A/N: Not sure how to categorize this but it'll have sad times, good times and sexy times? (maybe) but the story is going to follow the girls through their pregnancies. Also some Fabezberry, Faberry and Faberrittana vibes. it probably won't be as angsty as my previous stories have been but it will be a slow burn here so thanks to anyone reading this and I hope you enjoy.
Santana nervously chews her lip, sitting on the far end of the couch, trying to maintain as much space as possible away from her fiance. It took Santana longer than she thought to muster the courage to tell Rachel about her situation. Their situation. Santana definitely didn't expect a baby to come from her hookup with Quinn but she has to own up to what she did. After a week, Santana finally sat Rachel down and told her the news. Rachel hasn't said anything yet, she's only been staring straight ahead since Santana said anything.
"Baby..." Santana tentatively calls out.
"Hm?" Rachel responds, continuing to blankly stare.
"Are...you okay? I mean, I know it's like a lot but...I didn't break you right?" Santana asks. Rachel licks her lips slowly, her eyes downcast as she lets out a shaky breath.
"I don't...I don't know what to say..." Rachel shakes her head lightly.
"I'm so sorry Rachel. I never meant for this happen." Santana says with a soft sigh.
"I know...I just don't know...where do we go from here?" Rachel asks, tears gliding down her cheeks.
"This doesn't have to change anything between us. I still love you...but I have to be there for my kid."
"I'd never keep you away from your child Santana...but..." Rachel trails off, biting her upper lip.
"Rachel, I want to be with you...but I get it. If this is too much..." Santana feels the sting of tears in her eyes and bites the inside of her cheek, knowing she messed up.
"Santana...I'm pregnant too." Rachel says quietly and Santana eye's widen.
"Wait...what? You're...how? When? Fuck..." Santana's mind races as she tries to process everything.
"How sure are you?" Rachel wipes her eyes and sighs.
"I'm sure Santana." Sighing, Santana runs a hand through her hair.
"I was going to tell you over dinner. I thought maybe you'd be happy about this." Santana glances at the woman who seems to be folding in on herself. She moves to the cushion next to Rachel and takes the smaller woman's hand.
"I am happy...I just wish the timing was better." Rachel glances at her, nodding her head lightly.
"Do you know how far?" Santana asks, intertwining their fingers.
"6 weeks." Nodding, Santana moves closer until their thighs are touching.
"How do you feel about this?" Rachel shrugs weakly at the question.
"I was excited...but I'm not sure how to feel about anything now." Santana frowns, guilt filling her chest as she looks on Rachel's crestfallen face.
"I'm so sorry..." Is all Santana can think to say, but she knows that won't fix this.
"Maybe...maybe we shouldn't do this." Santana's eyebrows furrow.
"Do what?" She questions.
"Any of it. Be together...be parents."
"You...want to terminate the pregnancy?" Rachel shrugs as more tears spill over onto her cheeks.
"I...don't. But maybe we were only fooling ourselves thinking this would truly work between us. We've been unstable since the start...and we may love each other but there's more to a relationship than love." Rachel looks into Santana's eyes and squeezes her hand gently.
The words hurt but Santana isn't sure Rachel is wrong. Maybe they weren't supposed to end up together and were just trying to make it fit. Trying to make it work.
"I...don't want to give up on you." Santana says through her tears.
"We're not giving up. We're realizing that we're better as friends...and co-parents now." Rachel says, gently wiping Santana's tears.
"Are you sure this is the answer?" Santana asks quietly.
"I'm not sure of anything but we both deserve to be happy. Whether it be together or apart. I still love you more than anything but..." Rachel trails off as her words are lost on her tongue.
"I get it. I do...but I can't just forget about you." Rachel gives her a wistful smile and cups her cheek.
"I would never want to forget about you. Being with you has brought me so much joy and who is to say what the future holds? Maybe we are destined to be together and this is just a pit stop on the way to our happy ending? I love you Santana...but I think this may be the best for both of us right now." Rachel places a chaste kiss to Santana's lips before getting up and walking to her bedroom.
"Can you pretend to get drunk with me?" Santana says as she sits her bottle of whiskey on Quinn's kitchen counter.
"I take it the baby news didn't go over so well?" Quinn asks, sliding into the seat at her island. She watches as Santana grabs two glasses and pours whiskey in one.
"That's putting it mildly." Santana says as she grabs the bottle of Coke sitting next to the whiskey and pours it into the other glass.
"What happened?" Quinn asks as Santana grabs the glasses, walking over to the island and handing one to Quinn.
"I got dumped. Again. For real this time." Quinn can't help but roll her eyes as she sips her soda.
"You know how many times I've heard that in the past couple years?" Quinn asks with an arched eyebrow. Santana rolls her eyes as she takes a long sip from her glass.
"I don't wanna hear your shit right now. I'm only here because the one woman I haven't knocked up won't answer the damn phone." Santana says with a sigh.
"What do you mean, the one woman?" Quinn asks.
"Oh, did I forget to mention that Rachel is fucking pregnant too?" Quinn's eyebrows rise as her eyes widen.
"Seriously? Have you ever heard of a condom?" Santana rolls her eyes.
"How far along is she?" Quinn asks as Santana walks back to the counter to grab her alcohol.
"Like a month behind you. How the fuck am I supposed to juggle two kids at once, when I don't even know how to handle a single kid!" Santana huffs, sitting the bottle on the island and leaning forward against it.
"I never had to deal with that so I don't know but...congrats? You're a mother of two." Santana rolls her eyes.
Quinn has spent years mastering the art of hiding her true feelings. Knowing that Rachel is also pregnant hurts more than it enrages her. It sounds dumb, because it is, but she wanted to be the only one with Santana's child. At least for now. It would connect them on a level that no one else would be able to experience because it would've been Santana's only child, but that idea has just flown out the window.
"You'll figure it out. I mean you live with Rachel -"
"For now. No way I can stay there for long." Santana interrupts.
"Like I said before, my couch is always available. But I was saying, you still have access to Rachel so if you want to fix it, fix it." Quinn shrugs, sitting her glass on the island.
"I'm pretty sure it's over Q. For good."
"I'll believe it when I see it." Quinn says and Santana glares at her, bringing her glass to her lips.
"Do you want to stay here tonight?" Quinn asks softly.
"Probably not. Last time I was here we made a fucking baby." Santana responds, replenishing her drink.
"It's not like I can magically get pregnant again."
"Are you...you're not suggesting we have sex again because you're already pregnant, are you?" Quinn shakes her head.
"No, pervert. I'm just...nevermind. You should stay here since you're drinking and since you're so worried I'll somehow seduce you, I'll stay in my bedroom." Santana chews her lip, considering the offer.
"I'll stay but you can't leave. If I drink alone I'm just pathetic."
"Since I'm pregnant and can't actually drink, you're pathetic either way." Santana glares at the smirking woman.
"I'll stay for a little while but I have to be up early."
"Yeah, yeah. Just come sit on the couch with me." Santana grabs her bottle, then walks over to Quinn's couch.
Quinn turns on the TV and talks to Santana until she finds something for them to watch. She watches as Santana pours herself drink after drink, letting her friend wallow in her misery for a bit before taking the bottle from her. After starting a movie, Quinn finds herself dozing off next to Santana. Bobbing in and out of consciousness as her head gently taps Santana's shoulder.
"I'm going to bed. You know where the blankets are." Santana nods as she watches Quinn stand from the couch.
"Night Q." Santana says as Quinn walks behind the couch, towards her bedroom.
"Night S." Quinn throws over her shoulder before leaving the living room.
Santana sighs as she watches whatever is playing on the TV. Soon, she finds herself becoming tired and strips down to her bra and panties. Santana grabs a blanket then goes to lie on the couch, attempting to sleep. For 10 minutes, she tosses and turns, unable to get comfortable. Her skin sticking to the leather. Sighing, Santana sits up and glances at Quinn's bedroom door. They've slept together in more than one meaning of the word, multiple different times. Why not just sleep with her now? Santana thinks to herself as she gets off the couch. Padding her way to the door, Santana gently pushes it open. Quinn is lying in the middle of the bed, on her side.
"Q?" Santana quietly calls out and gets a mumbled response.
"Your couch sucks. Move over." She says as she approaches the bed. Quinn mumbles something Santana can't make out but she doesn't care enough to bother Quinn again.
Santana grabs a corner of the comforter, pulling it back as she slides into the bed next to Quinn. Unsure if it was the warmth of her body or the calming scent of warm vanilla that pulled Santana in, she finds herself being the little spoon to Quinn's inviting body. Quinn's body curls into Santana's holding her tightly as Santana closes her eyes, melting into the embrace. Santana has always loved being Quinn's little spoon because her body fit perfectly into hers. Brittany was too long and Rachel was too short but Quinn was always just right and somehow knew exactly how Santana liked to be held.
Quinn hears the alarm on her phone, alerting her to wake up but the warm, soft body next to her is hindering any movement. Not because she can't untangle herself, but because she sees no reason to. It'll stop eventually, right? Quinn nestles her face further into Santana's chest, draping her arm over Santana's midsection and gently pulling her closer.
"Ugh! Shut the fuck up!" Santana groans, moving away from Quinn to grab the phone from the nightstand.
Quinn softly whimpers at the loss of contact before sitting up in the bed. Santana lies back down, facing Quinn, glancing at her through half open eyes.
"Why are you in my bed?" Quinn asks. Santana closes her eyes and shrugs.
"That fancy ass couch is only good for giving you back pain. Why do you even have a second bedroom if no one can use it?"
"Because I live alone and can do what I want." Quinn says, pushing the blanket from her body and standing.
"Well can you want to shut up? I'm trying to sleep." Quinn rolls her eyes as she heads into the bathroom.
Quinn takes her shower then begins to style her hair before walking back into her bedroom to pick out her outfit for the day. Santana is no longer in her bed so she quickly dresses then opens the bedroom door, a mouth watering aroma wafting in the air. Quinn takes a deep breath as her nose leads her to the kitchen. There she finds Santana plating a few pieces of bacon at the counter, dancing to the music in her headphones. Quinn silently watches Santana's hips sway as she sits at the island. Santana grabs the plates and turns, unbothered by Quinn's sudden appearance. She sits one plate in front of Quinn and sits next to her, sitting her plate down as well.
"I didn't know you even knew how to use a stove." Quinn jokes, grabbing the fork on the plate and eating some eggs. Santana pulls her headphones out before grabbing your own fork.
"I don't know what you said but I'm sure it was an insult. I'll let it go this morning." Santana says, grabbing a piece of toast from her plate and taking a bite.
"How mature of you. Thanks for breakfast." Quinn grabs a piece of bacon and almost moans biting the crunchy, salty strip of meat.
"Baby's gotta eat. I know you're used to coffee for breakfast but that shit is over. As long as you're carrying my kid, you're eating actual food." Quinn listens as she finishes her first strip of bacon.
"If you're going to cook for me everyday, you won't have to worry." Quinn responds to which Santana shrugs.
"I will if that's what it takes."
"Well if that's the case, doing laundry and cleaning puts stress on the baby so you should probably take care of that for me too." Santana's eyes narrow at the giggling woman.
"It was worth the shot. So what are your plans today?" Quinn asks.
"Nothing much. Took the day off because I fully expected to be hungover. I'm probably going to call my mom and get yelled at for having another baby on the way. After that, I'll probably eat all your snacks and cry on the couch." She says with a shrug. Quinn frowns slightly before patting Santana's shoulder sympathetically.
"Are you going to try to talk to Rachel?" Santana shakes her head.
"I mean, not about anything between us. I'll check on her because of the baby... see if she needs anything." Quinn nods, finishing her plate of food.
"She hasn't had morning sickness yet?" Santana shrugs.
"I haven't seen it but I'm not with her all day." Quinn nods again before looking to the microwave for the time.
"I have to get out of here. You're staying here right? Like for another night?" Santana nods, standing with Quinn from the island.
"Yeah." Quinn quickly walks over to the door to put her shoes on, facing away from Santana.
"Okay, there's a spare key in my nightstand if you need it." Quinn hears the refrigerator close as she stands upright.
"Got it." The close proximity of Santana's voice causes Quinn to jump.
"You okay?" Santana asks as Quinn faces her wide eyed.
"Why are you so close?" Santana shrugs and holds out a bag towards Quinn.
"Lunch." Santana says after noticing Quinn staring at her curiously.
"Did I really have to get knocked up for you to be nice to me?" Quinn asks playfully. Santana smirks as she grabs the bag from her.
"The short answer is yes."
"Anyone ever tell you, you'd make a great house wife?" Santana chuckles.
"No, but of course I would because I'm awesome at everything." Santana moves closer, reaching out to fix the collar of Quinn's buttons down.
"Now, you might want to hurry before you're late dear." Quinn chuckles at Santana's playful tone.
"Thank you, honey. I'll be back around 5." Quinn playfully adds.
Before she realizes what she's doing, Quinn gently places her hand on Santana's hip and leans forward. Just as her lips ghost near Santana's, Quinn snaps back to reality. Santana watches her closely, mildly stunned at Quinn's actions. Not wanting to make this any more awkward than it already is, Quinn quickly places a kiss to Santana's cheek before moving away.
"I'll...see you later." Quinn says quietly, ducking her head to hide her blush as she opens the door.
"Later Q." Santana says before Quinn closes the door behind her. Santana frowns, confused as to what just happened but then shrugs it off as she walks into the living room.