"Hey San." Quinn said, approaching Santana in the hallway.
"Hey Q, what's up?" Santana asked.
"I was wondering…" Quinn wrapped her arms around Santana's neck and started playing with the brunette's necklace. Santana wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist. "Could drive me, Mercedes and Rachel to Carmel High later." Quinn said with a sweet voice, trying to convince Santana.
"What for?"
"To spy on Vocal Adrenaline."
"Okay, fun." Santana said sarcastically.
"Please?" Quinn pleaded.
"Since when am I your taxi driver?"
"Since you got me pregnant." Quinn deadpanned.
"Great point. I guess I could drive you guys. We better find something good there though." Santana said.
"That's the thing. You have to stay in the car." Quinn said, biting her lip.
"This is so great. So I have to drive for more than half an hour with Rachel Berry in my car so you can go and spy on a show choir team while I stay in the car?"
"Exactly."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because I'm your very pregnant girlfriend and you don't want me taking the bus." Quinn smirked.
At that moment Santana knew that her afternoon would be spent in a way that she had never imagined before. But it was for her girlfriend. She hated love.
"Okay, why am I doing this again?" Santana asked once she and Quinn were in the car waiting outside of Mercedes' house.
"Because you can't resist me." The blonde smirked.
Santana just responded with a grunt. "Shit, I forgot to take the carseat out." Santana muttered and got out of the car to get it out.
"Why is it here?" Quinn asked.
"'Cause I was practising." Santana muttered ashamed.
Quinn giggled. Santana had been practising like crazy how to do various things for the baby. She had already mastered diapering, she could put a diaper on anything. Santana grabbed the car seat and put it in the trunk and got back inside the driver's side.
"I don't get why you always get so embarrassed about doing baby stuff. I like it, it's cute." Quinn said.
"Cute, how dare you?" Santana frowned and pretended to be offended. "I'm badass. If you wanna compliment me, tell me I'm hot or something, not cute."
Quinn decided to ignore her and just kissed her. Santana was not bothered at all by it. Suddenly a door opened and Mercedes sat down on one of the backseats.
"Lovebirds, stop kissing so we can go." Mercedes said.
Santana huffed. "You took forever Wheezy, you don't get to make demands." She said as she started to drive.
The drive to Rachel's house was short, and the short brunette was waiting for them in the driveway. Once Rachel was inside, she did not stop talking. Santana tuned most of it out, but Rachel started talking about something that interested her.
"Have you decided on a name for her yet?" Rachel asked.
"No, we're still deciding." Quinn answered.
"You know what a really great name is? Ba-" Before Rachel could finish she was cut off by the couple.
"We're not naming her Barbara." Quinn and Santana answered at the same time.
"You should name her Beyonce." Mercedes offered.
Santana just sighed and stayed silent for most of the drive. She had her hand on Quinn's thigh the whole drive, which didn't seem to bother the blonde at all. She was happy when she came to a stop in front of Carmel High. She couldn't believe she had to drive them home too.
The other girls exited the car after saying thanks to the brunette for driving them, which left Quinn and Santana alone.
"I'm gonna stop by McDonald's, do you want something?" Santana asked.
Quinn's face lit up at the mention of food. "My usual, extra bacon." She requested.
"You know it." Santana said and pecked Quinn on the lips before the blonde left.
Once the door closed, Santana sighed and started her drive to the restaurant to grab her girlfriend's weird burger with extra bacon, pickles and an ice cream.
"Wait, you want me to name my daughter Jack Daniels? You know it's a girl!" Santana complained to Puck.
"Okay, fine, whatever, Jackie Daniels." Puck responded.
"You're totally not getting the point!" Santana exclaimed, irritated.
"You should hear my ideas since I'm gonna be the baby's godfather."
"Who told you that? That's not gonna happen. Dude, you're my bro, but you're staying as far away from my daughter as possible." Santana explained plainly.
"I know you don't mean that, you're just trying to hurt my feelings. Whatever, what are you gonna name my goddaughter?"
"Again, not your goddaughter. And, we don't know. We haven't found a name for her yet, they all sound so basic and not like us, you know?"
"What about Olivia? We could call her Liv for short." Santana offered.
Quinn just made a grimace, indicating that she didn't like the name.
They were laying on the bed, Santana looking for names on her laptop and Quinn in a baby book.
"What about Sophia?" Quinn asked.
"Kind of basic."
"Emily?"
"Our daughter will not be named Emily."
"Why not?"
"Have you ever met an Emily that you actually liked?"
Quinn frowned thinking about it. "You're right."
"This is harder than I thought." Santana sighed. "Can't she just name herself in a couple of years?"
Quinn just laughed and closed her book. She then leaned over to Santana and closed her laptop. "How about we take a break? I don't think we're gonna find anything right now." She said while resting her head on Santana's shoulder.
"Yeah. This sucks, I thought this was going to be the fun part." Santana complained. "Did I tell you Puck thinks he's going to be the godfather?"
"Really?" Quinn asked, amused.
"Yeah, he even suggested a name." She added.
"What is it?" Quinn asked, now excited.
"Jackie Daniels."
"He's a moron. I can't believe you're friends with him."
"You're friends with him too."
"Do you know what Finn suggested as a name?" Quinn asked and looked at Santana. She knew bringing Finn up in a conversation wasn't convenient, but it would make Santana laugh. The brunette scowled but said nothing. "Drizzle." Quinn said with a smile.
Suddenly, Santana started laughing like crazy. This really made her day. "What a fucking idiot."
The girls continued to laugh for a while, but eventually the laughter died down. They just layed there looking at each other.
"What about Charlotte?" Santana asked.
"You wanna name her that?"
"Yeah, I really like it. We could call her Charlie for short." Santana explained. "Or Chuck." She said with a smile.
"You are not calling our daughter Chuck." Quinn said seriously. "But I like Charlie."
"Yeah?" Santana asked, excited.
"Yeah." Quinn nodded.
"What about last names? Should we hyphen?"
"How about just Lopez?"
"You don't want her to have Fabray in her name?" Santana frowned.
"I don't want her to have anything to do with my parents." Quinn explained.
"Are you sure? You can totally change your mind on that."
"I know, but I'm sure." Quinn said honestly. And she was sure, she knew she wanted her baby to have the last name of a loving family.
"So Charlotte Lopez?" Santana asked with a big smile.
"Charlotte Lopez." Quinn nodded while smiling too.