"I can assure you, you're going to want that box of tissues." Rachel says from her seat on Quinn's couch.
She'd invited the brunette over to hang out since they both were free today. Since they've started spending so much time together, Quinn wishes she hadn't spent the past few years distancing herself from the woman. Though completely unexpected, Quinn has become considerably closer to Rachel and it may be attributed to their similar experiences at the moment but Quinn doesn't care, she really likes having Rachel as a friend.
"I'm not going to cry. I feel considerably stable today." Quinn jokes and Rachel chuckles.
"That makes one of us. I cried on the way over here because I saw a dead squirrel in the street." Quinn chuckles as she plays the movie.
"That's nothing. When Santana left last Saturday, I cried because we didn't have any milk." Rachel laughs as a hand comes to rest on her stomach.
"I guess he found that amusing as well. He is so energetic." Quinn nods.
"So is she, especially when I'm trying to sleep or when Santana is around."
"Only a few more months to go." Rachel adds as she passes the jar of pickles to Quinn.
"Yeah and then I don't know what I'm getting into. At least I knew what to expect with the pregnancy." Quinn says as she takes a pickle from the jar then sits it down.
"Yes, that is still terrifying and I doubt any amount of parenting classes will ever truly prepare us for what comes next."
"At least we got each other right? Plus Maribel will probably be on the first flight out here if we take too long to respond to a text." Rachel chuckles as she nods her head.
"Her intentions are good but I'm not sure she knows the meaning of boundaries."
"Absolutely not. The woman asked me about my discharge and that's where I drew the line." Rachel's laughter increases in volume as her cheeks flush.
"I'm glad she hasn't asked me that."
"That's probably because I told her that's not something anyone wants to talk about. This baby shower on Saturday is going to be interesting." Quinn responds.
Since they're only a month apart, Santana convinced both of them to have a conjoined baby shower. It would just be easier for Santana's family. Rachel and Quinn were both apprehensive in the beginning but Santana proved to be pretty convincing.
"I know y'all are not in here bashing my mami." Santana says from behind them. Neither woman had noticed her come home so she'd been listening to their conversation. Rachel jumps in surprise upon hearing Santana's voice and Quinn's eyes widen.
"Don't go into early labor. What's the matter with you two? You bond over talking shit about my mother?" Santana glares at the women and Quinn chuckles after her shock settles.
"We were just having a little fun, Lighten up. You know exactly how your mother is and you complain about her." Santana rolls her eyes.
"Yeah. but she's my mom. I can do that. Neither of you get the luxury." Santana leans over the couch between the two and takes some of the popcorn they have in a bowl sat there.
"Why are you both here? I can't deal with a hormonal tsunami right now."
"No one invited you." Quinn states matter of factly.
"Especially if you're going to be rude." Santana turns her head towards Rachel.
"What exactly did I do that was rude?"
"San I wouldn't- " Quinn starts but she's too late.
"Well you began by eavesdropping on our conversation then assumed we'd be hormonal and blatantly stated how you don't want to deal with us." Rachel growls. Santana stares at her, hand mid air holding a few pieces she intended to eat.
"I tried to warn you." Quinn says quietly then chuckles when she sees Rachel slap Santana's hand lightly, causing her to drop the popcorn.
"You also were not offered any snacks." Rachel glares at her as she snatches the bowl away, dropping a few pieces of popcorn in her lap.
"I'm -" Santana stops talking, her head swiveling to the left when she feels a hand on her shoulder.
"Just walk away." Quinn says, an amused smirk on her lips.
"Yes Santana, walk away." Rachel's icy tone is enough for Santana to stand up and silently leave the room.
"San?!" Quinn shouts from her spot on the couch.
She and Rachel had been watching the same sixty minute movie for the past two and half hours because of their frequent bathroom breaks. Having finally gotten through the first one, Quinn wants Santana to watch the next one with them. Since living together, Quinn is sure she's fallen harder for the brunette with each passing day.
It feels amazing to come home to Santana every single day, to hug her, talk to her, laugh with her, even argue with her and now Quinn wants to tell her exactly how much she means to her. She wants Santana to know that she doesn't want to spend another day without her, even if it leads to rejection. Honestly, Quinn isn't really prepared for the rejection but she doesn't expect Santana to feel the same, she just needs to get it off her chest.
"What?" Santana questions as she appears in the living room.
"What are you doing?" Quinn asks and Santana rolls her eyes.
"You called me in here for that?" Santana asks, scowling.
"No. I called to invite you to watch movies with us." Quinn smiles softly at her as she pats the couch cushion next to her. Santana's features soften as she approaches the back of the couch, leaning over it with her head towards Quinn.
"Where's your smaller, angrier counterpart? I'm not getting my head bit off again when I can just stay the hell out of the way." Santana says after noticing Rachel's absence.
"I am currently standing behind you." Santana's head turns towards the soft voice behind her as stands upright.
"I'm sorry for how I behaved earlier. I would be delighted if you joined us for our next movie. I'll even make you some popcorn." Rachel says with an apologetic smile. Santana smirks as she rolls her eyes.
"Fine...but I get to pick the movie." Rachel smiles widely as she wraps her arms around Santana. Chuckling lightly, Santana returns the embrace.
"Okay, now go sit down." Rachel pulls away, happily walking into the kitchen and Santana walks around the couch, sitting next to Quinn.
As Santana begins a conversation, Quinn lies her head on her lap as they wait for Rachel to return. Santana's hand rests on her stomach as Rachel returns with a big bowl of popcorn. Sitting next to Santana, Rachel hands her the remote before she begins eating some popcorn from the bowl in her lap. After picking a movie and pressing play, Santana's mind begins to wander.
Both women are near the end of their pregnancies and Santana is becoming a lot more anxious. No matter how what she uses to help prepare her...nothing will compare to the reality of parenthood. The fact that she's really going to have two helpless individuals to care for is incredibly panic inducing.
Though, it subsides when she glances at the women using her as a pillow. Rachel is now resting her head against Santana's shoulder as Quinn eats the popcorn that was meant for her. While she knows they're as terrified as she is to have a baby, at least they're in it together and she wouldn't change that for anything.
"We should invite Britt." Quinn says after sitting the popcorn, that Santana still hasn't touched, on the coffee table.
"I already did and she's bringing pizza. I didn't think you guys would mind." Rachel responds.
"Of course not." Quinn sits up, smiling at the two women near her.
"When did you invite her?" Santana asks.
"Before Quinn invited you."
"I'm literally less than 20 feet away and she got an invite before me?"
"What matters is that we're all going to be together. Right Quinn?" Rachel gives Quinn a pleading look to which she chuckles.
"Yeah. I kinda love that...all of this happened." Quinn responds and Santana eyes her curiously.
"All of what?" She questions.
"This. When all of this started...it was scary and people were hurt...but we're okay now. You and Rachel were barely able to hold a conversation. Rachel had every reason to hate me, to hate us but I really consider her a friend now." Quinn smiles, teary eyed at Rachel who is almost her mirror image. Santana rolls her eyes knowing that this is headed towards tears from the two pregnant women.
"All I'm saying is...I'm just really happy that we ended up here." Quinn's tears begin to fall as she presses her forehead against Santana's shoulder. Santana watches as Rachel reaches over her to take Quinn's hand as her tears cascade down her cheeks.
"Are...you two okay?" Santana tentatively asks. Quinn nods and Rachel chuckles lightly as she wipes her eyes.
"Yes."
"Happy tears." Quinn says with a light laugh. Santana only nods as she sits between them.
"I am also very happy that we ended up here." Rachel adds. Quinn lifts her head to wipe her eyes as Brittany knocks on the door. Relieved, Santana almost jumps out of her seat to let her in.
"Please save me." Brittany giggles at Santana as she hands her a box of pizza.
"Did they try to eat you? The pizza took longer than I thought." Brittany says, walking inside.
"I'd prefer that. They've been crying." Brittany laughs as she sits the pizza boxes down and waves at the women in the living room. Santana follows her, watching Quinn and Rachel continue to talk.
"It's kind of cute." Brittany says with a light shrug.
"Cute? Wait until one of tears into you. It's insane." Brittany chuckles as Santana walks off to get plates.
After eating and talking, Quinn and Santana settled on the couch while Rachel and Brittany moved to the love seat. Quinn is determined to stay close to Santana, resting her head on her stomach while they continue watching the movie. Hours later, Santana notices Rachel and Brittany asleep. Brittany is sitting up, with one arm draped over the couch while Rachel is cuddled into her side, head laying against her chest.
"Q?" Santana says softly.
"Yeah?"
"Are they dating?" Quinn glances at the women on her love seat then shrugs her shoulders.
"Not that I know of. They're kind of cute together though." Santana's eyes narrow as she continues watching the sleeping couple.
"No. This is fucking weird."
"How?" Quinn asks.
"My best friend and my baby mama. Some lines shouldn't be crossed Q."
"Lines like making your best friend into your baby mama?" Santana rolls her eyes.
"Not the same. When did they get so close?"
"I don't know but you might jumping to conclusions." Quinn says with a light shrug.
"Conclusions? Look at them! They're cuddling!" Santana harshly whispers.
"So are we, but we're not dating." Santana doesn't respond, continuing to silently stare.
"Titles aside, if they are dating, why not be happy for them? Yeah, I see why you could be pissed but don't you want Brittany to happy? Rachel? Why not let them explore that together?" Santana sighs as she listens to Quinn. Though she sees her point, it feels too soon. She can't watch her ex move on with her best friend or it may be the fact that it's her best friend. Santana wouldn't care if it were anyone else but why did it have to be Brittany?
"...are we dating?" Santana asks softly. Quinn's eye brows furrow as she lifts her head to look at Santana.
"Where did that come from?"
"You know Q..." Quinn sighs, glancing to the love seat to ensure the other women are still asleep.
"Would you want to date me?" She asks quietly, nervously chewing her bottom lip.
"I don't know if I should date anyone right now...and it weirdly already feels like we're dating..." Quinn feels her heart sink, sighing before nodding her understanding. Santana licks her lips before exhaling a shaky breath.
"But I do want to be with you. I'm just...not ready yet. I don't want to hurt you or make things any more complicated..."
"Santana..." Quinn begins softly, taking Santana's hand in hers and staring deeply into her eyes.
"I love you and no matter what, I want you to be happy. I want to be the person to make you happy...so I'll go at your pace. If you need some more time then I'll give it to you." Santana's breath hitched as her heart leapt for joy upon hearing those three little words as a glowing smile spread across her cheeks, unfortunately leaving as quickly as it came as she realizes how messy this could potentially be.
"I just don't want to rush into something and ruin us forever." She replies quietly to which Quinn grants her a soft smile as she rubs gentle circles on the back of her hand.
"Whenever you're ready. I'll be here." Santana grins, bringing their hands to her lips and kissing the back of Quinn's.
"How about we take it one day at time?" Quinn nods, smiling as their conjoined hands gently fall to her lap.
"I can do that." Santana smiles softly at her and Quinn returns to her previous spot, lying against Santana.
"So how long have you been in love with me?" She'd felt compelled to ask, wondering if Quinn loved her as long as she'd loved the blonde.
"That's a topic for another day. I'm not trying to scare you off." Quinn says, her eyes drifting closed as Santana chuckles.
"That might've scared me if I were still in denial about how I feel about you."
"Are you saying it back?" Quinn's tone is more teasing than serious and when Santana doesn't respond, she lets her eyes close pressing her body further into Santana's.
A/N: Hey everyone, thanks for all the support for the story that was never supposed to be lol I do hope it's been enjoyable thus far.
As I continue with this story, I'm realizing that it's going in a newer direction than I originally planned and I don't want to disappoint anyone so with that being said, it's going to get dark and bumpy but it won't be that way forever. Also, if anything like violent or triggering pops up, I'll warn you guys ahead of time. Okay, that ends that so stay well guys, see ya soon.