"What about Target?" Quinn asked Finn while they were all in glee, waiting for Mr. Schue to appear.
"Tried. Not hiring." Finn answered.
"Another doctor bill came to my parents' house last night, Finn. We're lucky that I'm clever and intercepted it. But we have to start paying these doctors' bills." That caught Santana's attention. Money? Quinn needed money? Santana could give her money. She would need to ask her parents for some, since she spent it all on her last party. But, she could get a job, she could show Quinn she was good.
Then she remembered that things with Quinn were rocky at best, but she had to accept the money, right? She would give Quinn money and start patching up that relationship.
A bake sale? Okay, Santana could be down with that, she and her mom used to bake. She could make killer cupcakes. But also, wheelchairs? What was up with all of that?
"Holy shit! I didn't know we had a home ec. room in here," Santana said, looking around. "What's all this about?" she asked Quinn, who was preparing ingredients on the counter.
Quinn was clearly annoyed, and didn't want to have a conversation with Santana after how the last one went. "Ingredients for cupcakes for the stupid bake sale." Quinn said, annoyed. Santana sighed and decided to get on with her plan. She grabbed Quinn's hand and put the money on her palm. "What's this?"
"It's what I have left over from my savings. I kind of blew it last week on parties. I heard you and Finn talking, I know you need money for our kid."
"For my kid." Quinn corrected. Santana tightened her jaw at that. "Fifty-three dollars," Quinn said, unimpressed.
"How much has Finn given you?" Santana snapped back.
"Just stop. I've told you before, I don't care if the baby comes out with your stupid little smirk, I will go to my grave swearing it's Finn's." She slapped the money onto Santana's chest.
"You know you would love it if the baby had my smirk, right?" Santana teased, smirking to make her point. Quinn still was unimpressed. "Look, Quinn. I'm sorry about what I said the other day, okay? I didn't mean it, I was just hurt. I'm trying, and I know I'm not much, but just give me a chance. At least let me help you pay for the baby. Just come to my house later today, I'll give you whatever you need for the baby. Not just the bills, if you need vitamins or clothes, just tell me. I'll give you the money." Santana said, putting the money back in Quinn's hand.
"You're such an irritating idiot, you know that?" Quinn said, taking the money.
"I know. I'll help you with these. You know I'm actually a master baker?" Santana told Quinn in a teasing tone.
"There is no way that you know how to cook." Quinn said, incredulous.
"Of course I do, it's actually one of the only things my mom ever taught me." They started cooking with Santana giving Quinn instructions. It was peaceful, it was the only moment since the pregnancy that they were so calm around the other. When they finished, Santana continued to look at Quinn's eyes for a moment. They weren't so green that day, they looked darker. "You have something, right there." Santana said playfully, and put some flour on the tip of Quinn's nose. Quinn scrunched her nose, Santana thought she had never seen a cuter sight.
"Oh yeah? Well you have something right here." When she said 'here', Quinn broke an egg on Santana's head. Quinn had a big smile on her face.
"You are real feisty today Ms. Fabray." Santana said, grabbing more flour and throwing it on Quinn's hair. Quinn retaliated by throwing cocoa powder on Santana. They started a small, but cute food fight, actually enjoying their time together. Santana saw Quinn getting ready to grab another egg, and stopped her by grabbing her waist. Santana moved some hair out of Quinn's face while they held each other's gazes. Then suddenly, someone interrupted.
"What the hell?" Finn asked, more confused than angry.
Quinn chuckled, and said, "We're baking," with a big smile.
"I can see that," Finn said, still confused.
"I'm gonna go change," Santana excused herself, feeling out of place. She walked out of the room, disappointed that her moment with Quinn was interrupted.
During lunchtime Finn, Quinn, Puck and Santana found themselves sitting on their wheelchairs at a table trying to sell cupcakes. They were failing terribly. Santana was disappointed that her cupcakes weren't selling. It was clearly Finn's fault with the weird jam he decided to put on top of them. The cupcakes had been perfect, a perfect creation between Quinn and Santana and Finn had to come in and ruin it.
"Cupcakes suck. That's why we're not selling any." Finn said, smelling one of the cupcakes.
"They would be better if you hadn't put that crap on top of them. They look like shit now." Santana complained under her breath.
"It's not about the cupcakes. It's about us. Nobody wants to buy from losers. We're in Glee Club and in wheelchairs." Quinn said.
"She has a point. Six months ago, I could've sold 50 of these things on fear alone." Puck complained too.
Brittany came by with Becky and bought a cupcake for her, this being the only sale of the day.
"So how much do we have now?" Brittany asked.
"Well, with this one dollar, we have one dollar." Finn said, putting the money in a box.
"This is ridiculous." Quinn said.
"Well, maybe if we put a jellybean on top, we'd sell more," Finn tried.
Santana frowned, he wanted to put more shit on her cupcakes? No. She was about to open her mouth to berate Finn, but Quinn beat her to it.
"Are you an idiot? How am I supposed to trust you to take care of our baby when you can't figure out how to sell a damn cupcake?" Quinn said, angrily. Santana could see how tense she was. She knew Quinn didn't want a public outburst, so she took Quinn's hand under the table in an attempt to calm her down. Quinn gripped it hard, trying to keep herself grounded.
"Stop attacking me. I'm sick of it." Finn said back. Santana was surprised that he actually talked back.
"Get a job," Quinn said simply.
"I'm trying!" Finn shouted. He got out of his chair, and kicked it. He then left the cafeteria. He was clearly stressed.
Quinn let go of Santana's hand and wheeled herself out. Santana just sighed in her place.
Santana was once again walking down a hallway trying to find someone to do her a favor. This time, her plan involved something good though. She finally found the person she was looking for.
"Hey Kurt" Santana came to a stop right next to his locker. He immediately closed his eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked, confused.
Kurt opened one eye, when he saw that Santana wasn't holding anything he opened the other. "Sorry, I just thought you were going to slushie me."
"Have I ever slushied you?" Truth was, Santana had never slushied anyone herself. She always had somebody do her dirty work.
"No, I don't think so." He muttered, thinking back.
"Well, I need a favor." She said, getting straight to the point.
"What type of favor?" Kurt asked, scared.
"Your dad has a workshop, right?" she asked.
"Yes, he works on cars and stuff." He said, not really knowing what his dad did there.
"Okay, do you know if he's hiring? I'm in need of a job."
"Oh, I could ask him. I'll text you." He said.
"Thanks."
Later that day Santana found herself in her home. She had started to clean up all of the shit in her house. She couldn't greet Quinn with her house looking like a pigsty. Santana wanted to show her she could be an adult.
Cleaning didn't take as much time as Santana thought. She even vacuumed, and that weird stain on her carpet was now gone. The only downside was that her house looked empty now. She thought that she had finished, but she noticed something shiny underneath her couch. She crouched to get it. She grabbed it, but when she was retrieving it she felt it cut the palm of her hand.
"Fuck," Santana muttered. She could feel the blood start to drip onto her arm.
She picked up the glass that was under the couch and hurried to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, she put her hand under water. That didn't soothe the pain. She opened her cabinet and looked for some alcohol and dumped it on her hand. That stung. She then wrapped her hand in gauze the best way she could. Her hand wouldn't stop hurting. She decided to take a painkiller.
After that whole debacle she felt her phone vibrate. It was Kurt. He had texted her his dad's phone number. He said his dad was hiring. Santana didn't know shit about cars, but she could learn. For Quinn and the baby.
She decided to go to the supermarket, seeing as she had no actual food in her house. On her way there she called Burt Hummel about the job. He said she could start tomorrow and they would go over what she would do in the shop and her schedule. Her day was going amazing. Quinn thought Finn was useless, she had her own nice moment with Quinn, her house was finally clean, and now she had a job! Who cares if she has a cut on her hand.
Once in the supermarket she decided to do a whole month's shopping. Her shopping was successful. And she was feeling so great that she decided to make a home cooked meal for dinner.
On her way back to the house, Santana stopped at an ATM and retrieved a thousand dollars from her account. That had to be enough for now.
Santana had just finished cooking her pasta when she heard the doorbell ring. When she opened the door she was still surprised to find Quinn there. Sure, she had asked her to come over, but Santana wasn't sure if she was going to actually show up. She was glad Quinn did though.
"Hey," Santana said.
"Hi," Quinn said, shyly.
"Come in," Santana moved away from the door to let Quinn pass. Once Quinn was inside, she closed the door. Quinn kept looking at her with a funny look on her face. Her eyebrow was raised up. Santana looked down at herself and remember she was wearing that stupid apron. It was a Hello Kitty one, her mom had given it to her dad for father's day years back. She liked it. "I was cooking." Santana explained.
"I can see that," Quinn said with a small chuckle.
"You want to eat something? I made pasta, but I can make something else if you'd like." Santana offered.
"Can we just get on with this?" Quinn asked, impatient.
"Sure," Santana said, a little dejected. "Just wait here," she muttered, and went up the stairs and into her room.
While Santana was gone, Quinn couldn't help but look around. Everything looked different. She was really surprised at how clean it was. Now that everything was clean and without party lights, it actually looked like a home. It still felt cold, but warmer than Quinn's home. She looked at a wall and found some of Santana's baby pictures there. She was a cute baby. Quinn absentmindedly put her hand on her stomach while looking at the pictures, wondering if her baby was going to look like her.
"So, I don't know how much you need. But I got you 2k. I hope that's enough for now." Santana said, coming down the stairs. Quinn looked up at her with an impressed look on her face, that was so much money. It would cover everything and more. "I kind of cracked my piggy bank, but here. It's for you," Santana said, handing her a wad of cash. She had to grab some of the emergency money her parents left for her. "Well, for it, but also for you."
"It is a she," Quinn whispered.
"Really? Wow." Santana smiled.
"I brought the sonogram picture if you want it." Quinn said.
"Yes! I'd love to have it." Santana said, excited.
Quinn opened her bag and took a picture out. She handed it to Santana. When Santana first looked at it, she had tears in her eyes. That was her kid. She did that. When one tear fell, Quinn brushed it off with her thumb.
"San, this is really sweet of you, thank you." Quinn said, sincerely.
"I can get more if you need. I got a job you know, to help you with it. My parents give more money than I need. I can give you that money, and I'll keep the one I get from work." Santana explained. Quinn looked surprised that she had managed to get a job so quickly, when Finn had been trying for weeks. Maybe he was the problem. She also was surprised that Santana had offered more.
"You don't have to, Finn got a job. He'll need to stay in a wheelchair, but I think it's good money." Quinn said, ready to push Santana away.
"Where did he get a job? At a cheap restaurant? They'll pay him like five bucks an hour, and Finn will take it gladly. You need money now, not in five years. I can give you that. So just please accept it. I know you think I'm a screw-up because I always show up late to stuff and I party all the time. But I like to make an entrance, and I stopped partying. But I want this to work, have a house, some nice fancy furniture I know only you will like, and be a family. Us three." Santana said, full of emotion.
"I'm dating Finn, I-" Quinn tried to make excuses again.
"But the baby is mine, Quinn. And besides, he'd be thankful he doesn't have to deal with any of this. He is clearly caracking under all of this pressure."
"I get it, and I'm sorry. I should have never called you a mess or a child. You're not." Quinn started saying, she put her hand on Santana's cheek. "You're thoughtful, and sweet. But I'm just not sure. Okay? I'm scared."
Santana put her hand on top of Quinn's. "I'm scared too. But we can be scared together. It's better than being scared all alone." She tried to make it sound good, but it wasn't so tempting. She was running her thumb on Quinn's hand. "And I didn't mean what I said either. I don't think you're a slut." She said, ashamed of herself. "You'd be a great mom."
"And so would you." Quinn said, but there was something behind her voice. Something behind the sincerity, was it guilt? "Also, what happened to your hand?" Quinn asked, confused about the bandaging around the hand. She grabbed it between her own hands to look at it, and caressed it with her fingers.
"Oh, I can tell you over some pasta if you'd like?"
"Do you have bacon?" Quinn asked, as she made her own way to the kitchen.
I really enjoyed writting this chapter, hope you enjoy reading it! Btw, as I was re-watching the Glee episode I realized that I love the dynamics between Quinn, Finn, Puck, Santana and Brittany. That scene was hilarious, wish there were more scenes with the five of them.
Thanks for the reviews!