We Might Fall Fast. We Might Fall Hard (21/?)
Title: We might fall fast. We might fall hard (20/?)
Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Spoilers: None. Set in Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
I don’t own Glee, and other things I reference in here.
Thursday
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Santana was finding it increasingly difficult to ignore the constant sighing that came from Quinn next to her on the couch. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel for her friend; she did. Of course she did. But sometimes a girl just needs to spends some quality alone time with her Xbox, and shoot the ever-loving crap out of some zombies! At least Brittany had found a way to entertain herself with the kitten and some of Izzy’s wool.
“I miss Rachel.” Quinn said, and took another pickle out of the jar.
“Yeah, I know.” The brunette grunted, without taking her eyes off the TV screen. “You’ve mentioned this several times now. Apart from the fact that she hasn’t actually gone anywhere - and is just hanging out with her mom - you saw her three hours ago.”
“Not the point Santana!” The blonde said as she punched her on the arm. “You aren’t a very supportive friend.”
“The hell I’m not! I just don’t want to hear about how Rachel wants to get to know her mother; and not spend time with you.” She let out a frustrated noise as she died in the game she was playing, and put the controller on her leg. “I get it Q, you’ve gotten used to the fact that you - and that bump of yours have been the centre of her attention for the last few weeks. But it’s only been a day. Did you talk to her last night?”
“No. She got in late, and I went to bed early.”
“Did you use your massager?” Santana smirked.
“Shut up.” Quinn huffed, and sunk into the sofa with a pout. “I know I’m being unreasonable, that doesn’t mean I don’t feel sad about it.”
“Fair enough.” The brunette turned in her seat so she was facing her friend. “At least you’re aware you’re being a crazy pregnant woman right now. You’ve grown so much as a person.”
“Seriously. Shut up.”
“Right, well, it’s not that I don’t want you in my house - sulking like a child. But why aren’t you at home?”
“Rachel has sworn me to secrecy, and I’m worried that I won’t be able to keep it from the Mr. B’s.”
“I know I was all mock the mocky mockerson just then when I said you’d grown as a person, but now I’m thinking that maybe you really have. Remember not that long ago when you lied for months to Fudson about him being the Baby Daddy? I’m so freaking happy that it isn’t his baby by the way; I mean, what if she got his brains? As much of an idiot as Puck can be, he isn’t stupid.”
“No. And, she’d be called Drizzle if she was Finn’s.”
“I’m back!” Izzy called out from the kitchen, and when the woman entered the living room, Santana saw her visibly sag, and she knew exactly why. Izzy liked Brittany and Quinn; she also liked it when she had a break from them. But God bless her - she recovered from her disappointment quickly and quietly. “Hello there my little Pumpkin pies; my tiny Peach Cobblers; my miniscule Apple Crumbles; my giant Yorkshire Puddings. How are we today?”
“Hungry.” Quinn responded sullenly, and the older Lopez gave her sister a questioning look.
“She’s sad.”
“Still? Okay.” Izzy shook her head, turned and marched back out of the room.
“Go home Fabray.” Santana said as she put her hand on the other girls arm.
“Yeah. Will you come with me? Just for a while?”
‘Jesus. H. Christ’ “B? Wanna go over to Quinn’s?”
The taller blonde looked up at them from where she was sitting on the floor. “Can we bring Luna?”
“Who?”
“The cat!” Brittany proclaimed as she held up the kitten, Lion King style.
“When did we name her that?” Santana frowned in confusion. “Why did we name her that?”
“Because of the half moon shape on her head.”
“Oh! Okay, Luna it is. Although she’ll probably end up being called a ton of other names too.”
“Cool. So does that mean we can take her to Quinn’s?”
“Nope.”
“Aww.” The blonde cheerleader pouted.
“I’m sorry B, but she needs to get used to being here before she goes anywhere else.”
“Okay then. Are we going now?”
Santana nodded and got up from the couch; leaving Brittany to help up Quinn, and she walked into the kitchen. “I’m going to the Berry’s for a few hours.” She told her sister.
“You sound happy about it.” Izzy cocked a brow.
“Mopey Quinn is a pain in the ass.”
“Yeah.” Her sister chuckled, and went into her bag; pulling out her wallet. “Here’s some money; get a pizza or something if you aren’t eating here.”
“Thanks.” She said taking the note, and pocketing it in her jeans. “I’ll see you later.”
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Friday Afternoon
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This felt weird. It felt like they were encroaching on some private moment between two human beings. And that is exactly what they were doing.
Quinn, Santana and Brittany all sat at the back of McKinley auditorium, watching Rachel and Shelby sing Poker Face. Quinn couldn’t see the sadness on Diva’s face, but she could hear in her voice.
“This doesn’t seem like an appropriate song for a mother/daughter duet.” Santana whispered.
“Shh.” The blonde pinched her friend.
“I’m just sayin’ is all I’m sayin’”
“Look at her San.” Brittany pointed to Rachel. “She’s really sad. Does it matter what they’re singing? When Ms Corcoran walks out of here - she’s going to need someone to be there for her, and lucky for her she has three someone’s - Us.” The taller blonde clarified, as if there were some other friends of Rachel’s who follow her and her mother around in case something happens. “And you know what we’re gonna do? We’re gonna hug her, and just be there for her.”
“Yeah, Brit, I know.” Santana said leaning back in her chair.
They watched as the song continued, and Quinn wondered how Rachel must be feeling right now. They hadn’t spoken much over the last two days - not without Rachel’s Dads around anyway - and it made her think of Baby Lily. What if things had happened differently and she still planned on giving her up to Crazy Terri Schuester? Would she even get a chance to know her? If not, would her daughter find her years later?
But that was too many ‘What if’s’. She’d already had the conversation with the whole Berry family earlier in the week about staying with them after Baby was born. Even though Rachel had already told her that David and Lucas wanted her there, she still cried when they confirmed it over a nice cup of cocoa with marshmallows.
When the song was done - Shelby walked away, leaving Rachel alone on the stage. She looked so small and dejected. “I swear to God Tubbers, I think this one is on you, and you’d better get down there now.”
Quinn nodded, and pushed herself out of the chair. She could feel her heart beating, and wasn’t sure why. “Hey.” She said softly as she neared her friend.
The singer blinked away some tears and smiled at her, and the blonde was relieved to see it was one of her - ‘I’m really happy to see you’ smiles. “Hey back.” Rachel took a seat on the edge of the stage and Quinn stood in front of her; putting her hands on the smaller girls knees.
“Did you see all of that?” The Diva asked as she wiped at her eyes.
“You had an audience.” She pointed behind her with her thumb.
“Hey Rach!” Brittany called out. “We’ll be here if you need lots of hugs!”
“Thanks!” The singer shouted back and then laughed.
“I’m not going to ask if you’re alright Rach, because that would be stupid. But, I am going to ask you if you need a tissue.”
Rachel laughed again and bent down; resting her arms on Quinn’s shoulders. “Yes, I think I would.” She said, and rested her head on top of the blondes. “But in a minute. Right now I think I need some comfort.”
“I can do that.” The blonde leaned in closer, and wrapped her arms around the other girls’ waist.
“I’m sorry we haven’t talked in a while.”
“I understand.”
“I just… I wasn’t sure how to talk about this with you. You were going to give Lily up, and - I don’t know. Part of me is afraid that you still will. That you’ll realize that my Dads and me are crazy, and you wouldn’t want your daughter near us.”
“What? No! Never.” Quinn leaned back so she could look the singer in the eye. “You may all be crazy, but there’s enough love in your home- my home - to fill a galaxy!”
“That an exaggeration.” Rachel said with a smile and tapped her on the arm.
“Nope. My parents never showed me or my sister any affection; everything was superficial for them. Santana only really has Izzy; her dad only speaks to them when he feels like it. And Brittany’s parents don’t really understand her; they just let her get on with it. They aren’t mean or anything, they’re just there. You have two parents who love you; who care about the things you do, and are interested in the person that you are. Why wouldn’t I want my daughter to grow up in that kind of house?”
“When you say it like that…” Rachel pulled Quinn’s back in towards her, and she placed her hands on the blonde’s neck. “I suppose I’m very lucky.”
“You are. You’re friends with me!”
The singer snorted and drummed her fingers against the pregnant girls’ skin. “You know, I could say the same thing - but I’m far too modest.”
Quinn would’ve laughed at this, but they were close again, and she found herself a bit lost in brown eyes.
“Quinn?”
“What?” She asked, looking around.
“You were just… You were staring.”
“I’m so sorry. I was thinking about - sandwiches.”
“Oh?” Rachel giggled. “Any particular kind?”
“Not really.” She shrugged helplessly. She was embarrassed about being caught out. “Just general food really.”
“Okay. Maybe we should go home then?”
“Yes.” Quinn stepped back, holding out both of her hands, and Rachel clasped them before she jumped down from the stage, and then they made their way up towards their friends.
“You’re not going to need that hug are you?” Santana asked as they approached.
“No, you’re off the hook this time.” Rachel grinned.
“Thank Christ.”
“You and Miss - Your sister are still coming over tonight?”
“Are you kidding me?” The taller brunette scoffed. “She’s been looking forward to it since your Dad’s asked on Monday.”
“Oh good!” She smiled. “I sort of need the distraction.”
“And I am more than happy to help you with that if free food is involved.”
“You’d do it anyway.” Brittany told Santana.
“Stop telling people things like that B, it’ll ruin my image.”
“Santana Lopez is a big softie!” Quinn laughed, and didn’t stop when she was given the evil eye.
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Friday Night
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Quinn let out a contented hum as she sunk down into the chair and closed her eyes. She was full of food, and it was nice to be back on Divine with Rachel, it had only been two days, but it felt like longer.
There had been one up-side to her Rachel drought though; she’d managed to read another fifty pages of the book she’d been trying to get through for the last three weeks, and there was only another seventy pages to go!
But that didn’t mean she wanted it to happen again. Fifty pages was all well and good, but it didn’t trump having Rachel’s being near her.
David, Lucas and Izzy were in the kitchen drinking wine, and that left the four girls to laze about in the den, and for a change - instead of watching a film - Rachel had managed to persuade her friends to open their horizons to different types of music, but Quinn was pretty sure that as soon as the first song came on, Santana and Brittany - who were cozied up on the sofa - had stopped listening to the monks chanting, and were more interested in each other.
“Quinn?”
“Hmm?” The blonde turned her head; keeping her eyes closed. She and Rachel had the chair reclined and they were in their usual position of the singer snuggled up into her side with her arm resting over Baby. She was too sleepy to worry about where hands were - or where they weren’t. She was just glad that she had Rachel’s warmth on her again.
“Thank you for letting me and my Dad’s have some time to talk earlier; about Shelby.” The Diva said, and rubbed the swollen belly of the blonde.
“That’s alright. They seem fine, so it went well?”
“As well as can be expected.” Quinn felt what she guessed was a shrug from the other girl. “They were mostly annoyed that I had you lie for me. They were worried because they thought you were avoiding them, but they didn’t want to pry.”
“I should probably apologize for that.”
“I’m sorry for asking you to do it.”
“I’d do anything for you.” The blonde snapped her eyes open as soon as she said the words, and panic began to set in.
Rachel lifted herself up on one arm and Quinn dared to look. “Anything?” The singer smiled.
“Within reason.” The pregnant girl relaxed.
“What if I asked you to get me a piece of that carrot cake Santana’s sister made?”
“You really can’t say her name, can you?”
“It feels so odd!” Rachel whined.
“Okay!” Quinn chuckled. “Do you really want another piece of the cake? Because I’ll get it.”
“Yes, but I’ll get it myself.”
“No, I wanted to get some chocolate milk anyway. Might as well get you some more dessert while I’m there.”
“Well, if you want a drink I’ll get it.”
“No!” Santana said. “Let the lardy get it herself.”
“It’s fine Rachel.” Quinn reassured. “I could do with stretching my legs anyway.”
“If you’re sure.” The little Diva frowned.
After some help up from Rachel, Quinn walked towards the door; making sure she avoided whatever Santana and Brittany were doing on the couch and headed towards the kitchen. She stopped in the hallway when she heard Izzy talking.
“- I swear to God, it’s like they actually have to fail a psyche exam, to become one. I just don’t get why anyone would want to be a taxi driver! And Joe was the only sane one I met.”
The blonde suddenly remembered the cabbie that Izzy dated about two years ago. He seemed really nice from what she could recall, and they were together for a while. She never wondered why they broke up until right this second.
“Were you two together for long?” She heard Lucas ask.
“Thirteen months. The guy has been shot once; in the arm. Stabbed in the leg. Beaten up - But he couldn’t handle the fact that Ana was part of my package, y’know?”
Quinn tensed up when she heard this, and moved closer to the wall.
“He was jealous?” David asked.
“I don’t know. I know that my sister can be a hellion child. But you know what? I don’t care! I brought her up the best way I could; I brought her up to not take any shit from anyone, and that it’s actually okay to have an opinion - even if other people don’t like it. She knows that no matter what - me and our home is somewhere she will always be safe, and she will always, always come first. If some guy doesn’t like that I have a younger sister to take care of - he can bugger off.”
Quinn figured this was probably the best time to walk in, because if she took any longer someone might come looking for her.
“Hello there Kiddo, everything alright?” David smiled.
“Rachel has a hankering for some of that cake, and I felt like some chocolate milk.”
“She liked the cake?” Izzy lit up.
The blonde nodded. “Yes, she does.”
“I am so glad.” Izzy picked up the bottle of wine from the table, and topped off her glass. “I’ve never made vegan stuff until last weekend. It’s not half bad to eat.” She said and took a sip of her drink. “But not regularly.”
Both of Rachel’s Dad’s chuckled at that, and Quinn cut a slice of the cake. “No, I can imagine. I don’t think either you, or Santana could go more than a day without eating meat.”
“That’s because meat is tasty.”
“So true.” Quinn smiled, and went to the fridge to fetch the whole carton of milk. “I’m going to leave you boozy adults to it.”
“Thanks Kiddo!”
Rachel was sitting upright and throwing a Sbuck ball to Brittany when she walked back into the den. Damn it! They still hadn’t had their meeting.
“Is she very drunk?” Santana asked, and the shorter blonde shook her head. “I’m sure that change by the time we go home.”
“They just finished one bottle, and there’s another one left.”
“Urgh.” Santana groaned, but with a smile. “She’ll gets all huggy when she’s drunk on wine, and tells me she loves me.”
“Well she does.” Quinn told her friend, and thought about what she had said to Rachel earlier about Santana only having her sister to care about her. But after what she had just overheard, ‘only’ was the wrong word - it implied that it wasn’t enough, and that wasn’t the case. Izzy was everything Santana needed, and she suspected that her friend knew this. “You love it Lopez, so shut your mouth.”
“Yeah.” The taller brunette grinned.
“May I have my cake?”
Quinn turned to look at Rachel, and was amused to see her sitting so primly in the chair that was so large; the singer’s feet didn’t touch the floor. “Sure.” She handed over the plate, and sat down next to her.
“Thanks.” Rachel bit her lip and then quickly kissed her on the cheek before picking up the slice of cake, and taking a bite.
Baby Lily kicked, and Brittany gave her a thumbs up.
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Saturday
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In the two weeks she’d been living at the Berry’s, Quinn had slept in her own bed for only half of that time. She liked waking up to Rachel more than she felt she should, but she wasn’t going to let her conscious get the better of her. She woke up to the two very familiar sounds. She opened her eyes and watched Rachel do her morning work-out routine, while singing along to ‘Macho Man’. There were definitely advantages to sleeping in the Diva’s bed.
“Good morning.” Rachel said breathlessly as she hopped off the machine.
“Morning.” Quinn squeaked and then coughed.
“Good sleep?”
The blonde nodded. There was a thin layer of sweat over every inch of skin she could see. Sweat should not be this sexy.
“Good.” The singer smiled, and it always amazed Quinn that Rachel always seemed happy that she was doing well. “I need a shower, I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Okay. Have fun!” Have fun? What the hell?
“I will try.”
When Rachel walked out of the room, Quinn stared up at the ceiling and her focus went to the dent that they’d made with the phone. The other girl had left her work-out playlist on, and the blonde was content to leave it playing. She was too busy thinking about Rachel, and how the singer’s body moved when she exercised; how certain muscles tensed and how her face became even more determined than usual. She could literally watch the singer for hours. Charlie must have a field day whenever it happens.
She stretched out and closed her eyes; hoping she could take her mind off Rachel’s body and pretty face. It didn’t really work, and after a while she shook her head and mumbled ‘Damn hormones’
“Why are you damning your hormones?”
She opened her eyes and looked up at the singer. “You know.” She shrugged.
“Not really.” Rachel laughed. “Hungry?”
“You have to ask?” She snorted.
“That’s a relief, because I brought you up some breakfast.”
Quinn sat up and saw the plate in the other girls’ hand. “Is that a croissant with tuna and apple sauce?”
“Yes.” The brunette curled her lip.
“How did you know that’s what I wanted?” The pregnant girl asked; genuinely impressed.
“I’ve been feeding you for quite a while; I’ve picked up on your cravings - As disgusting as they are.” The singer put the plate down on the side table and hopped on the bed.
“I and Lily thank you.” Quinn said, and took a huge bite of her food.
It didn’t take her long to wolf it down, and when she had finished, she had to brush her teeth. Normally she waited until she was sure wasn’t going to gag before brushing, but Rachel kept pulling faces. When she got back into the room and lay back down on the bed - Rachel cozied up to her.
“Tell me a story.” The singer said.
Quinn looked at her with a raised brow. “A story? What kind of story?”
“One with a happy ending. And some princesses.”
“Really?” She asked incredulously.
“Yes.” She felt the smaller girl nod once.
“Okay then. Uh, Once upon a time, there was a princess, she lived a happy life. The end.”
“That was incredibly short. I demand more detail in this princess’s life.”
“You demand, do you?” Quinn smiled.
“I do! Yes. What did this princess look like? Did she get married? Did she have an evil step-mother?”
“Fine. More detail you shall have. Once upon a time there was a beautiful young Princess named-” Quinn looked around the room for some help, then out of the window. “- Rain, who lived in a grand palace with her kind father; the King, and his trusted companion-”
“Rain? What kind of a name is Rain?”
“If you’re going to interrupt, I’m not telling it.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.” The singer chuckled.
“Right. Now, although she was happy, she was also quite lonely. When she was a child she had tried to befriend some of the villagers, but they would run away from her-”
“This is getting sad already.”
“It’s a ‘Once Upon a Time’ story. It’s got to have sad bits to make the happy ending, all the more happier! Do you want me to tell you a story or not?”
“Yes I do. I’ll try and be quiet.”
Quinn smiled. ‘Try’ was probably as good as it was going to get with, Rachel. “One day, when Princess Rain was sixteen, there was to be a gathering of the Kings and Queens from all across the lands.”
“Does it really have to be Rain?”
“Were you like this when you were a kid? Constantly interrupting? What about I shorten it to Ray?”
“Ray is a man’s name.”
“Ray-chel. Rachel!”
“Princess Rachel? I very much like the sound of that.”
“I bet.”
“You may proceed with your story now.”
“You are pushing your luck, little lady.” The blonde said, and entwined her fingers with the smaller girls’ “Anyway… All of the Kings and Queens were to join King Lucas-”
“You’re just not even going to make names up now, are you?”
“I figured there’d be no point.”
“Probably not.”
“- and his trusted companion, David, in the palace. When the day came that all the royalty arrived, Princess Rachel saw a handsome Prince, and fell madly in love with him, but he was betrothed to a beautiful Princess named Quinn.”
“Oh, really? A beautiful princess?”
“Yup. And Princess Quinn was with child. But little did Prince Finn know that his betrothed had actually had a dalliance with his Knight, Sir Puckalot-”
Rachel laughed, and held on tightly to the pregnant girl in an effort to control herself.
“Rach, if you carry on squeezing me, I’m going to need to go to the bathroom soon.”
The singer released her, but continued to laugh. “Just give me a minute.”
“You know, I think I’m just going to give up on this story. You keep interrupting.”
“No! Don’t stop!”
“One more interruption. That’s it. One more, and I’m definitely stopping. Okay?”
“Okay.” The other girl said as she took in deep breaths.
“- And the child was actually the Knight’s. Now Princess Rachel was an intelligent, and occasionally observant young lady, who noticed that there was something between the beautiful blonde Princess and the Knight, and one day, while the beautiful Princess Quinn was out taking a stroll her ladies-in-waiting, Santana and Brittany -”
“Santana is not going to be happy if she ever finds out she was made a lady-in-waiting, and not a princess; or a knight.”
“And how will she find out, pray tell?”
“Not from me.” Rachel laughed.
“Where was I? That’s right. - So Princess Quinn and her ladies-in-waiting were out for a walk, while Sir Puckalot accompanied at a respectful distance behind them.”
“Ha! Puck would never do that.”
“Maybe. But Sir Puckalot would, so shush. Anyway, As the ladies were walking and talking about the up-coming wedding, Princess Quinn slipped and fell, and Sir Puckalot rushed to her aid. Now - to the casual observer - what the knight did was a very chivalrous thing to do, but to Princess Rachel - who had witnessed the incident - It seemed suspicious, and she came to the conclusion that the baby was actually the Knight’s.”
“Wait. Was Princess Rachel just following them like a creep?”
“Yes.” Quinn nodded. “Hey, don’t sulk, I not telling the story; the story is just using me as a conduit.”
“Yeah, yeah.” The singer sighed. “What happened then?”
“Well, just before the Landsmeet, the Princess took Prince Finn aside and told him of her suspicions about the parentage of the baby.” Quinn sensed that Rachel wanted to say something, but the little Diva managed to stay quiet. “However, she hadn’t anticipated the repercussions of her plan, when the meet between the royal families almost came to war.”
“Jeepers.”
“Yeah.” Quinn pulled Rachel closer.
“How was the potential war thwarted?”
“Well-”
“Ladies!” Santana barged into the room and looked pointedly at the two girls. “Y’all realize it’s Saturday, and therefore mall day? Yes?”
“Okay, I’m done.” The pregnant girl lifted her arms in exasperation.
“No, that’s not fair, it wasn’t me that interrupted!”
“What did I just walk in on?” The taller brunette gave them a smile.
“Quinn was telling me a story, now she won’t finish it. Because of you!” Rachel sulked.
“Yeah?” The taller brunette chuckled, and she turned her attention to the blonde. “She seems upset about that. Why don’t you just tell her the end or something?”
The blonde gave Santana a devilish smile. “Princess Rachel and Princess Quinn work out their issues and ended up bringing the baby up together.”
“Wow. Well.” The Latina managed, with a great deal of amusement. “Did they get married?”
“Don’t be stupid.” The blonde shook her head.
Rachel sat up fully and frowned at Quinn. “Why not?”
She hesitated and gave the taller brunette a helpless look, who gave her an encouraging tilt of the head. “Because same sex marriage wasn’t permitted in the land?” She answered slowly, and faced the singer with a wary smile.
“That doesn’t sound right.” The Diva said disapprovingly. “You should change that.”
“Um. Okay. The Kings and Queens all came together and changed the law of the lands, and from that day forward all consenting adults were free to wed whom ever they choose. So Princess Rachel, and Princess Quinn married in the spring, surrounded by everyone they loved, and that didn’t include Prince Finn, because he’s a douche.”
“Better.” The Diva beamed. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready for the mall.” She said as she got off the bed. “I’m sorry we forgot Santana.” And she bounded over to her wardrobe, picked out some clothes and walked out of the room towards the bathroom.
When Rachel was out of sight, the blonde shot out of bed and grabbed hold of Santana’s top. “I’m so confused!” She whispered.
“What’s there to be confused about Tubbers? You married yourself off to Rach in some weird fairytale story you made up, and she was okay with that.” Santana gave her a wide grin. “Quinn and Rachel sitting in a tree- But not too high because the dwarf is afraid of heights, and you’re the size of a cow- K.I.S.S.I.N.G.”
“Santana, I’m being serious! I swear she’s flirting with me, and has been for the last week, but it’s entirely possibly I’m making it up in my head!”
The brunette extracted the blonde’s hands from her t-shirt, and tried to brush the creases out. “She just told you to change the laws of a made up place so the two of you can marry, for fuck sake! Seriously Fabray! I don’t know if that was flirting exactly, but I’m sure as hell that it was something, you know, gay.” Santana scowled at the blonde, and seeing the terrified expression on her friends face, she relaxed and rubbed at her face.
Quinn waited for Santana to say something else, because it certainly felt like she was going to say something else. But nothing seemed forthcoming. “What do you think I should do?”
“Talk to her.” She shrugged helplessly. “I can’t keep giving you the same advice over and over.”
“Why not?” The blonde asked petulantly.
“Because you never listen.” The brunette sighed.
“Maybe I should start listening.” She sighed.
“You think?” Santana asked sarcastically. “Something’s gotta give soon, Fabray. But until then, get changed out of your old woman nightgown.”
“It’s maternity, not old.” She narrowed her eyes at her friend as she made her way to her own room to get her clothes and a towel, and wait for Rachel to come out of the bathroom.
Santana was right. Things were changing; she could feel it. She just wasn’t sure if it was going to change for the better. But so far, it was looking that way.
Author: appleswithin
Rating: PG-13 (For swears)
Spoilers: None. Set in Season One
Summary: How one slushy changed everything for Quinn and Rachel.
I don’t own Glee, and other things I reference in here.
Thursday
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Santana was finding it increasingly difficult to ignore the constant sighing that came from Quinn next to her on the couch. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel for her friend; she did. Of course she did. But sometimes a girl just needs to spends some quality alone time with her Xbox, and shoot the ever-loving crap out of some zombies! At least Brittany had found a way to entertain herself with the kitten and some of Izzy’s wool.
“I miss Rachel.” Quinn said, and took another pickle out of the jar.
“Yeah, I know.” The brunette grunted, without taking her eyes off the TV screen. “You’ve mentioned this several times now. Apart from the fact that she hasn’t actually gone anywhere - and is just hanging out with her mom - you saw her three hours ago.”
“Not the point Santana!” The blonde said as she punched her on the arm. “You aren’t a very supportive friend.”
“The hell I’m not! I just don’t want to hear about how Rachel wants to get to know her mother; and not spend time with you.” She let out a frustrated noise as she died in the game she was playing, and put the controller on her leg. “I get it Q, you’ve gotten used to the fact that you - and that bump of yours have been the centre of her attention for the last few weeks. But it’s only been a day. Did you talk to her last night?”
“No. She got in late, and I went to bed early.”
“Did you use your massager?” Santana smirked.
“Shut up.” Quinn huffed, and sunk into the sofa with a pout. “I know I’m being unreasonable, that doesn’t mean I don’t feel sad about it.”
“Fair enough.” The brunette turned in her seat so she was facing her friend. “At least you’re aware you’re being a crazy pregnant woman right now. You’ve grown so much as a person.”
“Seriously. Shut up.”
“Right, well, it’s not that I don’t want you in my house - sulking like a child. But why aren’t you at home?”
“Rachel has sworn me to secrecy, and I’m worried that I won’t be able to keep it from the Mr. B’s.”
“I know I was all mock the mocky mockerson just then when I said you’d grown as a person, but now I’m thinking that maybe you really have. Remember not that long ago when you lied for months to Fudson about him being the Baby Daddy? I’m so freaking happy that it isn’t his baby by the way; I mean, what if she got his brains? As much of an idiot as Puck can be, he isn’t stupid.”
“No. And, she’d be called Drizzle if she was Finn’s.”
“I’m back!” Izzy called out from the kitchen, and when the woman entered the living room, Santana saw her visibly sag, and she knew exactly why. Izzy liked Brittany and Quinn; she also liked it when she had a break from them. But God bless her - she recovered from her disappointment quickly and quietly. “Hello there my little Pumpkin pies; my tiny Peach Cobblers; my miniscule Apple Crumbles; my giant Yorkshire Puddings. How are we today?”
“Hungry.” Quinn responded sullenly, and the older Lopez gave her sister a questioning look.
“She’s sad.”
“Still? Okay.” Izzy shook her head, turned and marched back out of the room.
“Go home Fabray.” Santana said as she put her hand on the other girls arm.
“Yeah. Will you come with me? Just for a while?”
‘Jesus. H. Christ’ “B? Wanna go over to Quinn’s?”
The taller blonde looked up at them from where she was sitting on the floor. “Can we bring Luna?”
“Who?”
“The cat!” Brittany proclaimed as she held up the kitten, Lion King style.
“When did we name her that?” Santana frowned in confusion. “Why did we name her that?”
“Because of the half moon shape on her head.”
“Oh! Okay, Luna it is. Although she’ll probably end up being called a ton of other names too.”
“Cool. So does that mean we can take her to Quinn’s?”
“Nope.”
“Aww.” The blonde cheerleader pouted.
“I’m sorry B, but she needs to get used to being here before she goes anywhere else.”
“Okay then. Are we going now?”
Santana nodded and got up from the couch; leaving Brittany to help up Quinn, and she walked into the kitchen. “I’m going to the Berry’s for a few hours.” She told her sister.
“You sound happy about it.” Izzy cocked a brow.
“Mopey Quinn is a pain in the ass.”
“Yeah.” Her sister chuckled, and went into her bag; pulling out her wallet. “Here’s some money; get a pizza or something if you aren’t eating here.”
“Thanks.” She said taking the note, and pocketing it in her jeans. “I’ll see you later.”
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Friday Afternoon
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This felt weird. It felt like they were encroaching on some private moment between two human beings. And that is exactly what they were doing.
Quinn, Santana and Brittany all sat at the back of McKinley auditorium, watching Rachel and Shelby sing Poker Face. Quinn couldn’t see the sadness on Diva’s face, but she could hear in her voice.
“This doesn’t seem like an appropriate song for a mother/daughter duet.” Santana whispered.
“Shh.” The blonde pinched her friend.
“I’m just sayin’ is all I’m sayin’”
“Look at her San.” Brittany pointed to Rachel. “She’s really sad. Does it matter what they’re singing? When Ms Corcoran walks out of here - she’s going to need someone to be there for her, and lucky for her she has three someone’s - Us.” The taller blonde clarified, as if there were some other friends of Rachel’s who follow her and her mother around in case something happens. “And you know what we’re gonna do? We’re gonna hug her, and just be there for her.”
“Yeah, Brit, I know.” Santana said leaning back in her chair.
They watched as the song continued, and Quinn wondered how Rachel must be feeling right now. They hadn’t spoken much over the last two days - not without Rachel’s Dads around anyway - and it made her think of Baby Lily. What if things had happened differently and she still planned on giving her up to Crazy Terri Schuester? Would she even get a chance to know her? If not, would her daughter find her years later?
But that was too many ‘What if’s’. She’d already had the conversation with the whole Berry family earlier in the week about staying with them after Baby was born. Even though Rachel had already told her that David and Lucas wanted her there, she still cried when they confirmed it over a nice cup of cocoa with marshmallows.
When the song was done - Shelby walked away, leaving Rachel alone on the stage. She looked so small and dejected. “I swear to God Tubbers, I think this one is on you, and you’d better get down there now.”
Quinn nodded, and pushed herself out of the chair. She could feel her heart beating, and wasn’t sure why. “Hey.” She said softly as she neared her friend.
The singer blinked away some tears and smiled at her, and the blonde was relieved to see it was one of her - ‘I’m really happy to see you’ smiles. “Hey back.” Rachel took a seat on the edge of the stage and Quinn stood in front of her; putting her hands on the smaller girls knees.
“Did you see all of that?” The Diva asked as she wiped at her eyes.
“You had an audience.” She pointed behind her with her thumb.
“Hey Rach!” Brittany called out. “We’ll be here if you need lots of hugs!”
“Thanks!” The singer shouted back and then laughed.
“I’m not going to ask if you’re alright Rach, because that would be stupid. But, I am going to ask you if you need a tissue.”
Rachel laughed again and bent down; resting her arms on Quinn’s shoulders. “Yes, I think I would.” She said, and rested her head on top of the blondes. “But in a minute. Right now I think I need some comfort.”
“I can do that.” The blonde leaned in closer, and wrapped her arms around the other girls’ waist.
“I’m sorry we haven’t talked in a while.”
“I understand.”
“I just… I wasn’t sure how to talk about this with you. You were going to give Lily up, and - I don’t know. Part of me is afraid that you still will. That you’ll realize that my Dads and me are crazy, and you wouldn’t want your daughter near us.”
“What? No! Never.” Quinn leaned back so she could look the singer in the eye. “You may all be crazy, but there’s enough love in your home- my home - to fill a galaxy!”
“That an exaggeration.” Rachel said with a smile and tapped her on the arm.
“Nope. My parents never showed me or my sister any affection; everything was superficial for them. Santana only really has Izzy; her dad only speaks to them when he feels like it. And Brittany’s parents don’t really understand her; they just let her get on with it. They aren’t mean or anything, they’re just there. You have two parents who love you; who care about the things you do, and are interested in the person that you are. Why wouldn’t I want my daughter to grow up in that kind of house?”
“When you say it like that…” Rachel pulled Quinn’s back in towards her, and she placed her hands on the blonde’s neck. “I suppose I’m very lucky.”
“You are. You’re friends with me!”
The singer snorted and drummed her fingers against the pregnant girls’ skin. “You know, I could say the same thing - but I’m far too modest.”
Quinn would’ve laughed at this, but they were close again, and she found herself a bit lost in brown eyes.
“Quinn?”
“What?” She asked, looking around.
“You were just… You were staring.”
“I’m so sorry. I was thinking about - sandwiches.”
“Oh?” Rachel giggled. “Any particular kind?”
“Not really.” She shrugged helplessly. She was embarrassed about being caught out. “Just general food really.”
“Okay. Maybe we should go home then?”
“Yes.” Quinn stepped back, holding out both of her hands, and Rachel clasped them before she jumped down from the stage, and then they made their way up towards their friends.
“You’re not going to need that hug are you?” Santana asked as they approached.
“No, you’re off the hook this time.” Rachel grinned.
“Thank Christ.”
“You and Miss - Your sister are still coming over tonight?”
“Are you kidding me?” The taller brunette scoffed. “She’s been looking forward to it since your Dad’s asked on Monday.”
“Oh good!” She smiled. “I sort of need the distraction.”
“And I am more than happy to help you with that if free food is involved.”
“You’d do it anyway.” Brittany told Santana.
“Stop telling people things like that B, it’ll ruin my image.”
“Santana Lopez is a big softie!” Quinn laughed, and didn’t stop when she was given the evil eye.
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Friday Night
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Quinn let out a contented hum as she sunk down into the chair and closed her eyes. She was full of food, and it was nice to be back on Divine with Rachel, it had only been two days, but it felt like longer.
There had been one up-side to her Rachel drought though; she’d managed to read another fifty pages of the book she’d been trying to get through for the last three weeks, and there was only another seventy pages to go!
But that didn’t mean she wanted it to happen again. Fifty pages was all well and good, but it didn’t trump having Rachel’s being near her.
David, Lucas and Izzy were in the kitchen drinking wine, and that left the four girls to laze about in the den, and for a change - instead of watching a film - Rachel had managed to persuade her friends to open their horizons to different types of music, but Quinn was pretty sure that as soon as the first song came on, Santana and Brittany - who were cozied up on the sofa - had stopped listening to the monks chanting, and were more interested in each other.
“Quinn?”
“Hmm?” The blonde turned her head; keeping her eyes closed. She and Rachel had the chair reclined and they were in their usual position of the singer snuggled up into her side with her arm resting over Baby. She was too sleepy to worry about where hands were - or where they weren’t. She was just glad that she had Rachel’s warmth on her again.
“Thank you for letting me and my Dad’s have some time to talk earlier; about Shelby.” The Diva said, and rubbed the swollen belly of the blonde.
“That’s alright. They seem fine, so it went well?”
“As well as can be expected.” Quinn felt what she guessed was a shrug from the other girl. “They were mostly annoyed that I had you lie for me. They were worried because they thought you were avoiding them, but they didn’t want to pry.”
“I should probably apologize for that.”
“I’m sorry for asking you to do it.”
“I’d do anything for you.” The blonde snapped her eyes open as soon as she said the words, and panic began to set in.
Rachel lifted herself up on one arm and Quinn dared to look. “Anything?” The singer smiled.
“Within reason.” The pregnant girl relaxed.
“What if I asked you to get me a piece of that carrot cake Santana’s sister made?”
“You really can’t say her name, can you?”
“It feels so odd!” Rachel whined.
“Okay!” Quinn chuckled. “Do you really want another piece of the cake? Because I’ll get it.”
“Yes, but I’ll get it myself.”
“No, I wanted to get some chocolate milk anyway. Might as well get you some more dessert while I’m there.”
“Well, if you want a drink I’ll get it.”
“No!” Santana said. “Let the lardy get it herself.”
“It’s fine Rachel.” Quinn reassured. “I could do with stretching my legs anyway.”
“If you’re sure.” The little Diva frowned.
After some help up from Rachel, Quinn walked towards the door; making sure she avoided whatever Santana and Brittany were doing on the couch and headed towards the kitchen. She stopped in the hallway when she heard Izzy talking.
“- I swear to God, it’s like they actually have to fail a psyche exam, to become one. I just don’t get why anyone would want to be a taxi driver! And Joe was the only sane one I met.”
The blonde suddenly remembered the cabbie that Izzy dated about two years ago. He seemed really nice from what she could recall, and they were together for a while. She never wondered why they broke up until right this second.
“Were you two together for long?” She heard Lucas ask.
“Thirteen months. The guy has been shot once; in the arm. Stabbed in the leg. Beaten up - But he couldn’t handle the fact that Ana was part of my package, y’know?”
Quinn tensed up when she heard this, and moved closer to the wall.
“He was jealous?” David asked.
“I don’t know. I know that my sister can be a hellion child. But you know what? I don’t care! I brought her up the best way I could; I brought her up to not take any shit from anyone, and that it’s actually okay to have an opinion - even if other people don’t like it. She knows that no matter what - me and our home is somewhere she will always be safe, and she will always, always come first. If some guy doesn’t like that I have a younger sister to take care of - he can bugger off.”
Quinn figured this was probably the best time to walk in, because if she took any longer someone might come looking for her.
“Hello there Kiddo, everything alright?” David smiled.
“Rachel has a hankering for some of that cake, and I felt like some chocolate milk.”
“She liked the cake?” Izzy lit up.
The blonde nodded. “Yes, she does.”
“I am so glad.” Izzy picked up the bottle of wine from the table, and topped off her glass. “I’ve never made vegan stuff until last weekend. It’s not half bad to eat.” She said and took a sip of her drink. “But not regularly.”
Both of Rachel’s Dad’s chuckled at that, and Quinn cut a slice of the cake. “No, I can imagine. I don’t think either you, or Santana could go more than a day without eating meat.”
“That’s because meat is tasty.”
“So true.” Quinn smiled, and went to the fridge to fetch the whole carton of milk. “I’m going to leave you boozy adults to it.”
“Thanks Kiddo!”
Rachel was sitting upright and throwing a Sbuck ball to Brittany when she walked back into the den. Damn it! They still hadn’t had their meeting.
“Is she very drunk?” Santana asked, and the shorter blonde shook her head. “I’m sure that change by the time we go home.”
“They just finished one bottle, and there’s another one left.”
“Urgh.” Santana groaned, but with a smile. “She’ll gets all huggy when she’s drunk on wine, and tells me she loves me.”
“Well she does.” Quinn told her friend, and thought about what she had said to Rachel earlier about Santana only having her sister to care about her. But after what she had just overheard, ‘only’ was the wrong word - it implied that it wasn’t enough, and that wasn’t the case. Izzy was everything Santana needed, and she suspected that her friend knew this. “You love it Lopez, so shut your mouth.”
“Yeah.” The taller brunette grinned.
“May I have my cake?”
Quinn turned to look at Rachel, and was amused to see her sitting so primly in the chair that was so large; the singer’s feet didn’t touch the floor. “Sure.” She handed over the plate, and sat down next to her.
“Thanks.” Rachel bit her lip and then quickly kissed her on the cheek before picking up the slice of cake, and taking a bite.
Baby Lily kicked, and Brittany gave her a thumbs up.
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Saturday
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In the two weeks she’d been living at the Berry’s, Quinn had slept in her own bed for only half of that time. She liked waking up to Rachel more than she felt she should, but she wasn’t going to let her conscious get the better of her. She woke up to the two very familiar sounds. She opened her eyes and watched Rachel do her morning work-out routine, while singing along to ‘Macho Man’. There were definitely advantages to sleeping in the Diva’s bed.
“Good morning.” Rachel said breathlessly as she hopped off the machine.
“Morning.” Quinn squeaked and then coughed.
“Good sleep?”
The blonde nodded. There was a thin layer of sweat over every inch of skin she could see. Sweat should not be this sexy.
“Good.” The singer smiled, and it always amazed Quinn that Rachel always seemed happy that she was doing well. “I need a shower, I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Okay. Have fun!” Have fun? What the hell?
“I will try.”
When Rachel walked out of the room, Quinn stared up at the ceiling and her focus went to the dent that they’d made with the phone. The other girl had left her work-out playlist on, and the blonde was content to leave it playing. She was too busy thinking about Rachel, and how the singer’s body moved when she exercised; how certain muscles tensed and how her face became even more determined than usual. She could literally watch the singer for hours. Charlie must have a field day whenever it happens.
She stretched out and closed her eyes; hoping she could take her mind off Rachel’s body and pretty face. It didn’t really work, and after a while she shook her head and mumbled ‘Damn hormones’
“Why are you damning your hormones?”
She opened her eyes and looked up at the singer. “You know.” She shrugged.
“Not really.” Rachel laughed. “Hungry?”
“You have to ask?” She snorted.
“That’s a relief, because I brought you up some breakfast.”
Quinn sat up and saw the plate in the other girls’ hand. “Is that a croissant with tuna and apple sauce?”
“Yes.” The brunette curled her lip.
“How did you know that’s what I wanted?” The pregnant girl asked; genuinely impressed.
“I’ve been feeding you for quite a while; I’ve picked up on your cravings - As disgusting as they are.” The singer put the plate down on the side table and hopped on the bed.
“I and Lily thank you.” Quinn said, and took a huge bite of her food.
It didn’t take her long to wolf it down, and when she had finished, she had to brush her teeth. Normally she waited until she was sure wasn’t going to gag before brushing, but Rachel kept pulling faces. When she got back into the room and lay back down on the bed - Rachel cozied up to her.
“Tell me a story.” The singer said.
Quinn looked at her with a raised brow. “A story? What kind of story?”
“One with a happy ending. And some princesses.”
“Really?” She asked incredulously.
“Yes.” She felt the smaller girl nod once.
“Okay then. Uh, Once upon a time, there was a princess, she lived a happy life. The end.”
“That was incredibly short. I demand more detail in this princess’s life.”
“You demand, do you?” Quinn smiled.
“I do! Yes. What did this princess look like? Did she get married? Did she have an evil step-mother?”
“Fine. More detail you shall have. Once upon a time there was a beautiful young Princess named-” Quinn looked around the room for some help, then out of the window. “- Rain, who lived in a grand palace with her kind father; the King, and his trusted companion-”
“Rain? What kind of a name is Rain?”
“If you’re going to interrupt, I’m not telling it.”
“Okay. I’m sorry.” The singer chuckled.
“Right. Now, although she was happy, she was also quite lonely. When she was a child she had tried to befriend some of the villagers, but they would run away from her-”
“This is getting sad already.”
“It’s a ‘Once Upon a Time’ story. It’s got to have sad bits to make the happy ending, all the more happier! Do you want me to tell you a story or not?”
“Yes I do. I’ll try and be quiet.”
Quinn smiled. ‘Try’ was probably as good as it was going to get with, Rachel. “One day, when Princess Rain was sixteen, there was to be a gathering of the Kings and Queens from all across the lands.”
“Does it really have to be Rain?”
“Were you like this when you were a kid? Constantly interrupting? What about I shorten it to Ray?”
“Ray is a man’s name.”
“Ray-chel. Rachel!”
“Princess Rachel? I very much like the sound of that.”
“I bet.”
“You may proceed with your story now.”
“You are pushing your luck, little lady.” The blonde said, and entwined her fingers with the smaller girls’ “Anyway… All of the Kings and Queens were to join King Lucas-”
“You’re just not even going to make names up now, are you?”
“I figured there’d be no point.”
“Probably not.”
“- and his trusted companion, David, in the palace. When the day came that all the royalty arrived, Princess Rachel saw a handsome Prince, and fell madly in love with him, but he was betrothed to a beautiful Princess named Quinn.”
“Oh, really? A beautiful princess?”
“Yup. And Princess Quinn was with child. But little did Prince Finn know that his betrothed had actually had a dalliance with his Knight, Sir Puckalot-”
Rachel laughed, and held on tightly to the pregnant girl in an effort to control herself.
“Rach, if you carry on squeezing me, I’m going to need to go to the bathroom soon.”
The singer released her, but continued to laugh. “Just give me a minute.”
“You know, I think I’m just going to give up on this story. You keep interrupting.”
“No! Don’t stop!”
“One more interruption. That’s it. One more, and I’m definitely stopping. Okay?”
“Okay.” The other girl said as she took in deep breaths.
“- And the child was actually the Knight’s. Now Princess Rachel was an intelligent, and occasionally observant young lady, who noticed that there was something between the beautiful blonde Princess and the Knight, and one day, while the beautiful Princess Quinn was out taking a stroll her ladies-in-waiting, Santana and Brittany -”
“Santana is not going to be happy if she ever finds out she was made a lady-in-waiting, and not a princess; or a knight.”
“And how will she find out, pray tell?”
“Not from me.” Rachel laughed.
“Where was I? That’s right. - So Princess Quinn and her ladies-in-waiting were out for a walk, while Sir Puckalot accompanied at a respectful distance behind them.”
“Ha! Puck would never do that.”
“Maybe. But Sir Puckalot would, so shush. Anyway, As the ladies were walking and talking about the up-coming wedding, Princess Quinn slipped and fell, and Sir Puckalot rushed to her aid. Now - to the casual observer - what the knight did was a very chivalrous thing to do, but to Princess Rachel - who had witnessed the incident - It seemed suspicious, and she came to the conclusion that the baby was actually the Knight’s.”
“Wait. Was Princess Rachel just following them like a creep?”
“Yes.” Quinn nodded. “Hey, don’t sulk, I not telling the story; the story is just using me as a conduit.”
“Yeah, yeah.” The singer sighed. “What happened then?”
“Well, just before the Landsmeet, the Princess took Prince Finn aside and told him of her suspicions about the parentage of the baby.” Quinn sensed that Rachel wanted to say something, but the little Diva managed to stay quiet. “However, she hadn’t anticipated the repercussions of her plan, when the meet between the royal families almost came to war.”
“Jeepers.”
“Yeah.” Quinn pulled Rachel closer.
“How was the potential war thwarted?”
“Well-”
“Ladies!” Santana barged into the room and looked pointedly at the two girls. “Y’all realize it’s Saturday, and therefore mall day? Yes?”
“Okay, I’m done.” The pregnant girl lifted her arms in exasperation.
“No, that’s not fair, it wasn’t me that interrupted!”
“What did I just walk in on?” The taller brunette gave them a smile.
“Quinn was telling me a story, now she won’t finish it. Because of you!” Rachel sulked.
“Yeah?” The taller brunette chuckled, and she turned her attention to the blonde. “She seems upset about that. Why don’t you just tell her the end or something?”
The blonde gave Santana a devilish smile. “Princess Rachel and Princess Quinn work out their issues and ended up bringing the baby up together.”
“Wow. Well.” The Latina managed, with a great deal of amusement. “Did they get married?”
“Don’t be stupid.” The blonde shook her head.
Rachel sat up fully and frowned at Quinn. “Why not?”
She hesitated and gave the taller brunette a helpless look, who gave her an encouraging tilt of the head. “Because same sex marriage wasn’t permitted in the land?” She answered slowly, and faced the singer with a wary smile.
“That doesn’t sound right.” The Diva said disapprovingly. “You should change that.”
“Um. Okay. The Kings and Queens all came together and changed the law of the lands, and from that day forward all consenting adults were free to wed whom ever they choose. So Princess Rachel, and Princess Quinn married in the spring, surrounded by everyone they loved, and that didn’t include Prince Finn, because he’s a douche.”
“Better.” The Diva beamed. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready for the mall.” She said as she got off the bed. “I’m sorry we forgot Santana.” And she bounded over to her wardrobe, picked out some clothes and walked out of the room towards the bathroom.
When Rachel was out of sight, the blonde shot out of bed and grabbed hold of Santana’s top. “I’m so confused!” She whispered.
“What’s there to be confused about Tubbers? You married yourself off to Rach in some weird fairytale story you made up, and she was okay with that.” Santana gave her a wide grin. “Quinn and Rachel sitting in a tree- But not too high because the dwarf is afraid of heights, and you’re the size of a cow- K.I.S.S.I.N.G.”
“Santana, I’m being serious! I swear she’s flirting with me, and has been for the last week, but it’s entirely possibly I’m making it up in my head!”
The brunette extracted the blonde’s hands from her t-shirt, and tried to brush the creases out. “She just told you to change the laws of a made up place so the two of you can marry, for fuck sake! Seriously Fabray! I don’t know if that was flirting exactly, but I’m sure as hell that it was something, you know, gay.” Santana scowled at the blonde, and seeing the terrified expression on her friends face, she relaxed and rubbed at her face.
Quinn waited for Santana to say something else, because it certainly felt like she was going to say something else. But nothing seemed forthcoming. “What do you think I should do?”
“Talk to her.” She shrugged helplessly. “I can’t keep giving you the same advice over and over.”
“Why not?” The blonde asked petulantly.
“Because you never listen.” The brunette sighed.
“Maybe I should start listening.” She sighed.
“You think?” Santana asked sarcastically. “Something’s gotta give soon, Fabray. But until then, get changed out of your old woman nightgown.”
“It’s maternity, not old.” She narrowed her eyes at her friend as she made her way to her own room to get her clothes and a towel, and wait for Rachel to come out of the bathroom.
Santana was right. Things were changing; she could feel it. She just wasn’t sure if it was going to change for the better. But so far, it was looking that way.