I felt inspired to come back to this after a while. Hope some of you are still interested.
Santana's POV
Home sweet home. Or something along those lines. Quinn was acting like a saint, or an angel, or something incredible. I never really did pay much attention in Sunday school as a kid anyway. More to the point, right now I felt like royalty. Sugar was buying me dinner for a week from my favorite Italian restaurant. Quinn was making sure my comfort level was at a ten, every single place I sat down. Even Beth was trying to pitch in by handing me all the pillows from her room.
"Baby girl, you don't have to do that." I assured her, even though she, with Snow at her heels, was already running back towards her room. Quinn laughed and took a seat next to me on the couch. She looked down at my boot and ran her fingers over a few of my stitches. "What are you looking at Blondie?" I joked.
"My future wife." Quinn kissed my cheek. "I've seen you with stiches twice now, I should start calling you Rocky or something."
"Just remember that you took a nose dive down your stoop not too long ago." Quinn arched a brow, but couldn't hold it together long enough. I played with her hair a little, she'd cut it just a little shorter than before. I loved it. "You and I, we're gonna be forever. You know that, right?"
"Your sentimental side is incredible." Quinn said with a smile. "Blondie and Santa, together forever."
"Hey, let's go get that tattooed right now!" I joked just as Beth came running back into the room with more pillows. She sat one down on my lap and started to climb up, but Quinn scooped her up before I could.
"Beth, Santa's lap is gonna be out of commission for a little while." Quinn told her daughter. "But I'm open for business."
"Mrs. Claus over here is right." We sat there watching a few minutes of TV before the doorbell rang. Beth rushed over to go and get it. "Where do you want to get your tat?"
"Huh? You're not serious." Quinn nudged me, I tried not to cringe, but she caught me and went right for the apologies. "Goddamn my playful nature, I'm so sorry."
"Hey relax, I love that part of you, and I'll live." I assured Quinn. I looked up just as Sugar came walking into the room holding a gift basket. "Whoa, what's that?"
"For you apparently. The delivery guy got it wrong." Sugar picked up the card that was tucked snug between chocolate covered strawberries and some celeb inspired perfume. "To Santana, Thanks for the near death experience. Love Buddy. What a sweetheart." Sugar held her hand over her heart and grabbed a strawberry, popping it into her mouth a second later.
"What a loser." I said referring to Buddy. Quinn and Sugar nudged me, a lot harder than before. "Ow! Jesus fuc-friggin Christ." Beth laughed and went to go whack my arm like everyone else, but Quinn stopped her again. Like I said, girl's a saint. "Buddy and I always joke about how only the hot shot a-holes get gift baskets because they're only focused on helping white collar punks. It's an inside joke kinda thing."
"Oh well then whoops for hitting you." Quinn said sincerely. Sugar just shrugged, unapologetic as usual. "So what are you gonna do now that you're bedridden, San?"
"I am not bedridden." I frowned and grabbed a strawberry for myself. "Maybe I'll take up painting. It seems to be pretty cathartic for you."
"Stick to photography, painting's my thing." There was a loud knock at the door. Come to think of it, no one had really ever knocked that hard. I was slightly nervous. With everything that had happened over this past year, I sort of had that right. Quinn, Sugar, and Beth were three of the people that I cared about most in this world, I'd be damned if I let anything happen to them. "I'll get it." Sugar stood up and walked towards the door.
"Check to see who it is first." I warned her. I started sitting up in my seat as Quinn looked through the peephole. She turned around and looked at me. Her eyes said it all. She sensed that something was wrong. "Don't answer it. I got it." I stood up and started crutching myself over to the door. "Just stand right there." I looked through the peephole. A man was standing there.
He looked tough. Well tough for a suit at least. He had hard eyes, neatly combed hair, but when I opened the door and his eyes met mine there was no doubt who he was. "Hello, how can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Quinn. Who are you? The roommate?" I held the door in place to ensure that he wouldn't be able to see Beth, Sugar, or Quinn. This was about to get messy.
"Yeah, I'm the roommate, we're close." I eyed him. "Who the hell are you?" I took a step forward, attempting to force him back and quiet things down. I could hear Sugar talking to Quinn, she was distracting her, I was so lucky to have her here.
"Her father. Ben." He said callously. "Let me in."
"Or what?" I said as I hobbled closer to him. Even with just one leg I could take this guy in a heartbeat, there was no way I'd let him intimidate me. He was taken aback, that was obvious, but he sure as fuck wasn't backing down. "She doesn't want to see you. You should've called first, so we could save you the trip." But it wasn't going to be that easy. I didn't know much about him except that he treated Quinn like shit. That was all I needed to know anyway.
"Look…I don't know what she told you-"
"San? Who is it?" I heard Quinn ask from behind me. Her father, tried to look past me but I quickly blocked him.
"No one." I said looking back at her father. "Right?" He nodded. Maybe he understood where he stands, maybe not. It was going to take a lot more than a familial tie to get me to back down. Quinn would've protected me no matter what so I owed her the same.
"See you around." I closed the door on him and walked back over to the couch. Sugar and Quinn looked worried or at least confused. I played it off the best I could.
"Some dude selling candles." Beth looked up at me and then down at my leg. "What's wrong little one?" She shook her head though clearly something was wrong. Quinn shrugged and Sugar yawned. "Beth?"
"What's a war?" All eyes went to Beth. No one was expecting that question, especially not me. How do you explain unexplainable violence to a four year old? Even the war couldn't be as bad as this moment was. Because I had to explain to her what no one really could. That there were bad guys out there and sometimes they won. Sometimes they wore masks and sometimes they looked like me. If this was the cost of war I shouldn't have fought in it.
"It's when people don't get along and they fight." Sugar said in an attempt at easing some of the tension. "Why are you asking about that kiddo?"
Beth shrugged and then reached out and grabbed my hand. "It's okay, mama." I gave her a warm smile. I had no clue where this was coming from but I loved her even more for it. I was never like her even as a kid. Now, maybe, I regretted it. All the shit I put my family through by being the odd one out in our town.
"So…" Sugar clasped her hands together to ease the tension. "Can we start planning your wedding or what?"
"We?" Quinn questioned.
"Well, I mean I am sort of a genius. Also I've been planning your wedding in my head since you first started dating." Sugar said with a laugh. "Only if you want me to." Quinn and I exchanged a look before shrugging at the same time.
"I trust you, Sugar." Quinn assured. "I bet it's what Sky would've wanted, right?" I nodded.
"Okay, so let's start from the beginning." Sugar reached into her purse and pulled out a notepad. "Let's pick a season."
Quinn's POV
6 Weeks Later
"Yellow's my least favorite color. I mean have you seen what it does to my complexion!" Kurt said sticking his head next to a yellow tinted advertisement. A few teens walked by, giving him a weird look. I grabbed his hand and pulled him along with me.
"Well, good thing you're not choosing my wedding colors then." I reminded him. "What about purple? Or is that too…Purple Heart-y?" Kurt scrunched up his nose.
"Is that a bad thing? Lavender is a little more tame but beautiful for sure." Kurt and I entered a café. Kurt literally waved his hand at a barista and our coffees were placed in front of us a few minutes later.
"Excellent service." I took my first drink and let out a sigh. "Thank god for you and Sugar. I mean, I can design the invitations and show up to say I do but that's about the extent of my expertise."
"Santana's doing pretty well with logistical stuff. And her cast is coming off tomorrow which is super exciting. I hope you're gonna celebrate with some earth shattering-."
"Okay, Kurt. I get it." I waved him off. "I miss her already."
"Drama much, you literally just saw her at your apartment." Kurt exclaimed.
"But she's gonna go back to work soon. Maybe I should get a studio of my on or something." Kurt reached across the table and grabbed my hands.
"Quinn." He said firmly. "I know that you're stressed and things are happening so fast but…you need to relax. Brittany told me about how you might want another kid-."
"She what-?!"
"-Oh please she couldn't keep a secret to save her life." Kurt thinks for a moment. "Well besides the giant secret about Mike but the point is: slow down. You want a kid, a studio, and for Santana to get a safer job all at once. You two need time to build your life together."
"You're right."
"I know."
"I just have to trust that everything will work out." Some cleared their throat from just over my shoulder. I saw Kurt's face darken and his shoulders tense. I turned know that whoever it was, I didn't want to see them. "Dad?"
It's too late.