Santana lets her body fold completely over the shopping cart as she follows Brittany's bouncing step up and down the aisles of Trader Joe's. She hates grocery shopping.
"It's nice to do this again," Brittany says, taking a box of cereal bars off the shelf and turning around to grin at Santana.
"Errands?" Santana asks, barely looking up at her wife.
"No, you know, the little things, that we haven't had time for in the last few years." Brittany shrugs at Santana's raised eyebrows. "Like, remember when we first moved in together?"
"And we didn't know how to grocery shop and would come home with $100 in frozen food and alcohol and vegetables because we were 'trying to be healthy' that would inevitably rot in the fridge? Yeah, I remember."
"Whatever. You loved those days. We could have sex wherever, whenever we wanted those days."
"Yeah. Wherever in our 800 square foot apartment."
"All that sex must have burnt off the calories from all that frozen food we were eating."
"And all that Simpler Times we were drinking. Damn, that shit was delicious. Now I'm feeling nostalgic. What do you say we get some of those little frozen spring rolls and some mini tacos for dinner tonight?"
"Chicken or beef?"
"Both, obviously."
"I love you," Brittany says through a grin, placing a quick peck on Santana's lips before she watching her wife wander off toward the frozen food aisle. Santana returns a moment later with a basket in her hand so she could hold her frozen tacos and three packs of Simpler Times.
"Santana, put the beer away."
"No! I want it. Nostalgia." Santana replies, clutching tightly to her beer. "Plus, Kurt and Sam are coming for dinner on Friday, we should make sure to have beer for them."
"I think Kurt is more of a white wine kind of a guy."
"Well, I'm going to be a beer kind of a girl for the night, so I'm sticking to my guns and getting the Simpler Times."
"It's going to go straight to your tummy, and I don't want to hear any complaints from you about it."
"Well, maybe we should just work those calories off college-style," Santana says, winking. Brittany rolls her eyes, and continues pushing the cart down the aisles.
"I'm nervous, Kurt," Rachel says as she takes a sip of her nonfat soy Chai latte. She nervously loosens the striped scarf around her neck.
"Honey, you have nothing to be worried about." Kurt says with a flounce of his hand. "You've known Quinn for ages, and you two have been dancing around each other for nearly as long. Just go over to her house and be your normal half-charming half-insane Rachel Berry self. She's loved it for fifteen years, why would she change now?"
"Okay, I'm pretty sure she did not love it fifteen years ago."
"Oh, please. She did, she just didn't know she loved it yet. That's why she was always such a bitch to you."
"I don't know if there's truth to that theory. I mean, she wasn't an eight-year-old boy. Why does everyone assume that she was behaving like one in high school?"
"Honey, I'm a costume designer, not a therapist, don't ask for my clinical opinion. Now, why are you so nervous?"
"Why wouldn't I be nervous, Kurt? We were enemies, then we were kind of acquaintances, then friends, then lovers, then enemies again. Do I dress up for dinner? Do I assume I'm staying for a movie like I did when we were friends? Do we kiss at the end of the night? She's not even officially divorced yet."
"Rachel Berry. You are over-thinking again. Just go spend time with Quinn. This is how you two got into this mess, right? You two enjoy spending time with one another. The rest of it will all fall into place. Trust me." Kurt reassures her, squeezing her hand gently.
"Thank you, Kurt," Rachel says, smiling. "Now, enough about me, I want to know everything going on between you and Sam!"
"Hey, mami!" Santana yells as she hears the front door swing open. "We're in the kitchen!"
"Is everything okay, mija?" Maria asks, pushing the stroller all the way into the kitchen. Brittany immediately leans down to free a wriggling Nico and Olivia from their confines.
"Of course, just cooking dinner," Santana replies, nonchalantly, kissing her mother on the cheek.
"Quinn called me three times, worried about you. Why haven't you been picking up the phone?" Brittany rolls her eyes from her seated position of the floor of the kitchen playing with both children and an excited Lola.
"Quinn hasn't stopped freaking calling me every hour for days. I get it, she's having her first official thing with Berry, why wouldn't she be freaked out. I know that I would be if I were forced to go on a date with Berry. I just seriously can't take anymore of her right now though."
"She called over and over again last night while we were—" Brittany began.
"Intimate," Santana finishes, saving her mother from having to hear all of the details of her relationship with her wife.
"If you know what I mean," Brittany continues.
"I do," Maria jumps in, absentmindedly playing peek-a-boo with Olivia who is sprawled out on the floor.
"Santana's been avoiding her ever since."
"You should cut her some slack, mija," Maria reprimands her daughter, sporting the same look Santana recalls from her childhood whenever her mother wanted her to apologize to someone. "This is a big deal for her."
"Mami, I'm really not in the mood to talk about Quinn and her particular brand of crazy right now, okay?"
"Mami, mami," Nico cries from the floor, raising his arms up toward Santana. She picked him up with one arm, continuing to stir the pot with her free hand. "Leche," he said, touching Santana's breast.
"Mamá, ¿puedes conseguir un poco de leche?" Maria nods.
"You should call her tonight, Santana," Maria says, pouring milk into a sippy cup for Nico.
"Sí, mama, I will," Santana says, rolling her eyes and taking the milk from her mother. She places Nico in his high chair and he happily slurps on his milk. "Now, mami, I want to know all about your date tomorrow."
"It's not a date, Santanita."
"Dinner and dancing with a single man?" Brittany asks, standing up with Olivia on her hip. "That certainly sounds like a date to me."
"It's not a big deal. I just thought I should be out of the house for your dinner with Sam and Kurt tomorrow so I accepted. It's just two friends going out."
"Sure, mami, whatever you say," Santana says, returning to her cooking. Maria sat down at the table and played with a rattle with Nico.
"I guess the aversion to dating is genetic," Brittany says, playfully bumping shoulders with Santana.
"We all grow out of it eventually," Santana says, kissing Brittany on the corner of her lips. "Now, quit flirting with me and help me get this dinner on the table!" Santana says between laughter.
"Yes, ma'am!" Brittany says, kissing Santana on the lips again.
"What do you want, Rachel?" Kurt asks, trying, and failing, to conceal the annoyance in his voice.
"I'm sorry, Kurt. Is this a bad time? Should I call back later?"
"I've answered, Rachel, so just get on with what you have to say?" Kurt pauses and mouths 'I'm sorry' to Sam. "Are you exercising? Because I do not want to think about what else you'd be doing that has you out of breath while you're on the phone with me."
"Kurt!" Rachel squeals. "I'm on the elliptical. It helps calm me down when I'm nervous."
"Okay, Rachel, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. It's just, I'm afraid, I guess that I'm setting myself up to get my heartbroken by Quinn again. I don't think I can deal with that."
"Rachel, I'm going to tell you this once, and then I don't want to hear from you again, unless it's about fashion options, until after Friday, understood?" Kurt took her silence to be a yes. "What did Quinn tell you after you first hooked up in Big Bear?"
"That we were rolling with the punches."
"And what did Quinn tell you when you left for New York?"
"That I didn't have as much to lose as she did."
"And what did Quinn tell you when she came to your house the other night?"
"That she's in love with me," Rachel replied, her voice cracking at the response.
"And…" Kurt prodded.
"And that when she gets lost I always find her. What is the point of all this Kurt?"
"The point, Rachel Berry, is that Quinn was struggling. Does that justify the way she treated you? Of course not, but that doesn't mean that she hasn't progressed in leaps and bounds. She's in love with you, Rachel, and if I'm not mistaken, you're in love with her. She's single, and yeah, it's going to be some work, but isn't that the case of anything worth having? You two have fought against this long enough. Let yourselves be happy."
"Thanks, Kurt."
"Of course. Good luck, Rachel. I'll talk to you Saturday!"
"Well, honestly, Q, after the bullshit you put that girl through this year, I'm surprised she's willing to see you at all." Santana says, absentmindedly filing her nails as she talks to Quinn through her headset.
"Thanks, Santana."
"No, seriously. That's love. She waited for you to work all of your nonsense out, and she's willing to still go on a date with you? She must love you. You have nothing to be worried about."
"I want to talk to Brittany."
"Brittany is outside in her studio, you're stuck with me.
"It's so late, though." Santana rolls her eyes at Quinn's obvious attempts to change the subject.
"Look, Q, you have nothing to be worried about. Berry is obviously head over hells crazy about you. If you want me to come over Friday afternoon and help you get ready, I'd be more than happy to, but the best thing you can do for your nerves right now is recognize that you're going on a date, that you've gone on before, with someone you've known for 15 years, who you know is in love with you. There's nothing to be nervous about." Nico's cries come wailing through the loudspeaker and Quinn takes the opportunity to begin another circular ramble about the nature of her relationship with Rachel and how confused she is, but Santana pretty much tuned her out the minute she got out of bed and began walking toward her son's room. "Listen, Quinn," Santana says, cutting her off. "I have to check on Nico, call me Friday if you need anything, okay? And don't call here after nine again. Or before 7. Or on weekdays, really. I'll call you." Santana hangs up the phone and gently nudges Nico's door open.
"Come here, you," she said, picking up the sobbing Nico. "Did you have a nightmare?" She asked, gently wiping the tears off of his face and bobbing him up and down on her hip. He smells soft and sweet like baby shampoo and clean diapers and Santana nuzzles her nose against the fluff of hair on his head. Seeing him cry makes her heart ache in ways she didn't know that it could. "What do you need, my little man, let mami make it better," she says, continuing to bob his small body up and down, gently whispering in his ear. "Go to sleep little baby, go to sleep little baby." Santana begins to sing softly to the toddler. "Everybody's gone in the cotton and the corn, didn't leave nobody but the baby." His cries slowly turn into soft whimpers as he looks up at Santana with bright eyes. "Go to sleep little baby, go to sleep little baby, honey in the rock and the sugar don't stop, don't leave nobody but the baby."
"Pretty," Brittany whispers, her voice surprising Santana out of her song. Brittany is leaning in the doorway, her dance clothes sticking to her body and her skin glowing with a fresh sheen of sweat. She smiles gently at Santana and motions for her to continue singing.
"I almost have him back to sleep," Santana whispers to Brittany as she tiptoes into Nico's room.
"Keep singing," Brittany whispers back.
"Go to sleep little baby. Go to sleep little baby," Santana begins again. She's softer now, perhaps a little more self-conscious now that she has someone listening besides her toddler. "She's long gone with her red shoes on didn't leave nobody but the baby. Go to sleep little baby," Santana begins again, stopping when Brittany starts to harmonize with her, smiling nervously. "Go to sleep little baby. You and me and the devil make three, didn't leave nobody but the baby."
"He's sleeping," Brittany whispers, her fingertips tracing light patterns on Santana's back. Santana nods, but doesn't look up from their son, her eyes wide as she stroked the soft hair on his head.
"He's so beautiful," Santana whispers, kissing his forehead gently.
"You both are. Let's get him into bed?" Brittany asks, looking quizzically at her wife. Santana nods and gently places their son in the crib. She tucks him in and checks the baby monitor and she and Brittany each kiss him on the head, before shutting the door almost all the way. They peek into Olivia's room, but she's sleeping soundly. It turned out that they really only had one sleepless baby on their hands, and that Nico had been keeping Olivia up all this time.
"Where did you learn that song?" Brittany asks Santana later as she climbs out of the shower and Santana brushes her teeth in their bathroom.
"Quinn," Santana said, after spitting her toothpaste down the drain. She shakes her toothbrush out and places it in the ceramic cat toothbrush cup by the sink.
"It's pretty," Brittany says, furiously rushing a towel through her hair.
"Thanks," Santana says, shrugging.
"I love watching you be so maternal," Brittany teases Santana, kissing her on the cheek and making eye contact in the mirror. "Our friends would never have believed it back in high school." Santana looks up from the lotion she had been rubbing on her arms at Brittany with a shy smile. That smile made Brittany stop teasing. It was the nervous smile of a younger Santana, a more insecure Santana. "What's up, honey?" Brittany asks, running a hand down Santana's arm.
"Nothing, just…I don't know. I like it too, you know? It feels right. You, me, our children. When I hold them I get this feeling like I'm holding the whole world inside my chest. Or something. It's amazing." Santana makes eye contact with Brittany in the mirror again. "What?" She asks, responding to the slight smirk playing on the edges of Brittany's mouth. "You know I'm not good at talking about feelings, Britt."
"No, no!" Brittany clarifies. "That's not why I'm smiling. I'm just happy and you're adorable and I really really love you." Santana smiles her nervous smile again.
"I love you too. They're just so perfect, it's…it's unreal that they're here and they're ours and they're our family." Santana says, placing the lotion back in her makeup drawer. "Oh god," she says, rolling her eyes to herself for what had to be then 100th time that day, "I must be getting my period or something." She turns to look at Brittany. "Hurry up and get ready for bed, Britt. I'm going to be cold in there by myself." Santana kisses Brittany on the lips and leaves a dripping and grinning Brittany alone in the bathroom.
Quinn was really trying not to be nervous. This was a downside of having children. While she may have been perfectly capable of hiding her nerves from another adult, her children were like bloodhounds. They'd been on her all day.
"How was school?" Quinn asked as she buckled her seatbelt and switched the car into drive.
"Good!" Hannah said.
"Why are you being weird?" Lily asked.
"What are you talking about?"
"You've been weird all day, mom," Hannah says, shrugging her shoulders like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah," Lily said from the backseat, tapping her mother on her shoulder to get her attention. "Like we're playing pretend or something."
"I don't know what you two are talking about, but you should be excited that your Aunt Santana is going to be at the house for a bit when we get home!" All three girls squeal with the prospect of their Aunt S coming over.
"Rachel is coming over too, right mom?" Hannah asks.
"Yes, after Santana leaves."
"See, totally weird." Lily says. "I mean, I know Aunt S is afraid of Rachel stealing her gold, or something, but why are they coming over at different times?"
"They just are, dear," Quinn says, trying to keep her focus on the road.
"Do you think Aunt S would give me some of her gold?"
"I don't know, sweetheart," Quinn says, rolling her eyes. "You'll have to talk to Aunt S about that one."
"You're still totally being weird, mom," Hannah says, walking through the kitchen with a book in her hands.
"It's totally funny, right, Han?" Lily asks as she slowly wheels by on her skateboard, her electric guitar thrown over her back and her sparkly pink helmet haphazardly placed upon her head. Quinn briefly considers reprimanding her, but decides she didn't have time to deal with it right now.
"See, totally weird," Hannah says from her seat at the kitchen table, gesturing over to their mother. Quinn puts her knife down on the cutting board, a little more loudly than intended.
"Can you please enlighten me as to what I'm doing that's so weird?"
"You've just been weird all day, mom." Lily says
"And you totally just didn't say anything just now when Lily came into the kitchen riding her skateboard in the house, with her guitar, and her helmet not even on." Harper said.
"Yeah, mommy," her youngest chimed in from nowhere. Quinn looked around to find Harper curled up at her feet playing with some Barbie dolls. "You're supposed to say," Harper began, using her dolls to act out the actions, "Lily! Stop riding the skateboard in the house! And what have I told you about riding around with that guitar on your back—don't think Aunt S is just going to buy you a new one when you break that one! And put your helmet on!" Harper screamed out.
"Totally," Hannah said.
"What is it with you and the 'totally', lately? Where are you getting this?"
"See? You're changing the subject. A sign of you being totally weird today."
"Totally," Lily agreed. Quinn just shook her head. She was certainly outnumbered in her own home. She didn't get a chance to argue with them any further because the sound of the doorbell. Nobody moved.
"Well?" Quinn asked, looking around at her daughters. "Nobody's going to get that? Usually you all are rushing to the door the minute it rings." Quinn rolled her eyes, as she put the knife down again and walked toward the door. "Typical," she muttered under her breath. "A serial killer is at the door, those three are ready to run up and welcome them in with open arms. A date? They all wait to watch me do it awkwardly. Not a date," Quinn reminded herself, shaking her head.
"Thanks for inviting us to dinner, ladies," Kurt says, handing Brittany a bottle of red and a bottle of white wine.
"I always want to see more of my Kurt!" Brittany says as she pulls Kurt into a tight hug.
"Thanks for these," Santana says, gesturing to the wine and placing a hello peck on Kurt and Sam's cheeks.
"I don't like coming to dinner at your house," Sam chuckles, a smirk playing on his lips. Brittany pouted as they led the two men toward the kitchen.
"Why not?"
"Because Santana is always weird and nice and like, playing hostess, or whatever," Sam says, "when really, I know all she's thinking is 'god, do we need more homos in this house? Are Sam's lips actually big enough to eat my children's heads, and, if so, should I hide them from him?'"
"You know me too well, Sammy Evans." Santana says. "Don't worry, I'll only be able to keep the hostess act up for about fifteen minutes before I'm protecting my babies from your whale lips."
"Good to know, Santana," Sam says as they follow Santana and Brittany into the house.
"Hi, Quinn!" Rachel says, her smile bright and plastered across her face. She readjusts her light jacket, smoothing out the creases where it had bunched around her center. "Thanks so much for inviting me tonight! I brought a bottle of red and bottle of white, I couldn't remember what you were drinking these days, and I brought a bottle of caffeine free diet Dr. Pepper for the girls, I know you don't like them having to much caffeine or sugar!"
"Thanks, Rach. That was really thoughtful," Quinn says quietly, opening her door so that Rachel could actually enter the house.
"I'm really excited to see the girls, it's been so long since I've really spent any time with them."
"I know, they're really excited to see you too!" Right on cue, Lily comes skateboarding down the hall. She pops her skateboard up into her arms and wraps them around Rachel's legs.
"I missed you, hobbit!" Lily exclaimed.
"I missed you too, little one!" Rachel says, giggling. "I see you've been spending more time with your Aunt Santana, lately."
"Aunt S said you'd like it if I called you hobbit."
"Well, remember, I still have at least a foot on you."
"I don't really know what a hobbit is, anyway," Lily clarifies.
Moments later Harper and Hannah ran in to say hello, but it wasn't long before the girls grew disinterested in the boring adult conversation and resumed whatever activities they'd been at earlier.
"I'm nervous," Quinn says, quietly, feeling the tension in her silent kitchen brewing around her.
"Why?" Rachel asks, for once feeling that many words weren't necessary.
"Because…this is the first time that we're doing this…like this." Rachel laughs.
"For a writer…"
"An aspiring writer," Quinn clarifies.
"For an aspiring writer, you have quite a way with words." Rachel smiles sheepishly at Quinn who just smirked at the statement.
"You know what I mean."
"Quinn, we've been doing just this, like this, for ages. This is just the first time you've been brave enough to admit it." Quinn sheepishly smiles at Rachel. "Now, let's stop all this pretense and have a normal, fun night. What do you need me to help you with?" Rachel beamed at Quinn, effectively hiding her own nerves.
"Chop the tomatoes for the salad, maybe?" Quinn asks, quietly smiling at Rachel.
"I'd be happy to." Rachel grins at Quinn.
"Thanks, Rach. For everything."
"Of course, Quinn. I'm just glad you invited me over."
Sam is sitting on the couch drinking a Simpler Times and watching Santana rock a sleepy Nico back and forth. Kurt and Brittany are across the room, cuddled up in the loveseat, so Kurt can show Brittany pictures of the costume's he's designing for a new period-film.
"It's nice to see you like this, Santana." Sam says, grinning.
"What do you mean?" She asked looking up from her son's head over to Sam.
"Happy," Sam began, smiling at her and taking a sip of his beer. "I mean, we didn't really stay in touch after graduation, and I've seen you more in the last three months than I have in the last ten years. It's nice to see this, I don't know, this softer side of you." Santana smiled at him, not sure how to respond. She wanted to find something sarcastic to say, but she couldn't think of anything while she was cradling her child.
"Thanks, Sam." They sit in silence again. Santana's not really sure what to say to him. Sure, she dated him when she was 16, but that didn't mean that she actually knew shit about him. And she guesses that they were kind of friends her senior year, but that McKinley High bitch-block still comes up with him for some reason. She uses her fingertips to brush the hair out of her sleeping son's eyes, and makes eye contact with Sam again. He's smirking now. Or something. Maybe it's not a smirk, maybe it's just a genuinely happy smile. Santana's doesn't know. "It does something to you, you know?" She asks, finally breaking the silence, trying to get some sort of read on what it is Sam is feeling at the moment. "Children. Family. Having to take care of something bigger than yourself."
"I can see that. I like this side of you, Santana. I think she was always hiding a little bit underneath that cool exterior and the ability to pull out a sharp insult at the drop of a dime."
"She was," Brittany says from her seat, where she had evidently been listening to their conversation. "Speaking of, it looks like we need to get the sleepyheads to bed," Brittany said, gesturing for Santana to get up with her. "We'll be right back."
"Are you staying to watch a movie, Rachel?" Hannah asks as she eats the last of the food on her plate. "You can even pick this time, since you haven't been over in a while, right mommy?" Hannah looks over at Quinn for reassurance.
"I suppose that's true," Quinn says, "if it's alright with you, of course, Rachel."
"I'd love to stay. Who's up for a little 'Sound of Music'?" The girls squeal and Quinn rolls her eyes at Rachel.
"Okay, Rachel can stay, but the three of you need to go upstairs and get in your jammies before the movie." Before Quinn can continue, the girls are out of their chairs and running up the stairs like wildfire. "Really, Rach?" Quinn asks, after the sound of footsteps up the stairs slows down. "The Sound of Music is like three hours long." Quinn says, stacking the girls plates on top of her own.
"Oh, you know they'll fall asleep before the Nazi's even come to town. I'd be surprised if they even knew that there were Nazi's in that movie, considering their attention-span." Rachel rises from her seat, picking up the salad bowl and an empty platter, following Quinn toward the kitchen.
"Those are my children you're talking about," Quinn says, placing the dirty dishes in the sink, "and I'll have you know that they have perfectly healthy attention spans for their age." Rachel playfully bumps Quinn's shoulder.
"Whatever you say," Rachel says, laughing as she hears the girls squealing upstairs.
"It's wild, isn't it?" Sam asks Kurt after Brittany and Santana's footsteps faded up the stairs. Kurt just nods, thinking into his glass of wine.
"It is and it isn't. Sometimes I'm amazed by how just normal and happy and healthy they are, but then I just have to remind myself that they were in love before the rest of us even knew each other, even if they didn't realize it yet. They've been in love forever. Of course they'd have the most normal, stable, relationship of anyone we know."
"What about us?" Sam asks, playfully smiling at Kurt.
"Well, who knows? Maybe we'll have what they do one day, Mr. Sam Evans," Kurt says, unable to hide his grin.
"I hope so," Sam says, giving Kurt a chaste kiss on his lips.
"Gross, Sammy Evans," Santana says as she and Brittany reenter the room, their fingers intertwined. "Please refrain from ravishing Kurt's porcelain face with your massive, elephant lips on my couch."
"And she's back," Kurt says, gently tapping Sam on the arm and winking at him.
"Thanks for inviting me over, Quinn," Rachel says softly, playing with the fringe on the throw she has wrapped around her. The sounds of the VonTrapp family hiding in the abbey play softly behind them.
"You've thanked me a hundred times, Rachel." Quinn replies, nervously swirling her wine in her hand. They were sitting on the couch, the three girls having gone to bed a couple of hours earlier.
"Dinner was really good." Rachel says, gently placing a hand on Quinn's forearm. The touch stopped Quinn's breath. When Rachel didn't move her hand away, Quinn thought she might forget how to start breathing again all together.
"Thanks, Rachel," Quinn said, finally, subtly shifting closer to Rachel in an effort to create more contact between them. "I'm really glad you came over."
"You told me that a thousand times, Quinn."
"Have I mentioned that I'm a little nervous?"
"No, actually, you haven't noted that quite yet."
"Oh?" Quinn says, through nervous laughter, "let me inform you then, Ms. Berry. I'm nervous."
"I never would have guessed. You seem so comfortable."
"Do I?" Quinn asks, her eyes darting from Rachel's eyes to the half smile on Rachel's lips.
"Yes. I've never seen you quite so comfortable." Rachel replies, clearing her throat.
"Maybe…" Quinn begins, taking a deep breath in, "maybe you make me comfortable." Her foot accidentally grazes Rachel's and she decides not to move it.
"Really?" Rachel asks, smirking. "I thought you said I make you nervous." Rachel raises her eyes so that they're making eye contact again. It quiets both of them. Somewhere between the beginning of their banter and now they've both shifted closer together. Quinn takes a breath in, wondering if she should make a move, or if Rachel will make a move, or if this is a mistake considering that they're just now beginning to put their friendship back on track. Then Rachel's lips are on hers. They're soft; it's not quite a kiss, rather Rachel's lips simply grazing along her own. Her nose and her mouth fill with Rachel's chapstick, the red wine, the dinner they finished hours ago. She's not sure if she's tasting of smelling. She feels Rachel tense and she remembers that this is the moment that she is supposed to kiss back. So she does.
"Do you ever think it's funny that I dated Kurt and you dated Sam and now they're dating each other?" Brittany asks as she settles in next to Santana who is reading a contract. Santana chuckles, lifting her arm so that her arm is wrapped around Brittany.
"I guess I never really thought about it, but it is kind of ridiculous. I try to avoid thinking about the bizarre love triangles we found ourselves in when we were in high school." She says, returning to the contract she was reading as Brittany traces patterns up and down her forearm.
"Like how Rachel lost her virginity to Finn and you took Finn's virginity and now Quinn and Rachel are sleeping together?"
"Yup, exactly like that, Britt," Santana says, smirking.
"You're making your cute, squinty, face," Brittany whispers, kissing the crook of Santana's elbow. "You should put your glasses on."
"I don't need my glasses."
"Then why did the doctor give them to you?"
"Because he was on crack."
"Well, either you don't understand this contract, or you can't really see it. Which do you prefer?" Brittany asks. Santana sighs heavily and throws the contract on her bedside table.
"I'm done working anyway," she says, kissing Brittany on the top of her head. "Can I talk to you about something?" Santana asks, quietly.
"Of course, honey," Brittany says, sitting up so that she is eye to eye with Santana. Santana never asked to talk, so when she does, Brittany knows it is serious.
"I want to do it, I think," Santana began, taking a deep breath. "I mean, everything in me doesn't want to do it, but at the same time I feel like I should."
"I have no idea what you're talking about, honey," Brittany said.
"I think that I want to carry our next child." Brittany's eyes widen, but she lets Santana continue. "It freaks the fuck out of me, Britt. I don't care that I saw you and Quinn and Mercedes and Tina all do this. It really fucking scares me." Santana takes a deep breath. "At the same time…I'm curious, maybe? Or, like, feel like it's something I will kick myself for not doing in the future full of our amazing children that you had or we adopted and wonder, forever, what it would have been like to go through the experience myself. And, yeah, I'd like to give Nico and Olivia little siblings and I know that we should do it sooner rather than later…" Santana looks down at her lap, trailing off.
"So you want to…" Brittany begins, her eyes welling with tears. Santana nods, shyly.
"After the twins second birthday, I think we should start trying, and, at least, see how it goes…" Brittany climbs over Santana so she is straddling her and forcefully presses her lips to her wife's.
"I love you, Santana," Brittany says between kisses, pressing herself as close as possible to Santana's body. "We're going to have a whole army of Pierce-Lopez's. You're going to have some, I'm going to have some, we're going to adopt some…they're pretty much going to take over the world…" Brittany continues. Her lips graze Santana's neck and her fingertips play at the hem of Santana's shirt, slowly rolling it up until it is bunched under Santana's neck. She slides her palm down over Santana's bra, finding her hard nipple under the fabric with her index finger and her thumb.
"Fuck, Brittany," Santana moans, bucking her hips up toward her wife, "I need you." Brittany lifts her own shirt over her head, revealing her naked breasts. Santana takes the left one and guides it toward her mouth, placing small kisses around the nipple, before taking the pink bud between her teeth. Brittany's hands frantically work their way down Santana, running a single digit outside Santana's black Calvin Klein's.
"You're so wet, baby…"Brittany whispers into Santana's hair. "You soaked through your panties."
"Mami! Mami! Mama, mami, mama, mama, mama!"
"FUCK," Santana yells out, collapsing into the bed.
"It's okay, Brittany whispers, continuing the rhythm of her hips against her wife.
"Britt, I can't get off with our kids yelling 'mami' into a monitor."
"Try, baby," Brittany said, continuing to drive herself into Santana.
"Can't babe," Santana said, sitting up. "I'm going to check on our children. And…need I remind you…this is what it's going to be like for the next twenty years with the army we're building."
"We should stop," Quinn says into Rachel's mouth. Rachel tightens her grip on the fabric of Quinn's dress. Quinn responds immediately, running her hands down the small of Rachel's back, lingering for a moment on the dimple where her back meets her butt before allowing her hands to travel south, pressing Rachel closer into her body.
"I don't think you want to stop," Rachel breathes out, twisting the material of Quinn's dress tighter in her fists.
"No, no, we should stop," Quinn says firmer now, pulling her head away from Rachel's so it is leaning against the arm of the couch.
"Why?" Rachel asks, gasping slightly for air, and leaning toward Quinn's lips again with a smirk on her face. Quinn turns her face away so that Rachel misses her lips, causing Rachel's eyes to widen at the motion. They are a mix of nervousness and lust. Quinn gives Rachel's butt a reassuring squeeze and grins at her.
"I want to date you." Quinn says, her voice huskier than usual.
"Isn't that what this is?"
"No, this is me groping your ass on a first date. It is nice, though," Quinn smirks, and squeezes Rachel's ass as if to emphasize her statement. Rachel leans up, her legs still straddling Quinn's hips, and looks at the woman lying between her legs.
'Well, who says there's going to be a second date, Quinn?"
"Me?"
"Well, if you're going to be so formal about it, I shall be going, Ms. Fabray, I had a lovely evening," Rachel says, climbing off of Quinn and straightening out her dress. Quinn groans at the loss of contact.
"Let me walk you to the door." Quinn rises and the two walk next to each other, their knuckle occasionally grazing as they walk in time toward the door.
"Can we do this again sometime?" Rachel asks as Quinn opens the door for her.
"I think I'd really like that." Quinn says, smiling down at Rachel. She leans in for a quick kiss. "I'll call you," Quinn says, as Rachel turns and heads down the path toward her car. Quinn watches her until she starts the ignition and drives off down her street. As soon as she's gone, Quinn shuts the door behind her and leans against it, her eyes squeezed shut and a grin slowly growing across her face. She walks into the kitchen and finds her phone.
"Santana?"
"Bitch, what did I tell you about calling here after ten?"
"This has to be an exception. Rachel and I just had an amazing first date, I think."
"Did you bone?"
"No." Quinn says, rolling her eyes.
"Were your kids there?"
"Yes."
"Call me when you have something actually new to tell me, Q. And don't call me after ten!" Santana slams the phone shut. Quinn doesn't care. She just had an amazing date with Rachel Berry. Santana can suck it.