Santana was not impressed with the reply she received from Rachel. The fact that she had struck Beth with her car was more than enough for Santana to rip her head off. But her response to Santana, simply stating her name? No, this woman needed to learn.
"Do you usually start your week by hitting kids with cars, or is this a new thing you're trying out?" Santana questioned Rachel over the phone.
She could hear Rachel as she sighed heavily. "No, Santana. And it was an accident, one where I was not even driving. Is she okay?"
Santana snorted at this, "You never have cared before now. Worried this will leak to the paparazzi?"
There was a lull in the line and what she thought was typing. "Obviously I don't have a choice to be worried. I see you have leaked it?"
Santana genuinely laughed. "Absolutely. How do you think I was able to get such a badass firm going? By being nice? Please."
"I never expected you to be nice, Santana. Even while Quinn and I were together, you never really were polite." Rachel said hastily through the phone.
"I guess I could just see a dirty cheater way before Quinn could." Santana could feel her blood boiling now. It usually took a lot for her to become so upset, but this was Beth. And Quinn would now be aware of Rachel Berry again, because Santana was absolutely going to take her to court over this.
"Santana-" She heard the singer begin, "You don't even know the whole story."
"I'm bored with you already. It was a long time ago. Look out for a summons." And she immediately disconnected the phone call.
She turned, setting her phone on the kitchen island as she went, heading towards the stairs where Brittany and Beth had disappeared. She could hear Brittany singing along to whatever song was blasting in the background. Santana slowly cracked the door to the bathroom and watched as Brittany was dancing and singing to the music playing while Beth sat, perched on the tub edge, and laughed.
Santana smiled to herself and slowly shut the door, loving the energy she could feel coming from her two favorite blondes. She heard her phone ringing downstairs and sighed deeply. She was hoping it didn't have to do with work. She headed back down the stairs and to the kitchen island, grabbing her phone and reading the caller ID. "Oh boy." She breathed as she read "Jamie" on the caller ID. She loved the woman; she just knew this was going to upset her.
"Hey stranger, long time no hear." Santana supplied.
She heard ruffling in the background and then a small laugh. "Well, what can I say? Work likes to keep me busy and preparing for this move is seriously draining me." The woman's strong British accent came across the line. "I wanted to call earlier, but things got a little busy!"
"I bet." Santana said as she moved to her large kitchen fridge, tapping the door to peer inside at what could be in there of her interest. "Look, I want to start with she's okay-" She began before immediately being cut off.
"What happened to Beth?" Jamie interrupted her. "Is she okay? Did you call Quinn?" The voice on the line sounded panicked.
"She's my next call, Jamie. She got slightly brushed by a car. But I'm going to call Quinn and have her take a look at her." Santana sat in silence for a few moments. "Are you still there?"
Sniffles could be heard. "I am. I just hate being away from my daughter." Jamie said sadly. "Now that everything with COVID is finally settling down, I can be home with her again." There was a long pause. "I know it's hard for Beth."
Santana smiled. "She's very excited for you to come home. Quinn is too."
She heard more sniffling. "Thank you, Santana. For everything."
Santana could feel the genuine love. "Any time. Look, I'll let you get back to it. I'm sure you have plenty of patients to see."
"Right…yes of course. I'll see you all soon, okay?" Jamie breathed out.
"Don't be too long." Santana whispered, before disconnecting the call.
"Jamie?" Brittany asked, causing her to jump slightly as she hadn't heard her wife come in.
"Yeah." Santana frowned. "I know this has been especially hard on her."
Brittany walked up to her wife, taking her suit in as she did. Santana was always incredibly sexy. She wrapped her arms around the Latino woman and kissed her gently. "It'll be okay." She whispered.
Santana hummed against Brittany's lips. "I'm just glad that Beth has taken everything so well."
Brittany cuddled into her wife and sighed. "She's tough. She loves her moms, no matter what has happened between them." She kissed her wife one more time before reaching behind her and grabbing things from the fridge.
"I better call Quinn, even if Beth feels okay, it's best that she gets checked out." Santana sighed, unlocking her phone again and scrolling for Quinn's number. She laughed to herself when she came across her best friend's number, labeled "Tubbers".
"You do that." Brittany answered. "Beth! I'm making food!" Brittany sang.
Santana listened as the line rang, hearing Beth's feet climb down the stairs. "I wanna help!" Beth yelled, laughing, as she ran into her aunt. Santana booped her on the nose, "Watch it, kid." She whispered. Beth stuck her tongue out at her aunt and skidded towards Brittany.
The line continued to ring, as Santana reached for an apple and took a bite. "Come on, Q." She mumbled before the final ring finally connected them.
"What?" Quinn demanded, slightly out of breath.
Santana smirked, "What, were you getting hot and frisky with one of your residents?"
Santana could hear the frustration behind the blonde woman's voice. "Haha, God, you are too funny. No, I'm in the middle of my rounds with them though. What do you need?"
"Well, I just spoke to Jamie, and I did tell her I would consult with you," Santana teased to Quinn "She is my favorite after all…"
"Santana please!" Quinn barked, clearly not in the mood for any of her shenanigans. "What are you calling me for, exactly?"
Santana sighed. She knew that Beth was okay, however, when both of your mom's are doctors, there is little room for question when it comes to an accident and being evaluated. "Someone may have slightly bumped into Beth."
Santana could hear Quinn humming something to someone in the background. "Okay?" Quinn said, losing the little bit of patience she had left.
"…with their car?" Santana tried to say as calmly as possible.
She heard a choking sound and heavy coughing "WITH WHAT?!" Quinn screamed through the phone.
"Look, she isn't hurt, just some road rash-" Santana tried.
"Bring her here now! I'll look her over!" Quinn yelled. Santana heard rustling in the background.
"Quinn, you're over reacting, she's perfectly-" Santana tried but Quinn's voice cut her off.
"Now! Santana please…" Quinn begged.
Santana sighed deeply. She knew that Quinn was simply overprotective and very loving of her daughter. Santana couldn't blame her. "We'll be right there." Santana answered, almost hanging up the phone.
"Santana-" Quinn asked at the last moment.
"Yeah?" She answered, grabbing her messenger bag off the ground where she had put it when Beth had come in.
"Will you find out who did this?" Quinn asked, tears evident in her voice.
"I already did." Santana answered, not saying who.
A breath was heard over the phone. "Good." There was a pause. "Don't go easy on them."
Santana smirked at this. "Oh Quinn, I never would. Not when it comes to little B." She said lovingly, glancing over to where her wife and Beth were making pancakes and laughing. "You just may not be too happy with who we may see in court." Santana finished.
"Why?" Quinn perked up audibly at this.
Santana frowned. "Because it's not someone you wanted to see again." She answered.
"Santana… you're scaring me." Quinn answered.
"It was Rachel Berry, Quinn." Santana supplied. She could hear a gasp and heavier breathing than before. "I'm sorry, Q."
The line was silent. "Does Jamie know?" was all she asked.
"Not that it's Rachel. I'm sure if she finds out she won't be too thrilled." Santana said, biting another piece of her apple.
"I'll talk to her. She should probably hear it from me. She never really like her." Quinn answered.
Santana audibly laughed at this. "Can you blame her?" The line went silent. "Q?"
"Just bring her in, please?" Quinn said before disconnecting the line.
Santana frowned and set her phone down. "Well, there goes for a quiet start to the work week."