She's Worth It ch. 12
Sometimes I can't believe that I'm here in New York, pursuing my dream of becoming a Broadway star with my best friend and beautiful girlfriend by my side then I have to pinch myself to assure myself that this is very much real. I have been dreaming of being on Broadway ever since my Dads took to me to see my first show when I was younger and I was enraptured by the music, the acting as well as the production itself. It was then that I knew what I wanted to be and from then on, I devoted all of my time and energy to making that dream a reality although some people didn't always appreciate the value of my talent especially my asinine classmates. I was often on the receiving end of being thrown in dumpsters, slushies being thrown in my face and other humiliating things but all it has done was motivate me more to showing them that I'm the star that I'm destined to be.
Every dance and acting class had paid when I preformed in front of Carmen Tibideaux during my Glee club's final National performance and a few weeks later, I had received my NYADA acceptance letter. That's when the real work for my dream had begun and I have been striving to make it come true although my dance teacher Cassandra July has made it her mission to tear me down every chance she gets but despite this, I know that one day I'm going to make her eat her words. I even manage to land a leading role in an -off Broadway play and rehearsals have been exponentially well as most of my cast-mates have been pleasant and helpful with the exception of my understudy Rowena Benson. She's been a thorn in my side ever since I beat out for the role of Rosemary Williams and has been giving backhanded compliments, little snide comments or out right saying that she could done something better than me.
I try not to let it bother me but sometimes it does, making me feel like I'm back in high school with the mean popular girls making fun of how I dress or how I look but I refuse to let any of them see me cry in front of them although their words did a number on my confidence. I don't say anything to Quinn or Santana because I know how they would react as much as I would appreciate them cutting Rowena down to size, I know that I can't rely on them every time my feelings are hurt. Sometimes I need to handle the situation on my own like an adult, ignoring my understudy's words and focusing on making sure that I give the best performance that I can give before heading home.
As soon as I walk through the door, I hear the loud discussion of the jazz singer and the writer in the living room while giggling to hear them arguing over which ship should've been canon in Harry Potter. The NYU student is Pro Harry/Hermione and the Latina's Pro Harry/Ginny as the two get rather heated as they throw out facts that their ship is superior, shaking my head at my dorks as no one would believe me if I told anyone about this. I take off my coat, hanging it on the coat rack by the door before walking over towards the bickering pair as I give them both a kiss on the temple then going towards my room to study my lines for a little bit. I pull out my script, mouthing the words when I look up at the sound of someone knocking on the open door to see my girlfriend standing in the doorway before walking in fully wordless as I couldn't get a read on her mood.
She gently takes my face in her hands, guiding it upwards so I look into her hypnotic hazel eyes as I find myself once again losing myself in them as she leans down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss that makes my toes curl. After a few well placed kisses on my neck and collarbone, I tuck on Quinn's red flannel shirt until her body is press against my body as my script lies forgotten on the bed while we make-out out, hands roaming languidly underneath clothing. I let out a pitiful whine when the writer pulls away to see her smirking down at me before taking an expression of love and adoration, playing with a lock of my hair. The badass might not know what's going on but having her here like this is helping more than she knows, leaning up to peck her on the lips as she rolls off me in favor of picking up my script to place back in my bag.
The NYU student takes my hand then leads me back into the living room where Santana was, still sitting on the couch as I'm guide to sitting on as well as my girlfriend disappears into the kitchen. I turn to the jazz singer to ask what's going on but before I could get the words out, she pulls my feet onto her lap to massage my feet and it feels absolutely amazing after being on my feet for so long. I couldn't stop the embarrassingly loud moan that escape past my lips as Santana raises a teasing eyebrow while the heat rises to my cheeks but thankfully she doesn't call me out on it, continuing to her administrations. Quinn comes back with a plate of food that I assume is vegan, sitting next to me as she offers me a fork full of food before moving my hand away to feed me as open my mouth. Despite what the writer might say, she is a wonderful cook even though she's still bent on eating dead animal carcasses but makes decent vegan dishes when she feels like it.
I don't know what I did to deserve such lavish treatment but I am no way going to complain as the badass moves to wash the dirty dishes before returning a few minutes later, sitting behind me before guiding me to lie against her front. The jazz singer puts in a movie into the DVD player before going back to her position on the couch but I wasn't having any of it, grabbing her wrist as I pull her to lie on me then wrapping my arms loosely around her neck. She looks up at me hesitantly for a moment before placing a lingering kiss on her forehead to assure that it's okay as it a minute or two afore she relaxes as the start of my favorite movie Funny Girl appears on the screen. I was having a bit of a bad day because of Rowena and Cassandra but thankfully my girls were able to turn it around for by just being there for me without realizing it and I couldn't be more grateful to them for it.
Daddy told me that one day that I would find someone that would love and treasure me like a princess that I was and when I do that I should hold onto them but I don't think that he would count on me finding not one but two people that treats me in that way. Dad said that it's not often that everyone finds their soul mate or their great love in their lifetime and I think that it's true while I think that I might have found something like that with Quinn and Santana. I know that I see myself spending the rest of my life with the writer and I think I can do the same with the jazz singer even though we might not be in a relationship… yet but I do know that she's someone that I want in my life for a long time. I have never been one to shy away from my feelings and if I bottle them up for too long, they have a tendency to burst out all at once as it has happen a few times in the past and it wasn't pretty as I have gotten my feelings because I had came on too strong.
I want to tell the Latina about our shared feelings for her but the last thing that I want to do is scare from after she's coming along so well after everything with her abusive ex as I want more than anything to protect from everything bad in the world. I shake my head to rid myself of those thoughts because it's turning out to be a delightful evening and I don't want to dampen it with those kind of feelings before sinking into the warmth surrounding me, singing quietly to the songs on the television. After a couple of musicals is when we decide to call it a night as Quinn has class in the morning and the afternoon as Santana has a shift at the dinner and I have class and rehearsal. I was gift with having the first go with bathroom as my nightly routine takes up a significant amount of time but I try not to take a long time, deciding to wear a form fitting long sleeve shirt while forgo wearing sleep shorts to be.
The badass walks in after taking a shower and cuddles to me, hands roaming up and down my legs as I roll my eyes at her lack of subtlety because it's no secret that my girlfriend is a bit of a thing for my legs. We both look up when Santana knocks shyly on the door as it obvious that she has something on her mind but wasn't sure how to word it as Quinn rolls off me for a moment to pat the open space between the two of us. The jazz singer walks over, climbing between us as a silence settles between us while waiting for our companion to gather her thoughts as I take her hand in my own in effort to let her know that we're here for her.
"I have… well the band has a show coming up in a week and I um I well" Santana stammers.
"That's amazing San. I'm so proud of you and you've been working so hard" I said kissing her forehead.
"And you wanted to know if we would come?" Quinn asked raising an eyebrow.
"Kind of but it's no big deal if you have something better" Santana grumbles.
"Hey! Of course we're coming" I said gently lifting her chin so we're locking eyes. "We wouldn't miss it for the world"
"We meant what we said about us being a family and we'll be to support you in any way that we can, Santana"
"Thank you" Santana whispers, eyes watering.
"Oh sweetie, don't cry. You're too beautiful to cry" I said wiping away her tears with my thumbs.
"I'm okay, I'm good" Santana said sniffling. "Today wasn't suppose to be about me anyway"
"It's going to take awhile getting used to people actually caring but we do care about you, Santana. More than anything as you two don't know how much this evening as improve my mood after the day that I had as spending tonight with my girls is absolutely amazing" I said kissing her cheek then Quinn's.
"Your girl?" Santana asked raising an eyebrow before smirking. "I don't remember agreeing that to that"
"Too late to back out now as I plan on keeping you for as long as I can" I giggle.
"Way to make me sound like a pet" Santana said rolling her eyes.
"You're nothing like a pet, I was hoping more like a lover" I said whispering the last part.
Santana's eyes widen as it dawn on me that I didn't whisper it low enough for her not heard it as I curse my lack of tact but this isn't the way that I want her finding out as it's too late to take it back and I don't think that I want to. Quinn sighs, running her hand through her hair as it's out there now and we're unsure of what's going to happen now that the Latina knows as looks between us, biting her lips nervously.
"Santana I-"
"Do you mean it? Do you mean what you said? You're not just saying that to mess with me because I don't think that my heart could take it if this is some cruel joke" Santana said slowly shrinking into herself.
"We mean it as we're very serious about pursuing something with you if it's something that you want but never said anything because we were afraid of how you might take it" Quinn said loosely wrapping her arms around Santana.
"You mean so much to us, Santana and you made it so easy for us to love you. We want to ours forever but you don't have to make any decisions right now. Take all the time you'll need to think about this seriously and honestly but we promise you if you want a relationship with us then you'll never have to question our love and devotion to you" I said kissing her forehead.
"I… I want this. I want you, I have for awhile now but I was afraid of getting too attach and have you not feel anything for me. In the past, I broke up happy couples without a second thought but I don't want to be that person and I don't want to do to you two"
"You're not that person anymore as we're going to be equals in this relationship, any decision that we make, we will make together and be in agreement. We love you so much" I said grinning.
"Are you sure about this? Are you sure that you want time to think about? As much as I want you to be ours, I want you to be absolutely sure about this" says Quinn.
"I've never been sure about anything in my life, Barbie" Santana teases.
Quinn snorts at the nickname, pulling Santana closer to her as I slowly lean forward to capture her lips in a chaste kiss and honestly it was like fireworks had exploded. I pull back slightly to see the daze look in the Latina's eyes as she grabs the back of my head, fusing our lips together once more in a less gentle but passionate kiss as a groan is heard to see the writer looking at us with darken eyes. The jazz singer smirks before placing a kiss on our shared girlfriend's lips as the sight of them kissing shots a pleasure to my core but I know that none of us are ready to take step just yet. In my head, I'm already preparing our first date as trio before laying down with my arms wrap around both girls, feeling happier than I ever have.
~Nicole The Dragon Rider signing off
End of ch. 12