A/N: Last chapter...and it's full of fluff.

Do you want the sequel?

Lots of love...

-A

Set Fire To The Rain (Adele)

Quinn's POV

"Yesssssss." I hissed as she pushed into me.

Her dark locks caressed my face and I couldn't help but bite back the moan that was bubbling from my lips.

"Don't hold back." She groaned before biting down hard on my shoulder.

"Oh God!" I groaned as she slammed into me.

"Mmm...is it good baby love?"

The steam of the shower and the water raining down on us had me in a haze of feelings and sensations.

But I still wanted more.

"Harder." I whispered before wrapping my legs tighter around her waist. And she did. "Oh...yes...like...fuck! Yes! San...San...Santannnnnna...yes! Right there! Just like that." I groaned.

She gripped my ass with one hand and with the other she gripped my hair and pulled my head back.

Her lips and teeth were attacking my neck and I just kept chanting out her name over and over again.

My mind knew nothing more than that.

Than her.

My legs were like jelly as I finally found purchase on the floor.

San had her back to me and was humming to herself.

This was quickly becoming a home for us and it felt good to just be alone with her.

No interruptions.

No stares...

Just me and Santana...together.

"Promise me that you will go back to school, Q." She said as she lifted her head and met my eyes in the mirror that sat in front of her.

It was something completely random as we proceeded to get dressed.

And so I shrugged and continued to pull a shirt over my head.

In that small amount of time, she had traversed the room and was standing just in front of me.

Her eyes were examining my face and then her hand came up to cup my cheek.

She looked upset.

Definitely not what I was expecting after the mind-blowing sex that we had been having for days now.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I will never forgive myself if you put off your dream of being a lawyer for me."

"San...you know that I don't mind." I said with a shrug.

Her eyebrows got even more scrunched up.

"Well, I do mind. The University of Toronto is like the best...you should see about transferring."

I sighed when I saw her face filled with concern.

Despite her going off the edge, she had still managed to finish her masters.

She had her degrees but I still had two years left.

And truthfully, I had given up.

"If it's really that important to you...then I will look into it today."

A smile spread across her face and she pulled me into a tight hug.

I could feel the shaking in her body and then I heard a sniffle.

"Thank you." She mumbled before stepping back and wiping at her misty eyes.

Santana's POV

"Bendicion, Mami."

The wind was blowing the willow trees as I knelt by the giant headstone.

It was my first time back in the States in a year and this had been my first destination.

Papi was getting remarried after all this time.

His fiancé was an old friend of the family, of my mothers.

I already loved her.

At first, I had been upset about the marriage but then, after I talked to Quinn and she told me that if she died and enough time went by...she would want me to be with Britt.

That she would feel better about me being with someone who she loved and not a stranger.

It made me reconsider coming to the wedding.

But that's just my wife, always thinking.

Always making me see past my own shit.

"So much has happened since you've been gone. I'm getting help and I'm still with Q...and yes, I'm good to her. I wish you were here...I'm going to have a baby...I just found out yesterday. I haven't even told Quinn yet. I'm really scared, I wish you were here to tell me what to do...how to be. I miss you so much. I hope that you would be proud...I'm going to do everything that I can to be the person that you wanted me to be."

I sat in the front pew and watched as my father took a new wife.

My tears were ridiculous as I leaned into Quinn.

She kissed my bare shoulder and then whispered in my ear.

"Are you alright?"

"It's just..." I had wanted to surprise her...but after visiting my mom and now this...I couldn't hold back any longer. "the pregnancy hormones."

A smile spread over her face.

"Yea? A baby?" She whispered.

I nodded and wiped at my cheeks as the new tears came down.

"Yea...you're sure about this right?" I asked.

"Absolutely." She couldn't stop grinning as she stared at me with a fresh look in her eyes. "I'm in this...we can do this...are you nervous?"

"Terrified." I admitted as I stood with the rest of the congregation to clap for my father.

I felt a hand slip past my waist and rub tenderly at my stomach.

"In a good way right?"

I nodded.

"Definitely."

"I can't believe that I let you talk me into this!" I snapped at Q as she gripped my hands.

"It's almost over, she's almost here...just a few more pushes baby...you can do this."

"I can't." I groaned as another contraction hit me.

"You can and you will."

"Oh God!" I screamed as I bared down and pushed.

"You're doing great!"

Q smiled and I just began to cry again as I pushed again as hard as I could.

I was in disbelief that anything was actually happening.

Sometimes, I still didn't believe that I was actually creating life.

But then when I heard her cry for the first time...it hit me.

I was someone's Mami.

Me!

The baby hated me.

Or at least that's what it felt like in the middle of the night.

It was time to nurse her and I didn't feel like moving.

"Q?"

"Hmmm?"

I felt bad because she had just finished her degree and was working a job that demanded her time but I was beyond exhausted.

"Please? There are bottles in the fridge...I'm begging you...just let me sleep...please?"

"I'm on it!"

She stumbled from the bed and headed towards the nursery looking like a drunken nut bag but I just smiled and rolled right back over.

I swear, I had been sleeping for ten minutes when the crying started again.

"Q?"

No answer.

And so I peaked an eye open.

It was daylight...she was at work.

Getting up was no longer a choice.

But that didn't stop me from crying right along with the baby until Quinn got home that night.

Quinn's POV

When I got home after another day of clerking...I just wanted to crawl into bed and not see the light of day for a few weeks.

But we had a newborn.

And San had been with her all day long...I couldn't just put all that work on her.

It was tantamount to torture.

And as I opened the door to the house, I was greeted by San weeping as she held a screaming baby.

From the sound of the baby's cries, it had been going on for quite awhile.

"San?" She didn't answer.

That worried me.

I reached down and took the baby from her and she still didn't look up.

And then I knew.

She was losing her grasp.

The stress was too much.

And so, three years after moving to Canada, I made a rash decision.

"Do you want to move back home?"

Her eyes met mine and I could see how bloodshot they were.

She had reached her limit and had been holding on with everything that she had left.

"You don't even have to ask." She said as she angrily wiped her eyes. "I need help, Q...I can't do this alone."

"Then we will go home."

It had been almost too easy to find a job in New York.

Her father and his wife lived there, Rachel and Brittany lived there and an opportunity to finally start her music career was there.

And knowing that being home alone with the baby had an end date...for the last month that we were in Toronto, I came home to a more settled version of her.

A happier version.

It was like our lives had come full circle.

We ran away from New York, hoping to find some new life far away and now that we found it...we were coming back.

But with more maturity, degrees, a baby and lots of love.

We had no idea what was in front of us but we jumped in anyway.

Feet first...

And I don't regret a thing.

A/N: That's all she wrote chiquitas! I wrote a whole other ending and it was way darker.

The sequel is already up...it's called NEVER BEEN HURT...enjoy!

It's been grand!

-A