Chapter Nine: 11 Weeks
"So it doesn't matter that Rachel is Jewish, or that Finn is..." Mr Shue told the Glee kids.
"Unable to tell my rights from my lefts." Finn supplied, earning a chuckle.
"Sure, or that Santana is Latina, or that Quinn is..." Mr Shue's sentence was cut off by Sue speaking over top of him.
"Is pregnant."
The room fell silent, Quinn's mouth dropped open at her coach's words, she was the last person Quinn wanted to know about her pregnancy.
"Sorry Q, it'll be all over the blogosphere by this afternoon. Now everybody knows. Including me." Sue got up and left the room, but Quinn was still unable to speak, she could feel herself starting to hyperventilate even as Puck slipped his hand into her own, tangling their fingers together tightly.
Finn quickly stood up from his seat, worry etched over his face as he let Santana occupy it to help Puck calm Quinn down.
"Breathe, Kitten," Santana pleaded, feeling helpless as Quinn's eyes stayed trained to the floor, her breaths starting to get faster and faster.
Santana took hold of Quinn's free hand, bringing it up to rest on her own chest, over her heart as she took slow, deep breaths.
"Come on kitten, feel my breathing okay? Can you breathe with me?" Santana's voice was calm, although she was freaking out on the inside.
Santana and Puck locked eyes over Quinn's head, and Puck could see Santana was close to tears.
Quinn finally started to match her breathing to Santana's, tears falling freely from her eyes as she calmed down and was able to focus properly.
"Everyone is going to know," Quinn sobbed, her face in her hands. "I'm not ready for everyone to know."
"Shhh," Santana whispered. "It'll be okay, I promise, Kitten." She was desperate not to let Quinn get too upset in case it affected her breathing again.
By this time Mr Shue had cleared the rest of the Glee Club from the room, leaving just himself and the three teenagers.
"Quinn?" Mr Shue questioned quietly, waiting until the blonde looked up at him through red eyes. "Do you want to go home for the rest of the day?"
Quinn looked over to Santana, unable to decide if it was a worse idea to run away than to face up.
"It's your choice, Q," Santana spoke. "If you want to stay, we're here with you, if you want to go home, we'll come too."
"I think I need to stay," Quinn finally spoke, her voice weary. "Tomorrow will only be worse if I go home now."
"My office is always open for you okay?" Mr Shue reminded the young girl. "That goes for the three of you. I know this isn't easy what you're all going through, but I'm so proud that each of you has stepped up and taken what life has thrown at you, that takes strength and courage."
"Thanks Mr Shue," Puck shot a smile at his teacher. "We really appreciate everything."
"I'll leave you guys to it, there's about fifteen minutes until the next class, you can just stay in here if you want."
Once Mr Shue had left the room, Puck scooped Quinn into his arms, feeling her bury her head into the crook of his neck, her hand coming up to rest on his chest.
"It'll be okay," Puck whispered, his hand rubbing Quinn's back.
"I'm going to tell Sue I'm pregnant too," Santana announced, making Quinn sit up straight in Puck's lap.
"No, she'll kick us both off the team," Quinn cried. "You love the Cheerios."
"But I love you more. If telling Sue means that I get half the whispers and stares to be about me, then I don't care," Santana promised. "It's got to come out at some point anyway."
Quinn opened her mouth to argue, but Santana shook her head.
"You're not going to change my mind, Q," Santana told her girlfriend. "I'll see you in history."
Santana shot the pair a small smile as she left the room, wanting to tell Sue as soon as possible. In the hallway she ran into Rachel who was yelling at Jacob, whom it seemed had told Sue about the pregnancy.
"You should update your story, Jacob," Santana announced as she stalked over to the boy. "The truth is, Quinn isn't the only one pregnant, I am too."
With that Santana spun on her heels and off down the hallway she went, wondering what Sue's reaction was going to be when she found out that not just one but two of her Cheerios were pregnant.
To Santana's surprise, Sue didn't say anything for a long time, and when she did, it was just to dismiss Santana from her office. There was no mention of leaving the Cheerios or any thinly veiled insults, just a blank look and a "You can go to class now, Santana."
True to Sue's word, by the time lunch rolled around it seemed most of the school knew of Quinn and now Santana's pregnancies. As the girls walked together from history class to the cafeteria everyone stopped to look at them, whispering behind their hands, their eyes wide with the scandal.
"Idiots," Santana muttered. "All of them are idiots."
Quinn had to admit that having her best friend next to her made the stares and whispers a lot easier to handle, especially when instead of the anger Quinn would have expected from her girlfriend, she was met with soft smiles and muttered insults about those watching them.
"I'm surprised Snix hasn't come out to play," Quinn spoke, mentioning Santana's alter-ego Snix, whom the Latina blamed her rage on.
"Snix will come out if anyone dares to give you grief about this," Santana promised. "For now I just can't believe we go to school with a bunch of idiots!"
Santana's voice was louder with the second sentence, and those around them quickly diverted their attention, making the brunette smile at Quinn. "They're too easy."
The rest of the week passed in much the same way, everywhere either Santana or Quinn went, there were stares and whispers, and Puck had landed himself in detention when two of the hockey players holed him up and started insulting his girlfriends. Unable to stop himself upon hearing the words they were calling Santana and Quinn, Puck started throwing punches, landing several good hits to each of the boys before a teacher interrupted the fight.
Santana and Quinn had quickly noticed that the Glee club was rallying around them, during and between classes, and in the cafeteria, the girls always found themselves with at least one of their fellow Glee kids for company. It was touching to both the girls since they had never been particularly nice to the others before joining Glee, but here they were, having their backs at such a hard time.
The day after the news got out, Rachel requested Mr Shue let them sing and choreograph a dance to "Keep Holding On" telling Puck, Santana and Quinn that the song was for them, that no matter what, the Glee club would be there for them. On Friday they performed the song in the auditorium and both Quinn and Santana were close to tears for much of the song, so moved by the gesture along with the unrelenting support from the others all week.
Surprising to both Santana and Quinn was the fact that Sue hadn't kicked either of them off the Cheerios yet, when they arrived at practice though after the performance in the auditorium, it was like they weren't even there. Sue didn't talk to them or acknowledge them, and so twenty minutes into the practice they left, sitting in the bleachers to wait for Puck's football practice to end.
"Are you excited for your ultrasound tomorrow?" Santana asked Quinn, resting her hand on her still flat stomach.
"I am," Quinn admitted. "It will be a relief to see the heartbeat again."
"Will it ever," Santana agreed. "I wonder if they will look more like babies now than just a bunch of weirdly formed blobs."
Quinn giggled at her girlfriend's description, it was hard to remember they were carrying around real human beings inside of them this early in the pregnancies, though their minds were never far from remembering about the pregnancies themselves.
"You're coming in with me and Puck, right?" Quinn asked nervously, and upon seeing the vulnerability written all over the blonde's face, Santana scooted over, taking Quinn's hand in her own and locking their fingers tightly together.
"I wouldn't miss it for the world," Santana promised. "I'll be right there through every second of this with you, Q."
Quinn nodded her understanding, hearing the emotion and sincerity pouring through Santana's words, her expression so full of love and honestly it made Quinn tear up.
"Hey don't cry," Santana pleaded. "Come on pretty girl, you'll make me get all teary too if you start."
Quinn tried to blink back her tears, failing to do so with Santana's words and so instead she buried her face into Santana's neck, inhaling the familiar and comforting smell of the Latina girl as she tried to get her emotions in order.
"Sorry," Quinn sniffed a few minutes later. "This whole thing just kind of overwhelms me sometimes."
"How so?" Santana asked curiously, wrapping one arm around Quinn's waist, her fingers slipping under Quinn's Cheerios top to scratch lightly at the blonde's hip.
"You know my parents, I've never really felt loved or accepted before, but sometimes you look at me with your eyes so full of love and I just can't believe this is all really happening," Quinn explained. "Everything both you and Puck do just reinforces that you both truly love me, and it can just be overwhelmingly amazing sometimes."
"Well I am pretty amazing, you know," Santana teased, her fingers scratching up higher on Quinn's side. "But it's true, I'm crazy for you, Q, and I never thought I'd get a chance to admit it to you. When those tests came up positive for me, I thought that was it, my life would be full of gloom and regrets, but it's been nothing like that, it's given us all the courage to explore something we never would have, without this connection that we have with each other, our babies."
"I know you just got more heartfelt than I have ever seen you get," Quinn said softly. "But all I can think right now is how much I want to kiss you."
"Quinn Fabray, you will be death of me," Santana groaned, her nails digging into the soft skin of Quinn's hip as Quinn giggled and then yelped at the light pain, which quickly turned into a choked back moan.
"Hurry the fuck up, Puckerman," Santana muttered, looking out onto the field to see that at least the football players had gone to the locker room, so their boyfriend wouldn't be too far away, with some luck.
Deciding that any amount of time would be too long to keep her hands off Quinn, Santana slipped her fingers down about an inch into the waistband of Quinn's skirt, feeling the blonde's breath catch in her throat at the touch.
Santana's fingers moved around Quinn's back, slipping out from under the skirt and back under Quinn's top, skimming up and down her spine and making Quinn shiver.
"I'm going to make you feel so good when we get home, baby," Santana promised, her voice husky in Quinn's ear.
"These fingers," Santana's other hand came down to Quinn's knees, pushing down in between them and pushing them apart slightly, enough for Santana to make her way up Quinn's inner thigh. Quinn let-out a breathy moan and Santana withdrew her hand, watching as Quinn's legs snapped back together to try and get some friction where she needed it most. "They're going to feel so good inside you, aren't they?"
Quinn nodded frantically as she looked up at Santana, her dark green eyes filled with hunger. Santana knew she had Quinn on the edge already, but she hadn't finished having fun with her girlfriend yet, she knew that dirty talk was one of Quinn's biggest turn ons and she planned to use this to her advantage to work her girlfriend up.
"How many would you want inside you?" Santana pondered, bringing one finger up to brush lightly over Quinn's jaw. "One?"
Quinn shook her head. She needed Santana much more than that right now, she felt like she would explode if Santana went slow with her once they got home.
"No? What about two? Would that feel good, Kitten?" Santana's voice was raspy now with her own need. "Soft and slow or hard and fast? I bet either way I will have you screaming my name within minutes."
"Santana," Quinn moaned, shifting against the uncomfortable seat. "Fuck."
"Listen to your mouth already, Kitten," Santana teased. "Though I know you can scream my name much louder than that."
Just as Quinn was trying to formulate an answer in her hormone-fogged head, Puck appeared, taking in the darkness of his girlfriends' eyes and their body language, knowing both girls were extremely turned on.
"Cheerios practice that good?" Puck teased and Santana answered without taking her eyes off Quinn.
"Sue was being a bitch so we came up here to wait for you, I was just asking Q here how she wanted me to fuck her when we got home."
With that Quinn stood, grabbing hold of Santana's hand and tugging her down to the field, practically dragging her across the school to the car park. Puck struggled to keep up, but finally they made it to his truck and climbed in.
The whole drive home Quinn kept a tight hold on Santana's hand, ready to drag her out of the truck the instant they were in the driveway. Puck couldn't wait until they got upstairs, he knew he was in for a great show based on how turned on his girlfriends both were from whatever foreplay they had been engaging in while waiting for him to finish practice.
"Fuck!" Puck hit the steering wheel as he parked in the Lopez's driveway. "I need to go and pick my Mom and sister up, your Mom invited them for dinner tonight and my Mom's car is in the shop."
"Have fun," Santana teased Puck as she jumped out of the truck. "I know we will."
Quinn turned to Puck, crashing their lips together in a zealous kiss, her tongue pushing past his lips to tangle with his own in a frantic dance.
"We'll save round two for you," Quinn promised as she broke the kiss, going to slide out of the truck before she looked over at Santana who's eyes were almost black. "Or maybe round three."
Puck watched the two girls disappear into the house, their hands clasped together tightly and he felt the hardness in his pants growing even tighter as he thought about what they would be doing to each other in just a few minutes. Groaning, Puck leant his forehead on the steering wheel as he tried to focus his brain elsewhere so that he could drive.
As soon as Santana and Quinn were through the door, Santana's hands went to Quinn's ass, pulling their bodies together as she attacked Quinn's neck with slow, wet kisses.
"Girls? Is that you?" Maribel's voice sounded through the house and Santana dropped her head to rest on Quinn's shoulder, her breathing heavy.
"It's us," Quinn called back in a slightly shaky voice. "Puck has gone home to get his Mom and Hannah."
Quinn stepped back slightly and Santana pouted before letting go of her girlfriend, following the blonde through to where both her parents sat, both of them reading a book.
"How was practice?" Maribel asked and Santana scoffed, taking Quinn's hand in her own again.
"Coach wouldn't even acknowledge us or talk to us," Santana told her parents. "So we just left after like 20 minutes."
"I don't understand why you don't just quit," Carlos asked the two girls, shaking his head lightly.
"Because then Coach wins," Santana explained. "She doesn't want to kick either of us off the team, we're the best she has, she wants us to quit and then it goes back on us, not on her."
Carlos nodded, he still thought the girls should quit and be rid of their horrible Coach, but Santana had good reasoning, and he knew how stubborn his daughter could be.
"We're just going to go upstairs and change for dinner, lay down a bit, this week has been exhausting," Santana told her parents, watching them nod before she led Quinn out of the room and wordlessly upstairs to their bedroom.
Once they were in the bedroom Santana closed the door and then pushed Quinn up against the hard surface, her lips hovering over the blonde's teasingly.
"Don't tease," Quinn begged and Santana's eyes darkened. In a few seconds Santana had Quinn's underwear pooled on the floor, leaving the blonder naked under her cheerleading skirt.
Quinn gasped as Santana ran her fingers through Quinn's wetness before plunging two fingers inside of her, setting a fast pace instantly.
"Is this better, Kitten?"
"Yes, yes, oh god, San," Quinn's moans were low and Santana felt the heat pool in her stomach at the sounds her girlfriend was making.
Santana moved so that she was able to use her leg to work her fingers into Quinn deeper as she quickened the pace, making sure her palm pressed against Quinn's clit with every stroke, bringing Quinn to the edge within minutes.
"Oh, fuck," Quinn panted, her hips frantically meeting Santana's every stroke as she worked her way to up to her peak. "San, god, please!"
"Come on, baby" Santana urged. "I want to hear your pretty lips screaming my name."
With those words Quinn came undone, her body arching away from the door as her muscles contracted around Santana's fingers until she couldn't move them inside Quinn anymore and her voice was hoarse as she cried out Santana's name, making the brunette smirk.
As Quinn's body collapsed back against the door, Santana removed her fingers slowly, making Quinn whine at the loss of contact, but Santana wasn't done with her girlfriend yet. Before Quinn could regain the ability to think, Santana took her hand and gently tugged her over to the bed, pushing the blonde lightly making her fall backwards onto the bed, right where Santana wanted her.
Santana knelt down on the floor at the end of the bed, scooping her arms under Quinn's thighs and pulling her down to the very edge of the bed.
"It's my turn," Quinn protested, sitting up on the bed, but as Santana ducked her head and took a long, slow lick right up Quinn's core, the blonde fell back to the bed, her body still sensitive from her last orgasm. "Oh fuck, San!"
Santana's long, slow movements enabled Quinn to prop herself back up on her elbows after a few minutes, and as Santana looked up at her girlfriend, she moaned against Quinn.
This had been Santana's fantasy for as long as she could remember, her mouth on Quinn, while the blonde was in her cheerleading outfit. Santana had thought about this countless times over the past few years, often distracting herself at practices, games and during the school day as she imagined how Quinn would look, how she would sound, how she would taste, and Santana was pleased to find the experience was far better than any fantasy she had ever conjured up.
Quinn struggled to stay up on her elbows as Santana started to focus her attentions on Quinn's clit, alternating between soft licking and eager sucking making Quinn's hips buck up harder, always wanting more of what Santana was offering.
"So close," Quinn panted, her hands fisting in the blankets under her as Santana added two fingers to the mix, expertly curling them on every in stroke as she took Quinn's clit into her mouth, working the sensitive bud with her lips and tongue until Quinn's entire body stiffened, her mouth opening but not a single sound coming out as her hips stayed suspended in the air for several seconds. As Quinn's body collapsed back to the bed, her entire body began to tremble, her loud breathing filling the room as she fought to catch her breath.
Santana slowed her fingers down, flattening her tongue against Quinn's clit and licking slowly, letting the blonde ride out the last tremors of her orgasm until Quinn was completely spent.
Quinn watched as Santana stood up, stretching lightly before climbing onto the bed to straddle Quinn's waist, bending forward to place a soft kiss upon Quinn's lips. As Santana went to pull away Quinn wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's neck, pulling their mouths back together in a kiss that quickly became heated.
"I love kissing you after you've done that," Quinn admitted bashfully as they broke for air.
"You're so sexy," Santana replied, her voice soft. "Even if you do blush every time you say something dirty."
"Not all of us can be Santana Lopez," Quinn teased and Santana smirked down at her.
"You love me."
"I do," Quinn said softly. "I love you so much."
Santana reconnected their lips in a slow kiss before she pulled back and moved off Quinn to move up the bed, laying down against the pillows and waiting for Quinn to join her, but Quinn didn't cuddle into Santana's side like the brunette expected. Instead Quinn pushed Santana's thighs apart, settling down in the space between them.
"Q, you don't have to do anything," Santana reminded her girlfriend, and Quinn shook her head.
"I know I don't ever have to do anything," Quinn replied, placing a soft kiss on the side of Santana's knee, enjoying the way it made the Latina girl shiver. "But I always want to do this."
Quinn placed another kiss on Santana's leg, only a tiny space away from the first kiss, and she followed this pattern up Santana's entire leg, noticing the brunette's breath hitch when Quinn reached the very top. Santana let out her shaky breath in an annoyed huff as Quinn instead moved her lips to give her other leg the same treatment, making Santana's muscles twitch and quiver under the light touches.
"Quinn," Santana begged when Quinn reached the top again. "Please!"
Determined to give her girlfriend as much pleasure as she had just received, Quinn sat up, beckoning for Santana to do the same, and when the brunette complied, Quinn made quick work of removing the other girl's top and bra, tossing them to the floor as she helped Santana to lie back down again, her hand cupping one of Santana's breasts as she again used her lips to kiss every inch of skin on first one breast, and then the other, except for the spot that Santana wanted her to touch most.
Unable to resist anymore, Quinn sucked one of Santana's hardened nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it as Santana let out a long moan, her hands coming down to try and tug Quinn's top off.
Ignoring that, Quinn switched her attention to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, but this time when she released it with a soft pop, she used her teeth to graze the sensitive nub, making Santana curse loudly.
"Fuck, oh shit, Quinn! Fuck!"
Quinn pulled back, Santana's words making her want to move this along so she could hear more of the delicious moans and curses coming from her girlfriend. Quinn sat up, pulling her cheerleading top over her head and throwing it to the side, quickly followed by her bra and skirt, as well as Santana's skirt and underwear, leaving both girls naked.
Quinn settled back between Santana's thighs, noticing the glistening skin.
"I'm so wet, baby," Santana told Quinn unnecessarily.
"All for me?" Quinn asked, swiping a finger through Santana's folds and bringing it to her mouth and sucking the digit clean.
"All for you," Santana promised, her hips arching up desperate for Quinn's touch, which she didn't have to wait long for.
Santana was always amazed when Quinn went down on her, it didn't ever seem to Santana that this would be something Quinn would enjoy, but the blonde had confessed how much she loved it, and Santana could completely agree that her girlfriend had a talented tongue.
Santana had closed her eyes the second Quinn's mouth had hungrily landed on her, working her over quickly, never staying in the same spot for more than a few seconds before she focused her attentions with another part of Santana's core. But as Quinn started to slowly circle Santana's clit with her tongue, Santana opened her eyes, feeling herself be swept away as she was met with only the sight of sparkling dark green eyes belonging to Quinn, peering up at her full of love and lust.
As Santana cried out Quinn's name, fumbling blindly for Quinn's hand to grasp, waves of pleasure swept over her, filling her every sense, but all she could see was Quinn's eyes, drinking in every single one of Santana's movements as she thrashed about and finally collapsed in a quivering heap.
Quinn slowly pulled back, reluctant to stop her ministrations, but wanting to kiss Santana so badly it almost was painful.
But as Quinn lowered her body onto Santana's to attach their lips, their cores pressed together, and Santana cried out, still sensitive from her orgasm only seconds earlier.
"More?" Quinn asked her girlfriend, brushing their bodies together again, making Santana moan loudly.
"More," Santana begged, but she wrapped her legs around Quinn's, flipping their bodies so that she was on top. "I want more of you."
Quinn's eyes rolled back as Santana started to move against her, their wetness allowing their bodies to slip together pleasurably as Santana's pace quickened.
"You feel so good," Santana panted in Quinn's ear, rocking their hips together, the pace becoming frenzied as Quinn's hips rose up to meet every movement of Santana's.
"Faster," Quinn begged. "Oh god!"
Santana didn't know if she could go faster, but she also knew she would do anything Quinn asked of her in that moment of time. The room filled with the sounds of panting, groans and soft grunts as the two girls rocked together, their bodies covered in a layer of glistening sweat as they worked to their peaks. Quinn's arms were tight around Santana's waist, pulling the brunette as close to her as physically possible.
"Quinn, baby, oh fuck," Santana groaned as she felt the familiar coiling in her stomach, hoping Quinn was as close as she was. "Are you gonna come for me, Kitten?"
"Don't stop," Quinn begged. "Baby, I'm so close, right there, ohh!"
Quinn felt her orgasm hit her at the exact second that Santana's body stilled on top of her for a split second, their movements becoming more and more disjointed as they rode out their orgasms together in a mixture of curses and moans until they crumpled to the bed together, unable to move their limbs.
Santana moved her head a few inches to place a soft kiss on Quinn's temple, hoping she wasn't squashing the blonde because she was really incapable of moving even an inch at that second.
"I love you," Quinn mumbled from under Santana, her arms squeezing Santana's waist in a feeble effort.
"Love you too," Santana whispered back.
It was a long few minutes before the two girls could move and finally they stood from the bed, stretching their weary bodies before softly smiling at each other.
"I need a shower," Quinn told Santana. "Gonna join me?"
Santana nodded, but then turned to look around the room where piles of their discarded clothing lay. "Go turn the shower on while I collect our clothes, okay?"
Quinn nodded, stepping forward to kiss Santana softly on the lips before she headed to the bathroom, eager to feel the hot water raining down on her aching muscles.
Santana quickly collected their clothing, dumping them in the hamper before joining Quinn in the bathroom.
And even though their muscles burned and their bodies begged for a rest, neither of them could wait until after dinner when Puck would join them for round three.