeing you on a regular basis." Rachel retorts.
"Hello, ladies," Quinn says, walking into the room. "Rachel, why don't we take a seat on the couch?"
"Where are the devils?" Santana asks.
"New carpool rotation now that we're living in Los Feliz. They'll be home in half-an-hour."
"Why are you asking me to take a seat?" Rachel asks Quinn.
"You've never taken care of the twins overnight. Santana has a book that she insists on reading aloud about proper care of her children. I suggest you make yourself comfortable." Rachel furrows her eyebrows, but nonetheless takes a seat next to Quinn, their bodies touching but not overly affectionate.
"Quinn is being dramatic. I just want to go over some emergency information before we leave them with you."
"You really should get comfortable, Rachel. I'm going to go into the kitchen and get something to drink. Is it cool if I use your computer, Quinn?" Quinn nods and Brittany disappears.
"Santana, honey, I think it's enough," Brittany says, reentering the room twenty minutes later.
"I'm finished, Britt!" Santana defends. Rachel's mouth is hanging open and Quinn is filing her nails.
"I'll leave the info with you in case you forget anything," Santana says, handing her packet to Rachel.
"I don't think I've ever heard you speak for so long, Santana."
"Well, now you know how the rest of us feel. Oh, and before I forget, give this to Lily for me, will you?" Santana hands an envelope to Quinn. "Don't read it though." Quinn raises her eyebrows at Santana.
"What, are you and my daughter in some secret club?"
"Whatever, just give it to her. You ready to go, Britt?" Brittany nods.
"Have a great time," Quinn says, leading Brittany and Santana toward the door. They each place one last kiss on Nico and Olivia's heads.
"Thanks guys!" Brittany says, hugging Quinn then Rachel.
"Don't we get a hug, too?" Quinn asks Santana. Santana scowls at her, but Brittany bumps her shoulder. She hugs Quinn quickly.
"I don't think I can lean down far enough to hug her," Santana says, looking at Rachel, but leaning down anyway. Rachel wraps her arms around Santana's back. "Did you just? Oh my god, you did!" Santana exclaims, reaching around her back. "Baby," Santana says, looking at Brittany, "Rachel just unhooked my bra!"
"Impressive," Brittany smiles, nodding and running her tongue over her incisor. Santana is looking at Rachel with a mixture of admiration and disbelief.
"Where did you learn to do that, Berry?" Santana asks. "I know that this Baby-D here didn't teach you."
"I found my college years very informative," Rachel says, grinning.
"Impressive," Santana says, nodding at Rachel. "If you ever do it to me again, I will make you regret the day you were born, but I'm definitely impressed, Berry."
"I thought you'd be."
"I'm glad we're doing this, honey," Brittany says as they pull out of Quinn's driveway.
"I know. We needed a vacation. Especially since I ruined our last one."
"You didn't ruin the last one. You were just being safe." Brittany takes Santana's free hand in her own and kisses the back of her hand.
"This is going to be fun, B."
"I know, sweetheart. It always is." Brittany leans over to the driver's side and kisses Santana's cheek. "We're going to have the best weekend ever." Santana grins.
"You know it, B."