Pairing: Rachel/Quinn

Notes: After visiting Quinn Santana decides she needs to see Rachel to find out what's what

Warning: Need I say it? Santana is involved so of course there's a couple of expletives

Disclaimer: I own nothings, but the random ramblings of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content belongs to their respective owners.

Saturday evening

"Knock knock," came a muffled voice.

Rachel looked over to the doorway to see a box obscuring her friend, she recognised the voice despite the large box. "Santana," she hurried over and attempted to help take the box.

"Hands off, Berry," the Latina replied, true to form, "just tell me where you want it."

"Erm..." she scratched at the back of her neck in confusion, "Anywhere, I guess. What is it?"

Santana stepped into the room and lowered the box at the base of Charlie's crib, "A gift from your girls." She noticed the mothers still confused expression and elaborated, "Q was sorting through all of Beth's things and this is all the stuff she's grown out of. She thought maybe it'd do Charlie some good."

The confusion faded and a warm smile took it's place, "Quinn did that for Charlie?"

"I just said that, didn't I? Jeez, Berry, are you going deaf or something?" Santana asked with a smirk.

"That was very sweet of her." Rachel looked warily at her friend, "Don't take this the wrong way, but why are you delivering these and not Quinn?"

"Nice to see you, too," she said as she folded her arms. "I wanted to come see you anyways but it just made sense that I brought them with me and save Q the trip."

"Of course it's nice to see you, Santana, that goes without saying," she reassured her friend and tried to hide the slight disappointment that she wouldn't be getting to see her girlfriend, despite the fact that she had only said goodbye to her that morning. "So, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

The Latina shrugged, she didn't want to pounce on Rachel right away, she wanted enough time to get a gage on how she was feeling. "Why don't you take a look at the goodies for Charlie?" she diverted.

Rachel's face lit up, "Sure!" she dragged the box over towards the rocking chair and sat beside it, "Why don't you sit down? You've been lugging that box around for God only knows how long."

"It really isn't that heavy," Santana rolled her eyes but went and sat in the chair anyways, it would give her a better opportunity to inspect Rachel for any marks that Quinn may have left.

She had already begun to unpack the box, inspecting each individual item and imaging what it would look like on her daughter, the thought crossed her mind that Charlie was receiving hand-me-downs from her big sister and that made her smile more.

"Looks like you and Q are in opposites today," she said, making idle conversation as her eyes continued to scrutinise the other girl, "I get to hers and she's tidying the nursery, I get here and give you that box and you start making a mess of the nursery."

"I am not making a mess," the young mother said defensively, she prided herself on her ability to take care of a small baby and somehow still manage to keep order and tidiness of everything, "I'm merely inspecting what Charlie has been given." She pulled out the onesie with a frilly tutu, "Oh, cute!"

"That sneaky bitch!" She snatched the onesie from Rachel, "I don't think so, Berry. I will not let either of you inflict this hideous creature on Charlie, it's bad enough that Beth had to suffer with it."

"It's cute," the diva whinged.

"No!" Santana pointed a finger, "Not cute! Hideous! Fashion disaster! Not gonna happen!" She scrunched the item of clothing up and wedged it behind her back, "I already saved you from your fashion faux pas', I'm preventing that from ever happening to your daughter."

"Fine," she sighed in defeat, she knew that she couldn't win an argument against the head bitch of McKinley, at least, not when it came to fashion.

She nodded in triumph, "So, Berry, what's new?"

"Nothing much," she continued sorting through the clothes, slowly separating them into piles, "Charlie's getting better at sleeping through most of the night."

"Well, that's good I guess, but I meant with you. Charlie's cute and all that, but I can see her from here, she's happily dreaming of whatever the fuck babies dream about." Rachel gave Santana a stern look. "Hey, she has no idea what the hell I'm saying and she's nowhere near old enough to be able to repeat anything so less of the glare."

"I swear if Charlie's first words are any form of obscenity, I am holding you entirely responsible!"

"And I will take credit if that ever does happen," she grinned.

Rachel shook her head in despair, "I'm doomed."

The cheerleader chuckled, she loved when she was able to toy with Rachel, it was the one thing she had promised she would never stop after everything that had happened and she was going to stick to that problem no matter what. "So, nothing new then?" she pressed.

"Not that I can think of. Not unless you count being pretty caught up on all my school work?"

"Do you really think that's what I meant?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.

"No, I didn't think that was what you were referring to somehow." Rachel purposely focused on the few remaining items in the box, she wasn't entirely sure what Santana was after but she had a good idea of what she might be referring to but she didn't think her friend could possibly have any knowledge of that.

Santana shook her head, clearly Rachel wasn't going to make this easy so she may as well be blunt, after all she was famous for it, "So you're not going to tell me what it's like now you're driving without your V plates?"

Rachel's head snapped up, her face paled slightly, "Quinn told you?!" she couldn't believe it, she refused to believe it, there was no way her girlfriend would betray something so personal.

"Ok, stop with whatever the fuck you're thinking. Q didn't tell me, I got it out of her and by got it out of her I mean I used my eyeballs and saw your handiwork," she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"Oh..." her cheeks regained colour and flared crimson.

"So..."

"So...?"

"Ugh," she grunted in frustration, "I swear you and Q are made for each other!"

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Am I going to have to beat it out of you?"

"Beat what out of me, Santana? What is it you want to know?" Rachel was beginning to get frustrated, she hadn't expected such a personal part of her life to be invaded so persistently but then again with the hot headed Latina she should've really expected it.

Santana rolled her eyes and shook her head. "How are you feeling?"

It slowly dawned on Rachel the reasoning for her friends barrage of questions for information, "Santana, I'm fine, honestly. I'm more than fine."

"I'll bet you are," she quipped before turning more serious. "So, you're really ok? You're not freaking out?"

"I appreciate your concern, I really do, but I promise you I am ok," she said sincerely.

She sighed, she hated that she was asking what she was asking but she needed to know, "You didn't...it wasn't you trying to prove a point, was it?"

"Prove a point?" Rachel's face scrunched in bewilderment, "What possible point could I have possibly been trying to make?"

"That you're ok," Santana replied in all seriousness, "that you're not letting what happened stop you."

"No!" Rachel replied in shock, not for an instant was it about proving a point. Why did everyone think it would always come back to him and what he did? "What is it with everyone?" she demanded, "No matter what I do it always comes back to him! Does it not occur to any of you that I do things because I want to?!"

"Woah, Berry, calm down!" She knew she'd hit a nerve and she wasn't entirely sure how she was going to fix this, "I'm not saying that you do things because of him. I just wanted to make sure it was something you wanted."

"Well, I can assure you it was what we both wanted." She sighed, "I can't believe I'm telling you this but I will tell you the same thing I told Quinn, I have good days and I have bad days, I'm not saying I'm ok because I'm not, but I do have good days and yesterday was a good day and I wanted to share that with Quinn. He doesn't fit in this equation, ok?"

Santana mulled it over a moment before nodding her head, "Ok, good. Cos I'd hate for you to do something you're not ready for, for Quinn to be used," she quickly added, "not that you would use her, but if either of you hurt the other I'm the one that's stuck in the middle because I won't know whose ass to kick."

"No one's ass needs kicking," Rachel reassured her friend, she knew that Santana's heart was in the right place, "but in future I'd really appreciate it if you could stay out of certain areas of my private life."

"Hey!" Santana held her hands up in surrender, a playful smirk on her face, "In my defence, you were the one that left marks that made it quite clear what the two of you had been up to."

Rachel flustered, "Just because something is apparent does not mean you need to mercilessly pursue information!"

"I didn't ask for details or specifics, did I?" Santana pointed out.

"No," Rachel sat back on her haunches, "I suppose not."

"Then be grateful for that."

Authors note: Hello all! Yes, I am still alive haha sorry you've been waiting so long. I've been having trouble with meds and falling behind with college work and I've been playing catch up for months now and I'm still not caught up lol anyways I am now on summer break and while I will still have college work to do this should hopefully free me up a little to start writing more which is good because I have a few ideas in my head for our favourite little family.

I apologise if this chapter is a bit off. I've been away all weekend at a wedding and I got home today and I just had this idea so I typed it up and here's the result. I've not proofed it or anything because I wanted to post it before I go to bed so yeah, apologies if it sucks. Oh! Question

What would Beth call Quinn? Mom, Mommy, Mama?