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"Well aren't you two just so cute." Kurt said sounding halfway sarcastic as he came out of his room and saw Quinn and Santana lying on the couch facing each other.
"Shut it, Hummel." Santana said, her voice lacking a hateful tone after her quiet conversation with Quinn.
Quinn grinned at her as Kurt said, "I could practically feel the venom in that threat from here," Kurt laughed as he walked to the kitchen, "What have you done to her, Quinn?"
Quinn just chuckled as Santana rolled her eyes, "God could you imagine if he and Berry both knew? They'd never shut up."
"Then they'll have something to talk about while we hide away in your room." Quinn smirked.
"You've been talking like that an awful lot recently yet never follow through," Santana pointed out with raised eyebrows, "I'm starting to think you're just full of shit."
Quinn narrowed her eyes, "It's not my fault your roommates are crazy."
"I heard that!" Kurt called from the kitchen. Quinn snorted and Santana rolled her eyes.
"Well, Berry isn't here," Santana said, sliding her hand from Quinn's side to her butt and up and down her thigh, "So why don't you prove it?"
"Please for the love of all things good in this world don't." Kurt said.
"Will you shut your face, Hummel!?" Santana snapped back.
Quinn laughed quietly and dropped her gaze to her finger she was tracing up and down Santana's arm. She watched for a moment before she looked back up and saw Santana giving her a weird look, "What?" She asked, furrowing her brow.
"Why have I never told you how absolutely gorgeous you are?" Santana said just above a whisper.
"It's been mentioned." Quinn said, looking away with a shy grin.
Santana slid her hand back up and rested it on Quinn's cheek and made her look back into her eyes, "I've said you're sexy and adorable and I'm pretty sure I didn't even say it out loud. Except when I was implying you to Berry. Never to you. And you're not just sexy or cute, you're beautiful, Q."
Quinn grinned, "Thank you. You are too you know."
Santana's serious look broke into a smile, "So you've said before. Before you left that one weekend you were here ya know."
"That was embarrassing." Quinn laughed quietly.
"It was sweet." Santana reassured.
"That wasn't what I was actually gonna say." Quinn admitted nervously.
"I had a feeling it wasn't." Santana grinned.
"I wanted to...I was gonna say I love you." Quinn said very hesitantly. Santana didn't seem phased so she continued, "The issue was I didn't know how I meant it...and I didn't know how you'd take it. It's not like we've never said it before but after that weekend I just...I don't know. It was different then."
Santana watched her for a moment before she spoke, "You didn't know how you meant it? Even then?"
Quinn took in another deep breath after she release one she was holding, "We've known each other for so long and then just all the thinking I was doing...I don't know."
"What about now?" Santana asked quietly.
Quinn shrugged, "Normally I'd be a little skeptical of this kind of conversation after a month and a week of actual dating but I think our situation is a tad different."
"And?" Santana persisted.
"And...And I know I do love you as my best friend and I'm crazy about you as my girlfriend." Quinn said quietly, "What about you?"
"The same, actually." She answered with a grin.
"Rachel told me what the rose means." Quinn said quickly.
"Did she?" Santana didn't seem surprised.
Quinn nodded, "Is that...is that accurate? You wouldn't talk about it before. I figured now is a better time than ever."
Santana took in a deep breath, "I didn't see it and think, oh I bet Quinn would like this. There was a little book at the flower shop with what occasions you should get what for and what colors mean and all that crap and so yeah I knew what I was doing when I gave it to you." She answered quickly.
Quinn looked at her for a moment and grinned, "Why couldn't you just say that before?"
Santana snorted, "Why couldn't I just do a lot of things before?"
Quinn snorted, "Good point." She said and inched forward to kiss her lightly. She went to pull back but Santana brought her hand to the back of her neck and held her there, kissing her again. She tried to shift to lay on her back but with Quinn so close it didn't really work and she ended up almost falling off the couch.
She squealed and reached out for the coffee table to catch herself but it slid with her weight and she ended up on the floor anyway. Quinn remained on the couch looking down at her, laughing. Santana pursed her lips and grabbed onto her shirt and yanked her off the couch and on top of her.
"Santana!" She scolded as she came crashing down on top of her.
Santana shushed her before she pulled Quinn's face back to hers. Quinn wanted to push her away and not let her get her way but something inside her didn't care about that right now. She braced herself with her arms resting on either side of Santana's hands started wandering all over her back and sides.
"Seriously?" They heard Kurt say as he reentered the living room and walked towards the couch, "Ugh, whatever." He said as he stepped over them and onto the couch when they weren't stopping.
"Are you really just gonna sit there?" Santana asked, breaking away from Quinn. Quinn didn't care and immediately went to work on her neck.
"I'm not missing my show just because you two are groping on the floor." He said, turning the tv up.
"Whatever." Santana halfway moaned when Quinn sucked on the sensitive spot she found on her neck a couple of days ago.
"You have a bed you know." He grimaced.
"Ugh." Santana groaned and pushed Quinn up off of her. They both stood up, giving him a death glare before walking off to Santana's room.
"Are you su-" Santana started but Quinn quickly cut her off.
"Just shut up." She said and quickly attached her lips to Santana's again. She wrapped her arms around her neck and tangled her fingers in her dark. Santana put her hands on her waist and pulled her closer. Quinn leaned into her and moaned quietly into her mouth.
She slid her hands back around to Santana's chest and down her stomach to the hem of her shirt. She slid her hands under and kept moving them up, taking the shirt with her. Santana pulled back and looked into Quinn's eyes as she wordless lifted her arms so Quinn could pull it over her head.
Quinn's eyes immediately left Santana's to roam over the newly exposed skin. She reached out and traced her fingers over her abs. Santana watched her as her eyes remained transfixed on her own hands on Santana. She slowly slid them up and traced under her bra slowly glancing up and meeting Santana's gaze.
Santana's breath has gone from heavy breaths when they were kissing to short rapid breaths as she felt and watched Quinn start to explore her body. She was literally barely touching her but it was driving her insane. They heard the sound of the door opening and Rachel saying hello to Kurt. They exchanged a worried look before just shrugging it off.
"Like what you see?" She asked quietly with a smirk.
Quinn's lips quirked as she looked back down, "Maybe." She said and slid her hands around her waist pulling her up against her again. She looked up again briefly before connecting their mouths again, still hungry but this time with more meaning behind it. She slid her hands passed Santana's sweatpants' waistband and palmed her ass with a squeeze earning a moan from Santana.
Quinn started guiding Santana backwards in a blind search for the dresser or something to lean against. Instead, Santana stepped onto and backed into the curtain stumbling backwards. She squeaked and reached out for something to balance them but grabbed the curtain, pulling it and the bar holding it up down around them as she fell backwards, Quinn landing on top of her again with a squeal of her own.
They landed with a loud thud, profanities stumbling out of both their mouths. They heard Kurt burst into laughter as Rachel exclaimed, "Oh my god, are you guys okay!?"
"Shit." Santana groaned as Quinn struggled to roll off of her and untangle herself from the curtain. She's almost positive she was just wrapping it around herself even tighter. She whined and looked at Santana who just threw her arm over her face.
"What just happened?" Rachel asked as her wide eyes scanned over all the wreckage they caused. Her eyes landed on the shirtless Santana and then over to Quinn. She looked at her for a moment as she seemed to be thinking. A look flashed over her face and her eyes widened more, "You-I...oh my god." She said and starting pacing in a small circle.
"Good one, Grace." Kurt said between laughs.
"Ha ha." Santana mumbled sarcastically still not moving.
Quinn rolled her eyes and started trying to get out of the curtain as Rachel said, "So what...you two...what?"
"Yes." Quinn basically growled as she flailed her arms out of the curtain and stumbled as she stood up again. She looked at Kurt who had his hand over his mouth still clearly laughing at them, "Are you alive?" She poked at Santana with her foot.
She leaned over and grabbed Santana's arm off her face and pulled so she'd stand up. She groaned again before doing so. She glanced back at Rachel's confused/shocked face and Kurt, still in a fit of laughter, before turning back to Quinn, "Fuck."
Quinn tilted her head and gave her a sympathetic look, "I tried." She said, making Santana laugh quietly and roll her eyes.
"Would anyone like to explain what exactly is happening?" Rachel asked.
Santana's eyes fluttered shut in annoyance before she turned around, "Berry, I'd like you to meet the mysterious cute blonde hottie I've been talking about. Quinn you know Berry. Berry, Quinn."
Rachel gaped at them, "You're kidding right?"
"I'm standing here without a shirt on after we just fell on top of each other through that godforsaken curtain and you think I'm kidding?" Santana scoffed.
"You don't even like each other!" Rachel exclaimed, still confused.
Santana tilted her head and gave her an overly sweet smile, "That is where you are terribly wrong."
"But you're always arguing and being a bitch to her." Rachel said.
"Oh you mean when we got here two weeks ago? That was a legitimate argument that needed to be had, when have we since then?" Santana asked.
Rachel blinked at her, "You have a couple times since then." She said quietly.
"Okay look my point is that Q and I are together and happy, 'Kay?" Santana said.
"So all the talk about the blonde and whoever Quinn was talking about was just about each other...why didn't you tell me?" She asked.
"Santana thought we'd never shut up about it." Kurt finally chimed in.
Quinn walked over the curtain back to the "room" and picked up Santana's shirt and handed it to her, "So you knew?" Rachel asked him, sounding offended.
"Rachel it was nothing personal this...is just really new for me. We didn't actually tell anyone who knows. He just figured it out." Quinn explained quickly.
"I need to go to the bathroom." Santana muttered as she slipped her shirt back over her head and walked away. Rachel watched her as she walked by before turning her attention back to Quinn.
"When and how and why?" She asked.
Quinn snorted and shook her head, Santana was right, "Like a month, something happened at Mr. Schue's "wedding" and I convinced her we should be together." She answered easily.
"You did?" Rachel asked, still looking surprised.
"Yep." Quinn said.
Santana groaned as she walked out of the bathroom and looked at her room, "How are we supposed to have sex now?"
"Santana!" Quinn hissed.
"Well look! We thought we had no privacy before and now we literally have none." She complained.
"Oh wow." Rachel said as she brought her hand to her face and walked over to sit by Kurt.
Santana walked back over to Quinn and Rachel started asking Kurt everything, "This is upsetting." She said quietly.
Quinn laughed, "Why can't we just wait until they're in bed and turn off the lights?"
"Are you kidding me?" Santana gaped at her, "You're hot, I wanna see you."
Quinn raised an eyebrow, "Well, then fix the curtain. You're the one who broke it."
"Because you backed me into it!" Santana exclaimed.
"Shhhh," Quinn laughed, "Really though, you need to fix it." She said again.
"I don't know how." Santana scowled.
"I'll help you." Quinn said and stepped forward to wrap her arms around her neck, "They'll be busy talking, maybe we can sneak into one of their rooms." She suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.
"I wouldn't want to damage anything else in here." Santana rolled her eyes.
"You need to stop falling off of slash into things." Quinn smirked.
"It was your fault every time." Santana argued.
"Oh whatever." Quinn said before she kissed her.
Santana hummed and brought her arms around her waist as she kissed her back, "Where is all this sexualness coming from?"
"From the fact you're incredibly sexy and because every time we do the sweet lady kisses thing we're both left all hot and bothered." Quinn said quietly.
"What about the other thing?" Santana asked.
"I think we're good." Quinn grinned.
Santana smiled, "Me too."
"Anyway, dinner is on the counter you two." Rachel called over to them with a slight stutter when she saw them.
"'Kay." Quinn called over her shoulder, "Be right back." Quinn said before making her way to the bathroom before they ate.
"They better get that fucking curtain hung back up by the time we get back or I will not hesitate to cut someone." Santana said irritatedly as her, Quinn and Rachel walked down the sidewalk together.
"I think they can handle it." Rachel mumbled.
"Are you sure? I'd hate for them to hang it back up and then do the same fucking thing. I have no idea why that kid still hangs around Hummel knowing he's still Blaine's butt buddy." Santana said.
"Seriously?" Rachel shot her a disgusted look.
"Don't listen to her." Quinn said and squeezed Santana's hand hard.
"Whatever." Rachel mumbled before turning and walking into a coffee shop.
They followed her in and walked to the counter, "If you get up there will you order mine? I have to go." Quinn whispered to Santana.
"Usual?" Santana asked as she dug distractedly through her purse.
"Yeah, thanks." Quinn smiled and started walking towards the back. She stopped suddenly when she saw a familiar face in the back corner booth. She turned on her heels and made a beeline for Santana, "You know I think we should just get our order and go." She said quickly.
"What why?" Santana asked, clearly confused.
"Because we just should." Quinn said as Rachel walked by her with her drink.
"Shelby!" She called out excitedly and Quinn closed her eyes and clenched her teeth.
Santana's eyes darted to where Rachel was headed off to, "I'm gonna kill that little hobbit." Santana growled.
"Santana she doesn't have to know I'm here too okay? Let's just hurry up and go." Quinn said quickly.
"Can you hurry up with that? Please?" Santana called over the counter.
She received a glare but the girl started hurrying. She handed them over and Santana pulled Quinn to the door, "Guys come here!" Rachel called.
Quinn glanced over at them and sighed, "We can just go." Santana suggested.
"I don't wanna be a bitch again, San." Quinn said quietly.
Santana pursed her lips, "Fine, go." She said and followed her back to them.
"Hello, Quinn. It's nice to see you again." Shelby greeted her.
"Hi." Quinn said quietly.
Santana stood close to Quinn rubbing her lower back softly in an attempt to keep her relaxed as she stared a hole through the back of Rachel's head.
"Santana, good to see you too." Shelby said.
"Yeah you too." Santana said quickly, earning a nudge from Quinn.
"So how have you been, Quinn?" She asked.
"I've been good." She answered quickly, "What about you?" She asked quietly.
"Good! We're both good...she's at the daycare I'm running now. Lunch break." Shelby said.
Quinn tensed slightly at the indirect mention of her, "I'm...happy to hear that." She nodded with a forced smile.
"I'm sure she'd love to see you again...if you would like to." Shelby said.
Now Santana tensed next to her, "Well her birthday is next month you know. You'd be more than welcome to come. All of you if you'd like." She added with a smile.
"Um...I'll, yeah I'll think about it." Quinn managed quietly.
"No pressure." She smiled again, "Rachel and I think it would be good for you two...in the long run if not now. You know?"
"Yeah yeah, that's what Puck said." Quinn shook her head quickly.
"Baby breathe." Santana whispered in her ear when she turned her head around. Quinn didn't even realize she had been holding her breath almost the whole time.
Rachel turned to look at them, "Well we should probably go." She said and stood up, "It was nice seeing you, I'll let you know what happens with the callback!"
"Alright, good luck! Not that you'll need it." She grinned, "Bye guys!"
"Bye." Quinn and Santana mumbled before they walked away.
When they got out of the building Santana let go of Quinn and grabbed Rachel's wrist and yanked her around, "If you pull another stunt like that I swear to god I will kick your fucking ass." She hissed right in her face.
Quinn turned around with wide eyes as Rachel asked, "What are you even talking about?"
"Calling Quinn over to talk to her, did you ever think maybe when she said she was thinking about it that maybe she was fucking thinking about it and not ready to talk to her yet?"
Rachel leaned back slightly away from her, "It was just Shelby I don't see what the big deal is..."
"You don't-oh my god." Santana scoffed and threw Rachel's hand back to her.
"It's fine. San. It was going to happen eventually." Quinn finally said.
"I haven't seen you try so hard to stay composed in a really long time, Q, how is that okay?" Santana asked.
"I'm. Fine." Quinn said, grabbing her hands and looking her in the eyes, "If Beth was actually with her we might have an entirely different situation on our hands but she wasn't and I'm fine. Okay? Now can we just go back home?"
Santana glanced at Rachel who was watching them intently, "If you want to." She agreed quietly.
"But we just left." Rachel pointed out.
"Yeah and you just fucked it up. Look I don't know what your issue has been ever since last night but I suggest you get over before I end up kicking your ass, got it?" Santana threatened.
"I don't have an issue." Rachel snapped.
"Really? Because your behavior says differently. If you wanna stay out go ahead but I'm taking her home." Santana said with a glare.
Rachel pursed her lips before she pushed by them on the way back home, "Why is she acting like that?" Quinn asked quietly.
"I'm assuming she's either mad we didn't tell her sooner or she's convinced herself this is an unhealthy relationship...or she's into you." Santana said.
Quinn scoffed, "I'm sure."
"Who knows." Santana shrugged.
"You know I can hear you right?" Rachel said as she turned around and walked backwards for a few steps just looking at them before she turned around again, "The first one is right." She finally muttered.
"Rach I'm sorry, I told you that." Quinn said exasperatedly.
"Okay I know. So am I." She responded without turning around.
"Doubt it." Santana said before she threw her arm around Quinn's shoulders. Quinn sighed and leaned into her as she took a sip of her coffee. Bitchy Rachel is always fun.
"Are you okay?" Santana asked as she watched Quinn watch Kurt and Adam struggle with the curtain rod...2 hours later.
She nodded, "Just thinking."
"Thinking what?" Santana asked.
"Thinking I really want to see her..." Quinn trailed off quietly, "Yet thinking I might not be ready to see her."
"You've grown up a lot since the last time you have." Santana pointed out.
Quinn pursed her lips, "I thought that last time too."
"You thought that when your hair was hot pink and you were a fucking Skank. I hate to say it but that was probably your most crazy phase, babe." Santana laughed softly.
Quinn's face finally broke out into a small grin, "True."
"When you're ready I'll be there for you, I'm sure Berry will be, hell even maybe Lady Hummel over there will be."
"I'll be what?" Kurt called over his shoulder.
"There for Q if she goes to Beth's birthday party. Or to see her at all." Santana said.
"Oh of course! Rachel says she looks just like you, I'd love to meet her!" He said excitedly.
"Rachel has been seeing her?" Quinn asked.
"Um...I don't know." He said suddenly not so excited.
"Fuck." Santana muttered when Quinn stood up and stormed to Rachel's room.
"Why didn't you tell me you've been seeing Beth too?" She asked as she tore through her curtain.
Rachel sat up quickly, "What?"
"Kurt just said you said she looks like me, have you been seeing her too?" Quinn repeated.
"Why does it matter?" Rachel asked, seemingly genuinely confused.
Quinn laughed humorlessly, "She's my daughter, Rachel. You could've told me how she's doing or sent me pictures or something I don't freaking know!"
"She's not your daughter Quinn." Rachel said quietly.
"Oh she isn't? Then that must mean Shelby isn't your mother so why do you keep seeking her out, Rachel? Hmm?" Quinn snapped back.
"It's not the same."
"How is it not the fucking same, Rachel!? That's not even the point you know how much I think about her you could've have said something for the love of god!" Quinn said raising her voice.
"Quinn, settle down." Santana said as she snuck up behind her after the word fuck flew out of Quinn's mouth for probably like the second time in her whole life.
"Quinn I'm sorry, I honestly didn't think it would be something you wanted to talk about." Rachel said quietly.
"Why?" Quinn asked, confused herself now.
"You've never asked and you haven't spoken about her since I've been meeting with Shelby...I don't know." Rachel explained.
"I didn't even know you were visiting Shelby in the first place." Quinn said, exasperatedly.
"Quinn is just a tad frustrated for several reasons, don't mind her." Santana said.
"That's funny considering you almost ripped my head off earlier." Rachel scoffed.
"I didn't say I'm not either." Santana narrowed her eyes as Rachel rolled hers.
"Okay this discussion is over, I'm sorry I went crazy." Quinn mumbled.
"It's fine." Rachel said and gave Santana an expectant look.
"What? I'm not apologizing. This is your fault, way to go." Santana made a tsking noise and shook her head. Rachel rolled her eyes again.
Quinn rolled her eyes too and walked back out of the room to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, taking a big drink. Rachel walked in behind Santana and walked over to her, "Do you wanna see her?" She asked hesitantly.
Quinn glanced between her and the phone in her hand and thought, "Um...yeah." She finally answered quietly.
Rachel hesitated before she handed Quinn the phone. Quinn glanced at Santana who was watching her carefully before she looked down at the phone. She looked at the picture; she still had wispy blonde curly hair and bright green eyes and still had Puck's silly lopsided grin as she sat on the floor playing with some toys.
"She's getting so big." Quinn whispered mostly to herself as she tried not to cry.
Santana immediately walked over behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist as she rested her chin on Quinn's shoulder, "Holy shit, she's literally a mini Quinn." She said and grabbed Quinn's hand so she could turn her wrist and see it better.
Rachel grabbed her phone back from them, "She's starting to talk a lot more and stuff...she likes coloring and doodling and stuff like that. Look, I'm sorry, I thought maybe if you wanted to know anything you would've said something. And I'm sorry for being a bitch, I'm happy for you two."
Quinn just smiled at her and nodded. Santana wrapped her hand back around her waist. Rachel smiled at them before she went back into her room, "You know...sometimes I forget you've actually had a baby." Santana said quietly, "It's weird to think about you know? And then seeing her...she looks just like you. It's crazy."
Quinn let out a quiet laugh, "How do you think I feel?"
Santana grinned and squeezed her, "You know, whatever you wanna do, I'll be here."
"I know." Quinn reassured quietly, "Can I tell you something?"
Santana slid around to the front of Quinn and looked her in the eye, "Of course."
Quinn sighed, "I've had a lot of stressful things happen over the past year and I feel like things are finally starting to calm back down...knock on wood. I just, I don't know. She's happy and healthy and wouldn't have any idea who I am or why I keep hanging around...maybe I should just wait awhile you know?"
Santana nodded, "I get it, Q. Maybe you're right? Just wait til she's a little older and can appreciate your presence whether she knows or not and in the meantime you can be happy for once."
"For once?" Quinn scoffed.
"You know what I mean." Santana rolled her eyes, "But yeah, you can watch from afar via Shelby...or Berry. Keep you at ease while you focus on yourself for awhile. Until you feel like you're ready."
Quinn grinned, "Thank you for understanding and not pressuring me to go through with it."
Santana shrugged, "You know I never thought I'd have to deal with baby mama drama. Especially like this." She smirked.
Quinn smiled and shook her head, "You're ridiculous."
"As long as I get you to smile." Santana grinned, "And I wish they'd hurry up with that fucking thing I wants to lay down and cuddle you until you feel better."
"I feel just fine." Quinn smiled.
"I still wants to cuddle you." Santana grinned.
Quinn smiled and shook her head again. Santana reached up and placed a soft kiss on her lips, "I love you, Quinn." She said just above a whisper against her lips.
Quinn bit her lip with a super quiet giggle as she kept her eyes closed. Santana watched intently for her reaction.
She opened her eyes, "I love you too, Santana." She said quietly with a smile. Santana smiled again and pulled her in for another longer kiss.
"Awwwwww!" Kurt exclaimed from the living room.
Santana pulled back and glared at him, "How did you even fucking hear that?"
"I didn't need to, I know a confession of love when I see one!" He exclaimed.
"Oh Jesus." Santana muttered.
"Ignore him." Quinn smiled as she turned Santana back to face her again with another kiss.
Finally.