Sorry...this is late. All I can say is I'm going to try to post something significantly longer next...it's been a rough one...
I own mistakes, not glee...
Enjoy!
"Ugh, I can't stand lonely sad sack Q!" Santana grumbled crossing her arms and leaning back against the back of her chair.
"I'm not sad and how can I be lonely when I have your company."
"Not for long cuz soon as Britts gets back from taking the kiddies ice skating A.J. and I are out of here. Right Aje, right darling? Aren't we going to run from sad little Quinnikins?" Santana bounced her youngest daughter on her knee and the baby in question gurgled .
"Really, San? Some help you are."
"I'm suppose to be helping? Since when?"
"Since you're still my best friend, idiot." Quinn grimaced.
"Well, since I'm your best friend allow me to interject some reality: Smurfette is gone, but let's be honest here she's gonna come back."
The Blonde's head popped up not expecting that. "She is?"
"Of course she is, Q, duh…she's just all types of fucked up…"
"San…!" Quinn growled defensively.
"Hear me out here before you get your panties in a twist." Santana took a deep breath and continued. "See, she likes you…a lot, but come on Q, her wife died like half a year ago…"
"Nine months." Quinn corrected.
"Whatever, put yourself in her shoes. I mean if something happened to B, I'd…shit…." The Latina trailed off "…I don't even wanna think of that shit…forget that line of thought completely. What I'm saying is that it's gotta be hard having feelings for you this soon. I don't proclaim to be like an expert of midget psychology, but I'm just saying is all…maybe she like needs the space now, but she cares about you and stuff…" Santana shrugged uselessly hating the sappiness of this moment.
"I understand that, San, doesn't mean it shouldn't make me sad that she ran, especially the way she did." Quinn shrugged and Santana nodded and mimicked the slight rise of her shoulders.
There was a loud chirping that snapped the somber mood of the room. Quinn reached for her phone and opened her email app, surprised to see that she'd received and email from Rachel's email address. She also saw that the email had been sent early that morning and cursed her phone for being fritzy again.
"What's up?" Santana leaned towards the blonde trying to see the screen of the device in her palm.
"Ra—Rachel…"
"What's up, she's alright right?" Worry crept into Santana's voice at the pale tint of Quinn's face.
"She…uh…she emailed me."
"You ass!" Santana groaned punching the hazel-eyed woman in the shoulder. "You will never tell anyone I was worried about that diva." The Latina scooted away from her friend and turned her attention to her youngest child.
"Dammit Santana, we're not kids anymore you can't just punch me." Quinn replied rubbing her arm.
"Oh, stop stalling and read the damn thing." The other woman grunted.
Quinn rolled her eyes at her friend and looked back at the device in her hands. She tapped the screen anxiously.
Dear Quinn,
I know that you would rather be reading this if it was written by my Mom and I know that maybe it wasn't right for me to use her email to do this, but I really didn't have a choice. I was wrong and mean. I made you sad and Dean sad and my Mom…I made her so sad. She's so sad now and she….we were so happy in Ohio. I just wanted to say sorry and if you like Mom and she's happy…I just want her to be happy again…
Please…
Maxwell Grant Barrett
"It's from Max." Quinn looked up the wisps of a smile on her face.
"What is?"
"The email, it's from Maxwell giving me permission to I guess be with Rachel." Quinn answered and Santana chuckled.
"Well, there you go, Quinnie, that's one obstacle do-wn." Santana smirked then frowned when she smelt the deposit her daughter had made in her diaper.
"Hey, don't worry about my obstacles San, worry about yours." Quinn laughed trying to hide the heavy thoughts weighing on her mind.
Dean held on tightly to Leia's hand as they made their way around the rink. He wished that Max was there. He imagined that Max probably ice skated really well and he didn't need to hold anyone's dumb old hand. The older boy had told him that he would help him control his skating. Max said that he and his Mommy skated all the time before she went to stay with the angels. He had never met Max's Mommy, but Max had shown him a picture…she was really pretty. He didn't understand why anyone would wanna go stay with some angels when they could stay with Aunt Rae and Max. Who wouldn't want to stay with Aunt Rae and Max? They were awesome and once again he was filled with a kind of ache of missing them.
A frown pinched his face and he tried to not think about it anymore, but rather concentrate on his skating. His mother had told him that they couldn't be sad all the time anymore cuz it wasn't healthy. Leia said that Aunt 'Tana said that Aunt Rae and Max were gonna come back it was just a matter of giving them some time, but he didn't know how much time was enough time. He sighed in a puff of air.
Leia nudged him in his ribs, but when he turned to fuss at her she just smiled. "Penny for ya thoughts…well not really I don't like act'ly hav' a penny, but I can owe you one." She smiled widely showing off the gaps from her recently lost teeth.
"Nothin'…" He replied shrugging as they leaned into the turn slowly.
"I miss Max too and RaeRae e'n tho she talks a whole lots."
"They b-both do, s-sometimes." He returned her smile.
"Ya, but they gonna come back, duh Dean, we're like tot'ly awesum and they prob'ly miss us lots and lots."
"Yeah." Dean agreed with a nod. Leia was right, who wouldn't miss them?
So? Next Chap back to Rach...
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