Quinn's hand trembles as she tries to hold the phone in her hand securely. Taking a nervous breath, Quinn closes her eyes and tries to calm herself. This wasn't supposed to happen. None of it was supposed to happen. A few months ago when Santana called her devastated by her break up with Rachel, Quinn was only supposed to be there for her as a friend. Which is exactly what didn't happen.
Quinn slowly pads her way to the couch, carefully carrying the cup of hot chocolate to her puffy eyed friend currently sitting on her couch. Smiling softly, Quinn hands Santana the cup then sits next to her.
"There's extra marshmallows in there and you better not say a thing about your hips." Quinn says with a playful roll of her eyes.
"I'll think about that when I don't feel numb." Santana says with a quick shrug then brings the cup of hot liquid to her lips.
"You want to talk about what happened?" Quinn asks cautiously, watching Santana's face carefully.
"Not much to say. She said she just doesn't think it's going to work." Santana says almost monotonously as she stares at the wall in front of her.
"That's bullshit. This will blow over, you two are seriously the most dramatic couple I've ever encountered." Santana rolls her eyes as she takes another sip of her drink.
"I don't think so Q. It just...feels real this time." Quinn rolls her eyes now.
Rachel and Santana have been on and off for the last 2 years but were going strong for the last year. Quinn doesn't necessarily think they're a perfect match but they make each other happy, so she's happy for them.
"Give her a few hours, she'll come calling you back. In the meantime, you can crash on the couch as long as you need to." Quinn says, straightening the over sized T shirt she's wearing.
"Thanks." Santana says softly and manages a small smile. Quinn squeezes her thigh gently and offers a smile of her own.
"Any time. You need anything else?" Santana sighs softly but instead of responding, sits her cup down then lies her head on Quinn's shoulder.
Quinn wraps her arm around Santana's shoulders and holds her tightly, knowing it's the best way to comfort her right now. Santana shifts closer to Quinn, burying her face into her neck and Quinn sighs softly, inhaling Santana's familiar scent. Quinn wouldn't be being honest if she said she didn't have a small crush on Santana.
They'd slept together in the past but Quinn would like to have more than just Santana's body. Quinn knows Santana loves Rachel so she doesn't stand a chance. That truth hurts a lot less now than it did a few years ago. Quinn feels Santana snake her arm across her waist and she rubs soothing circles on her back as they sit in silence. Not before long, Quinn feels something, oddly close to lips being pressed against her neck. The first time, she brushed it off, maybe Santana's lips just brushed her neck, but the next time Quinn felt warm soft lips parting then a gentle suction.
Quinn wants to protest, to say anything but all she can utter is soft moans as Santana's hand slides under her shirt, over her midsection and gently cups her bare breast. Hissing from the contact, Quinn allows Santana's mouth to access more of her neck as she feels a warm pooling in her groin.
"San..." She moans as Santana's finger gently brushes over her nipple.
Giving into her desire, Quinn pushes Santana back until she can press their lips together, moaning from the softness of the plump lips against hers. Quinn pushes Santana back into the couch and straddles her, pressing her hips down onto the the soft flesh she wants so desperately inside her.
Almost ripping her own pajama pants, Santana quickly pushes them down from the waist band to free her pulsating member from it's restrictions. With the same urgency, Quinn slides her panties to the side, gripping Santana and pushing her inside of her, moaning at sensation. Quinn grips the back of the couch as she slowly begins to lower herself onto Santana's shaft, then returning to her start position. The room quickly fills with moans and the women pleasure each other for the first time this evening.
Quinn is pulled from her thoughts when there's a knock at her door. Sighing, she stands from her place on the couch and goes to let Santana in. Opening the door, she's met with a small smile.
"You look like you saw a ghost. Are you sick or something?" Santana asks as her face tuns in disgust. Quinn rolls her eyes and bites back her comment.
"Just come in." She says, stepping to the side. Santana shrugs and walks inside, turning towards Quinn.
"Seriously Q, what's going on? Why'd you beg me to come over here?" Santana 's voice has a hint of genuine concern in it.
"You might want to sit down." She says with a sigh and Santana shakes her head.
"You're freaking me out. What is it? Are you dying?" She asks, worry etched on her face.
"I'm fine. I just...you remember what happened a few months ago...between us..." Quinn trails off as Santana's eyes go wide.
"Do not tell me you're preggers? No way you're that fertile." Quinn sighs heavily.
"Apparently I am. I just...I just found out and thought you might want to know." Santana runs a hand through her hair as her eyes dart around the room.
"Fuck..." Santana says as she drags her hand down her face.
"I don't know how to feel about this..." She continues and Quinn nods in understanding.
"I get it, it's not ideal but we have to deal with it. I don't want a baby right now either but..." Quinn shrugs and Santana walks into the living room and sits on the love seat.
"I literally...we just got engaged Q." Quinn's eyebrows rocket upwards and she feels all the air leave her lungs as if something hit her in the chest.
"You got- you proposed?" She asks in disbelief. Santana nods with a sigh.
"She proposed but that's not the point right now. What are we going to do about this?" Quinn looks at her feet briefly before sighing and shaking her head, blonde curls gently sweeping across her face.
"I guess that's up to you. I want this baby Santana, I'm not...I won't lose another child..." Quinn trails off, beginning to feel her eyes sting.
Santana glances at her before standing and slowly approaching her. In high school, Santana saw how losing Beth effected Quinn and ever since, pregnancy had been a topic Quinn purposefully avoided.
"I'll do it alone if I need to..." Quinn continues softly as Santana reaches her.
"I'm not saying you have to do that. I want to be there for you...both of you. I just know my life is about to blow up in my face." She says with a roll of her eyes.
"Whatever...if Rachel really loves me, we can figure it out, right?" She continues to which Quinn shrugs.
"Did you tell her about what happened?" Quinn asks and Santana shrugs.
"In so many words. I told her I slept with someone, I just didn't tell her it was you. Didn't think that was an important detail." Quinn shakes her head.
"Are you sure you want to take this on? I can do it by myself." Quinn says again with more assertion.
"I'm no deadbeat. I know what it feels like to only have one parent because the other was too much of a coward to stick around. I'm not doing that to my kid. So like it or not Fabray, you're stuck with me." Quinn gives a firm nod.
"Have you been to the doctor?" Quinn nods again.
"Yeah, I'm 9 weeks and 4 days." Santana nods this time as she chews the inside of her cheek.
"Do you need anything? I don't exactly know what I'm supposed to be doing here." Quinn lets out a short laugh.
"I got it San. I'm fine, just wanted to let you know."
"Right." Santana crosses her arms.
"Well, I'm going to go create world war III. Whatever happens, if you get a phone call from Rachel's phone, don't answer." She continues as she walks towards the door.
"Good luck." Quinn throws over her shoulder as Santana opens the door.
"I'm going to need a lot more than luck..." Santana says as she leaves Quinn's loft.