Summer Vacation
Day 24
That was the best sleep I have ever had. It's probably because Rachel and I were kinda like rabbits last night. After the romantic birthday sexy times we did the romantic birthday cuddle times and then, like some switch just flipped, Rachel was on me. I don't know what happened. I mean, clearly I'm not complaining or anything, it was just a little crazy. And really good. Like, really good. All four times.
So, needless to say, I was quite spent and sleep came really easily.
It's 9:30 in the morning and Rachel is still sleeping. I'm thinking seven orgasms is a little exhausting... we worked pretty hard last night.
She is so beautiful. No matter what she's doing, she's the most beautiful person I've ever seen. She's just sleeping and I can't take my eyes off of her.
"Stop staring at me," Rachel whispers with her eyes still closed.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I lie as I continue to stare.
Her eyes pop open and she laughs the moment she catches my eye, "red handed."
I sigh and keep looking at her, "you're just so beautiful, I can't stop."
"Well, when you put it that way..." she shrugs, sleepily.
"Mhm," I hum as I brush a piece of hair off of her cheek.
"I know it's really out of character for me to do so, but I really want to go back to sleep-"
"So cut it out. Okay, I get it," I sigh and roll away to get out of bed. I'm not sleepy anymore.
"You're getting up?" Rachel pouts.
"I'm not tired. I would like to get dressed and get some coffee for the people that live in this house," I say as I make my out of the covers and off the bed.
"Oh," Rachel huffs, "I guess if you're getting me something it's okay that you're leaving me here all alone."
Oh my god, seriously? "I think you'll survive for an hour."
"If I must," she yawns and stretches, lifting out of the blanket enough so that her breasts are completely uncovered.
"Nice try," I laugh and exit the room with the clothes I had on yesterday. I hear her groan from across the hall and I can't help but laugh again.
Okay if Quinn's shit isn't out of here by the time we go to dinner tonight, I'm taking it to Breadstix and dumping it on her car.
To Q:
You have 11 hours to get your crap out of my room.
And just because:
To Q:
Love ya!
Now she can't get mad. How manipulative of me.
Somewhere in here is my stuff. I'll get back to when I find it.
Mmmm... coffee smell. Why is it so good? Papá always tells me I'm too young to love coffee so much. It's one of those times when I'd like him to be less of doctor.
Whatever, at least he's concerned. I bet my mother doesn't even know I drink coffee.
"Hey Santana!"
"Hi RJ," I greet my dear friend Quinn's new and first girlfriend, "oh hey, congrats! Quinn told me last night."
"Thanks," she sort of laughs out and looks back down to the counter. She has that dopey look on her face like she's so happy she doesn't know what to do with herself. Good. Quinn's awesome, she should be happy. "Hey, how did Rachel's birthday surprises go? Quinn told me all about your plans. They sounded pretty kick ass."
"They were and it was perfect, thanks. Are you coming tonight...?" of course I didn't think about that until it was out of my mouth. I really hope Quinn said something about this and I haven't like, ruined everything.
"To Breadstix?" oh thank god, "not sure yet. Quinn's still kind of iffy about it."
"Oh."
How was I supposed to respond?
"It's cool. I get it. This is really new for her. I really like her and whatever she needs, I'm cool with it," she smiles and shrugs. Then she looks over a little to the left towards the seating area. I follow where her eyes went and guess who's there?
Quinn!
I know that wasn't very tough.
Hey that's really cool and sweet... ew. She's still getting the terrifying "if you hurt my friend, I hurt you" speech.
"Anyways," RJ comes back to Earth, "I kind of have to do my job and take your order. There's a line occurring behind you."
"Ah, right, coffee. Hmm... I would like an iced non-fat grande Caffé Mocha, no whip, an iced grande Caramel Macchiato, soy, no whip, umm..." Hiram, Hiram, Hiram what does H want? "oh! A venti Caffé Amaricano, soy, no sugar and..." oh shit. Tea or coffee for Rach? She's probably still sleeping, "a grande iced Cinnamon Dolce with soy, no whip and no sugar. Rachel and her dads are using that plant sugar... stuff."
"Stevia?" RJ asks all smart.
"Yeah sure," I answer and pass her my debit card.
She laughs as she swipes it and then hands it back, "Those'll be done in a minute."
"Thanks. Maybe I'll see you later?" I say through one of those squinty, unsure faces.
"Maybe," she shrugs.
I can't really talk to her more due to the line that's probably been building since I got to the counter. So, I grab the cardboard tray filled with coffee cups and make my way over to my second favorite blonde. She's diligently typing away on her lap top with her ear buds in. I'm just going to sit down at her table and see how long it takes her to notice that four coffees and my sweet ass have joined her.
30 seconds.
45 seconds.
A minute.
"Ohmygod!"
"Hi Q," I say with a beaming smile.
"How long have you been sitting there?" she says popping out her ear buds.
"A minute and forty-six seconds. A minute and twenty-three of which, you had no clue I was here. Whatcha working on?" I ask poking my head around to try and look at her screen.
"Nothing," she says quickly and closes her lap top before I can see anything.
Yeah... okay, "People don't try to hide nothing, Q."
She sighs and opens her computer back up, "I was making a list."
"Of...?"
She's going to say a pros and cons list. I know she is.
"A list of why I should and why I shouldn't take RJ tonight," she mumbles.
It's hilarious how right I was.
"Which side is winning?" I ask trying to peek again.
"They're pretty even," she sighs again and leans onto her palm.
"Well, maybe if you come by and grab your stuff later, Rach and I will try and help you out with this little dilemma you've got."
"You just want your room back," Quinn huffs, sitting back up straight.
"Well yeah, but I want to help you, too." Jeez how much of a selfish bitch do I come off as? "What makes you think that you don't want to help? Haven't I already proven to you that I care?"
"With a nudge from Rachel-"
"Why does that matter? I'm here right now, telling you that I want to help on my own free will. Rachel isn't here. She's in her bed, asleep. This is me saying this to you," I say staring her down.
"Rachel's still asleep?"
Seriously? That's all she got out of that? Why do I even bother?
"I don't know, maybe. That's not important, Q! What's important is that you're coming to the Berry house and you're going to walk out with a decision made... and your clothes," I couldn't resist.
"Okay," she rolls her eyes, "is one alright?"
"One is great and perfectly within the eleven hour deadline that I gave you," I laugh out.
"Oh shut up and bring those home before the ice melts and the hot one turns cold," Quinn looks back down at her little spread which clearly tells me that I should get up and go.
"See you in a few hours, Q," I say as I get up, grab the tray and start to walk away.
"See you soon, S."
I know that you were worried, so I'm going to inform you that Rachel was really excited about her coffee. She said it was perfect and she drank it like it was water. For the last hour she's been completely off the wall. I think she's done about twenty laps in the pool. I don't know, I lost count after seven. Okay, I stopped counting after that because it was exhausting just watching her.
Hopefully she chills out a little bit before Quinn gets here. I'm thinking a caffine hyped Rachel is not what she needs.
"San, come in with me! Quinn's going to be here soon!"
"I'm spending quality time with the sun," I answer without moving.
"Come on!"
Splash.
Oh no.
Oh it's freezing! "Rachel! What the hell?"
"Pretty please," she pouts at the edge of the pool in front of me with her arms folded over the side.
"It's cold!"
"It's eighty degrees! That isn't even remotely close to being cold," she huffs.
"Oh fine! But don't you dare come and jump on me while I'm still freezing my tits off-"
"Can they even feel the cold still?"
"Quinn, you're early!" Rachel says, jumping out of the pool and clearly not realizing that she just insulted her girlfriend.
I turn around in the lounge chair and push my sunglasses down, "My skin still works, Mom of the Year."
"San," Rachel grinds.
"She started it," I mumble.
"Umm... your dads let me in. I've actually been here for like twenty minutes but they asked me about my new girlfriend," Quinn says as she bites the corner of her mouth.
So, Rachel and I may have it slip to her Dads that Quinn has a lady in her life... all I have to say is: Gay Dads.
"You aren't angry are you?" Rachel asks as she wraps a towel around her. Why is she covering herself up? I would really like to keep looking at that.
"Eh, of all the people you could have told, I'm thinking your gay dads are the least of my worries," Quinn shrugs and then makes her way down the stairs.
See. Told you.
"While they do love gossip, they aren't ones to spread sensitive details around our insensitive town," Rachel says as she motions for me to move over on the chair so that she can sit with me.
Quinn sits down on the lounge chair next to ours, facing us, slumped over a little bit.
She hasn't even come close to making a decision. She wouldn't be slumping if she had. This could take hours! Damn. It's a good thing she came early.
"I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say not much progress has been made since we last spoke."
"Things are pretty much exactly where you left them," she sighs and decides that lying down, shrink style is the way to go, "I just don't know! Uuuuggghhhh! I really like RJ. I just... ugh... I wish that I wasn't so afraid."
"If RJ really likes you, she'll understand that," Rachel tries to help the extremely distraught Quinn.
"I know. And she said last night when we were talking that she didn't care that I wasn't out and that she'd do whatever I needed to make me feel comfortable, but I still feel bad. And what if she was just saying that-"
"Whoa, Q! Don't go accusing her of things you've made up. That isn't fair," I jump in knowing out of experience just how terrible that is, "she really does like you and she is willing to let you do all this at your own pace."
"And how do you know all this, oh Wise One?" she snarks out at me from her patient position.
"She told me this morning when I accidentally asked if I was going to be seeing her tonight," I say confessing my slip, "I don't think she was BS-ing me either. She had that dopey 'I'm lovestruck' look on her face when I congratulated her on landing a hot piece of ass like you."
Luckily, Rachel isn't the jealous type, so comments like that are quite alright.
Ouch.
"Umm... ow, babe."
"That was degrading," she scowls.
"Seriously? I'm trying to boost our friend's confidence and you reprimand me for using 'degrading' terminology? I'm confused," I squint and shake my head at her.
"Rachel it's okay. I think in Santana's language, that was a big compliment," Quinn offers to help me out of the jam I accidentally got myself into.
"Anyways," Rachel decides to change the subject back to the subject, I'm sure, "I think you should run down your lists for us so that we can help make an unbiased decision as to whether or not you're ready to bring an 'unconventional' date to my birthday dinner."
Ummm... okay...
"Uh... yeah... sure..."
"Start with the cons," Rachel quasi-demands.
While ticking them off with her fingers, Quinn begins her list, "Finn. I'd have to explain who she is and I really don't want to hurt her feelings. For some reason everyone in Glee has great perception and would probably figure it out. Puck-"
"Puck's actually really cool about the lez thing-"
"You aren't the mother of his child," Quinn answers my retort quickly.
"Touché."
"Wait, did you say Finn first?" Rachel asks leaning in, clearly perplexed.
"Yeah. Remember how he reacted when he found out about you two? Of course you do. Why even ask? His head print is probably still in he risers," she says bringing her palms to her eyes.
"Finn's just a big stupid oaf and he'll get over it quickly," Rachel says out complete honesty and just a little dislike for him.
He did lose us Nationals.
"And you realize this is the Glee Club you'd be introducing her to," I chime in with my wisdom, "I know that we're all climbing all over each other to get solos and be the center of attention, but it really is the best support system we could ever ask for. For the most part, we don't judge each other, we're just a team that has one goal: be better than everyone else. We can't be better than everyone else if we don't help each other be our best."
Yeah! Look at me all philosophical!
And awesome!
"Who are you?"
"That was so sexy."
Do I really have to tell you who said what?
"I'm the same third of the Unholy Trinity as always and thanks beautiful," I say rubbing my nose lightly to Rachel's.
"Ew..." I instantly give Quinn a death glare, "... there was a bug."
"Damn right there was a bug, Fabray."
"You know, you're right. Of all the people in my life, the Glee kids have been the best. Maybe that's a good first step in this process," Quinn says sitting up. She looks a lot more like Quinn and a lot less slumpy, "I'm going to go get all of my clothes, bring them back to my house and then tell RJ that has to get ready to meet all of my... friends."
"I know it's hard to say, but it's true, Q. They're our friends," I say getting up with her. Maybe it isn't really that hard to say.
I guess I've been in love with who I'd considered popularity enemy number one for so long, that it isn't really that difficult to consider the rest of the Glee Club my friends. They're definitely more loyal than the Cheerios. Those bitches would do anything to see you fall. At least the Glee kids would try to catch you on your way down. Big difference.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Quinn agrees and begins her walk back into the house, "thanks for your help. All of it."
I grab Rachel's hand and smile at her when I answer, "de nada, mi amiga, de nada."
And now, the moment we've all been waiting for: Rachel's Breadstix Birthday Extravaganza. Featuring most of the McKinley High New Directions, Blaine Anderson and a special guest appearance by RJ.
I don't know RJ's last name. Oh well.
This should be interesting. Really I just hope that Quinn's coming out party doesn't outshine Rachel's birthday party. The reason we're all gathered here today in the first place.
Hmm... I'm not sure Quinn wants all eyes on her at all times, anyways so maybe things will work out right.
We'll see.
"Whaddup, Lezbro?"
"Hey, Puckerman. Where's your lady friend?" I ask my chubby chasing friend. I mean that with the utmost respect, of course.
"Wrestling camp," he answers after slamming the door to his truck, "hey Birthday Girl!" he greets Rachel when he sees her walk out from behind the taller part of my car.
"Hi Noah."
"Oh man! I bet you two had so much super hot birthday sex last night," he just had to go there.
"I will not be dignifying that with an answer, Noah," Rachel says confidently and turns around to walk towards the entrance to Breadstix.
I will though. Bros disclose this kind of info, right?
"So much and so amazing," I say quietly and then quickly make my way to Rachel.
"I knew it! Details, bro!"
"Bros don't give details!" I shout back knowing that bros don't give details. At least not real ones.
"I knew you were going to tell him," Rachel mumbles as we step inside.
"He's harmless," I shrug and then direct my attention to the host, "Hi. I called earlier to reserve a table for eleven."
"What's the name?" he asks and then looks up.
Instantly, fear washes over his face and before he can say anything I say, "Rachel."
He looks back down at his chart with the same look on his face and then squeaks out, "I'll take you right over to your table. Some of your party is already here."
It's probably Kurt and Blaine. I asked them to pick up a vegan cake and have Breadstix crew hide it. Breadstix may have vegan meatballs but they don't have vegan desserts. Perhaps a letter to headquarters is in order.
The host leads us to the table and I can already see that Kurt, Blaine, Mercedes and Finn are here already. Puck is right behind us which means we're only waiting for Britt and Wheels and Quinn and RJ.
I would bet all of my money that Quinn and RJ are here already. Quinn is probably mustering up all the courage she can to walk in here. That could take a while.
As we get to the table there's an instant round of "Happy Birthdays" thrown towards Rachel. I watch the blush grow on her cheeks as she thanks everyone and then starts pulling a chair in the middle of the table out.
"No way!" I say stopping her from pulling it out, "You have to sit up here," I walk over to the head of the table and pull out the chair for her.
"Yeah, Rachel. The Guest of Honor always sits at the head of the table," Blaine says backing me up.
"Well, if you insist," Rachel responds clearly trying to hide her excitement about being the center of attention.
I take the chair to Rachel's right, leaving two chairs between Wheezy and me. Puck sits on her left with Finn to his left, Kurt to Finn's left, Blaine to Kurt's left and three empty spaces at the end of the table. I thought Zizes was coming and I figured if I told them 11 they'd only give us eleven chairs. Artie doesn't really need one. I think this seating arrangement is going to work. Britt and Artie can take the end and Quinn and RJ can sit between me and Mercedes.
"Hey everyone!" I hear and then see my blonde bestie approaching with her boyfriend rolling in front of her.
"Happy Birthday, Rachel!" Artie chimes as they get a little closer.
"Thank you, Artie," Rachel smiles back.
"Ooo look, a predetermined wheel chair spot," he says strangely excited and wheels his way over to it.
"We usually have to move a chair," Brittany explains to our perplexed looks, "Happy Birthday, Rach! I'm so excited this is happening!" Brittany then proceeds to hug Rachel, kiss her cheek and skip over to the seat between Mercedes and Artie just like I figured she would.
Now we're just waiting for Quinn.
"Is this everyone?" a quiet until now, Finn asks.
"Um... no. We're still waiting for Quinn," Rachel answers.
"Why are there so many extra chairs? You know Sam moved, right?" Mercedes asks and then gets all sad.
Because they were totally dating! I knew it!
"Yeah, he told me-"
"And Mike and Tina are at that Asian camp again," Kurt adds.
"Yeah, I know. I thought that Zizes was going to be here with Puck..." shit. That only covers one extra seat.
"That leaves one more seat," sure, use now as your moment to shine at math Finnept.
In the meantime, my pocket is buzzing away. Who on Earth is calling me? Not a good time.
"Why do you all care so much about a damn empty chair?" Puck asks, breaking into the ridiculousness that's happening.
"Hey... everyone."
Instantly, an entire table of heads turn towards the familiar voice. There's Quinn, clearly scared shitless, standing next to her confident date.
I have to give RJ credit. This must be pretty nerve wracking for her, too, but it isn't showing.
Yet.
"Hi Quinn!" Rachel says breaking into the deafening silence that has fallen over the table.
"Hey Q!" I chime in hoping to continue the broken silence.
"Who's your friend?"
Kurt! Why? Why are you rushing this? You know this girl isn't straight. And you must sense how terrified Quinn is! I can't believe he would ask that!
Quinn looks over to RJ, who gives her an encouraging smile. Then, Quinn opens her mouth, "Umm... everyone," she inhales heavily, "this is RJ... my..."
Now let's just put this on pause for a second. You need to know what all of these people look like right now: Rachel is giving her most encouraging smile (of course), Mercedes has her "shit's goin' down" face on, Brittany is absolutely beside herself with excitement, Artie blatantly has no idea what's going on, both Kurt and Blaine have the same "welcome to the family" grins they had when they caught Rachel and me holding hands walking out of this very establishment and I can't see Puck or Finn. I so wish I could. I want more than anything to see the look on Finn's face when he finds out another one of his exes is into chicks.
The anticipation must be killing everyone.
It's killing me.
Play.
"... my..." another deep breath, "... girlfriend."
It looked like it had taken that entire breath to get the word out, but she did it.
Another deafening silence has fallen over the table and this time it's broken by a voice that was only familiar to those who frequented the Lima Bean, so everyone. "Hey," RJ's voice breaks through accompanied by her charming smile and a little wave.
I think Finn is stuck.
My phone is ringing again. I'm ignoring it. This is way more important.
"You work at the Lima Bean," Blaine says pointing and squinting.
"Pretty much everyday," RJ says with her confidence and through her relentless smile.
"Come on guys, sit down," Rachel says getting up and pointing to the empty chairs between Wheezy and me.
"Yeah, make this a little less awkward," Mercedes laughs a little and pulls out the chair next to her.
As she makes her way to a seat, Quinn flashes Rachel and me a relieved smile and mouths, "thank you." RJ takes the seat next to me, probably thinking it's best she sit with someone she knows and as soon as Quinn sits down, Mercedes gives her a big hug and says, "I am so here for you, girl."
"So are we," Kurt adds from across the table.
"Yeah. Congrats, Quinn. I know how tough that was," Blaine says with a sweet smile.
"Thanks," Quinn says turning red and looking down at the table.
"Sweet! A second lezbro!" Puck pipes in from his corner of the table.
I'm actually a little surprised by that.
"Umm... actually, Puck-"
"She isn't totally gay," Brittany says with all of her good intentions, "she's bi... sexual. She could totally wind up with a dude. No offense RJ, you're super cool and Quinn really likes you."
"Absolutely none taken," RJ laughs and then turns to Quinn.
"Thanks for clearing that up, Britt," Quinn says, looking beyond Mercedes to make eye contact with Brittany.
"No problem!"
"Hey, Finn," Artie starts, "are you okay?"
All eyes on Finn.
He looks like he's trying to divide 5897 by 72 in his head. His thinking looks painful.
Oh he looks like he's going to say something.
Stop ringing phone! Oh that was a text message.
"I can't believe how selfish you are," Finn finally says, looking at Quinn with that same painful thinking face, "and all of you guys are just letting it go!"
"Hey, bro, that's not cool-"
"You know what isn't cool, Puck? Quinn coming into Rachel's birthday dinner and announcing she's gay-"
"Actually, Finn, this was my idea," Rachel jumps in, interrupting Finn's unnecessary rage.
"What?"
"Yeah. Who better to start her coming out process than the Glee Club?" she shrugs and looks around the table, stopping at Quinn, "we're always here for each other. This shouldn't be any different."
"Oh... so, wait, this was planned? You already knew about this?" Finn asks as if that's not what Rachel just said.
"Yeah, Finn. We knew this was happening. We invited both of them to this," Rachel says slowly so that Finn can understand.
"Oh... oh... I'm sorry," he closes his eyes and shakes his head a little, probably trying to get some of the dumb out, "I guess this is just... uh... a lot of news," Finn says in his doofy 'please forgive me' voice.
"It's okay, Finn. You're right, it is a lot of news," Quinn says, "and it's just that: new. So, please, please don't go around talking about it. You all already know how rumors spread in this town."
"Don't worry."
"We won't say anything."
"Promise."
And some other things that I didn't entirely catch.
"Great. Now can we stop talking about it. It's Rachel's birthday and there are breadsticks on the table," Quinn says laughing and looks to RJ with a smile.
"Hell yeah there are!" I say, speaking up about something for the first time since all of this started, "I cannot sit here and stare at them anymore."
That being said and since the waiter is coming, I'll be back when the cake comes out.
This dinner has been perfect. I can't even believe it. After the whole Finn debacle, it was like nothing had ever happened and we all just went about our merry way enjoying our carbs and company.
RJ is hilarious and if anyone is going to be Puck's newest lezbro, it's her. She's made the entire table crack up a few times. I'm thinking that improv troupe that she and her friend started, is the funniest thing ever.
The best part about tonight: Rachel is so happy. Nearly all of her friends are in one place, getting along and celebrating her birthday. And they're all eating vegan cake. Things could not be better.
Well, they could be better if my phone stopped ringing. It's on vibrate but it's still annoying and I know it's ringing. I'm sure Rachel knows it's ringing, too.
Maybe I should at least check one of the texts.
Crap.
Twenty-seven missed calls.
Fifteen text messages.
Five voicemails.
All from one person.
From Papá:
Mija, I know you're with your friends, but I need you to call me.
"Um... Rach, I'll be right back," I say in a slight daze as I push my chair out to get up.
"Okay, sweetheart. Is everything okay?" she asks looking a little concerned.
"I'm sure everything's fine," I say and kiss her forehead before I head outside to call my dad.
As soon as I get outside, I press send and listen as the other line only rings once.
"¡Ay dios mio! ¡Mija! He estado tratando de ponernos en contacto contigo durante dos horas."
"Yo se, Papá, lo siento. ¿Qué pasa?"
"Necesito que venga al hospital," he says with complete calm in his voice. Just the opposite of how he greeted me.
"¿Ahora? We're almost done with dinner-"
"Now, Santana. I need you here now," he says and then clears his throat, "es tu madre."
"¿Qué?" I ask wondering why on earth he would think I'd go to the hospital for that reason.
"Just come now, please," he demands.
"Yeah, okay, Papá. I'll be there in like, twenty minutes," I sigh.
"I hope it's sooner."
"Well, I have to get off of the phone so that I can say bye to everyone real quick. I'll see you in twenty."
Jeez. I'm not going to kill myself trying to get there immediately.
"Okay, Mija. Te amo," okay that sounded kind of shaky. Maybe I should hurry a little.
"I love you, too, Papá."
"Estas segura, por favor," still shaky. Oh shit.
"Okay, Papá. I have to go. Adios."
"Adios, Mija."
Something is wrong. Like, really wrong.
Don't let anyone know. Especially not Rachel. Just leave money. More than enough to cover you and Rachel. Make sure she has a way home. Then go.
Big smile.
"There's my beautiful girlfriend," Rachel says with a smile matching mine.
"Hey, I'm really sorry, but that was my Dad. He needs me to come the hospital for something. I'm sooo sorry, Rach," I say way over apologizing.
"That's okay. Do you need me to go with you?"
"No. No it's cool. I shouldn't be long, but not short enough that I'll be able to bring you home-"
"We can give Rachel a ride," RJ offers.
There's one thing off my list.
"Thanks and umm..." I pull out $75 from my pocket and put it on the table, "this should cover Rach and me. I'm so sorry guys, tonight was perfect, though. I actually think we should do this more often."
"Totally!" Brittany beams.
"Holla!" Artie is a fool.
"Is everything okay?" Kurt asks delaying my exit further.
"Yeah, I think so. I'm actually not sure what my Dad wants, but I really have to go," I turn a little and stop in front of Rachel again, "you had a good time tonight, right?"
"I had a great time," she smiles and grabs my hands.
"I'm so glad. Babe, I'm sorry I have to go," I whisper.
"It's okay! You're keeping your Dad waiting. Go on," she laughs a little and nods towards the door.
"You're so great. I love you," I whisper again and kiss her. The instant our lips touch my heart starts to race and I wish I didn't have to go.
"I love you, too," she says breathlessly when I take my lips back from hers, "now get out of here."
"Okay," I sigh, "Bye everyone!"
I hear a bunch of "byes" and "see yas" as I back away from Rachel. When I turn around and start really heading for the door, I get that slow motion feeling I felt when I was walking towards the conference room in the hospital. I suddenly feel like I'm heading towards something even worse than that.
Before I walk out of the door, I look back to the table and catch a glimpse of Rachel's beautiful, smiling face. Whatever is ahead of me, I know that once it's over, I get to come back to that. That's what gets me out the door, into my car and to the hospital, where who knows what's happened.
Well, I'll find out soon.
He estado tratando de ponernos en contacto contigo durante dos horas.
I have been trying to get ahold of you the last two hours.
Yo se, Papá, lo siento. ¿Qué pasa?
I know, Papá, I'm sorry. What's up?
Necesito que venga al hospital
I need you to come to the hospital
¿Ahora?
Now?
es tu madre
it's your mother
¿Qué?
What?
Estas segura, por favor
Be safe, please
A/N: If you didn't notice, this story is complete. Yes, I took a break with only one chapter left. At the time I didn't know I only had one chapter left to write. However, I've got one more part up my sleeve. As soon as my Quinntana fic is done, the last part to this series will be under way.
A/N 2: I'm not sorry for the cliffhanger. I'm never sorry for cliffhangers. :D