I am so sorry for the long wait! I've been incredibly busy with all sorts of things, and I'm really very sorry :( Go blame my beta, she's part of why I've been so busy! She is however amazing, and she was awesome for this chapter, so thanksies Frannie (Pensieri). I know you're scowling at me now.

To answer some reviews:

Yoli-D: Yes, Libby will definitely going to become a teen in this one :) And I have their family situation all planned out, so you're just gonna have to wait and see, but they do have boys in my winter one-shot!
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As always, I REALLY appreciate your feedback and suggestions, so keep them coming :) Hopefully the next chapter will be just around the corner, only time will tell.

Song used: Sparks Fly - Taylor Swift. I don't own it, because while I am blonde and have blue eyes I am unfortunately NOT Taylor Swift. Darn...

xo, Em


Santana turned off the light in her old bedroom and crawled into bed, not at all surprised when Quinn instantly cuddled into her. Santana began stroking her nails across the nape of Quinn's neck and the blonde let out a soft sigh.

"Stop it."

"What? I thought you liked that?"

"I do… but I'm so sensitive in that area and when you do that it turns me on."

Santana continued her slow sensuous torturing and Quinn tried wriggling away.

"Why is that a problem?"

"Because I don't want to have sex with you right now."

Santana laughed.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm tired and we had sex earlier today."

Santana stilled her movements and instead cupped Quinn's neck before leaning in to kiss her forehead.

"For the record I wasn't trying to turn you on, I just like doing that."

Quinn leaned up and kissed Santana deeply before pulling back just a fraction.

"I know."

Santana kissed her again, but Quinn quickly pulled away.

"Lie down on your stomach."

Santana frowned slightly.

"Just do it, silly."

Santana sighed gently before flipping over and got comfortable on her stomach while Quinn straddled her hips and pushed her shirt up.

"Bedtime back rub."

Santana rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, cause that's not going to turn me on and make me want to fuck your brains out."

Quinn giggled and began massaging her wife.

"No, because I'm so good at this that I'll completely relax you and you'll fall asleep."

"If you say so, wifey dearest."

"I do, now shush."

Santana closed her eyes as Quinn continued massaging her and before long the brunette was in fact asleep. Quinn pulled the shirt back down, leaned down to place a kiss on Santana's neck before she lied down next to her wife and cuddled in.

"Good night Santana, I love you."


"Are you actually ready for her to start kindergarten?"

Quinn shrugged and pouted slightly.

"No, I wish I could have her with me at all times, but it'll be good for her to have some interaction with kids her age and with you working on your next album and me working on films and TV-shows we just don't have much choice."

"When does she start again?"

"On Monday."

Santana nodded.

"Well I agree with you, it's bittersweet, but that's just for us. For her this is definitely the best option. You know that I'll be really busy for the next two weeks though, right?"

"Yeah, but my schedule is quite flexible so I'll drop her off and pick her up, it's no problem. My baby is growing up. I mean, she should have started when she was around one instead of one and a half, but it still feels weird."

"We'll just have to wait and see how it goes, won't we?"

"It's not like we have much choice, but what if she hates it? What if it's like torture for her?!"

Santana laughed, but walked over to the blonde to hug her tightly.

"Babe, relax. She can talk quite well so she will let the people in her kindergarten know if anything is wrong, and she loves playing with kids her age and meeting new people, both young and old. I honestly think that if anyone's going to thrive in kindergarten it's Liberty."

Quinn hugged Santana tighter and rested her head on her wife's shoulder.

"You're right. She'll probably love it and will be mad at us when we come to pick her up. Dammit, who would have thought that having children would be so emotionally difficult?"

Santana laughed and Quinn smiled.

"Yeah, who would have thought? You do realize that you'll probably be like this when she starts elementary school, middle school, high school and college too though, right?"

"Yup, I plan on being the most embarrassing mom ever when she's off to college. We'll drive her there and I'll just embarrass her so badly she'll want to hide under a rock."

"I like that plan. I'll help you out."

"Good, we make the perfect mother-mother team."

"If we have any more kids, will we do that to them too?"

"Nah, only with our firstborn. With the possible other children we'll already have experienced it once and know that it's all good, so we can be like 'yay kid number two is finally out of the house, let's have a party'."

Santana kissed Quinn's forehead.

"I so married the right woman."

"Of course you did. I'm obviously your better half."

"My much, much better half."

"Also, this reminds me that our wedding anniversary is very soon."

"How long has it been now?"

"We've been married for four years, but we've been together for eight, almost nine."

"I'd say we've done pretty well in our marriage, wouldn't you agree?"

"Oh definitely. We've had our ups and downs of course, but I love you more than anything and I've never regretted marrying you."

"Considering the fact that I've done a lot of stupid things, I'm quite thankful for that."

Quinn pulled away from the hug and smiled at Santana.

"We both have done some stupid things, but I think the fact that we've known each other for so long helps, because I know your reasoning behind a lot of things and we were friends for a long time before we began dating."

"Definitely. I knew all sides of you and I like that, and you still somehow manage to surprise me every single day."

Quinn kissed Santana quickly.

"I love you San, now go get Libby, breakfast is ready."

"I love you too, blondie."

Santana walked into the living room where Libby was playing in her playpen while cartoons were on the TV.

"Come on Libster, it's breakfast time. After breakfast mama is going to work and you get to spend the day with mommy. Yay."

"Yay."

"What do you want to do with mommy?"

"Pway?"

Santana walked through the hallway with Libby on her arm.

"Okay, anything else?"

"Umm, hug?"

Santana smiled.

"I think mommy would like that very much actually."

"You like hug?"

"Me? Oh yes, I love hugs."

Libby wrapped her arms around Santana's neck and hugged her tightly, causing Santana to grin.

"Aww, thank you baby, that was a very good hug."

She stroked Libby's back gently as the little girl continued to hang onto her mother.

"Are you getting hugs and I'm not?"

Libby pulled away from Santana and reached out for Quinn, who took her into her arms.

"Libby hugs are the best, aren't they?"

Quinn nodded as she hugged her daughter tightly.

"Absolutely. We can hug more later baby, it's breakfast time."

She put Libby down in the high chair and she and Santana sat down too. Santana was eating a bowl of cereal, Libby had a plate full of cut up pieces of toast and Quinn had a bowl of oatmeal with fresh berries.

"Is Taylor going to be there today?"

Santana shook her head as she took a sip of her coffee.

"No, and she probably won't be for a little while. I'm still focusing on writing down everything; she'll probably come in near the end. It all comes down to how fast I work really."

"Do you think it'll take a while?"

"I don't know to be honest. I was really inspired while we were in France so I already have a few songs done. I hope it won't take too long, but I'm not going to rush it either."

"Well I'm glad you won't, it's done when you're happy with it, not when people are demanding it. I really can't wait until you let me hear some of it though."

Santana smirked.

"You'll have to wait like everyone else, babe."

Quinn pouted.

"Come on, I thought this was one of the perks of being married to you."

"There are many perks of being married to me, I am for instance very good looking, but getting to hear my music is not one of them. I will share it with you when I'm ready for it."

Quinn popped a blueberry into her mouth and chewed it slowly.

"Fine. I'm your wife and my job is to support you, so I will do just that from a distance since I don't know anything about what you're currently working on."

Santana stood up and kissed both of her blonde's heads.

"Thank you. Now I've got to head to work. I love you both, have a nice day."

"You too dear, let me know when you're on your way home."

"Will do, and behave. Both of you."

Quinn giggled and shook her head at Libby.

"When do we not behave?"

Libby giggled at her mother's expression.

They continued eating their breakfast, but as soon as the door to the garage was closed Quinn put down her bowl and turned towards her daughter.

"So, Liberty, have you heard mama's music?"

Liberty nodded and giggled before she popped another piece of bread into her mouth. Quinn raised an eyebrow and scootched closer to Libby.

"Oh really, so mama shares with you huh?"

"Yes."

Quinn started gently tickling the toddler's sides and the little girl laughed loudly while she wiggled in her high chair.

"Stop!"

Quinn smiled and stopped, but rested her hands on her daughter's sides.

"Okay, I'll stop if you tell me about mama's music."

Libby shook her head and smiled.

Quinn lifted the girl out of her chair and sat her down on her lap, facing her mom.

"Fine, I'll just have to accept that."

Libby nodded.

"Yes."

"I love you."

"Wove you too."

The two blondes shared a sweet mother/daughter kiss before Quinn stood up.

"Okay, let's get this show on the road."


"I have a few songs written down, and I'm just really feeling inspired at the moment."

"That's great. Any particular reason you're feeling so inspired?"

Santana shrugged as she continued writing and editing music on her mac.

"When I was in France with Quinn things sort of changed. It's really weird, but I feel like I fell in love with her once again, but this time I fell harder. And all of this is making me sound like a cheesy teenage girl and I hate it, but it's true. Quinn is without a doubt perfect for me and Paris was, for the most part, the best time of my life."

Ryan grinned at her.

"Wow, who are you and what have you done to Santana?"

Santana rolled her eyes as she continued typing away.

"It's the damn kid I tell ya. She's turning me into a softie."

Ryan laughed.

"She sure is. You love her though."

"You have no idea."

"How is IVF going?"

Santana grimaced and swiveled around in her chair to look at her boss.

"Badly. I said I'd give it a year though, so we still have a lot of time. But every damn time he tells me the same thing 'I'm sorry...', I'm so sick of it."

"I understand that. It'll be worth it in the end though."

"Yeah, no matter how we get there, but I hate seeing Quinn upset too. I get upset because I can't fucking do the one thing I was genetically meant to do and then Quinn gets upset because I'm upset. I hate it, I really hate it. But I'm proud of myself too, because high school Santana would have given up after the first negative result. If it doesn't work out we'll just find some other solution, it's not like this is the only way for us to have another child."

Ryan nodded.

"There are a lot of different options that you can try out. I'm really hoping that this will work out for you though."

Santana smiled gently.

"Thanks Ryan, it really means a lot to me. Or us… you know, whatever."

Ryan snorted and turned back to his computer.

"Continue working, Lopez, I want to hear some of this by the end of the day."

"Yes, sir."

Santana went back to writing and editing some songs she had written and recorded some basic tones for them with the guitar.

"Okay, I think I'm ready now. This is a song I'm currently calling 'Sparks Fly'."

Santana took a deep breath and began playing a few tones on her guitar.

The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards

You're the kind of reckless that should send me running

But I kinda know that I won't get far

And you stood there in front of me

Just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't

See what I was thinking of

"So this song is obviously about Quinn. The first two verses describe how vulnerable I feel around Quinn. My heart is in her hands, and if she wanted to she could crush me or blow me away, and she takes my by storm every single day. It honestly scares me to death, because when I was younger I never thought that I would feel this way and my reaction whenever something 'bad' happened was always to run. Of course having Quinn love me, and loving her back isn't bad, but it used to be a foreign emotion for me. And then you have the fact that I've loved her since I first met her.

"The attraction has not always been this strong, in the beginning it was more of a crush than anything else, but I could never deny it. I was, however, terrified of her ever finding out because I was so scared that it would scare her away, and that was the last thing I ever wanted. There was a period in my life where she was all I could think about, and sometimes she'd look at me like she could see straight through me and it completely terrified me, because I thought that she could actually read my mind. And then she'd smile at me, that beautiful, breathtaking smile, and I'd get lost."

Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly

Whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby

As the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me

When you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly

Whenever you smile

"I really like the chorus. When we were in France we spent a weekend together, alone, in Paris and one day it was raining like crazy. Quinn was having so much fun and it just made the world seem like such a perfect place. While everyone else were running to seek cover, we made out on a sidewalk in Paris. It was romantic, we were soaked and everything I could have ever dreamed of, but mostly, because it was with her, it was perfect. And don't even get me started on that smile of hers, because it's like the fucking 4th of July when I see it.

"I know her eyes are hazel, but sometimes they're more green, brown or gold. They just change all the time and it's so mesmerizing. I always wonder which color is going to be more dominant the next time I see her. I love it when they're mostly green with little specks of gold, it takes my breath away and it's like everything else becomes dark because I can't see anyone but her. Whenever she's away for a longer period of time, and by that I mean more than a few hours, I see her face every time I close my eyes. Her eyes are following me everywhere, and not in a creepy, stalkerish way, it's in a loving way. I honestly don't see anyone but her, and I wouldn't want it any other way."

My mind forgets to remind me

You're a bad idea

You touch me once and it's really something

You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be

I'm on my guard for the rest of the world

But with you, I know it's no good

And I could wait patiently

But I really wish you would

"It's not that Quinn is a bad idea per se, but what she does to me seems bad. She completely stole my heart with just one kiss, and for someone who's always had a 'run when something happens' mentality falling for someone so hard and so fast seems like a bad idea. And then she loves you back and it seems like the best idea ever. I remember the first time we slow danced together and how relaxed I felt. How right it felt to have her in my arms, and to be in hers. Lets not forget that that night was the first time we slept together, and I completely rocked her world.

"No one, not even my parents, know me as well as she does. When I was younger I had walls built around my heart and my personality, but I slowly took them down for her, and she helped me take them down for everyone else too. I'll never be as patient and loving with anyone else as I am with her and Liberty, but I don't really want to either. She's special, they're special, and I want them to see nothing but the best in me. See a side of me that no one else sees."

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly
Whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby

As the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me

When you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly

Whenever you smile

I'll run my fingers through your hair

And watch the lights go wild

Just keep on keeping your eyes on me

It's just wrong enough to make it feel right

And lead me up the staircase

Won't you whisper soft and slow

I'm captivated by you, baby

Like a fireworks show

"You've met my wife, you've seen how mind-blowingly beautiful she is. I can't help but run my fingers through her hair and admire the flowery smell and the soft feeling; it's almost like a drug to me. And one of the best things about it is the way her eyes change color while I do it. I'll stare into her eyes as I do it, and it's like a hundred different emotions are flicking through her mind, and her eyes go from light to dark and back again. It drives me crazy and it takes everything I have not to just kiss her right then and there. And then I remember that I'm married to her, and I can kiss her if I want to, so I do. And it feels so, so right, like it's what I was meant to do all along.

"So this last verse… what can I say? Quinn is honestly just the most beautiful and sensual person I have ever met. She dazzles me and renders me speechless, especially when she's all flirty and seductive. Sometimes it's like going through a catharsis, no matter how cheesy and terrible that sounds. But to me, it's heaven on earth."

Drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain

'Cause I see sparks fly

Whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby

As the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me

When you're not around

'Cause I see sparks fly

Whenever you smile

And the parks fly

Oh, baby, smile

And the sparks fly

Santana sat down the guitar and looked up at Ryan, who was grinning.

"You should go home right now and thank your wife, because that song was amazing. I also really liked your reasoning behind the lyrics; the song definitely did not come out of the blue. I'd like to make some minor changes to the melody, but other than that it's absolutely perfect."

Santana let out a relieved sigh and hugged Ryan tightly.

"I am so glad you liked it. I was a bit worried it would be a little too personal."

"The reason behind the lyric is very personal, but the song is just perfect, San. I think the fans are going to love it."

Santana sat down in her office chair again.

"That's great, now let's get crackin' on that melody!"


Santana had been able to finish writing a lot of songs in just one week, so the following week she was away with Taylor, staying at one of Taylors houses, so they could work on recording and melody. Unfortunately this was also the same week as Libby started kindergarten.

"The kindergarten people have nothing but good things to say about her, I'm so proud!"

"That's awesome babe! How are you taking it though?"

"Both good and bad. I love having some free time during the day, when I'm not busy with work, but I loved having her with me too. I guess it's slightly bittersweet, but it's definitely the best thing for her. She is so happy when I come to pick her up, and she's already made loads of little friends. I was so scared she'd throw a tantrum the first day, but she saw some toy she apparently wanted to try out and barely even gave me a kiss before she went off. She's been there a week now and she's absolutely thriving, I'm noticing such a big change in her. I mean, she's always been happy and talkative and all that, but she's much more social and interactive with other children now."

"That's great! I'm so proud of her and I can't wait to see you both again."

"Me too babe, how is it going?"

"Really good actually, we've had a lot of fun and we've written a lot."

"Tell Taylor I said hey."

"I will, and she told me to tell you that she's taking good care of me, as long as you take good care of Libby."

"I promise. She misses you too, you know."

"I know, and I feel so bad for being away from her, but I really needed it for work."

"We both understand that babe, and we can't wait to hear the result of all of this hard work."

"Hopefully it won't be much longer now, since I'm so far ahead already."

"I'm very happy to hear that. Now get back to work so you can come home faster."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, Sannie. I'll give Libby a big hug and kiss from you when she wakes up tomorrow."

"Good, I'll be expecting it."

"Bye, have fun, see you in two days!"

"Bye, baby."


Santana parked outside of the kindergarten and walked inside. Libby had attended kindergarten for two weeks, but this was the first time Santana had set foot in the building, as she had been so busy with work. She walked over to the counter and waited until a middle aged woman, with red hair that was clearly not her natural color, came over.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

"Hi, I'm here to pick up Liberty."

The older lady continued to smile politely.

"I'm sorry, only parents are allowed to pick up children, unless specifically specified. Safety reasons."

Santana raised an eyebrow and folded her arms over her chest.

"I'm glad you're all concerned about safety and all that, but I am her mother."

"Listen here, you're not going to fool me. I have met her mother, Quinn, and you are definitely not her. So I will have to ask you to leave the premises please."

Santana was getting angrier by the second, but she bit the inside of her cheek to keep her anger under wraps.

"Quinn is my wife. Liberty is our daughter."

"She looks absolutely nothing like you. I'm afraid I can't let you pick up the child."

Santana got her phone out of her purse and began searching for Quinn's phone number.

"This is fucking ridiculous, I can't even pick up my own daughter from kindergarten."

The older lady continued to watch Santana's every movement as the brunette started pacing.

"Hello?"

"Quinn, this is crazy!"

"What's wrong?"

"There's this lunatic of a lady here that won't let me pick up my own daughter from kindergarten."

"What? Why not?"

"Because apparently I don't 'look anything like her'."

A much younger lady walked over to the two.

"What seems to be the problem here?"

"This lady wants to pick up Liberty Fabray, and I told her that only parents are allowed to pick up children, but she refuses to listen to me."

"Q, hold on just one second."

Santana held the phone against her shoulder.

"That is because Liberty Fabray-Lopez is my daughter!"

The younger lady was becoming redder by the second, and she was clearly ashamed.

"Mrs. Fabray-Lopez, I am so sorry, there has been a misunderstanding."

"A misunderstanding? I tell her that I'm married to Quinn and that Liberty is my daughter, and she refuses to listen to me. How is that a misunderstanding?!"

"I…erm… I don't know. I'm very sorry, ma'am. I will go get her right away."

Santana looked pointedly at both of them before she raised the phone to her ear.

"It's fixed. I'll talk to you when I come home. I love you, bye."

She hung up the phone as the two workers stepped further into the kindergarten.

"Miranda, you can't do that!"

"How do you know that she's Liberty's mother though?"

"Because that lady was Santana Fabray-Lopez, she's married to Quinn Fabray-Lopez. They're both quite famous."

"They're lesbians?"

"Yes."

"And we have their child in our kindergarten…?"

"Yes, and this isn't the '90's, get over it!"

Miranda looked rather annoyed, but walked away to help some children, while her younger co-worker got Libby.

"Hi Liberty, your mommy is here."

"Mommy!"

Libby lit up and instantly walked towards the exit. Santana bent down and as soon as Libby saw her mama she ran into her arms.

"Mama!"

"Hi baby, did you have a good day?"

Libby nodded and hugged Santana tightly.

"Yes. Miss you mama."

"I missed you too baby, come on, let's go home."

Santana walked over to Libby's hook, which was marked with her name in large letters, and got her stuff.

"I am again so, so sorry. I can guarantee you that it will not happen again."

Santana hugged Libby tighter and looked at the kindergarten worker.

"It better not. Goodbye."

Santana walked out to the car and quickly, but carefully, returned home.


Santana wanted to smash the phone into the wall, but she settled on throwing it on the bed instead.

"I'm done. I am so fucking done with this shit."

Quinn frowned, worry written all over her face.

"What's wrong?"

It was mid January and Santana had just received another phone call from her doctor. Another negative.

"I am so fucking sick of the whole 'I'm sorry but all of your fucking eggs are still fucking retarded', it's driving me crazy! I don't want to do this anymore; I quit. We can find some other solution, I don't care."

Quinn walked across the room and wrapped her arms around the petite brunette.

"Shh, calm down babe."

Santana rested her head against Quinn's shoulder and tried taking deep breaths to calm her erratic temper.

"I'm sorry…"

Her voice was much lower now, and Quinn knew very well that she was hurting.

"Don't be, it's a difficult phone call to make. We'll take a break, if that's what you want. I know how hard it is."

Santana shook her head.

"I don't want a break, I want it to stop. I want to accept the fact that I'm infertile."

Quinn kissed her temple and rubbed her back soothingly.

"Okay, that's fine. How about this, we go to the last appointment we have set up for now and after that we're done? We'll wait for a little while, six months or a year, and then we'll think about our other options?"

She felt her wife nod against her shoulder and held her tighter.

"That's fine. I can do one more. Maybe we should look into adopting? We can adopt both internationally and domestically. There are a lot of children in the States that needs a home too."

"That is very true, babe. We'll look into it all in a few months, okay? For now we'll just focus on this last effort, and then after that we can take a much-deserved break from everything. Well, besides work and our family of course… but you know, a break from stress."

"A break from stress sounds marvelous."

Santana nuzzled into Quinn's neck and breathed in the scent on her wife, the scent she loved oh-so much.

"I'm so proud of you baby."

"Don't be. I didn't do anything."

"Yes you did, you stood up and told me that you'd had enough instead of letting this anger build inside you until you exploded."

Santana remained silent for a while, but squeezed Quinn gently.

"I love you, Quinn."

"I love you too, Santana, no matter what."

"Even if I can't give you any more children?"

"Even then. All I really need is you and Libby. And maybe your parents. And then I'm happy."

"You make me happy."

"So do you babe. You make me so happy, every single day."

Santana giggled and pushed Quinn down on the bed, before crawling on herself and straddled her wife's hips.

"Don't go all cheesy on me, Mrs. Lopez!"

Quinn grinned and rested her hands on Santana's thighs.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Fabray, I just can't help it. You melt my heart, like a fondue."

Santana laughed and leaned down to kiss her wife swiftly.

"You are without a doubt the best wife and mother ever. I love you, so, so much."

Quinn grinned and wrapped her arms around Santana's neck.

"I know."

Santana snorted and clashed their lips together again, as the battle of dominance began.