"I am very disappointed in you guys," Mr. Schue said. He was lecturing the glee club about their lack of enthusiasm in singing.
"Can't believe you narked on us." Finn complained to Rachel.
"Finn, why did you stop singing?" Mr. Schue asked him.
"'Cause you started giving all the male leads to Jesse. Kind of shook my confidence, you know?"
"What confidence?" Santana muttered under her breath. She was tired of all his whining. She saw Quinn smile next to her at the comment. "What difference does it make? Everybody knows that my job here is to look hot." Santana said.
"My baby hormones are making me moody." Quinn excused herself.
"Her moodiness is making me moody too." Santana added. She felt Quinn slap the back of her head. "What?" She whispered to her.
Quinn just glared at her, and Santana responded with a smirk. Quinn couldn't be mad at her when she looked at her like that, her eyes shining and only her left dimple showing because she was smirking. Quinn just smiled in return.
"Which is why your assignment for the week is for each of you to come up with a song that best represents how you see yourself, where you are in your lives right now." Mr. Schue said. Santana had only heard that last part of his speech because she was lost in the moment with Quinn. Solos?
Santana was nervous. Actually, nervous was an understatement. Quinn and her were at the hospital waiting for an ultrasound. This was the first time Quinn had invited her to one, so she was nervous. She was going to see her daughter for the first time. She was going to see her move and hear her heartbeat. She was bouncing her knee and biting her nails. Quinn was looking at her weirdly, so she decided to distract herself with one of the pamphlets they had there. She probably shouldn't have done that, because now she was worried instead of nervous.
"This could happen to our baby?" She asked Quinn, horrified.
Quinn frowned and took the piece of paper from her, she sighed. "Santana, I'm at the end of the second trimester." She stated simply.
"So that's a no?" Santana asked, still worried.
"That's a no San. Will you please calm down? It's just a checkup, there's nothing wrong with the baby." Quinn said, her hand on Santana's cheek to calm her down.
The brunette just nodded nervously and Quinn sighed, she knew the latina still wasn't calm. After that, Santana kept bouncing her knee and let out several sighs until the doctor called for them.
"Quinn, nice to see you again. I see Finn is not with you this time." The doctor said conversationally. If Santana was nervous before, she was freaking out right now.
Quinn sat down on the stretcher and coughed nervously. "Yeah, um- Finn won't be joining me anymore." She explained embarrassedly. "Santana will be coming to the appointments with me from now on. She is, um- she is-," she looked at Santana for help, but the latina was looking at anywhere but her. "She is the baby's other mom." She let out finally.
There was a long, uncomfortable silence in the room, then the doctor simply smiled and carried on as if nothing had happened. "Okay, if you'll lay back and pull your shirt up so we can do the ultrasound."
Quinn did as asked. While she did so, the doctor continued to ask her routine questions. Santana was just sitting next to her fidgeting.
"Here you'll see the baby," the doctor said, turning the monitor for them to see. That caught Santana's attention, and she stilled, looking at the screen. "And now you'll hear the heartbeat along with yours." The doctor explained. Quinn had already gone through this before, but for Santana it was the first time.
As the sounds of her daughter's heartbeat filled the room, Santana's eyes filled with tears. She couldn't believe she had made a life, and it was beautiful.
"Do you want a picture?" The doctor asked them. Quinn was about to answer for both of them, but Santana did first.
"Y-yes please. Can we also have a video?" She asked with tears running down her cheeks.
"Of course, and I'll show you something better." The doctor said and pressed a new button. The image on the screen changed to one of a 3D baby. "This is the 3D image of your baby." The doctor explained.
Santana just started crying harder. She couldn't believe that was her daughter.
"Can we please get a picture and video of that one too?" Quinn asked, because Santana simply couldn't respond.
"Of course." Then after a moment the doctor left to go get the printings and the cd and left them alone in the room.
The only sounds in the room were of the latina's cries. Quinn quickly got rid of all of the slimy liquid the doctor had put on her stomach for the ultrasound and wrapped her arms around the brunette. She whispered words of comfort to her. The blonde hadn't known that Santana would react like that, and she wasn't sure if it was good or bad.
After a few minutes the brunette's crying became sniffles. "God Quinn. I can't believe we made that. I-I can't believe we made her. She's perfect. Thank you. Thank you so much for this." Santana said, looking at the blonde deeply with puffy red eyes.
The latina looked tired, her eyes red and her face swollen from all the crying she had been doing, her cheeks wet, but to Quinn, she had never looked more beautiful.
Santana was at the back of the choir room listening to Rachel butcher 'The Climb' by Miley Cyrus. She was horrified, she had never listened to Rachel sing so badly, maybe it was payback for getting them all into this stupid assignment. Either way, Santana didn't think she could ever listen to the song again and not think of this awful moment. Rachel then proceeded to make a scene about how she had lost her voice, like it was the end of the world.
Once Rachel had calmed down, Santana went up to the front and silently grabbed a chair and a guitar.
"So, um- I know the assignment was supposed to be about how we see ourselves, but you also said it was about where we are in our lives right now. So I decided to sing this song. Oh, and, um, you know, ignore the names in the song or whatever." Santana explained awkwardly, she didn't know why she felt awkward. Maybe it was the glasses? She really had to stop crying.
She started strumming the guitar to 'Isn't She Lovely' by Stevie Wonder. She thought the song would convey what she felt in that moment, and she also liked how little lyrics the song had. She didn't think she could sing a long song about her child and not cry in the middle. When had she become so soft?
She tried to ignore the looks of her teammates as she sang. She already had tears in her eyes, she hoped no one would notice.
Isn't she pretty
Truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy
We have been heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
Through us he's given life to one
But isn't she lovely, made from love
The song was full of emotion, and when she was playing the interlude she made the mistake of looking at Quinn. The blonde had tears running down her eyes, but a smile on her face. Santana smiled back at her, a tear falling down her cheek.
When she finished the song, she simply took off the guitar and took a new seat next to Quinn. She silently put her arm around her shoulder and rested her forehead against the blonde's.
"That was beautiful, thank you Santana. That was what I was talking about, full of emotion." Mr. Schue went on with a lecture, but the girls ignored him, they were in their little bubble.
"We're not naming her Aisha." Quinn decided to say, teasing the brunette.
"Fuck no." Santana responded, sniffling. "That's not badass enough." She added, wiping her tears off with her hands.
"That was beautiful. You are beautiful. Thank you, for everything." Quinn said earnestly. She gave Santana a small kiss on her lips and respected her head on the latina's shoulder, and then felt her rest her own head against her's. They didn't care what was going on in the world around them, they were living together happily in their bubble.
I think this is the best shit I've written in a while? Idk. It was nice to write it.
Thank you everyone for the reviews, I really appreciate those.
And btw, WE WON THE MOTHERFUCKING WORLD CUP! So yeah, I'm really happy, and excited, so I guess a lot of exciting writing to come? Love y'all.