New York Bound Chapter 2, a glee fanfic

Santana POV

Thump. Thump. Thump… Sigh.

Quinn sits next to me the latest bestseller in her hand. Her legs are crossed, and I see her left foot moving up and down. It's a sign.

Thump. Thump. Thump… Sigh.

A sign that my beautiful, perfect wife is annoyed. Annoyed at me.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I don't need to see her foot though to know how my anxious tapping is affecting her. Out of the corner of my eye I've been watching her, and Quinn… Quinn has not turned a single page of that bestseller for the last hour. Through the gaps of her hair I can see she has been glaring down at the same sentence for at least half an hour. Perfectly still she waits.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I wait for the sigh that comes next, but it never does. Quinn's patience already worn thin stressing about the upcoming weekend has finally broken. A hissed, "Santana!" comes out of her pretty mouth, and I turn my head to see her beautiful hazel eyes narrowed in a glare directed at me.

I give her a sheepish smile. I know I've been annoying her for the past two hours. Hell, I've been annoying everyone within a three row radius of us for the last two hours. Quinn's glare falters at my smile.

Her left hand lifts up the front cover of her book as her right hand slips in her book mark, and with a quite 'thump' it falls closed. I watch as my wife let's her head fall back onto the headrest of her seat and then…the sigh I had been waiting for escapes, her nostrils flaring at the action.

"Baby," she starts and I can her the exasperation in her voice, "I know your nervous." Hazel eyes snap back to me at the snort I let out at this. I gulp a bit at the fire dancing in beautiful green.

"Sorry." I mumble and that seems to appease her enough to once again ease off the glare. "We just saw both Rachel and Kurt a few months ago," Quinn continues and I fidget, "and I know you've been texting with both of them off and on since we've left Lima." she gives me a pointed look as she says this. My fingers twitch.

I try… I swear I try, but I just can't help myself. It's a quirk I have, and I know Quinn hates it. Thump.

Quinn's hand shoots out of her lap, and for a split second I think she might slap me. I close my eyes bracing for the impact. Quinn hasn't slapped me since that Thanksgiving over a decade ago. Something about being on this train heading back to New York makes me think I'm 19 again, and Quinn would definitely slap 19 year old me.

Instead of a sting I feel finger tips ghost across my arm before gripping my wrist. Quinn slides her hand into to mine. She laces our fingers together and I shake my head, "Sorry." I croak out. Peaking open an eye I see her give me a small smile.

"I know your anxious, San, but you aren't 19 anymore." Quinn says quietly giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. I take a deep breathe trying to focus on the warm feeling of Quinn's hand in my own. "Rachel and Kurt aren't 19 anymore either." she continues on.

"It's not… it's not just that." I mutter and I see Quinn turn her head to look at me straight on and I take another deep breathe, "At least in Lima we had somewhere to escape too. We weren't surrounded by the gleeks 24/7." Quinn hums in agreement nodding slightly. "I know we aren't 19 anymore, but that doesn't mean that I don't feel that way when I'm around them. Lord knows Rachel and I can't go more than a few hours with out sniping at each other, and now…" I trail off. I don't need to finish my thoughts though Quinn is already nodding.

"And now you won't have anywhere to escape to if things go sideways." My wife finishes for me and I glance back at her. I hum again and she leans forward to give me a gentle kiss. My frayed nerve endings start to settle with her gentle affection. "You forget though, baby, you have something now that you didn't have back then." Quinn says her voice gentle and calm.

"Maturity?" you ask pausing before suddenly revising your answer, "Impulse control?" Quinn laughs at that before nudging your shoulder with hers, "Me, you goon." she chuckles, "We're a team, partners, I have you no matter what." I smile at her.

I know she's right. Quinn usually is. I know, I know with Quinn next to me I can take on anything, even a band of musical nerds. I don't respond only tighten my grip on the hand in mine. I don't let go of her hand even as Quinn flips her book back open balancing it carefully on her lap to continue her reading.

I keep her hand in mine switching out my drumming to play gently with her lithe fingers allowing her to tether me to the calm being around Quinn has always brought me. Slowly, I relax into my seat, my nervous energy seeping slowly from my body. By the time to train starts to slow pulling into Grand Central station I have fully relaxed back into my seat, and have even started to fall in and out of sleep.

I can see Quinn perk up as we pull in, her eyes drawn upwards to the vaulted ceilings, but I look out into the crowd. Excitement has now replaced the anxious energy that had plagued me earlier as I eagerly look out in the crowd for Rachel's familiar face.