Santana walked back into the cafeteria with a pouty look on her face with her arms crossed over her chest. She had really wanted to catch Jasper. What she was going to do when she caught him could have went either way. On one hand she was kind of glad she hadn't caught him, making a scene here at the studio would have been bad PR for everyone. Hopefully no one in the parking lot had taken the time to pull out their phone and record her playing Duke's of Hazard across the cars.
"What's wrong? What took you so long?" Rachel asked as Santana sat back down in her chair at the table.
"I got lost and had to ask some dweeb how to get back here." Santana let the lie roll right off her tongue. She had practiced it the whole way back to the cafeteria.
"How did you get lost, there are bathrooms right outside the door." After Santana hadn't came back within a few minutes Rachel was about to go looking for her.
Santana shrugged her shoulders and picked at the table clothe. "Those were locked so I had to go find a different bathroom."
"Really? They shouldn't be locked." Puck looked around confused.
"Well they were." Santana retorted. She gave Puck a look that said "just go with it."
"I'll go unlock them. We don't need people fueled with alcohol and horrible direction skills wandering all over the building." Puck slid his chair out to go pretend to unlock the bathrooms. He knew exactly what Santana had done and she was sure she would tell him later what had happened.
"For your information, I don't have horrible direction skills. Your building is just confusing as hell considering I haven't been in it much." You would think with Santana being best friends with Puck and Quinn and in a relationship with Rachel that she would know this building like the back of her hand. That wasn't the case at all. She knew how to get to Quinn's office, Puck's office, the main conference room, Rachel's favorite studio and the cafeteria if she entered from the front. That was it. If Rachel hadn't of been leading her when they first got here she would have gotten lost coming in from the side doors. It was all a game of retracing her steps and a good bit of luck when she had came back this time.
"Anyway, are you ready to go or do you want dance and stay a while?" Rachel asked as she rested a hand on Santana's thigh.
"I thought we were going to stay a while? Besides, we can't leave Quinn at the table by herself." Santana motioned to Quinn who was just sitting there rubbing her belly. She wasn't even paying attention to them anymore.
"Quinn?" Rachel spoke quietly. "Are you okay?"
"Huh?" Quinn looked back and forth between Santana and Rachel. "Yeah, I'm fine. Davis is kicking up a storm though."
"Awww!" Rachel started to get up and round the table to feel but she stopped short. She wasn't exactly sure how Quinn felt on the whole touching her belly thing.
Quinn looked at Rachel with a small smile. "Come here, you can feel." Rachel stepped closer and tentatively reached a hand out. She was guided by Quinn to the area next to her belly button where Rachel could definitely feel a little thumping against her hand. "Oh my gosh. He's so active." Rachel squealed. "You're going to be just like your big sister kicking like that." She cooed to Quinn's belly. Quinn chuckled as she rubbed her belly, she had a feeling that Davis was going to try and be like his sister in more ways than one.
Santana sat content to watch Rachel fawn all over Davis, it was sweet to see how much love could radiate for a person you had yet to meet. She hoped that in the future her and Rachel would be able to share a similar experience. Even if they wanted to have a baby right now it wouldn't be the best timing for them considering everything that was going on at the moment. The whole situation with Jasper and the Porter's was all just so confusing and infuriating. No one knew what they wanted because no one was talking, it was like a ticking time bomb and she just knew it was all going to explode soon. Even more reason to try and get Jasper to talk. If he did talk, could what he said be trusted? She highly doubted it. Being related to the Porter's meant that he was a professional liar and con-artist.
It was decided that tonight, when they got home, Santana was going to tell Rachel about Jasper. She deserved to know. Hopefully she wouldn't be super mad that Santana didn't tell her as soon as she found out. Hopefully Sue would be returning soon and she could help Santana find out more stuff about Jasper. There was only so much that the internet could provide without having to sign up and pay for the information on records websites. Santana was awoken from her thoughts when she heard Puck speak. She hadn't even seen him come back.
"Do you want to dance my lady?" Puck asked as he approached the table and bowed to Quinn.
"You're such a dork." Quinn laughed as she took Puck's hand and allowed him to help her stand. Yeah, Davis was doing a number on her back with all his dancing tonight.
"Yeah, but I am your dork." Puck responded with a wink as he turned to lead Quinn out on the dance floor.
Santana watched them go before she turned back around to see Rachel standing there with her hand held out. She raised an eyebrow at Santana silently asking her if she would like to dance also. Without saying anything, Santana grabbed Rachel's hand and smiled as they joined Puck and Quinn on the dance floor. With Jasper gone it felt nice to enjoy an evening like this with her fiancee. Santana decided at that moment, she would make sure that her and Rachel had more nights like this. Dinner, dancing and a little romance to finish off the night.
Santana wasn't surprised that she missed another opportunity to tell Rachel about Jasper. She had had every intention of telling Rachel until Rachel had found some fruity drink that tasted amazing and insisted on having more than one. She hadn't gotten completely wasted, but she was just fuzzy enough that anything Santana might have said would have went in one ear and out the other. Rachel needed to be sober for this talk.
Rachel was now nursing a dull headache and eating the lovely breakfast that Santana had made for her. Sometimes Rachel felt like she didn't deserve Santana and all that she done for her. Really the woman made her breakfast almost every morning unless Rachel beat her to the kitchen and got started before Santana. She always tried to repay her with dinner most nights though, which Santana begrudgingly let her do since she enjoyed cooking all the time. This led to the idea that maybe...
"Santana you should open a restaurant." Rachel gasped like she had just revealed one of the wonders of the Earth.
Santana turned around from the waffle iron that was setting on the counter and looked at Rachel questioningly. "Where did that idea come from?"
"I was just thinking about how you always make me breakfast and how I make you dinner in return when you don't beat me to it. It would be nice, you could do an art inspired place and oh you could name it after your Abuelo!" Rachel bounced on her stool, this was one of the best ideas she had ever had.
"Mmm, I don't know. It costs a lot of money to start a business like that." Santana crossed her arms and rested her hip against the counter. Rachel wanted to roll her eyes at that, but she didn't. She understood Santana had amazing money saving skills and she didn't spend very much money at one time. In the time that Rachel had knew Santana the woman had only done what she considered huge splurges, twice. Those two times included building Rachel's studio and screen room and Rachel's engagement ring. The ring and cabin additions had came out of her trust fund which she had worked tirelessly to replace the money for. Now the trust fund was back to its original amount, their savings accounts along with their active bank accounts were more than full. Money wasn't an often discussed topic but there was no denying that both of them had been blessed in their careers. Besides, who said they would be the ones spending all the money on it anyway?
"I agree it is a lot of money, but there's investors out there that will back you on this. So many more people than just me believe in everything that you do. How many times have you taken over catering for your art shows and people left with an art piece and a recipe written on a napkin?" Rachel was really trying to plead her case here.
Santana laughed out loud at one of those many memories. "I really think that one catering company has a no contact order against me. And remember that one pompous ass who asked me if I wanted to go home with him and train his wife? I made sure he never got put on a show list ever again."
Rachel huffed, those were horrible examples. "I know and respect that your painting comes first. But I also know that if art school had fell through and your client list hadn't taken off you would probably be the head chef of your own restaurant right now. Either way you're an artist through and through and you should share that with the world."
"I hear you, I'm more than just listening. It's just we're already so busy this year and I don't want anything to get in the way of our time together before things get really busy. Plus there's the added stuff with the Porter's again. Hopefully Sue will be back sometime this coming week and we can meet with her and Detective Beiste about what's going on. We can put the idea on the back burner for now and I promise at the beginning of next year when things settle back down we can revisit the idea." Santana had moved and was now bent over leaning on the island in front of Rachel.
"I need to tell you something." Rachel spoke softly, she knew she had to tell Santana about the added work that Puck had suggested.
"What is it?" Santana asked worriedly. Rachel was wearing such a crest fallen expression that she wasn't sure what was about to come out her mouth.
"Puck wants to release the demos with the interns as singles. Introduce me back into the music before we do the album. I mean it has been three years since I done music and this album it going to be more mature than my EP. It seems like the best thing to do for my career." Rachel was scrambling to explain herself before Santana could possibly get upset.
Santana kept her face a neutral expression. "Is that it?" Rachel nodded sadly. "Then why did you look so upset?" Santana questioned as she rounded the island to sit down next to Rachel on a stool. She turned Rachel around so that her knees were resting in the space between her own. "You said it's the best thing to do for your career, right?" Santana asked as she took Rachel's hands into her own. Rachel nodded sadly. "Then go for it. If Puck thinks it's a good idea and you want to do it then okay. I'm not going to get upset about that."
"I just feel so bad that we already had this amazing summer planned and he wants to do the full works for the songs." Rachel pouted, they had mini-vacations and trips to the tree house planned.
"Rachel." Santana rolled her eyes. "We can work around it. It takes what one to three days to shoot a video? And then there's your rehearsals and finding dancers and stuff if you go that route. We can make it work, if need be we can reschedule stuff that we had planned. I mean it's not like the tree house or places we wanted to visit are going anywhere. What we miss out on now, we can make up for on our honey moon. It will be okay and since we are confessing stuff, there's something I need to tell you too." Santana really didn't want to do this, there was a chance this could blow up in her face. That was a risk she was going to have to be willing to take.