"Q!" The shorter blonde giggled as Britt picked her up and spun her around in the middle of the livingroom.

'Hi, Britt. I missed you two, how was your camp?" Once the taller girl put her down, Quinn pulled Rachel into her arms and kissed the shortest girl's forehead and the tallest's cheek.

"It was amazing, Quinn. But we're sorry we didn't come home as soon as Santana called us to tell us what was going on."

"It's okay, Rach. Santana told me she told the two of you to stay and that's perfectly fine. And I'm glad you had fun, we got your homework for you. We thought maybe you'd want to get started on it tonight after dinner?" The latina handed over the two folders she'd had in her messenger bag then slipped her arm around Quinn's waist, leaning into her.

"Wait, are you cooking, Quinn? Are you gonna make that super good slash questionable colcannon stuff again? It was really good but it's weird because there was no ham or bacon or butter and that so equals questionable."

"It wasn't questionable! It was awesome. And healthy by the way. But there was seitan and kale, maybe that's why it was so good." Quinn grinned, excited to see the surprise that would take over the girl's faces when the found out who would be cooking.

"Nope, she's not cooking, I am." A taller version of Santana the whole room new to be Cristiana Lopez stepped out of kitchen and grinned at the group of close friends.

"No way! When did you get back?" Rachel flung herself at the young woman, a real version of her huge stage smile taking over her cheeks and eyes.

"Mi hermana la genio se puso aquí ayer." (my sister the genius got here yesterday)

"We missed you so much, Cris." Brittany said as she wrapped her long arms around the woman who had essentially raised all four of the girls in the room. The Berry's, the Lopez's, and the Pierces were as close as family friends got. They raised their kids together, went on vacations together. It was the last vacation they went on that took away the people who each girl genuinely considered their parents. The plane went down over the ocean, all six dead on impact. The girls were thirteen, Cristiana twenty four and just about to go into her fellowship training in cardiology when she got the call and flew home from New York immediately to take guardianship and then fully adopt the three girls she was able to. It was only when the girl's turned sixteen and Judy got rid of Russel and promised to watch over the girls that Cris left Ohio to go to work at a hospital back in New York.

"I missed you too, ducky. I'm sorry it took me so long to get back, Quinn. I literally had to fight the hospital to let me quit and come home to what's important. They were being ridiculous. Anyway I'm here now, little lamb. And I'm staying. When you girl's graduate I'll be near you all somehow. I was stupid and selfish to leave anyway. I mean, Jude was here and I thought it would be fine, but I should have calculated the chances of that motherfucker coming back and trying to take away part of mi familia. It's not happening again." Quinn fell into the open arms of her sister, hiding away the tears falling on the dark shirt the woman was wearing.

"You didn't have to quit, Cris. I didn't want you to have drop a job you love just because of me."

"Poco cordero, it's just a job. I'll always love the four of you more than any job and you know that. That's a forever promise." (Poco cordero-little lamb)

"Oh my god, you remember those?" Rachel asked, sitting on the couch cuddled in to Britt the way they always tended to do after tiring day.

"Yep. I remember when you Star, were four and you made me forever promise that I would always be your big sister. And Britt, you making me promise when you were fourteen that we would always be a family. We still are, and we will be. No matter what happens. It doesn't matter that you and ducky are together Rachel, or that Quinn and Santi are thinking about it. Nothing can or will tear this family apart. Speaking of which, Quinn I know you'll be eighteen in two months, but I wanted to know if you wanted me to do the whole guardianship and adoption thing I did with these three?" Quinn shook her head.

"Wouldn't adoption legally make me Santana's sister? And I mean, I guess we were that but I wonder if that could mess with anything in the future, you know?" Cris raised her eyebrow curiously.

"Anything like what? Getting your marriage licence? I don't think so. If so, Star and Ducky will have the same problem. I hope not."

"Jeez you just got here yesterday and you've been in the room with Rach and Britts for like twenty minutes. Using genius powers and deductive reasoning on family is so not cool." Santana said. Cris had graduated at fifteen and went to college at Columbia at sixteen.

"Sorry, not something I can exactly shut down. I notice things. Anyway, dinner is about done. Well, breakfast. I was craving waffles. Let's eat." The woman turned around and headed into the kitchen with Britt and Rachel behind her.

"Babe?" Santana pushed her fingers through Quinns, linking them together.

"Hmm?" she asked, smiling gently. She coudln't help but feel like everything was right again.

"Were you really thinking about that? Marriage licences and stuff?"

"Umm...yea. I was. I do think about it."

"You want to marry me?" Santana smiled when Quinn cupped her jaw and kissed her softly.

"Of course I do. I plan on it. Who wouldn't?"

"I'd have to say those two." She pointed in the kitchen to Britt and Rachel setting the table while placing simple kisses on each other's lips.

"I don't know...ask Rachel. I think she had a crush on you when we were six for like a whole week because some kid told her she was ugly and you told her she was just as beautiful as her voice and she had the most beautiful voice you'd ever heard."

"I remember that. She doesn't deserve the things people say about her. She's my sister, I love her. I know it's up to us to make her understand that they're wrong about her."

"I love you so much, Santana."

"I love you too, babe." She leaned her cheek into Quinn's soft hand leaning against the wall as she opened her mouth and let her best friend lead.

"Guys, come eat. You can make out after, it's better because your lips will taste like syrup, right Rach?" Brittany said, looking back.

"She's right. It's why I always buy that strawberry syrup she likes." Santana disconnected and laughed as she and Quinn sat down at the table then thanked Cris when she brought out a plate full of waffles then sat down.

"Dig in, girls. Oh, and hey, homework before any making out happens. Those are the rules."

"I find that highly reasonable and will make sure to do exactly that." Rachel said, pouring strawberry syrup over both she and Brittany's waffles then extended it to Santana who did the same with both of theirs.

"Wait, so while we're talking about making out, Cris didn't you tell me you had met a guy a last year? I mean you told me you got together, and you update me on stuff you're doing, but you haven't said what's going on with that, I mean...did you-"

"I broke up with him to come home. I told Max all about you guys, and he understood why I had to leave. He told me he loved me...and I...I got on the plane." She said, a few tears escaping her eyes. Quinn couldn't help the tears that started to fall. Her sister left behind everything...had to...because of her.

"Hey, lamb it's not your fault. Don't cry. Your mom is gone, I had to be here for all of you, right?"

"It is my fault! I should have tried harder to save her...I should have let him kill me instead. I should have. Then she would be alive, and you would all be okay...Crissy wouldn't have to come home and leave someone who she obviously loves! I mean...did no one else notice the ring on her finger?!"

She shot up from the table and ran to her room, the one she had barely been in since moving in, closing the door behind her and hating the fact that it had no lock. It was her fault. It was. If she had moved faster, figured out how to take off the safety faster...done anything right...her mother may be alive, and her sister may have been back where she must long to be. With her fiance. She felt like she should hate herself but she couldn't. She did blame herself...but really she was still just a kid. She needed help.

"Babe? Can I come in? Are you okay?" Santana knocked again. "Please, Baby."

"Come in...Can you tell Cris I'm sorry for yelling at her. I was mad at myself, not her. I just feel like she has to blame me right? If something took me away from you I would blame them...how can she not."

"Because she loves you, Quinn. You're her sister. She can't hate you for almost dying. You tried to stop him. You did. How could she blame you for something that was his fault entirely? She doesn't. Just let it go, baby. And come here." Quinn stood from her desk chair and shuffled over to her heart, falling into strong arms that held her as gently as soft lips kissed her.

"I love you Quinn."

"I think I believe you. Other than our family and my mom, I always felt like no one did...not really, you know. But you do."

"I do. Now come on, let's go see about this whole fiance situation and you can apologize. Then we'll go have a bath together and I'll show you how much I love you." She said, kissing her slowly and purposefully.

"Wait...are you...we're going to have sex?"

"What? No! Quinn I meant I'm gonna give you a massage. I know how much your back and shoulders still bother you sometimes from him slamming you against the walls and you've been walking uncomfortably." Quinn frowned.

"You didn't have to protest so whole heartedly. I get it." She said, looking hurt and thinking her girlfriend?...didn't want her that way.

"I don't think you do. I hadn't really thought you were ready. When you were living here and pregnant with Beth after you got kicked out you said you going to wait until found the right person and like got married and stuff. I'm totally okay with that. I mean did you change your mind or something?"

"I guess I didn't really. I haven't thought about it for a while. I mean you're the only person I've ever really wanted that way. So I haven't thought about it because I never thought we would ever happen."

"Well, think about it. I'm never going to pressure you for that. In fact, maybe we should just skip the joint bath too. That's a little to much temptation for me to handle now that I think about it. So is touching all over your body for a massage. We could do the hot tub instead?" She said, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"No. No I want the bath with you. And the massage too, baby. My back has been hurting." Santana sighed and nodded, pulling her girlfriend with her back to the table where the other three were still eating and talking. Cris looked up at Quinn and frowned at her red eyes.

"You ok, lamb?" the blonde nodded and chewed her lip while she sat down with Santana's hand still holding hers.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you. And for saying I should have let him kill me. I know that probably scared you."

"You're forgiven, baby girl. But you were right. I am...I was...engaged. Max is a veterinarian and we were actually thinking about moving here a few months ago for him to start up a new vet's office until I got the position at the hospital and he got a job helping the NYPD's animal rescue."

"Ok...so. Sorry if I sound like a bitch but fuck the NYPD's animal rescue. Is that why he's staying? They get mad volunteers and vet's helping. He can move here when you start working at Lima Memorial, open a new clinic or work at the one in Wapakoneta and you guys can fucking get married in spring. happy ending...seriously. What aren't you telling us?"

"He has to finish off the rest of our lease on the apartment."

"And how long is the rest of it for?" Britt asked

"Four months."

"So explain to the leaser that you'll pay the rest of the months plus..."Britt did the math in her head then spoke again "twenty five percent to break it and they'll let you out."

"Ducky that's fifteen thousand dollars. And maybe twenty five is way too much." Crissy said, frowning. It wasn't as if she didn't have it. She made more that five hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year, and there was plenty leftover from the insurance and inheritance each of the five girls had from their parents but between Nyada and or Juliard between Rach and Britt, and the possibility of either NYU, Columbia or even the pursuit of Music for Santana and then the possibility of Yale if she applied for Quinn there was a lot to consider. Plus her own children in the future to plan for when that came. It was a lot to think about. She was cautious in spending money because of it.

"Yea but they'll get a guaranteed twelve if you stay with it. So fifteen or maybe less is perfect to get them to take it. People like money."

"Whoa, you pay three thousand a month for rent?" Santana said, frowning as she worried about possible money problems the girls could have when New York was home.

"Yea. It's actually not that bad for a brownstone in Brooklyn Heights. The one we looked at before it was forty two hundred."

"Jesus christ. I think this is a good time to announce that I'm no longer thinking about music as a career. I had been juggling between law, medicine, or music, and it's officially between those first two."

"Santi you don't have to drop your dreams worrying about that. Let me worry. It will take work, but remember there's money put away for all four of you from all six of our parents."

"Yea but what about when we start having kids? I want a son with Quinn. and I know Britt and Rach will want a few. They love kids. I need to plan." She grabbed a notebook out of Quinn's back that was hanging over the couch and starting writing quickly.

"I do want at least two children once I've got my first Tony." Rachel said, leaning over into her girlfriend.

"And now Santi understands. But you are right Britt. I'll call Max and we'll talk about it. Thanks for your help." Quinn watched as Santana filled out her third page with plans and calculations on possible outcomes if she chose medicine or law."

"Okay...Medicine. Law can be dangerous. Like, if I convict a criminal as an ADA and he tries to have me killed or something. So I'll be a doctor like you. Glad I took all those ap biology courses. Maybe I should start studying some of the pre-med stuff now. That could help."

"Baby calm down. Let's go take that bath, okay." Quinn said, shutting the notebook and pulling her girl up.

"Homework done?" Cris asked, grinning. She could never keep her hands to herself when she and Max bathed or showered together.

"Yes, thank you. We'll see you guys tomorrow for school." Quinn pulled a still thoughtful Santana into the latina's room and closed the door, walking to the bathroom to fill the tub with hot water and bubbles.

"Babe?" Quinn stuck her head out once she'd stripped to find her girlfriend still clothed and looking for a pen to write in the notebook she held.

"Santana please, put the book down and get naked." Sighing, the Latina pulled her jeans down her legs and her shirt over her head, smiling at the way Quinn was running long slim fingers along the long pale scar on her hip. she'd got it when Rachel had yelled at her to get out of the tree in her back yard right that instant so she'd jump and ended up with a long cut along her hip from a nail that was hammered in to keep the foot boards she'd put up in the tree. Quinn pulled her panties down and then threw her bra on the bed, pulling her towards the near full tub to sit in front of her as she descended into the hot fragrant water.

"So a son, huh?" She asked as she ran her hand along a tan stomach under water.

"Yea...i mean you have a daughter already. Was that wrong of me?"

"No. You're perfect. What should we name him?"

"Jude? Like spelled like Jude law. But like Judy, you know?"

"That's perfect. I would have thought you would want to name him after your dad though. Antonio Jude Lopez."

"Fabray."

"Quinn, Santana, and Antonio Jude Fabray. That's what'll be on our Christmas cards. Or maybe we should do a huge card. Like with the whole family. That just says happy holidays?"

"We'll do both. Are you sure want to change your name? I'd rather a Lopez to be honest. Sharing his last name has always been a point of shame for me. Or I can change to my mom's maiden name." She said, slowly slipping her hands up from a flat stomach to pinch Santana's nipple between her fingers.

"Fuck...what...what is it?"

"Cunningham. Not so bad." She said, then leaned down to lick the soft skin of her girlfriend's neck,sucking till the hickey flowered up.

"It's n...nice actually. So I'll be a Cunningham. Fuck, Quinn. Will you touch me? Please... baby."

"Yeah. Yeah, I want to. Go ahead and hop out so I can dry off with you. Both girls stood and dried off after a few seconds, holding hands to go into the bedroom.

"I just thought about the fact that we had a conversation earlier where you told me you weren't ready for this and now i'm asking you to when I said I wouldn't...I'm sorry babe." Quinn walked forward, pushing her against the bed and straddling her.

"I was the one who started touching you. I couldn't keep my hands to myself, I'm sorry San. And anyway I didn't say I wasn't ready, I said I wasn't sure. I don't know, I want to touch you so badly." She said, laying down on her side and running her fingers down and through the well groomed damp curls, pressing firmly against the swollen clit she found, kissing her girl as she bowed with a moan.

"Fuuuck, baby. I love your fingers, Quinn. Please put them in me. I'm fucking dripping for you." She reached down and ran her fingers through the abundant wetness she already knew was there, unable to resist filling herself with two long fingers, moaning as Quinn kissed her and then put her head down, sucking a nipple into her mouth.

It was crazy, Santana thought. Quinn sucking and kissing her nipples while she fucked herself. She pulled her fingers out and sucked them into her mouth, moaning.

"Quinn, Baby kiss me." She sat up and pressed their lips together, lashing her tongue out so Quinn could taste her. She swallowed the moan that Quinn let out before separating.

"You taste so good." Quinn reached down, penetrating with three fingers and rubbed with her thumb as she pulled out and licked her fingers clean. She pushed her fingers back in, pressing against the walls that tried to pull her deeper. Santana gasped as her fingers brushed against a strangely textured spot in her, clawing at her girl's arm.

"Ohmygod...Fuck! Quinn...Q baby right there. I'm...fuck." Quinn drummed her fingers against hot walls, her own wetness dripping down her thighs.

"Fuck, oh...my ...fuck! Baby I'm gonna come." Quin spread her girlfriends legs and slid between them, quick to push her flattened tongue through the drenched folds. as her girlfriend came, wetness coating her tongue.

"Oh my god..baby if you wanted to lick me you could've done that from the get go. I want you to, actually. That tongue is ridiculous, babe. Speaking of which, I've been wanting to taste you since I understood the idea of it. I was like eleven and I was like smack dab in the middle of puberty and you were already completely beautiful and so...Quinn. I was already in love with you." She smiled and cuddled into her girlfriend.

"I want to take you out tomorrow. We can have lunch at stix with Britt and Rach and then after school and homework maybe I can take you out for a date to that place you and Rach like with the awesome spinach and artichoke pizza."

"That sounds epic babe. Lunch with the duo sounds awesome actually. I've seriously missed having them here being all loud and energetic and making you smile.

"You make me smile all the time." She said, stretching out, completely comfortable.

"I know. I just meant, I know how much you love being part of the family."

"I do. I love you."

"I love you too Quinn. so what are the rules about the sex? Like you're not sure about the whole penetration thing for you right? But oral is cool?"

"Yep."

"Ok but what about my tongue inside you? I so want to do that."

"That's...really hot. And a yes."

"Ok, that's good. Cause I totes want you to sit on my face."

"What? Really?"

"Yep. Like right now. Get's to riding babe." Quinn sat up and straddled the brunettes face, moaning at the first sure licks when the door flew open and both Rachel and Brittany flew in.

"OMG guys! Max is moving here. They are gonna do the thing I suggested tomorrow and pay off the least with ten percent! The lady already accepted the offer. He'll be here in two weeks once he can get everything taken care of. And he's really nice too. I talked to him on the phone about the numbers and what not. Plus we talked about unicorns which was awesome. Wait were you about to ride Santana's face? She told me once she'd been waiting for you to do that for like six years. We're kind of sorry for intruding."

"Seriously Britt, kind of?"

"Well, who turns down a show like this, babe?" She licked again, tongue tip stiffened against her girlfriends clit. Quinn moaned rolling her hips absently, forgetting for a moment they had company.

"Not me." Rachel said, eyes traveling over both naked bodies.

"Ditto." Britt said, biting her lip and fighting her hand that seemed to want to reach into her underwear.

"We should make love, Britt. Like right now." She pressed her against the closed door and attacked her lips, instantly slipping her hand down into the blondes underwear to slip her fingers inside the wet warmth she loved.

"Oh my god, baby they're fucking against the door. Oh my god, please right there. Fuck!" Santana slipped three fingers into the tightness looking around thick thighs to find Rachel and Brittany literally fucking against her door. She shook her head and got back to work, pushing her girlfriend closer to her approaching orgasm. Quickly, she sucked the blondes clit between her lips and scraped her teeth against the bud gently. It was all it took. Quinn came in her mouth just as Britt trembled against her door, moaning into Rachel's lips.

"Oh my god, Rachel...Fuck. I can barely feel my legs, Rachie. Help me to the bed?" Rachel support her as the walked towards the bed, catching her when she nearly fell.

Quinn slid down her girl's body, accidentally rubbing their clits together on her way to lay and cuddle into her next to where Rach and Britt were.

"Fuck. Again babe? Figured you'd be spent after that one."

"I am, was an accident. Sleep."

"K, babe. Rach, set the alarm? You guys can stay, fuck or whatever."

"Yea, it's set. We're just gonna sleep." The other two were asleep in a few minutes, while Quinn cuddled into Santana's side, head over her beating heart.

"I love you, Santana. And I'm excited for tomorrow. I'm gonna buy you those jasmine flowers you like. You deserve the perfect date. now that I think of it maybe it would be better to go to that new Thai/French fusion place? Mike told me yesterday that it's super nice."

"No, my favorite pizza with my favorite girl? Seriously babe I hardly think Thai could ever be better than that in my mind. Now come on, close your eyes. You're so warm it's putting me to sleep. Love you, okay? Night baby." Quinn kissed her then lay her head back down, closing her eyes.