QUINN
It's Valentine's Day weekend. San and I have the house to ourselves for four days since Mr. and Mrs. L decided to take a little getaway vacation. They haven't both been off for Valentine's in years, and they were adorably cute with their excitement as they got ready to go.
Now Santana and I are sitting in a warm bath. I'm leaning back against her with my head on her shoulder. She's slowly running her hands up and down my arms. It feels amazing.
"Are you too tired out for another round?" Santana murmurs softly into my ear.
I smile and turn my head to kiss her jaw.
"Never," I whisper back.
Santana tilts her head to gently kiss me as her hands move down to slide along my thighs. She moves them lazily, her fingertips gliding along my wet skin.
I'm pressing myself back against her harder, my hips involuntarily rising whenever her hands pass closer to my upper thigh.
Santana lets out a breathy laugh at my eagerness.
"I'm afraid DJ has gotten too big to do this right from this angle," she says quietly. "Hang on one second."
I lean forward as San carefully lifts herself and moves around me to kneel in front of me. I pull myself back against the tub and watch Santana come closer.
She straddles my straightened left leg and carefully lifts my right onto the edge of the tub.
I keep my eyes on her face as she positions us; her calm concentration is soothing.
Deep brown eyes meet my own and she leans forward to kiss me slowly, her hands braced on either side of the tub. I lean up into her and focus all of my attention on the sexy wetness of her tongue against mine. Her unhurried movements only serve to increase my wanting and I try to hijack the pace of the kiss.
Santana pulls back with a smile and a quick shake of her head, giving me a warning look.
"Just relax baby, okay?"
"But I want you nowww!" I whine with a pout.
"And you'll have me, soon enough."
San smirks when my pout deepens before she brings her mouth to mine to kiss it away. She moves at the same leisurely pace, evidently dead set on driving me absolutely crazy before she ever touches me.
It takes all of my self-control to keep from trying to push the pace again, but I don't want her to stop and start this process over.
Finally, she shifts her weight so that she can pick her left hand up and place it on my propped up right leg. I watch her hand on my calf until I'm distracted by her mouth once again. My attention jumps wildly between her tongue caressing my top lip and her hand sliding slowly up my leg.
Santana stops kissing me for the slightest of moments to look down at her hand slipping below the surface of the water. I watch her face, gasping when I feel her soft touch just inches away from the one place I want to feel her most.
Her hand stops moving as she kisses me again, and I actually grunt in frustration. I feel Santana laugh against my mouth and I press my lips together to deny her access. My girlfriend shakes her head at me and presses a perfunctory kiss to my sealed lips before trailing hot, moist kisses along my jaw and neck. My whole body lifts when she sucks hard on the skin at my collarbone and I draw in a sharp breath.
Santana pulls back and looks at my face as she slips her fingers lower, spreading my lower lips gently. My hands slap against the nearest surface as my body jerks at her practiced touch. I force my eyes open and watch her watching me. My breath is jumping with every light stroke of her fingers, my muscles flexing involuntarily.
My gaze follows Santana's as she looks down between us. I watch the lean muscles in her arm contract rhythmically as she moves her hand before looking back up to take in her cocky grin and knowing eyes.
The smile drops when she bites her lip and slides two fingers inside me at the same time. My eyes snap shut instantly and I wait for her to move, but Santana keeps her hand still. I know she's waiting for me to look at her, so I slowly open eyes and take in her unbelievably gorgeous face. I pick my hand up and run my thumb along her full bottom lip, noticing again the tiny scar below her lip, the only mark still remaining on her perfect face. She presses her lips to my thumb and begins slowly moving inside of me.
My head falls back when the palm of her hand starts drumming against my clit as she picks up speed.
I know, in some part of my brain, that I am not being quiet. I know that I have reached new levels of language that young Lucy would find absolutely horrifying. I know that my body is flailing to meet Santana's hard thrusts. I know that she is watching me come undone.
I don't care about any of it as I come hard, my back arching, my body rising up with the flex of my right leg draped over the edge of the tub.
Santana slows but doesn't stop, and I open my eyes to see her studying me. I nod my head and she smiles, angling her hand to change the spot she's hitting, steadily stroking me into a second body quaking orgasm. I gasp hard and bring one hand down to grip San's wrist, the other flies up to her shoulder.
Our eyes meet and I smile as I catch my breath. She's used to this by now, I always hold her in place after I finish. Something about having her held to me, inside of me…I love this moment between us.
Santana brings her lips to mine for a lingering kiss and I finally release her wrist to let her slowly slide out of me. She drops a quick peck to my forehead and turns around to let the water out.
I take a deep breath and hold my hands out to be helped up. Sure, strong hands grasp mine and pull me up easily.
"Quick rinse, then straight to the bed," I insist.
"Eager much?"
I just smirk and nod. The only thing I love more than my turn is hers.
SANTANA
It's our last night home alone and we have completely worn one another out. I wasn't sure there was an actual limit for us, but evidently we have discovered it after just over 72 hours alone. Granted, most of those hours have been spent pressed together, naked. It was an impressive display of cardio fitness there for a while, but I'm happy to just be lying here with the prettiest girl I've ever seen.
We're watching one of the artsy movies Quinn seems to enjoy, or at least she is. I keep stealing glances at her face. She amazes me constantly. I mean, she's 16 and nearly 6 months pregnant, yet somehow still manages to be the same goofy dork I've loved since we met. I think I'd be freaking out every single day if I was her, but she seems to almost grow calmer and more…ready. I'm not sure exactly what she's getting ready for, though. We haven't really talked about her plans for DJ even though I'm anxious to figure it out; I don't want to pressure her into making a choice before she's ready.
For now, I'm content just to see her smile, hear her laugh, and kiss her lips.
Quinn nuzzles closer to me and my heart fills with happiness yet again.
QUINN
On the first day of March Puck corners me after Glee rehearsal and insists we finally talk. I've agreed to meet him in the library during lunch today. I figure he'll either get lost trying to find it or be unable to cross the threshold like some sort of anti-academia vampire. At the very least we'll have to conduct our conversation quietly, hopefully avoiding any eavesdroppers or emotional yelling. First, I have to tell Santana I won't be at lunch. I should've just told her yesterday when she'd given me a questioning look after my exchange with Puck, but for some reason I'd just shrugged my shoulders and kept my mouth shut. She knows something is up though.
"Hey pretty lady," Santana says before dropping a kiss on my cheek.
We're in the Cheerios locker room, safe from the prying eyes of McKinley.
"Hi, love."
"So what's up with the underground rendezvous? I actually kind of prefer it when you just pull me into a random bathroom and attack my mouth like some kind of kiss monster."
Santana gives me a look that is nothing short of an invitation to start the attack. I laugh lightly and shake my head.
"That was ONE time, San! I'm sorry you have the most kissable lips on earth."
"Why thank you, Miss Fabray. So really, what's up?"
"Puck wants to talk to me about the baby today, and I've agreed to meet him during our lunch hour."
San nods, her face stony and unreadable.
"Okay. Do you want me to come with you?"
"No, I think we need to talk alone. I just wanted to let you know so that you wouldn't be worried."
"Alright. Will you text me afterwards and let me know how it goes?"
I flash her a smile.
"Of course."
The Night Prior
"Mom, can I talk to you?"
I sit down at the kitchen table while Momma L puts the clean dishes away.
"Of course, Quinn. What's on your mind?"
My stomach churns nervously. I've avoided this conversation for a long time.
"I was hoping we could talk about…um…what I should do with the baby."
Maribel pauses for an instant before putting down the glass she is holding. She wipes her hands on a dish towel and then comes to sit at the table with me.
"Okay, mija. I'm all ears."
My mouth drops open. I was kind of hoping she'd just tell me what I should do.
"Well…what do you think I should do?"
"I think you should lay out your options and we can talk through all of them. But honestly, sweetheart, I think you know in your heart which way you are leaning, don't you?"
"I…yes. I know what I think I want, I just…I'm afraid that maybe it's not what I'll want when the time comes."
"Quinn?"
Santana comes bounding into the kitchen with a smile on her face. She takes one look at me and Mom and falters.
"Is…everything okay?"
My surrogate mom glances at me and answers for us both.
"Yes, Tana, just a little girl talk. Quinn will be upstairs in a bit."
Her tone is light but to the point, and Santana nods silently. Her eyes flicker to mine for an instant before she backs out of the kitchen.
I speak into the silence the follows her departure.
"I feel like no matter what I do my entire world is going to end."
"No, honey, it's just going to change. And you will have Santana, me, and Dad behind you every step of the way. You have been so brave, Quinn. We are so proud of you. You just have to follow your heart on this, even though it's scary. I promise you that whatever path you choose, we will make it work. Do you what you feel is best for you and DJ, and know that, no matter what, we love you. Both of you."
I wipe the tears from my cheeks and nod.
Puck looks resigned. We've been talking for the past 30 minutes, but we've only just reached a tentative agreement.
"Can I at least be there when she's born?"
I mull this over for a moment. I've only ever envisioned having Santana and Momma L by my side through the delivery ordeal.
I finally nod and Puck lets out a deep breath.
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry Quinn."
A smile sneaks onto my face at that.
"Honestly Puck, I'm not. It's not ideal, but I wouldn't undo it."
Noah Puckerman looks like a teenage boy for once, his light eyes soft, his eyebrows lifted in surprise.
"I'm glad. I'd like for us not to hate each other."
"I promise I don't hate you."
Puck smiles at me.
"I promise I don't hate you either."
SANTANA
I'm waiting just outside the library to make sure Quinn is okay after her little chat. Puck walks by me first, but then takes two steps backward to stand next to me, facing in the opposite direction I am.
We look at each other for a long moment.
"I know you love her, Santana. I'm glad she has you."
I'm frozen in shock, uncertain if he means what I think he means.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone. Just be good to her, okay?"
I nod dumbly, shocked when Puck suddenly wraps his arms around me in a tight embrace.
He walks off without another word and I watch him go, his hands swiping at face as he ducks around a corner.
Quinn has been acting weird for the last couple of days. I've tried to just give her space, figuring she'd tell me what was up when she was ready, but so far she hasn't let on.
After talking with my mom a couple of nights ago, Q climbed into bed and pulled my arms around her as she cried softly. I got no response when I asked her what was wrong, so I eventually just held her quietly until she fell asleep.
On the other hand, Quinn seemed almost bolstered after her conversation with Puck. She floated through the rest of the day at school as if she weighed a hundred pounds less than she had before, but didn't tell me any specifics about what was said. I haven't talked to her yet about what he said to me, I've been trying to find the right moment.
I'm lying on my bed mulling over what could be going on with my usually forthright best friend when my door cracks open and Quinn walks in holding her sketchbook.
"San, I need to talk to you about something."
I shoot up to a seated position, suddenly nervous.
Quinn sits on my bed next to me and I study her for a long second before blurting out the words I'd been looking for the right time to share.
"Puck knows I love you."
Q looks at me in surprise and then smiles.
"I know. He knows I love you, too."
"How? Aren't you upset? Do you think he's going to tell?"
"I'm not upset, I don't think he's going tell, and I confirmed his suspicions during our conversation earlier today."
"You…confirmed his suspicions? What the hell, Quinn? Don't you think that's something we should've talked about first?"
Quinn looks sincerely contrite when she answers.
"Yes, I wish we had talked about it, but I wasn't expecting the question at all. He point-blank asked me if I am in love with you. My hesitation really said it all, but honestly it just made the conversation that followed a lot easier. Please don't be mad, San. I didn't mean to out us to him."
I consider her words. I doubt that I'd react much better to a surprise question like that. Everything in my brain would be screaming YES! if someone asked me if I'm in love with Quinn. I sigh.
"He told me he's glad you have me and he promised he wouldn't tell, so I guess it could be worse," I finally concede.
"Well, we had a long conversation about how important you are to me. Puck was hoping he and I would somehow end up together with little DJ here as one big happy family. It was a tough hit to his ego to find out that the amazing girl he let slip through his fingers is the only one his baby momma wants to have a family with."
I have to laugh at that. I can't even imagine Noah Puckerman trying to process that two girls he has slept with would prefer to sleep with each other than with him.
Wait.
"What did you just say?"
Quinn looks down at the sketchbook and then hands it to me. I take it, looking at her questioningly before I open it.
I look once again at portraits of me, now including some brilliantly drawn ones of my face during various stages of bruising and recovery. They are poignant in an unexpected way. Her drawings exude both vulnerability and determination. Her careful pencil strokes managed to capture the dichotomy of my emotions mirroring the two halves of my face. I smile at her and keep turning the pages.
I see once again the amazing drawings of our significant moments that Quinn shared with me at Christmas.
If Only I Had Realized That You Were Always Really The Only Choice For Me
I grin at the memory of that morning and my discovery of my girlfriend's amazing secret talent.
A new page is filled with 6 different drawings of Quinn representing each month of her pregnancy thus far. She's incredible and breathtaking, even in art.
I turn the page again and stop breathing. The picture before me is…
I'm lying on my side, looking at Quinn. We're smiling at each other. Between us lies a tiny little baby, swaddled tightly in a blanket.
Written alongside the image is a note similar to the one she'd left for me before.
I Finally Realized That You Are The Only Choice for US
My eyes snap up to Quinn's face, searching her expression. She looks steadily back at me for a moment.
"Santana, I want to keep the baby. I know we are really young, and I know this is a lot, but I talked to your parents earlier and we've come up with a plan. Before any definite decisions are made, though, I want to know how you feel about this. So…how do you feel about having the baby here with us?"
I have no words. There are no words. I'm not even sure I know what words are anymore.
In the absence of words, I kiss her.
I'm thrilled. I'm terrified. I'm every emotion there is.
I kiss her like there's no tomorrow.