We Might Fall Fast. We Might Fall Hard (19/?) Part 3
"WAKE UP!"
Rachel opened her eyes and stared blearily at Santana. "What?" She looked at the taller brunette with confusion; wondering how she'd managed to speak without opening her mouth, then she remembered Quinn.
"It's almost food time ladies, and your Dad's are here."
"Oh." The singer climbed off the chair, and held her hand out for Quinn without thinking, and then heaved when she felt a hand grasp hers. Both of her fathers appeared holding boxes from the bakery they always go to, and she smiled at them.
"Okay, Izzy isn't back yet, so who knows when we'll eat." Rachel turned attention to Santana; who was looking mildly annoyed. "She's been gone like, half an hour, she'd better not be any longer."
"Should we be worrying?" The Diva asked.
"Nah." The Latina shook her head. "Maybe, if she isn't back in an hour. Right now I'm just going to assume she's either being incredibly picky about her damn onions, or she's got distracted by something shiny; or maybe something furry." Santana stared at a spot on the wall for a few seconds, and then went back into the kitchen.
"I hope Izzy is back soon." Quinn said as she smoothed down her dress. "Because if she isn't - Well, trust me when I say that you don't want to see Santana anxious with worry."
"I can believe that." David said.
"For now, let's just lay the table and stuff." The blonde pointed to the boxes the two Mr. Berry's were holding. "Are those cakes?"
Rachel let out a snort, and tapped her friend on the arm. Quinn's bottomless-pit-of-a-stomach was the eighth wonder of the world as far as she was concerned. "Is that all you ever think about?" She asked with a laugh.
"Trust me Rach, it isn't." The blonde quirked a brow and smirked at her. "However, right now, I am thinking about cake."
"They're just pastries." Lucas lifted up his container, and rattled it slightly.
The singer heard Quinn gasp at this action. "Mr. B, do those pastries have cream, and or chocolate in, or on them?"
"Yes." The shorter man answered hesitantly.
"Then could you please refrain from shaking them! The cream, and or chocolate will end up mostly on the cardboard! And those are the best parts!"
"Honey," David started as he carefully relieved his husband of the box in his hands. "I think I'll just take these off you; just in case."
Rachel walked behind the pregnant; placed her hands on the other girls' hips, and very, very carefully, pushed her towards the kitchen. As she did this, she wondered if she was being 'Over friendly' because earlier, the blonde had become a little cold when she attempted to be affectionate. But maybe it really was because she was tired. Or maybe she shouldn't have listened to Santana when she should take the opportunity to 'Feel her up' while they were watching TV. Honestly! Why did she have to whisper that to her when Quinn was only two feet away!
This whole trying to figure out if someone liked thing you was incredibly stressful. With boys it was easy because, well, they were boys. But girls were complicated. Especially pregnant ones. That used to hate you. She thought that maybe she could ask Santana, or Brittany to ask Quinn if she liked her back. But that seemed juvenile. However she would at least have an answer sooner rather than later.
"I am perfectly capable of walking there myself Rach." Quinn said as she swished her hips back and forth.
The Diva tried not to smile. She also tried not to take that as any kind of flirtation. Firstly; because there was the possibility of her hopes dashed. And secondly; if it were flirting, then it happening in front of her Dad's was a little weird. "I know you can do it yourself, I'm simply helping you along."
"Oh, okay then."
She was surprised that the dining room actually looked like a dining room when they walked in. Although quite different from how she remembered. She and Quinn must've been asleep for a while; she didn't even hear the furniture being put back. Santana pointed to the table and told her Dad's and Quinn to sit their asses down, and called Rachel over to help dish up the food. When she got to the other girl, she asked. "Aren't you making my Dad's help? I thought everyone does."
"Yeah, when Izzy is here; she's a lot bossier than I am."
"Really?" The singer frowned; unable to believe that anyone could be bossier than Santana.
"Yes!" The taller girl answered defensively, and then groaned in frustration. "Where the hell is she Rachel?"
The Diva guessed this was a rhetorical question, but she still answered, "I don't know."
On queue, the older woman walked in, carrying a large cardboard box. "Sorry I took so long."
"You can say that again." The Latina huffed. "You do remember we have guests right? And holy crap, how many onions did you buy?"
"A couple." A slow smile crept across Izzy's face.
Santana eyed the container suspiciously. "Why is it making a noise?"
"Well, you see, I was on my way home and-"
"Oh my God! What did you get? No, you know what? I don't want to know, whatever it is; take it back."
Izzy put the box down on the small table next to the door, and opened it up.
"Iz, seriously. Don't."
Rachel watched as the older woman put her hand in, and then pulled out a kitten. "Ana, look at her tiny little face!"
When she looked behind, she saw Santana covering her eyes with her hands. "Nope."
Rachel decided that this was probably something best witnessed farther back, so she manoeuvred herself away from the situation, and made her way to the dining chair between Brittany and Quinn. She turned her seat to face the action, and almost immediately, the shorter blonde rested her chin on her shoulder. "Santana will cave." The blonde chuckled. "Kitten's are like her kryptonite; she is powerless to resist."
"Isn't that your math teacher, Sweetie?" David asked.
"It is." She answered as she leaned back.
She made a decision as she watched her friend crumble at the sound of a quiet little meow the kitten made. She needed to know for sure if Quinn liked her or not. She knew she had to stop obsessing over it because it was starting to make her stomach hurt, and even if Quinn wasn't interested - she would be disappointed - but at least she'd know. There was only one way she could think of where she would find out definitively; and that was to dress up like a Cheerio.
It wasn't the most perfect plan. In fact it was probably the worst one she'd ever had in her life. But that was what Quinn Fabray had reduced her to; living life on the edge. And honestly, that's exactly why she loved her.
A/N 2: One day I'll write a chapter where something actually happens. Obviously, this was not that chapter.