Santana's sitting at the breakfast table, glaring at Puck and Rachel. The two decided to drop by, unannounced at nine in the morning. Santana was ready to kill them but Finn convinced her it wasn't good for the baby.
Puck's sitting their looking smug as fuck, eating the last pop tart they have (which Santana actually wanted to eat herself). Rachel's next to him, sipping on coffee and blabbing on and on about how they thought they'd surprise them for spring break.
Finn's trying his best to pretend to be a morning person but she knows he just wants to go back to sleep for like another five hours. He doesn't sleep much thanks to how much Santana moves around, trying to get comfortable in the bed.
Santana put Jack and Danny to bed because what kid wants to wake up this early on a Saturday? Nick's still asleep too and she doesn't want to wake him up because the Puckerman clan decided to show up super early.
"So, you're knocked up…again?" Puck says.
Santana glares even harder at him, "Your point?"
"Just saying," He smirks at her, stuffing the last bit of the pop tart in his mouth.
"Dude, I e-mailed you when I found out."
"Yea, well…I don't like reading your e-mails."
Finn pouts a little and Rachel hits his arm, "Noah."
"What? It's like reading something from a fucking five year old. Half the e-mail is smiley faces." Finn keeps pouting. "And what guy sings it 'Love, Finn'?"
Santana has to bit her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing. "Well, how else am I supposed to end the message?" Finn asks. It's funny because he's actually being serious.
"There are so many different ways. 'Your bro,' 'From' or just 'Finn.' You don't need to make us sound gay for each other."
"Noah," Rachel says her in whiney but stern tone of voice.
Puck rolls his eyes a little at her.
"Why are you freaks really here?" Santana finally asks.
"We told you, we're here to visit for Spring Break."
"And who's in charge of the sporting store back in New York?"
"I got someone," Puck says.
"And what made you think we wanted to see you?"
"Santana," Finn says in his best imitation of Rachel when she's trying to get Puck to stop being a jackass.
"What?" She says looking over at him. "Look, no offense but I hadn't see you two for seven years and now you're showing up at my house out of the blue?"
"You hadn't seen Finn for seven years either but you're carrying his second child." Puck points out.
"That's different." Santana starts, "I can stand being around Finn for more than five minutes without wanting to strangle someone."
"Santana," Finn chuckles, putting his arm around her and rubs her shoulder a little. "Is it weird that you're turning me on right now?" He whispers though not low enough because Puck and Rachel both give him a disgusted look.
Santana, however, looks over at him, smirking a little. They just stare at each other for a few seconds before he licks his lips in the sexiest way and her hand moves into his lap.
"I think I'm going to throw up," Puck says, his face scrunching up in even more disgust.
Santana laughs a little and turns back toward their guests. "You can't stay here." She says, "And you can't come over without calling first and getting our permission. And no cussing around Nick," She explains.
Rachel smiles and nods as Santana lists her little rules off. "Totally understandable," She says once she's stopped talking.
"Alright…well…I'm sleepy." Santana announces, standing up from the table. "So is Finn, so you two need to go."
"Seriously?" Puck says, "Fine…I'll go get the boys."
"No," Santana says, holding her hands up, "They can stay and sleep. When the kids wake up, they can all play. We'll meet later at the restaurant. Alright?"
Puck's about to say something snippy, she can just tell. But Rachel quickly defuses the situation and says something about how that's a great idea because she and Puck can look around town. They leave after that. Santana and Finn crawl back into bed and nap for a few hours before getting woken up by Nick.
They actually have a fun time hanging out with the three boys; which Santana didn't totally expect (look, she loves Nick and he's a good boy. But Jack and Danny, they're the spawn of two of the most annoying people she knows. She was worried about them).
She loves watching Finn with the boys, how he plays with them all equally and doesn't neglect any of them. She also likes the fact that he is able to get them to calm down when they get too hyper. She already knew he was a good dad but this just shows her that he can handle it under pressure.
Around dinner time, they head over to the pizzeria. Puck and Rachel aren't there yet but they go ahead and start getting dinner ready anyways. Finn's in the front with the kids while Santana goes to the back to help out Paul and Steve.
She feels like she's not a part of the restaurant since she's never here helping since she's gotten pregnant. She knows a lot of the time she just stays home because Paul, Steven or Finn treats her like a glass doll that's going to break at any moment.
But she still can't help but feel a little bummed out.
Finally, Puck and Rachel show up; which really is good timing because they were finished cooking their meal. Rachel doesn't seem all that happy and Puck seems pretty damn pissy himself. Santana just hopes they don't like, fight around them. She can't take that stress right now.
Dinner is pretty awkward. Puck and Rachel barely look at each other. Finn's like itching to ask what's going on but keeps his mouth shut because Santana's giving him that look that's basically telling him not to start shit.
The kids are just talking about how cool it's going to be when Santana has her baby. Apparently the twins know exactly where babies come from and Santana has to cover Nick's ears before he hears anything too dirty.
She doesn't want her baby boy corrupted just yet. And he does not need to hear about how a baby gets pushed out of a woman's vagina by two very vulgar children.
She knows Rachel's embarrassed by his kids language. She knows that it was Puck who probably taught them that. Hell, she's pretty damn sure it was him given the way he's laughing as Santana's trying to keep her son's innocence.
This little moment didn't seem to make things any better for Rachel and Puck because the girl's glaring hard at him, calling him immature and childish.
They thankfully refrain from fighting until they get back to Finn and Santana's house for dessert.
"No, you're insensitive and rude and just an idiot!" Rachel screams, tossing her bag at him.
"You're just being a little, prissy bitch, Rachel!" He screams back at her, throwing her purse across the room.
"Can you please stop throwing shit around in my house?" Santana says, getting a little pissy at them herself.
Finn's got the boys all off in the unfinished nursery, trying to distract them.
"I'm sorry, Santana," Rachel says through sobs.
"Stop crying," Puck groans.
"Don't tell me what to do!" Rachel screams at him.
Santana shakes her head at they both continue to argue. Eventually Rachel calls him a piece of shit and storms out. Puck flops onto her couch and says he's crashing there for the night.
"What are they even fighting about?" Finn asks later when they're lying in bed.
"No clue." Santana tells him honestly. "But it looks pretty damn bad."
"We won't be like that, right?"
"If you don't piss me off we won't." She teases.
He laughs a little and kisses her goodnight a few times before she actually starts to doze off.
When she wakes up, she can hear Rachel and Puck arguing again. She's pretty annoyed that they're in her house, yelling at each other. She really doesn't want Nick to be around all this fighting.
She decides to just ignore it and go back to sleep. But then she hears, 'Santana's gonna be so pissed at you.' And she kind of can't ignore that.
She gets out of bed and goes into the living room and is immediately assaulted by the view of her son and the freshly cut mo' hawk on his head. Her eyes go wide and she looks up at Puck and Finn, both smiling like the idiots they are.
"What the hell did you do to my son's hair?" She snaps.
"We thought it would look cool," Finn says, moving toward her.
"How dare you!"
"What?"
"You had no right."
"Are you being serious right now?" She crosses her arms over her chest, "He's my son too, Santana. I can decide shit like this."
"No, no you don't. You don't get to decide! He's my son. I raised him. I gave birth to him. And I decide what kind of haircuts he gets."
"You're being crazy right now."
Santana quirks up her eyebrows at him, "Oh, you haven't seen crazy, Finn."
Nick knows when it's time to leave a room, and he does. Santana's happy he does too because her and Finn get into a huge fight. They scream a lot of different insults at each other. Puck and Rachel even get into it again.
"You're just a stupid, immature little boy that accidentally got me pregnant, Finn!"
"And you're just some slut I knocked up!" He yells back. The moment the words leave his mouth, he has a look of horror on his face. "Santana…I'm so sor—"
"No," She cuts him off. "Get out."
"What?"
"Get out of my house!" She shouts, "Get the fuck out!"
"Santana…if I walk out that door, I'm never coming back."
"So? I don't fucking need you! I did just fine without you before and I'll do fine again."
"I'm serious." He says.
"Good. Now go."
They stand there, staring at each other for a few seconds before he storms out, slamming the door behind him.
"Fuck," Puck says, running his hand through his hair. "That was intense."
Rachel turns on him then, "It's entirely your fault!" She screams at him, "You ruin everything!"
"Fuck off, Rachel."
"You get the fuck out too," Santana snaps because no way is she going to stand there and let Puck talk like that to Rachel.
Puck shakes his head at them and leaves quietly.
A few minutes later, Nick comes out of the room, crying his little eyes out.
"Mommy…" He says through sobs, "Is daddy really never coming back?"
Santana takes a deep breath, feeling the tears begin to well up in her eyes. She leans down to him and wraps her arms around him. "Shh, baby…we'll be ok."
He starts to hyperventilate a little as he cries, "I don't want daddy to go."
She shakes her head, "Even if mommy and daddy aren't together, you can still see him."
"But…" He sobs, "You love each other." He says all broken and mispronounced through his tears.
"Nicholas, stop crying. Daddy will come back for you." Is all she says, deciding not to get into the whole love thing with him; because yes, she loves Finn. But sometimes things get screwed up.
She knows it's a stupid thing to fight over but she's mad he didn't ask her if this was alright. Her son's hair is all kinds of messed up because Puck doesn't know how to cut hair worth a damn. Plus his hair is way too shaggy to be a mo' hawk.
She's just pissed and she didn't mean for the fight to go that far but it did. She's not going to be all ok with what he said to her. She's not going to forgive and forget that. Because it's obviously what he thinks about her.
After she's got Nick to calm down a bit, she pulls the scissors and razor out and begins to work on making his hair look a little better.
"So…what are you and Puck fighting about anyways?" Santana asks Rachel while their boys are all playing in the living room.
Nick's still obviously upset about Finn leaving but he's trying to be a good boy and pretend to be having a fun.
"Not now, Santana. I'll tell you later tonight."
Santana nods a little. She can wait to find out.