Trusting You to Catch Me - Chapter Twenty-Two
Title: Trusting You to Catch Me
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: NC-17
Length: 129,103
Spoilers: Everything up to On My Way and then deviating from there with minor Big Brother references.
Pairing: Santana/Quinn, Brittany/Santana/Quinn/Rachel friendship, mentions of Brittany/Santana, some Finn/Rachel (not positive)
Summary: Following her accident, Quinn experiences the gamut of emotion: denial to acceptance to healing and everything in between. But through it all are her friends patiently helping her with caring and friendship and maybe more.
Warnings (highlight to read): eating disorders, severe accident recovery, graphic sex, verbal abuse, minor violence, family issues, cheating, body image issues
Chapter 22
It'd been a week since they'd found themselves at the Thompson residence. Santana and Quinn had found temporary work at White Electric Coffee while Rachel managed to charm her way into a summer position at Round Again Records - much to Daniella's surprise. The two former cheerleaders had just gotten off their shift and flopped into bed in Quinn's room in the basement two bedroom apartment her and Rachel were sharing for the next month and a half until school started up again as Rachel headed out the door to her job.
"Remind me again why we're doing this?" Quinn muttered into the pillow, her arm curled around Santana's abdomen.
"Because anywhere is better than Lima?" She sighed and moved around so she could gently massage Quinn's back. "You hurting?"
"Just a little sore." She turned her head to smile at Santana. "Getting up so early to deal with crabby people is not my favorite thing in the world. I'm glad you're there with me."
Santana smiled and continued to massage her. "I'm glad that I'm there too. I'm even happier they let you sit sometimes." She looked over at the clock and smirked. "We have some time before Daniella comes home from work and we need to go pick up Alejandra from camp."
"Oh?" she smirked, folding her arms under her head and closing her eyes to enjoy the massage. "Are you suggesting we do something while we're home all alone?"
"I'm just saying that I'm happy to be here with you... just you." She smiled and leaned down and kissed the back of Quinn's head. "Take off your shirt so I can use lotion?"
"Sure." She grunted softly as she got to her knees and carefully pulled her work shirt up and off over her body before tossing it aside. Looking at Santana with a tiny smirk, she reached back and undid her pale pink bra before sliding it off and tossing it to join her shirt. Letting her girlfriend get an eyeful for a moment, she stretched back out on her stomach and smirked up at her. "How's that?"
"Amazing as always." Santana smiled as she reached over and grabbed the lotion off the nightstand and slid back on the bed. She put some of the lotion on her hands before sliding them up and down Quinn's back.
Quinn groaned softly. "God, that feels amazing, baby. Your hands are magic."
"You know you don't have to work," Santana said as she put pressure in the places that Quinn's physical therapist had showed her. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"Yes I do." She moaned as Santana managed to hit a particularly stiff spot. "I need to make sure I have enough money for the train to come visit you." She turned her head to smile up at Santana. "I don't want you spending all your time driving back and forth and I kinda like the idea of meeting you at the station. It's like something out of a romance novel don't you think?"
Santana giggled. "Sounds fun... we should go shopping soon to get school stuff for you and Rachel." She said as she pressed a kiss to a scar along Quinn's spine.
"And you," she reminded her with a little shiver at the kiss. "Maybe we can send Rach home with the loot and have a dinner out just the two of us after?"
"That sounds nice," she said. "I feel bad leaving her out when she has to come back here with Daniella and my sister."
Quinn rolled her eyes. "Whatever, they've practically adopted her. I'm sure she'll be fine and understand that I need a date with my girl now and then."
"She and Alle can play Barbies again... She likes doing that a little bit too much," she joked. "Daniella seems to love her," she added, mildly annoyed sounding at the fact Rachel was spending more time with her mother than she was it felt like.
"Well, she is kind of like a little kid herself." She snickered softly into her folded arms. "And have you listened to her talking you up to your mom? If you were my kid, I'd love her too."
"She's... She's my biological mother, she's not my mom, Q." Santana said sternly.
"Whatever. Shelby's Rachel's biological mother but if she gave half a damn, I bet Rachel would call her mom," she pointed out. "At least Dani gives a damn about you, San."
"It's only been a couple weeks." She sighed. "You know that I can't like... trust people," she whispered, and kept rubbing her girlfriend's back before moving down to run her hands up and down the girl's legs under her kahki shorts.
"I know you can't, baby," Quinn sighed. "Just... try to relax a little? She's not so bad and she is trying."
"I'm trying... It's just hard... For a really long time, I felt like she just abandoned me," Santana said softly. "She just left me and I had to be with my dad and his wife... I hated her, Q... I know my dad was keeping her away, but I still hated for letting me go."
"I know." She nodded. "How are you doing in your room up there? You going to be able to pull that off? I mean, I like you having people who care about you around, but I know you like your space..."
"Almost every night I end up down here with you... or you up there with me." She raised an eyebrow. "It's seriously like a shrine to a dead kid, Q. There's baby pictures of me.. it's weird."
"So redecorate." She snorted. "God knows Allie and Rach would probably kill to go shopping for stuff like that with you."
"Maybe... we can take the shrimp to the store with us when we go shopping?" she asked, "I like having her around."
"Yeah." She nodded, rolling over to smirk up at Santana with an arm lightly draped over her chest. "We can do that. Maybe take the midget twins to a park to burn off some of that crazy energy too. How'd you get two crazy sisters anyway?"
"God only knows." She laughed, continuing to rub Quinn's legs as she watched the girl. "But, I have you too."
"You definitely have me," she agreed, watching Santana with a little smile. "Maybe one of these days I can rub you down too?"
"That sounds sexy." She smiled and leaned over and kissed Quinn's belly button. "You are the best thing that every happened to me, you know that. Right?"
"No way," she laughed shaking her head. "Want to help me stretch since you're already playing with my legs? Then maybe we can look at the class catalog for Brown together?"
"Sure," she said as she scooted back. "If you want."
"I'm going to hate doing this alone," she admitted, moving so she was flat on her back and carefully lifting her legs up. "You sure you'll be able to come to my therapy sessions though?"
"Yes," she said as she supported the girls leg. "I'll be there, I promise."
She smiled up at Santana. "What'd I do to get you?" she whispered.
"Evidently get hit by a freaking truck." Santana raised an eyebrow.
"Saying I wouldn't have had a chance without it?" she asked, raising a challenging brow in response.
"Nah, baby... we would have, I promise you that." She smiled as she stretched the girls legs. "I just had to realize that you wanted me first."
"And that Brittany didn't like you wanted her to," Quinn murmured, groaning softly as they worked on her limit. "If she'd loved you like you loved her, I wouldn't have got the chance."
"Maybe," she took a breath, "Maybe I didn't really love her like that... I don't think that I knew what love was."
"I think you loved her enough to stay if she'd let you," she murmured, smiling softly at her. "Your loyalty is something I've always loved and admired about you after all."
"I think there's a difference between how I felt for her," she said softly, "and how I feel about you. I think I know the difference between the feelings now." She looked down at her hands, trying to get her point across without saying what she meant because she wasn't ready yet."
Quinn reached out to cover her hand. "Like I do?" she whispered softly, looking at her intently.
Santana looked up at her and nodded slowly. "Yeah... I think so," she said as she tangled their fingers together. "Is that okay with you?"
"It is if it's okay with you." She smiled shyly, squeezing her fingers gently. "I think maybe I... Kinda," she blushed, biting her lip, "you know..."
"We're really bad at this," she said as she leaned forward and crawled into Quinn's arms. "Why are we so damaged that we can't say how we feel?"
"I'm voting for gun shy." Quinn smiled sheepishly, holding her close. "I," she took a breath and let it out slowly, "I think I love you, Santana."
Santana looked up and watched Quinn's face for a few moments. "I don't understand why you love me," she whispered softly. "But, I think I love you too."
"I don't know why," she shrugged, "there's way too much to sort to try and figure it out. I just," she smiled wistfully and leaned in to kiss her softly, "do."
"Say it again?" she asked softly, as she wrapped her arm around the girl's chest.
"I love you," she whispered, the words slipping past lips that brushed against Santana's with each breath. "I'm in love with you."
Santana beamed and leaned up to kiss her deeply, she held her close until she pulled away and pressed kisses over her lover's face. "I love you too."
"You need to tell me that more," Quinn whispered, her eyes searching Santana's face with an almost giddy smile. "Like every day more. I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it."
She pushed Quinn down on the bed and cuddled up on her chest. "I will always love you, Quinn," she whispered.
"Promise?" she murmured, brushing a kiss against the top of her head.
"Oh my gosh, you two, you will never believe what I found!" The high pitched squeal of an excited Rachel Berry was the only warning they got before they found themselves with a laughingly excited girl hugging them both. "It's even signed! This is so amazing!"
Santana looked up and made sure she had Quinn's body parts covered as she looked at her friend, "Um... Hi?" she asked. "Welcome home?"
Rachel promptly grabbed her cheeks and kissed her with a big smile. "It was signed by her, Santana! Do you understand how completely mind-blowingly major this is?!"
"Why are you kissing my woman?" Quinn asked curiously, raising her eyebrow to the girl.
"What are you talking about, Rachel?" Santana asked, sitting up and straddling Quinn's waist so she could see Rachel better.
"Sorry," Rachel mumbled, quickly kissing Quinn too. "Better?" She then turned her attention back to Santana. "It's a signed copy of I Can Get It For You Wholesale and she signed it!"
Santana pulled Quinn's pillow over the blonde's bare chest and looked to the other girl. "What are you even talking about?"
"Do you not know anything?" she gasped, shaking her head. "Barbra, Santana! The Barbra!"
"I'm sorry I don't worship the almighty deity of big nosed girls everywhere," she joked. "Why are you freaking? It's most likely a fake."
"I know her signature, Santana," Rachel huffed. "It's signed by the whole cast besides. No one would go to that much trouble."
"Nerds like you would!" Quinn stated as she ran her hands up to Santana's thighs. "Also, can we go back to why the hell you're kissing up on us? Plus, I really don't have a shirt on right now..."
"It seemed like a good idea," she shrugged, "and I've seen you in less, so what's the big deal?"
"You still would have bust in here if I had my hand...?" She raised her eyebrow and slid her hand closer to Santana's waistband.
"Woah! Q, where ya going?" Santana asked as she caught her lover's hand before it dipped into her pants.
Rachel blushed but, never one to back down from a challenge, didn't retreat. "Perhaps. My news was simply of that great an import."
"Oh, so I could have been having crazy wild lesbian sex and you still could have come in and told us about Barbra? Would have jumped into bed with us?"
Her blush darkened, but she nodded firmly. "The news was simply that important. And it's not like I would have stripped and demanded to join in."
"You sure about that?" Santana raised her eyebrow. "What if I was like tongue deep inside her and she in me at the same time? You'd just... tell us about Barbra?"
"P-perhaps I wouldn't look but of," she swallowed, glancing away, "of course I would."
"I don't believe that you would just watch," Santana teased. "We know you like a set of boobs."
"I... I wouldn't do that," she stammered, getting flustered.
Quinn laughed and pulled Santana down into a kiss. "We're gonna break her if we keep teasing."
"I'm aware," Santana smirked and rested her head on Quinn's shoulder. "We'll stop, Rach."
"Do you promise?" she asked uncertainly, not looking at them.
"Yes," Santana said as she just cuddled into her lover. "We'll stop teasing you, despite the fact it's hilarious."
"For you, not for me," Rachel muttered, twisting her fingers together.
"Sorry, Rach." Quinn said. "You wanna come and tell us about your record? Bring me the shirt on the floor though?"
"That's okay," she muttered, reaching down to pick up the shirt and tossing it to her. "Maybe another time. It was probably fake anyway like Santana said."
"I was being an ass, come here," Santana said as she rolled off of Quinn as the blonde tugged on her shirt. "Come show me."
"It's alright," she shrugged. "I shouldn't have burst in like I did. I apologize, Santana. And to you too of course, Quinn. I'll try to be more circumspect in the future."
Santana leaned over and grabbed Rachel around the waist and pull her onto the bed. "I'm forcing cuddling on you!" she exclaimed as she wrapped herself around her friend.
"Santana!" Rachel half-shrieked, half-squeaked as she was pulled onto the bed. "It is in no way appropriate to behave in such a fashion! Quinn, you don't honestly intend on allowing this do you?"
"I don't control her," Quinn laughed, "She wants what she wants. She's mildly spoiled."
"My Rachel," Santana stated as she hugged her friend. "You don't get to leave now. You're stuck."
"Apparently," Rachel huffed. "How is this mature behavior, Santana?"
"Have you met her?" Quinn stated as she looked at them. "She's, like, not mature at all."
Santana looked over and stuck her tongue out, "Take it back, don't love you no more."
"Bullshit." She laughed.
"Wait," Rachel looked between the two of them in mild shock, "you love each other? Like really? Capital L and all that?"
"Uh.. Yeah?" Santana stated as she looked over at Quinn, "I don't really know that you white people call it... but yeah."
Quinn just rolled her eyes, "Don't play your Lima Heights card, Berry just used odd terms. Yeah, I love her," she said as she looked at Rachel, "That okay?" she asked, suddenly nervous that Rachel wasn't okay with them progressing their relationship. "I mean I know it's fast..."
The girl was quiet for a long moment before looking up at them with an odd mixture of worry and sadness. "Where do I fit?" she finally asked softly.
"You're family," Santana said softly. "Right? You're still my family?"
She nodded jerkily. "I know it's terribly selfish, but I can't lose either of you," she whispered. "You're... you're all I have out here and I try my best to be brave and chase my dreams but I'm really, really scared sometimes..." she bit her lip to try and control her feelings.
"I'm scared too, Rachel," Quinn admitted. "I'm so scared to leave you and San... I know that it's gonna be really hard for all of us, but like... we're close. Not this close, like we are right now. But, we'll be only about an hour and a half away and have phones when it gets too much."
"I'm scared you'll forget me," Rachel whispered, sounding smaller than they were used to. "I'm scared you'll drop me off in New York and then I'll never see you again and I'll be alone... You have each other, you'll see each other... I'm just an out of the way trip..."
"I promise you won't be," Santana whispered, kissing the top of her head. "I promise you. You're my sister okay? Mi Familia."
"I've never had anyone but my dads," she admitted softly. "I don't even know what that means, Santana..."
"Look, none of us really had much of a family," Quinn pointed out. "But, we will be our own. Get by together, okay?"
"I guess so," she sighed. "Can I go now? I think I want to take a nap for a little while before Alejandra returns home."
"You don't wanna stay with us?" Santana asked softly.
"I don't want to be in the way," she smiled almost sadly. "I know you say I'm not but... even I know there are times for lovers and times for family. And right now I feel terribly raw. I don't ever want to be responsible for messing up how you two feel about each other. Not even a little, Santana..."
"You couldn't," Quinn pointed out. "Just close your eyes okay? Cuddle with Santana and me until we go pick up the child."
"I'll never have what you two do," she whispered, letting her emotional and physical exhaustion pull her down into slumber in Santana's arms.
Santana snuggled into Rachel's back, she ran her fingers through the girl's hair and sighed. "I don't want us to hurt her."
"What can we do, San? We're all scared like she is," Quinn whispered, watching them both sadly. She looked up at Santana. "I don't want to give you up just because she's lonely."
"We should find her a man," Santana joked as she leaned over and kissed her girlfriend. "I'm gonna lay here for a bit then go get my sister... Will you stay with her?"
"Something tells me she wouldn't appreciate that," Quinn deadpanned. "But yeah, I can stay with her since I'm assuming you'll bring the cuddle bug back down here?"
"Yes, ma'am." She smiled as she held Rachel for a few minutes before getting up. "Be back soon." She whispered as she slipped out of the apartment and up through the house to get her keys.
"What are we going to do with you?" Quinn asked Rachel's sleeping form softly as she pulled her into her arms.
Santana had gone to pick up her sister and brought the tuckered out little girl down to Quinn and Rachel, who were both napping by time she back back. "Lay down with them okay? I'm gonna start dinner, I'll be down soon," she whispered as she put her half asleep little sister on the bed next to Rachel. She kissed all three of them on the forehead before slipping back upstairs and into the kitchen to start cooking for her friends and mother and sister.
"Smells good," Daniella smiled as she set her keys down on the counter and came in. "Where is everyone?"
"sleeping," she said as she stirred the vegan tortilla soup she was making. "Quinn is in pain from work And Rachel is emotional and the energizer bunny is recharging with a nap."
"Is something wrong with Rachel?" she asked, moving to get a bottle of juice from the fridge. "She seemed fine earlier."
"She's not loving being around a couple right now," Santana replied. "She was engaged and had a bad break up and think Q and I'll will leave her."
"Oh." Daniella leaned against the counter and sipped her juice for a moment before licking her lips and taking a deep breath. "Are you and Quinn and her..." she trailed off, gesturing vaguely with her bottle, an awkward expression on her face.
Santana looked up and tried to follow the thought. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "Fuck no! That's way too freaky for me!" Santana stated, "I can barely handle Q let alone two chicks! We're just friends."
Daniella let out a sigh of relief. "Oh good. I don't think I would have known what to do if you were polyamorous. Not that Rachel isn't a lovely girl," she hurried to reassure. "It just would have been a bit far from what I can understand all at once. You three do seem fairly close though."
"we are now." She shrugged.
"You are... now?" She sounded confused.
"I tortured her, so did Q for like three years." She shrugged as she added cilantro to her soup. "I mean, yeah we were horrible."
Daniella stared at her daughter in shock. "Why would you do something like that, Santana? She doesn't behave as if you did..."
"Cause we were told to? She was different? Her dads are gay and I didn't want to be?"
"Did your father teach you to be like that?" She winced, looking pained. "He changed more than I thought he would if he did. I'm so sorry I didn't fight harder to get you out of there..."
"Don't hate on my dad," she said softly. "He's a jerk, but he's still my dad... They hated that I'm not straight, and trust I tried so everyone thought I was a slut. I rather be a slut then a gay in Lima."
"I don't hate him, Santana." She shook her head. "I never did. I've been angry at him and hurt by him, but I've never hated him. He's just," she sighed, taking a drink from her bottle, "easily influenced by his mother and women like her I'm afraid."
"Yeah... Have you met my step mom?" Santana asked with a laugh. "Yeah, my childhood being unloved and them Abuela taking her support for me away was a bit of a crazy time.."
"Your father loves you, Santana," Daniella tried explaining. "He just very bad at showing it. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you. I know I messed up bad with you." She sighed softly, looking down at the floor.
"You did... but I didn't really remember you existed," She sighed. "Because he wouldn't talk about you... When I got older Cherie and mi Abuela bad mouthed you... so I never knew what to think."
"I'm not surprised. Your abuela never liked me." She shrugged with a lopsided smile. "I was too young, too out-spoken, too educated, too not like her..." She shook her head. "I never regretted being with your father, Santana. And I never, ever regretted having you. Even if I was not much older than you are now when you came along."
"She hates me now," Santana admitted. "She stopped talking to me when I admitted I was gay." She sighed and rubbed her eyes. "She raised me... it hurt being told that the only family you know doesn't love you."
"I'm sorry," she whispered, looking at her daughter sadly. "I tried to keep you away from her but Carlos... Your father just didn't know what to do with a child, let alone a beautiful little girl like you. I'm sorry you had to go through that."
"Why did you leave me?" she asked softly. "You should have kept me... you should have raised me."
"I tried," she whispered. "I fought for two years to get custody of you. But your father had more money, an established career, a safe home for you... I was just a penniless, homeless, college student in the face of that. You were my world, but the courts decided your father could provide for you better. It almost killed me to agree to stop fighting before I destituted my parents as well as myself... and with the things your abuela was saying about me..." She swallowed and shook her head. "I couldn't win no matter how much I needed to."
"I'm sorry they did that," She looked back to her soup and stirred it. "They suck... She shouldn't have done that, my father know better but he took care of me... he didn't love me enough but he provided. I'm fine. Not too damaged." She got the bowls down, not getting one for herself.
Daniella reached up and pulled down another bowl. "We're both damaged by what happened," she murmured, silently insisting on Santana eating with everyone else without thinking about it. "I kept fighting for you, if that means anything. Jack, Allie's dad, was helping. We came so close." She swallowed. "Then I got pregnant with Allie and he was deployed and there wasn't any money to fight."
"I understand," she said. "I do... She's a good kid."
"Wish you could have been here the whole time." She sighed, serving the soup into bowls and getting out tubs of salsa and sour cream to go with them. She smiled wanly at Santana, "I wish you could have met Jack."
"I'm sorry he's gone... It sucks for you and Alejandra," Santana said. She looked up and saw her little sister. Coming up the stairs with a messed up ponytail.
"Tana? Momma?" she asked as she looked at them. "I had a bad dream."
Daniella set her juice on the counter and kneeled to pull her youngest into a hug. "Did you, sweetie? Want to tell us about it?"
"You," She sniffled, "and Tana were gone... I had no one." She pouted, "No daddy... no mami or Tana."
"You have us," Daniella whispered, hugging her tight. "We're here. We won't leave you. Don't worry, baby."
Alejandra nodded against her mother's chest as Santana watched. She smiled sadly, knowing her sister was already having a much better childhood then she had. She picked the little girl up when she came over and launched herself at her older sister. "It's okay, squirt." Santana smiled as she kissed the girl's head. "It was just a bad dream."
"Need my Tana," Alejandra whispered, hugging Santana tight. "Don't go. Please?"
"I won't," Santana said softly as she held her. "I'm here with you and your mom, now."
"Good," she whimpered, cuddling close. "Can I come hug you after bad dreams like I can Mami?"
"You can come and hug me whenever you want." She smiled and sat her on the counter. "Do you wanna try the soup?"
She nodded with a little smile. "Please? Did you cook, Tana?"
"I'll go get the other girls, alright?" Daniella murmured, smiling as she left the room to give the sisters some time together.
"Thanks," she called over her shoulder to Daniella. "Yeah, while you were sleeping with Quinn and Rachel, I made tortilla soup. Do you want a sandwich too or do you just want soup?"
"Just soup," she smiled, kicking her feet against the cabinets below the counter. "You gonna eats with us, Tana? You don't eats much."
"I don't get very hungry," Santana stated as she got a spoon and gave the little girl a taste of the soup. "Do you like it?"
"Mmm, yes!" she clapped, smiling. "It's really yummy, Tana. Why don't you get hungry? I get hungry lots."
"That's because you're a growing little girl," she said, as she put a small bit of tomatoes in the soup then cilantro in a bowl for the table. "Do you want some milk for dinner?"
"Please? Can I have cheese and sour cream in my soup too, please?" she asked, reaching for Santana to help her down. "Will you share soup with me if you're not lots hungry?"
"I can't eat cheese, but I promise you I'll have my own," she said as she put the girl back o the ground. She went to the fridge and poured her some milk and handed her the cup. "Your mom already put the sour cream and cheese on the table."
"You can't eat cheese?" Alejandra looked horrified at the idea. "But cheese is yummy, Tana!"
"I know! But Rachel and I don't eat cheese... Quinn will eat cheese with you, okay?" She smiled and put the bowls on the table and put out water for everyone.
"I'm sad you can't have cheese, Tana," Alejandra frowned, clambering up on the bench. "Will you sit by me?"
"No need to be sad, it just hurts my stomach," Santana shrugged, she smiled when she saw Quinn and Rachel come up and slide onto the other bench. "Yeah, I'll sit next to you."
"Still sad." Alejandra shrugged. She leaned against Santana with a happy smile. "I'm so happy you and your friends came to stay with me and Mami, Tana."
Santana served the soup into the rest of the bowls. "We're very excited too." She smiled and helped Alejandra set up her soup.
"It's sad that we have to leave soon." Quinn sighed, sitting down and fixing her own bowl. "We have to go to school in other places."
The little girl pouted. "You still come visit right? And Tana's staying?"
"Of course." She smiled. "We'll have slumber parties with you when I come over okay?" Quinn smiled. "Rachel too."
"Really?" Alejandra asked, "Rachel will come and have sleep overs with me? With Tana and Quinn?"
"Absolutely!" Rachel reassured her. "Santana and Quinn are my best friends. How could I not want to spend time with the best little sister I've ever met?"
"Yay!" she exclaimed as she clapped.
"Alright, girls," Daniella smiled, "Eat the dinner Santana made before you get all excited."
Quinn laughed softly as Rachel beamed at Santana at the sight of a bowl of soup in front of her. "Thank you very much for cooking, Santana. I deeply appreciate it."
"It's the least I could do," Santana said as she put some cilantro on her half full bowl of soup. "I thought you might not be eating enough, so vegan food for all."
'"If you'd like," Rachel offered after eating a little, "we could exchange recipes while I'm away. It would give an excuse for regular communication and I enjoy finding new recipes to try."
"You weren't gonna communicate with me regularly?" She raised her eyebrow and took a sip of her water. "I'm hurt."
"Of course I was, don't be silly," Rachel scoffed, eating a bit more. "But this way there is a definitive purpose to the communication and I would be slightly less likely to ramble without a point."
"So like normal?" she teased and took a small bite of her soup when she saw Daniella watching her.
"Yes," Rachel allowed, rolling her eyes, much to Quinn and Alejandra's amusement.
Santana pushed her soup around and managed to eat almost half of what she served herself before being done. "After we clean up, can I go for a walk with Allie?" She asked her mother.
"Of course you can." Daniella chuckled. "You're her sister, Santana. You don't have to ask for permission to spend time with her. Just let me know when you're going to be gone for awhile do I don't panic."
"Thanks," she said as she slipped into the kitchen and started cleaning up. "Allie, when your done go get your jacket okay?" Alejandra nodded and continued eating.
When everyone was finished, and the dishes were done Quinn slipped back down to the apartment to read while Santana and Alejandra left for a short walk before coming back to the house. After a story from Rachel and Santana, the little brunette fell asleep and the two older girls headed off to read their own college entry materials and look over the lists they had made for the shopping trip the following day.