Pezberry Week Day 5: Time Travel

Shy!Santana and Cheerio!Rachel

Princess Talli and Princess Veronica are princesses of my own creation.

Senior Year

Santana squinted at the sunlight streaming through the open blinds. She could feel the headache coming on, but ignored it. She knew she wasn't in her own room, since the walls were green instead of black. Turning her head to the right, she almost screamed at what she saw.

Rachel Berry, Head Cheerio, was lying beside her. Santana opened her eyes all the way to see that the booth of them were underneath Rachel's comforter. The latina didn't sleep under blankets, so she knew they were both naked, plus she could see various pieces of last night's clothing strewn around the otherwise neat room.

She attempted to back away from the singer, forgetting that she was at the edge of the bed. She felt to the floor with a thud, startling Rachel.

"What the… Santana?" Santana looked up to see Rachel leaning over the bed.

"I..I have to go," Santana stammered as she scrambled to pick up her clothes. Rachel reached at to stop the Latina, only to have her cower away.

"Wait, Santana! Can we talk about what happened?" the brunette asked, holding her sheet up over her chest and watching the other girl put on her boxers and skinny jeans. "Please Santana. Don't go. We need to talk."

Santana ignored the smaller girl's pleas and grabbed the hoodie she was wearing the night before and ran out of the Berry house.

The last thing Rachel heard Santana say was, "Please don't tell."

I slept with Rachel Berry. Was I that drunk? But I only had one beer. Oh god, I hope no one drugged me. I can't go to school. What if she tells someone? This is a disaster.

"She just threw on her clothes and ran. I begged her to talk to me, but she did stop. She mumbled 'please don't tell' before she left."

"Rachel, do you know what just happened?" Rachel gave Quinn a confused look. "Santana is the shyest girl at McKinley and she went to a party she was barely invited to. You were completely wasted and all over her all night. And even a drunk Rachel Berry has to defy social norms."

"What does that mean?"

"Instead of confessing your undying love for Santana like most people, you slept with her. And now she is going to be scared out of her mind, because she is terrified of people noticing her, so she's gonna be even more scared that you might say something to someone less than trustworthy."

"About her liking girls?"

Quinn shook her head, "No, you know what I'm talking about."

"Have you seen Santana?" Rachel asked the Latina's best friend Mike.

"No, not since she moved."

"What?!"

"She moved in with her dad. He lives on the East Coast."

"Can you tell how I can get in touch with her?"

"No, I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone under any circumstances. I'm sorry, but I have to go."

Rachel's head dropped as Mike walked away and the rest of the hall emptied.

"Rach, sweetie, it'll be okay," Quinn cooed as she ran her fingers through Rachel's unruly hair. Rachel had her head in Quinn's lap sobbing, as the two sat on the brunette's bed.

"It… won't… b-be o-o-okay!" the singer said cheerleader said through her sobs.

"Please tell me what's wrong. I can't help you if you don't tell me."

"Santana's gone…"

"I know she left like four months ago."

"She's gone and I'm… I… I'm pregnant," Rachel's quiet voice trailed off, so Quinn almost didn't catch what she said. Almost.

"You're pregnant?"

Rachel nodded.

"Okay, we can handle this, sweetie. We got this."

5 Years Later

"I go look at da Prince Momma."

"Okay, don't go anywhere else," the little boy nodded at this mother.

Rachel turned to look at the Princess Talli and Princess Veronica toys on the nearby shelves. As she moved away from the brunette and raven haired princesses to find her son, when she bumped into someone.

"I am so sorry," Rachel said picking up the toys.

"No, no, it's my fault. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," the Latina's sentence trailed as the tiny brunette, who had not actually looked at her, handed her the toys she dropped.

When Rachel finally looked, she saw a face she never she would see in person again, "Santana? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing. I expected you to be in New York, rehearsing for your next show, not looking at princesses in a Disney Store in Chicago."

"My, uh, my plans changed," Rachel looked around nervously. She wasn't sure whether she wanted her son to show up or not.

Santana noticed the brunette's nervous demeanor and figured she was the cause, "Ok, um, I guess you were busy, so I'm just gonna leave. I hope I see you again Rachel."

Just as Santana turned to walk, two little bodies came barreling toward the women. One crashing into each of them.

"Hey, Little One!" Santana picked up the raven-haired girl. "What have I told you about running?" The little girl laid her head on the Latina's shoulder. Santana grinned then looked at Rachel, the little boy clung to his mother's legs and smiled up at the Latina. "Who is this munchkin?"

"This is Zander, my son," Rachel hoped the other woman understood.

"How old is he?"

"He just turned four."

Santana nodded. Oh god. "Well this is Lily," gesturing to the Little girl who now stood talking quietly to Zander.

"Is she your daughter?" Please say no. Please say you're single.

"No, she's Mike's daughter. He and his wife adopted her last year. She is my goddaughter though. Lily can you say hi to Miss Rachel?"

The little girl waved and dragged Zander over to the newest princesses, behind his mother.

"Do you want to go get coffee or something to eat? We could catch up," Rachel suggested.

"Or we could actually get to know one another. Just let me pay for this stuff." Santana took her own purchases and the toys Zander had given to Rachel and made her way to the register.

As the children played, Santana an Rachel sat at nearby by table with their coffees.

"Who's his father?"

Rachel glanced at Santana, "You know he's your son, Santana"

"I was just asking. Maybe you had sex with someone else before or after that night," the Latina responded with a shrug.

"No, just you. You left me alone. I know you didn't k now I was pregnant, but I never expected for you to just run away like you did."

"I was afraid you would tell someone about me."

"I thought you knew me better than that."

"I didn't really know you at all Rachel. We were in two different social circles. The only reason I was even there that night, was because Quinn invited me and Mike.

"I wish this would have happened differently."

"I wish I would've been there for you and Zander," Rachel looked up at the Latina's words. "I don't like that I've missed four years of his life. I don't like that he has gone his whole life without both of his parents."

"I understand. I just wish we could fix that."

Santana's eyes lit up at that statement, "Maybe we can."

"Remember, don't talk to anyone, but yourself."

The two women closed their eyes due to the blinding light surrounding them. When they opened them, they were standing in the basement of the Berry house.

"This is the party." Santana nodded. "Do you want to go upstairs and stop us from sleeping together?" Rachel was nervous; even though she was a single mother, she loved her son and didn't know how her life would end up without him.

Santana could see the emotions in Rachel's eyes, "No, let's wait."

As Santana lay face down on her bed, she could feel someone poking her. They continued to poke, even after her muffled command to stop.

"What heck are you… Aah!"

"I'm glad mom is at work."

"What is going on right now?"

"I'm you from the future."

"Um, cool? Why are you here?" the younger Latina asked sitting up in her bed.

"Last night you slept with Rachel Berry."

"Yeah… Please don't tell me she tells someone about my…"

"No, she doesn't. but you do get her pregnant."

"What?"

"I know you want to leave McKinley, you can still do that, but you need to be there for Rachel and your baby."

"How did you find out about her and the baby?"

"In five years, you run into each other in Chicago. She's there with your son and you are there with Mike's daughter Lily."

"Oh."

"It doesn't matter if you leave McKinley, but you cannot miss almost five years of your child's life like I did. But right now Rachel doesn't know she's pregnant, so you have some time to get used to the idea."

"I'm… I'm not ready for this."

"I know, but I don't know if Rachel is either. She told me Quinn was there for her, but I think it would be better if you were there too." The younger Santana nodded as the future Santana exited the room.

"Hey, don't tell anyone about this."

"You ready to go back?" Rachel asked as Santana walked up the steps of her old house.

"Yeah, Mikey said to go back to the exact spot we were standing in and call his cell phone, so let's head to the basement."

Once they were I the basement, Santana took her cell out of her pocket, "Let's hope this worked."

The blinding light covered the basement. When it was gone, so were the two women.

"Mommy!" Zander ran to his Latina mother as she picked him up off the ground. "Yay! Mommy, where Lily?" He asked looking around for his best little friend. His Tio Mikey was his best big friend.

"She is looking at the princesses with Momma. Why don't we go get them, so we can pay for your toys and get something to eat?" The little boy nodded and laid his head on his mommy's shoulder as she carried him over to her girlfriend and goddaughter. "Hello, my little women!"

Rachel shot a playful glare to her girlfriend as they approached. "We are almost ready," Rachel stated as Santana placed Zander back on the ground. The two women looked at the kids talking and laughing about the Disney toys.

"I'm glad we did this."

"As am I. I love you."

"Te amo, Rachel."