I own nothing. This was a random idea I decided to write out. Thanks for reading.
Maribel wouldn't consider herself cupid's apprentice by any means but she is intuitive and her intuition hasn't steered her wrong yet. She loves her daughter dearly but the woman is in her mid-thirties and hasn't had a serious relationship in over four years. How would she ever have any grandchildren before she's too old? And Santana's happiness is important as well. She sat in her recliner, kicking up her feet before picking up her phone.
"Judy! How are you, dear?" The older blonde lets out an airy laugh.
"Wonderful, and yourself?"
"The sun is shining and I'm breathing. Nothing to complain about. Have you heard from Quinn yet?" Maribel can hear some shuffling on the other side of the phone.
"Not yet, but I'm sure she'll show up here later. Are you sure this is going to work? Because Quinn isn't exactly pleasant when she feels like her time is wasted." Maribel chuckles, grabbing her remote to power on her TV.
"Well, Santana isn't pleasant seventy percent of the time…but I can assure you, it'll work out. Do you think it won't work?" Judy sighs softly.
"I'm just trusting you. I'm trusting us. This will work out." Maribel smiled.
"Of course, it will. I'm sure Santana is looking for a parking spot right this second."
Across town, Santana is in fact looking for a parking spot. Leave it to her mother to pick a restaurant without parking. There's alot that irritates Santana and parking on the street made that list. If she didn't love her mother as much as she does, she would have canceled and stayed home but if her mother wanted brunch, she could do brunch. Next time though, she'll carpool and make sure her mother drives. Sighing, Santana parks at a meter and turns her car off. She gets out and as she feeds the meter, a white Lexus SUV pulls in behind her. She hardly bats an eye until she hears a scraping sound. Her eyes hone in on her bumper being scraped before looking in the windshield of the SUV to find a blonde smiling sheepishly at her.
"You can't be fucking serious." She sneers.
The blonde moves her vehicle away and Santana inspects the damage. She's livid. There are three distinct scratches at least two inches long across her bumper and she marches over to the driver side window, glaring at the awe-inspiring hazel eyes attached to one stunning woman with blonde hair.
"I'm so sorry! I just got this truck and I'm still getting used to it." Santana could have sworn she heard angels singing. Her mouth opens but her tongue is now out of commission and that tiny scratch seems insignificant now.
"I'm…" Santana trials off, clearing her throat.
"Did you want my insurance information or…?" Santana's unsure of what to do, feeling…nervous? Is that what she's feeling? It's not consistent enough for her to recognize right away.
"I -um- I think…it's okay." It's definitely not okay but she quickly analyzed the situation. It was just a bumper and no one was hurt. Why fret about it?
"Are you sure?" The blonde frowned.
"How bad is it? Let me see." Santana is almost hit with the car door, unable to register that she needs to move out of the way but luckily her brain caught up to the moment just in time.
The blonde sends her a polite smile, the wind gently sweeping a lock of hair over her eyes. Santana is captivated by her divine beauty as she whisks the hair away and the sun highlights the brilliant golden glint in her eye. On their own accord, her eyes inspect the woman's body like a piece of fine art, her blood flow increasing at every curve.
"It's actually not that bad." Santana tries to keep her eyes on anything other than the stranger's ass but the way it's sitting in those leggings, God couldn't resist a peek.
When the woman turns to her, she tries to play it off like she was looking at the scratch. If you knew Santana, you knew she took great pride in her vehicle. It was one of the ways she showed the world her status after all. She drives a fully loaded cherry metallic 2022 Porsche Taycan and she loves it more than air itself and…this…this goddess among men just ruined it and Santana hasn't had an aneurysm yet.
"Yeah, don't worry about it." Santana carelessly tosses her hand. That paint job wouldn't be cheap but who cares?
"Don't worry about it?" The blonde goddess looks confused and Santana only shrugs.
"It's cool. Accidents happen, right?" The woman's eyes squint slightly as she takes in the beauty before her. In all of her panic, she hadn't noticed how attractive the other woman was. She is drop-dead gorgeous and she feels like an idiot for not truly being cognizant of the woman's features before.
"They...do." She starts, her voice lower than normal in hopes that she sounds more seductive than sick.
"But there has to be something I can do for you." Santana thinks of many things this woman could do for her, to her, and with her, none of which involve fixing her paint job.
"We could exchange numbers." The blonde frowned.
"For insurance purposes?" Santana thinks she might need to step her game up so she gives the woman a sly smirk, moving just a tad bit closer to her but not inappropriately so.
"Well, you did damage my baby but I think she'll survive. I want your number because I can't take my eyes off you." The blonde has a smirk of her own, this one more pleasantly surprised.
"I'm Quinn." Quinn held her hand out and Santana graciously accepted.
"Santana." Quinn's eyes drift to Santana's lips, etching their outline in her mind.
"Santana…" Quinn says the name like she's testing the way it feels on her lips, raising the hair Santana's arms and eliciting goosebumps.
"I wish we'd met under better circumstances but I have to go. I'm going to be late if I don't leave now." Right, Santana was going to be late too. For brunch…with her mother.
With a nod, Santana pulls out her phone and inputs Quinn's number before the woman walks off down the street in the opposite direction of where Santana is headed. She watched her go before entering the restaurant and being seated at an empty table as she waited for her mother.
Ten minutes go by and Santana is beginning to worry. Her mother is extremely punctual and she can't remember a time she had ever been late. Has something happened? On her way back to the table from the restroom, she unlocks her phone, and as she's about to make the call her attention is drawn to the woman sitting at her table. Quinn is definitely not her mother and shouldn't be at her table.
"Uh...hi?" Quinn looks at her just as confused as Santana sounds.
"Hey. You came here too?"
"Yeah, this is actually my table." Quinn frowns as Santana sits across from her. Santana smiles softly as a nervous laugh leaves Quinn's lips while she looks over her shoulder to the hostess station.
"That's weird. The hostess sat me here and told me the other half of my party was here." Quinn's eyes continue to scan the restaurant and when she doesn't seem to find what she's searching for, her gaze lands on Santana.
"I don't even see her." Before Santana can respond their server returns, setting two champagne flutes of bubby orange juice on the table. He mutters something about coming right back to take their orders before making his way back to the kitchen.
"You ordered mimosas? I was gone for all of five minutes." Quinn shrugs at Santana's amused smirk.
"Aren't mimosas the reason everyone goes to brunch?"
"It definitely should be." Quinn nods, her curls bouncing slightly as she grins.
"Enjoy. Consider it an apology for stealing your table." Santana has a playful grin on her face.
"And my paint job?" Quinn chuckles.
"And the paint job."
"I'll only accept it if you drink with me." Quinn looks to be thinking over her options.
"Weren't you waiting for someone?" Santana shrugs, grabbing her drink.
"We can deal with that when she gets here. " Quinn's eye contact lingers before she speaks.
"She? It's not your girlfriend or wife, is it?"
"You think I'd invite another woman to sit with me and wait for my wife?" Quinn shrugs.
"You never know these days. For all I know, you're trying to charm me into a threesome." Santana chuckles as Quinn grips her glass before taking a sip.
"I don't want a threesome with you. I'd prefer you all to myself." Quinn raises a brow as she swallows.
"Are you always this forward?" Santana shrugs.
"I just didn't want you thinking I was trying to coax you into a threesome. '' Quinn nods, clasping her hands in front of her as she slightly leans in.
"But you are trying to coax me into sex?"
"I don't think you'd need any convincing." Santana doesn't know how right she is.
"I don't sleep with people I barely know."
"I'm an open book." Quinn shakes her head with a light laugh.
"I'm not going to sleep with you because you tell me something about yourself," Santana folds her arms on the table and leans forward.
"I don't do hookups."
"Who said I only wanted to fuck you? I'm interested in getting to know you."
"Really?"
"Yes. I'm particularly interested in who gave you a license." Quinn bites her tongue to keep from laughing.
"Accidents happen."
"Is that why you got a new car? Because accidents happen?" Quinn can't fight her laughter anymore.
"Jackass," Santana smirks.
"I bought it as a birthday gift to myself." This piques Santana's interest.
"Well happy belated birthday."
"Thanks. So what do you do when you're not having mimosas?"
"For fun or work?" As Santana begins to answer, the server returns for their orders. Since neither of them even glanced at the menu, Quinn let him know they'd need more time.
"Weren't you waiting on someone too?" Santana asks.
"Yeah but I think we both got stood up. Unless you just made all of this up to invite yourself to my table." Santana laughs joyously.
"You stole my table!" Smirking, Quinn shrugs.
"Agree to disagree. So what do you do? Model?" Santana smiles.
"Why would you think I was a model?" Quinn rolls her eyes lightheartedly.
"Don't play coy now." Santana laughs softly.
"I work in marketing."
"Marketing? You must be pretty good at it."
"It's manipulation and that's my forte. What do you do?"
"I'm a criminal defense attorney." Santana raises a brow.
"So I should call you if I get into trouble?" Quinn smirks.
"You can, but I'd rather you used my number more liberally than that."
Eventually, they scan their menus and order food, unbothered by being stood up. Santana was surprised by how well she was getting along with Quinn. The woman was a beauty with a brain and Santana wants to know more about her.
So much time passes that neither of them realized they'd been talking for hours until their server informed them they'd be closing soon. Santana didn't want it to end but nothing good lasts forever and they part ways.
On her way home, she realizes she still hadn't heard from her mother so she decides to make a pit stop. When she walks inside her mother's house she finds the woman on the couch holding a dark blue glass bowl in her lap.
"Hola Santi. As happy as I am to see you, what are you doing here?" Santana sits next to her mother, glancing into her bowl to find some grapes.
"I thought you were dead, but here you are. Eating grapes." Maribel snorts.
"Would you like some?" As she reaches into the bowl, her mother swats her hand.
"Get your own." Santana rolls her eyes as her hand retracts.
"And I can't tell you were too concerned with my well-being. I didn't even get a call from you."
"You stood me up!" Santana frowns as her mother smiles sweetly at her, patting her knee.
"All you ever do is complain that we don't spend enough time together, then you pull this?"
"Don't be so sensitive. I forgot. Am I not allowed to be human?" Santana sighs. Maybe if she weren't distracted by Quinn she would've cared more that her mother never showed.
"Don't make this a habit." Maribel giggles at Santana's stern tone.
"Cross my heart," Maribel makes an X over her chest, and Santana beams, crossing her legs sitting her hands on her knees piquing her mother's interest.
"What? Did something happen?" Santana gives her mother a hard look.
"Okay, so while you were doing…whatever and not having mimosas with me," She pauses her expression turning dreamy.
"I met the most…incredible woman." Maribel lifts a brow with a smirk.
"Pray tell."
"She's gorgeous, funny, smart, and we talked for hours. I can't stop thinking about her." Maribel grins.
"I'm glad to hear that. Will you be seeing her again?" Santana quickly snatches a grape from her mother's bowl and the woman pouts before slapping Santana's shoulder.
"Get your own!" Santana chuckles as she savors the sweet taste of her stolen fruit.
"We're going out this Friday." Maribel shifts her bowl to the hand furthest from Santana.
"That's fantastic honey! I hope it works out for you."
"I don't want to get my hopes up…but I have a good feeling about this."
2 years later
"Seven-tier cake, two thrones, crystal chandeliers, and an icy blue theme." Quinn's eyebrows knit slightly, lips pursed gently.
"Thrones?" Santana adjusts the laptop on her legs, giving Quinn more space for her body. Santana doesn't know why Quinn decided to cuddle her while she had her laptop but she's not complaining.
"Yeah. We're fucking Queens." Quinn giggles, adjusting her head against Santana's shoulder.
"Can't argue with that…but they have to be tasteful and match the theme." Santana playfully rolls her eyes, setting her laptop on the end table.
"Duh. Why is planning a wedding so tiring? I need a nap." Quinn chuckles as Santana slides down slightly and rests her hand on Quinn's hip.
The blonde lays her leg over Santana's, pulling her closer by her midsection and Santana's hand finds Quinn's ring, absentmindedly spinning it around her finger with a content sigh.
"What are you thinking about?" Quinn asks.
"How we both got stood up by our mothers the day we met…" Santana frowns briefly before sitting up abruptly and almost breaking Quinn's neck.
"What the hell San?!" The woman sends her an apologetic smile, chastely pressing her lips to Quinn's cheek as she grabs her phone from the ottoman.
"What are you doing?" Quinn's question goes unanswered as Santana begins a group FaceTime.
"That sneaky old bitch!" Quinn's confusion deepens.
"That's a little harsh, babe." Fortunately, both participants answer so Quinn can get answers for her partner's behavior.
"Well hello everyone! Everything is okay right?" Judy inquires.
"Everything's fine...for now." Santana directs a glare in her mothers' direction while Quinn looks at the phone over her shoulder.
"What did I do?" Maribel asks.
"You two knew each other before we introduced you." Judy nods.
"From church. " Maribel confirms.
"Right...but you," She pointedly looks at her mother.
"We're just trying to convince me to go on a blind date right before you stood me up the day I met Q." Quinn turns toward Santana then back to the phone, having her own eureka moment.
"And so did you." She tells Judy.
"I told you I wasn't going and to stay out of my love life," Santana says to Maribel who is now grinning.
"I think the cat's out of the bag Judy." The older blonde tosses her head back with laughter.
"Good! I thought you girls would've figured it out a long time ago." Quinn now glares at her mother.
"You set us up?" The mothers nod and Maribel is the first to speak.
"We tried to get you two to agree but you both are so stubborn."
"So we just ensured that you two met. The rest unfolded naturally." Judy adds.
"You can't be mad at us. We helped you find love!" Maribel tells her scowling child.
"Don't be mad girls. It worked out for the best." Quinn rolls her eyes at her mother.
"We'll talk about this more later," Quinn tells Judy who only nods.
"Ugh… what Quinn said. Bye moms." Quinn sends a weak wave as Santana ends the call and they look at one another.
"Those old sneaky bitches!" Santana chuckles, nodding.
"I can't believe they set us up." Quinn continues after a beat and Santana shrugs.
"I'm not mad at it. I mean, I got you so whatever." Quinn smiles softly, pecking Santana's lips.
"I guess that makes up for their meddling but let's not tell them we're not mad?" Santana smirks.
"Make them sweat it out?" Quinn bobs her head.
"Still want a nap?" Santana catches the mischievous glint in Quinn's eye.
"Yeah...unless you have other plans?" Quinn bites the corner of her lip, her fingers finding their way to the waistband of Santana's pants.
"I do," Santana smirks, pulling Quinn into a passionate kiss. Naps are better when they're earned, right?