Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Glee or Victorious.
A/N: In a world where Pezberry had to give up their child. Mentions G!P and characters borrowed from Victorious.
"I don't think I've ever been this nervous before." Rachel says to her wife, sitting beside her. Santana rolls her eyes, not wanting to admit that she's so nervous she's not sure she won't vomit. Santana sighs softly and puts her hand over Rachel's, offering her a small smile.
"I know...this shit is scary but we'll be okay. It's just ice cream. No expectations." Rachel nods her head slowly, letting out a slow breath.
"No expectations..." She says softly to herself, trying to convince herself to let go of her expectations.
"What if she hates us?" Rachel frets. Santana glances around the ice cream shop before responding to her wife.
"If she did, we wouldn't have gotten to this point. Just relax and let it happen." Rachel begins to nervously fidget with her fingers while bouncing her leg up and down.
"I would hate us." Rachel says quietly to herself but Santana still heard her.
"Rachel, you seriously have to get a grip." Santana winces, putting a hand on her stomach feeling a kick from her son.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asks, seeing her wife's pained expression. Santana lets out a long slow breath before nodding.
"Yeah. Kid's going to be the next David Beckham or something and is starting with my fucking liver." She says in an annoyed tone. Rachel smiles softly at her and places her shaky hand over Santana's.
"He's just ready to get out so he can meet me." Rachel says softly, eyes directed at Santana's belly.
"Yeah well, I'm only meeting one kid today so he better calm his tits." Santana says as her hand falls to her side. Santana glances out of the doors of the ice cream shop and takes in a shaky breath.
"I think...I think she's here..." She says softly.
Rachel looks over to the glass door and notices a girl, who looks just like the girl who messaged her on Facebook just 1 month ago. Rachel can feel her palms beginning to sweat so she grabs Santana's hand for support. When she feels her wife squeeze her hand softly, Rachel is given the reassurance and courage she needs to make it through this conversation.
"Did she think we were going to kidnap her? Why'd she bring someone with her?" Santana asks as she curiously eyes the black boy with dreads, talking to Tori.
"I'm sure she probably wanted support." Rachel says as they watch the couple continue their silent conversation.
"Get your butt in there!" Andre say while nudging Tori towards the door of store.
"Wait! I left...my phone! I left my phone in the car!" Tori lies, turning away from the door. Andre groans and grabs her by the shoulders.
"What's that in your hand then?" Tori glances down and sighs defeated, forgetting she was holding her phone.
"What if they hate me?" She asks, eyes pleading with Andre to let her leave.
"Why would they do that? You've been talking to them for over a month and they're already here! If they didn't want to meet you, they wouldn't be waving at us right now." Tori turns her head to see that Andre is right. She can see her birth parents, Santana and Rachel, smiling and waving at her through the door from their seats. Tori offers a soft smile and weak wave before looking back to her friend.
"You got this. They're just two people you want to get to know. I'll be here if you need anything." He says with a compassionate smile. Tori smiles at him and nods her head.
"You're right. I can do this...thank you for being here." Andre smiles at her before pulling her into a hug. Tori sighs happily, pressing her cheek against the athletic boys chest.
"Good luck." He says as they pull apart then walks back to his car.
Tori takes a deep breath and walks to the door, pulling it open with a shaky hand.
"Let's do this." She mutters to herself as she walks towards the table her birth parents are sat at.
Tori smiles as Rachel stands to greet her, Santana needing more time to get up from her seat since she's 8 months pregnant. Rachel politely extends her hand, not sure if hugging her would be appropriate. Tori gives an appreciative smile as she takes Rachel's hand, unsure if they would be okay with a hug.
"I am...wow. I don't think I know what to say..." Rachel says softly as Tori shakes Santana's hand.
"That's no small feat. Rachel always has something to say." Rachel glares at Santana and Tori chuckles lightly.
"Want to get something? Rachel said it would be rude if I didn't wait for you before I got any ice cream." Santana says.
"Oh, no thanks. I'm lactose intolerant." Tori says politely.
"So am I but carrying around a bowling ball all day really throws all your fucks out the window." Tori chuckles again as Santana makes her way to the self serve ice cream.
"She's probably going to be a while. I apologize for her..." Tori waves her hand dismissively as she sits in a chair across from them, Rachel following her lead.
"She's just being herself. That's what I came for right?" Tori says with a light shrug.
"So...I know you guys said you were still together and have another kid but I don't think you told me she was pregnant." Rachel feels her face flush from embarrassment, wondering if Tori is upset about them having other children after having to give her away.
"I-yes, I'm sorry. We should've told you." Rachel says and Tori shakes her head.
"It's okay, I just didn't know." She says with a reassuring smile. Rachel nods and there's a brief silence between the two.
"So is that-
"How are you-" Both women say at the same time. Stopping and giggling at themselves, they can feel the awkwardness of the situation easing.
"You go first." Rachel says politely.
"How are you guys? I thought Layla would be with you." Tori asks, wondering why they didn't bring their 4 year old along feeling slightly disappointed she couldn't meet her yet.
"Oh, she's with a friend of ours. We weren't sure..." Rachel trails off nervously.
"I'm not mad you two have other kids. I was actually looking forward to meeting her. She's so adorable." Tori says with a smile.
"Thank you. She's a bit of a handful right now and we wanted to make sure you had our undivided attention." Tori smiles warmly as she nods her head, happy they care to get to know her.
"Well, I hope I can meet her one day." She says, bringing a bright smile to Rachel's face, implying they will see each other again.
"Of course. I'm sure she'd be glad to meet you." Rachel says as Santana sits at the table with a bowl of ice cream stacked so high with toppings, Rachel is sure it's going to topple over. Santana hungrily gazes at her ice cream, about to take a big spoonful, when she feels eyes on her. Eyes, darting between Tori and Rachel, she scowls at them before rolling her eyes.
"What?" She says aggressively.
"Nothing." Rachel says quickly, not wanting to deal with Santana's hormones at this moment. Satisfied with the answer Santana resumes eating her ice cream.
"We were just talking about Layla. Tori wants to meet her as well." Rachel relays to Santana with a smile.
"Oh? You can come by anytime to see that little demon. I'm sure she'd love having someone else to torture." She says and Tori laughs.
"Is she that bad?" She asks after her laughter dies down.
"You don't wanna know." Santana says and Rachel shakes her head while looking at Tori, disagreeing with her wife.
"So was that guy your boyfriend or here to make sure we're not murders?"
"Santana!" Rachel gasps, receiving only a shrug in response.
"It's okay. That's Andre, he's a friend of mine. Honestly...I brought him because I wasn't sure I could do this..." She says, glancing around the shop.
"Yeah, well I wouldn't blame you. This is both awkward and terrifying but we're both really happy you came. Hell, we're happy you even found us!" Santana says and Tori nods.
"Vega? Spanish or Italian background?" Santana asks around a mouthful of ice cream.
"Italian. My parents are Italian." Santana nods.
"Do you know you're half Mexican?" Tori shakes her head with furrowed eyebrows.
"I'm also Jewish. Obviously that's not a race but it's apart of who I am." Rachel says with a small shrug.
"Wow...that is so weird. I didn't even know I was Latina." Tori says in a surprised tone.
"Guess that's kinda why we're here right? Okay, let's just do it. We know you've got questions and I want to get that shit out of the way so I can get to know you." Tori nods and sits back in her chair.
"Well, I told you guys I found out I was adopted 2 years ago when I needed a blood transfusion." Tori begins.
"I know since I found you guys, we haven't really talked much or about it really so...I guess I'll just tell you how I feel first." Santana and Rachel nod, watching her closely.
"At first...I was mad. At you guys and my parents. I felt like I'd been lied to my entire life and...and I just didn't understand why you guys didn't want me. But after I thought about it...I was grateful. My parents don't know a lot about you because of the closed adoption. I'm grateful that I was taken in by two amazing people and was given the life I was." Tori stops speaking when she sees Santana wiping her eyes.
"Keep going. I'm okay." She sniffles and Tori nods her head.
"I know I told you guys I didn't start looking for you until this year but that was a lie. After a few months, I was less angry and I wanted answers so I've been searching for the past 2 years. I may have even done some...illegal things to get your names." Santana snorts but Tori continues.
"But...thank god for social media right? I found you guys last year and I've been...afraid to reach out. I didn't think...if you didn't want me then..." Tori trails off, her vision blurring as tears fill her eyes. Tori feels a warm hand on top of hers and lets her tears fall as she looks up to see Rachel smiling sadly at her with tear stained cheeks of her own.
"I didn't want to reach out...I thought you just...moved on." Tori says, sniffling as she wipes her eyes with the back of her hand. Tori feels a presence next to her and she opens her eyes to see both women have moved to sit beside her.
"I'm sorry...I said I wouldn't cry." Tori says with a shake of her head causing more tears to spill over. Santana lightly squeezes her shoulder and wipes tears of her own.
"Don't apologize." Rachel says softly, gripping Tori's fingers and squeezing softly.
"Are you okay?" Santana asks and Tori nods her head, having collected herself.
"Are you finished or is there more?" Santana asks.
"Uh-there's more." Tori says softly. Rachel and Santana only nod, urging her to continue.
"I was upset when I found out you two were together still. I wanted...I don't know...I guess I thought it would be easier if you two hated each other and that's why you gave me up." Tori looks at the two women who only smile sadly at her.
"Are you still upset about that?" Rachel asks softly.
"No, I swear. I just...it's hard to see the family I was supposed to be apart of." Rachel nods understandingly.
"Can we tell you how we feel now?" Rachel asks and Tori nods.
"Well, I just want to apologize for all the pain we've caused you because we weren't there. We never wanted to hurt you." Rachel's voice breaks and she wipes at her eyes.
"We didn't reach out because we didn't know if your parents told you about us also, legalities. It wasn't our place to barge into your life but we did know where you were." Tori looks at Santana with furrowed eyebrows. Santana smirks at her daughter before speaking again.
"You're not the only one who breaks the law. I carried you for 9 months and went through 11 hours of labor. I was not about to just let them ship you off, never to be heard of again. So, yes I knew the Vega's had you and like you said earlier, thank God for social media." Santana says with a shrug.
"We've been waiting for you find us. Hoping you'd reach out. We never forgot about you. We didn't move on from you. We kept living but every year on your birthday, we wrote you cards and -"
"I got drunk." Santana says, cutting her wife off. Tori laughs lightly.
"Seriously, giving you away was the hardest thing I've – we've done to this day. We wanted you, don't think for a second that we didn't." Santana continues.
"Why did you put me up for adoption?" She asks.
"Tor...we're exactly 18 years older than you. We were kids and we knew we couldn't give you the life you deserved, and yeah we were a bit selfish in our decision too. Rachel and I had dreams we weren't ready to give up on. We couldn't take care of a baby. Back then, I might've fed you to alligators or something." Tori glances over at Rachel, who nods.
"That may have been a possibility on her part. We were very different then." Tori gives her an incredulous look but doesn't comment.
"Don't get me wrong, I love you but I love Rachel too and I'd toss her in an elephant exhibit if she makes me mad enough." Rachel rolls her eyes.
"What Santana means is, overall we made what we thought was the best decision for all of us at that time. You were unexpected, not unwanted. Everyone who knows us knows about you. You are not a regret or a secret shame." Tori nods with a small smile.
"That's nice to know. So, how am I biologically related to both of you if I was an accident?" Santana glances at Rachel who is looking at Tori wide eyed, not knowing how to explain that to her daughter. Santana rolls her eyes and answers for her wife.
"I'll start by saying this, science is weird and isn't always black and white. Rachel is intersex." Tori glances at Rachel who is blushing furiously, uncomfortable with talking about her genitals to her daughter.
"Okay. Any other medical things? Like that could've been passed on to me?" Tori asks, quickly changing the subject to help Rachel.
"Nothing really, no cancer or anything like that on my side. Rachel was adopted too so.." Santana trails off as Tori looks at Rachel.
"You were adopted too?" She asks surprised.
"Yes, my fathers were amazing. I met my biological mother but maybe that's a story for another time." Tori nods, she could use a lighter subject matter now.
"You sing right?" Santana asks.
"Yes, imagine how surprised I was when I found out my bio mom is a Broadway star." Rachel laughs and sits back in her chair. Santana remains close to Tori but removes her hand so she can finish her ice cream.
"Please tell me you don't want to do Broadway too?" Santana asks as she scowls at the bowl in front of her because some of her ice cream melted.
"Not sure but I've done plays before." Rachel's eyes light up and she starts up a conversation about her favorite topic.
The two older women exit the ice cream shop after exchanging hugs with their daughter and saying goodbye. Tori left with her friend a few minutes ago, leaving the women to collect their thoughts.
"I can't believe that actually happened." Santana says as she walks hand in hand with her wife.
"Neither can I but I'm so glad it did." Santana nods.
"Yeah, I honestly don't know what I would've done if she said she didn't want a relationship with us." She says as Rachel unlocks their car doors.
"I thought we weren't supposed to have expectations?" Rachel asks.
"You can't have expectations. You can't handle rejection." Santana says as she gets into the car on the passenger side.
"I can't handle rejection?" Rachel says once she's in the driver seat.
"Duh. Let's just be happy she wants to talk to us. Now, take me somewhere to get some pizza. I'm starving."
"But you just-" Rachel stops once she sees the deadly glare Santana is sending her.
"What was that?" She asks and Rachel sighs..
"What kind of pizza would you like?" She asks and Santana smiles at her.
"Hawaiian." Rachel doesn't respond, only turning on the car and beginning their commute.
"I love you." Santana say, gripping Rachel's hand on the steering wheel. Smiling, Rachel brings Santana knuckles to her lips and places a gently kiss to each one.
"I love you too."
"So how'd it go?" Andre asks after Tori gets back in the car.
"It was...better than I expected. They invited me out to New York this summer." Tori tells him.
"I told you it wouldn't be that bad. So, you guys are definitely going to try to be in each others lives?" Andre asks as he pulls away. Tori turns her head to look out of the window as they drive away.
"Yeah, I think it might actually work out."
"Do you like them?" He asks.
"Yeah, Rachel and I have a lot in common actually and Santana..." Tori trails off, not sure how to describe her.
"She's interesting...kinda funny but in a mean way. I like them both so far." Andre nods his head as he listens.
"Cool. I'm glad everything worked out for you." He turns to her with a smile. Tori turns towards him with a smile of her own and grabs his hand closets to her.
"Seriously, thank you so much. I probably would've just ran without you." Andre shrugs while lightly squeezing her fingers.
"I'll always be here for you." A brief silences falls on them, their hands still locked, until Tori speaks.
"So, I found out I'm Mexican. Santana said she wants to teach me Spanish and some of her mothers recipes." Andre smiles softly as his friend continues to tell him about her meeting, happy that Tori is starting this journey.