This chapter is relatively short and full of typo's that I swear to god I'll fix tomorrow. Sorry guys.
When we finally got back to the house everyone was exhausted. Santana carried Elie from the car to the guest bedroom, where we put pillows all around her so she wouldn't fall off the bed.
"Should I buy a baby monitor or something?" I asked as we closed the door behind us.
"Nah. We'll know she's up when she starts hollering. She's slept there before. Where's your mom?"
"Bahamas." I said, crawling into my own bed. "She normally calls me every couple days so when she does I'll tell her what's going on. She won't be mad or anything, she's just going to be happy I'm home. And that Elie's here."
San scooted under the covers next to me, and I wrapped my arms around her. "Are you gonna tell her about… everything?"
I sighed. After Santana finished telling me what happened I didn't really say much. There was nothing to be said, really. So I agreed to help her and left it at that. "What do you want me to tell her?" I asked.
She thought about it for a second, rolling over to look me in the eyes. I couldn't cry anymore and neither could she. "I don't want me to think of me the way I think of myself. I don't want to be weak or stupid or… broken anymore. I made a lot of mistakes and I know it… but-"
"Stop." I interrupted. "Stop right there. You're not weak or stupid. I don't think any of those things about you, and neither will she. It takes a very strong person to make the decisions you made, even if they were the wrong ones. You left your family, you had a baby, and you stuck around in a relationship that was hurting you just to protect Elie. Now all of those were probably really bad decisions, but a weak person couldn't have done it. Okay? You're strong, and you're brilliant. You got yourself caught up with a guy who manipulated the hell out of you, but that doesn't make you stupid. And yeah, you are broken. But as you said in the car, you have me. And I will help you put the pieces back together. Whether that means me picking them up for you, or just standing by and making sure you don't fall apart again."
She nodded, wrapping her arms tighter around me. And I got that feeling again, the same one I had the last time we were in this bed in this same position. She leaned forward and her lips met mine, and it was soft and slow, not like the other times. There were no secrets now, nothing to hold us back anymore. This time it we were doing it right.
She pushed me down on my back and straddled my hips, her legs tangling with mine. The soft kiss got harder as her perfect little pink tongue demanded entry, and I obliged. My hands made their way to her hips, holding her close to me as she kissed her way down my neck, yanking my tank top down and nearly ripping the collar. I could feel my nipples hardening as she ran her fingertips over them, making me moan. I could feel her rubbing herself against my thigh, then shifting so I could do the same.
She was placing little kisses along my breast before wrapping those gorgeous pink lips around them and sucking, hard. Then, just I felt her hands slipping into my shorts, I caught myself. "Stop."
Santana looked at me like I was crazy, moving her hand a little lower. "Stop, San. Stop."
She sat up, still straddling my waist. "What?"
I sighed, yanking up my tank top and crossing my arms so she couldn't see me through my shirt. "This isn't a good idea." I said, making her roll her eyes.
"Okay why?" She asked, quickly moving into defensive mode. She rolled off of me and lay back down. "What changed? Last year, at the hospital, you said you loved me. Didn't you mean it?"
"I did mean it. I still do. I love you Santana." I said, putting my hand on her side to calm her down. She shoved it off and rolled onto her back, huffing and crossing her arms.
"Then what is it Q? Is it that Ashley chick?"
"No. That's over."
"Is it me? Is something wrong with me? Is it because of Elie? Or Tony?" The way she asked was so honest it broke my heart.
"No, not at all." I moved closer to her, putting my arms around her again. "None of those things matter to me. You are beautiful, and I love you so much. More than you can even imagine. But we both just got of relationships, really unhealthy ones. Ashley meant nothing to me, she was just someone to have sex with. I don't want that to be you."
"But I already know that Quinn." She sighed.
"I know you know that. But I think… we need to just take this really slow. I had sex with another girl less than 24 hours ago, I don't think it's the best idea to just do it again with someone else. I need you to realize you're so much more than that. I need you to know I'll love you just as much when were like, grocery shopping or laying on the couch watching TV as I will when you're fucking me senseless."
Santana laughed at that one, and finally scooted close enough to let me hold her properly. "Thank you Quinn." She whispered into my neck, sending chills up my spine. I closed my eyes, and just as I was finally slipping into sleep I heard her say "I love you too."
I awoke with a baby sitting on my tummy, bouncing and cooing loudly. "Hey Elie!" I said, rolling her off of me and tickling her tummy. She giggled and crawled away into Santana's arms. "She woke up a few minutes ago, I'm surprised you didn't hear her."
"Yeah, I guess I was really tired." Elie was squirming so Santana put her down on the floor. She started crawling all over the place, eventually finding her way over to the window seat, where she yanked the pillows off, and a couple of shirts that had been sitting there.
"No Elie." San scolded. "Que no es tuyo, pick it up." Elieana ignored her and crawled back to the bed, where she pulled herself up to stand and started reaching for me.
"Mama!" She called, her little fingers yanking at the comforter. I leaned over and pulled her into my lap, and she started playing with my charm bracelet.
"Does she call everybody Mama?" I asked.
"Nope." Santana shrugged. "Just me. She calls me Mama, Tony's mom and your mom are Bubbie, and everyone else is Tree. Well except for Tony, who she also called perrito. He used to get mad when I wouldn't correct her. I guess his yelling sounded like barking to her."
I laughed, and Elie started fidgeting again, pulling herself up on my shoulders and waddling a couple steps before falling on the pillows. She used the headboard to pull herself back up, balancing herself there as she bounced up and down.
"Somebody's getting hyper mommy." I told Santana.
"I see that." Elie flopped back down scooped a pillow off the bed, tossing it at her mommy. "¡Dios mío hija!" Santana caught the pillow just before it hit her face. Elieana clapped her hands and proceeded to laugh so hard she fell backwards on the bed. "We're going to the park. Now."
"The way I see it you have two big decisions you have to make." I told Santana. We were sitting on the grass with Elie in my lap, pushing a ball back and forth between her and San. Every few minutes she would get up and switch laps, and the game would continue.
"Okay what's the first one?" She asked, standing to go get the ball when Elie decided to throw it out of reach. "I should make you go get it niña." She narrowed her eyes at her daughter, who just laughed and bounced in my lap.
"She thinks you're hilarious." I mentioned.
"Yeah, I'm a joke to her. I can intimidate grown men, but my child laughs in my face." She made a face, which sent the baby into a fit of giggles, in turn making us laugh also.
"Okay. The first one is whether or not you want to stay with me."
"Done. Next one." She said, rolling the ball.
"No. Because I've asked you this before, and if we're gonna stick it out together that means you have to do things my way, seeing as doing things your way didn't work." I took a breath. "I'm not gonna let you get away again. That's why I'm giving you an out now, because if you choose me, you're stuck with me for a while."
Santana pushed herself up on her knees and crawled over to me, wrapping her arms Elie and myself and kissing me on the forehead. "Done." She said again, squeezing us together. Elieana started whining and squirmed out from between us, crawling away. Santana quickly too her spot, settling herself between my legs. I wrapped my arms around her, giving her a kiss on her neck.
"So your next choice is going to be a little harder than that. New York, or California?" I said grinning.
"What? Are you serious?" A smile spread across her face.
"Would I lie to you?" I asked.
"No, but I mean… how?"
"I have some ties in both areas. I know quite a few professors in Cali that are looking to retire, and willing to let me take over as soon as I get the credits I need, which would only take me a few weeks. But then again I already have a job in New York that pays good money. A job I'm so good at that I managed to talk them into letting me have my two week vacation now. I mean, yeah, it took some crying and begging, and by the way Great Aunt Mary is dead again, but whatever that's not the point."
"You killed your Great Aunt Mary for me?" she asked.
"Please." I scoffed. "I kill Great Aunt Mary every time I get cramps."
Santana laughed, leaning back into me. We watched Elie for a couple minutes, who would roll the ball a few feet, then crawl over to it and roll it again. Santana turned to look at me. "You don't have to do this, you know? You've gone from being in a relationship to being single to taking on a whole family in less than a day."
I smiled at her. "Do you know how long I've wanted this? How long I've wanted to hold you like this and tell you I love you? I settled for Ashley. I was only with her because I thought I lost you, and I was doing the best I could to move on. But I couldn't. And now I don't have to." I could see her eyes welling up, but I couldn't have that. So I kissed her really soft, before pulling back to watch Elie again.
After a while, without much real thought, my hands found their way under Santana's shirt, rubbing over her tummy and teasing just under the edge of her jean shorts. She whimpered quietly and turned to place kisses along the crook of my neck before whispering "You're such a tease. You're gonna get me all worked up then shut me down."
Just as I was about to say something, I saw Elie out of the corner of my eye, who had found herself a nice big puddle of mud to sit in. "No actually, your daughter is gonna shut us down." I said, jumping up and grabbing her right as she went to stick a good handful of it into her mouth.
"Oh my lord. Elie, no. Put the dirt down." Santana said, standing up. But before she could get there, or say anything else, Elie took the remaining mud she had scooped up in her palms, raised it up, and dropped it right on my head.
Santana apologized about 37 times on our way back to the car.
"It's fine, its fine." I kept saying. "I always wanted to know what I'd look like as a brunette." She laughed, pulling my keys from my pocket. "I should have a bunch of fast food napkins lying around on the floor."
"Actually…" she paused before using the button to pop the trunk. "Do you mind if I take a picture?"
"Really? Right now?" I said, gesturing between myself in the giggly girl in my arms. "We look like dirt goblins."
"It'll be cute, I swear." Santana started digging around in her bag. After a few moments she found a little pink camera. "Smile!"
I tickled Elies side so she would smile, and right as Santana was about to take the picture she moved her muddy hand to my face, making me gasp in surprise.
"Perfect." San said, throwing the camera back in the car and slamming the trunk closed. I rolled my eyes, wondering what the hell I'd gotten myself into.
I know this isn't the most exciting chapter, and its full of mushy emotional stuff... but I felt that it was important to show the interaction between Quinn and Elie, as well Quinn and Santana. I really like this, so I hope you guys do too. Updates coming soon!
xx- Turtle.