A/N1: There's time jumps in this chapter, just a heads up.
Ch. 5: Fall into You
"You up for this, Lopez?" Coach Holiday asks Santana as the Latina laces up for her first game since her injury. "Because we can put Rose in there instead. She's a bit skittish like a newborn colt at the start of the games, but she can hold her own."
"No, I'm good," Santana tells her coach. "Besides, this is Homecoming week, so what better time than now for me to make my first appearance after my injury?" Santana says as she swings her arms to loosen up. "My doc's had me cleared since last week too," she adds as an afterthought.
Coach Holiday nods her head, accepting that Santana is ready for today's game. "Okay, then go get your team ready and kick some ass!"
As Santana leads her team out onto the field, Quinn finishes helping the Cheerios with their cheer. Though she's no longer actively cheering with them, Coach Sylvester has allowed her to stay on the squad because of her leadership potential. "Damn," Quinn says to Rachel as Santana runs by, "what I wouldn't give to see Santana in one of our Cheerios outfits. I mean, if she looks that great running out on the field in a soccer uniform, imagine those tits and ass in a Cheerios one."
"Wow, Quinn. Rein it in some. I think everyone here can see your rainbow love for her right now," Rachel chuckles. "But, I got an idea that I think you might like," she says conspiratorially.
"Hey San," Quinn says to the soccer player as she heads towards the bench to grab her duffle after the game finishes. "You were great out there for your first game back."
Santana turns to face the blonde, someone she'd been spending more time with because of Puck's wish. "Thanks Q. I felt a little rusty, but I'm confident I'll be able to help get us to States." Santana sees Quinn shiver as the blonde waits for her to pack up. "You look a little cold. Here, wear my jacket to stay warm," she says as she hands Quinn her varsity jacket with Lopez emblazoned on the left breast panel. Quinn doesn't argue because she knows that'll just make Santana put it on her herself, so she murmurs a thank you instead as she slips on Santana's jacket.
As the two walk towards Santana's car, Joss comes skipping over with Rachel and Brittany in tow. "Hey hot stuff," she says, planting a kiss on Santana's cheek, causing both Santana's and Quinn's faces to turn red, but for different reasons. "Didn't she play great her first game back, you guys?" Joss asks the group. "And Brittany too, of course," she adds before Rachel can interject about how great Brittany played as well.
Santana senses that Quinn's mood isn't what it was before Joss walked over, so she quickly thinks of a way to make everyone happy. "So, since it's Homecoming weekend, why don't we throw a party to celebrate? My Mamí is supposed to be out of town this weekend, so we can have it at my house. Sound good?" Everyone but Quinn is quick to say yes to Santana's idea, which Santana notices, so she mentally files it away to bribe Quinn to come to the party.
Later on that night, after Joss leaves following her congratulations gift to Santana, Santana grabs her phone to send a text.
s: please say you'll come
Quinn quickly replies back, almost as if she was waiting for Santana to text her.
qt: It's a party San. Drinking will occur.
s: so I'll make sure to have tons of bacon for you to eat. and whatever you want to drink. bacon grease work?
qt: lol that's too cute, San
s: I gots me some game ;)
After about fifteen minutes of no reply, Santana sends another text.
s: what will it take for you to come?
s: come over, I mean
s: sorry xP
qt: lol it's okay. I get what you mean
qt: I'm not sure I'm going to homecoming anyways; I'm really starting to pop and would look like a beached whale while there.
Santana thinks it over for a minute or two before sending Quinn a reply back, holding her breath as she waits for a reply.
s: go to homecoming, please. and dance with me.
qt: okay.
s: okay? okay then J then my house afterwards. If you're gonna do it, might as well do it big.
s: I'll be picking you up at 6 on Saturday.
s: night q
qt: night s. baby says night too J
Saturday morning rolls around, with everyone excited for the Homecoming dance and then the party at Santana's later. Even Puck is looking forward to the dance and party, even though the football team lost the night before. And true to his word, Puck has behaved himself and cut down on the partying and womanizing. But this is a night for celebration, so anything goes.
Santana sends out everyone a text, telling them what time to meet and where for their ride together to Homecoming. She decides just to have them meet at her house so that way her main group can pick where they want to sleep tonight while everyone else sleeps out in the family room. Everyone agrees on the time and tells her they'll be there.
"Really? Did you need to send me that text as well?" Joss asks as the two sit on the couch, watching cheesy 80s movies. "I am right here, ya know," she says with a laugh.
"I know you are, but people would questions why I didn't add you," Santana replies, grabbing some popcorn from the bowl between them.
"By 'people' you mean Quinn," Joss says flatly. When Santana doesn't say anything back, Joss continues. "You like her, don't you? I thought you did when I first met you, but then you got with me. Just tell me, do you want things between us to go any further or do you like her? Because I'm fine with just fucking you, though I wouldn't mind being your girlfriend either. I just want to know what you feel."
Santana sits on the couch, staring at the screen in front of her. When she finally turns towards Joss, tears are streaming down her face. "I really like her, Joss, I really do. But she's my best friend's baby mama. How fucked up is it that I want to be with her? I don't even know if she feels the same way. I thought I could get over her by trying to get with someone else. I'm so sorry Joss!" Santana gets out before she breaks down sobbing.
Joss slides across the couch and wraps Santana up in a hug. "It's okay, pretty girl. Shh, it's okay."
"You're not mad?" Santana asks through her tears.
"No," Joss chuckles. "The sex with you is too good to be mad at you. Besides, once we graduate, you're going to get all hot shot doctory on me – you can use me to learn anatomy any day – and will be too cool to chill with a lowly event planner. So, friends still then? Who occasionally fuck? 'Cause like I said, your sex is on fire! And I gotta be weaned off gradually!"
"Really? A song in the middle of that? How on earth did I ever survive without you? You're just as ornery as Puck sometimes, I swear!" Santana jokingly tells the beachy nlonde still wrapping her in a bear hug. "Thank you for understanding, Joss. If it wasn't for Quinn…you'll make someone very happy one day."
"Oh man, stop! You're going to make me tear up and have a splotchy face all day! Now, let's finish our movie before we have to start getting ready for tonight," Joss says as disentangles herself from Santana and pushing play on the remote simultaneously.
As it gets closer to 6pm, Santana, with her hair and makeup already done, grabs her keys and tells Joss that she's going to go get Quinn and then she'll be back to finish getting ready before everyone shows up at 7pm.
Instead of just honking the horn like she'd usually do if she was picking up Brittany to go somewhere, Santana gets out of the car and walks to Quinn's front door. Before she can knock, Judy is already at the door, ushering Santana inside.
"Thanks Mrs. Fabray. I'm Santana Lopez, a friend of Quinn's. I play on the varsity soccer team as their starting goalie," Santana rambles on.
"I know who you are, dear. Quinn talks about you all the time. And –"
"She does?" Santana asks hopefully.
"Yes. And how you're best friends with Noah Puckerman. That boy. I never thought I'd see the day when he'd take responsibility, but he has. I'm so proud of them."
"Uh, yes," Santana says, not sure how to respond to Judy's statement about Puck. "Do you know if Quinn is ready yet?"
"Oh, yes. I'm not sure. You can go upstairs and check on her if you'd like. Her room is the second door on the right."
Santana thanks Judy and starts to walk towards the stairs when she hears a door close upstairs. "Quinn, is that you? Want me to come up?" Santana asks.
"No. I'm coming," Quinn calls out.
"Oh my. Let me go grab my camera!" Judy says excitedly. "Russell is on a business trip right now, but I'm sure that him and Frannie both would love to see how lovely Quinn surely looks." Once Judy has her camera, she calls out for Quinn to come down.
Quinn makes her way down the steps, a la She's All That, and it's all Santana can do to keep her mouth from dropping. "How do I look?" Quinn asks shyly, unaware that she's rubbing her baby bump while she waits for an answer, which just makes Santana fall for her even more.
"Stunning," Santana says with a revered tone as she drinks in Quinn's outfit. "Absolutely stunning."
"Thank you," Quinn says in an equally hushed voice. "Where's your dress?"
Before Santana can answer, Judy starts fussing over Quinn, taking pictures of her to send to her father and sister. As Judy continues to ooh and ahh over Quinn, Santana continues to state at the beautiful blonde that seems to have rendered her speechless. Quinn's dress, a pale pink empire cut, accentuates all the right places in Santana's mind. In Santana's humble opinion, it's like that dress was made specifically for Quinn. And the updo Quinn has her hair in elongates her neck, making Santana's mouth water at the thought of kissing and gently nipping at Quinn's pulse point.
"Santana, are you listening?" Quinn says with a chuckle.
"Huh? What?" Santana asks.
"Oh, such eloquence," Quinn says in mock exasperation. "I asked if you wanted to take a picture with me before we leave."
"But I'm not dressed yet," Santana says.
"That's okay. I think you look fine the way you are. Now, come over her and say 'Homecoming selfie'!" Quinn says as she grabs Santana by the wrist and pulls her up against her before taking a picture of the shocked Latina. "Perfect," Quinn says. "Now, let's go so we're not the last ones to your own house."
When Santana and Quinn reach Santana's house, she sees that both Puck's and Brittany's cars are there. "Looks like they beat us here," Santana tells Quinn. "So, I'm going to run upstairs to finish getting ready while you guys all chill downstairs. Will you tell them I'll be down shortly? I don't wanna have to stop since we're on a time limit." Santana asks as they reach her front door. Quinn tells her yes, so when they get inside the house, Santana quickly tells the group hello as she hurries up the stairs.
While waiting on Santana, everyone compliments each other on how great they look. Rachel and Brittany, while not dating, are wearing similarly cut dresses in complimentary colors and both of them are wearing white wrist corsages. Puck is dressed all in black, with the exception of his tie, which is a hot pink. When made fun of his tie color choice, he defends it by saying that it's breast cancer awareness month and he just wants the ladies to know that he is available for consultation, to which Quinn just rolls her eyes at him. Joss, dressed in her sheer royal blue dress makes Quinn jealous because she doesn't think she can compete against someone as gorgeous as the tan blonde in front of her.
Quinn, still paying attention to the chitchat amongst the group, glances over towards the stairs when she hears a door close shut, followed by some heeled footsteps. What she sees makes her turn her attention completely to the figure coming down the steps. Everyone else, after Brittany poses a question to Quinn that goes unanswered, turns their attention towards the stairs as well to figure out what's got Quinn so enraptured.
"Fuck," Quinn utters under her breath when Santana's entire body is in view of the group. Puck shows his appreciation for Santana's outfit by wolf whistling as Santana continues down the steps, her tight red mermaid style dress causing her to take the steps slower than usual. Quinn is completely in awe of Santana in this moment, wishing that she could take a picture to remember Santana like this.
'What?" Santana asks, somewhat self-conscious, something she rarely is, when the group continues to stare at her without talking.
"We were just admiring your beauty, Santana," Rachel admits unabashedly. "While you look great every day, today you somehow have surpassed that."
"I'm not sure if that's an insult or a compliment, Midge, but I'll take that as a compliment," Santana tells Rachel jokingly. "Okay everyone!" Santana says as she claps her hands together, "quickly take some pictures here before the limo comes because this Latina needs to get her wiggle on!"
At the homecoming dance, everyone's spirits seem to be riding high, just like the group arriving from Santana's house. Puck, being his usual self, has the punch spiked within the first fifteen minutes, but not before making sure his baby mama has her own supply of the unspiked liquid refreshment.
Santana, feeling the buzz from the punch and excitement of the night, excuses herself from dancing with Joss, and wanders over to where Quinn is sitting by herself at the table. "I do believe you owe me a dance tonight," Santana says in her most charming voice. "So, doth the lady care to dance?"
"Oh my god," Quinn chuckles at Santana's antics. "But yes," she says as stretches out her hand for Santana to take, "I do. So twirl me around, please."
Santana takes Quinn's outstretched hand and leads her onto the dance floor. When the two finally get to the middle, the dj switches the song from fast to slow. Quinn, sure that Santana wouldn't want to dance with her for a slow song when she could be dancing with Joss, starts to head back to the table. "Where do you think you're going?" Santana says, a little hurt that the pregnant blonde tries to leave her.
"I thought you would want to dance with your girlfriend," Quinn says bitterly.
"I want to dance with you. So stay. Please," Santana all but begs Quinn. Quinn debates leaving anyways since Santana is clearly drunk and not thinking straight, but Santana continues to clutch Quinn's wrist, not letting her go, while staring at her with those dark brown eyes. Quinn sighs and gives Santana her other hand, which immediately makes Santana smile as she places both of Quinn's hands around her neck. Quinn hesitant at first, but then she quickly changes her mind because seeing Santana smile like this is worth all the questioning feelings she has.
As the dance nears the end, Santana informs her group that they should head back now so that way they can finish whatever necessary last minute preparations that needs to be done before people start to arrive. Everyone agrees, so off to the limo they go. Once home, Santana notices that Puck seems to be a little too chummy with Brittany and Rachel, but figures that's the least of her worries since Quinn and joss are in the midst of a what seems to be a huge catfight.
"Uh, girls?" Santana asks as she looks between the two blondes standing in her kitchen. "What's going on?"
"This bitch told me that my dress looks 'slimming on a girl with my figure'! The fuck? I'm fucking pregnant, you dumb bitch!" Quinn yells the last part at Joss before pairing it with a quick slap to her face.
Joss places her hand on her face, saying "I was just trying to be nice and compliment her. Who knew she'd be so emotional over it," Joss says with an edge to your voice.
As Quinn huffs out of the room, Santana turns to Joss. "Really? Are you trying to poke the bear? She didn't even want to come in the first place because she already feels out of place as it is. And then you go and say something about her figure? She's a fucking pregnant teenager! Of course she's going to be emotional," Santana says in exasperation as she grabs Joss a bag of frozen peas from the freezer. "Just try not to kill each other tonight, please. That's all I ask," Santana tells Joss warily.
"Okay. I'll try. But hey, I just set you up to go play the hero," Joss says with a mischievous wink as she flounces out of the kitchen.
The next day, Santana wakes up to loud yelling. She groans in exasperation, cursing whoever it is that's screaming so bloody loud on a Sunday morning, especially when she has what's sure to be a massive hangover. As she sits up in bed slowly so she doesn't puke, Joss comes in through the door. "Oh good. So it's not you and Quinn killing each other. I'm going back to bed now, so shut the door please," Santana grumbles.
"If you want your best friend to keep his balls, I think you better get out of bed still," Joss says as she goes towards the source of the scream.
As Santana rounds the corner towards the guest room, she sees Joss holding back a pissed off Quinn, which makes her even more curious as to what's going on. Though that screaming has got to stop. "Yo, Q. What's with the –" Santana asks as she walks towards the two blondes. "Oh," is all she can say when she reaches the doorway.
Inside the room she sees Brittany, Rachel and Puck, all in various stages of undress. Rachel has the decency to look mortified of her best friend seeing her naked, while Brittany calmly gets dressed. Puck, on the hand, chooses this moment to open his mouth and as "What's up, Baby Mama?" Quinn screams again and struggles to reach him, but Joss holds her firmly in place.
"Bro, really?" Santana asks her best friend, motioning to his nakedness. "Please tell me you did not just sleep with both of them."
"Well, they don't call it a threesome if you only fuck one!" he says cockily. "Someone certainly enjoyed their fill of the 'puckasaurus' last night," he says with a thrust of his hips and a leer towards Rachel.
"Puck, I swear to God I'm going to chop off your dick and force feed it to you!" Quinn seethes.
"What? Why? You said you didn't want a relationship with me like that and that I was free to be with whoever I wanted. I haven't done anything since I found out and I've got needs!" Puck says angrily.
"Don't you think I do too?" Quinn spits out. "You don't see me fucking everyone I see," Quinn takes a breath, trying to calm herself down. "But that's not the point. You can sleep with whomever you want; just don't do it when I'm under the same roof."
"Quinn, I'm sorry –" Rachel starts.
"Rachel," Quinn says in exasperation. "I know. You're sorry. It's okay. Long as you were happy and safe doing it." Rachel nods her head as Brittany nudges her, handing her her clothes that were strewn throughout the room. "But don't expect me to want to gab about this later." Quinn turns to Santana. "Thank you for yesterday evening. But, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to go home now. And since you picked me up…"
"I'll take her," Joss volunteers. "I think I had the least amount of alcohol last night. Besides, I've got work at noon, so I was going to leave soon anyways. C'mon Quinn, let's blow this clambake!"
"Okay. Let me know when you guys make it to wherever you end up at," Santana says as she hugs and kisses both girls on the cheek. Both girls agree as they head out to Joss' car. Santana turns to the remaining part of her group. "Okay bitches! Since I'm up now – thanks to Puck's little friend – let's get this cleaning done!" Everyone groans but aids in the wreckage from the night before.
Two weeks later, everyone is excited for Halloween. Quinn decides that after the Homecoming party's day after incident that it would be better to have a girl's night-in, filled with watching scary movies after they pass out candy to the trick-o-treaters. So, after waiting for Santana Wednesday after practice, Quinn tells her of her plan.
"Sounds good to me. I love me some scary movies!" Santana says. "Who are you thinking of inviting?" When Quinn tells her Rachel, Brittany and Joss, Santana is pleasantly surprised. "You're actually going to invite Joss? This isn't some Fabray Halloween prank, is it?" Santana questions.
"No," Quinn chuckles. "But I could see where you'd be concerned. Speaking of Halloween pranks, since this is a Halloween festivity, I want everyone to wear a costume for the night. I think it would be fun to do, even if we are staying in."
"Even better!" Santana exclaims. "I fucking love Halloween and creepy shit like that!"
"Me too," Quinn says.
"Really? Miss Preppy likes creepy stuff? I'm impressed, Fabray. Aite, I gotta hit the showers, so unless you wanna join…?" Santana says, letting the last part hang between them.
"Oh no! I'll, uh, I'll let you go then. And I'll send out a text to the girls tonight, telling them about Friday."
"Okay, Q. Sounds good," Santana says as she slings her bag over her shoulders and heads off towards the locker rooms.
The next day, Quinn and Rachel head to the store to go find costumes for Friday night. Quinn's surprised that she's able to have Rachel all to herself, but is even more surprised with Rachel's answer as to why. "Me and Brittany aren't together or whatever any more. I wanted to see how things would go with Puck, so Brittany is giving me space to figure it out. Is this going to make it awkward between us that I'm trying to see how things are with Puck?"
Quinn is silent for a few moments as she processes this information. "I thought you liked Brittany though?"
"You can like two people at the same time, Quinn," Rachel tells her best friend. "And I've always liked Puck. Even before you got pregnant by him."
"As long as he treats you well, then you have my blessing. Will you be okay with Brittany coming over tomorrow night and staying?" Quinn asks Rachel. Rachel nods her head yes in affirmation. "Okay, good. Let's go get our shopping on then!"
Halloween night rolls around and all the girls show up at Quinn's house just in time for the first set of trick-o-treaters. "Grab a bag and start passing out the candy, ladies!" Quinn says as she sets the Halloween playlist she made on her iPod to play. A creepy introduction to Thriller comes on, which makes Santana and Brittany break out their dance moves instead of passing out the candy. But neither the adults nor the kids seem to mind and instead cheer for them once the song is over.
"Hey San," Quinn asks, "where'd you get that outfit?"
Santana looks down at the Cheerios outfit she has on as her costume. "Oh this thing? I have my ways," she says deviously. "Figured I'd make my mamí happy and be a cheerleader for the night. Besides, I think my ass looks great in this skirt, don't you?" she says as she flips her skirt up quickly as she walks away, revealing that she's not wearing any spankies. Quinn audibly gulps at seeing Santana's perfect ass.
Compared to Santana's outfit, everyone else's looks pretty tame on the sexual front. Brittany is dressed up as a mad scientist, complete with a torn lab coat and blood all over her. Rachel is dressed like a ballerina since Quinn refused to let her come as Barbara Streisand. Joss is dressed Nikki from Orange is the New Black, which Quinn thinks fits her well since in the second season, Nikki was all about the snatch and that's what Quinn thinks of Joss as whenever she opens her mouth. As for Quinn, after searching throughout all the costume options at the store, she decided to go the homemade route and dress up at a fallen angel with a crooked halo and a sash tied around her midriff to accentuate the baby bump.
"Way to use that baby bump as part of your Halloween prop, Quinn," Brittany says to her as they watch Santana pass out candy to the kids while Rachel and Joss wander off towards the kitchen to set up the booze for the night. "I like it. Can I touch your stomach?"
Quinn smiles at Brittany. "Sure, you can touch my stomach. I haven't felt any kicks yet, but from what I read, that's normal and won't be something you feel until the fifth month and I'm just a 17 weeks right now." Brittany nods her head in understanding and places her hand on Quinn's stomach. While Brittany is touching Quinn's stomach, Quinn looks over towards Santana who's still passing out treats to the kids.
"She's a natural with them, don't you think?" Brittany asks Quinn.
"Yea, she really is. I'm surprised," Quinn admits.
"Don't be," Brittany chuckles. "As much Santana likes to act like she's all tough because she's from Lima Heights Adjacent, she's an absolute softie and loves being around kids. She actually volunteers at a soccer clinic every summer to teach low-income youth how to play. That's always that happiest that I've seen her."
Quinn goes to say something, but Santana's finally done with the kids and walks over to the two girls. "You guys ready to head inside before Midge and Joss destroy the alcohol supply?" she asks as she sticks out both of her arms to the girls, offering them to them so they can walk in on her arms.
Once inside the house, Santana shouts out "I need some booze, stat! It's shot time ladies! And you, dear Q, will be taking shots of water. Or whatever liquid refreshment is healthy for the little guppy inside you." Rachel and Joss come scurrying out with the booze, both looking slightly disheveled. "Shots are ready, bitches!" Santana exclaims once the drinks are poured – vodka for them, V8 splash for Quinn – and proceeds to grab one and raise it in the air before touching it to the table and throwing it back like a pro.
Quinn can't help but to roll her eyes in amusement at Santana's antics. "Will this be how the night goes? Shots on shots on shots? I might have to switch it to something harder, like OJ, if that's the case," Quinn jokingly says. All of the girls laugh at her, and Joss offers to fry her up some bacon grease so she can shoot that as well, which Quinn quickly declines.
"I think we should have a game involved with the movies we watch tonight. And I have just the right rules that'll work with any of the movies we watch tonight," Santana says. When everyone looks at her, she asks "what? I like my horror, so I know that horror writers follow a certain type of path, if you will. And these are guaranteed to occur in practically any cult classic horror film. So, here it goes:
1) Drink for death
2) Drink for excessive blood
3) Drink for horror movie clichés, like fake scares and other similar things
4) Drink for anytime you laugh, 'cuz you know it's gonna happen
5) Drink for sex, or heavy making out and petting
Does that work for you guys?" The girls all nod in agreement, so Santana turns it over to Quinn to produce the movies for their viewing pleasure.
"Ooh," Brittany says as Quinn displays her collection of horror films, which consists of classics such as Halloween, Friday the 13th, and Nightmare on Elm Street along with newer ones such as Mama, The Purge, and The Green Inferno. "I just saw previews for the new movie Ouija and so I brought one because I thought it would be cool to do that. Can we try it later after watching the movies?" She asks innocently.
The group all looks around at one another with questioning faces. Santana mutters "I'm not sleeping with her tonight!" which garners a laugh from everyone but Brittany. But final they agree and say that they'll try it after they finishing watching all of the movies, which they think will cause Brittany to forget by then because if everyone picks a movie, that's five movies that they'd be watching before they'd get to use the Ouija board.
The girls decide to start off with the least scary of the movies since trick-o-treaters were still coming to the door and they didn't want to scare them away. So Rachel picks out Phantom of the Opera, which causes everyone to groan because she would pick something that was on Broadway.
"How am I gonna gets my drink on?" Santana complains. "This is supposed to be creepy stuff tonight, Midge. Not bore yourself to death!" Quinn just laughs at Santana's antics and passes her the bottle of vodka so she could nurse that while watching the movie. "Thanks Q, but I'll just be the one on candy duty during this movie," Santana says as she hears a knock on the door. "See? Perfect timing as well!"
"Awe, c'mon guys. Please? Can we just ask one question? I wanna know if Quinn is having a boy or girl," Brittany pleads. The group looks around each other and then at Quinn, who nods her consent. "Yay!" Brittany cries out as she hugs Quinn. The rest of the girls quickly set up the board to ask the question. When asked, the planchette spells out "B-E-T-H."
"See, it doesn't even answer our question," Joss complains. "Let's pack it up and go to bed."
As they pack everything up, Brittany quietly says, "but Beth is a girl's name. So it did answer our question." Santana hears what Brittany says since she's the closest, but in her alcohol induced state of mind, she doesn't give what Brittany says a second thought.
"Pick wherever you guys want to sleep tonight," Quinn tells the group as she walks towards her bedroom. "Just stay out of my mom's room though." Joss and Rachel look to each other and head towards one of the guests rooms.
"You can go with her," Brittany says to Santana, who looks torn between going after Quinn and staying with her best friend in the other guest room.
"No, I'll stay with you, Britt-Britt. We haven't had much time together that hasn't involved school or soccer."
"Okay. Suit yourself. I really don't mind. But, if you do, mind if we tell a few ghost stories before going to bed?"
"Sure, just like the old days," Santana chuckles as she quickly changes into her pajamas. As both girls settle in, Santana sends off two quick messages before turning over to start telling Brittany a story. When she turns to face the blonde, she notices that Brittany is fast asleep. After battling internally about what to do for a few minutes, Santana finally gets the nerve to get out of bed to head towards Quinn's room, but not before writing Brittany a note since she knows that the bubbly blonde is always up before her.
For Santana, the walk to Quinn's room is an agonizingly long one. When she finally reaches Quinn's door, she worries that Quinn might already be asleep. She's about to turn away and head back to the room with Brittany, but she heads a soft singing. As Santana stands there listening, she becomes even more captivated by Quinn than she already was. At a break in the singing, Santana finally gets the nerve to knock on the door.
Quinn opens her bedroom door and leans against the doorway with a questioning look on her face. "Everything okay, San? You aren't going to tell me you're really a scaredy-cat under that tough exterior, are you?"
Santana rolls her eyes at Quinn. "No. I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent, remember? I just figured that you'd like some company. But I can let you fend for yourself against the monsters if you'd like" Santana says as she sticks out her tongue.
"Real mature, San," Quinn laughs. "But come in. I was just getting ready for bed after singing to the baby." So Santana walks in, look around Quinn's room, which is everything that Santana imagined it would look like. "You can get in the bed if you'd like. Unless you plan on sleeping standing up?"
Santana quickly gets in the bed with Quinn, blushing as she does so because if only Quinn knew what kind of thoughts were going through Santana's head right now about being in bed with Quinn. "Do you sing often to the baby?" Santana asks once the lights have been turned off and she's able to think somewhat clearly again.
"Yes, I do. Rachel tries to make me play Broadway tunes for the baby and Puck always goes the classic rock route. But when it's just me and the baby, I like to play the classics like Dianna Ross, The Temptations, and The Righteous Brothers," Quinn tells her.
"I bet the bay loves your voice," Santana replies back without hesitation.
Quinn chuckles. "Maybe for those ballads, but I'm not so sure about when I sing pop or country. And definitely not rap for my child!"
"What, no rap? You clearly haven't been listening to the right rap then," Santana tells her.
"Oh, is that so? And are you going to teach me the ways of rap then?" Quinn asks jokingly.
"I am," Santana says indignantly. "Just you watch. You'll feel it flowing through you with my skills."
"Okay, superstar. I'll be waiting. Don't make Beth and I wait too long."
"Beth?" Santana asks. "Is that…?"
Quinn's silent for a moment. "I'm not sure what I'm having yet, but if it's a girl, I want to name her Beth Emily. And if I'm having a boy, I want to name him Michael Finn. I really want to have a girl, so I've been calling the baby 'Beth' lately…"
It's Santana's turn to be quiet now. "I like them," she says finally.
"Thank you," Quinn tells her. But instead of getting a reply back, she hears Santana starting to snore lightly. "Good night, Santana. Good night, Beth," she says out loud. Inwardly she thinks that sharing a bed with Santana like this is the best thing that's happened to her in a while, so she goes to bed with a smile, which soon grows bigger when Santana cuddles her in the middle of the night.
Quinn's running around the school on the last day before Thanksgiving break, trying to find Puck when she runs into Santana and Brittany coming out of the athletic director's office with their new state championship rings. "Wow, those look great," Quinn says to them.
"Thanks," Santana says. "I still can't believe we won States. I swear, it musta been you guys cheering us on that gave us good luck or something."
"Yeah, we needed unicorns like you out there for us," Brittany tells her.
"Thanks guys, I think?" Quinn says, wondering what Brittany means about being a unicorn. "Hey, have you guys seen Puck? I'm trying to find him to see if he's still coming with me for the doctor's appointment on Monday. I won't be able to see him this weekend because Frannie and some other family are flying in and his phone is broken again, so I just wanted to confirm today before leaving school."
"Oh, that's right!" Brittany exclaims. "You get to find out if you're having a boy or a girl! Will you tell us when you find out?"
Quinn chuckles at Brittany's enthusiasm. "Yes, Britt. I'll tell you guys when we have our own little Thanksgiving away from our families. So, on Wednesday." Britany squeals as she jumps up and down while Santana smiles at how her two favorite blondes interact with each other.
"If we see Puck before you do, we'll make sure he finds you," Santana tells Quinn. "Now hurry up and get to class, ma'am," she says with a little tap to Quinn's ass.
Quinn turns back around. "Did you just slap my ass?" she asks.
"Uh, I, uh, tapped it?" Santana stutters, slightly shocked that she actually did that and completely embarrassed that Quinn called her out on it.
"Well then, I've got my eyes on you," Quinn says as she hugs Brittany one last time before hugging Santana. As she turns to leave, Quinn spins around and kisses Santana briefly on the cheek. "See you Wednesday!"
Santana reaches up to where Quinn kissed her. "Damn," she says.
"Yeah, you could say that again," chuckles Brittany before she loops an arm through Santana's and leads them to the opposite way of Quinn.
"Hey, San said that you had wanted to see me?" Puck asks Quinn when he finds her outside the Cheerios locker room.
"Yes. I had wanted to know if you're still coming with me on Monday to the doctor's appointment. We get to find out the sex of the baby."
"Oh hell yes, Baby Mama! I wouldn't miss it for anything! I'll already have Rachel with me, so do you want me to come pick you and Judes up?" Puck asks Quinn.
Quinn gives Puck a questioning look. "Why will you already have Rachel with you?"
"Well, uh, I kind of wanted to not be such an ass after I had that threesome with her and Brittany, so I figured that I could try to be gentlemanly. Well, it worked out okay, but then she started acting weird after Halloween, so now we're just friends who occasionally makeout. But more on the friends part than anything else. I have a feeling that she's more into the lady parts than she is for the guy parts. But hey, whatever turns on the Jewish Princess! Plus, I got another person to play COD with since you took San away from me," Puck tells Quinn.
"Wow. You've been hanging out with her way too much since you're starting to talk in paragraphs as well!" Quinn laughingly tells the boy. "But yes, you can pick us up at my house at 11:30." Puck nods and starts to leave the area, but Quinn calls out to him. "Oh, and Puck? I might be good with you getting me knocked up, but don't think for a second I'm trying to have half sibling babies with Rachel. So wrap it up if you're still sleeping with her."
"You don't have to worry about that because we haven't slept together in a while, but I certainly learned my lesson. I don't plan on having any more kids for a while, Q. See you Monday."
Monday comes quickly in the Fabray household with family members from out of town flying in early so they can catch up since they hadn't seen each other since last Christmas. Everyone has been oohing and aahing over how Quinn looks so adorable as a pregnant woman, much to her surprise. When Quinn found out that she was pregnant, she thought for sure that her Christian family would not tolerate her indiscretion and would kick her out. But after some mild yelling from her father, the family seems better than ever, especially with Russell turning his home office into a baby's room, which Quinn just found out about that morning.
As much as she loves her extended family, Quinn is thankful for when Puck and Rachel show up to take her and Judy to the doctor's appointment because they were starting to drive her insane and it was only Monday. Frannie wants to come with them as well, but when she asks, Judy tells her that someone has to stay home so that Russell doesn't burn down the house while trying to make the dinner for the night. Everyone including Russell laughs because they all know that the only thing he can do in the kitchen is eat.
Once at the doctor's office, Quinn and the gang only wait about five minutes before they're taken back to the exam rooms. Quinn asks for them to wait outside while she changes, so they oblige until she's ready for them to come in. Much like the last visit to the doctor's office, there is a lot of emotion when Dr. Reese enters the room.
"Is everyone ready to find out the sex of the baby?" she asks the group by way of pleasantries. Everyone nods their heads, so Dr. Reese gestures Quinn to lie down so she can take an ultrasound. "See this?" Doctor Reese says to the group. "That's your baby, Quinn. Your baby girl. Any names lined up?"
Quinn sits there, staring at the screen, becoming more in love with her baby every second. "Beth," she whispers as she reaches out to touch the screen. "Her name is Beth."
"Oh, like the song!" Puck crows happily. "I knew you liked the – ow!" Puck says when Rachel grabs him by the ear.
"Puck. Shut up and don't ruin the moment," the Jewish girl says to her ex-bedfellow. Puck frowns and rubs his ear, but stays quiet for fear of more pain being inflicted on him.
The rest of the appointment goes by smoothly after that and the group gets to leave soon after. Quinn, once again, is beyond happy when leaving the doctor's office, a big grin plastered on her face.
"Is it a boy or girl?" Brittany asks as soon as Quinn comes through Santana's front door on Wednesday.
"Damn Britt-Britt. Give the girl a chance to come in first before you attack her with questions," Santana tells her best friend. Brittany pouts at her while Quinn chuckles and removes her jacket to place on the rack. "Puck and Rachel have been mum about the sex of the baby, so Brittany has been driving me and Joss insane with about what she thinks the sex of the baby is. So please, for everything that is right, please please please tell Brittany the sex of your baby ASAP!" Santana pleads.
"Okay, okay. Let's go and get some food and then I'll tell you guys while we eat. Sound good?" Quinn asks as her stomach lets out a rumble.
Soon everyone is gathered around the table, ready to eat the food everyone brought and eager to her Quinn's news. After about five minutes of nothing but the sounds of everyone piling food on their plates, Santana speaks. "I can't take it anymore. I need to know. Boy or girl?" Everyone chuckles because even though Brittany was the one who wanted to know when Quinn first walked in, Santana has been dying to know since Halloween night.
Quinn rubs her stomach and smiles at the group. "In four months' time, you guys will get to meet Beth Emily Fabray."
"So in the middle of March?" Brittany asks. When Quinn nods her head, Brittany jumps up from the table to hug her. Everyone else claps their hands and congratulates the blonde ex-cheerleader. With Quinn's big news told, everyone begins to eat, enjoying the merriment of the holiday.
When everyone is getting ready to leave to head home, Quinn hangs back to help Santana clean up the dishes from the evening. "You don't have to help," Santana tells her.
"But what kind of Frabray would I be if I didn't help?" Quinn asks her. Santana just shrugs and hands Quinn a towel for her to dry the dishes.
Once the girls are almost done with the dishes, Quinn breaks the comfortable silence. "If you're not doing anything tomorrow, would you like to come over my house?"
Santana turns to give Quinn her full attention. "Tomorrow is Thanksgiving though."
"I know. And it looks like you'll be spending it alone. Wouldn't you rather be surrounded by people instead of being by yourself?" Quinn says.
Santana thinks for a moment, weighing her options of whether or not she should accept Quinn's offer to be with her on Thanksgiving or to stay at home, alone, like she always does. "I'll let you know tomorrow. Is that okay?" Quinn nods her head, slight disappointment showing on her face. Santana sees this and quickly tries to make it better. "Okay, I'll come. But if it gets too awkward, I'm leaving." Quinn nods her head and squeezes Santana tightly.
"Thank you, San."
"Any time for you, Q."
The next day, Santana wakes up nervous about seeing Quinn later on during the day. She contemplates telling Quinn that she can't come, but she knows that that'll only make the blonde upset and she can't bear to do that to Quinn. So Santana spends the morning, vegging out on the couch watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade while she scarfs down a bowl of Lucky Charms. Santana tries to keep herself busy until she's supposed to head over to Quinn's, but that proves to be a fruitless endeavor, so she decides to head over to Quinn's early and see if she can help out.
Santana knocks on Quinn's front door, not really expecting anyone but Quinn to answer. Instead, Frannie is the one who opens the door. "Hello. And you are?" Frannie asks.
"I'm Santana. Quinn's friend," Santana says as she sticks out her hand to shake Frannie's. "It's nice to meet you." Frannie shakes her hand and slowly nods her head.
"I guess I should let you in now, shouldn't I?" Frannie says to Santana. "Quinn should be upstairs in her room."
Santana murmurs her thanks and heads towards to Quinn's room. Upon reaching the door to Quinn's room, she sees that it's slightly ajar, so she goes to let herself in. But when she pushes through, she sees more than she bargained for. On her bed, Quinn has her head thrown back against the pillows, with one hand on one of her breasts and the other down her leggings. "Uh," Santana coughs at the sight, still in the doorway and unsure of what she should do.
"Oh my God! Santana!" Quinn yelps as she quickly pulls her hand out of her panties. "What are you doing here?!"
"I, I, uh, Frannie let me in?" Santana tells her, her face becoming extremely flushed.
"Santana?" Quinn says. Santana arches her eyebrows, waiting for Quinn to continue. "Can you step outside and close the door all the way this time? I kind of need to get freshened up," Quinn says as she motions towards the bathroom.
"Oh, yes," Santana says as she steps out Quinn's room. Instead of awkwardly waiting for Quinn outside of her room, Santana heads downstairs to wait and see if they need any help. Russell sees Santana and tells her to come watch football with him.
"Those Frabray women never let anyone help them in the kitchen, so you might as well come over here and watch the game with me. Everyone else should be coming soon."
"Thank you," Santana murmurs. As her and Russell sit and watch the Lions play against the Bears, Quinn comes down and sees the two together, getting along quite well, which puts a smile on her face. She rubs her stomach, still smiling, thankful that Santana seems to be fitting in so well with her family, even if it is only as a friend. She hopes that when she has Beth, Santana will be a permanent figure in her daughter's life.
A/N: Whew! That was a long chapter to right! I hope you guys were good with the time jumps. The next chapter will most likely be a time jump to winter break, and then another time jump to the main parts of the gangs' spring semester.
· Dazed: thank you! I can't wait to start on the first…thanks for loving this story. I act like this is my baby lol hopefully you enjoyed this update as well.
· Pachecoissa: well, I didn't update soon, but I hope that because this was such a long chapter, that you're okay with it. And there's gonna be more times with Quinn being motherly as well in the upcoming chapters. Especially once she has Beth.
· Shenanigan: thanks. I think since the characters are in high school that there's going to be some struggles with them to change though.
· AngieMG: yup, Santana got a rebound to get over Quinn. And Santana is a bit of a hard head, so who knows if she'll actually talk to Quinn about it.
· Julz19: yes, old habits do die hard…and Joss does point out to Santana that she's okay with the sex lol…well, high school relationships don't always last, so there's gonna be a lot of couple swaps throughout ha
· Guest: well, this chapter hinted at puckleberry, but didn't really delve in to it…joss definitely is playing a role in this story. Both now and in the future.
· Sidneyspain: lol did this make you happy?
· Loryw: nope, santana's not going to confront her because in her mind, it's not her place to do so. So she fucked Joss, which Joss was all too happy to let happen. But Santana needed that because to her, Quinn is still off limits.
Okay everyone, hopefully you guys enjoyed this chapter! I leave for Florida today, so I'll try to see if I can get any writing done while I'm there, but who knows. Until next time!