not mine. nothing is.
When I got home I found Santana and Mom sitting on the couch flipping through magazines and watching the Home Shopping Network. "Oh dear god." I groaned, going to sit on the leg of the sofa next to Santana. "Please don't tell me you're becoming my mother."
A roll of her eyes was the only acknowledgement my comment got from Santana. "Uh, where's Elie?"
"In bed." My mother said simply. She looked up at me and Santana and just stared at us for a moment before saying "You know, I'm just so happy to have both my girls home. I don't know how the heck I'm supposed to let you leave on Thursday, I might ball my eyes out for a couple weeks like I did when Quinn went to college her first year."
I laughed, and Santana smirked but continued to say nothing. "Anyway," my mother continued "I know you two haven't had a lot of time to just go out. You know, just you two. I was thinking maybe tomorrow night you guys could do that. I can watch Elie and you two can hang out and have a girls night. You know, go to breadstix, pick up a bottle of champagne, whatever you kids want to do. Really, I insist. You're not going to find as good a babysitter as Bubbie when you're in New York."
I looked at my mother, who was just smiling at us with that look in her eyes. I knew that look so well. It was the one she had on her face when I would steal cookies off the counter when I was little, or get caught trying on her make up. It's the same look she gave me that told me she knew that the weight I was putting on sophomore year was more than lack of exercise and extra carbs in my lunches.
"You know, don't you?" I asked, making both her and my girlfriends stare up at me like I'd grown an extra head.
"Know what sweetie?" She said, forging cluelessness.
"About this." I took Sans hand, lacing my fingers through hers. "About us."
My mother sighed, looking at me and rolling her eyes that way she did when she thought her daughter was just too much sometimes.
"Of course I know sweetie."
"Wait." Santana said, her face flushing. "How could you tell?"
"Girls. I'm old, but I was young once too. The way you two look at each other, the way you're so attached at the hip... I knew when you came over that day two summer's ago. You two just have this chemistry." She shrugged.
"Mom, we didn't even know back then." I said, wrinkling my eyebrow in confusion.
"Quinnie, I knew you were gay from the time you rejoined celibacy club after you had Beth. And I know you didn't know back then. You're the only girl I know that has sex and then recommits to celibacy. I mean, the thought in and of itself is quite frightening. And when you never came to me to talk about it or like… start wearing flannel shirts I was worried you'd never figure it out."
Santana laughed maniacally at my mother, making me snatch my hand away from her.
"I'm really happy for you two." My mother said earnestly. "If I can marry a man less than half my age, who am I to stop you from falling in love with a woman? And if it had to be any woman, I'm glad it's this one right here." She pointed to San. "There are two kinds of people in this world girls. Dreamers and Realist. Santana is a dreamer. She's wild and takes chances and see's things in the world in a way you would never be able to see on your own Quinnie. And you're a realist. You see what's right in front of you, you always know what to do and say, and you know how to keep things under control. And you two… you're good for each other. You need each other. Because without a dreamer in your life Quinn, you'd be so content to keep your feet on the ground. You would never take chances on your own, never spread your wings and try to fly. And Santana, without a realist like Quinn you'd just fly so far and so high you'd never find your way back home. I love both of you so much."
"We love you too Mom." I said, standing up and hugging her, followed shortly by Santana hugging both of us.
"Thanks for your blessing." Santana said behind me. "It feels nice to have a Mom again."
It was the night before the trial, and Santana lay next to me tossing and turning. There was no way she was going to sleep, which meant I wasn't going to get any sleep either. "Babe." I whispered, rolling over to grab her by the waist. I turned her over so she was facing me and looked her in those pretty brown eyes. "You need to quit moving so much, it makes the bed creak and my Mom's gonna think we're in here fucking."
She giggled, kissing me on the cheek. "I wish we were." She whispered against my skin.
"Easy tiger." I said, moving my face out of kissing distance.
"I don't understand." She sighed. "We're out, were proud, our date last night was phenomenal and you still won't do the deed."
"I want it to be special." I said quietly. "I don't want to do it just to do it. I want it to matter."
"But it will matter. It will matter because it's happening with you, the girl I love more then anyone in the world. Besides Elie of course."
"Of course." I smiled
"Besides… I'm really nervous about tomorrow and I swear to god sleeping in this bed with you gets me more hot and bothered then I'm willing to say… It would be perfect." She whined.
"No it wouldn't." I huffed "It won't be perfect because you're going to be thinking about tomorrow and Tony and all the other things."
"So when will it?" She said, sticking her bottom lip out in a pout.
"When our relationship is older than 6 days." I said pointedly. "When we don't have to be super quiet because your daughter and my mother are asleep down the hall. And most importantly, I don't want it to be about stress relief or being horny or having to prove something. I want it to be about you and me, taking the next step in our relationship, and waking up the next day feeling more in love then we already are."
"Ugh!" She grumbled, turning her back to me. "Why do you have to be so damn sweet and emotional all the time?"
"Because I love you." I said simply, wrapping my arm around her. She sighed, settling into me. Despite what she was saying I could feel the goose bumps rising up her side, and I ran my hands over them to rub them away.
"How do you do that?" She asked quietly, turning to look me in the eye.
"Do what?"
"This." She put her hand over mine. "You make me feel these things. Like, all I need to do is look at you… or feel your skin against mine and I feel like I'm home. Like I'm safe and warm and happy. Like I can do anything."
"That's because you can." I said, kissing her gently. She smiled when I pulled back, and as I ran my fingers over her back she slowly settled into sleep.
The sun had barely began to peak out from behind the trees when we were awoken to a strangled sounding scream rather than the usual cheery chatter from Elie. Santana bolted out of my room without a second thought, and I followed closely behind her.
There was nothing wrong with Elieana that we could see, yet her little face was red and tear stained as she pounded her little fist on her Mommy's shoulder. "Lo que ha sucedido niña?" Santana checked her all over but there was nothing. She felt her head. "Is she warm to you?"
I put my hand on her little forehead but she wasn't the least bit hot. I shook my head. San's eyes were wild with worry and confusion. "She's never like this. Cálmate bebé, mamá está aquí."
No matter what Santana did or said Elie wouldn't stop. She screamed for three hours straight, and refused to go to me or my mother. Eventually she calmed to just a whimpering kind of crying, then just sat in her mother's arms and tears streaming down her face, not eating or drinking anything. "Should I take her to the hospital?" San asked my mother.
"I don't think she's sick." Mom said honestly. "I think she's scared."
"Scared of what?" We asked at the same time.
"The same thing you two are. She doesn't know the trial is today, she's far too young to understand that. But she can feel the same things you feel hun. When her Mommy is sad and afraid she is too. She'll be okay when this is all over."
Elie stopped suddenly, and we turned just in time to see her eye's fall shut. About a minute later she was sighing softly, fast asleep in Santana's arms. "That was bizarre." She said quietly. I nodded in agreement, and Santana laid Elie on the couch next to her, placing a pillow on both sides.
"You girls have to get ready to go." My mother said, glancing at her phone. "You have to be there in an hour."
"I can't do it." Santana cried. "I was nervous enough before but now this? I can't leave her. She's my baby. I need should have agreed to this, why'd you make me agree to this?" She asked, slapping my arm. "Touching your boobs was so not worth this."
"Hey, take that back!" I whined, my face turning red with embarrassment. My mother cleared her throat and we both looked up at her, Santana blushing too now.
"I'm just going to pretend I didn't hear that." My mother was blushing herself. "You need to go Santana. I know it's hard but you have to. Keep your phone on and if anything happens I'll call you immediately. I promise."
Santana sighed, still looking uncertainly at Elie's sleeping form.
"She'll be okay. I promise." Mom said. "I raised two beautiful children. One turned out perfect and you fell love with the other so I must have done something right."
"MOM!" I yelled, quickly being shushed by both of them. Elie stirred but didn't wake. "I hate both of you." I grumbled.
"Well we love you." Santana said, standing up. "Though I'm not sure why." My mother laughed, and I crossed my arms, sticking my bottom lip out in a pout. San looked at me, giggling when she saw my face before leaning down and kissing me softly on the lips. I immediately felt my heart start racing in fear of my mother's reaction, but when she pulled back I saw her smiling at us. It was a soft smile, and it made me feel this bubble of happy form in my chest, excited for her open mindedness. "Come on babe, let's go before I change my mind."
The second Santana saw Tony's face, she fell apart. She started sobbing so hard I was worried we wouldn't be able to do the trial. All I could do was hold her, whispering things in her ear to make her calm down.
She barely calmed enough to peel her body off of my and stand for questioning. After she swore to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth, the questions flew. Questions I already knew the answers to. I tried to tone it out and just watch her face for any sign that she was about to internally combust. It hurt too much to have to hear it twice.
After she was done she walked over to me, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of the courthouse. "I can't do it anymore. I did my job. I'm done."
A few minutes later we found ourselves parked outside Breadstix, but Santana made no move to get out the car. I turned to her, opening my mouth to say something, but before I could get it out she had me pinned to my seat, her lips pressed hard against mine. I could feel her fingernails digging into my shoulder, her legs straddling my waist. I gasped into her mouth, trying and failing to get air into my lungs.
The second I managed to tear my mouth away from hers there were lips on my neck. She kissed her way up to that place just under my ear that she'd found the other day, teasing me, sucking lightly on it. I gasped, biting my lip hard as she slipped her hands under my shirt and her fingers traced the underwire of my bra. I couldn't help the moan that came when she nipped at my ear, before sucking on it and making my hips buck under her.
Santana played my body like an instrument. She knew how to tease me and make me gasp and moan, whimper and sigh. And she knew the second she unclasped my bra and started playing with my nipples it was all over. I laced my fingers through her hair, bringing her mouth back to mine. I bit her bottom lip, making her gasp and allowing me access to slip my tongue inside. I could feel the stickiness coating my thighs as she sucked on it, hard.
Without much thought my hands found their way to the waistband of her jeans, barely taking the time to unbutton them before slipping inside and cupping her through lacy panties. She moaned, grinding her hips into me before pulling her mouth away from mine. "Wait Quinn… Ohhh…" She whined when my thumb found her hardening clit, grazing in lightly. She pushed her hips back, making my hand slip out and giving me a disapproving look, which must be hard to do while you're playing with some ones nipples.
"What?" I groaned, trying to keep my own hips from moving as she pulled on my pebbling nipples.
"I thought we were waiting." She cocked her head to the side.
"But you're so fucking sexy baby." I said, trying to keep my voice from wavering. I grabbed her shoulders and yanked her down so I could kiss her again, which she went along with until she felt my hand moving up her thigh again.
"Nope." She said, rolling over and hopping out the car. I groaned, slamming my fist on the steering wheel while watching her walk into the restaurant, buttoning her pants back up on the way. I threw the door open and screamed "I FUCKING HATE YOU!"
She didn't even turn around. Just gave me the bird and kept walking.
Halfway through the meal Santana's phone started buzzing. She looked at the number then threw it at me to answer. I was Bill.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Ms. Lopez?" Bill sounded incredibly out of breath, but that was his normal state of being.
"Yes, this is she." I lied.
"Hey! You guys ran out of the courtroom so fast you didn't get to hear the results."
"Yeah, I just couldn't stand being there anymore, you understand."
Santana was staring at me intently, her wrinkled and arms crossed.
"Of course I understand. Well I won't take up too much of your time, I just want you to know that we won. Antonio is set to serve a minimum of 15 years in jail, at which point he will be released if he signs a contract stating he will never be within 10 miles of you and your daughter."
"Okay thanks." I hung up before he could say anything else.
Santana was staring down at her plate. "Is it taken care of?" she said, her voice low.
"Yes."
"Okay good."
It didn't make me feel happy or sad. It just felt like this was finally over, and we could move on with our lives.
Thank you for everyone support throughout this story. You guys really make me smile. And to the person that called me a cunt and said I was probably going to die soon, you're actually right. I probably will. And your pen name is hilarious, I wish I'd thought of it.