Heeeey! I hope you're still interested in reading about Quinntana because here is an update after taking forever! lol.

I am still trying to work on all of your requests I promise! Especially to Boris Yeltsin and the few others who have asked for Quinn/Santana raising Beth. I am writing it I swear! The beginning has been written, now I just need a middle and an end lol!

So until then, I hope you enjoy this chapter.


Movie Night

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

"Ha, rock beats scissors I win!" Quinn happily declared pounding the two fingers Santana held up and then knocking them away.

"Ah, come on, Q! No fair." Santana pouted, "Best 3 out of 5!"

"No way, Santana." Quinn stood up from the kitchen table and headed over to the living room, "The rules were discussed and we kissed on it. I won fair and square so I get to choose the movie we watch tonight."

With a pout Santana watched her wife walk away, slumping her head in hands her eyes focused on the boy shorts Quinn was wearing and how they clung perfectly to her backside while mumbling, "I thought you meant something entirely different when you mentioned scissors."

"Pardon me, Santana?"

Santana loudly sighed, the chair loudly scraping against the floor as she stood up, "Nothing!" slowly she began her walk over to the living room and flopped down on the couch, "What lame ass movie are you putting on?"

"Oh quit the pity party, San." Quinn turned to face her holding up what looked to be an overused DVD, smiling brightly as she announced, "Titanic."

"Oh kill me right now!" Santana groaned, "I've made it 23 years without seeing this movie, Q! Please don't torture me by having me watch it now."

"You've made me sit through countless horror movies and don't even get me started on those low budget creature features. The least you can do is spend the next three hours cuddled up on the couch with me so we can enjoy an actual masterpiece." Quinn stated while she turned around to set the DVD player up. "You'll finally learn what real cinema is all about."

"Oh are you a cinema expert all of a sudden." Santana scoffed throwing some of the pillows around on the couch so she could get extra comfortable if she was going to have to sit here for three boring hours.

"What if I told you there was nudity?" Quinn closed the DVD player grabbed the remote and turned around to see that her wife was all of a sudden the tiniest bit intrigued, "Uh huh. And a sex scene." She added walking over to take the spot on the couch next to Santana, leaning in so her lips were hovering close to her ear, "And if you're good I'll even allow some inappropriate cuddling."

The warm breath on her ear caused Santana's eyes to flutter shut and with a lick of her lips she asked, "Are you wearing a bra?"

Quinn looked down at the boy shorts and hoodie she wore, smiling as she answered, "Nope."

"All right, start the movie then." Santana waved her hand towards the giant flat screen television before she reached over to shut the lamp off on the table next to her.

With a triumphant exhale Quinn shifted around to get comfortable and finally hit play.

It wasn't long and Quinn wasn't surprised when Santana began to mumble out comments about the movie.

"Pssh, she's 101 and we're supposed to believe that she remembers everything that happened on the Titanic?" Santana sneered, "Puh-leas."

"Says the woman who watches movies about prehistoric sharks resurfacing from the depths of the ocean?"

"It could happen." Santana matter-of-factly stated stretching out her legs to rest them on the coffee table.

"No it can't." Quinn mumbled leaning her head against Santana's shoulder, not wanting to remember anything about that movie Santana had made her watch, unable to step foot in the water all summer that year all because of a fictional and stupid movie. "Now please be quiet!"

"All right, all right." Santana sighed resting her elbow on the arm of the couch and slumping her head into her hand.

Santana managed to stay quiet for some of the beginning, straightening up a little as the story-line progressed and the movie played out, this time her comments a little more on the positive side as she quietly spoke out.

"Well this Rose chick is kind of hot." Santana mentioned, giving Quinn a side glance, "She kind of reminds me of you."

Quinn lifted her head, eyebrows creased with a bit of confusion, "Me?"

"Yeah, Q, back when you followed your father's every order. You were straight-laced Quinn Fabray. Then your mother grew some balls and divorced your father, you came out and I rocked your world and now you're living your best life with me." Santana explained.

"Oh and so does that make you my Jack?" Quinn mused.

"I mean he's pretty cool, but let's not get sappy here comparing ourselves to a romance movie all right." Santana said pointing back to the flat screen.

Quinn simply shook her head, but held a small smile of amusement, loving the fact that so far the movie was holding Santana's interests.

A bit later Santana was nodding her head with approval, sliding her arm around Quinn's shoulders as she happily spoke, "The nudity you promised, wanky."

When the sex scene began, Quinn seemed to cozy on further into Santana lifting her head off of her shoulder, "San..." She whispered, waiting until her wife turned her head so she could lean in and capture her lips with her own, the passion that was happening on screen spilling over and onto the couple on the couch, particularly Quinn who was thrilled that Santana was actually enjoying the movie she chose tonight.

They indulged in a light make out while the movie played on in the background, only pulling away when the surround sound of the movie amplified indicating that they were finally at the part of the movie when the ice berg hit the ship, earning both of their attention back as the tension on screen increased.

"Oh, damn." Santana muttered with a lick of her lips, wanting to taste more of that strawberry lip gloss Quinn always wore, but she had to admit this movie she so desperately tried to avoid watching was achieving the upmost success in holding her attention and entertaining her and so she kept on watching, figuring the two could carry on with their macking later in the bedroom.

A little bit later Santana was literally sitting on the edge of her seat eyes wide as complete chaos took place in the movie. She gasped and made small comments about what characters she hated, or how she would do things differently if she were in that situation. She turned to look at Quinn pointing to the screen, "I would have been on one of the first lifeboats outta there! You and me, Q. Gone and on our way to shore!"

Quinn couldn't help but smile and nod, wondering what would happen if this did happened to the two of them and yeah, she could totally see Santana fighting her way to make sure her and Quinn made it onto one of the lifeboats first.

"Oh no – " Santana sat up straight, "Rose got on one without Jack." she whispered entranced by the story being told, the music playing in the background as the lifeboat began lowering away with Rose on it causing Santana's emotions to stir up a little more, "Quinn, she's just going to leave him like that!?"

At this point Quinn wasn't sure what was more entertaining, watching the movie or Santana's reaction to the movie, "He told her to go, to save herself."

"But-" Santana sighed with a shake of her head, while Quinn sat back anticipating what Santana's reaction to the next part of the scene was going to be.

A few minutes later Santana was gasping loudly reaching back to grab Quinn's hand, "She jumped off! She jumped off the fucking lifeboat!" She pulled Quinn's hand into her lap, "What a badass...just to be with him." She was actually smiling watching the scene unfold and then she turned to look back at Quinn, "You'd do that for me, Q. You'd come back to be with me."

"You jump I jump, right?" Quinn winked mimicking the movie, surprised that they were actually sharing a small affectionate moment and Santana was being adoring during a romantic movie. Santana wasn't complaining at all and Quinn was soaking it all up, recognizing how privileged she was to be the only one ever to get to witness Santana's soft side by being married to her.

Santana leaned back against the couch, tugging Quinn close again, "Now what are they going to do though?" She turned to press a kiss to Quinn's head and then settled in to watch some more, excited and curious to see how this was going to play out.

Quinn happily snuggled further into Santana, taking pleasure in the warmth and affection Santana was willingly offering her tonight.

Sometime later Santana was unknowingly holding Quinn much closer, her entire body tense as the last little bit played out, Rose and Jack trying to survive in the icy waters, a small whimper escaping Santana's lips when Rose let Jack go and he sunk to the bottom of the Atlantic.

A few more scenes later the credits began to roll and Quinn swore she heard Santana sniffle. She lifted her head from Santana's shoulder curious to see if she was crying, "San...?" she sweetly smiled, watching as Santana quickly wiped at her eyes.

"I'm not crying!" Santana defended.

"I didn't say you were." Quinn said having to use the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe at the wet tears streaming down her own cheeks. This movie always made her cry no matter how many times she had seen it.

Not wanting to discomfort Santana or tease her, she gave her wife a moment to collect her thoughts and emotions, knowing if she ridiculed her for showing any signs of sentiment towards the movie Santana wouldn't watch another one like this with her in the future.

"So, is it safe to say you enjoyed it?" Quinn finally asked grabbing the remote to turn it off.

"Yeah, ya know. It wasn't half bad." Santana answered, "There was action and nudity and the storyline was decent."

Quinn stood up, reaching out to pull Santana up with her, "See..." She wrapped her arms around her waist, "Not all my movie choices are boring."

Santana slid her arms around Quinn's shoulders and rested their foreheads together, "Say we go create a sex scene of our own in the bedroom?"

"You're on." Quinn dipped her head in pressing their lips together before pulling back to lead the way.


Later that night after their clothes were strewn all over the bedroom floor, Santana laid with her head on Quinn's chest, the two relaxing in the blissful afterglow of their post movie love making. However just as Quinn's eyes began to flutter shut succumbing to her exhaustion of the multiple orgasms she had, Santana spoke up the sound of her voice causing her eyes to snap back open.

"She died an old woman warm in her bed."

Quinn tilted her head slightly, peering down at Santana who she thought had fallen asleep, but alas and to her surprise she was still awake thinking about the movie.

Santana began drawing random patterns on Quinn's flat stomach, rambling on in a monotonous voice unsure if Quinn was even awake or not, but she didn't care. Titanic had left an impression on her, one she couldn't shake and now all she wanted to do was talk about it as if she were, dare she think it, Rachel Berry. As much as she despised that thought she couldn't help but carry on, "Q?"

"Yeah, San?"

"All those pictures Rose carried with her, they were all of the things her and Jack were going to do together." Santana lifted her head up peering down at Quinn with the most sincere expression, one she hadn't seen since their wedding day, "Rose kept her promise and did all those things."

Quinn reached up to cup Santana's face, offering her a small smile and a nod, "Yeah, San she never let go."

"And she took his last name!" Santana blurted rolling onto her back, still in awe with how that entire movie played out despite her earlier protests about wanting to never watch it.

Quinn was loving every second of Santana's reaction, suddenly wide awake rolling on her side and propping her head up with her elbow taking pleasure in Santana's surprise feedback of the movie she swore she would always hate.

"They ended up together in heaven." Quinn quietly spoke, sliding her hand across the mattress to place it on Santana's wrist, "It was a happy ending."

Santana turned her head to look at Quinn, studying her wife before she rolled on her side, shifting until they were close enough to tangle their legs together and rest their foreheads against one another's.

"I'm happy we get to live out our happy ending in this life time together."

Quinn gasped, unused to this side of Santana. Even if they had been married for several years it was still a shock and a pleasure when the rare side of Santana's softness came out. Quinn couldn't help but lean in and reward her wife with a kiss, their lips moving perfectly together. Back in high school she never would have imagined such a scenario in her head, especially not one that involved Santana, yet here she was madly in love with the woman lying next to her, the woman who had no idea how much she set her heart fluttering in one of the most amazing ways possible. She deserved loved she once said, and here she was getting all of the love she could have ever dream of all from Santana.

Then she thought of something, it causing her to pull out of the kiss, if this was how she acted after watching Titanic she wondered how she'd get if they watched another die hard romance movie together.

"San?" She ran her fingers through Santana's hair, pressing one last kiss to her lips before asking,"Have you ever watched The Notebook?"


Please stay safe and healthy out there during this scary and crazy time.