Unexpectedly Yours
19.
Santana's point of view
The rest of the week flew by. Quinn and I packed up my room and made lists of everything she wanted to take from her house.
"Are you happy?" I asked insecurely.
"Beyond," she replied and smiled.
"No regrets?" I asked.
"None whatsoever…you?"
"Absolutely, not, I got the best thing in the whole universe," I said, "I got you!"
Quinn walked up to me and pulled me into her arms.
"I love you, Santana!"
"I love you, too, Quinn," I said happily.
I was truly in love and I'd never experienced anything close to this. This is how I knew.
"After we move, I want to us to start planning our wedding," I said boldly.
"Well, I thought we started…" she asked.
"That was just the tip of the iceberg, my dear," I said and winked.
"Ok, Mrs. Fabray!" she said and smiled cheekily.
Then I looked around nostalgically.
"I grew up in this room," I said and smiled.
"Yeah, you did," she said.
"I can't believe they're letting us move out," I said.
"They trust us. We need to earn this trust though. We need to go to school every day we have it. No excuses," she said authoritatively.
"Oh, I know. I want this to work out as much as you do, Beautiful!"
"Ok, good, that's settled. Now onto a more important topic…"
"And what's that," I asked.
"Wanna hold me as we fall asleep," she asked with a small smile.
"Come here," I said. And as she walked over I extended my hands to her and she extended hers to me. We grasped them. "That is one thing, my Beautiful Quinn, that you never need to ask me," I said securely.
"Oh, good," she said as she let go of one of my hands and led us to our bed for the final time in this room.
She unfolded the covers and climbed in. I watched her do this. She made everything better and fuller.
I started to get emotional.
"Santana, are you crying?"
"You're just so beautiful…you have enriched my life in so many wonderful ways…I now know what it feels like to feel loved completely," I said and wiped a falling tear off my cheek.
"Oh, Baby, come here," she said as she opened her arms up for me to cuddle with her. Once I got comfortable in bed and in her arms, she said, "Santana, I love you so much. I never knew that type of love existed in the world. I never knew that I could be so lucky to be experiencing it so young in my life. You have and are changing my life every day. I love you and thank you for doing this for me. We are going to have years and years of happiness ahead of us."
"You better believe it," I said.
"Every day with my whole heart," she said reassuringly.
We fell asleep a little while after that.
Quinn's point of view
I heard two sets of feet walk into our room early the next morning.
Are her parents watching us sleep?
"Quinn, wake up!' Brittany yelled.
I stirred, but didn't wake up.
"SANTANA," Rachel screamed.
"Should I get a cup of cold water," I heard Brittany asked Rachel.
"It couldn't hurt," I heard and then Brittany ran into our bathroom.
She came out with two full glasses of water.
"Ready…one…two…three!" Rachel said.
"If you think you're gonna throw water on me and get away with it, you are very sadly mistaken, Hobbit," Santana said with her eyes still closed.
"Then get up," Rachel demanded and kicked the mattress a few times.
"I love it when you act tough," Brittany whispered sexily into Rachel's ear, but it was loud enough.
"Eww…okay, okay, we're up," Santana said as she bolted up in the bed.
"Worked like a charm," Rachel teased and high fived her girlfriend.
"Let's get this road on the show," Brittany said and smiled.
Within a half hour, Santana and I were dressed and ate something quickly. Then we began to pack up our car, Britt's car, and Santana's parents' car. We all followed her Dad to the apartment and we learned how to get there from her house. It wasn't that difficult and it was closer to school, which meant we could leave at least five minutes later.
"Woo hoo!" Santana yelled when we figured that out.
We parked in front of the apartment and began to unload the boxes. We carried them in and marveled at the space we had.
"It's huge," I noticed.
"I know," Santana said happily.
Maribel had a camera with her. She aimed it at us and said, "Look over here!"
We both turned our heads, but the photo came out odd looking.
"Mami, at least give us more notice," Santana said.
"Sorry," she said.
"Can you take another one, please?" I asked.
"Sure, Quinn…" Maribel said as she gave us more time to get ready and find the perfect spot.
I pulled Santana outside and pushed her gently down onto the stoop.
"I love it when you're forceful, but later, Quinn," she said and winked.
I chuckled and said, "I want to sit on your lap for the photo!"
"Your wish is my command," she said and patted her lap.
I sat sideways across Santana's lap and threw my arms around her neck. As her Mom positioned the camera for the best angle, I whispered into Santana's ear.
"I love you with my whole heart!"
The biggest smile appeared on her face and then I smiled immediately.
Click!
"Oh my God, that looks great!" Maribel exclaimed and smiled brightly.
"Wonderful," Rachel said as she watched the whole scene.
We all went in and unloaded Santana's stuff. We put it out and then we had lunch, which was ordered by Alex.
"Are you nervous about going to your house," Brittany asked.
"Um, no, not really," I said, "My Dad gets it now. If my Mom decides to show, great…if not, that fine also."
"You're very brave," Maribel commented.
"No, really I'm not," I said honestly.
"Why do you say that, Beautiful?" Santana asked.
"San, all I'm doing is choosing to spend the rest of my life with you. Nothing brave about that…"
"True, but you're doing it with the full knowledge that your Dad is coming to terms still and that your Mom doesn't even care to," Santana said sadly.
"Santana, look at me," I said.
She looked into my eyes. I looked into hers and said, "It is truly okay. We are each other's family now. Well, us and these people here," I motioned to all of the people in the room who smiled brightly. Brittany waved. Santana chuckled when she saw that.
She leaned forward and attached her lips to mine. We stayed like this for a while.
Afterwards, we cleaned up and all headed over my house.
Once Santana and I got into our car, but before she started the ignition, I grabbed her hand and brought it up to kiss it.
"I love you. I hope you know that and that it doesn't get old hearing," I said.
"Never, Beautiful," she said and smiled. "Shall we?"
"We shall," I answered and as she drove away I texted my Dad.
"On the way. ~ Q"
"Okay," was the response I received.
Santana's point of view
As we all pulled into the driveway, her father was waiting on the porch and jogged down the stairs. He ran up to car and opened the door for his daughter. He extended his hand to her and she accepted it. Once Quinn was standing her Dad enveloped her in a hug.
"Hi, Dad," she said.
"Hi," was all he could say.
He broke the embrace and walked over to me.
"Hi, Mr. Fabray," I said and extended my hand for a handshake.
He brushed it aside and pulled me in for a hug.
"Whoa!" I said shocked.
"It's Stan, Santana, not Mr. Fabray," he said while he held me.
"Ok, Stan, thank you for giving me Quinn," I said and gently wrapped my arms around him.
He smiled as he released me from his grip.
He then walked over to my parents and said hello to Brittany and Rachel.
Then we all walked in and went straight to work. Quinn had forgotten about everything that she had in her room.
"Wow!" she said.
"What?" I asked.
"I keep a lot of stuff," she said and smiled.
"Bring it all, I wanna get to know the younger Quinn Fabray," I said excitedly.
'That's right. Even though it feels like we've been together for years, you missed a lot of stuff…I can't wait to tell you all about me," she said and kissed me.
"Maybe tonight we can start," I asked.
"Absolutely," I heard her say as I lifted the first full box. As I turned to walk away she smacked my ass.
"Hey," I yelled but smiled.
She chuckled and watched me leave the room.
Brittany's point of view
"Hey, S…heads up!" I said as I saw her coming down the stairs to their car. She flinched because she wasn't sure if I was throwing something at her.
"Oh, no, I meant turn around slowly and look across the street to the car that's trying to hide," I said and chuckled a little.
Santana's point of view
I turned my head to where Brittany was nonchalantly pointing. Down the street, in a parked car, was Quinn's Mom. She had on giant black glasses. She was trying really hard not to be seen. Oh well for her…
I started to walk towards her.
Mrs. Fabray's point of view
Is Santana walking towards me? I knew I should have parked farther down the street.
I turned my head to ignore her as she came right up to the car and lightly tapped on the window. Figuring that I had lost that fight. I rolled it down halfway.
"Yes," I asked bitchily.
"Do you plan on getting out?"
"I don't know," I said and looked down at my lap.
"Adults are freakin' confusing," she said angrily. She then began to walk over to the opposite side of the car. I almost hit the lock button, but something stopped me.
"May I get in?" she asked as politely as possible.
I nodded.
Okay, just hear her out.
She opened the door and got in. I took a glance at the house and saw her tall friend standing on the porch. Then she turned around and skipped back inside.
"That Brittany sure marches to the beat of her own drummer," I said and laughed.
"Now is not the time to decide to make fun of one of my best friends in the world," she said as she took some deep breaths.
"I'm sorry…why are you here, Santana," I asked getting right to the point.
"Simple…I am here because I love your daughter," she said and stared me down. Then she asked, "Do you?"
"Do I love my daughter?"
She nodded.
"Yes, I do," I answered and totally expected what I got next.
"You have a funny way of showing it, lady," she said and laughed not because it was funny, but because she didn't understand my answer.
"Is it me?" she asked suddenly serious.
"Um," I started to answer.
"Don't hold back now. We are beyond that right now," she said.
"Yes, it is you."
"Is it me as a person or my gender?"
I looked up at her and could see that she was getting emotional. The Santana Lopez I heard of wouldn't get emotional. If she did she'd hold it in.
"Both!"
"Ok, you gotta explain that to me, please. What did I do besides fall head over heels in love with your daughter?"
Her statement, which sounded like a question startled me.
"I…"
"You're not getting away without answering the question. I don't care how long it takes," she said and folded her arms across her body.
"Santana, you seem like a nice girl, but…" I started.
"You don't 'see' me with your daughter."
"To be fair, I don't see her with any woman," I answered.
"How is that being fair," she asked.
"What do you mean," I asked.
"You're not allowing your daughter to be the person she truly is. You're concentrating too much on who she is choosing to love and not on the idea that she is," she said.
"I'm confused."
"Understatement of the year!" she said and laughed.
"That might be, but please explain."
"Quinn is an amazing woman. She is someone that I see myself living happily ever after with…"
"Am I the 'evil queen' in this scenario?" I asked and smirked.
"I wasn't going in that direction, but yes, kinda, may I continue," she asked.
I nodded and kept quiet.
"Ok, Mrs. Fabray, I get that you don't know me…and I get that you may not want to know me, but I don't understand why you are acting like this towards your daughter. I promise you that I am a nice person…"
"I guess," I scoffed.
"I have a very loving and supportive family. My parents are here. If you'd like to venture out of the car, they'd be more than happy to meet you…" she hoped.
"I have some questions first and then we'll see…" I said.
"Please go ahead. I'll always be as truthful as possible with you," she said with sincerity in her voice.
"Ok, what is it about my daughter that makes you love her as much as you do?"
"Wow! How much time do you have?" she said, smiled, and then continued, "Your daughter makes me the happiest I've ever felt."
She saw me begin to ask the next logical question.
"I know that I'm young and haven't had too many experiences with love, but despite this Quinn gives me her unconditional love and she knows that she has mine in return. Happiness equals her love in my eyes. As long as she loves me I feel like I can accomplish anything."
"And what happens when she may not love you anymore," I asked harshly.
"If that day comes, we'll sit down and have a rational, adult conversation. If there's something I've done to make her feel this way, I apologize first and then do everything in my power to change it. Bottom line is that she is a wonderful person, woman, and my life is immensely filled because she chose to be a part of it. I am both blessed and lucky."
"What happens if you two just fall out of love," I asked concerned.
"Mrs. Fabray, I don't know what our future holds. The only thing I do know is that Quinn will always have my love and support for anything she chooses to accomplish. She is my entire life and I hope that I am hers."
"Who started all of this?" I asked.
"Actually our English teacher did…I owe her a debt of gratitude. If it weren't for her, I probably wouldn't be sitting in this car, having this conversation with you. I don't know if I'd have enough courage to have approached her if we weren't 'pushed' together."
"So you had feelings for my daughter for a while," I said as I gathered the information needed.
"Yes, Mrs. Fabray…After we got the assignment, we texted each other. A few minutes after a class ended we went to the football field. It provided us with a quiet atmosphere. A place to concentrate on the assignment and get to know each other."
"Did she run away when you told her that you had feelings for her?" I asked knowingly.
She looked surprised and asked, "How did you know that?"
"Family trait."
"At the time, I was hurt. She just up and left without any explanation or good-bye even," she said, got teary eyed at the memory, but continued, "I went home and was so sad. I put my iPod on, lay down on my bed, and began to sing a song. I had turned the volume up really loud and was shocked to find your daughter standing over me, laughing at my singing. I pulled the ear buds out of my ears and couldn't make complete sentences as we talked. I was shocked!"
"So you talked and from that fell in love? Is it that simple," I asked as I began to get sad.
"Yes, we did. Our love is so very simple and carefree. We complete each other wonderfully. Our courtship has been wonderful," she said and smiled.
"Courtship, huh? It sounds like you're getting married…" I said and half smiled.
"Um, um," she tried to stall. I could the see the panic in her eyes.
"Santana, are you two getting married…" I asked shocked.
"Not tomorrow or the next day, but she will be my wife…" she said proudly.
"You two love each other that much," I asked.
"Mrs. Fabray, I want to ask you to come into your house and see our interaction together. It's the real deal…totally authentic," she said.
"Ok," I said as I got out of the car.
I think I shocked her because she sat there for a couple of seconds.
"You coming," I asked as I started to walk away.
Santana's point of view
I walked with Mrs. Fabray into her house and I quickly got in front of her.
"Hey, Quinn," I said as I walked into her room.
"Hey, Baby, where were you," she asked as she walked up to me and planted a big kiss on my cheek.
"Um, I…" I started.
She looked into my eyes and asked, "Santana, what's wrong?"
"Oh, nothing's wrong. There's someone here to see you," I said as Quinn's Mom timidly walked into the room.
"Holy Streisand." Rachel shrieked, but then covered her mouth.
Brittany chuckled. Quinn looked at Rachel dumbly.
Then she looked directly at her mother.
"What is she doing here?" she asked me, but kept her eyes on her Mom.
"I, uh, want to talk with you. I just talked with Santana. She wanted me to come in and see your interaction." Mrs. Fabray said.
"Oh, you didn't want to on your own," Quinn spat.
There was silence. No one was going to interject. They didn't because we all knew Quinn was right.
Mrs. Fabray walked up to her daughter. We all tensed and got ready to react if necessary.
She went to caress Quinn's face. As soon as her hand was close enough, Quinn smacked it away and stared directly into her mother's eyes.
"I messed up," Mrs. Fabray said sadly as if the realization finally hit her.
"Yea, you did…" Quinn replied coldly.
Mrs. Fabray turned around and headed for the door.
I motioned to Quinn to try and stop her from leaving. I knew that she didn't have to and I'd support her decision. I was very happy that Quinn did though.
"Um, Mom," Quinn started.
"Yes," she turned around hopeful.
"You can help, um, pack, if you want to," Quinn said guardedly.
"I'd love to," her Mom said.
"And then maybe, if it's alright with Santana, we can have a talk," Quinn asked both her Mom and me.
"I'll support whatever want to do, Beautiful," I said and smiled at her. I caressed her cheek and she grabbed my hand. She brought it to her lips and kissed it.
"Thank you," she mouthed.
It's a start. A long journey ahead of her…of us…hopefully they can work it out.