The Assistant
Authors Note(I don't own any of the Glee characters) If you haven't noticed already, this will be in Santana's POV. Get ready for the drama, and enjoy!
Chapter Three
Santana walks into their master bedroom, to Quinn finishing up her make up in front of the sink mirror. She wraps her arms around her wife from behind, and kisses her temple.
"You look beautiful."
Quinn blushes, and turns her head for a kiss. "Thank you. So do you."
"Gracias. How are you feeling?"
She sighs, turning back to the mirror, to put on lipstick. "Ok, I guess. I'm still a little sore, and I have a feeling as our little man grows, it'll just get worse."
Santana rests her chin on Quinn's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Mi Amor. I wish I could make it better."
She smiles. "Me too."
Santana lightly taps her wife's bottom. "Almost done? We have to go soon." Quinn nods, and puts her lipstick back. The couple walk out to their car. With Santana driving, they head off to the Fabray's home. "I think I like Gage." Santana says at random.
"Well, I know I like Carter."
Santana giggles. "I guess your parents are a deal breaker."
"What about yours? Should we ask them?"
She shrugs. "Yeah, I guess. I'll just call them though, you know how busy they can be." Quinn nods. Both Santana's parents work in the hospital. Her father a doctor, and mother a nurse.
"After the party, or tomorrow?"
"Tonight I'll call, after their shift is over." Suddenly Quinn starts giggling. Santana looks at her like she's crazy. "What's so funny?"
"You mentioning work, makes me imagine Jenny trying to flirt with you in front of my family."
Santana rolls her eyes. "You won't ever give up on this, will you?" Quinn continues to shake her head, laughing. Santana huffs."You're unbelievable, and you're lucky that I love you so much."
Quinn leans over and kisses Santana's cheek. "I love you too." She leans back in her seat, and Santana takes her hand."Who's delivering the food?"
Santana rolls her eyes. "Jenny and Mercedes."
Quinn giggles a little, but stops when Santana lightly hits her, pulling into the drive way of Quinn's childhood home. Judy, her mother, is already waiting on the stoop for them, with a smile. The married couple get out of the car, and up the stairs, and Quinn is immediately greeted with a hug.
"I missed you so much, my baby."
She blushes, still embarrassed her parents sometimes call her their baby. "I missed you too."
Judy pulls away, and puts her hand on Quinn's belly. "How's my grandson?"
"Good. I felt him hiccup yesterday."
She smiles. "How sweet." She looks over at Santana, and hugs her too."How rude of me to ignore my other daughter. I missed you too, sweetie. Thanks for doing this for me."
Santana smiles. Typical Judy. "It's no problem, mom. It gives me a day off."
Judy snorts pulling away, then lightly hits Santana's shoulder. "You sound like my husband." They all laugh. Quinn takes Santana's hand, pulling her wife closer."Speaking of which, he's waiting for you in the game room." She says rolling her eyes.
Santana nods, then gives Quinn a kiss. "I'll be back in a bit."
"I doubt it, but ok." She says laughing.
"Oh, I almost forgot Mercedes, and that new girl arrived just before you got here. They're setting everything up, maybe you should check on them first." Judy says as Santana walks inside the house.
"Ok."
Santana stops inside the game room for a minute to let Russell know she and Quinn have arrived, but needs to check her employees first. With an understanding nod, and tells her to hurry up, she goes out to the backyard.
Quinn is already there with her mother, greeting other family members. They see each other from across the yard, Santana winks, and Quinn blows her a kiss. Jenny is setting up the tables, while Mercedes is setting up the food on a bigger table. Santana walks over to Mercedes.
"How's it going?"
Mercedes looks up and huffs. "Good. It was a pain to get the tables back here, but Russell and a few of his friends helped."
She nods. "All the food is done, done, right? We don't have to reheat anything?"
Mercedes shakes her head. "Nope all finished, and if it weren't I would handle it. You're not working today, it's Judy's birthday, have some fun."
Santana snorts. "Oh, don't worry, I will. I'm just gonna check if Jenny is doing ok first, then I'll be playing pool and watching football with Russell in the game room."
Mercedes rolls her eyes, and mumbles to herself under her breath, as Santana walks away. Jenny is setting up the plates and silverware.
"How's it going over here?"
Jenny looks up with a smile. "Good."
She nods. "You're not having trouble with the set up?"
She shakes her head, giggling. "It's not that complicated, San."
Again, she nods, feeling a little embarrassed and blushes. "Yeah, I know. I-I just wanted to be sure."
Jenny continues to laugh, and Santana glances over at Quinn, who happens to be doing the same. She huffs.
"I'm just teasing. Thanks for asking, but I'm fine. Go have fun."
"Right." Santana walks away, glaring at Quinn from across the yard, and mouths,"Not funny." Quinn mouths back, "Yes, it is." She rolls her eyes, walking back into the house. She's greeted with Russell and his friends yelling 'Hey.' Some are watching the game, some playing pool. Russell is playing pool with one of his co-workers.
"San, you can play the winner."
She nods and looks over to the big flat screen tv mounted on the wall. "Damn, we're really losing?"
Russell groans. "QB got sacked three times, and he won't throw the fucking ball."
Santana shakes her head, glaring at the man on the tv. "Asshole, don't listen to the damn coach, make your own play!" She yells at him as he tries to run the ball again.
"We're down three points, you'd think they can handle that and get us caught up again."
One of Russell's friends he's playing pool with, pokes Santana with his stick, getting her attention. "You're the one who catered this party?" She nods."My youngest has a birthday next week, are you free Friday afternoon?"
She thinks for a moment then shrugs. "I'll have to ask my assistant. I'll let you know before I leave though." He nods. "How old is your daughter?"
He grins. "She's turning seven. My only daughter actually, and she has me wrapped around her little finger." Santana smiles back. "Yeah, I got four boys and my little girl. We have a full house, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Do you have a family?"
She nods. "Kind of, we're starting one."
He looks down at her stomach, confused. "Really? You must be really early into your pregnancy."
Russell, vaguely paying attention, snorts. Santana just shrugs it off, and starts to explain her situation. "No, I'm not pregnant. My wife is."
Russell steps into the conversation. "She's married to my daughter. We're expecting a little boy." He says with a proud smile."I thought I told you already?"
"You did, but never mentioned your daughter is gay." He turns to Santana."I'm sorry about that."
She waves him off. "It's fine, you didn't know."
After their game of pool, Santana plays winner, who turns out to be Russell. They continue to play, while watching the game. By the time it reaches it's last quarter, Quinn walks in with a plate of food.
"Do you guys plan on staying in here for the whole party?" She says walking up to Santana, and hands her the plate.
"No, we're almost done, and the game will be over shortly." Santana leans in for a kiss, Quinn happily returns.
"I miss you out there. I've been talking to some family, and hanging out with Mercedes and Jenny."
Santana raises her eyes brows in surprise, biting into her chicken. "Oh yeah? How did that go?" She asks with a mouth full of food.
Quinn cringes. "Ew, babe. Please, don't talk with your mouth full." Russell and his friend snort. Santana flips them off, making them laugh some more."And it wasn't bad, she's actually nice. Which makes me believe she won't try anything." Santana snorts. Russell looks confused.
"What would she try?"
Quinn's face reddens, Santana giggles. "N-Nothing." Quinn stutters. Russell just shrugs, and returns to the football game. Santana wraps her free hand around Quinn's waist, bringing her between her legs.
"After the game, do you wanna have a quickie in your room?" She snorts, then shakes her head, while leaning their foreheads together. Santana pouts."Why not?"
Quinn playfully rolls her eyes. "I'm not having sex with a house full of people." She whispers.
"Mmm, but it would be really hot."
"San, no. It's not going to happen."
She huffs. "Fine." Quinn giggles and kisses the tip of Santana's nose, making the brunette smile again."When are we going to ask your parents about little man's name?"
She shrugs. "We can do it now if you want. I can go get mom."
Santana nods. "Sure." Quinn gives her a kiss before leaving.
"Where she off to?" Russell asks.
"To get Judy. We want to ask your opinion about little man's name." He looks confused, and Santana chuckles."Your grandson.'
"Oh right. So what, do you want us to give you choices?"
She shakes her head. "No, we have a few picked out. We just need to know what your favorites are, so we can narrow it down."
He gives her a thumbs up, before making his shot. Quinn then walks in with Judy right behind her. "Ok. So, what names do you have so far?" Judy asks walking in. Quinn returns to her place between Santana's legs, leaning into her.
"We have, Carter, Mason, Brock and Gage picked out. We want it narrowed down to two, or I would like it even more if we just pick one out now." Santana says, setting her now clear plate aside. Quinn lightly slaps her thigh.
"I like Brock." Judy says.
Russell snickers. "My grandson won't be teased for a name like that. Go with Carter, it's a stronger name."
"I like Gage." Russell's friend says from his place on the couch. Then Jenny walks in with Kurt.
"Sorry I'm late, had another party to attend." He says then takes out an envelope from his pocket and hands it to Santana."My tip is in there too, please don't take."
She snorts. "Mi Amor, can you put this in my purse? I left it on the living room couch." She nods.
"So, what are we all doing in here?" Kurt asks taking the stool next to Santana.
"Discussing possible baby names." Judy answers for him.
Kurt gasps. "Oh, how fun. What do we have so far?"
"Carter, Mason, Brock and Gage." She responds.
"Hm, I like Carter. Not really fond of Brock, it kind of sounds like a bird call." Santana snorts."Mason isn't too bad, but I think we can do better." The brunette rolls her eyes when Quinn returns."And Gage is a little too jock for me."
Santana laughs. "What? How does that even make sense?" Now it's Kurt's turn to roll his eyes. Quinn once again stands between Santana's legs.
"When I hear Gage, I think jock."
"Why is that a bad thing?" Russell asks.
"Oh, come on. Do you really want this little boy to grow into a stereotype?"
Quinn and Santana shrug. "If our son wants to play football, or any kind of sport, it's up to him. And that won't be because of his name." Quinn says.
Santana smiles proudly and kisses her temple. "As always my wife is right. But I think we should veto the name, I'm not sure I like it anymore."
She looks at Santana in question. The brunette shrugs. "That's fine. So, now we're down to Carter, Mason and Brock."
"Please, no Brock." Kurt says shaking his head.
Quinn laughs. "Ok. Carter and Mason."
Jenny, who has been silent the whole time by the door, finally speaks up. "I like Mason. A friend of mine had that as one of her choices too, and we looked up the meaning of it. Stone worker. I'd say that's a strong name."
Russell grins. "I like it."
Quinn looks to Santana. "What do you think, babe?"
She shrugs. "Fine with me. Do you like it?"
Quinn nods. "Looks like our little man has a name."
Santana releases a sigh of relief. "Thank god that's over with."
"Now we need a middle name." Judy reminds them. Santana groans, leaning her head against Quinn's back.
"Can't you just use the other name?" Kurt asks. Santana looks up confused."Mason Carter. Would that be too weird?"
"Mason Carter Lopez-Fabray." Quinn says slowly, then looks over her shoulder to her wife.
"I think we have a name." Santana says smiling.
At 37 weeks, Quinn is in her third trimester. Her stomach has grown more, and her belly button sticks out. She's no longer constipated, but now gets bad heartburn, her feet, ankles, hands and face are now swollen, she has trouble sleeping, has to go to the bathroom a lot more now, and she even gets false contractions, getting ready for the real thing.
The married couple are laying in bed, during a lazy Saturday afternoon. Santana is laying next to Quinn, with her head next to her stomach. Ever since she looked up Mason's development on the internet, and learned he can hear them now, she always wants to talk to him in Spanish and English.
"Hola mi hermoso bebé." Quinn smiles down at Santana, running her fingers through her wife's dark locks."Mami loves you so much." She leans down and kisses Quinn's stomach."No puedo esperar para abrazarte y besarte la cara hermosa. Vas a entrar en este mundo con tanto amor te espera." She says against Quinn's stomach.
"I wish I knew what you're saying."
Santana picks her head up with a smile. "I just told him I can't wait to hold him, and that there's a lot of people waiting to love him."
Quinn smiles back. "That's sweet. I can't wait to hold him too, and see him. I'm curious who he'll look like."
Santana shrugs. "I don't know. We had that Hispanic guy give us his juice. Maybe he'll be a mix of us both. He could have dark hair like mine, with your eyes, my lips and nose. Or he could just have my skin complexion and my eyes, with your lips, nose and blonde hair." Quinn snorts."It could go either way."
Quinn traces Santana's face with her finger, smiling down at her. "I want him to have your lips, eyes and hair." Going over the brunette's lips, she kisses her finger, making Quinn giggle.
"I don't think I mind what he looks like, but I know he'll be beautiful. He has you as his mother."
Quinn blushes and leans down for a kiss "And he has you as his Mami. There's no doubt in my mind you'll be super protective of our little man."
Santana nods. "Damn straight. Snixx will be twice as bad if someone tries anything with my baby."
Quinn giggles, and creases Santana's cheek. "You're going to be an amazing Mami to our baby boy, and I can't wait to see it."
Santana smiles back, and turns her head to kiss pathetic palms of Quinn's hand, when the phone rings. Santana rolls her eyes. "I'll get it." She leans in for a kiss, then climbs off the bed to retrieve the phone from the kitchen, but shortly returns, retaking her spot on the bed. Quinn turns on the tv, but leaves the volume on low. "Hello?"
"San, you need to get here ASAP." Kurt says urgently.
"Why what's wrong?" Quinn looks over with concern.
"One of the ovens isn't turning on, and we need all of them to cook. The wedding is tomorrow, we don't have time for this."
Santana rubs the bridge of her nose with a long sigh. "Ok, try not to panic. I know what oven you're talking about this isn't the first time. Just use the emergency double oven for now, I'll be over in a minute with a repair guy." She hears Kurt breath out a sigh of relief before hanging up the phone.
"What's wrong?" Quinn asks as Santana gets out of bed.
The brunette turns to wife, apologetically. "I'm sorry, Mi Amor. Kurt and Mercedes need my help. One of the ovens is broken, we need it fixed for the wedding."
Quinn sighs, clearly upset. "But today is your day off, we always spend this day together." She whines.
Santana sits at the edge of the bed, and rubs her leg. "I know, I'm sorry. But we really need to get this done. I'll make it up to you though, I promise." She kisses Quinn's forehead before leaving a still upset Quinn behind.
Driving to Snixx Stix, Santana spends her time trying to call the same repair man she had fix the oven last time. When she finally gets him to answer his phone, he tells her it won't be for another twenty minutes that he can get there. She yells in frustration, and throws her phone on to the passenger seat, then pulls into the Snixx Stix parking lot, where she is met with an angry Mercedes.
"Girl, how many times does this oven have to break, for you to buy a new one?" She asks the brunette friend, as she gets out of her car.
"I know, I know. I really don't need this right now, though. Matt, the guy I usually have repair it, can't make it here on time, and now I have to go in my office, and look through the yellow pages." She says walking into the building.
Mercedes rolls her eyes, and follows behind her. "You better hope this doesn't take too long, we're already behind, and we're in some deep shit of we don't get this stuff made today." She complains.
Santana slams her hands onto her desk. "I know we're all stressed, but I came here instead of spending time with my pregnant wife, who's upset with me right now. So, believe me when I tell you I want this done just as quickly as you do, ok?!"
Mercedes sighs, guilty. "I'm sorry, San. I know Quinn is getting closer to her due date, and my stress is no excuse. Just please, try to find someone fast." She nods.
Mercedes flashes a weak smile, then returns to the kitchen. Santana takes out a phone book from her bottom draw, and starts flipping through the pages with her head in her hand. What feels like forever of searching, Santana almost gives up when someone knocks on her door.
"What?" She looks up and sees Jenny, and a man she never met before.
"Sorry to interrupt. I was on my way to Bob's repair shop, when I ran into Puck here. He said he could fix the oven in a few minutes."
Santana breaths a sigh of relief. "Oh thank god. I almost gave up looking in that stupid book." She smiles at Puck."Thanks for doing this. How much do you charge for this?"
He waves her off. "This one is in the house. I owe Jenny a favor." Santana looks at said women in surprise, and she just shrugs."Where's the kitchen?"
She shakes out of her thoughts. "Oh right, here let me show you." She walks out of the room and has Puck follow, but suddenly stops in the middle of the hall, and turns to Jenny."Can you do me a favor?"'she nods, smiling. "Can you call Quinn, and tell her I should be home soon?"
She reluctantly agrees, with an emotionless face. "S-Sure."
"Thanks."
Puck follows Santana into the kitchen, where Kurt and Mercedes are still trying to make due with the double oven. She shows him where the broken one is, and he quickly starts to work. Santana is torn now, because she wants to stay to make sure the job is done, but she also wants to go home to Quinn. Mercedes snorts, playfully rolling her eyes.
"Go home to your wife, I'll let you know when he's done."
She turns around uncertain. "Are you sure?"
She nods. "Positive. We can handle this, sweetie. Now go."
She flashes an appreciative smile, then hugs the women, and even Kurt before she leaves. On her way out though, she makes a stop at Jenny's little office next to hers. She pokes her head inside first, and Jenny waves her in.
"I'm leaving now, I just wanted to thank you, and remind you that since I'm not here, you don't have to be either."
She smiles. "You're welcome, and I know. Kurt and Mercedes need help with folding all the napkins, and since they're busy, I volunteered."
"Ok, well I'll be sure to pay you for overtime then."
Jenny shrugs. "You don't have to."
Santana shakes her head. "Yeah, I do."
She nods. "Ok, if you insist."
Santana snorts. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Yeap, make sure you get plenty of rest."
She nods. "You too."
Durning the drive home, Santana is worried if her wife will still be upset with her. Normally if the blonde wasn't pregnant, it wouldn't be such a problem, but the hormones make her very emotional. Instead of going home right away, to a potential crying wife, or a potential angry wife, Santana stops by at Edible Arrangements, and gets Quinn some chocolate covered strawberries, one of her favorite desserts.
She curses under her breath seeing the time, then quickly rushes back to the house. Walking inside, she holds her breath, and peaks down the hall into the living room. She's met with Quinn siting on the couch, watching The Notebook.
"Jesus Christ." She says under her breath. Quinn is surrounded with used tissues, and she cringes at the sight. She sniffles, and turns around hearing the front door close.
"S-San?"
"Yeah, baby. It's me." She calls out. Santana takes off her coat, and hangs it on the rack, then takes the box of chocolate covered strawberries in with her to the living room.
"I missed you. I took a shower and my feet hurt so bad, but I didn't have you here to rub them like you always do."
Santana sits next to her on the couch, and kisses her wife's temple. "I'm sorry, Mi Amor. Por Favor, forgive me?" She pleads.
Quinn flashes a weak smile, wiping the tears from under eyes. "Of course I will. I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time before you left. I was just being selfish and overly emotional."
Santana smiles and leans in for a kiss. "It's ok." She makes sure Quinn can't see the box, hiding it behind her back, deciding she wants to surprise her wife."I have a surprise for you. Wanna guess what it is?"
She takes a moment to think. "Is it fried pickles."
Santana makes a face. "Eh, no baby. I'll never buy you those again, I had to deal with pickle breath for a week."
She frowns. "But I love those."
Santana kisses it away. "I know, maybe I'll buy them for you again, as long as you promise to brush your teeth after you eat them."
Her smile reappears. "Cross my heart."
"Ok, but we're getting on the wrong subject here. Try and guess what I got you."
Quinn bites her lip, thinking, but quickly gives up. "I have no idea." Santana reveals the box from behind her back, and the blonde squeals."Chocolate covered strawberries! I love these."
Santana giggles as her pregnant wife eagerly opens the box. "I know you do. I passed by it coming home, and thought you would want some."
Quinn struggles to get it completely open, so Santana helps. And she practically shoves most of a large strawberry into her mouth, making the juice run down. Santana grins, then licks it all off, causing Quinn to laugh. She gently pushes Santana away, swallowing her bite full.
"Must you do that?" She asks laughing.
Santana nods. "It's a rule I have to lick food off my beautiful wife."
Quinn snorts. "Since when?"
She shrugs. "Since now."
Quinn shakes her head, then takes another bite out of the strawberry with a moan. "So good." She holds up the box to Santana."Have one, baby."
Santana takes one out the box, and takes a bite, humming with delight. "Mmm, you're right. This is so good." She says with a full mouth.
Quinn nods. "So, did you get the oven fixed?"
Santana swallows her bite. "Yeah. I couldn't get the regular guy to come, but Jenny ran into some guy Puck. He was fixing it when I left." Quinn starts giggling, confusing the brunette."What?"
"Of course your girlfriend will find anyway to make you happy."
Santana rolls her eyes. "As my wife, shouldn't you be freaking out about all this?"
Quinn shrugs. "I told you, I'll find it funny until she actually tries something. Which I doubt will happen."
Santana momentarily stops licking the juice of her own fingers. "How do you figure?"
"Well, part of it could be wishful thinking, but another part just doesn't get that vibe from her."
Santana raises her brow, suspicious. "That vibe? What the hell does that mean?" She asks with a laugh.
"You know when someone flirts with you, you can just sort of feel they're just a flirty person, but with someone else, you know they really want to sleep with you, or have an actual relationship?"
Santana thinks for minute. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Do you think she'll try something?" Quinn asks, suddenly insecure.
Santana sets the box on the coffee table and takes both of her wife's hands. "No. She hasn't really been flirting with me as much lately. Maybe she's just a flirty person, and is getting bored with it now."
"You think?"
Santana holds up Quinn's hands to her face, and kisses the backs to both. "I'm positive we have nothing to worry about. You're the only person I have ever loved, and the only person I'll continue to love. No one or nothing can ever change that, baby, ok?"
She nods with a blush. "I love you too. So, so much."
Santana crashes their lips together into a passionate kiss. When she pulls away, she kisses Quinn's forehead. "Are you sure you can't make it to the Finchel wedding tomorrow?"
She sighs, disappointed. "Positive. I can't be on my feet for long, and just about anything but fruit, meat, and yogurt gives me terrible heart burn. I won't be much fun to around. Mom will be here to keep me company though."
Santana huffs, defeated. "Ok. I'll miss you." She pouts.
Quinn smiles, and leans for another kiss. "I'll miss you too. Take pictures for me, and give the new couple my best."
"I will." Santana kisses her a few times more."And I'll try to bring home some desserts."
Quinn smiles. "I would love that."
Santana rolls her eyes. "Of course you would, Mi Amor." Quinn lightly slaps her.
The next day, Santana showers and changes into her dress for the wedding, says goodbye to both Quinn and Mason before she leaves. Mercedes and Kurt are already there, and she's on her way to pick up Jenny. Santana got a call that morning asking for a ride since her only vehicle is in the garage. She pulls up in front of the small house she was directed to, and honks her horn. Jenny shortly walks out, and climbs into the passenger seat.
"Quinn not coming?"
She shakes her head, pulling on to the street. "She has been feeling very uncomfortable, getting closer to her due date, and hasn't been getting much sleep. You don't mind being my date for the night, do ya?" She jokes.
Jenny bashfully smiles. "No."
"Since we were invited to the wedding and not just the reception, I'm having Ryder and Marley deliver the food."
Jenny nods. "Do you need me to help out?"
Santana thinks for a moment. "Yeah, I think this is the most food we ever cooked for a wedding, so I'm gonna need more hands setting up."
"Ok."
Since the wedding is outside in the park, Santana brought a pair of sunglasses. Originally she and Quinn were the bridesmaids, but since Quinn got pregnant, a few things had to be changed. Santana and Jenny take their seats in the back, with Santana insisting there's no way she would sit in the front.
"So, who do you think will be the first to cry?"
Jenny snorts, then looks around to the other guests. "I don't think I know many people here, so it's hard to say."
"Hm, I think it'll be Leroy."
Jenny tries to see who she's talking about. "Who is that again?"
Santana points to the front. "One of Rachel's dads."
Jenny looks surprised. "How did I not know she has two dads?"
Santana shrugs. "You haven't been working for me that long, and Rachel doesn't usually come up in conversation."
"Hm, does she know her birth mother?"
She nods, and points to the women next to them. "Her name is Shelby. She used to be some famous broadway star, and was really young when she got pregnant with Rachel. She didn't want to give up broadway, so she gave up her baby."
"That's a little selfish." Jenny says glaring at the women.
"Yeah, but she's always trying to make it up to her. It was weird at first for them, but they got past it. Now I think they're really close."
"Well, that's good." Santana nods in agreement, then chuckles, confusing Jenny. "What's so funny?"
She points to Finn, standing with his best man. "He looks like he's going to puke any minute."
Jenny shakes her head, giggling herself. "Awh, he's so nervous. I think it's sweet." Santana shrugs. Jenny looks over at the Latina, smiling."Were you the one waiting at the end of the isle?"
She smiles fondly at the thought. "No, we walked each other down. Russell insisted. He said we already had each other, the wedding was just to make it official, and I love that we got to do it. It was like walking to our future together."
Jenny looks at her in aw. "That's really sweet."
Santana looks away to the front, trying to hide her blush. "She's the love of my life, and soon Mason will be my number two." She says excited for the baby to be coming in just a few weeks.
Santana was right, Leroy was the first to cry, followed by his husband, and Shelby. Santana cried a little, and so did Jenny, despite not really knowing the couple. Mercedes, Kurt, Jenny and Santana met with Marley and Ryder to bring in the food. The wedding reception is also outside under a giant tent.
They all help set the food up on a long table, off to the side of the dance floor. The guests stay at their tables as they, and a few other employees wait on them. Rachel and Finn insisted their friends be waited themselves, but they declined, saying they need everyone's hands for all the food. But once they finished, they too were able to enjoy the food.
After the newlywed couple have their first dance, and Rachel's fathers' and mother have their turn with her, everyone else crowds on the dance floor. Santana is dancing with Mercedes and Kurt trying to remember how to do the cotton eyed Joe dance.
"What?! That's not how you do it!" Santana yells over the music to Kurt, who's really just making up his own moves.
He just shrugs. "I'm a city boy, Santana! I don't know what the hell I'm doing!"
Mercedes laughs. "We all know who picked this song!" She says pointing to a not so happy bride. The rest of the group laughs along, watching Rachel argue with Finn.
"Is she always like that?!" Jenny asks. They all nod.
"Pretty much!" Mercedes says.
"How can you deal with her?!" They shrug.
"We usually sick Snixx on to her!" Kurt says pointing to Santana.
Jenny looks confused. "Wait, Snixx is a real thing?!" They nod, and Santana moves closer to Jenny so she can explain better without having to yell.
"I have a pretty bad temper, and in high school, I would tell my teachers I couldn't be punished for my behavior, cause it's Snixx who gets angry, not me." She says into the other brunette's ear, making her shiver.
Jenny snorts. "That's absolutely ridiculous." Santana shrugs."And they believed you?"
"Hell no, but that didn't stop me from insisting it wasn't me doing anything, and then it just became a thing. I get angry, Snixx comes out." Jenny just shakes her head laughing.
The group dances together until a slow song comes on. It's then that Santana wishes her wife were here, and decides to give the blonde a call, since it's been awhile since they last spoken. She grabs her phone from her clutch, and exists the tent to find a quiet place to talk. It only takes a few rings before Quinn answers.
"Hi, baby. Are you having fun?"
She smiles. "Yeah. I miss you though. They're playing a slow song, and I wish I could dance with my gorgeous wife."
"I miss you too. I would love to dance with you, if my feet didn't hurt so much."
Santana frowns. "They hurt that bad?"
"Right now they do. Me and mom went to the store, and got carried away at baby gap. I'm soaking them in some warm water, and mom rubbed them for me. I'll be fine, don't worry, ok?"
She nods. "Ok, but if they're still sore later, I'm leaving."
Quinn giggles. "You're such a worry wort, but I love you so much."
Santana smiles, blushing. "I love you too." Hearing a noise from behind her, Santana turns around to see Jenny. "Hold on a minute, Mi Amor." She holds the phone to her chest. "What's up?"
Jenny points to the tent behind her. "Rachel is going to throw her bouquet now. She wants all the girls to be in there for it."
Santana rolls her eyes. "Of course she does." She puts the phone back to her ear."Baby, I have to go. Rachel is throwing her bouquet. I love you so so much, tell mijo I love him too." Jenny smiles at the exchange. Santana kisses into the phone before hanging up."Ok, let's get this over with." Jenny snorts walking with Santana back into the tent. Rachel is standing on the small stage where the do is set up, in front of the dance floor.
"Is everyone here?"
The girls yell back a yes. Santana chuckles seeing Kurt standing next to Mercedes, a few rows in front of them. Rachel turns around, so her back is to them, then throws her bouquet over her shoulder. The girls raise their hands to catch it, but no one in the front can reach it, and they all watch as Jenny catches it. Santana didn't even try, but claps when Jenny catches the flowers.
"This better happen soon, my friends have been on me about being the only one of us who isn't married."
Santana laughs. "Don't rush it. Wait for someone who is worth spending the rest of your life with."
She nods, and the group returns to their table. They watch as the men take the dance floor to catch Rachel's leg garner Finn will fling to them.
"I can't believe I didn't catch the bouquet." Kurt says.
Santana snorts. "Really, you have no idea why a girl caught it over you?"
He rolls his eyes. "A gay guy can dream, can't he?"
She playfully rolls her eyes. "Even if you were supposed to be out there, you can't catch to save your life, lady Hummel." Mercedes and Jenny laugh.
Kurt gasps. "I may not be able to catch a baseball, or a football, but a bouquet of flowers, a symbol of marriage, is something I could catch."
Santana glances over at the men, still waiting for Finn, and smirks. "Ok, prove it. Rachel's leg garner is a symbol of marriage too. Try to catch it."
He huffs. "That's stupid."
She raises her brows. "Why, because you know I'm right?"
He nervously glances to the dance floor. "Fine, I'll do it." He stands up to join the other men, when Jenny speaks up.
"I think we should make this more interesting. To add more pressure, I think Santana should try to catch it too."
Mercedes squints her eyes. "But she's a girl, she can't go up there."
Jenny shrugs. "Kurt is a boy, but tried catching the bouquet, it's only fair."
Mercedes turns to Santana. "Do you even want to do it?"
She thinks for a minute. "I don't need to, but if it's for a bet I will." Santana drags Kurt on the dance floor, again in the back.
"Everyone ready?"
Finn asks, they respond with a loud yes. Finn takes the garner on to his thumb, and flings it out to the dance floor. The men jump to reach it, Santana backs up a little, and glances over at Kurt, who got pushed away by another guest.
She smirks seeing the garner go in her direction, and reaches up in time to catch it. She bows, and the men feel embarrassed. She walks over to the table, holding the fabric above her head.
Mercedes can't stop laughing. "That was great." She says wiping her eyes."Where were you, Kurt?"
He sits at his seat, pouting, and rubbing his arm. "Someone pushed me, that was unfair."
Santana shrugs. "Don't be a sore loser, Hummel." He rolls his eyes.
At the end of the night, Santana drops Jenny off at her house, before going home herself. Marley and Ryder took care of putting everything back in the van, so everyone else could enjoy themselves. Santana was thankful and also mentally noted to give them a raise.
She quietly goes inside the apartment, softly closing the door behind her and slips off her heels. Most of the lights are off, and since it's late, she knows Quinn is already asleep.
The lights are also off in the master bedroom when she slips inside. She carefully makes her way to the bed, and turns on the lamp on the night stand. She smiles seeing Quinn sleep, with one of her hands on her belly.
Santana leans down and kisses her forehead, but the blonde doesn't budge, and continues to sleep. She changes into her pajamas, then brushes her teeth before slipping into bed, and cuddles by her wife. She puts her hand on top of Quinn's and kisses her stomach.
"Goodnight, mijo. Mami loves you very much." She whispers before turning off the light, and going to sleep herself.
Authors Note
Like I said the drama is coming, get ready.