Title: I Truly Love You (Formally Don't know. I'm open to suggestions.)

Pairing: Rachel/ Santana, maybe Quinn/Brittany

Rating: PG-13 for now

Summary: I truly do love you. I know at school nothing can change.

Warnings: Attempted suicide

Disclaimer: I own nothing

A/N: I was wrong my test isn't until Wednesday. Oh well.

Part 9: Happy

I'm lying on Rachel's bed. Beth is laying next to me. Rachel volunteered us to babysit while Q and B go out for some alone time. Puck had to work and I really do love the munchkin. I'm so engrossed in the simple task of watching Minnie B breath that I don't notice Rachel leaning in the doorway watching us.

Eventually I realize I'm being watched and look up. Rachel has an eyebrow raised and is smirking at me. I can feel myself blushing as she steps forward chuckling softly.

"She's asleep," I whisper sheepishly. Rachel likes to tease me about how overprotective I am of minnie B. She likes to say that she thinks it's cute. I'm Santana Lopez. I don't do cute. At least for anyone but Rachel and minnie B, okay and big B too.

"I see that," Rachel smirks. I roll my eyes and smile at her. I can see us when we're older, our own little one sleeping on the bed. I like thinking about Rachel and I together with a family. I know we're young but it's hard not to think in terms of future us when my girl.

Rachel is on the other side of Beth now. She smiles as she looks down at the sleeping blonde girl. Blonde hair and hazel eyes. Beth is physically all Q. I chuckle at this thought. Only Quinn would have the genes that dominate any other characteristics that could happen in her child. Rachel pokes me to get me to look at her. I smile and shake my head before telling her my therapy. She tries to suppress the low chuckle. She then tilts her head in thought.

"Who do you think our kids will take after?"

"Us, without a doubt. Like anyone could dominate me." At the look on Rachel's face I add quickly. "Besides you of course." I mentally role my eyes. I honestly can't figure out when I got this whipped.

"Good girl." Rachel smirks at me, obviously pleased, not only by my answer, but also at her ability to wrap me around her finger so thoroughly. I she could have ever thought I didn't care when I jump to do whatever she wants at a simple look, I'll never know.

"You enjoy that way too much."

"Well of course. I'm fairly positive the only other person who posses this super power is your mom, and she is more then a little terrifying." She had this expression on her face that I really couldn't blame her for.

My mama demanded that Rachel come over last Sunday for dinner. I'm pretty certain she was traumatized by all the meat. Rachel won't eat meat except fish. Apparently there was a horrible mix up between a petting zoo. She doesn't like to talk about it and I 'm not pushing to hard. I still like my meat thank you very much.

The point is that Rachel is now completely terrified of my mother. She loves my papa. He plays guitar. Rachel was thrilled. She sang while he played for a while after dinner. When my papa learned she had never learned to play guitar, only the piano, he insisted that Rachel let him give her lessons. She let out this happy squeal before hugging him. I can't remember the last time I saw my father grin that hard. When I got back from taking her home my mama told me how much they loved Rachel and how happy my papa is that he has someone willing to let him how to play guitar again. He taught my brother and I when we were younger, but we never had the same passion about it he did.

"If it helps she likes you and she just generally scared everyone, except B. I think that has a lot more to do with B's Bness then anything else though." I smile reassuringly before reaching over Beth and taking Rachel's hand in my own, The hand happens to be connected to the arm she cut.

"What do we tell them? These kids we will one day have. What do we tell them when they ask about mommy's scar?" she asks as I begin tracing along the line that now marks her once perfect skin.

I look into worried eyes and shrug. "The truth. Sometimes bad things happen. People make mistakes. If you're lucky you learn from them. You and I were lucky. We learned." Rachel gave me a watery smile as I intertwined our fingers. We went back to watching minie B for a bit. I felt Rach shift a bit. We both settled in a comfortable silence.

A blinding flash went off behind my eyelids. I don't even remember falling asleep. I look to where the flash came from. Two grinning blondes stared back at me. "Aww, this is so cute. Big, bad Santana Lopez snuggled around little Beth for a nap. I have to show everyone how adorable this is." Q is smirking as she holds up the camera.

"You're dead." I growl quietly, trying to make sure not to wake up the sleeping toddler or my girlfriend. Quinn is already out of the room grinning like an idiot when I begin to chase after her. I hear a sleepy voice ask what was going on before I'm down stairs.

I've got Q cornered in the kitchen when I feel small arms circle my waist. Rach looks at Quinn before putting her hand out. Q hands over the camera while Rachel shakes her head. "You are both worse then little kids." She scolds then quickly moves away from me to look at the picture. Q has already moved past me when I notice the mischevious glint in both girls' eyes. "I got it Britt." She calls as she takes off. Q and I run after her laughing. I feel a real smile on my face at the look of pure joy on Rachel's. My best friends and my girlfriend are here. Everyone is happy and laughing. I know that it's not a good idea to even think this when things are this good, but I truly feel like nothing can go wrong.