Notes:
First, english is not my first language, but I have an amazing beta who is helping me right now, so thank you, Mac :) I know the sinopse is not good, but give me a chance!
Second, this is a story line inspired by the movie The Vow with Rachel McAdams and Channing Tatum, you'll see some of the vow's quotes and scene, but this is going to happen just in a few chapter not in the whole story. I don't know if this is important, but "Let's Start Over" is adapting from my fanfic that I already wrote in portuguese. Call it silly, but I had this idea to bring this here too.
Beth is not Puck and Quinn's daughter, she's Quinn and Santana. I also write fanfics in portuguese, this is mean I have more to write, so be patient with me, please. My important notes will always be in the end of the chapter. And I think that's all. Any more notes will be in the next chapters. Thank you!
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Santana and Quinn, married for five years, with their four-year old daughter named Elizabeth, who likes to be called Beth, has been living their life in New York, with the support from their friends: Rachel Berry, Brittany S. Pierce, Noah Puckerman and Kurt Hummel.
Both at the age of 24, Quinn is a great artist who is one step closer to having her dream come true. While Santana, even with her degree in journalism, got only a job at a radio station in which celebrity gossips and bits of world news is being broadcast.
It was a night on Valentine's Day and Santana, with years of being married to Quinn had learned to be a romantic, had did her best to make the celebration special. She had asked Brittany and Rachel to take care of Beth. She left the radio station at 6pm to pickup Quinn at their apartment.
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"You're making me anxious, San. Where are we going?" the blonde says as she looks at her wife hoping she'd finally get a hint.
"I told you, it's a surprise, Q. Nothing you do will make me say it." the Latina smiled as Quinn rolled her eyes. One thing was certain. Quinn knew that it was a lost cause since her wife is great at surprises and keeping secrets. "Trust me, Did I ever let you down?"
"No." Quinn answered smiling.
Within minutes, Santana parked the car in front of Quinn's favorite restaurant. "Boulud Sud".
"I can't believe we came back here." Quinn's smile widens as she gets out of the car, grabbing Santana's hands. "I love this place."
"I know, and that's why I brought you here tonight." Santana pecked Quinn's lips. "You deserve it, Q."
"Good evening, welcome to Boulud Sud, your name, please?" The receptionist asked politely looking at them.
"Santana Lopez." The Latina smiled and then a waiter guides them to their reserved table.
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"Baby, I can't believe it! You got a reservation here." Quinn was ecstatic. "You know, I was trying to get one for months."
"I know. You were so cute when you got angry because of it. But I have my way and here we are like, you've always wanted." Santana reaches for Quinn's hand on the table and intertwines their fingers.
"Have I told you how much I love you?" Quinn said with her adorable and romantic voice that Santana love so much.
"Yes, but it's great to hear it again." Santana smiled and stared at Quinn's eyes. It was through that hazel eyes that Santana fell in love first—in which she never believed in in the first place.
Quinn leaned in, and in return, Santana did the same. After all these years being together, Santana could still feel the butterflies flapping their wings in her stomach when words leave Quinn's mouth.
"I love you." Pause. "I love you." Pause. "I love you, Santana Lopez." Soft lips touched Santana's.
"I love you, Quinn Fabray-Lopez." Both smiled again and her lips connected in another lengthy kiss.
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"So did the Grey Art Gallery called you?" Santana asked, while both have had their food ready and began to eat. Quinn had been waiting for an answer for a week now, from one of the famous NYC art galleries so she could have her artworks on exhibit.
"Not yet." Quinn answered in a low voice. "You know, I'm starting to lose hope. I think they hated all my work and will not expose any of my paintings."
"Are you kidding? Q, if they don't accept your works, they are jerks. Seriously, you're perfect at it, your paintings are incredible. They would be fools to let this opportunity pass." The Latina tried to comfort her wifeas she saw the sad look and fear in her eyes. "Don't worry, other galleries will line up just to have a piece of your masterpiece." Santana smiled taking Quinn's hand and pressing a kiss at the back of it.
"I know I've said it today, but you're amazing."
"I know." The Latina answered with a shrug causing both to laugh.
"And on the radio? Some progress?" Now it was Quinn's turn to ask about Santana's work.
"No, but this week we will have a visit from Fall Out Boy. The crew is very excited, and you know they love the guys and...-"
"Just like you do." Quinn interrupted Santana.
"Exactly, I also think they are very good, and yeah... I've been a little excited. It's their first time on the station, and it looks like we will be giving away some VIP tickets to their concert." Santana said and Quinn smiled at the excitement in the Latina's voice.
"And sure Santana Lopez will not miss the opportunity to get tickets to go too." Quinn teased.
"Absolutely not, and it'll be for the both of us. I know you steal my CD's to listen to them while you're painting." Now it was Santana's turn to tease her wife.
"Okay, I need loud music to concentrate, and all your rock CD's are the ones that help me more." Quinn grinned looking at the Latina staring back at her. "Happy?"
"Very."
They finished their dinner and before Quinn could ask for dessert, Santana asked for the check.
"Dessert comes later." The Latina commented.
"Thank you, Mrs. Lopez... Have a good night." The waiter said as the two got up and went toward the exit.
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"We will eat chocolates, right?" Quinn asks as Santana parks the car in front of one of the pastry shops they used to go to.
"Am I so unpredictable?" The Latina said as they got out of the car, wrapping her arms around Quinn's waist.
"Hi girls." The friendly waiter greeted them.
"Hi Hayley." Both said. They visit the place frequently they are so familiar with the owner and the crew.
"So how can I help you guys tonight?" Hayley asked smiling.
"We'll want that chocolate box over there." Santana pointed to the upper right corner of the display pane. It contains 12 different types of chocolates. From too bitter to too sweet.
Hayley gave them the box and the two went and sat across each other at a small round table.
"You first." Santana turned the box towards Quinn. They had this game: pick a chocolate randomly and whatever the taste it, one must chew it before swallowing.
Quinn took a deep breath, before laughing. After a few a minute when she felt she's ready for whatever chocolate she had picked, she took another deep breath before taking in the piece in her mouth.
"You have to eat it, babe." Santana watched the blonde before Quinn started chewing and then stopped. "It is bitter, isn't it?" Quinn shook her head, and Santana laughed. "Come on, bunny, don't stop chewing." Quinn finished eating your candy wrinkling her nose.
"Argh, that was horrible. It seems that every year they make more bitter chocolates." The blonde laughed turning the box back to Santana. "Your turn, bear." Santana looked at the chocolate box running her fingers strumming over the chocolates without touching them. Soon she chose one. She looked at Quinn as she place the chocolate in her mouth.
As soon as she began to chew she smiled. The chocolate was sweet, and it was a delight, she was luckier than Quinn.
"No way." Quinn pouted. "It's a good one, isn't it?" Quinn rolled her eyes and immediately picked another one putting it in her mouth. She smiled after tasting it. "Mm... a good one." Talked with her mouth fool, causing Santana to smile.
"Wait, I'll choose one for you, babe." Quinn scanned the box and picked the middle one.
Santana wrinkled her nose after a few seconds, closing her eyes. "Ew, Quinn, it's horrible." The Latina put a hand on her mouth and finished her candy bitterly.
"I think you ate enough. Let's take some to Rachel and Brittany to pay for babysitting Beth tonight." Quinn closed the box and put her elbows on the table looking to back to those chocolate eyes she loves so much. "Speaking of... Better call to see if she is ok."
"She's probably asleep right now." Santana said as Quinn dials her house phone and waited for Brittany to pick up.
"Hey Brittany, how's Beth doing?" Quinn asked as she plays with Santana's hand.
"Hi Quinn, everything is fine. Me and Rachel were in a story session to Beth, but she doesn't want to go to sleep." Brittany and Rachel was laying on the sofa.
"Wait. She's awake?" Quinn using her mother's tone while looking at Santana.
"Yeah... Wait, she wants to talk to you." Brittany said.
"Hi mommy." The little girl's voice sounds tired.
"Hey my tinkerbell, why are you still awake?" Tinker Bell is Beth's favorite cartoon character and she loves when her mommies call her that.
"Mommy, where are you? I want to sleep with you and mami. I want you to sing before I go to sleep." Beth was almost crying. It wasn't the first time the little girl stayed with Rachel or Brittany, but Beth always has her little routine before going to bed. She likes when her mommy sings to her or when her mami tells her story from the books in her bedroom.
"Honey, you can ask Aunt Rachel to sing to you, okay? Her voice is so good and you will definitely love it." Quinn smiles without taking her eyes from her wife.
"I know, but she's not you, mommy." Beth whisper.
"Beth, you need to sleep, okay? We are going home in a few hours."
"Do you promise?" Quinn can hear her little angel is already nearing her sleep state.
"I promise, baby girl. Now go to sleep."
"Okay, mommy. I love you very much. Good night and oh, tell mami Tana I love her too."
Quinn smiles at her baby girl. "I love you too, princess. And mami loves you too. Good night, sweet." Quinn ends the call and puts her phone back to her purse.
"She is still awake, I see." Santana said.
"Yeah. Your daughter was waiting for us. She wants me to sing to her." The cuteness of their daughter brings a smile on Quinn's face.
"She is just a little you, Q."
"Yeah, but she's stuborn like her mami too." Quinn wrinkling her nose.
"Well, what can I say? She likes to be me." Santana teased her wife, stealing anothe kiss from her wife.
"Mm... I like your lips so much." Quinn breathes on Santana's mouth.
"Yeah?" The Latina gives her one more kiss before finally pulling away.
"Okay, time to give you your gift for Valetine's day. I mean, it's not much, but..." Quinn takes a little blue box from her purse, giving it to Santana.
Santana opens the box to see a golden necklace with a little bee dangling on it. "Q...", she says breathily.
"I know how much you care about our baby girl, and how much you love our little bee with all your heart. When I saw this necklace, everything about it reminds me of you." Quinn smiled as Santana looks at the necklace with much adoration.
"It's beautiful. I love it." Santana pecked her wife's lips. "Thank you, babe. Would you mind?" The Latina got up on her sit. Quinn gets the necklace from her and waits for Santana to turn around so she ccould put the necklace on her.
"I'm happy you liked it." Quinn kissed her wife's exposed shoulder, before she turned back, put her arms around the Latina's waist.
"I love it, thank you. Now I need another pendant here. I mean, I need my two favorite blondies." Santana chuckles as she tightens her hold on Quinn's arms.
"Oh really? And what pendant will it be for me?"
"You? Mmm... My little bunny." Both laughed and Quinn leans in to kiss her wife slowly. "I love you." Santana whispered pulling away. "Now it's my turn to give you your gift. It's not here. We need to go." Santana kisses Quinn's nose, before grabbing her purse and her wife's hand.
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Santana once again kept her surprise as a secret. She drove the streets of New York while Quinn rested her hand on one of Latina's legs.
"You know, so far this has been the best Valentine's Day." Quinn broke the silence as she turns to look at the brunette beside her.
"You say that now, but wait until you see what I have for you." Santana commented as they stopped at the stoplight. Quinn smiles slyly as she unbuckles her seatbelt so she can lean in and suck on the Latina's neck while rubbing her inner thigh. In all these years that they had been together, it had always worked. "Oh yes? And what is this surprise?"
"Don't think this will work on me, Q, because I will not say it." Santana laughed, but didn't stop Quinn from what she's doing. She turned her face to find Quinn's lips, and soon began a gentle kiss. The soft lips of Quinn tasted like vanilla, always have been so, and Santana loved it. Her tongue passed the londe's lips. It felt like hours – almost like magic, like what they describe in novels and poems, but the spell was broke not moments later.
All Santana could feel was a very big impact from the back of their car. Quinn was no longer in her arms and she was no longer conscious. Her hands were empty and her car was pushed forward forcefully. She was trying to call for Quinn but emptty words left her mouth. Soon, darkness took over her.
Two months later.
"Mama, I want to go see mommy." Beth crossed her arms in Santana's lap insisting she wanted to see her mother in the hospital. Santana took her there for days while Quinn was still in a coma because of the accident the night of Valentine's Day. Santana could hardly sleep at night and whenever she could, she spent the night in the hospital or alternated with Rachel who was with Quinn while Santana was with Beth.
"Bee, I know you want too see mommy today, but I can't take you, okay? I promise I'll take you there tomorrow." Santana smiled as Brittany sat beside her.
"Hey, any news?" Santana looked at her best friend and then to Beth.
"Hey, bee, why don't you make a drawing for mommy and I'll give it to her, ok?" Beth smiled and quickly jumped out of her mother's lap and ran to her room. Soon Santana leaned against the couch and stared at the blonde at her side. "Doctors said she has a good chance of waking up this week. I can't stay here while she is there alone, Brittany. She can't wake up alone." Santana sobs furiously. "Thank you for staying with Beth again, I don't know what I'd do without you."
"It's fine, San. I'm your best friend and I would do anything for you." Brittany smiled giving a kiss on Santana's forehead.
"Here mami!" Beth came with a drawing in hand. "I made this drawing. Me and mommy in a garden full of flowers." The flowers were roses and both seemed happy in the small drawing.
"Great, baby girl. I'm sure when she sees this, she'll love it." Santana smiled taking her daughter on her lap.
"Mama, will mommy wake up today?" Santana was taken aback by the question of her daughter. She looked away from her daughter and took a deep breath before answering with a smile.
"I hope so."
"She's already sleeping too much, she doesn't see me when I go there, she doesn't hear me, and not sing to me. Why didn't she wake up?" Beth's words were like punches in Santana stomach. She tries hard not to cry.
"Mijá, mommy needs to rest. We've talked about this. She needs to sleep so she could heal." When Santana looked at her daughter, she realized that her little eyes were filled with tears.
"But I miss her." Beth pouted before starting to cry. "I want Mommy." She laid her head on Santana's shoulder and began to cry. Santana passed a hand over the back of her daughter trying to comfort her.
"Me too, mijá. I miss mommy too." Santana hold the little girl in her arms so she could take a look at her. "Look, I need to go okay? Aunt Brittany will stay with you and then I'll come back. I promise." Santana kissed her daughter's forehead and wiped her cheeks drying her tears. "I'll make sure mommy sees all your drawings." The little girl smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. Beth feels sad and misses her mommy every day, everything about her: from the way she sings to her to sleep, she paints on her studio as little Beth tries to help her (but endds up making a mess and running with paints on her hands), to the scent of her perfume.
"Any news, you call me." Brittany spoke as she hugged Santana.
"I'll call you." The Latina smiled to her friend, then turns to Beth. "Bye, mija, I'll be back soon."
Ever since the doctor had said that Quinn can wake up anytime soon, Santana only goes back to see Beth sleep and then hurries back to the hospital as fast as she could.
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"Santana?" The nurse who took care of Quinn called as soon as she enters her room.
"Hey, Jane." Santana smiled approaching Quinn slowly, slightly disappointed that there are no changes on her wife. "Any answer?"
"Unfortunately not." Jane answered and Santana ran her hand in Quinn's hair, kissing her forehead.
Santana took a deep breath as she continues to study her wife. "How I miss looking at those hazel eyes." She smiles sadly before turning at the nurse.
"Well, if you need someth-" Jane stopped because she had noticed the movement on Quinn's finger.
Santana was frozen. But she could slowly but surely feel her heart beat faster. Santana stared at Quinn just to see her eyes flutter open to reveal those hazel eyes. Santana's heart was beating so fast, she wanted to get closer, but she want to wait for Quinn to completely open her eyes. She wanted to give her space.
The blonde blinked a few times wrinkling her nose and then looked to Jane to her left side of the bed and then to Santana to her right. A tear rolled down Santana's cheek as she caresses Quinn's hair.
"Hey" With tear-stricken eyes, and hoarse voice, it was all Santana could manage to say.
After the nurse slowly remove the breathing piece on Quinn's mouth, there was still no words from Quinn.
"This is normal, right? It has to be normal She just woke up from a coma from two months. She is confused." Santana thought as she looked at her wife.
"Hi Quinn." Jane called out with a low voice and Quinn turned to her.
"Hi." Her voice was soft and low, almost as a whisper.
I'm Jane, your nurse. You had a car accident, and now you're in the hospital." Jane smiling and Quinn gave a little smirk, almost impossible to realize. Quinn turned looking at Santana and stared at her the same way. There was no emotion from Quinn's eyes. It was an unfamiliar look.
"Quinn?" Santana called her. "Hey" Santana paused looking into Quinn's eyes. Are you okay?" Santana smiled.
"I have a headache."
"It's okay, honey. I'll get some medicine for you." Jane smiled looking at one of the monitors next to Quinn.
"Did I get hurt somewhere else, Doctor?" Quinn said to Santana. The Latina looked at Jane and took a deep breath. Her heart pounded, almost jumping down her throat.
"Quinn, um, do you know who I am, right?" Santana smiled and Quinn kept looking at her.
"Yeah" Quinn's voice was soft and Santana smiled feeling relieved.
"That's good." Santana stared into Quinn's eyes.
"You are my Doctor."
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