Unexpectedly Yours
24.
Santana's point of view
From the time that I printed the lyrics of the song out to the last minute before I sang to her, I practiced. I sang the song in the shower. I hummed its melody in the car, which got me some strange stares. I sang quietly in the hallways in between my classes.
Brittany looked at me weirdly, but I told what was going on.
"Aww," she said and didn't bring it up again.
I was less nervous as the time rolled on which was wonderful. I wanted my performance for Quinn to be as genuine as possible. Not forced and not overacted or over dramatic.
"What are you doing?" Quinn asked me.
"Nothing!" I replied and quickly stopped humming the song for the period of time that she caught me.
Quinn's point of view
What is she doing? Is she second-guessing us? Is that a song she's humming?
"Santana, please tell me…are we okay?"
"Oh my God, Quinn please don't worry…we are more than fine. We're in love with each other, are we not?"
"Yes, we are, but…you're acting strangely."
"I'm acting strangely cuz I have a surprise for you," she said.
She saw me take a huge deep breath.
"Trust me, Beautiful, we are great…no, more than great," she said and kissed my forehead.
"If we…aren't, um, we need to come to each other ASAP and talk it through," I said and extended my hand for a handshake.
"Agreed!" she said as she shook my hand.
"I love you, San!"
"I love you, Q!" she said as we still held hands.
My Mom surprisingly called the Thursday night before we left for the cabin.
"San, it's my Mom," I yelled to her when I picked up my phone and saw her name flash over the caller id.
"Pick it up," she yelled back, "Why we yellin'?"
I laughed and then answered the phone and said, "Hello?"
"Hi, Quinn, it's your Mom," she said.
"Hi, Mom," I said.
"How are you…and Santana," she asked.
"We are great! We are going away this weekend. It's our six month anniversary," I said overly excited. Santana noticed and smiled.
"That's wonderful. I actually would like to talk to you both, if I may?" she asked.
"Sure, hold on…" I said and then covered the phone with my hand so that my Mom couldn't hear.
"San, she wants to talk with us. Come on over, please?" I said nervously.
Santana cautiously walked over and sat down next to me.
I pressed the button for the speaker function.
"Ok, Mom….um, you're on speaker and Santana's here too."
"Hello, Mrs. Fabray," Santana said politely.
"Hello, Santana. How is the new apartment?"
"It is wonderful!" San replied as she looked around to take where she was in.
Then I cut in. "Mom, is there something we can do for you?"
"Um, actually that's why I'm calling," my Mom started, but I think Santana thought she knew where this conversation might be heading.
"Mrs. Fabray, before you continue, tomorrow we are heading up to Quinn's cabin to celebrate our six month anniversary, like you daughter told you. I'd like very much for this time to be spent enjoying one another's company and celebrating this milestone anniversary. If you're about to say something negative about me or our relationship, could you please refrain until after we come back? I give you my promise that we'll call you and then you'll have the opportunity to say whatever you feel you need to express," Santana said as respectfully as possible.
I reached for her hand and smiled at her.
"Wow! That was the most polite 'fuck off' I've ever received," Mrs. Fabray said.
There was complete dead silence for a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity to both Santana and me.
Then we heard a hearty laugh. My Mom was actually laughing at what was going on.
Santana looked at me and I looked at her.
"Mom, are you drinking?" I asked.
"Oh, no dear, I'm not," she said honestly.
"Mrs. Fabray, I want to…" Santana started to say.
"Calm down, Santana. It's totally fine. Quinn found herself a protector," my Mom noted.
"I'd lay down my life," Santana half whispered, half said.
"I know you would. Ok, now can I tell you why I'm actually calling?" my Mom asked.
"Yes, Mom, please go ahead," I said as my nerves were beginning to go away.
"Thank you. I know that you're just starting to plan your wedding, am I correct?"
"Yes, you are," Santana said.
"Are you thinking about how you are planning to pay for it," my Mom asked.
"Yes, we are," I said, "We've decided that we want something very small. But that is pretty much all we've decided. We won't be able to afford anything extravagant considering our situation."
"I'd like to take that burden off of your shoulders," my Mom announced.
"Mrs. Fabray, what do you mean exactly," Santana asked for clarity.
"Geez, for someone who's pretty smart, Santana, do you need me to spell it out for you?"
"Mom!" I yelled in Santana's defense.
"No, Quinn, it's fine. And I kinda asked for it! Yes, Mrs. Fabray, spell it out for us," Santana said.
"I'm paying for your wedding," my Mom said with a sense of finality in her voice.
Santana and I looked at each other and smiled hugely.
"Hello," my Mom yelled.
"Is this a joke," I asked unbelievingly.
"No, Quinn, it's not," she replied.
"Can I ask a question," Santana asked.
"Of course."
"Why?" Santana asked simply.
"Yes, why?" I repeated.
"After much thought about you, Santana, and the relationship that you're building together I finally came to my senses and realized that you are truly, truly happy, are you not?"
"I am beyond happy, Mom…" I said.
"Well, I've decided rather than trying to intervene I'll get out of the way so you can have the fairy tale…" she said.
I heard Santana chuckled and so did my Mom because she said, "Yes, Santana, the 'evil queen' has left the building…"
Quinn looked at me suspiciously.
"Those were her words," she said and held her hands up in defense.
"Yes, they were…do you accept my offer?"
"Um, Mom, I truly appreciate it. Would you mind if my fiancée and I discuss it," I asked.
"Sure, Quinn. I would very much like to do this for you."
"Does anyone else know about this," Santana asked.
"No, Santana, I'm not looking for acceptance from anyone…well that's not exactly true," my Mom said.
"Here it comes," Santana said defensively and sarcastically.
"I'm looking for acceptance and forgiveness from my daughter and her future wife," my Mom said honestly.
Santana's mouth dropped open in amazement.
I had to say what was on my mind during the whole conversation. "Um, Mom, do you think that if we take your generous offer that we will forget how you treated our relationship? Do you think that everything will go back to the dysfunctional world that we lived in before Santana walked into my life?"
"I don't ever want to go back to our old ways, Quinn. We didn't talk and I disowned you for loving who you loved. I do, however, want to go forward and try to create a better and stronger relationship with you. Do I think that this offer will totally erase what I did? No, I don't. I understand that I hurt you. I am hoping that you'll accept this offer as a kind gesture. I am hopeful for the future…" my Mom said.
"You can't expect any more than that, Quinn," Santana said and smiled.
"Listen to your future wife. She loves you and wouldn't let you believe anything that isn't true," my Mom suggested.
"Ok, Mom, we will think about it and let you know by the time we go to sleep tonight," I said.
"Thank you, Mrs. Fabray," Santana said humbly.
"You're welcome. Text me later, okay?" my Mom asked.
"Yes, we will. Thank you, Mom. Oh I should thank Dad too," Quinn remembered.
"What for?" my Mom asked shortly.
"For offering to help us…" Quinn said hesitantly.
"He has nothing to do with it," Mom said smugly.
"He doesn't know," Santana asked.
"No, he doesn't. And he doesn't need to. I'd like to keep this between the three of us. If you'll allow me this opportunity, I'll deposit the money into your account. And should you need more, just let me know," my Mom said.
Santana and I looked at each other in surprise.
"Ok, thank you, Mrs. Fabray," Santana said after a second.
"Talk to you later," my Mom said.
And then she hung up.
Santana's point of view
"Um, okay, did that just happen?" I asked.
She leaned over and kissed me passionately on my lips. We sat there in the kiss for a few minutes as we let our tongues explore each other's mouths. When air became an issue she broke the kiss.
"Holy shit," I replied and she smiled.
"Ok, what do we do," she asked.
"Um, to me, it's a no brainer…"
"Explain," she asked.
"Well, she's changed her mind a little about me and about us. I'm just afraid that if we don't accept this offer she might, not regress totally, but slip back a little to her semi-closed mindedness. And that's not fair to you," I explained.
"She wasn't being fair to you either, Santana," she pointed out.
"But, Beautiful, you're her daughter. I'm just someone who interrupted her happy life of denial," I said and clapped my hands in front of my chest.
"Happy life of denial, huh," she said and smiled.
"Yup…" I replied.
"Ok, ok, what do we tell people when if they ask how we're paying for our wedding," she asked.
"Well, if it's our parents, we tell 'em the truth. If it's anyone else, it's really none of their business," I rationalized.
"That sounds good. I don't want to disrespect your parents at all, so I think after we decide we should call them together," she thought.
"I love you," I said and leaned forward for another kiss. It was sweet and passionate.
I get the privilege to kiss Quinn Fabray for the rest of my life! Sweet!
I broke the kiss and moved the cell phone closer to her on the table. She looked down at it hesitantly.
"Text her," I encouraged sweetly.
She picked the phone and opened a new text message and while she typed the message she said, "Mom…Santana and I want to thank you again for your offer. We are flattered and humbled. We've discussed it and have decided to take you up on it…"
"Tell her that I need to tell my parents," I asked.
Quinn continued, "Santana feels, as do I, that it might look a little disrespectful to her parents if they don't hear the news from her. So when I finish texting you we're going to call them. I hope you understand. Thank you. I luv ya, Quinn"
I nodded and watched her hit the send button.
"Wow! This is amazing. Did that just happen?" she asked and smiled widely.
"Yes, Beautiful, it did," I said and smiled.
Quinn's phone beeped and she had received a message from her Mom.
She read, "Quinn and Santana, thank you for trusting me enough to accept my offer. Of course please let Santana's parents know. As to whomever else you tell that is up to you, but don't announce it in the papers or anything…will be in touch. Have a nice 6-month anniversary weekend. ~ Mom"
I watched as the love of my life smiled contently.
"You okay, Beautiful?" I asked.
"Yes, for the first time in a long time I feel like I could finally get back the family I had when I was a child. And it feels great!"
"Wonderful. I love you," I said and leaned over to peck her lips. She grabbed them and kissed me passionately. I caressed her cheek with my palm while she played with my black hair.
A few minutes after, I pulled my cell out and dialed home.
"Hello," my Mami answered.
"Hi, Mami," I said excitedly.
"Hey, San, how are you and Quinn?"
"We're great, Maribel," Quinn answered.
"We have news. Is Dad around," I said.
"Alex…Come here, it's San and Quinn…"
"Hello, ladies…How's the apartment?" my Dad asked.
"Great!" we both said.
"What's the news?" my Mom asked.
"Well, my Mom called us earlier this evening," Quinn started.
"Oh, my, how did that go?" my Mom asked genuinely.
"Actually it went way better than we thought it would. She made us a genuine offer…" Quinn continued.
"Oh yea, what's that?" my Dad asked.
"She offered to pay for our wedding," Quinn said.
"She offered to pay for your wedding," my Mom repeated, but it sounded like more of a question.
"Yea, she did," I commented.
"And did you accept the offer," my Dad asked.
"Yes, Alex, we did. We thought about it and came to a mutual decision. I texted her to let her know that we accepted it and that Santana felt, as did I, that it was important that we tell you ourselves…" Quinn said.
"Well, thank you. We appreciate it. Don't misuse her offer, mija," my Mom suggested.
"Oh, no, we don't intend to," I said.
"Yes, we've settled on having a small wedding and this weekend we are going to my cabin for our six month anniversary and will be planning the rest during that time," Quinn said happily.
"That's great, you two," my Mom said proudly.
"Have a good time this weekend. Be safe driving!" my Dad said.
"We will! We're leaving as soon as school is over! I can't wait!" Quinn said excitedly.
"Great. Good night," my Mom said.
"Love you both," I said.
"Love you both," my Dad said.
Then I hung up.
After I placed the phone down, Quinn lunged at me and wrapped her arms around me. I did the same to her as soon as I felt the contact of her chest hit my own.
"Hmm…I love your hugs," I told her with a smile.
"Well, I love you," she replied and then kissed me passionately. We ended up on the couch for a few heavenly hours.
Then we finished packing so we could leave after school tomorrow.
When we got into bed that night, we immediately wrapped each other up in our arms. Her chin was on my chest so she looked up and said, "Santana."
"Yes, Beautiful," I answered as I looked down into her hazel eyes.
"I love you more than my life. If you were in danger, I'd proudly rescue you. You are my happily ever after. Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for being by my side through everything that has happened. I don't think I could have done it without you," Quinn said with a shaky voice.
"Quinn, we've come so far together in only six months and we have so far to go. I never, ever thought that I'd be good enough for you. I still get goose bumps when I think back to the day when I told you I had feelings for you. I remember all of our kisses and where they happened. I remember the first time we made love. I am so excited to be going back there to make new memories together. Life is a journey and I'm so glad we're taking the ride together," I said with tears in my eyes.
She extended her hand to wipe the tears away, but I caught it and kissed it sweetly. Then I did the same thing to her.
We fell asleep shortly after that
The next morning, I got up first and immediately ran to Quinn's guitar.
"What are you doing?" she asked groggily from our bed.
"I'm packing your guitar, if that's okay?" I asked.
"Absolutely," she said, got up and went to shower quickly.
While she was gone I strummed the first few chords of the song that I couldn't wait to sing to Quinn.
I hope she likes it!
Then we packed the car up with our backpacks, suitcases and the guitar. We both prayed that our day at school would be done quickly.
As the last bell of the day rung, Quinn and I ran to the doors.
"Have a good weekend," Rachel yelled at us as we bolted.
"Thank you, Rachel," Quinn yelled back.
We got into the car, but before she turned on the ignition, she leaned toward me and kissed me sweetly. We gravitated in that position for a while.
"Happy six month anniversary, Santana," she said with tears in her eyes.
"Happy six month anniversary, Quinn. I love you," I said, smiled, and wiped the tears away.
She smiled from her heart at me and I immediately melted.
I gave her another longing kiss and placed my hands on her swan neck.
"Santana," she moaned in the kiss.
"Quinn," I moaned back.
When the kiss was finished, she leaned up and whispered, "Wait for tonight."
I blushed and she saw it. Then she turned the ignition to the car and sped off.
Quinn's point of view
Santana held my free hand the entire ride to my, no our, cabin. We drove in completely comfortable silence. The only audible noises were the content sighs that came from her and me.
"Quinn," she asked to break the silence.
"Yes, Baby," I answered.
"Why do you want to marry me," she asked shyly.
"Why do I want to marry you," I repeated because she looked scared.
"Yes, I just wanna know, that's all," I said.
"Well, Santana, I want to marry you first and foremost because I absolutely and utterly love and adore you," I said as honestly as I could.
"You do," she questioned meekly.
"Santana, of course I do," I said as I stole a glance at her.
"You love all of me," she asked as she pushed her glasses backward on her nose.
"Santana, absolutely. I love your heart and your bravery, and your, well…YOU!" I said and smiled widely.
She chuckled. "I'm sorry…before you came into my life, I didn't think I deserved to be with anyone. If I couldn't make my friendship with Brittany work, I wondered how I'd be able to keep a romantic relationship work. You know?"
"Kinda…before you came into my life, I was just going through the motions. I had Puck and he really was an okay boyfriend, but I felt there was something missing…something that I couldn't describe but I can now," I said.
"What is it?"
"Well, my dear, it's you. It's how you make me feel. It's how I don't have to conform to any expectations. It's how I can just be Quinn and you're okay with that," I revealed.
"I'm more than okay with it cuz you're amazing," she said and smiled.
I squeezed her hand. "Are we good," I asked hopeful.
"We were never, um, bad," she responded and giggled a little.
"Oh, good. Can I ask what made you bring that up," I asked.
"I was just thinking that I didn't deserve you and I didn't deserve what we give to each other," she said as she stared out of the window at the scenery.
I didn't answer her. Instead I put on my blinker and pulled over to the side of the road. I turned to face her and then said, "Santana, listen to me, okay?"
She nodded. Then she lowered her head to hide the tears that had begun to stream down her cheeks. I picked her chin up slightly and wiped the tears away with my thumbs.
"I don't want you to ever second guess or think you don't deserve what we have. You do and I do. I'll always be here for you no matter what happens," I said seriously.
She nodded her head because I think that was all she could do because of her emotions.
"I am so…lucky…." she said and smiled through the tears.
"No, my Baby, I am. It is because of your bravery that we are sitting here together celebrating our six month anniversary," I stated boldly.
"I only did what my heart told me to do," she said and shrugged her shoulders.
"Don't play it down, my dear," I scolded gently.
"But it's true, Beautiful," she said.
I picked up my hand and gently placed it on her heart and said, "Right here, is where I want to live for the rest of my life."
"That can definitely be arranged," she said as she covered my hand with her own.
We both chuckled. We stayed in this position for a few minutes as we looked deeply into each other's eyes. I loved her hazel eyes especially when she bore into my soul like they were doing at that moment.
After a few more minutes, we travelled the rest of the way to our cabin. We unloaded the car and decided not to go to the grocery store then. We actually ordered food and had it delivered.
Santana's point of view
"Hey, Beautiful," I asked her as we were sitting together in front of the fireplace.
"Yes, Baby," she answered lovingly.
"Can I give your gift now," I asked eagerly.
"Yay!" she said and clapped her hands.
I got up from my seat besides her and retrieved her guitar.
"Ok, I've been practicing this all week so I really hope you like it," I said.
Before I started the song, she leaned forward and kissed me. After she separated her lips from mine it took me a few seconds to catch my breath.
As soon as I did, I strummed the first few chords on the guitar and began the song.
I've been a walking heartache
I've made a mess of me
The person that I've been lately
Ain't who I wanna be
I looked up from the guitar to her eyes. I noticed that her position on the couch and her eyes never moved off of me.
But you stay here right beside me
Watch as the storm blows through
And I need you
I smiled at her brightly.
Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you
I looked at up and saw her swaying to the music. She bobbed her head also to the song.
There's more here than what were seeing
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel lovely
Could somehow fall for me
You'll always be love's great martyr
And I'll be the flattered fool
And I need you
Yeah!
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you
I placed the guitar down and grabbed her hands from her lap. I kissed each of her palms and then I squeezed her hands tightly as I sang.
On my own I'm only
Half of what I could be
I can't do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered
I pray we never undo
Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you, gave me you
He gave me you
As soon as I finished the last line, we both leaned forward and kissed each other passionately.
Author's Note: The song is "God Gave Me You" by Blake Shelton. I heard it this week and I thought it was perfect for this story.
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