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One Month Later

"I have to go home, Quinn," Rachel said, finishing the last of her coffee and looking at Quinn from across the table.

"I don't understand why…" Quinn said, not looking up from the newspaper.

"Because, Quinn, I haven't been home in four days, and last time I showed up to a game night in your clothes Santana wouldn't stop making fun of me."

"Do you even have air conditioning? You're going to be miserable in this August heat without it." Quinn said. Rachel thought about this for a moment…

"No…but I at least have to pick up some clothes."

"How about this…we swing by Target to get the school supplies for the kids, then by your place and you can pick up some clothes, and then we can stay at my nice, air conditioned house with a pool."

"You just don't want to shop for school supplies by yourself!" Rachel said.

"Maybe…"Quinn smirked. "Also, I want to see where you live!"

Two hours later, a weak-willed Rachel was pushing a cart around Target, following Quinn who had three mile-long lists of school supplies the girls were going to need for the year. Quinn turned back to look at Rachel.

"Did you bring your iPhone?"

"Yeah, why?

"I need you to look stuff up for me, and doesn't the 28G iPhone know like everything?" Rachel rolled her eyes. "I just don't even understand half of what is on this list…like Hannah needs Fiskar scissors this year. What are Fiskar scissors? And Hannah and Lily need pencil crayons and I have no idea what those are either. Are they colored pencils or are they pencils made out of waxy stuff like crayons? Plus…we have to go back to that aisle with the folders…I know we already picked up folders for Harper's Kindergarten class, but when I looked back at the lists, it turns out the 1st and 3rd grade need pocket folders too…" Quinn looked sheepishly at Rachel.

"I told you to sit down and make a master list of all of their separate list's, Quinn! Did you listen? No. Did you tell me I was being ridiculous? Yes. And now, we're circling Target because Kindergarten needs a twelve pack of number two pencils, and Kindergarten needs pocket folders, and Kindergarten needs Glue Sticks, and then, lo and behold, 1st grade needs a set of number two pencils, and 1st grade needs glue sticks, and 1st grade need pocket folders. It's school supply shopping, Quinn! They need the same shit every year. Make a master list!"

"Hannah needs loose-leaf this year…that's a difference," said Quinn, her hands across her chest. And I don't think I've ever heard you curse, Rach."

"Well, I'm frustrated. Had your list said 10 pocket folders, and 3 dozen number 2 pencils, and two pairs of Fiskar scissors, we would have been done an hour ago."

"Not true. I still don't know what Fiskar scissors are…"

"THEY'RE JUST SCISSORS, QUINN! THEY'RE JUST NORMAL SCISSORS," Rachel's voice reached an ear-splitting pitch. "Fiskar is just a company that makes scissors," she said, softer now.

"Well, well, well," came a familiar voice down the aisle, "if it's not my favorite les-wannabee's," Santana paused. "Wannalesbians? Wannabebians? There's not really a portmanteau for that, is there? Just fighting in an aisle at Target on a Friday afternoon, are we?" Santana said, approaching them with her cart. "A little school shopping?"

"What are you doing here, Santana?" Quinn asked, hands still across her chest.

"Well…my kids are super cute, and Brittany is making a scrapbook, so I had to get photo paper and a glue stick, hence why I'm in this aisle. And then we also needed more baby food, milk, and Brittany is out of socks again, and light bulbs, paper towels, and laundry detergent." Santana rolled her eyes at the look Rachel and Quinn were giving her. Just then her phone buzzed.
"Also, apparently, if I can find bananas, diapers, baby powder, index cards, Ziploc bags, and this week's People magazine, it would be appreciated."

"Whipped," Quinn sung under her breath.

"Oh, fuck you, Q. See you tonight?" Santana asked, as she picked up her phone. Quinn just nodded. As Santana turned the aisle, they could still hear her talking.

"Baby, they don't have the socks with the little gold arrows here, I had to pick up normal socks…okay, but these are just as comfortable as the ones with the gold arrows…no…no, we got those at Nordstrom's…I think the closest one is at the Grove…okay…okay, Britt. Yeah, it's fine. Wait, wait slow down…what did you say you needed at Crate & Barrel? Okay…I'm not going to remember all this, just text me…" She said, as she finally moved out of earshot. Rachel and Quinn burst out in laughter.

"So," Rachel said as she unlocked the door to her apartment. "You can make yourself at home, I'm just going to go upstairs and pick out some clothes. It won't take me very long." Quinn nodded, as Rachel walked upstairs. Quinn walked around the apartment, examining the pictures on the mantle, looking through the DVD tower, and the piles of mail accumulated on the kitchen table. She looked at the pictures on the fridge and smiled to see that Rachel had hung the one Harper had given Rachel. Quinn opened the fridge.

"RACH!" She yelled up the stairs.

"YEAH?" Rachel yelled back. Quinn decided that she wasn't going to yell anymore, so she walked upstairs, figuring it couldn't be that hard to find Rachel's room. The first room she looked in was completely empty, except for an elliptical and a TV screen. The second room had a desk, empty with the exception of a large iMac, a piano, and a guitar. On the piano rested manuscript paper with handwritten notes scribbled on it in pencil. She ventured towards the third floor. There was no door at the top of the stairs, just a curtain. She walked in and Rachel was shuffling through a drawer. Her bedroom was just as empty as every other room. There was a large bed in the center with a big white comforter made perfectly. Other than the dresser, that was pretty much it.

"You don't have any food in your fridge," Quinn said. Rachel screamed.

"Jesus Christ, Quinn!" She said, jumping around with her hand on her chest. "You scared the bejeezus out of me!"

"Sorry," Quinn said smirking. "It's just that you literally have no food in your fridge. I've never seen a fridge look so empty."

"Well, I eat most of my meals with you, or I go out."

"Yeah, but you don't even have like…condiments…who doesn't have condiments?" Rachel just shrugged. Quinn threw herself down onto the bed.

"Rach…it's hot in here. Hurry up." Rachel ignored her. "Your place is nice though. It's like a little bachelorette pad. I can totally see you bringing back the guys…and girls…here…" Rachel scoffed.

"Oh, you know me, Quinn. Always bringing back the one-night stands to my Bachelorette pad." Quinn laughed.

"Seriously, though, this place is really nice. It kind of reminds me of the apartment Brittany and Santana lived in before they bought their house."

"Well, thank you, Quinn. Well, I'm ready to go if you are. You're right, it's way too hot to stay here." They proceeded down the stairs.

Rachel rang the doorbell at Brittany and Santana's, holding Harper's hand. They'd managed, somehow, to keep their Friday game night tradition up all summer. Lily and Hannah were by Quinn's side. The door swung open.

"Hey guys!" A somewhat flustered looking Santana opened the door, holding Nico on her hip. "Britt! Q and Rach are here!" Santana yelled into the house. Lily, as usual was immediately wrapped around Santana's legs. "Come in, come in!"

"You look…nice," Quinn said, eyeing her friend skeptically. Santana was wearing jeans with boots pulled over them, and a long tank top. Her dark hair flowed down in soft curls around her shoulders. It wasn't that Santana looked particularly nice…she just looked more put together than usual for a Friday game night.

"Oh, thanks, Q. I just threw this on." She ushered the women into her house, graciously taking the bottle of wine they had brought and giving both of them a kiss on the cheek. Rachel and Quinn shared a look. Santana was definitely being weird. She walked in front of them toward the kitchen, holding Nico on her left hip and holding Lily's hand with her right. Lily was telling Santana a very animated story and Santana was nodding along. Rachel nudged Quinn. Quinn just shrugged her shoulders, figuring they'd find out soon enough. They walked into the kitchen behind Santana, who had quickly gotten to work opening the bottle of wine. Brittany held Olivia in one arm, and was pulling plates onto the counter with the other.

"Rachel!" Brittany said excitedly. Brittany gestured to the awkward blond standing next to her. "Rachel, this is Sarah, Sarah, Rachel," Sarah and Rachel shook hands.

"Sarah just started working at the firm with me, Rach," Santana said, grinning, but with a definite smirk in her eyes.

"She's from New York—" Brittany said.

"And she loves Broadway," Santana interjected.

"She actually saw you in the stage production of Spring Awakening, Rachel," Brittany said.

"And she's new to LA, so we thought we'd introduce her to some of our friends," Santana said, still wearing that smirk-grin.

"And, I can even speak for myself," Sarah said, chuckling at the two overly enthusiastic women each holding a baby on their hip. "I'm Sarah," she said, extending her hand to Rachel's.

"Rachel," Rachel said nervously, shaking Sarah's hand.

"And, I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name," Sarah said, extending her hand over to Quinn.

"I think that's because they forgot to mention it," Quinn said, glaring at Santana. "I'm Quinn," she said, shaking Sarah's hand as well. "And the three oddly silent ones are Hannah," she said, placing her hand on Hannah's head, "Harper," she said, doing the same to Harper, "and Lily," she said, gesturing over to Lily, "is the one clinging to her Aunt S for dear life." Santana shrugged. Sarah waved at the girls.

"Lil's and I gots some catching up to do…Santana slipped into her ghetto voice, glaring at Quinn. She looked down at Lily, nudging her. Lily's eyes got wide and then she looked at her mother.

"So back on up afores I start handing out black eyes," Lily said, doing her best imitation of Santana's accent. Lily snapped her fingers across her face. Santana put her hand out for a low high five. Brittany and Quinn rolled their eyes.

"I don't know why I let you near my children…" Santana shrugged.

"You have to get them practicing the one-liners early, Q. You didn't think I could pull them out so fast in high school because of my razor sharp wit, did you? I'd been practicing since I was three…" Quinn rolled her eyes again.

"Pizza time?" She asked, hoping to change the subject and mentally preparing for a long conversation with her daughter about when it was appropriate to use Aunt S's advice and when it was not.

"I have to get these two to bed," Santana said, gesturing over to the twins who were sleeping on the carpet. Harper, Hannah, and Lily were engrossed in Finding Nemo for the thousandth time. Santana looked at her wife for assistance, but chuckled to find that Brittany, as well, seemed engrossed in the movie. Rachel and Sarah were 15 minutes into a conversation about something Broadway related that Santana could care less about.

"I'll help you, S," Quinn said, jumping up and picking Nico up off the ground. Santana grabbed Olivia and they walked toward the bedroom together.

"What are you doing?" Asked Quinn quietly as she placed Nico in his crib. Santana continued to cradle the now awake Olivia close to her.

"What do you mean?" Santana asked.

"I mean, are you setting her up or something?"

"Well, yeah, Q, we're setting her up…" Santana said, lightly kissing the top of her daughter's head as she gently rocked her back and forth. "I mean, obviously I don't give a shit about Berry, but Brittany was insistent that we find her someone." Quinn looked at Santana like she was expecting more information. Santana rolled her eyes. "Brittany came to meet me for lunch with the kids a few weeks ago, but I was stuck in a meeting so she just wandered around the office. Apparently Sarah was hitting on her, which, by the way, is gross, who hits on a woman with two babies? Anyway, Brittany wouldn't let it go until I invited her over," Santana said, shrugging. "Besides, what's it to you, Q?"

"It's nothing." Quinn said, looking at her feet.

"I mean, you don't expect Berry to play house with you forever, do you?"

"Whatever, Santana," Quinn said, storming out of the room. Olivia's eyes were wide open now, while Nico peacefully slept in his crib.

"Aunty Q is crazy, isn't she?" Santana cooed in her baby voice to her daughter's bright, blue eyes.

"Anything but Catchphrase, please, for the love of God." Rachel begged.

"I don't understand," Brittany pouted. "We always play Catchphrase at the end of the night."

"You guys are so annoying during Catchphrase though," Quinn said, topping off her glass of wine.

"And we have guests," Rachel said, smiling over at Sarah.

"Actually," said Sarah, "I'd kind of like to see this…besides, I've already gotten to see so much of the famed bitchface Santana Pierce-Lopez out of her element, I can't imagine it could get much worse."

"You breathe a word of this to anyone at the office, lesbinator, and you'll be on a one way flight back to New York faster than a Billy Joel comes on in an empty Midwest bar."

"That was weak, Santana," Quinn said.

"Plus, you know Billy Joel is the third best selling solo artist in the United States." Rachel said

"We're playing Catchphrase." Santana said simply. "What Britts wants, Britts gets." Brittany smirked. "Now finish filling up your drink, Lush Housewife of Beverly Hills, stop playing with your hair, lesbian Farrah Fawcett, and stop talking," Santana said, holding her hand up at Rachel's mouth which was about to open, "Yentl. I've heard enough out of you for one lifetime. Get in the living room, I'll get the game."

"Out of the faucet and into the park!" Santana said simply, struggling to keep Brittany from seeing the game from her perch on Santana's lap.

"Richard Nixon!" Brittany yelled. The game was passed to Quinn.

"Um…this is a type of fowl…"
"Ducks!" Brittany yelled.

"Not ducks…I don't know if these can fly…" Quinn thought for a moment. "No, they can fly, but not really well…and we eat them all the time…" Rachel scrunched up her nose. "Well not you, Rach, but the rest of us. And they're delicious when fried. And when we have a flavor in our mouth's we…" The timer on the game went off.

"Good god, Q, what was that supposed to be?" Santana asked.

"Tastes Like Chicken."

"You're terrible at this game," Santana said.

"We're awesome," Brittany said grinning.

"No," Rachel said, "you guys are just weird. Take that last one…how did Brittany get Richard Nixon from faucet and park?"

"Obvious," Brittany said, looking incredulously at Rachel. "What comes out of the faucet? Water. What do you do when you walk into a park? Open the gate. Water-gate. Watergate. Richard Nixon. Duh. He like deep throated somebody at a waterpark or whatever and had to resign. Or was it at a hotel?" Santana rolled her eyes. There was a long pause while everyone looked at them. "I was just surprised that the rest of you didn't get it." Brittany said. Santana smirked.

"Well, as exciting as that was," Quinn said, "I think it's time I get these three to bed. She gestured over to Hannah, Lily, and Harper who were asleep in front of the TV.

"I should probably get going too," Sarah said, "I told Bill I'd come in tomorrow and get some filing done," she said towards Santana.

"Working on a Saturday…that's what you get, working for a prick like Bill," Santana said. Quinn picked up Hannah, Rachel picked up Lily, and Santana went over to pick up Harper.

"I can get her, if you want," Sarah said. "I'm on my way out anyway." Santana just nodded as Sarah picked up the sleeping Harper. Brittany and Santana walked the women to the door and gave them each a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for coming, guys!" Brittany said, cheerily. Santana fought back a yawn and rested her head on Brittany's shoulder. Brittany nudged her.

"Yeah, thanks," she said, half-waving before they shut the door.

Quinn was on the passenger's side of the car, buckling Harper into her carseat. The other two were already buckled in. She strained to hear what Sarah and Rachel were talking about on the other side of the car.

"So…I had fun tonight," Sarah said.

"Me too," Rachel said. She was finding it hard not to blush when she made eye contact with Sarah. Those hazel eyes got her without fail.

"Those two are a trip," Sarah said laughing.

"I know. You have no idea."

"So…maybe we could do it again sometime?" Sarah asked, nervously. "You know, maybe get a bite to eat or something?"

"I'd like that," Rachel said, smiling. They exchanged phones to give each other their numbers. The passenger's door slammed shut, making both women jump.

"I think that's my cue that it's time to go home," Rachel said, laughing. Sarah nodded. "I'll call you sometime this week, though."

"Great," Sarah said. "Talk to you soon then." She gave Rachel a small wave as Rachel climbed into the driver's side of the car. Most of the drive home was silent, a thick awkwardness building between the two women.

"So are you going to go out with her?" Quinn finally asked.

"I think so." Rachel said. The two women didn't share any more words for the rest of the drive. They didn't speak as they brought the girls into the house and tucked them into bed, and they didn't speak when they went their separate ways to their bedrooms. Rachel heard Quinn's door slam down the hall. She threw herself down into the bed. Quinn was acting…jealous. Which was not possible, Rachel reminded herself, as she had many times during the summer, because Quinn was straight and Quinn was married. Still…Rachel was pretty sure that Quinn was acting jealous.

"Probably just jealous that I may actually have someone else to hang out with. Or worried that she's not going to have anyone to call next time Justin acts like a jerk." Rachel muttered under her breath. "It doesn't matter anyway," Rachel thought to herself. She jumped off the bed, and as she had been in the habit of doing more and more lately, got into a cold shower.

"B?" Santana nuzzled into her wife's shoulder, their fingers interlaced while they sat on the couch.

"Yeah?"

"Nevermind." They returned their attention to the channel surfing Brittany had been doing.

"B?"

"Yeah, San? What's up?"

"You don't think…I mean…this is going to sound crazy…you don't think that Q has a thing for Berry, do you?"

"She does," Brittany said, returning her attention to the channel surfing. Santana lifted her head from Brittany's shoulder, her eyes wide.

"Wait…what? Has she said something to you?"

"No, it's painfully obvious though. I'm surprised Sarah made it out of here without bodily injury."

"That worries me," Santana said.

"Quinn would never do anything. I mean, she's married and she has three kids and she loves Justin. I think it's just a harmless crush."

"What if it's not?" Santana's eyes narrowed as they did when she was thinking. "Quinn doesn't always make the most rational decisions when it comes to love. I mean, we are talking about the woman who cheated on Finn and then told him he was the father of her baby. That's pretty big."

"She was a kid, San. When we were that age you told me you were only making out with me because you were a lizard and you needed something warm beneath you or you couldn't digest your food…"
"You're never going to let that go, are you?" Santana said. Brittany just smirked.

"And I was making out with anyone with lips," Santana scrunched her nose up, "and still believed in Santa Clause, I couldn't read a recipe…"

"You thought dolphins were gay sharks…"

"Dolphins are gay sharks, Santana." Santana smirked and Brittany looked annoyed. "I'm not arguing about this with you again…the point is, we've all changed."

"People do crazy things for love though, B. Like, if we hadn't gotten together in high school and then met again at 30, I don't think anything would stop me from getting you back." Brittany kissed the top of Santana's head.

"That's the saddest thing I've ever heard."

"That I'd do anything to get you back?"

"No…that was cute," Brittany giggled. "The idea of us spending a whole 12 years not together."

"It would never happen, B." Brittany nodded. "But that's why it makes me nervous. I just hope Q doesn't make any rash decisions that she's going to regret. She's already hurting so much…" Brittany nodded.

"I think it's just an innocent schoolgirl crush and she'll be over it before she even realizes that she was…under it." Santana laughed.

"I hope so."

"You're such a softie, San," Brittany said, laughing.

"You tell anyone and I'll…I'll…" Brittany rolled her eyes.

"You'll tickle me to death? Kiss me to death?" She said teasingly into Santana's neck. Santana flipped Brittany over so that she was lying flat on the couch. Santana propped herself above her with her leg between Brittany's. She leaned into Brittany's neck so that her lips gently grazed her skin.

"Something like that," she whispered with a smirk, laying a light trail of kisses down Brittany's neck and collarbone. Brittany let out a small moan as Santana inadvertently rocked her hips forward while she eased Brittany out of her shirt. Santana smirked again as she placed a line of kisses down the middle of Brittany's body, in between her breasts, down to her belly button. She climbed back up so she was face to face with her wife and placed a long, soft kiss on her lips.

"We never would have survived 12 years." Santana said. Brittany shook her head and let out another small moan as Santana continued to cover her with kisses.