Quinn still isn't sure how to feel about what Santana told her. While she's happy she was able to let her know how she felt and not be rejected, it still stings slightly. What is Santana holding on to? Why isn't she ready to move on yet? Is she still in love with Rachel? It's been months...but you can't rush people's feelings.
Over the last couple months of her pregnancy, Quinn hasn't noticed any differences in her relationship with Santana. They've been taking it one day at a time like Santana suggested but the closest they got to a romantic moment was the brief kiss Santana gave her before going to work. It's a step in the right direction but Quinn wants all of Santana.
It's taken Santana longer than she wanted to realize that Quinn is all she ever needed. After all theses years, all the hook ups, arguments, backstabbing and even slaps...Quinn has always been the one for her. She's never felt this way about anyone other than Quinn, not even Rachel. If she hadn't been so afraid to tell Quinn and potentially ruin their friendship, maybe they could've been happy together a long time ago. So what is she waiting for now? Quinn told her she loves her so why is she still letting her fear hold her back? Santana doesn't know the answer but it doesn't matter anymore because she's throwing caution to the wind. No way she's going to let Quinn slip through her fingers.
"Q? You home?" Santana says as she enters their shared loft.
"Mostly." Santana's eyebrows knit at the response until she notices Quinn on her laptop.
"Maternity leave means working no longer exists. You know that right?" Santana says as she walks over to Quinn.
"Yes but if I can do anything other than sit in this house. I will."
"Why don't you just go outside?" Santana asks as she sits beside her.
"Because my back hurts and hemorrhoids." Santana face turns up in disgust.
"Ew. TMI, Q." Quinn chuckles as she closes her laptop.
"You think it's uncomfortable to hear about it? Try dealing with it. Anyway, how was your day?" Santana shrugs lightly.
"Same shit different day. Still have no idea why I decided to go into real estate. Are you hungry?" Quinn only stares at Santana in response.
"I'll rephrase. What would you like to eat?"
"Pasta...and a lot of it." They share a brief laugh as Santana shakes her head.
"I'll go get you some but you have to do something for me first." Quinn raises an eyebrow.
"Nothing sexual."
"You just mentioned one extreme boner killer less than 60 seconds ago, so it's definitely not sexual." Quinn glares at her slightly, causing her to chuckle.
"So, what is it?" Quinn questions as Santana smiles at her.
"Be my girlfriend."
"Are you serious?" Quinn responds as a smile creeps it's way to her lips.
"That's rhetorical right?"
"No. Are you sure? I don't want you to pull away because you weren't ready." Santana smiles warmly at her before pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.
"I'm sure Lucy." Quinn playfully glares at the other woman as she scrunches her nose in annoyance.
"You know I hate when you use my first name."
"Yeah, but I love how cute you look when I say it." Quinn sticks her tongue out at Santana, who laughs lightly.
"Put it away if you're not going to use it." Quinn smirks as she puts her hand on the back of Santana's neck.
Santana lets herself be pulled closer and watches as Quinn swipes her tongue over her top lip. Santana captures her lips with her own, gently tugging her bottom with her teeth. Quinn's hand pulls Santana closer their kiss deepens. The women hear Santana's phone begin to ring but choose to ignore it as they lose themselves in each other Quinn begins to move so she can straddle Santana but pauses when Santana's phone begins to ring again.
"You might want to get that." Quinn says almost breathlessly as she pulls away from Santana.
"It better be fucking important." Quinn giggles with a shake of her head as she watches Santana pull her phone out of her pocket and put it to her ear.
"B I'm kind-" Santana stops talking abruptly as her eyes widen and she quickly stands from the couch.
"Where is she?" Concerned, Quinn stands as fast as she can following Santana as she walks towards the door.
"What's going on?" Quinn asks once Santana hangs up.
"Rachel's in labor. We gotta go!"
"How are you feeling?" Quinn asks from her spot near Rachel's hospital bed. Only she and Rachel are in the room at the moment, Brittany and Santana having went to the nursery to see the baby.
"Exhausted." Rachel gives a tired smile, turning her head to face Quinn.
"Take a nap. You earned it." Quinn responds softly and Rachel nods.
"I will. I'm still in shock that I just had a baby." Quinn chuckles.
"Yeah, earlier than me which makes no sense." Rachel nods.
"Yes but he should be fine right?" Quinn sees the worry on Rachel's face and grabs her hand to comfort her.
"He'll be fine. Did you two decide on a name yet? I know you were going back and forth." Rachel's worry washes away slightly as she answers Quinn.
"Benji. We still haven't decided on his last name though." Quinn nods.
"You've got time. Do you need anything?" Rachel shakes her head.
"No, I'm okay. Thanks."
"Okay. Try to get some sleep because you're going to need it. We'll be here when you wake up." Rachel smiles and squeezes her hand before she shuts her eyes.
"This is amazing. He is so adorable!" Brittany excitedly exclaims as she and Santana watch Benji from the other side of a glass window.
"He's fucking perfect. I can't believe he's actually here." Santana says softly as she lovingly gazes at her son.
"He's so tiny...hi Benji!" Brittany waves at him excitedly and Santana chuckles.
"I don't think he can hear you B...I'm glad you were with her when it happened." Brittany glances at Santana and her smile falters a bit.
"I think...we should talk." Brittany says quietly, Santana looks over to her and sees her head hung slightly.
"What's up?" Brittany begins to nervously chew her lip as she takes a step back.
"I really like Rachel...and I don't want you to be mad at me but...I can't help how I feel." Upon looking at Brittany's features, Santana can tell she feels remorseful for having feelings...and that doesn't feel right to her. She doesn't want to be the reason for someone's unhappiness.
"B...if you like her, don't let me stop you from being happy. Yeah, it'll be an adjustment or whatever but I have to adjust to a lot of shit now."
"Are you sure? Because I love you way more and I can find someone else." Santana nods with a soft sigh.
"I'm sure Britt and I love you too. I just want you to be happy." She says with a smile pulling Brittany into a hug.
"Great day to start our relationship right?" Santana jokes as she holds her son in her arms.
"You can't ever seem to have one major life event happening at one time." Santana chuckles as Quinn sets her hand on her shoulder.
"Britt and I are gonna head back. I'll be by in the morning." Quinn leans down slightly to kiss Santana goodbye before she and Brittany leave Rachel's hospital room.
"Don't go into labor without me." Quinn rolls her eyes as she waves to Rachel and leaves the room.
"So...I think you've had plenty of quality time. My turn!" Rachel stretches her arms out towards Santana with a wide smile.
"I don't think so. You just gave him back." Rachel frowns as she puts her arms down.
"But I want him back. Just for two minutes? Please?" Santana smirks, rolling her eyes as she stands and hands Rachel the baby.
"Were you able to speak with my fathers?" Rachel asks as she settles with her son.
"Yeah, they said they'll be up this weekend. My mom is probably already on a plane but she said she wouldn't be here until Friday." Rachel nods as she gently caresses Benji's cheek.
"So, I'm assuming things between you and Quinn have taken a turn." Rachel smirks at her as she sits back in her chair near the bed.
"Nope, that's just how we say goodbye now." Rachel rolls her eyes.
"I made it official with her right before Britt called." Rachel smiles softly at her ex.
"Well, I'm glad you two are happy."
"Mhm. What were you two doing together when you went into labor?" Rachel redirects her attention back to her son.
"What's his last name going to be?" Rachel questions in an attempt to change the subject.
"Pierce." Rachel glances at Santana to find her staring at her with a playful smirk.
"Rach, you can just tell me. B already did." Rachel sighs with a nod of her head.
"Well...if you must know, nothing is happening between us. Brittany and I have decided not to pursue anything out of respect for your feelings."
"Well fuck my feelings. Do what you want. You should explore whatever is going on between you two." Rachel studies her curiously before responding.
"But it wouldn't be awkward for you?"
"Extremely, but I'll get over it. You have my blessing or whatever." Santana says with a small smile.
"Well...thank you. It means a lot." Santana nods and stands from seat.
"Where are you going?" Rachel asks.
"Nowhere. Your two minutes are up." Santana grins as she holds her hands out towards Rachel.
"No. I carried him for all this time, I deserve this. Isn't it enough that he doesn't look anything like me?" Santana chuckles. Rachel is right though. As of right now, he looks exactly like Santana just with lighter skin.
"Nope. He stole my face but we still need to establish our bond. Plus, he has your hair color." Rachel sighs softly as she reluctantly hands Santana their child.
"We both have dark hair Santana." Rachel deadpans to which Santana grins as she cradles her son.
"Yeah, so you can't really prove me wrong." Rachel rolls her eyes and lies back in the bed, opting to watch them spend time together since she is still extremely tired.