A.N. You didn't think this would be all sunshine and rainbows did you? Also, from now on all further chapters will be in the present.

Just a heads up: Quinn is not going to be very likable the next couple of chapters. But you just gotta go on this with me.

Oh and I know

And you know that we've been here before

I think I know how it should end

We got an audience calling us crazy

Santana felt like a white suburban mom.

The ones that hoot and howl over every little thing in preparation for company.

She feels like that, because that's exactly what she's doing right now.

Hooting and howling over every little thing in preparation for company.

"If you move a pillow to sit on the couch, what do you do with the pillow when you're done sitting on the couch? YOU PUT THE PILLOW BACK! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU GUYS?!"

She had finally managed to convince Quinn to agree to a civilized dinner with Taylor's parents. It involved a lot of placating and a lot of sex.

So naturally, she had to make sure the house was spic and span, because she wouldn't be caught dead in a filthy home.

Luckily, her children had pulled their own weight and helped, she was now just doing the finishing touches, like putting throw pillows in their proper place and screwing the cap on the milk jug tighter.

She also made sure to keep an eye on Quinn just in case she decided to booby trap the place. At this point she wouldnt put it pass her.

Ryland came bouncing into the kitchen excitedly, "What did you make for dinner tonight, Mommy? You got my text about the Berry-July's dietary restrictions right?"

Despite being the second oldest, Ryland still called Santana 'mommy' occasionally. Especially, when she was excited or wanted something.

"Yes. Cassandra and Jaxxon are allergic to peanuts and Taylor won't eat anything with a face. We'll see how long that lasts because you're a carnivore like your Mom. And I passed it along to Beth because she cooked." Santana fussed around the kitchen. Dusting and swatting at imaginary dust.

"But what if Mama convinced Bethy to poison Rachel?!"

Santana rolled her eyes. Did her daughter really think her mother would do something like that? Or better question. Did she really think Santana would let her mother do something like that?

"Q's been here all day and I have her phone. I talked with Beth about everyone's needs and she made something suitable for everyone. Everything is going to be okay. Calm down, Babygirl."

Ryland pouted, "How do you know if Rachel has any restrictions? I didn't text you about her."

"We dated, remember?"

"No. I wasn't there."

"...Everything is going to be okay. Now, get out of my kitchen and set the dining room table. You might have to bring some more chairs in from the garage."

Ryland nodded.

Quinn stared at her wife with a partially unreadable expression on her face.

She had been tricked into this. Bribed, if you will. Maybe even conned.

Sure, she was more or less fine with Taylor dating her daughter, but she wasn't really fine with spending more than an hour in a room with one of the only other people on the planet who knows what her wife looks like naked.

Great.

Her wife looks great naked. And Rachel Berry knew that.

She was doing her best to hide her blatant jealousy and anger but she wasn't an oscar winning actress for a reason.

"Are you getting all primped up for me or for her?" It sort of just slipped out. Santana had been putting on her makeup for the past hour and Quinn couldn't help but wonder. She was slowly slipping back into that insecure, mad at the world teenager that thankfully Santana never met.

Santana had never rolled her eyes harder in her life, "I'm not about to start this with you."

"You're avoiding the question."

"Because you should know the answer by now."

"For me?"

Santana put the finishing touches on her dark tinted red lip. Smacking them dramatically, then placing the tube of lipstick back onto her vanity.

She turned toward Quinn with a smirk, "Oh no. For me."

Quinn could only watch her walk out the door and into the main living area of the house.

Quinn would try to keep the snarkiness to a minimum. If only because she's sure if she doesn't she'll never get to see Santana's great nakedness again.

Dinner, to everyone's surprise, isn't that awkward. Probably due to the fact that Taylor easily dominated the conversation, Santana is a bit preoccupied with fussing over Kaleb, and Quinn has had a full glass of red wine.

"Tay Tay! How did your parents react to you telling them Ryland was your mate? Did they throw a tantrum like Mama did?" Peyton asked, her mischievous smile poorly hidden behind her glass of lemonade.

Sometimes, Santana thinks Peyton forgets she still lives with them unlike her older siblings and can most definitely still be grounded. She had to resort to her signature glare, but it did the trick as Peyton slumped into her chair, thoroughly frightened.

Taylor looked confused at the question. Peyton knew the answer. They're literally best friends. She was the first one she told.

"No. Mom just mumbled that it probably made sense and then I went to go play soccer."

Ryland smiled lovingly across the table at Taylor. Beth made a gagging sound.

Santana thanked whatever being was listening that Peyton's chaos energy hadn't prevailed. If Santana thought, Ryland was her demon child while she was pregnant with her, she surely hadn't seen anything yet.

"Okay, why don't all of you kids, go do whatever it is you do in the livingroom. Mom doesn't need you to see her scarf down an entire bottle of merlot in one gulp." Santana mumbled that last part under her breath.

Everyone but Beth left the table, happy to be excused.

Santana stared at her blankly.

"I'm 22."

Santana isn't exactly sure why but her patience is wearing thin quickly. Her eye is starting to twitch.

"Did I ask how old you were?"

"No, ma'am. Excuse me." She bowed her head dramatically before grabbing Kaleb and scurrying from the table.

"Kids. So...interesting." Rachel said in an attempt to break the silence.

"Yeah. I keep telling myself that my reward for not killing them are future grandchildren. Well, actually. I'm already terrified of whatever Peyton procreates."

Both Rachel and Cassandra laughed at Santana's joke.

"So, how'd you two meet?" Quinn asked inbetween sips of her wine. She wasn't even looking in Rachel and Cassandrd's direction, if only because it was sort of hard to peer around Santana in their positions.

Santana tried to listen for answers she really did, but her reasoning for her irritability comes to light all at once. She's sweating and almost slumps over into Quinn, but she somehow managed to keep herself upright.

Quinn and Rachel's eyes snapped to her at the same time. And the last time Santana felt this much dread, was when she found out that Quinn and Rachel had found out about each other.

It's almost like Santana saw Rachel's mouth move in slow motion. She willed her ot to say anything, just let her silently excuse herself from the table and take her suppressants, but no. Things were never easy when it came to Rachel and Quinn.

Rachel offhandedly mumbled "That's familiar." She doesn't really mean anything by it. Santana knew that, hell even Cassandra knew that.

But Santana can see the glass in Quinn's hand start to shake.

"What did you just say?"

"Huh? Oh nothing. I didn't mean anything by it, Quinn. I swear."

"Q...let it go." Santana did her best to calm her down with a light touch to her thigh.

"It's no big deal. It was stupid I shouldn't have said it."

"You fucking my wife isn't a big deal?" Quinn loved her parents for the most part. But times like this she really despised them. They raised her like this and as hard she fought...she was a Fabray afterall. It's easier to blame them, than it is to blame herself.

"Quinn! What the hell?" Santana stared at her alpha who seemed to be looking right through her to Rachel. The pent up anger in her eyes was quite astonishing.

"What's your problem, Quinn? It's been years and the only one who still fucking cares is you." Rachel said with a shake of her head.

"My problem is you."

Rachel rolled her eyes, "I'm married with two beautiful kids. I don't want your wife and she doesn't want me. Grow up."

Rachel gathered her belongings and gestured for her wife to follow her. Cassandra did so reluctantly, she shot a glance of sympathy toward Santana but otherwise didn't say anything.

The family left, two confused children in tow.

Santana swallowed harshly, it was surprisingly easy to fight off her heat instincts considering she wanted very little to do with the person that's supposed to help her through that at the moment.

"Well. Congratulations."

Quinn''s brow furrowed, not in the least bit surprised when Santana didn't elaborate.

Santana got up from the table without a word. She headed to the livingroom and poked her head in, "Peyton, do you mind cleaning up the table. You don't have to do the dishes, just put them in the sink. Thank you." Beth and Ryland stared after her.

Peyton set about doing the task without any fan fare, sensing pretty easily that something was off.

Santana then hurried into her bedroom. Wiping at her eyes and her makeup.

She knew Quinn had followed her. Probably wanting an explanation about what she said.

"Why can't you just let it go? It's been twenty years. You said you were over it, but every time you're even slightly reminded you blow up. You know how sorry I am but it feels like I'm still being punished."

"You slept with her. You're mine and you slept with her." Quinn look at Santana like she didn't understand how she didn't get that.

"I'm yours now. I wasn't back then. Even if you imprinted on me I wasn't your mate. I wasn't even your girlfriend. I didn't cheat on you. Why does everything I did have to be some slight against you?"

Quinn huffed, "You knew I loved you. You led me on you made me think that it was only me. That you were only going to choose me."

"What did I ever say to make you think that? Was marrying you not enough? Is being your mate not enough? Those three beautiful babies not enough?"

"We have four kids."

"Oh, hop off your shit, Lucy. You know that's not what I meant."

Quinn doesn't say anything further. She only stares at some point passed Santana's head.

"Am I not enough for you, Quinn? Because I don't know what else I can give you. I gave you my life, my love, my womb. But it's still not enough for you. What else do you want from me?!" Santana tried not to raise her voice too much, but it was sort of a hard feat to accomplish around her tears.

"To go back in time and not sleep with her. To say she never meant anything to you."

"Oh. You want the impossible." Santana nodded slowly, not agreeing in the slightest. But she got it now.

"Say it."

"You know I can't."

"Say it, Santana."

"We told each other that we would never lie to each other, and I'll be damned if I start now."

"...Then tell me to leave."

"Quinn..."

"I need to go, but I can't do it unless you tell me to."

Santana choked on a sob, "Fine. Go. Just know, if you walk out of that front door everything that I have said tonight, will be proven right."

That got Quinn to hesitate. To rethink breifly. But her alpha is telling her to go before she does something she really regrets. So, she leaves. And the pain that encompasses her heart is nothing like she had ever felt in her life.

Santana heard the door slam shut and with it, Peyton walked into the room. They pretend that they dont see the tears in each other's eyes, "Mommy?" Her omega is calling out to Santana's, probably more than she realized.

Peyton is technically a pup and she needs comfort, so even though Santana felt like curling up into a ball and dying she gives it to her.

She practically fell into her lap and she sniffled. Santana and Quinn's bond isn't broken by any means, but even the children can tell there's something not quite right.

"I didn't mean for you to hear that, Mija."

"Are you two going to be okay? I've never seen Mama that mad before."

And that question coming from her daughter seemed to hurt the most, "I hope so, Pey. I hope so."