my dirty little secret - part six
Title: My Dirty Little Secret
Author: kalexico
Pairing, Character(s): Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 4283
Summary: Quinn and Santana have some quality time. Santana makes a few calls.
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part one, part two, part three, part four, part five
When I open the door to the apartment and drop the heavy shopping bags on the floor, I see my wife standing in front of the window. I don't know if I'm surprised, aroused or preparing myself for the lecture I'm about to get for carrying heavy bags. It's only noon and I didn't know that she would be home this early.
Santana turns around and smirks at me. Oh god. She saunters towards me, that predatory look in her eyes all too familiar. She's wearing her tiny black shorts. Really, really tiny. Barely there. She's also wearing the Born This Way shirt saying 'Lebanese'. It doesn't surprise me that it still fits her after all these years. She wears her knee-high heels comfortably. Her hair is falling down her shoulders. She busts some moves on the way over, dorky as she is, and still manages to look so fucking hot that I doubt I'll be able to refrain myself from turning into a puddle. How the fuck is this woman mine and how the fuck is the entire world not absolutely in love with her?
She presses her body against mine and immediately goes for my earlobe, taking it between her teeth and sucking on it. My body is on fucking fire as I feel her breasts against me and I smell her, still that same smell from high school, I feel her everywhere. I whimper and she leans back.
"Hi."
"H-hi." My mouth is dry. Some other place, however, is very wet. The mere thought of that outfit brings out my inner lesbian primate.
"Couch."
"Okay."
"You're by the way lucky I left the office early to have some mind-blowing sex with you or I'd be telling you off for carrying those heavy bags. But right now, I really am too wet to bother about that."
Holy fuck. This woman.
I let myself fall back on the couch and she immediately straddles my lap, planting her hands next to my head and pushing herself closer until our stomachs touch. She takes my hands and brings them to her bottom. I bite my lip - this is exactly why I love those shorts. I slide my hands over her buttocks and squeeze them softly.
She brings her hands to her own waist and drags them up, over her breasts, touching herself. When she brings her hands to her neck and leans backwards running a hand through her long hair, I can't control myself. I want to rip her shirt off, but I settle for one hand cupping her breast.
I drag her head down, kissing her on the lips roughly. Soon, I feel her hot, wet tongue exploring the rough of my mouth, then her perfect lips wrapping themselves around my tongue, sucking vigorously. I moan in her mouth, my hands tugging at the hem of her shirt.
She raises her arms and I pull the shirt up, biting her bottom lip lightly before letting go momentarily so I can take it off.
"Oh fuck," I groan when I notice that she's wearing her black, strapless bra. My hands find their way to her shoulder blades and I press her body closer, keeping the pressure as I slide my hands down to her bottom. She grinds her hips into mine as she finds the soft spot in my neck. I throw my head back in pleasure and she attacks my skin. She deftly unbuttons my shirt and hastily pushes it off my shoulders. I stretch my back to push my body forwards and she gets rid of shirt, taking my bra off next and with a content sigh, she starts rolling around a nipple between her fingers, tweaking it lightly.
I take her bra off and throw it behind me. I take in the sight in front of me. Her hair is over one shoulder, her flawless tan skin seems to glow. Her chest is heaving, her perky breasts ready to be touched, her probably painfully erect nipples begging for me to have my way with them. My gaze wanders lower, over her taut stomach with that perfect outline of her abs. I press my fingers to them and her muscles react. The sight is just so damn sexy. Then my eyes find her killer legs, her thighs beckoning. My eyes seem to try to burn through the shorts.
"Are you real?" I ask hoarsely. I look back up at her face and see her dilated pupils. She grabs my wrist and brings it to her sex. I take in a sharp breath at the wetness seeping through.
"I woke up this morning wanting to fuck you. I have spent all morning in the office thinking about the millions of different ways I wanted to drape you over my desk, chair, couch, coffee table and fuck you, the millions of different ways I wanted to fuck you against every fucking surface in that room. I am so fucking hot and bothered that I need to come and I need to come fast, so stop the teasing and the staring and make me forget my name. Then it's all about you. I am very intent on fucking you to the point where you can't feel your legs anymore."
I nearly come at those words, spoken in that raspy, deep sex voice of hers. Her voice is always sex, but once she's horny it becomes so sensual that it should be illegal.
I latch my lips to her nipple and waste no time, immediately biting down on it. She squeels, but immediately reacts by pushing her upper body into my mouth. I graze my nails over her other nipple, down to her stomach where I spread my fingers and press my palm down on her belly button.
"Fuck, Q," she pants. She lifts her hips to bring my hand closer. I need those shorts to come off and nearly cry when I have to stop my ministrations for a few seconds. When she sits back down, I notice the thong. I recognise it - it was expensive but frankly, if she really was that keen on it, she should've known better than to wear it around a horny pregnant woman. The ripping sound overpowers our heavy breathing and moans.
I slide two fingers inside her folds and her wetness amazes me. I don't think she's ever been this wet this soon before. I pull at her lips and she cries out, moving her pelvis against my hand. The palm of my hand is pressed against the area of her clit and she gyrates her hips to increase pressure. I push my fingers down until the tips graze the very bottom of her sex, moving my hand up. I then bring my hand up to taste her.
"No, Q, I need... OH!" The sound comes from deep within her chest. I have just taken her hips and forcefully pulled her upwards all the way to my face. Never underestimate the physical strength of a woman intent on tasting her lover, especially when she's pregnant. That and the fact that Santana is incredibly light.
I bring her to my mouth and give her sex an open-mouthed kiss, my lower teeth scraping the bottom of her clit.
"Quinnnnnn," she pants, steadying herself by planting her hands on the headrest of the couch. She then buckles her hips downwards as I suck, bite, kiss and lick her swollen flesh.
"Oh yes yes yes yes yes," she breathes. We create a steady rhythm that increases rapidly. My tongue finds her entrance and I plunge it inside, licking her walls until I find that spot. My nose causes friction for her clit. I lick languidly at first, but soon start pumping the muscle in and out of her.
"Oh Quinnnnnn, fuck fuck fuck, yes, right, oh, holy, Quinn, sweet baby Jesus right there!" she cries out as she comes hard.
I give her a moment to breathe and then pull her body down until our faces meet in a sloppy kiss, the lower half of my face still covered in juices. She cleans it up. I toy with her nipple and she presses her perfect body into mine.
"You're still wearing your heels," I grin. She slaps my arm playfully before twisting her body until she can rest her head in the nape of my neck.
"Kurt sent an e-mail regarding the Glee club reunion," I tell my wife, my hands cupping her ass and still squeezing it softly. It feels so damn good.
Santana rolls her eyes. "I don't care for it. Why would I want to see them again?"
"Because they were the only ones that put up with your shit and still supported you when we came out to the entire school."
"You're acting like they're our best friends. They pulled some wanky shit on us."
"That's high school for you, Santana," I shrug. I take the laptop, open it and go in search of the e-mail. I force the Latina to read it.
From: Kurt Hummel
To: Artie Abrams; Rachel Puckerman Berry; Tina Cohen-Chang; Mike Chang; Mercedes Jones Evans; Sam Evans; Quinn Fabray-Lopez; Santana Fabray-Lopez; Brittany Pierce; William Schuester; Finn Zizes; Lauren Zizes
Subject: Glee club reunion!
New Directions members,
I hope you all remember me! It's taken me some time to find all of your current e-mailaddresses, but I naturally succeeded. Recently, I ran into Quinn and Santana and we all agreed on how marvellous it would be to have a New Directions reunion!
It's been a little over ten years since New Directions was founded by Mr Schuester. We have all spread across the country and developed varying careers, so it should be interesting to hear how everyone is doing. I made a Doodle (click the word to open), so if you could all fill out when you are available, that would be wonderful.
Some of us are in New York and I suggest we hold our reunion here because our former Cheerios captain, Quinn Fabray-Lopez, is pregnant and won't be allowed to fly! Congratulations on the twins, Quinn and Santana!
I hope to hear from all of you - of course you can all bring your significant other.
Kurt Hummel
"I guess now we have to go," Santana groans. "How did we get dragged into this thing?"
"Oh come on, Tana," I smirk. "You know you want to show off. You know you want to brag how you managed to get me pregnant with twins from the first try, even though technically that's got nothing to do with you."
Santana grins. "I insist it has. I managed to make you so horny the seed worked extra well."
I sigh, but can't suppress a smile. "Anyway, just imagine the jealous looks you'll get when you tell them how much we're still in love, both combining it with a succesful career. Imagine their reaction when you tell them about the amazing presents you've given me. Imagine their awe when we show them the rings we got each other for our "marriage". Imagine Berry's face when you rub it in that you didn't end up on a pole, but she did end up on Broadway, still only a minor success."
I hate doing this, but I know it's convincing Santana. Her grin becomes larger with every perk I add and eventually, she caves in. "Fine, I'll go, but only for you."
She leans down to kiss my lips. Our lips merge and I still can't get over how perfect hers are. She takes a moment and leans back, her eyes searching mine. Those deep eyes seem to be taking the sight in eagerly, hungrily. She cups my jaw and her thumb tenderly strokes my cheek.
"Oh my god," I say when I notice the stray trickle of tears welling up from her eyes. "Is Santana Fabray-Lopez crying?" I have only seen her cry three times; when I confessed my love for her and explained why I loved her, at our wedding night and when I told her I was pregnant.
"Oh shut up," she sniffles. "It's just... I can't believe it, Quinn. I was always such a bitch - what did I do to deserve you? Just... look at you. You're lying there, being so ridiculously beautiful and so inhumanly perfect and I just can't. My brain just can't. I can't comprehend how it is that I'm having babies with you, that I'm actually married to you and I get to kiss you every day and I get to make love to you and take care of you and protect you. I can't comprehend how utterly meaningless my life would be without you, how empty I would be. I would be such a mess if you were gone. Holy fuck, Q, I need you in every sense of the word, in every possible nuance of meaning I need you and I love you. I love you so much that I find it frustrating that I can't give you the world, especially knowing that if I could and did give you the world, it would still be so much less than you deserve. You are my air, Quinn.
There's no world for me without you in it, and I'm scared." She rests her hand on my belly. "I'm scared because of these two guys. I mean, what am I going to do when you're gone? There was no doubt about it before - if something were to happen to you, I'd never forgive myself and I'd follow you wherever you went. I didn't vow to be true to you 'til death do us part, because I didn't believe it would. I believed that if you died, I would instantly follow you. But now, with these guys... I have to stay. I can't leave Ezra and James behind. I can't wait to be their mother and at the same time I'm scared.
I'm also scared of how fast everything is going. Right now, you're pregnant and fucking gorgeous and everything is perfect and I'm scared it'll fall apart and shatter because all good things end, but this... I can't have it end. Before we know it, Ezra and James will hit puberty and you'll have to stop me from going to the party they sneaked out of the house to go to, just to drag them back home by their ears and unload on them the Santana Lopez temper.
They will know to get you involved when I'm angry because you're the only one who can soften me down a bit. They'll probably learn Spanish from me telling them off in a rage. They'll be so fucking perfect, Q. Our babies will be boys who will be men and I'm so proud of them already. It's all so much to wrap my head around. Here I am, one minute fantasizing about the taste of Quinn Fabray, next minute being the mother of her children. I'm so scared some fucktard will notice that I never deserved you or our babies and will take you away from me."
I am honestly surprised. This is one of those rare moments when Santana opens her soul, puts her heart on the table and allows me to read it. I don't even know what to say, so I snake my hand to her neck and pull her head down to rest on my chest, right above my heart.
"You don't have to be scared, Santana. You saved me in a lot of ways. You have been my rock for my entire life. You have been the only one to really get me and support me. You helped me and held me during my gay panic when I was afraid that God would punish me.
You didn't freak out, but you comforted me and rationalised with me until I could reconcile my faith with my sexual orientation. I have always seen the real you, Tana. You're not a bitch. You're a human being who has been hurt and has put up walls, but never to me. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to leave you.
We're going to grow old together and no matter what happens, we'll always stick together. You can't do anything to make me leave and there's no way I would ever let you go."
She lets out a sigh that tickles my skin and looks up to me. I can see the pure love and adoration in her eyes. I tangle my hand in her hair and lean down to kiss her again. She meets me in the middle.
Santana POV
After our emotional moment earlier, I have been doing a lot of thinking. I've come to a conclusion that there are people that I want to be in Ezra's and James' life that are nowhere near it right now.
The first one is Brittany. Quinn has always been my best friend, but that doesn't mean that Brittany meant less to me. My friendship with Brittany was different. She was my first love and she broke my heart, but she has helped me through so much. She never failed to be there for me and she always accepted me. She encouraged me when I was scared. I didn't tell Quinn everything back then because her faith scared me at times or led me to belief there were things about me that she wouldn't accept. Fact is, Brittany is still very dear to me and I regret not having kept contact.
It's just so easy to lose touch when you're on different coasts. What I realised, however, is that I want Brittany to be part of these guys' lives. I want them to know her as their auntie Britt, the quirky one they can always go to if their moms are being unreasonable.
So I decide to call her. I tell Quinn about it and she understands. It takes me a bit of research to find her number - I could e-mail her with the address from Kurt's mail, but I don't have the patience.
I tap the keys nervously, missing a few times. I think to myself how ridiculous this is. Brittany used to be one of my best friends. We used to share everything. Finally, I hear the phone ringing.
After a while, I hear a click. You have reached Brittany S. Pierce. I'm not here right now, but you can leave me a message. You know the drill.
My heart sinks a little. She sounds so... different. She sounds more grown up, but still very much like Brittany. I decide not to leave a message, preferring to speak with her in person.
I let my finger slide to the next number on the crumpled piece of paper. I am less nervous tapping this one. I start pacing the room as the phone rings. After three rings, I hear a click and a familiar voice.
"This is Frances Myers, how can I help you?"
"Hi, this is Frannie Fabray, right?" I ask, just to be sure. I know Frannie's actual name is Frances, but I don't know who she's married to.
"Yes..." the woman says hesitantly. "I'm sorry, who is this?"
"It's Santana Fabray-Lopez."
A sigh sounds loud and clear. "Look, Santana, I don't think this is a good idea."
"She's pregnant," I blurt out before Frannie can say anything else. I knew how this would go and have decided on this approach. "Quinn's pregnant. I know you don't agree with her choices, but the truth is, you're all the family she has left. You know your father - he would sooner die than be reminded of his daughter. She doesn't say it, but I know Quinn misses her mother and wishes she was here to witness the birth and life of her two sons. I'm not asking you to do this for me, Frannie. It's for Quinn. I want Quinn to have some family around and I want my boys to have an aunt. It would mean so much to Quinn if you even just visited her. I know what you think of the situation, but Quinn is still your baby sister. Had these babies been made with a husband or a boyfriend, you'd be here in a heartbeat. What does my sex change about your love for your sister? I make her happy, Frannie. Quinn is happy with me, but I know she's still raw over how things went down with your mother. She's still not really over the fact that your mom died before she could accept Quinn. If you would show your support, it would be like your mom did so too. We all know Judy just had to wrap her head around things and she would've come around, but she never got the chance to. So, Quinn's pregnant with our babies and I really want you to be a part of Ezra's and James' life, but if you don't want to be, at least just visit Quinn."
Silence.
"Frannie? Are you there?"
Another sigh. "Yes, I'm still here, Santana. I just... I don't know. This goes against everything I believe in. You know that."
"Do you think Quinn's not religious anymore because she's with me? Do you think she stopped believing in god when she fell in love with me? I'm not devout as you are, but I know your religion is about love. It's about love and kindness, not about rejection. Quinn went through the exact same struggle, she was so afraid, but she made it through and her faith is stronger than ever. Imagine how much harder it must have been on her. Whatever happens, you can't change the fact that she's your sister. At least give her a chance to explain to you how she reconciles this, how she makes it work, and then maybe you can try to make it work for you as well and be an auntie for our children."
"Where are you now?"
"New York City."
"I have to be there for business for a week next month. Leave me the address and I'll visit her."
"Thank you, Frannie. It'll mean a lot to Quinn."
Frannie's voice sounds a bit shaky when she answers: "You're right, she's still my sister and she's the only family I have. Daddy still pretends I'm not married to David, just because he's black." She lets out a humourless giggle. "How ironic that I am married to a black man and that Quinn is married to a hispanic woman. I bet it's the last thing daddy expected when raising us."
I don't really know what to say to that. "She misses you, Frannie. I know the two of you had your differences growing up and you've spent quite some time hating each other, but in the end she loves you."
"I love her too. Listen, I have to go now. Thank you for calling me. What's the address?"
I tell her and repeat it twice, just to make sure she's got it down. I'm calmer now in calling Brittany. This time, she picks up after the second ring.
"Brittany Pierce," she says simply, to the point as always.
"Hey Brit, it's Santana," I reply casually.
"Oh! Wow! Santana... wow. Sorry, it's just, it's been such a long time. How are you doing? I read Kurt's e-mail - congratulations on the babies. I'm sure they'll kick ass!"
"Thanks," I grin. "I know it's been too long. It's fucked up how long it's been. I mean, what happened to us to get this far apart? Anyway, what I wanted to ask you... I know we're supposed to meet at the reunion, but I was wondering if you could maybe come over sooner? There is so much catching up to do. I've been thinking a lot lately and I really miss you. Quinn was my best friend, she still is, but it's different of course. You know me best after her and I miss you."
"I miss you too, Santana. You're the best friend I've ever had. Uhm... I guess I could come over near the end of the month. The studio closes for a few days to do some renovations anyway and Ashley will be all over that, so I have some time to myself."
"Great. I'll be honest with you, Brit, I want you to be in our Ezra's and James' life. I want them to know my awesome friend. You gotta teach them to dance!"
"I'd love that!" I can hear the tears in her voice. "Fuck, San... who would've thought? I mean, who the fuck would've thought that you and Quinn would be having babies? And the first ones of the Glee club at that! Mike and Tina have been together for ages and they haven't started a family yet. It's so fucking unreal."
"Since when do you swear this much?" I ask teasingly. "You'll have to town it down around my guys."
"I guess it comes with living in L.A. And somehow I cannot imagine you toning your language down around them."
"I'll just curse in Spanish."
"I hold my heart for their Spanish teacher, then."
We easily fall back into chit-chat. It feels so amazingly good to talk to her again. When I notice the hour, I tell Brittany that I have to go because I want to make dinner for Quinn as a surprise. Brittany laughs at the idea of such a domestic Santana Lopez - I correct her, it's Santana Fabray-Lopez - and then I leave the address.
I walk to the kitchen with a spring in my step. Today has been nothing short of perfect.
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Author: kalexico
Pairing, Character(s): Quinn Fabray/Santana Lopez
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 4283
Summary: Quinn and Santana have some quality time. Santana makes a few calls.
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part one, part two, part three, part four, part five
When I open the door to the apartment and drop the heavy shopping bags on the floor, I see my wife standing in front of the window. I don't know if I'm surprised, aroused or preparing myself for the lecture I'm about to get for carrying heavy bags. It's only noon and I didn't know that she would be home this early.
Santana turns around and smirks at me. Oh god. She saunters towards me, that predatory look in her eyes all too familiar. She's wearing her tiny black shorts. Really, really tiny. Barely there. She's also wearing the Born This Way shirt saying 'Lebanese'. It doesn't surprise me that it still fits her after all these years. She wears her knee-high heels comfortably. Her hair is falling down her shoulders. She busts some moves on the way over, dorky as she is, and still manages to look so fucking hot that I doubt I'll be able to refrain myself from turning into a puddle. How the fuck is this woman mine and how the fuck is the entire world not absolutely in love with her?
She presses her body against mine and immediately goes for my earlobe, taking it between her teeth and sucking on it. My body is on fucking fire as I feel her breasts against me and I smell her, still that same smell from high school, I feel her everywhere. I whimper and she leans back.
"Hi."
"H-hi." My mouth is dry. Some other place, however, is very wet. The mere thought of that outfit brings out my inner lesbian primate.
"Couch."
"Okay."
"You're by the way lucky I left the office early to have some mind-blowing sex with you or I'd be telling you off for carrying those heavy bags. But right now, I really am too wet to bother about that."
Holy fuck. This woman.
I let myself fall back on the couch and she immediately straddles my lap, planting her hands next to my head and pushing herself closer until our stomachs touch. She takes my hands and brings them to her bottom. I bite my lip - this is exactly why I love those shorts. I slide my hands over her buttocks and squeeze them softly.
She brings her hands to her own waist and drags them up, over her breasts, touching herself. When she brings her hands to her neck and leans backwards running a hand through her long hair, I can't control myself. I want to rip her shirt off, but I settle for one hand cupping her breast.
I drag her head down, kissing her on the lips roughly. Soon, I feel her hot, wet tongue exploring the rough of my mouth, then her perfect lips wrapping themselves around my tongue, sucking vigorously. I moan in her mouth, my hands tugging at the hem of her shirt.
She raises her arms and I pull the shirt up, biting her bottom lip lightly before letting go momentarily so I can take it off.
"Oh fuck," I groan when I notice that she's wearing her black, strapless bra. My hands find their way to her shoulder blades and I press her body closer, keeping the pressure as I slide my hands down to her bottom. She grinds her hips into mine as she finds the soft spot in my neck. I throw my head back in pleasure and she attacks my skin. She deftly unbuttons my shirt and hastily pushes it off my shoulders. I stretch my back to push my body forwards and she gets rid of shirt, taking my bra off next and with a content sigh, she starts rolling around a nipple between her fingers, tweaking it lightly.
I take her bra off and throw it behind me. I take in the sight in front of me. Her hair is over one shoulder, her flawless tan skin seems to glow. Her chest is heaving, her perky breasts ready to be touched, her probably painfully erect nipples begging for me to have my way with them. My gaze wanders lower, over her taut stomach with that perfect outline of her abs. I press my fingers to them and her muscles react. The sight is just so damn sexy. Then my eyes find her killer legs, her thighs beckoning. My eyes seem to try to burn through the shorts.
"Are you real?" I ask hoarsely. I look back up at her face and see her dilated pupils. She grabs my wrist and brings it to her sex. I take in a sharp breath at the wetness seeping through.
"I woke up this morning wanting to fuck you. I have spent all morning in the office thinking about the millions of different ways I wanted to drape you over my desk, chair, couch, coffee table and fuck you, the millions of different ways I wanted to fuck you against every fucking surface in that room. I am so fucking hot and bothered that I need to come and I need to come fast, so stop the teasing and the staring and make me forget my name. Then it's all about you. I am very intent on fucking you to the point where you can't feel your legs anymore."
I nearly come at those words, spoken in that raspy, deep sex voice of hers. Her voice is always sex, but once she's horny it becomes so sensual that it should be illegal.
I latch my lips to her nipple and waste no time, immediately biting down on it. She squeels, but immediately reacts by pushing her upper body into my mouth. I graze my nails over her other nipple, down to her stomach where I spread my fingers and press my palm down on her belly button.
"Fuck, Q," she pants. She lifts her hips to bring my hand closer. I need those shorts to come off and nearly cry when I have to stop my ministrations for a few seconds. When she sits back down, I notice the thong. I recognise it - it was expensive but frankly, if she really was that keen on it, she should've known better than to wear it around a horny pregnant woman. The ripping sound overpowers our heavy breathing and moans.
I slide two fingers inside her folds and her wetness amazes me. I don't think she's ever been this wet this soon before. I pull at her lips and she cries out, moving her pelvis against my hand. The palm of my hand is pressed against the area of her clit and she gyrates her hips to increase pressure. I push my fingers down until the tips graze the very bottom of her sex, moving my hand up. I then bring my hand up to taste her.
"No, Q, I need... OH!" The sound comes from deep within her chest. I have just taken her hips and forcefully pulled her upwards all the way to my face. Never underestimate the physical strength of a woman intent on tasting her lover, especially when she's pregnant. That and the fact that Santana is incredibly light.
I bring her to my mouth and give her sex an open-mouthed kiss, my lower teeth scraping the bottom of her clit.
"Quinnnnnn," she pants, steadying herself by planting her hands on the headrest of the couch. She then buckles her hips downwards as I suck, bite, kiss and lick her swollen flesh.
"Oh yes yes yes yes yes," she breathes. We create a steady rhythm that increases rapidly. My tongue finds her entrance and I plunge it inside, licking her walls until I find that spot. My nose causes friction for her clit. I lick languidly at first, but soon start pumping the muscle in and out of her.
"Oh Quinnnnnn, fuck fuck fuck, yes, right, oh, holy, Quinn, sweet baby Jesus right there!" she cries out as she comes hard.
I give her a moment to breathe and then pull her body down until our faces meet in a sloppy kiss, the lower half of my face still covered in juices. She cleans it up. I toy with her nipple and she presses her perfect body into mine.
"You're still wearing your heels," I grin. She slaps my arm playfully before twisting her body until she can rest her head in the nape of my neck.
"Kurt sent an e-mail regarding the Glee club reunion," I tell my wife, my hands cupping her ass and still squeezing it softly. It feels so damn good.
Santana rolls her eyes. "I don't care for it. Why would I want to see them again?"
"Because they were the only ones that put up with your shit and still supported you when we came out to the entire school."
"You're acting like they're our best friends. They pulled some wanky shit on us."
"That's high school for you, Santana," I shrug. I take the laptop, open it and go in search of the e-mail. I force the Latina to read it.
From: Kurt Hummel
To: Artie Abrams; Rachel Puckerman Berry; Tina Cohen-Chang; Mike Chang; Mercedes Jones Evans; Sam Evans; Quinn Fabray-Lopez; Santana Fabray-Lopez; Brittany Pierce; William Schuester; Finn Zizes; Lauren Zizes
Subject: Glee club reunion!
New Directions members,
I hope you all remember me! It's taken me some time to find all of your current e-mailaddresses, but I naturally succeeded. Recently, I ran into Quinn and Santana and we all agreed on how marvellous it would be to have a New Directions reunion!
It's been a little over ten years since New Directions was founded by Mr Schuester. We have all spread across the country and developed varying careers, so it should be interesting to hear how everyone is doing. I made a Doodle (click the word to open), so if you could all fill out when you are available, that would be wonderful.
Some of us are in New York and I suggest we hold our reunion here because our former Cheerios captain, Quinn Fabray-Lopez, is pregnant and won't be allowed to fly! Congratulations on the twins, Quinn and Santana!
I hope to hear from all of you - of course you can all bring your significant other.
Kurt Hummel
"I guess now we have to go," Santana groans. "How did we get dragged into this thing?"
"Oh come on, Tana," I smirk. "You know you want to show off. You know you want to brag how you managed to get me pregnant with twins from the first try, even though technically that's got nothing to do with you."
Santana grins. "I insist it has. I managed to make you so horny the seed worked extra well."
I sigh, but can't suppress a smile. "Anyway, just imagine the jealous looks you'll get when you tell them how much we're still in love, both combining it with a succesful career. Imagine their reaction when you tell them about the amazing presents you've given me. Imagine their awe when we show them the rings we got each other for our "marriage". Imagine Berry's face when you rub it in that you didn't end up on a pole, but she did end up on Broadway, still only a minor success."
I hate doing this, but I know it's convincing Santana. Her grin becomes larger with every perk I add and eventually, she caves in. "Fine, I'll go, but only for you."
She leans down to kiss my lips. Our lips merge and I still can't get over how perfect hers are. She takes a moment and leans back, her eyes searching mine. Those deep eyes seem to be taking the sight in eagerly, hungrily. She cups my jaw and her thumb tenderly strokes my cheek.
"Oh my god," I say when I notice the stray trickle of tears welling up from her eyes. "Is Santana Fabray-Lopez crying?" I have only seen her cry three times; when I confessed my love for her and explained why I loved her, at our wedding night and when I told her I was pregnant.
"Oh shut up," she sniffles. "It's just... I can't believe it, Quinn. I was always such a bitch - what did I do to deserve you? Just... look at you. You're lying there, being so ridiculously beautiful and so inhumanly perfect and I just can't. My brain just can't. I can't comprehend how it is that I'm having babies with you, that I'm actually married to you and I get to kiss you every day and I get to make love to you and take care of you and protect you. I can't comprehend how utterly meaningless my life would be without you, how empty I would be. I would be such a mess if you were gone. Holy fuck, Q, I need you in every sense of the word, in every possible nuance of meaning I need you and I love you. I love you so much that I find it frustrating that I can't give you the world, especially knowing that if I could and did give you the world, it would still be so much less than you deserve. You are my air, Quinn.
There's no world for me without you in it, and I'm scared." She rests her hand on my belly. "I'm scared because of these two guys. I mean, what am I going to do when you're gone? There was no doubt about it before - if something were to happen to you, I'd never forgive myself and I'd follow you wherever you went. I didn't vow to be true to you 'til death do us part, because I didn't believe it would. I believed that if you died, I would instantly follow you. But now, with these guys... I have to stay. I can't leave Ezra and James behind. I can't wait to be their mother and at the same time I'm scared.
I'm also scared of how fast everything is going. Right now, you're pregnant and fucking gorgeous and everything is perfect and I'm scared it'll fall apart and shatter because all good things end, but this... I can't have it end. Before we know it, Ezra and James will hit puberty and you'll have to stop me from going to the party they sneaked out of the house to go to, just to drag them back home by their ears and unload on them the Santana Lopez temper.
They will know to get you involved when I'm angry because you're the only one who can soften me down a bit. They'll probably learn Spanish from me telling them off in a rage. They'll be so fucking perfect, Q. Our babies will be boys who will be men and I'm so proud of them already. It's all so much to wrap my head around. Here I am, one minute fantasizing about the taste of Quinn Fabray, next minute being the mother of her children. I'm so scared some fucktard will notice that I never deserved you or our babies and will take you away from me."
I am honestly surprised. This is one of those rare moments when Santana opens her soul, puts her heart on the table and allows me to read it. I don't even know what to say, so I snake my hand to her neck and pull her head down to rest on my chest, right above my heart.
"You don't have to be scared, Santana. You saved me in a lot of ways. You have been my rock for my entire life. You have been the only one to really get me and support me. You helped me and held me during my gay panic when I was afraid that God would punish me.
You didn't freak out, but you comforted me and rationalised with me until I could reconcile my faith with my sexual orientation. I have always seen the real you, Tana. You're not a bitch. You're a human being who has been hurt and has put up walls, but never to me. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going to leave you.
We're going to grow old together and no matter what happens, we'll always stick together. You can't do anything to make me leave and there's no way I would ever let you go."
She lets out a sigh that tickles my skin and looks up to me. I can see the pure love and adoration in her eyes. I tangle my hand in her hair and lean down to kiss her again. She meets me in the middle.
Santana POV
After our emotional moment earlier, I have been doing a lot of thinking. I've come to a conclusion that there are people that I want to be in Ezra's and James' life that are nowhere near it right now.
The first one is Brittany. Quinn has always been my best friend, but that doesn't mean that Brittany meant less to me. My friendship with Brittany was different. She was my first love and she broke my heart, but she has helped me through so much. She never failed to be there for me and she always accepted me. She encouraged me when I was scared. I didn't tell Quinn everything back then because her faith scared me at times or led me to belief there were things about me that she wouldn't accept. Fact is, Brittany is still very dear to me and I regret not having kept contact.
It's just so easy to lose touch when you're on different coasts. What I realised, however, is that I want Brittany to be part of these guys' lives. I want them to know her as their auntie Britt, the quirky one they can always go to if their moms are being unreasonable.
So I decide to call her. I tell Quinn about it and she understands. It takes me a bit of research to find her number - I could e-mail her with the address from Kurt's mail, but I don't have the patience.
I tap the keys nervously, missing a few times. I think to myself how ridiculous this is. Brittany used to be one of my best friends. We used to share everything. Finally, I hear the phone ringing.
After a while, I hear a click. You have reached Brittany S. Pierce. I'm not here right now, but you can leave me a message. You know the drill.
My heart sinks a little. She sounds so... different. She sounds more grown up, but still very much like Brittany. I decide not to leave a message, preferring to speak with her in person.
I let my finger slide to the next number on the crumpled piece of paper. I am less nervous tapping this one. I start pacing the room as the phone rings. After three rings, I hear a click and a familiar voice.
"This is Frances Myers, how can I help you?"
"Hi, this is Frannie Fabray, right?" I ask, just to be sure. I know Frannie's actual name is Frances, but I don't know who she's married to.
"Yes..." the woman says hesitantly. "I'm sorry, who is this?"
"It's Santana Fabray-Lopez."
A sigh sounds loud and clear. "Look, Santana, I don't think this is a good idea."
"She's pregnant," I blurt out before Frannie can say anything else. I knew how this would go and have decided on this approach. "Quinn's pregnant. I know you don't agree with her choices, but the truth is, you're all the family she has left. You know your father - he would sooner die than be reminded of his daughter. She doesn't say it, but I know Quinn misses her mother and wishes she was here to witness the birth and life of her two sons. I'm not asking you to do this for me, Frannie. It's for Quinn. I want Quinn to have some family around and I want my boys to have an aunt. It would mean so much to Quinn if you even just visited her. I know what you think of the situation, but Quinn is still your baby sister. Had these babies been made with a husband or a boyfriend, you'd be here in a heartbeat. What does my sex change about your love for your sister? I make her happy, Frannie. Quinn is happy with me, but I know she's still raw over how things went down with your mother. She's still not really over the fact that your mom died before she could accept Quinn. If you would show your support, it would be like your mom did so too. We all know Judy just had to wrap her head around things and she would've come around, but she never got the chance to. So, Quinn's pregnant with our babies and I really want you to be a part of Ezra's and James' life, but if you don't want to be, at least just visit Quinn."
Silence.
"Frannie? Are you there?"
Another sigh. "Yes, I'm still here, Santana. I just... I don't know. This goes against everything I believe in. You know that."
"Do you think Quinn's not religious anymore because she's with me? Do you think she stopped believing in god when she fell in love with me? I'm not devout as you are, but I know your religion is about love. It's about love and kindness, not about rejection. Quinn went through the exact same struggle, she was so afraid, but she made it through and her faith is stronger than ever. Imagine how much harder it must have been on her. Whatever happens, you can't change the fact that she's your sister. At least give her a chance to explain to you how she reconciles this, how she makes it work, and then maybe you can try to make it work for you as well and be an auntie for our children."
"Where are you now?"
"New York City."
"I have to be there for business for a week next month. Leave me the address and I'll visit her."
"Thank you, Frannie. It'll mean a lot to Quinn."
Frannie's voice sounds a bit shaky when she answers: "You're right, she's still my sister and she's the only family I have. Daddy still pretends I'm not married to David, just because he's black." She lets out a humourless giggle. "How ironic that I am married to a black man and that Quinn is married to a hispanic woman. I bet it's the last thing daddy expected when raising us."
I don't really know what to say to that. "She misses you, Frannie. I know the two of you had your differences growing up and you've spent quite some time hating each other, but in the end she loves you."
"I love her too. Listen, I have to go now. Thank you for calling me. What's the address?"
I tell her and repeat it twice, just to make sure she's got it down. I'm calmer now in calling Brittany. This time, she picks up after the second ring.
"Brittany Pierce," she says simply, to the point as always.
"Hey Brit, it's Santana," I reply casually.
"Oh! Wow! Santana... wow. Sorry, it's just, it's been such a long time. How are you doing? I read Kurt's e-mail - congratulations on the babies. I'm sure they'll kick ass!"
"Thanks," I grin. "I know it's been too long. It's fucked up how long it's been. I mean, what happened to us to get this far apart? Anyway, what I wanted to ask you... I know we're supposed to meet at the reunion, but I was wondering if you could maybe come over sooner? There is so much catching up to do. I've been thinking a lot lately and I really miss you. Quinn was my best friend, she still is, but it's different of course. You know me best after her and I miss you."
"I miss you too, Santana. You're the best friend I've ever had. Uhm... I guess I could come over near the end of the month. The studio closes for a few days to do some renovations anyway and Ashley will be all over that, so I have some time to myself."
"Great. I'll be honest with you, Brit, I want you to be in our Ezra's and James' life. I want them to know my awesome friend. You gotta teach them to dance!"
"I'd love that!" I can hear the tears in her voice. "Fuck, San... who would've thought? I mean, who the fuck would've thought that you and Quinn would be having babies? And the first ones of the Glee club at that! Mike and Tina have been together for ages and they haven't started a family yet. It's so fucking unreal."
"Since when do you swear this much?" I ask teasingly. "You'll have to town it down around my guys."
"I guess it comes with living in L.A. And somehow I cannot imagine you toning your language down around them."
"I'll just curse in Spanish."
"I hold my heart for their Spanish teacher, then."
We easily fall back into chit-chat. It feels so amazingly good to talk to her again. When I notice the hour, I tell Brittany that I have to go because I want to make dinner for Quinn as a surprise. Brittany laughs at the idea of such a domestic Santana Lopez - I correct her, it's Santana Fabray-Lopez - and then I leave the address.
I walk to the kitchen with a spring in my step. Today has been nothing short of perfect.
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