A/N: My amazing, encouraging, awesome readers- we have reached the end. I hope this story has lived up to your expectations. I have received some questions about sequels and continuations, so here's the deal: I don't think I could write another full story fic like this one with all I have coming up, but I am willing to write future one-shots in this universe if requested. So, if you'd like to read more about these characters, feel free to PM me or follow me on tumblr to send a prompt my way. I will do my best to fill them all, but also be aware that I'm going to do my best to submit some stories for Quinntana Week as well. Please be patient if I take a minute in posting.

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QUINN

10 Days Later

Our first family trip, and it's to McKinley of all places. Santana is hovering over Skylar, worrying about every possible thing that could possibly cause harm to our pretty little girl.

"San, she's fine. She's going to be fine. We're only going to the auditorium and only the Glee club is going to be anywhere near her. I told you, she has immunities from me," I repeat with exasperation.

Santana rolls her eyes at me and continues to carefully swaddle Skylar up like a little burrito. I look at Momma Lopez and gesture with my hand toward her daughter in frustration.

"Mija, Quinn's right. Baby girl will be just fine. You are going to be late if you don't get out the door soon," Mom interjects with a smile.

Puck walks in from triple checking that the car seat base is secured properly.

"Is she ready to go?" he asks, looking at each of us.

"No, Santana thinks a meteorite is going to fall out of the sky and kill us all, so she's wrapping Sky up extra tight," I intone sarcastically.

My girlfriend straightens up and glares at me, ready to respond before Puck jumps in.

"Ease up on her, Quinn. She's just being careful, there's nothing wrong with that."

He frowns at me as he walks to Santana's side, carefully inspecting his daughter as San finally puts her in her seat. He carefully clips her in, tugging gently to make sure she's safely held in. As annoyed as I am, I can't help but smile at their tag team effort to protect Skylar from just about any threat known to man.

Puck finally picks up her car seat and looks at Santana, who gives him a little nod.

"Okay, we can go now," she says to me, a slight snark in her tone.

I tilt my head at her, shaking it back and forth before stepping forward to give her a light kiss on the cheek.

"Calm down, momma bear, she's fine."

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

We head out to the car and get all strapped in before Santana grabs Puck's arm.

"Did anyone grab the hand sanitizer?" she asks, her eyes wide.

I sigh, knowing this will halt all forward progress.

"Yeah, I did," Puck replies calmly, "it's in the diaper bag."

"Good man," Santana says with a smile before dropping back into her seat next to Sky. "Let's do this."

Santana breaks off from us as we're heading to the auditorium, telling us to wait outside the doors and not go in until she comes back. I give her an inquisitive look, but she just smiles and continues on.

She's back hardly five minutes later, looking rather pleased with herself.

"Where did you go?"

"I had a little chat with Sue," she says, looking smug.

"And?"

"And I asked her to come to the auditorium to meet Skylar."

I'm sort of confused and give her a look that says as much. Santana smiles broadly as she answers.

"I knew she'd want to see the baby, and she will, but she's going to have to sit through the big Glee goodbye song. Here's my theory: I don't think she really wants to see Glee club go away. I think she just needs a push in the right direction. If I'm wrong, no harm, no foul. But if I'm right, she might be able to stop this crap about cancelling the club."

My jaw drops open as Puck lets out a low whistle and shift the car seat into his other hand.

"Genius move, Lopez. You've already started down a little path I like to call "using your beautiful, perfect, awesome daughter to get chicks to do what you want them to do." I thought you'd use it on hotter bait than Sylvester, but to each their own."

Puck's eyes are alight with teasing mischief and he smiles as San gives him a light punch in the shoulder.

"Don't you dare ever use her to pick up chicks, Puckerman."

I nod my agreement with Santana's demand.

"Oh please. I'm pretty sure that if anything little Skylar already has me doing whatever she wants. Just look at her, I'm dying here!"

He turns the car seat to display our sleeping girl to us and Santana and I both automatically smile. She's a ridiculously pretty baby.

"Touché, I think she's got us all wrapped around her tiny little finger. But let's get inside before we miss the song," I suggest, pulling the door open.

We are immediately surrounded by Glee clubbers trying to get a look at her. Santana goes straight into bodyguard mode, pushing everyone back and whipping out a thing of hand sanitizer.

"Okay guys, listen up. One at a time. Hands must be clean. Don't breathe in her face. If you have any signs of illness, sorry, you'll have to wait for another time."

The Glee kids all back away and nod, waiting impatiently for me to take Sky out of her seat. When I have her in my arms, I walk slowly over and pull her bunched up onesie down so that they can see her face better.

There's a chorus of oohs and ahhs from the group before Finn speaks up.

"Do you mind if I hold her?"

I feel a flash of guilt that he has to stand by and watch as the baby he thought was his is fawned over and loved by a completely different set of parents. I nod and bring her to him, smiling as he bends his knees awkwardly to take her from me.

"Hi, Skylar," he coos gently, "I sang to you when you were still in your mom's belly. You are much prettier than that picture let on."

He's smiling down at our daughter, totally caught up in her pretty face. I sneak a glance at Santana and Puck and they are both watching him with little half smiles. It feels like a moment of forgiveness and an unexpected feeling of relief washes through me.

Santana carefully takes Skylar back and rocks her gently when she starts fussing, and I turn to the group.

"You guys can hold her after we sing to Mr. Schue, I promise. Rachel, do you want to go get him now?"

Everyone nods and Rachel sets off on her mission. I go back to Santana and Sky, who is once again sound asleep.

"Magic touch, momma bear," I whisper to San, earning a little smile.

"She's just a little snoozer," Santana answers with a humble shrug.

I place a gentle kiss on my daughter's forehead and automatically give Santana a light kiss as well. I freeze as soon as I start to pull back, suddenly realizing what I've just done. My stomach turns instantly, and I stare into Santana's eyes as they dart back and forth between each of mine.

"Quinn. Quinn, baby. It's okay. Don't freak out," Santana's whisper is urgent.

"How many of them saw?" I ask, my jaw clenched.

My girlfriend sighs lightly.

"Enough."

I feel that familiar panic, but swallow it down for the moment.

"Are they staring at us?"

Santana peeks around me for a second.

"Yes, but listen to me, it's okay. I promise you, it's not a big deal. They don't care. They'll help protect us, okay? Can you trust me, please?"

"You're not mad at me?"

Santana half smiles and shakes her head.

"I will never be mad at you for giving me a kiss, Lucy Q. I love you, we're raising a kid, and we needed to come clean eventually. So let's do this, together."

My girlfriend shifts our tiny baby girl in her arms and reaches out her hand to take mine and lead me toward the group.

"Okay, guys, go ahead and ask. We can see the questions on your faces," Santana declares confidently.

Finn steps forward a little bit, looking at the faces around him.

"Are you guys, like, together, or something?"

I watch Santana as she answers.

"Yes. For a while now actually. Right after you and Quinn broke up, to be exact."

Her hand is somewhat tense in mine, as if this is the moment where we'll know. Finn has more reason than anyone to throw a fit. I'm barely breathing as I watch him take this in.

"That is just….wow…"

My nerves are on fire. Puck has moved to our side, feet set in a stance as if he's ready to fight to defend us.

"You knew about this?" Finn asks him, his face knitted in confusion.

"Yeah, I've known for a few months. They're in love dude. I can't be the only one who saw it," Puck replies looking at everyone expectantly.

There's a pause before Kurt speaks up.

"You weren't. Most of us knew, actually. Or at least, most of us suspected."

"How did I miss this?!" Finn is totally exasperated.

"I don't know, bro. They're constantly giving each other lovey dovey looks. It's kind of sickening, to be honest," Puck says, giving us a smile.

Santana rolls her eyes and smiles back at him, giving my hand a little squeeze.

"Well, I, for one, think it's pretty fantastic," Brittany says, walking forward to give me a hug and take Skylar out of San's arms, "and I've known longer than any of you. Everything between these two just adds up. They love each other and they love this little nugget I'm holding. This is probably the healthiest, most normal family any of us have ever seen."

A lot of the glee kids are smiling and nodding, and my eyes tear up at Britt's words. She's right. There is so much more love and stability around Skylar than I ever had growing up, and I know at least Puck is in the same boat. I hold my hand out to him and he links himself with Santana and me

Finn is kind of absently nodding, too.

"Yeah, Brittany's right. I mean, I'm shocked, but…I'm really happy for you guys. Even if there is no Glee club anymore, Skylar will always have 9 aunts and uncles. She's been a part of this journey too."

Santana lets go of my hand and moves forward to quickly wrap Finn in a bear hug. It's so unexpected that he just stands frozen for a second before he returns her hug and pats her lightly on the back.

"Hey guys, what's going on?"

Mr. Schue's arrival ends the moment and Britt holds Sky up slightly to show her off to our soon-to-be former director.

"Oh my…wow. Can I hold her?"

"Of course!" I answer, watching Brittany pass my somehow still-sleeping daughter on.

Mr. Schue sits down with Skylar and we all move to our stools.

"So we have something we need to say to you," Rachel tells him.

As each of us goes around to talk about the people we were before Glee, I glance at my girlfriend and see the look of utter sadness on her face. She's always taking way too much responsibility for things that go on around her. I feel a tightness in my chest at her expression and I reach out to hold her hand.

I was so many things before this year. Captain of the Cheerios, Celibacy Club president, Russell Fabray's daughter, "straight." Now I'm a mother, a partner, a singer, a forgiver, and in many ways, a Lopez.

I squeeze Santana's hand gently. I'm so proud of us.

SANTANA

Quinn gives me a look that says so many things, and I know exactly what she's thinking.

So much has changed.

I'm holding her hand, in public, unafraid. Before this year I was terrified of anyone finding out about me. Terrified of being different. I hated everyone in this club because they were okay with themselves in a way I didn't think I would ever be. I was Quinn's beta, and I resented her so much for it, mostly because her rejection cut through me so painfully. Only Brittany had saved me from my despair.

I hold my other hand out to my insightful, selfless best friend. She did so much to bring me to this point, to bring Quinn and me together, to support us through everything. Britt takes my hand in hers with a smile.

I sit here now, in love and happy. I have a daughter, I have a new family in this club. I've become a leader, a more selfless person. I've learned to sacrifice for the good of others, to stand up proudly for what I believe in.

All of these emotions rise to the surface as we sing to Mr. Schuester and the tears won't stop once they start. He brought us all together. All I can do is sing my heart out and keep hoping for Sue to show up.

Quinn and Puck are having an apparently serious apology-fest with Finn, so it has fallen to me to get Sky ready to go. Just as I buckle the baby into her seat, I hear the familiar and irritating voice of one Sue Sylvester.

"Good looking kid, Lopez. Doesn't look much like you though."

I turn around with a smile.

"Yeah, it's a tough break, but I think she's pretty beautiful anyway."

Coach and I regard each other silently for a moment. I can see that oddly proud expression playing at her features.

"You know, Santana, you've come a long way from hiding out with Brittany in the Cheerios locker room. I've been rooting for you to get past your fear, but I never imagined just how far you'd come."

My mouth drops open. How the hell?

"I'm so proud of you. And, begrudgingly, of Q as well. I think you both are very brave to take this on at such a young age. So, next season when you're both back on the Cheerios, I'll do whatever I can to help accommodate your caretaking schedules. We'll sit down and talk. I'm sure Schuester will do the same with Glee club."

I shake my head as I try to process all of that.

"Thank you, Coach. That will be a tremendous help- wait, what did you say? Mr. Schuester will do the same? But there is no Glee anymore, remember?"

My tone is flat and sarcastic. I still can't believe the lengths she has gone to in order to destroy an after school club.

"Well, it turns out I didn't shrink my heart as many sizes as I'd hoped this past year. I saw your little performance a little while ago. Nicely done on the sneaky plan, by the way. You're more manipulative than I give you credit for. In any case, I've petitioned Figgins to give you guys another year. So there is still Glee, at least for one more year."

I put my hands on top of my head and smile excitedly. It worked!

"Oh my God! Thank you, thank you so much Coach!"

Before I give it any thought I've got my arms around Sue Sylvester and she's awkwardly hugging me back.

"I'll tell William later, but this stays between you and me until then. I want to torture him for a little bit longer."

I agree, only because we've got another year and I don't want to screw it up by taking away Coach's fun.

"You get that little one home. Congratulations again, Santana."

A slow, broad smile spreads across my face as I watch her leave. I'm kind of dumbstruck.

"Hey babe, what did Sue want?" Quinn asks as she walks up next to me.

"Nothing. Just came to compliment Skylar on being the most beautiful baby on earth," I respond with light smile.

QUINN

July 10th, 2010

I have that odd dream sense that something has changed, that something is missing. I slowly wake up and reach out for my girlfriend, but find empty space. This wakes me up fully and I look around in confusion before I spot her standing at the window, Skylar in her arms.

"Good morning, babe. Happy Birthday!" I tell her with a smile.

Santana turns, her eyes bright with happiness.

"Good morning, pretty lady, and thank you. It's already the best birthday ever," she says, glancing down at Sky as she walks over and sits on the bed next to me.

"When did she wake up?" I'm surprised I didn't hear her first.

"Not too long ago. I changed her diaper and tried to sing her back to sleep but she just kept looking at me, so we've been hanging out," San tells me without looking away from the baby.

"Well lay her down here and let's see if she won't sleep for a little while longer. She's not supposed to eat for a while yet."

My girlfriend smiles and places Skylar on the bed between us, stretching out to lay down next to her. I lean over my daughter to give Santana a gentle, lingering kiss. When I was pregnant I drew this exact scene so many times.

"You know, Q. Today is the one year anniversary of our first kiss…" San gives me a smug little look, "who would've thought we'd be here now."

I shake my head at her, because this is pretty crazy. In the course of the year I'd fallen in love with this girl, run away and broken both of our hearts, gotten pregnant by her boyfriend, and come back to her. Being with her, lying next to our daughter, feels like a miracle.

"God, I never could have imagined. I couldn't be happier, though. I really mean that, Santana. You make this all feel right. I didn't really know if we could do it, but…we are."

I get a full grin from my beautiful other half and she reaches out her hand to gently cup my face and then lace her fingers with mine.

"I love you, Quinn. I love you, and I love Skylar, and somehow I even love Puck. And with my parents and with your mom…we're not just doing this, babe, we're doing a damn good job."

We both look down at Sky, her little fists and feet pumping in the air. She's the most beautiful little human I've ever seen. It's hard to really define what this love is like, and the most amazing part is that I can see that same indescribable love reflecting in Santana's eyes as well. Skylar is ours, and if I know anything, it is that she will always come first for us.

SANTANA

I'm ushering some of our guests out with a smile and many thank yous. Before I head back in I take another long look at the car in the driveway. I'm officially sixteen, and it feels good to have the keys to my very own new car. Well, new for me. It's not brand new but it's better than the old piece of crap my parents got me when I first was learning to drive.

I close the front door and turn back into the house, pausing at a picture hanging on the wall. It's the one I gave Quinn last December, on display for anyone who comes in our house to see. It's beautiful, because we are so beautiful together. Hanging next to it is our family photo from Christmas, and then one of Skylar sleeping. It's all so…normal.

I've got a grin on my face as I walk back into the kitchen and join my people. Mom and Dad, Judy, Puck, Britt, Quinn, and of course, Skylar. My core people, all gathered here together.

"There's the birthday girl!" my dad announces my entrance.

"Here I am," I respond as I pad over to the table and sit down next to Q, planting a kiss on her cheek.

"So how does it feel to be sixteen?" Dad asks.

I immediately roll my eyes.

"Pretty much the same as 15 years and 364 days did, Daddo."

"Yeah well becoming an old fart sneaks up on you, so enjoy not noticing the difference for now."

"Woooowwww Dad, that's encouraging. Did you find that in a greeting card?"

Everyone snorts at my snarky response, and even Dad smiles at me. I turn to Judy, who is holding a suddenly very fussy Skylar.

"Do you mind if I take her? We sort of have an understanding…namely that if she ever cries I come running," I admit with a little laugh as I reach my arms out to take my cranky daughter.

I start walking slowly around the table, bouncing Sky gently. I sing to her softly as we go.

Fly me to the moon
And let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars

In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song
And let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you

Fill my heart with song
Let me sing forever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore

In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
In other words, I love you.

I continue our slow dance around the table, suddenly noticing that conversation has stopped and all eyes are on me. Skylar is quiet in my arms, her eyes focused on my face. I give her a smile before looking up to our audience.

"What?"

"Frank Sinatra, really?" Puck answers.

"Blame Quinn, she's the one who listens to that old timey stuff," I shoot back, "besides, Sky likes it, see?"

I sit down at the table, still making eye contact with our inquisitive, but calm, little infant. Her eyes haven't yet changed color, so I stare into beautiful blue newborn eyes. Skylar is already starting to mimic facial expressions and occasionally lets out these happy gurgles that make everyone around her smile. She's such a pretty baby, certainly far cuter than the normal 2 month old.

"Well I'd better take our little Sinatra fan upstairs to get ready for bed," Quinn interjects, coming over to pick Sky up.

"Let me give her a quick goodnight kiss, first."

Puck kisses both of his daughter's cheeks.

"Love you, snugglebutt," he whispers as Quinn turns with a smile to take her upstairs.

"We should probably be going anyway," Britt says, indicating towards Puck. He's her ride home.

I nod and walk them to the door, giving Puck a big hug as he walks out.

"Happy Birthday, momma bear," he teases.

"Yeah yeah, shut it Old Man," I kid in response.

Brittany wraps her arms around me.

"So I think I figured out your equation," she says quietly.

"You did? I thought we kind of got it right awhile ago…"

"Well, you did, but your equation changed. Your answer was Quinn. Everything added up to her once you figured things out. But now your answer is Skylar. You and Quinn, you add up to her. It's the only thing I've seen that is more beautiful than your equation with just Q. I'm really proud of you, Santana. And I love you, so much. Happy Birthday."

Brittany whispers "happy birthday" and squeezes me tight one more time, before dancing off to jump in Puck's truck.

I'm left speechless on the front step, smiling after the glue of the Unholy Trinity and the best aunt for Skylar I could have ever hoped for.

I wave one last time before heading inside and hugging both of parents. I offer a goodnight to Judy as well, and then go upstairs to help Q put Sky to bed.

"Hey," I whisper as I walk in.

Quinn smiles that megawatt smile at me and mouths "hi." I watch her place Sky in her bassinet and then walk over to place a soft kiss on Q's cheek as we watch our little girl sleep.

I suddenly notice that the baby is wearing the onesie I bought at Christmas and have to stifle a laugh.

"Really?" I ask my girlfriend, indicating the silly outfit Skylar is wearing.

"I mean, it's true. She is so freaking cute, but so are her moms," Quinn whispers back to me.

"Fair enough," I admit with a shrug.

Quinn takes my hand and leads me to our bed. Once I'm seated she pulls out a small box and gives it to me. I open it slowly and stare in shock at the small pendant on a silver chain. It's an emerald, Sky's birthstone.

"I wanted to make it clear that you are her mom, just as much as I am. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to keep her. Without you, it wouldn't feel complete even if I did. So this pendant is a reminder that, even when things are rough with us, and I'm sure at times they will be, we will always take care of each other so that we can take care of Skylar. I love you so much, baby."

"I…I love it, Q. And God, I love you so much. This is perfect."

"One more thing. I had this framed for us. I handwrote the quote and everything. I think it captures us...I hope so anyway."

Quinn stands and pulls a large frame from under my bed. I seriously need to start looking under there more if she's going to hide all of my presents in the same spot.

My eyes tear up instantly when I see this beautiful gift. I kiss Quinn, deeply, passionately, with all I have in me.

Framed are three things: First, a photo of Quinn and me with Skylar, shortly after she was born. Second, a quote. And third, Quinn's drawing of us lying with a baby, the one she showed me the day she asked if I was willing to help her raise the little girl in her belly.

I kiss Quinn once more as I read the quote, so perfect for us.

They belonged to each other; and, no matter what life might hold for them, it could never alter that.
Their happiness was in each other's keeping and both were unafraid.