Unexpectedly Yours
17.
Quinn's point of view
Santana has no trouble with confronting and overcoming her fears.
"Are you ever afraid?" I asked her as we lay in bed.
"Hmmm…I guess so," she said as she kissed the top of my head.
"Please tell me," I asked lovingly.
"Well, I, um, try not to let fear run my life and that's why I try to do things that scare me. Ya know to prove to myself that it shouldn't scare me…"
I smiled.
"There were three times that I was very scared. Want me to tell you about them?" she asked.
"Yes, only if you're comfortable."
"Of course, you're going to be my wife. Ok, the first thing was when I discovered I was gay…"
"How did you figure that out," I asked curiously.
"Well, looking back on it, it was easy. I just wasn't attracted to boys. I wanted to hang out with them, but not date them…The second thing that scared me was coming out to myself first and then my family," she said and repositioned herself in my arms. She wanted to be able to look at me as we talked.
"I get it, Baby!" I said and smiled.
"Luckily, my parents are accepting as you know. My grandmother is, but I don't think she truly understands. My parents told me that she'd love me no matter what…"
"What's the third thing that you were afraid of?" I asked.
"Um, this is going to sound dumb," she said and got nervous.
"Santana, I'm going to be your wife no matter what. I want to know," I said and smiled.
"Ok, the last thing that I feared was you…" she said.
I motioned for her to get up so we could talk face-to-face.
"Why were you fearful of me," I asked with a smile on my face.
Santana's point of view
Why is she smiling? Is she passing gas or something?
"Um, I had been so attracted to you for a long time…" I started to say.
"You're not attracted to me anymore," she asked and pouted playfully.
"God, that's not what I mean. I'll be attracted to you until the day I die, Quinn, please know that," I said honestly.
"Hey, San, calm down…I was kidding," she said and smiled brightly. She patted my knee in reassurance.
"Whew!" I said and chuckled.
"Go ahead," she encouraged.
"Well, there were so many obstacles that I saw with us. The first one was if you could see yourself being with me. I know I'm not the prettiest or best dressed…I'm a bona fide nerd…"
"You should know that stuff doesn't matter," she said seriously.
"I do now, but it shocked the hell out of me when you showed up here that first night. I just knew…" I trailed off.
"Knew what, Baby?" she asked.
"That I'd love you for the rest of my life," I said, sat there, and stared at her.
Quinn Fabray is actually mine and I am hers. This is still surreal to me. She is looking at me so lovingly right now. What should I do?
As if she could read my mind, she reached out for me and pulled me into her for a warm and tight hug. The way she pulled me made my head hit her chest. She used this to her benefit as she kissed me there.
"Are you fearful of anything now, my love," she asked passionately.
"Um, just one thing," I replied.
"Oh, and what might that be?"
"Not being able to show you how much I love you every day," I answered honestly.
Quinn pushed me off of her so she could look me in my eyes.
"Listen to me, Santana, you don't have to worry about that. I know you love me every day and I hope you know that I love you," she said.
All I could do was shake my head up and down.
"When it comes to you and me, you don't have to be fearful of anything else because we'll get through it together. Kiss me if you understand."
I leaned over and enveloped her lips with my own. It wasn't a total make out kiss. It was more innocent and chaste. But that kiss held a lot of meaning to it.
She broke this kiss and said, "Good…now if you don't mind, I'd like for you to make love with me."
Santana's parents from downstairs
"Santana and Quinn, we are going out for a while…"
Then the door slammed shut.
Quinn's point of view
I smiled sexily. This made her lung forward and push me back onto the mattress.
"Whoa!" I yelled and then chuckled.
"You okay?" she asked as she became aware that she might have hurt me.
"Yea, Baby, I'm fine. Kiss me again," I said.
She leaned forward and hovered over my body. She bent her head down and grabbed my lips with her own.
"Santana," I moaned as she began to grope my boobs.
"Quinn," she moaned back as she closed her eyes and let her hands do the exploring.
We both undressed each other quickly and then we made love to each other. Our bodies meshed perfectly together almost like we were one. We screamed, cried in ecstasy, and moaned because of everything we did to each other.
After it was over I asked. "Hey, Santana…"
"Yes," she said contently.
"I know you proposed to me, but I was wondering…"
"What Quinn?"
"Will you do the honor of taking my last name when we get married?"
She looked into my eyes and smiled brightly and said, "Santana Fabray, huh?"
"Yes, has a nice ring to it," I said hopeful.
"You better believe it does!" she said.
"So is that a yes?" I asked.
"It's a resounding yes, Beautiful!"
"Wow! It's that easy?" I asked shocked and humbled.
"What? You thought I was gonna say no or something?" she asked and with a smile.
"I was prepared to get down on my knee to ask you," I offered.
"Man…now I wish I that I hadn't said yes so quickly…"
With that, I got up from our bed and got down on my knee in front of her.
"Quinn!" she yelled.
"What?" I asked.
"Nothing…" she said as she sat up and hung her legs off the side of the bed.
"Santana, I love you with my whole heart and with everything I have now and everything I will ever get in the future. Would you please make the happiest woman alive by becoming 'Mrs. Santana Fabray'?"
She leaned down and kissed me passionately.
"I've never had a naked proposal before," she whispered in the kiss.
"There's a first time for everything, I suppose," I said.
"First and only time," she replied.
"Darn tooting!" I said and kissed her again.
At Rachel's house, Brittany's point of view
I really want to tell Rachel that I am in love with her. How should I do it? In a note? In person? Text? No, not in a text. That would be too vague. I want her to know and not question it.
Rachel was looking at me with a puzzled look on her face, which was so cute.
"Hey, Brittany, what's up? You having a Math problem?" she asked and smiled.
It took me a second to think about what she said, but as soon as it did, I smiled brightly.
"Good one…"
She smiled, but said, "Seriously though, are you okay? It looks like you want to say something."
"I do, but I just don't know how it'll come out and how you'll take it," I said and looked down at my lap.
Rachel didn't say anything. She looked like a sad puppy.
"Are you breaking up with me?"
My head shot up and I looked her in the eyes.
"No, Rachel, no…I swear!"
Rachel took a big sigh of relief and then said, "Well, whatever it is can it wait until after I use the restroom?"
"Oh, yea. No worries!"
"Ok, I'll be right back," she said, got up, walked over to kiss me on the forehead, and then she left the room.
I then hurriedly tried to make our surroundings the most romantic as possible. I dimmed her desk lamp as I threw a small sheet over it. That helped a little. Unfortunately her flowers from Valentine's Day had died. Before she walked back into her room, I sat on her bed and faced the door. I thought about removing an item of clothing, but decided against it. I wanted her to know that my feelings are beyond true for her. Before I had time to overthink this she walked into the room.
"Brittany, what's this?" she asked as she closed the door behind her. She stood still and looked at me.
"Rachel, come here," I asked and extended my hand to her. She grabbed it with no questions asked. I pulled her to the edge of the bed where I knelt.
"I want to tell you something. I hope you can forgive the location. It's just that if I don't get this out of my heart and into your mind, I might combust and that would be very messy," I said and chuckled.
She smiled at my attempt of a joke.
"Brittany, what is it?"
"Rachel, these last few months have been the best of my life…" I started.
Then she smiled and I lost my train of thought. I believe that she sensed this so she helped me out and said, "I also have been having a blast with you…except when you pushed me off your bed!"
"That wasn't intentional," I protested and smiled.
She laughed. I was so turned on when she did that. I loved her smile.
"I know…"
"May I continue please?" I asked.
"Please," she said as I grabbed both of her hands with my own.
"I wanted to tell you this at the top of the Eiffel Tower, but I can't afford that, but maybe in the future," I sidetracked.
She smiled and then said, "Brittany, what is it already?"
"I…want to tell you…"
"Yes?" she egged me on.
"Rachel Barbra Berry…I love you! Totally in love…"
Then I smiled.
Rachel's point of view
Did she just say she loves me? Am I hallucinating? Is this for real?
"Brittany, um, are you sure?"
Her expression, which was full of love and light disappeared and was replaced with an expression of sadness and rejection.
"Rachel…" she said with tears that fell quickly down her face. She wiped them away furiously, but they kept falling. She didn't know what to do so she hastily packed up her stuff and ran out of my house. I couldn't catch up with her because I was still in shock with what she said. As soon as our front door slammed shut, I burst into tears. I reached for my phone to text her.
Brittany's point of view
What the fuck just happened? I told my girlfriend that I loved her and she asked me if I was sure. If I wasn't I wouldn't have told her.
Just then my phone beeped.
"Brittany, come back inside…R."
I didn't respond. Instead I texted Santana, "Can I come over?"
Santana's point of view
I reached for my phone when it buzzed.
"Oh, it's from Britt…She wants to come over…" I read it to Quinn who popped her head up from my chest.
I texted, "Come on over, B."
Quinn's point of view
"Before she gets here, I need to tell you something. Britt and I had a talk about Rachel. She wanted to tell her that she's in love with her."
Santana's expression changed immediately from happy to cold. I knew Snixx was on her way out.
"Santana, calm down," I pleaded.
"If that Hobbit hurt her, I'll…" she started.
"Be very angry, but not lash out?" I finished hopeful.
Just then there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Santana said.
"We're home," my Mami said, "Oh, and does this belong to you?"
She pulled Brittany into the doorway.
"Thanks, Mom…" Santana said and her Mom closed the door behind her.
Brittany ran up to Santana and threw her arms around her and started to sob.
Brittany's point of view
"What's wrong with me?" I cried.
"Nothing…Britt you know you're totally awesome…she's a fool." Santana said angrily.
"What happened," Quinn asked.
"Well, we were doing homework and I wanted to tell her. She went to use the bathroom and I tried to make her room as romantic as possible. When she came back, I told her. Do you know what she said, 'Are you sure?'" I said and started to cry again.
"She's toast tomorrow!" Santana said upset.
"No, Santana," I said, wiped the tears away, and looked at her. "This is my 'problem'…"
"But B, she hurt you…" Santana protested.
"I know, but I want to do this on my own. Treat her the same, please?"
"Ok, but I can go all Lima Heights on her. Just say the word!"
"Thank you…"
Just then my phone beeped. It was Rachel.
"Meet me in the choir room tomorrow afternoon, please. – R." I read aloud. I didn't respond.
Rachel's point of view
"I made a horrible mistake! What can I do to show her how I feel? Oh, I know…I can sing to her," I said aloud.
I went to find the CD that Brittany had made me for Valentine's Day. I looked at the list of all the songs that she put on it. Seeing that the song that I was thinking of wasn't on it, I immediately pulled out my laptop and Googled the lyrics for the song that would describe how I felt. I was going to prove my love for her!