A/N: Every couple has a moment like this...especially after years together. I've been with my wife for ten years...I know these things. ;)

Sure Thing (Miguel)

QUINN'S POV

***ONE & A HALF MONTHS PRIOR***

FLASHBACK

"We can't have this argument again love, I can't be there on THAT day. I don't understand why you can't move it!"

"Because I didn't set the date!"

"Why not, it's YOUR album! Just drop it!"

"I'm not Beyonce! This is my first project, Q. My first baby and I need you there! Please?" She said, as she gripped the edge of the bed that I was currently inhabiting with every medical book that I owned.

"My boards are the next day! Passing means I become a doctor and that the last FOUR years haven't been for nothing!" I tried to stress it to her. "There will be other albums!"

"I don't think you understand just how important this night is, Q. Even Brittany is coming for Christ's sake!"

"Don't use the Lord's name in vain and since when is she coming?" I said, dropping my highlighter and giving her my full attention.

She slammed her hand against the bed and then hesitated a long moment before finally speaking.

"That's what you care about?"

"Yes. Why wouldn't I care about your ex-wife being there?"

"Sam invited her. He helped produce my album, she's his WIFE now. So yes, she'll be there."

I tried to not roll my eyes but I'm sure I did it anyway.

"Look, how about a compromise, I'll help you get ready...I will even keep my phone on just in case you need to call and you can take Beth with you. She'll love that."

"It's a school night and she's heard the album."

"So you DO get that it's just an album, that I've also HEARD and LOVED...and that it's a school night! How about we have our own family album release party instead...like a pregame."

"You know what, fuck it...fine, we can do that." She said, a smile on her face, her eyes not even showing her disappointment.

My wife was too good at hiding her emotions and because I was tired and stressed, I didn't push it.

I just smiled and nodded. "Great, it's settled." I picked up my highlighter and scanned the page to find where I had stopped. She lingered and so I looked up, my lips tucked in my mouth. "Was there anything else, love?"

She stared at me hard, smile still in place and then shook her head.

"Nope...study hard. I'm going to get the kids ready for bed."

"Okay. Grab me some water on your way back?" I asked, no longer looking her way.

"Yup." She mumbled before shutting the door softly.

The water was delivered by Beth moments later and even then I didn't allow myself to get upset.

I just didn't have time.

HALF A MONTH LATER...

Boards were over and classes were done, everyone I knew was lining up internships for the following year and while I had offers from my top three hospitals...CHOP in Philly, Mass Gen in Boston, and Johns Hopkins in Baltimore...I had yet to make a decision because it was a decision I didn't want to make without Santana.

But then SHE showed up back in our lives fresh from physical rehab in Boston, with a fucking Master's degree from M.I.T., with the ability to walk again and I've been feeling rage.

Unadulterated RAGE, not because of what happened between us and how violated it made me feel but more because, it seemed she and Santana were fast becoming friends again.

They'd connected at the album party.

Posted infinite pictures on social media and spent the night on Snapchat...I know because I watched...and re watched everything.

And that has me wanting badly to scratch Mass Gen from my list.

Even if it's my number two.

They knew her there.

And there was no way that I wanted to walk the same halls that had housed her for four years.

No fucking thank you.

And now that I've got nothing to do, while Gabriel and Beth are in school...nothing but ponder everything I had missed these past few years...I realized just how open I had left our marriage.

We'd barely had sex...and when we did...it was mechanical.

I was cold, distracted and I knew it.

But I made myself believe that it was all good.

That I had time to fix it but Brittany showing up, even if she IS married...means that there is room for her to sneak in and disrupt things.

Every day, Santana comes home from the studio happier and shinier, leaving me questioning whether or not Brittany was there cheering her on.

I had to step my game up.

Be better...especially now that I had time.

SANTANA'S POV

JUNE 7th

"I hate that you're moving again." Brittany whined as she helped me clear out my side of the closet.

"I know, B but this is what I signed up for. She's almost there, you know. It's her dream to be a pediatric neurologist and she got into the best program in the country. Do you know how amazing that is?"

She rolled her eyes at me as she folded a sweater that I had tossed in the donation pile.

"Actually I do."

"Right, M.I.T. Duh!" I chuckled as I watched her put the sweater next to her bag. "Are you stealing my sweater?"

"No, I'm reclaiming it. Don't you remember me giving it to you?" She asked, looking hurt. "It was the day after prom and I took you to Breadstix."

"No...sorry, B." I said, before going right back to tossing clothes from the closet. "It was so long ago...thanks for letting me borrow it."

"Sure."

"So, have you told Sam about the baby yet?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

Her eyes brightened as she sat up straighter on the bed and began to combing through my toss pile, probably looking for other trinkets of our relationship that I had done away with.

"I'm not sure I'm keeping it, San, he's got two kids already...that's more than enough. I don't want to have a baby, so why would I tell him."

"Wait...what?" I said, looking at her in shock.

"You heard me. My body has been through hell. Me and Sam are happy. Just the two of us and Lady Tubbington...why would I want to ruin that?"

"I uh..." I pushed aside the new pile she was creating and sat down, taking her hand in mine. "B, you've always wanted kids." And right then, her blue eyes captured mine and I knew what she'd say before she was going to say it. Just like old times. "Don't say..." I started to say but she had to get the words out.

"I always wanted kids with YOU. He will never be you and she will NEVER be me."

We were stuck like that in a trance for a solid five minutes before the spell was broken by a presence in the doorway.

"What's going on?" Beth said, her school bag dangling from her fingers as she held tight to Gabe's hand. "My mom is parking on the street because there's a car blocking the driveway." She said looking right at Brittany.

I dropped Brittany's hand and turned towards my daughter, not bothering to smile or sugarcoat this.

Quinn had known Brittany would be here, we weren't sneaking around and Beth needed to chill before she made this a bigger than it needed to be.

"Brittany's going through something. I was just cheering her up." I said, getting up from the bed and holding my arms out to Gabe.

He was innocent, unassuming and so he ran past Beth and jumped right into my arms but Beth was still glaring.

"On that note, I think I should go." Brittany stood up but I shook my head.

"No. Any minute Quinn is going to walk in the door and if you go running out of here, she'll think we were up to something."

"You were holding hands." Beth growled and stomped her foot.

I heard the front door open and shut downstairs and glared right back at Beth.

"That's enough out of you. Nothing happened, I love your Mama, end of story."

"You used to love Brittany too." She said, her eyebrow raising, resembling high school Quinn a little too much.

Quinn's steps were getting closer as she climbed the stairs, humming to herself.

Brittany was busying herself by stuffing that stupid sweater in her shoulder bag when Quinn showed up just behind Beth with a peaceful smile on her face...or at least it was peaceful until Beth said to her...without taking her eyes off of me.

"They were holding hands and sitting way too close together, Mama."

Quinn looked from Brittany to me and then her eyebrow raised.

"Is that right?"

"It's not big deal." I reiterated. "Right, B?" I said, hoping she'd back me up. Gabe clung to me, his body getting heavier as he fell asleep in my arms.

"I'm going to head out, I've got...um...I will see you later. Congrats on the move, Quinn. Thanks, Sanny." She murmured before brushing past Beth and her mother, leaving me with two inquisitive blondes.

QUINN'S POV

In my heart I knew, just from the look on Santana's face that nothing had happened and if this had happened out of Beth's sight, I wouldn't have let it phase me.

Only, Beth HAD seen them holding hands and Brittany looked way too guilty for me to be rational.

I put a hand on Beth's shoulder and whispered to her.

"Take your brother and get him changed for dinner. We have reservations in an hour."

"Okay." She said, holding her arms out for Gabriel but Santana shook her head.

"He's asleep. Let him be."

Beth looked back at me but I just nodded.

I knew Santana's game...keep our son in the room so that we didn't yell.

And because a part of me knew there was no issue, I didn't fight her on it.

Right then, I was choosing which battle I wanted to fight.

"Leave him, Sweets. Go change and start your homework, just because its the last week of school, doesn't mean you can slack off."

She groaned and pouted but I just stepped to the side so she could move past me.

"Happy birthday to me." She mumbled as she headed to her room.

"Almost."

"I can't wait to go to Texas." She threw back.

"I bet."

Santana laid Gabe down on the bed and surrounded him with pillows...even though he's nearly four and it's unnecessary, I know that she can't quite help herself.

He's still her baby.

I get it.

"Before you explain what it is she saw, I just need you to know that I trust you." I said to her as she looked at me without a shred of guilt only indignation.

"Nothing happened."

"Let me be the judge of that."

There was a huff and an exaggerated eye roll but she was calm when she spoke.

"She's pregnant and wants to get rid of it without even telling Sam." She said, a spark of anger back in her voice.

"Well that's her decision." I said, not really sure why Santana was SO bent out of shape about it.

"I thought you were Pro-Life. How can you say it's her choice, did you not bully Vanessa into keeping Gabe?"

I looked over at our son, his sweet face smushed, as he drooled on my pillow. Convincing Vanessa to keep him had been the best decision of my life.

"I'm Pro-Choice and with Vanessa it was different."

She chuckled and dropped down onto the edge of the bed, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at me.

"Explain to me just how it's different, don't tell me it's because this is Brittany."

"Actually, yes. She's a damaged person, there's no telling what affect she'll have on a kid."

"And YOU aren't damaged?" She stammered out, her hands thrown in front of her.

We were on the edge of a screaming match...I could feel it and on the eve of Beth's eleventh birthday, no less.

This was not how things should be...we were supposed to be happy.

So I chose to not let this fight get any worse.

It was stupid and getting us nowhere.

"Let's just drop it. What she does is none of our business. No need to throw barbs."

"Sure whatever."

SANTANA'S POV

JULY

She wouldn't argue with me.

In fact, her cold shoulder only gets colder the more I try to talk to her.

We put on happy faces for Beth's birthday.

And even happily took her to the airport a few days later.

The sex...my God...the sex has been phenomenal but the talking...well there has been NONE of that.

Nothing of substance anyway.

As far Brittany was concerned, I hadn't heard anything either way and maybe that was for the best.

Maybe it was better to get out of L.A. our first house in contract to be sold for nearly double what Papi paid for it.

Soon enough, we'd be back east...far away from Brittany's doctorate program at USC and Sam's production company.

We've probably been spending too much time together anyway.

And so nearly a MONTH after this silent battle started...I decided to be real with my wife.

"Thanks for doing this, 'Cedes." I said, as I ruffled Gabe's hair.

"Can I go play, now, Mami?" He asked me as he looked towards Mercedes and Sam's two gorgeous sons playing a few feet away.

"Sure mi'jo, go play."

From that moment on, I was invisible to him...which was more than okay with me.

"I'll call you if anything, go have fun." Mercedes said, hugging me tighter than I had hoped.

"My God, woman, I can't breathe!" I groaned.

"If you're talking, you're breathing. Now shoo, don't keep her waiting. I want details!" She called after me.

"You sure about that?" I cackled.

"Yes! Wait...not all of them." She called back.

"I thought so."

I couldn't stop smiling as I headed to the car, hoping to set my plan in motion now that Gabe was set for the night.

Now, all I needed was the right words to say.

QUINN'S POV

It was my last day of work in L.A. and I was exhausted!

On top of that, this thing with Santana was still going on, even though I was SO over it at this point.

We'd reached a stalemate...both of us waiting for the other to bow out and I think I was winning but it sure didn't feel like it.

I pulled up to the house and expected every light to be on...a part of her war against my constant bitching about the high electricity bill, was to leave every single one on.

But tonight, only the downstairs lights were on and from what I could see it wasn't even all of them.

Was this the break?

Dear Lord, I sure hope so.

When I walked inside, the whole place smelled like Maribel's rice and beans...there were candles going and the stereo on low.

Classic R&B...my favorite.

"Santana?" I called out to her.

"Kitchen." She called back...sounding happy...for once.

I rounded the living room and there she was, in a skimpy dress and very, very high stilettos.

She looked like sex personified...plus her was hair up...showing off those ears that I love so fucking much.

"Hey." I said...feeling breathless and kind of grungy in my scrubs, even if she always teases that it's easy access.

When she turned around, she held open her arms.

"Come here."

And so I did.

Her body against mine was different than it had been lately.

Looser, more like HOME.

"What is the word you trace against my clit...every time?"

I pulled back from the hug and looked up into her eyes...expecting a smirk but she was serious.

"Mine."

"Why?"

"Uh...what do you mean?"

"Is it a reminder or is it a declaration?"

"It's...a declaration. That your mine...and in return, that I'm yours." I said, suddenly feeling dumb for letting this thing go on.

"We are a sure thing, Q. Right?"

I nodded.

"Of course."

"And you trust me?"

"Without a doubt."

"It's just...she's Brittany."

She nodded and then reached into her bra pulling out a chip and holding it out to me.

It was her five year sobriety chip.

Somehow, I'd almost forgotten.

"That chip, is a reminder that loving her nearly killed me. It's a reminder that you saved me without me asking you to. It's a reminder that even with every thing that she put YOU through because of me, that you are still here. I have faith in us plain and simple, Q. Tell me that you do too?"

"YES!" I screamed out as she fucked me, loved me, kissed me on the counter. I was a shaking mess as I rested my head against her shoulder. "MY GOD, SANTANA! FUCK ME!"

"I love you...do you hear me, I love you, Quinn. So fucking much."

"Yes...yessss...yesssss." My ankles locked around her back as she continued stroking into me...how she hid a strap-on under that dress without me knowing is beyond me but I was NOT complaining.

"We're forever, do you understand, me? I don't want anyone but you, para siempre. Forever, Q...entiendes?"

"YESSS! Fuck...yes!"

"I'm yours."

"Mine."

"Fuck...yes." She said, slamming into me so hard, that I lifted off the counter and she wrapped her arms tight around me...pulling me against her as she kept stroking like that thing was a part of her, in heels no less.

"I love you." I choked out as I fell apart in her arms.

My orgasm rendering me breathless as I came back to back.

To back.

She stayed inside of me as she rested me back down onto the counter and put her sweaty forehead against mine.

"I want to have your baby." She said to me, sounding breathless and vulnerable.

My heart leapt...her having our baby was something I always wanted but never voiced...her career was taking off and a pregnancy could get in the way but semantics didn't matter.

"Yeah?" I said, pulling back and looking into her eyes...my muscles clenching against the piece of her still buried inside of me. My body quaked again and she smirked.

"Yeah."

"Okay. Lets have a baby."

Her hands gripped my waist as she pulled out almost all the way and then slammed back into me.

"FUCK!" I groaned.

She stilled and looked at me.

"More?"

I nodded.

"Don't stop."

"I don't plan on it." She said, slamming in again.

"Loving me, Santana...don't stop."

She chuckled.

"Like I said, Luce, I don't plan on it. It's you, my love. Always."

"Mine." I said as I nibbled on her ear.

She groaned and slammed harder, sending me over the edge.

"Yours." She shuddered, her hips still moving.

"Couch." I groaned as she stroked slower.

"Bed." She countered...stilling for a moment.

"Shower." I compromised.

"Even better." She said, pulling me as close as she could and kicking off one heel, then the other before holding me tight as she carried me down the hall.

Never again would I EVER second guess her.

Ever.

That night, she did and said everything she felt simple and plain.

While she may have given in first, she was definitely the one winning.

My sweet Lord, did she win and by association, so did I.

A/N: I shouldn't have to say this...but I will. This was not about CONTROL. ;) Review.