So here it is. Short and sweet :) I see you guys saying I should continue and I'm not gonna lie I'm thinking about doing like, a better thought out sequel but I'm already working out a Faberry fic in my brain as a continuation of a Faberry week prompt so we'll see how either of those end up going. But if you like Faberry too you should totes keep an eye out for it :D Thank you all so much for everything again! :)
Quinn, Rachel and Kurt sat at a small table cheering for Santana as she jumped off the makeshift stage and quickly ran over and wrapped Quinn up in a giant hug, "That's never not nerve wracking." She mumbled into Quinn's shoulder. Quinn smiled and hugged her back just as tightly.
"You were amazing, baby." She said reassuringly into her ear. Santana had been working with her vocal coach for about a year and started singing in bars and such either for talent competitions or to fill an entertainment slot. Like tonight. That was the only thing she could do right now to try to get a buzz going around about her.
"Thanks." She grinned as she pulled back and gave her a quick kiss before letting her go so they could sit down.
"It's nerve wracking but I can tell you love it." Rachel chimed in.
"I do," Santana said, "It's different being up there alone though, instead of with a group, you know?"
"Yeah I get it," Rachel said, "That's how I feel when it's time for one of my solos. But then the crowd cheers when it's over and I feel silly for worrying so much."
Santana nodded and Quinn sort of zoned out as they continued their discussion. Last summer after she went back to school Rachel and Santana got a lot closer. Rachel was now 75% "Rachel" and only "Berry" occasionally, usually depending on her mood. Which surprised Quinn, she noticed it when she came in for Thanksgiving and Santana helped Rachel cook and everything. Apparently it was Quinn's fault for leaving and Rachel was the one she had to talk to...again, surprising that she even needed to talk about it and actually did.
Kurt wasn't so lucky but of course they've never really gotten along that much. At least Rachel and Santana made "friends" before they graduated. Quinn and Santana's relationship got...a lot more comfortable. Santana doesn't get weird about things anymore, they don't worry about anything they used to worry about, etc.
And Santana was still a huge "romantical" sap but Quinn tried to do more things for her as time went on. She "dragged" Santana back to Lima for Valentine's Day and Santana acted angry about it but when Quinn opened the door to the same room from a year earlier she ended up loving it.
"Hey!" Santana snapped her fingers in front of Quinn's face, "Where'd you go just then?" She asked with a grin playing on the edge of her lips.
Quinn shook her head and shrugged with a grin of her own, "Just thinking about you."
"What about?" Santana asked curiously.
Quinn shrugged again, "Oh you know, how amazing and sexy and talented you are. The usual."
Santana snorted, "Okay, smartass."
"Just saying." Quinn smiled.
"Well, we're gonna get going," Rachel said, interrupting them, "Got an early, busy day tomorrow."
Quinn turned to her and smiled, "Okay, thanks for coming and helping with everything."
"Anytime. Let me know if you need anymore help." Rachel smiled.
Quinn nodded, "Be safe. Lemme know when you get back, it's getting pretty late."
"Okay," Rachel nodded, "See you guys later."
"Bye guys." Santana said with a small wave in synch with Quinn. Kurt smiled and waved bye too and they were off and out the door.
"Miss Lopez?" Quinn turned to the voice and saw the owner of the place standing next to her.
"That would be me." Santana smiled.
"I'd like to personally tell you you sounded absolutely amazing tonight. I've gotten several requests to have you back sometime...would you be interested?" He asked.
Santana glanced over at Quinn briefly before answering, "Yeah, I'd love to!"
"Great!" He explained, "Would you mind giving me your or your manager's number? I'll let you know when we'd be interested in having you again."
"Yeah sure." Santana said, grabbing the pen and paper from him. She wrote down her number and handed it to him, "If this was a plot to just get my number I'm gonna save you the trouble and introduce you to my lovely girlfriend, Quinn." She gestured to her.
Quinn grinned and wiggled her fingers in a tiny wave as he laughed, "I promise that's not what this was. However beautiful you may be."
Quinn raised an eyebrow and Santana smiled, "I get that a lot." She said and Quinn snorted and shook her head as he laughed again.
"I'm sure you do. But I'll be in touch. Have a nice night." He said and walked away.
Santana turned back towards Quinn with a beaming smile, "Success all around."
Quinn nodded, "Mmhmm, you ready to go?"
"Sure, babe," She grinned at Quinn's tone, "You don't have to be jelly, I'm coming home with you after all."
Quinn's eyebrow raised impossibly higher as she pushed open the door and held it for her as she walked out, "I'm not jealous, Santana. Why would I be?"
Santana shrugged and interlocked their fingers as they started walking, pulling her closer against her side, "He basically hit on me right in front of you."
"And?" Quinn asked, "Jealous isn't the word I would use. Annoyed...irritated maybe."
Santana laughed, "This will happen all the time once I'm famous. You should get used to it."
Quinn laughed and shook her head, "That sounds a tad pretentious."
"It's true." Santana said.
"If you say so." Quinn grinned.
"I'll dedicate my first award to you before telling the whole world I'm gonna celebrate with you allllll night," Santana explained proudly, "So at least they'll know I'm happily taken and satisfied...but Grammy Award winner Santana Lopez. That sounds nice, huh?"
Quinn laughed again, "Perfect actually. And I'm just your doting and dutiful lover Quinn Fabray."
Santana hummed, "Just lover? That'll be awhile from now I'm sure. Maybeeee, Quinn...Lopez-Fabray."
Quinn's eyebrows shot up in surprise and she ignored whatever feeling that just gave her and went with the less serious route, "Really? I was thinking Fabray-Lopez."
Santana scoffed, "Santana Fabray?"
"Quinn Lopez?" Quinn scoffed too.
"Lopez-Fabray is clearly the best option." Santana said.
"Fabray-Lopez is but okay." Quinn grinned.
"Whatever." Santana sighed as she opened the door to the apartment building.
"Ah yes, because you know I'm right." Quinn said as she poked Santana's legs as she walked up the stairs in front of her.
"I'll kick you if you don't stop poking me Fabray." Santana warned halfheartedly and began walking up them faster.
"Yeah right." Quinn mumbled as she quickened her pace to catch up to her down the hall.
Santana unlocked the door and held out her hand to stop Quinn from going in, "I have to carry you over the threshold."
Quinn raised an eyebrow, "Um, why? Did we get married and I missed it? And I've already been inside..."
Santana rolled her eyes, "No smartass, this is our first time in here alone like together like starting our new life...do you even know why they do it?"
"Something about bad luck and evil spirits?" Quinn shrugged.
Santana blinked at her, "Okay...so come here."
"Why do you have to carry me?" Quinn asked as she hesitantly stepped closer to her.
"Because I just do." Santana said impatiently.
"I'm not going until you tell me." Quinn said crossing her arms.
"Seriously?" Santana asked with a scoff. Quinn nodded, "Well that's the beautiful thing about carrying. You have no choice." She said and bent down, sweeping Quinn's legs from underneath her and swooping her up in her arms.
Quinn squealed and flailed out her arms to quickly wrap tightly around Santana's neck, "Asshole!" She said as she buried her face in the crook of Santana's neck so she wouldn't bang it against the door frame.
"Christ when did you get so heavy?" She said as she stepped forward.
"Oh my god, you're mean." Quinn whined as she wrapped her arms tighter.
"You're gonna strangle me, Quinn." Santana said distractedly as she maneuvered Quinn safely through the door.
"I think I'm okay with that." Quinn said as Santana kicked the door shut behind them and continued towards the bedroom.
"Well don't be because if I pass out we'll both die." Santana said as she made their way through the boxes carefully.
"Put me down, Santana." Quinn whined as she tried to pull in her legs to make herself fit through better.
"No, we'll be fine, you're supposed to trust me." Santana sighed.
"You sound like you're gonna fall over in about two seconds." Quinn observed nervously.
"In two seconds we'll be at our destination." Santana said.
Quinn sighed and just allowed Santana to get her there, mostly unharmed. Once they reached the bed, Santana threw her down on it, "I'm so glad we put this together instead of waiting, it's just asking for a proper break in." Santana smirked.
Quinn scooted up towards the headboard with a frown, "Santana it's been a ridiculously long day. I'm sure you're tired from moving all this crap just like I am. Plus I need to get up early."
"Why?" Santana asked as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and tossed it on top of a box by the bed before climbing towards Quinn.
"We need to get this place at least halfway put together before classes start Wednesday or I'll be too busy to care and it'll look horrible forever." Quinn explained and leaned back slightly when Santana straddled her legs with a sigh.
"Can we get a cat?" She asked.
"I-what?" Quinn asked, thrown off by the randomness of her question.
"We'll be like a cute little family. The Lopez-Fabrays." Santana grinned.
Quinn grinned despite herself, "I'm allergic to cats, baby." She said quietly.
"Are you really? What the fuck." Santana sighed.
"What about a puppy? Like a...Yorkie." Quinn smiled.
Santana frowned, "Cats are better. They're bitchy. We'd totally get along."
"Well we can't have one I'm sorry." Quinn said with narrowed eyes at Santana's tone.
Santana sighed, "Whatever...did your dad say anything about me being the one living with you?"
"Um-not really..." Quinn said.
"Really? No mentions of how it's only a one bedroom apartment?" Santana asked.
"I'm not talking to him about like, anything, Santana. I never have. The less he knows the better off we are." Quinn sighed, "Now can we sleep?"
Santana rolled her eyes. She's been very vocal about her dislike for him, even moreso than before, and how much she's over Quinn doing this. It's not like its a cakewalk for Quinn either but it's not like it matters much except for at the start of the year and end of each semester.
Her mother on the other hand knows and has gotten over it. The family, which found out mostly through the grapevine rather than from Judy or Quinn theirselves, not so much. But Quinn expected it and its not like she can say she's too worried about it. They've been distance since her pregnancy anyway.
Santana looked at her for a moment before climbing off of her, "I guess." Every time this gets brought up it ends up an argument and right now it seems like they both wanna avoid that.
They both stood up and quickly changed into something to sleep in. Santana just pulled her shirt and jeans off, climbing in bed in her tank top and panties while Quinn tried to find at least a shirt to pull on, "The sweatshirt I had on earlier is over there if you wanna throw it on, Q." Santana said, gesturing towards the empty dresser against the wall.
Quinn walked over and swiped it off after pulling her dress off. She threw it on and made her way back over to bed and climbed in next to Santana. Santana grabbed her by the sweatshirt and turned her over to face her, "I didn't mean to get you in a mood."
"I'm not. I just don't like that you think I'm okay with lying to him about you. I wouldn't do it if I didn't have to. Plus you said yourself to rob him blind so..." She ended with a playful tone.
"I didn't mean literally." Santana laughed quietly.
Quinn grinned, "I'm really happy we're doing this." She said quietly.
"Me too." Santana said.
"That's good," Quinn smiled, "'Cause I think you're gonna be stuck with me for awhile."
Santana rolled her eyes playfully, "God help me," She sighed, "Wait, how long is awhile? I have a thing on Friday, will you be gone by then?"
Quinn snorted and shoved her shoulder, "I wasn't planning on it."
Santana laughed, "Kidding."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "I was thinking more like...forever." She said softly.
Santana blinked at her and nodded slowly, "I was afraid you'd say that."
"Goodnight." Quinn said and closed her eyes.
"No, babe. Look at me," Santana laughed quietly. Quinn cracked open one eye, "That doesn't sound so bad I guess."
Quinn opened her other eye to study her better, "Good because its not happening any other way." She said, holding back a grin.
"See, I figured as much. I've been preparing myself. As long as you don't stop having sex with me I guess I'll survive." Santana sighed.
"I hate you. This is one of those I don't know if you're kidding moments and I'm not sure if I should punch you or not." Quinn laughed quietly.
Santana rolled her eyes and smiled, "If that's actually how I felt I guarantee I wouldn't be here right now, you know that," She said, "Unfortunately I'm like crazy in love with you and I don't think my life would be useful elsewhere."
"Your life is useful in every aspect. But this one is best." Quinn smiled.
"Exactly my point." Santana said.
"I love you so much." Quinn sighed.
Santana snorted, "You're not supposed to sound like that pains you."
"Well it does," Quinn smiled, "But for good reasons...Like how I don't know what my life would be like if I didn't drag you to my room that night."
"Obviously not as good as this because I'm in it," Santana laughed and Quinn rolled her eyes, "But, same actually...nor do I see it at any point in the future without you." She admitted quietly.
Quinn smiled softly, "I'm glad."
"I love you so much too, Q." Santana said, scooting closer and pulling Quinn against her and resting her forehead against hers as she wrapped her arm around her waist.
Quinn grinned, Santana may be more comfortable with these things but that certainly didn't mean they talk about that all the time. It's not like Quinn thought any differently but it's nice to hear her actually say it.
"Give me a kiss, jerk." Quinn said quietly. Santana snorted and leaned back just enough to tilt her head slightly and leaned forward and gave her a lingering kiss.
"Better?" Santana asked against her lips.
"Much." Quinn grinned. Not like she wasn't already used to this but she could definitely get used to the idea of it like this. Just her and Santana in their cozy little apartment in New Haven. And wherever else in the future. Forever.