Echo skipped into Rockefeller Centre closely followed behind by Quinn and Santana swinging their conjoined hands. Echo ran up and watched carolers singing while Santana leaned against the building.
"Are you cold?" Santana asked, as Quinn burrowed into her jacket farther. The blonde shook her head no, before she was pulled back by the waist into Santana's arms. The Latina ran her hands up and down the girls sides as they watched Echo play with some of the other kids in the square. Quinn tangled their gloved fingers together as they cuddled together for warmth. Santana's phone went off a few moments later, she grabbed it out of her pocket before putting it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey," Kurt exclaimed, "What's up?"
"Not a lot, at Rockefeller with Quinn and her daughter."
"Really?" She could hear the man smirking through the phone, "Luka and I were just going to get some lunch if you guys want to join us?"
"Hold up, let me ask Q." Santana covered the phone and turned to the blonde. "Kurt Hummel would like to know if we'd like to have lunch with him." Quinn looked over at Echo before looking back at Santana.
"She's playing, and I don't want to take her away." Quinn sighed, "Maybe another time?" Santana nodded before uncovering the phone.
"Hey, um I think we're gonna raincheck,"
"How about you guys stay there, we're not too far away. I wanna see her after all of this time. Plus, you haven't met Luka yet. Just hang out for a few, okay?" Kurt asked, Santana agreed before hanging up the phone.
"So evidently, Kurt and his man are going to come here and say hi," Santana sighed, "Sorry, I couldn't tell him no."
"It's fine." Quinn smiled. A few minutes passed as Kurt and his equally well dressed boyfriend strolled up to them.
"Quinn Fabray, you look amazing!" He exclaimed, gathering the blonde into a hug.
"So do you, Kurt!" Quinn smiled, before pulling away. "It's been so long. You got really tall!" The boy blushed.
"I grew like five inches when I hit 20, it was awkward."
"True story," Santana quipped, before turning to the other man. "Hi, I'm Santana." She stuck out her hand to the tall olive skinned man.
"Luka," He smiled, "I've heard a lot about you."
"Oh god." Santana groaned, "None of it good right?"
"Of course," He winked, before turning to the blonde, "It's lovely to meet you Quinn."
"You as well," She smiled, before she her attention was asked for by Echo tugging on her skirt. "Yes, E?"
"Hi," She said, as she noticed Kurt looking at her. "Mr. Hummel? From the theatre department? You teach the high school right?"
"That's right," He smiled, "Wow, I haven't seen you in like forever."
"Remember when we told you that we knew him from school babe?" Quinn said, Echo nodded, "Kur… Mr. Hummel was a friend of Santana's and mine. He knew you when you were a baby."
"Cool!"
"Sorry, Luka," Kurt said, "This is Beth, Quinn's daughter."
"Echo." Both blondes corrected him, "Elizabeth… but no one but my dad calls me Beth. I'm Echo."
"Well, Echo it's nice to meet you!" Luka smiled. Santana looked at Kurt and blushed when he raised his eyebrow at her and Quinn's conjoined hands.
"Mommy, I wanted to know if I can go to Karen's house." Echo asked, Quinn scrunched her face. Echo pointed to a similar aged little girl and her mother over by the rink. "She's at my school and she wanted to know if I can go play."
"Oh yeah. I have her older sister in my English class." Kurt stated waving to the mom.
"Come with me and we'll go talk to her mom, okay?" Quinn suggested as she took her daughters hand and walked over to the other parent. Santana smiled as she watched the young mother walk away.
"You got it bad." Kurt pointed out, causing Santana's head to snap back in his direction. "You got like smitten, post sex face going on." He said.
"Shut up," Santana tried to snap but it couldn't help but smiling. "Echo took us being together very well."
"She seems like a good kid," Kurt smiled, "Surprisingly overcoming the Puckerman genes." Kurt scoffed, "Babe, remember when we went to visit my dad and my stepbrothers idiot best friend was hanging around? That's that lovely little carbon copy of a blondes father."
"Really?" Luka exclaimed in surprise, "I mean… he's so…"
"Crass? Crude? Puck like?" Kurt offered.
"I don't really know him," Luka said trying not to offend anyone.
"And to think, my little Santana slept with both of them in high school." Kurt replied before getting punched in the arm by Santana. "Ouch."
"Don't be an ass," Luka stated rubbing the smaller man's arm. "He just seems a little self centered to be a parent."
"As far as I know, Puck hasn't seen her in a few years. They talk on the phone once in a while, but other than that." She shrugged, before feeling a warm body wrapped around her waist.
"My child is going to a upper west side penthouse. I'm worried," Quinn exclaimed, receiving odd looks from both men. "We live in a two bedroom in Brooklyn. She's never gonna wanna come home."
"Karen's family is nice," Kurt exclaimed, "I've taught the sister and the brother is in theatre with me. Good people."
"Good." Quinn smiled, "Okay it's freaking cold can we go somewhere?" Santana laughed and nodded as they followed the boys to the next destination.