"How long are you going to give me the silent treatment?" Santana asks as she parks outside of the doctor's office.
Today is the day of their first ultrasound and while both women are excited, Santana isn't appreciating Quinn's behavior towards her. Ever since their argument last week, Quinn has been distant and cold, though Santana has apologized multiple times Quinn is still being stand-offish.
"I'm not giving you anything." Quinn says dryly as she looks out the window. Sighing, Santana rolls her eyes.
"Really? Because you won't even hold a conversation with me." Quinn shrugs her response.
"How many times do I have to apologize? I didn't mean to hurt your feelings or blame you. You know nothing was your fault. I was just upset but I still shouldn't have said it." Quinn sighs softly but doesn't respond.
"Are you ready?" Santana asks softly.
"Yes...and I'm not mad anymore. My feelings are hurt. I can get over you using me for sex but it takes two to do what we did so don't act like I forced you into anything." Santana nods.
"You're right. I did what I wanted to do and I can't blame anyone else." Quinn nods as she turns to look at Santana.
"I know you're hurting and I want to be here for you the same way you've been here for me, so just stop being a bitch and let me." Santana chuckles lightly and nods her head.
"Deal." Quinn smirks.
"But before we make up, I need to be honest with you so don't get mad." Santana nods for Quinn to continue.
"What you and Rachel had...it wasn't healthy and yeah I know you were happy when you two were together but come on, S...you know it wasn't going to last. You know that marriage would've been a mess and you know you two would be better off with someone else. That being said, I'll give you maybe another month to sulk, but you need to face reality and get your shit together. We're having a kid. You're having two kids and they need you as much as Rachel and I are going to need you and you can't help anyone if you're going to be like this." Santana silently stares at Quinn as her words sink in.
"You're right...I need to get my shit together...and I will." Santana breathes out. Both women can still feel the slightest amount of tension between them but it isn't as much as it was before.
"Thought I was supposed to be the one having the mood swings." Quinn jokes, hoping to resolve it.
"Yeah, yeah. Next time just slap me." Santana says with a smirk.
"With pleasure. We both know how good I am at that." Quinn says grinning happily. Santana rolls her eyes as she gets out of the car with Quinn following her.
After their appointment, Santana excitedly called everyone she could think of to show them the sonogram picture and had a very high pitched conversation with Brittany for at least 5 minutes. Quinn found her actions equally amusing and adorable and is mentally preparing herself for the same thing to happen again in a few weeks when she sees the baby she's having with Rachel. Santana dropped Quinn off at home then went to Rachel's. They hadn't seen each other since she moved out and Santana wants to make sure she's okay.
"I told you to keep your key so that you didn't have to knock." Rachel says while opening the door.
"I know." Santana walks into the living room.
"You hungry?" She asks and Rachel shrugs.
"I could eat. What were you thinking?"
"Tacos and margaritas." Rachel tilts her head slightly as her eyebrows knit.
"For me obviously and B if she ever texts back."
"That sounds fine. Give me a second to get ready." Santana nods as Rachel leaves the room.
Once Rachel is ready, they leave and head to the restaurant. While waiting for Brittany, Santana orders a drink and Rachel orders nachos.
"How's the baby?" Santana asks as she stirs her drink with her straw.
"Fine, just like they were when you asked yesterday." Rachel chuckles lightly before sipping her water.
"Yeah...I'm trying not to make this awkward but...it's kinda hard." Rachel nods.
"I think...it should be awkward for a little while. We're both trying to heal and that takes time so the awkwardness between us needs to get out now so that when this little one gets here, we don't have to feel weird around each other." Santana nods understandingly.
"I agree...better now than later."
"How's Quinn?" Rachel asks. Santana smiles brightly, pulling the sonogram picture from her back pocket and handing it to Rachel.
"She's good. We saw the baby for the first time today! It was surreal, like I knew there was a baby in there but seeing them? It was fucking amazing!" Rachel smiles at Santana's excitement as she looks at the picture.
"That's great Santana...but I have no idea what I'm looking at." Rachel says and Santana chuckles as she points to the baby's head and body.
"Did you find out the sex yet?" Rachel asks as she hands the picture back.
"We would have but they were positioned weird. When do I get to see that one?" Santana asks, sliding the picture back into her pocket.
"We have a few more weeks." Rachel responds as Santana sips her drink.
"This is really fucking exciting!" Santana happily exclaims and Rachel chuckles.
"I see. I'm glad you're so excited to be a mother."
"Aren't you?" Santana asks and Rachel nods.
"Of course but I am also terrified." Santana's eyebrows knit.
"Why? Well I mean it is scary but I'm sure you have a reason in particular."
"...you know I grew up with no maternal figure...I'm not sure how to be one because I never saw it. What if I don't have a mother's instinct or any parental instincts at all? What if I can't give them what they need?" Rachel says sadly. Santana offers her a soft smile and gently squeezes the hand she has resting on the table.
"All you can do is try, right? And it's not like you're alone. I'm here and I don't know what the hell I'm doing either so we can figure it out together." Rachel smiles gratefully as she squeezes Santana's hand back.
"Thank you." Santana winks as she pulls her hand back.
"I always got your back. And we got your dads and my mom so I think we'll be alright. Has she called you at all?"
"I think what you meant to ask is, has she stopped calling me." Santana chuckles.
"But yes, I've spoken to Maribel." Rachel continues.
"Don't feel bad, she's been harassing Quinn too. With all kinds of advice and shit." Santana sips her drink again.
"That is exactly how most of our conversations go as well. I guess I'm happy she's so supportive."
"I'm glad that's how you see it." Santana responds, laughing lightly.
"Hey guys. Sorry I'm late." Brittany says as she walks over to the table. Rachel and Santana smile at her as she sits next to Rachel, quickly hugging her.
"It's cool because it's happy hour and I'm getting drunk to celebrate so you can drive me home. To make it up to me." The women laugh before Santana finishes her first drink.
"Rachel, you picked up weight." Rachel's eyes narrow as she stares at Santana, who hadn't realized what she said.
"What?" She questions.
"Are you saying I'm fat?" Santana's eyes widen slightly at Rachel's question.
"No! I meant the baby. Like you look bigger – no not bigger. You look pregnant?" Santana stumbles over her words and Brittany laughs watching the two.
"San meant she's happy you can eat again so you and the baby are at a healthy weight." Brittany adds to help Santana out of the hole she is currently digging. Santana looks at her gratefully as Rachel nods her head.
"Are you certain? Because I truly believe Santana was implying that I am fat." Brittany laughs lightly, gently patting Rachel's knee.
"San is happy you put on some weight after you scared her and she thinks you look hot. Right San?" Santana looks between the two curiously before responding with uncertainty.
"Yeah...?" Rachel turns to Brittany, giving her a small smile.
"Well thank you. Both of you. Now that I'm showing...I've been feeling a little self conscious about my body."
"You look hot Rach, pregnant or not." Santana isn't sure if Brittany is flirting with Rachel or just being herself but something seems...not platonic and she isn't sure how she feels about that.
"I'm ordering shots. B, you want one?"
"I'm driving you home, remember?" Santana nods.
"Right, 3 shots of tequila for me then." Rachel shakes her head while Brittany giggles at her friend.
Rachel had followed Santana and Brittany back to Quinn's in Brittany's car so that Brittany could drop her off. After Brittany got her inside, she left Quinn to deal with her intoxicated friend.
"Santana, it's only 7 o clock and you're drunk?" Quinn asks Santana who is sitting at their island.
"More like buzzed now. What? I wanted to celebrate. Sue me." Santana shrugs and Quinn shakes her head as she starts to head towards her bedroom.
"Where are you going?" Santana asks.
"To lie down. My back and boobs hurt." Quinn says as she continues walking.
"Want a massage?"
"Not by a drunk woman!" Quinn says as she enters her bedroom and lies on her stomach.
"I'm not drunk, I just didn't want to drive." Quinn hears from behind her. She angles her head to see Santana standing by the foot of her bed.
"I really don't believe you...but my back really does hurt so what the hell. Just don't make it worse." Santana nods then leaves the room. When she returns she's wearing boxers and a tank top and has a bottle of lotion in her hand.
"That's not the lotion by your nightstand, is it?" Quinn jokes.
"Do I look like a teenage boy? Shut up before I change my mind." Quinn laughs as she pulls her shirt up. Santana climbs on the bed, straddling Quinn's hips.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere. Just rub."
"Take your shirt off." Quinn lifts herself onto her elbows and pulls her shirt over her head as Santana puts some lotions in her hands, rubbing them together before placing her hands on Quinn's upper back.
"Are you comfortable on your stomach?" Santana applies more pressure through her fingers as she sweeps her hands across back.
"Mmmmmhmm." Quinn says as she closes her eyes.
"Feel that good?"
"Shut up." Santana chuckles as her hands move to Quinn's mid back.
"Where did you go when you left?" Quinn asks.
"To Rachel's then for tacos. Is Brittany into Rachel?" Quinn's eyebrows knit together.
"I...don't know. Why are you asking?" Quinn asks as Santana's hands move to her lower back.
"Couldn't tell if she was flirting or not."
"Would you be upset if she were?"
"Yes. Definitely yes but I could just be jealous or whatever." Santana says with a light shrug.
"I don't think Brittany would do anything like that to you but it doesn't hurt to ask."
"I'm probably just overthinking, it's cool." Santana says as she continues rubbing Quinn's back. They continue making casual conversation while Santana gives her a massage.
"I'm finished. If your back still hurts, oh well. Can't feel my fingers. " Santana says as moves to lie next to Quinn. Turning her head towards the other woman, Quinn smiles appreciatively at her.
"Thanks." Santana nods as she looks over Quinn's face and half clothed body.
"What?" Quinn questions.
"You are literally glowing. You look..." Santana trails off as her mind begins to wander.
"Stop being a perv." Quinn says with a smirk after noticing Santana gently biting her bottom lips as she gazes at her.
"Isn't there like a part in a pregnancy where you get really horny?" Quinn laughs at the question.
"Depends. Sometimes your sex drive is really high and sometimes it's really low. Why do you ask?"
"Just wanted to let you know, I'm at your disposal if it peaks anytime soon." Santana smirks as Quinn chuckles.
"I just forgave you for implying I made you have sex with me. You think you're getting some anytime soon?" Santana rolls her eyes.
"Grudges cause wrinkles. Just think about it. We both have needs and I'm pretty sure I read regular orgasms are great for...something during a pregnancy."
"Something, huh?" Quinn chuckles as Santana nods.
"I forgot what exactly but if I were you, I'd consider the option." Quinn raises her eyebrow.
"Why exactly should I do that?"
"You've had sex with me before, you know exactly why you should consider the option."
"Your arrogance never ceases to amaze me." Santana shrugs.
"It's one of my better qualities." Quinn shakes her head.
"I'm going to bed so get the hell out."
"Whatever. Night grandma." Santana says before climbing out of the bed. Quinn watches as she leaves before cuddling with her pillow.
A/N: Stay well and distanced. Thanks for reading.