I Know You Want Me - Chapter Sixteen
Title: I Know You Want Me
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: Hard NC-17
Length: 82,097
Spoilers: This is AU. No Beth. No Lucy. Puck/Rachel lasted for a few months instead of a week and Jesse is a bigger ass than canon. Also Santana's promiscuity implied in the canon is not in effect for this fic for reasons that will be made evident.
Pairing: Rachel/Santana, Puck/Quinn
Summary: Rachel's longed after someone since the first day they met, but will a big secret bring them together or destroy them?
Warnings (highlight to read): Gender Identity Disorder, pregnancy, angst, topping, language, voyeurism, dub-con, non-con, anal, oral, vaginal, public, fisting, size-kink, and talk of self harm
Chapter 16
Santana plopped down beside Rachel. Graduation was finally over. They were done with high school, done with Lima, done with Ohio. Quinn and Puck had come over after the graduation party that was held by one of the football players that lived down the street to crash.
"Quinn woke me up this morning to hold her hair back as she puked," Santana mumbled as she hugged a pillow to her chest, "Bitch can not hold her liquor." She shook her head and looked over to the television screen that Rachel was fixated on. "Are you really watching Funny Girl? Again?"
Rachel nodded, rubbing her stomach absently, "It relaxes me. I've been feeling restless and I hoped it would let me calm down." She tore her eyes from TV to smile at her girlfriend, a wince tightening the skin around her eyes as a pang of pain ran through her. "I've been out here all night. How did you sleep?"
The darker girl looked at her for a second, "You sure you're okay? You said your back was hurting when I said goodnight last night..." She looked worried, "I mean despite the drunken snores from Puck on my floor and the fact Quinn smelled like a whorehouse and kicks in her sleep.... I slept okay."
"Yes, it just," she winced again, rubbing her stomach, "it just feels strange. Like a cramp. But then it stops and I'm ok for a while."
Santana froze. "It... stops then... starts?" She swallowed and quickly looked at the large protruding stomach on her girlfriend. "Um.... shit. how long till it hurts again?"
"I don't know," Rachel shrugged, her breathing getting easier, "fifteen or twenty minutes? It's just enough time to start relaxing and then it hurts again." She shifted in her seat, uncomfortable, "You don't think it's the baby, do you?"
"Oh... Okay. Um. Okay. Don't move." Santana jumped up and left Rachel sitting on the couch as she grabbed her Cheerio's duffle bag out of her closet, not at all caring if her loud noises wake up her friends. "Clothing. Pajamas..." She mumbled to herself as she shoved clothing for Rachel and herself into the bag, she ran into the bathroom and grabbed Rachel's brush and toothbrush and shampoo and threw them into the bag as well. She grabbed the blanket she had bought for the baby that was still wrapped in the protective plastic and shoved it all into the bag. "Quinn!"
"What? What's happening." Quinn asked as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"Get a fucking shower now, we have 20 minutes before we need to leave to go to the hospital." Santana barked. Quinn nodded quickly and jumped into the shower.
"Puck! Wake the fuck up!" Santana exclaimed as she kicked his leg.
"Jesus, San! Kick a little harder why don't you?" He grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his leg with a wince, "What the fuck is your problem anyway?"
From out in the living room, there came a tremulous cry, "Santana? Either I just had an entirely unfortunate accident or my water just broke... I think we need to go soon."
"That's why! Get the fuck up and dressed Rachel is having the baby!" Santana grabbed the bag and rushed over to Rachel, she had a fresh pair of pants in her hand. "We need to get you dry first okay?" Santana whispered and helped ease Rachel down to the edge of the couch and pulled the wet pants off her. She made sure everything was dry and helped slide new ones on her. Quinn came down with a wet ponytail and Puck following her trying to buckle his pants.
"Puck? Can you carry Rachel to the car, and for the love of God if you drop her..." Santana barked, as she searched for her phone.
"Calm the fuck down, San. I ain't dropping the princess." He grumbled, scooping Rachel up as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hey, Rach. Time to meet the Littlest Jew, huh?" His smile was lopsided as he started making his way out the door, Quinn hurrying over to open it for them before running back to try and calm Santana down.
"It," she winced with a little whimper of pain as another contraction rippled through her, "It certainly appears that way."
Santana hoisted up the bag. "Q, can you call Brittany while I call my dad?" She asked as they followed Puck and Rachel out of the house to the car. Santana slid behind the wheel and waited for the other couple to get in the backseat. Santana quickly dialed her father as she pulled out of the driveway and listed to the phone ring.
"Hello?" Dr. Lopez answered almost distractedly through the speaker phone.
"Daddy?" Santana's voice cracked as she spoke. "We're coming to the hospital..." her voice wavered and her hands that were white from how tight she was gripping the steering wheel. "Rachel... her water broke."
"Okay, mija. Drive safe and we'll be ready." He stated, "I love you, and tell Rachel we'll take good care of her when she gets here."
"Okay, Daddy." Santana whispered, showing how scared she was before hanging up and ignoring the fact everyone in the car heard her conversation.
"It'll be okay, Santana," Rachel smiled as reassuringly as she could at her girlfriend via the rearview mirror, breathing through her nose to try and focus through the pain. "Why... Why don't you let Quinn drive though?"
For their part, the other two passengers were white knuckledly gripping the doors at the speed Santana was driving. "Y-yeah, San. You should totally be with your baby momma right now, you know?" Puck's voice trembled slightly, his complexion paling and looking mildly green at the combination of Santana's anxious driving and his hangover.
"I'm fine." Santana stated as she continued driving to the hospital. It was near silent in the car other then Puck consoling Rachel and the girl in labour's breathing. After seven minutes of driving she pulled into the OB wing of the hospital and saw her dad outside with a nurse and a wheelchair. "Okay. We're here."
By the time they arrived, Rachel had gone from mostly calm to anxious. Puck was doing his best to keep her calm, but all of her practice and preparation had been done expecting Santana beside her and he simply didn't know what to do. She cried out as he and Quinn helped her out of the car, her hands instinctively going to her stomach as she folded over from the intensity of the contraction.
Santana ran her fingers up and down Rachel's back and leaned closer and whispered, "it's okay baby." She kissed her temple, "It will be over soon and we'll have the baby. Just be strong a little while longer."
When the contraction subsided, Santana's father was standing beside her with a wheelchair, helping her into it. "Rachel, we're gonna take you in and get you settled. It's still early so we can give you some medication is if you want it. It will make your pain less, do you want that?" Dr. Lopez asked as they wheeled the girl down the hall.
"Dr. Lopez, I can do that." The nurse interjected as she watched the seasoned doctor roll a patient down to an exam room.
"No." He said curtly, "She's family."
Rachel was sweating trying to manage the pain through sheer will as she shook her head. "No, no medication. I don't want to do anything to hurt the baby." The last word was gasped out and she fumbled for Santana's hand with a soft mewl of pain, her eyes squeezing shut.
"It wont hurt the baby." Miguel explained as she helped Rachel move onto the bed. "I'd never do anything to hurt you and the baby. It will just make your lower body a bit numb to the pain."
Santana was running her fingers through Rachel's hair, trying to comfort her as Rachel worked to bring their child into the world.
She shook her head again. "No... I have overcome everything else my life has thrown at me without resorting to unnatural means. I," her breath caught in her throat and her grip on Santana's hand tightened as another contraction hit, "I can do this without medication too." She panted for breath, smiling wanly at the child's grandfather, "Women have been giving birth forever without drugs. I can too."
"Okay." Miguel smiled, "Okay, Santana you get her into a gown and I'll go and get the stuff I need to check her out and deliver the baby." Santana smiled as she kissed Rachel softly when her father left.
"Lets get you changed." Santana whispered, with a slow nod for Rachel and when Puck turned around Santana helped Rachel get undressed and quickly covered with the gown. "Are you cold?" Santana asked when she saw her lover shiver. "I can get you a blanket..."
"A little," she didn't let go of Santana's hand once they got her out of her clothes and into the gown, "but down go." Rachel looked scared and anxious, her hand sweaty where it was gripping Santana's, "Please don't leave me. Stay, please..."
"Of course I'm not leaving." Santana whispered, "Q, can you grab a blanket off the cart thing?" She pointed to the cart off to the side of the room, Santana continued to hold the girl's hand as she sat on the edge of the bed next to her. "This will go by fast," she whispered as she stroked her hand.
"Maybe," a tear trickled down her face as she winced from the pain rippling her body, "I read online that it can last days sometimes, Santana. I don't know if I can do this for days..."
"You've met us right?" Santana smiled, "Between both of us we have like a 20 minute attention span and no patience." She kissed Rachel's forehead as Quinn nervously helped tuck the blanket over her. "The baby will come soon."
Dr. Lopez and a nurse came back into the room. The nurse helped Rachel get her legs up and set her up to look at her progression. "Alright, Rachel. I'm gonna check how much your dilated, okay?"
Rachel just nodded leaning back and closing her eyes, holding tightly to Santana's hand. Puck inched over carefully, looking worried and a bit nervous, to blot at her forehead with a towel. He looked between Santana and Rachel and Quinn anxiously.
"She's gonna be okay, right?" His words were more or less directed at Miguel. "I mean, I promised my Nana I'd look out for her back when we were dating and I ain't been doing so great a job of it but like she's totally one of my best friends and stuff. You gotta be okay, Rach..."
"She's gonna be pushing a baby out of her lady parts!" Quinn hissed, "She's not okay right now, but she'll be fine though." Santana rolled her eyes at her friends and focused on her girlfriend.
"Q and Puck, go call Brittany she wanted to come." She snapped as she watched them leave, "Sorry." She whispered to Rachel and kissed her head.
Dr. Lopez began examining the pregnant girl gently, talking to the nurse as he did so. The nurse set Rachel up with an IV and a fetal monitor. "Well, Rachel, seems the baby is eager to come. You're already six centimeters." He smiled before pulling his gloves off and going to wash his hands.
Rachel nodded, leaning towards Santana and squeezing her hand reassuringly. "T-that's good, right? How," she panted for breath, "how much longer?" Her grip on Santana's hand tightened as she sobbed through another contraction.
"Not too much longer," He stated as he went out of the room to get everything set up. Santana kept stroking Rachel's hair and she sang softly to her. After she finished she kissed Rachel's hand, "You're so brave." She whispered as she looked at her. "Just think about the beautiful thing you've created that you get to meet soon."
"We created," Rachel murmured, smiling up at Santana's and giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "Us. I could never have done this without you, Santana..." It hurt but she desperately wanted to know that Santana knew fundamentally that she didn't blame her for any of it.
"You're right. We did this," she whispered out of the earshot of the nurse. "Our child will be here soon okay?" She nuzzled Rachel's neck for a moment before pulling away when Quinn and Puck came back.
"I grabbed her some ice chips..." Quinn offered, "I saw it on TV that it helps or something." Santana nodded and accepted the basin before slipping one into Rachel's mouth.
"Thanks, Q." Santana smiled. She looked up at Puck and rolled her eyes, "Dude, keep it together alright? you look like you're gonna puke."
"Dude, it's like, scary and shit alright?" He leaned against the wall and folded his arms trying not to look at how distressed Rachel looked. "She's all tiny and I'm just worried okay?" He looked at Santana letting her see his fear that something could happen to his Jew. "She's my best friend after you and Q, San," his voice was soft as Quinn distracted Rachel by wiping the sweat off her face with a damp cloth, "she's my girl and I don't want anything bad to happen to her like ever, okay?"
"She's my girl and I don't want any of those thing ether okay." Santana replied, the nurse looked up and brought the chart over to Puck.
"We need to have the father sign off when the baby is born." The nurse explained, looking at Puck. "So we'll need him to sign some forms."
"Can that just wait? Just go away and get my dad, just get him." She snapped, her words biting at the nurse who she hated for assuming the parentage. "Just go away."
"Santana, calm down." Quinn whispered, which earned her a quick look.
Nearly an hour later, Rachel was wheeled into the delivery room. When the nurse tried to bring Puck into the delivery room Santana's eyes welled up and she looked at the ground.
"What the hell, man?" Puck scowled, pushing away the insistent nurse's grab of his arm to take him to get gowned up. "Only way I'm gonna go in that room is if Rach asks for me and I know damn well she ain't so what the hell you doing?"
Quinn slipped her arm around Santana's shoulders as the nurse tried again to encourage Puck back to get gowned. "She's in entirely too much pain to be asking for anyone, but a baby oughtn't be born without their father nearby. Just come with me and get gowned up. She'll want you eventually, sir."
"Will you get your head outta your ass and listen to me? I ain't going in that room!"
Santana was shaking she was so mad. "Back. The. Fuck. Off." She hissed, her arm moving to grab the nurse the second she heard a shrill cry from the room. Santana pushed the nurse back and moved to run into the delivery room, disregarded the calling from the nurse.
"Santana, go wash." Her dad snapped as he nodded to the sink. One of the nurses put a gown over her clothing and helped her dry her hands.
"Daddy, fucking bitch of a nurse was trying to drag Puck in!" Santana exclaimed as she came over to Rachel's side.
"San, just help Rachel." He yelled as his daughter nodded and kissed Rachel's head.
"I'm sorry. I'm here now."
"I'm," Rachel gasped, her hand reaching blindly for Santana, "I'm scared, Santana." She sounded tired, her normally healthy complexion sallow. "I'm scared. What if I can't do this?"
"You can do this. I'm gonna be here the whole time." Santana whispered. Dr. Lopez looked up, "Okay, Rae, I think it's time to push."
"She's right, on the next contraction you need to push hard okay? Hold Santana's hand and push."
Santana hooked their fingers together and nodded, "Come on, baby, push."
Rachel nodded, her face tightening as she pushed with a loud cry. Her grip on Santana's hand tightened hard enough it seemed like she would break her girlfriend's hand. She slumped back against the bed after she was done, panting fast enough to almost hyperventilate.
"You're doing so good, baby." She whispered as she wiped Rachel's head.
"Okay, Rachel, breathe for a few moments then we're gonna try again. I can see the baby's head, on the next push it will be out and then just one more big one after that for the shoulders, okay? You can do it. Just two more." Dr. Lopez exclaimed as he watched the monitor to check the mother and child's heart rate.
She nodded weakly, curling up with a scream as the contraction hit. She crushed Santana's hand in hers as she focused everything on pushing her child out. Eventually, she slumped back down into the bed. "I don't want to do this anymore," she sobbed, "It hurts too much. I can't, Santana. I'm too tired..."
"The girl I love would never give up on something this important." Santana said with earnest. "You can do it." Santana took a quick peek down where her dad was working, her stomach churned but she came back to Rachel quickly. "The baby's heads out. Just one more and you can rest, one more and you can hold our baby."
Rachel looked up at Santana, exhausted but shocked. "You love me?" She shook her head, unable to believe what her ears had heard. She felt dizzy and disconnected - it was obviously a horrible trick her mind was playing on her, trying to make her believe that Santana had declared the one thing she'd dreamed of to be true. But it wasn't possible and she sobbed brokenly as another intense contraction wracked her body, twisting her up in bed with an agonized scream as she felt something tear followed by a sudden relief of pressure.
She collapsed back into the bed nearly unconscious, too drained to sit up. Her eyes barely opened when she heard the shrill shriek of her baby fill the room, but a tiny smile curled her lips.
"A boy," Dr Lopez looked up at Santana with a proud grin behind his mask, "a handsome baby boy."
Santana let out a relieved sob when she heard the baby, she leaned down and kissed Rachel and whispered thank you over and over again against Rachel's lips. When her dad nudged her to cut the cord she looked up. That's when she saw him, a beautiful tanned baby boy with thick black hair. "Hi, baby-boy." She whispered, her shaking hand taking the scissors and cutting the tether to his previous life force. Once done, her father delivered the afterbirth and put some stitches into the small woman.
The nurse cleaned him up and brought him over to Rachel's arms. "Say hi to your son." The nurse stated as she laid him in the tired mother's arms. "He's seventeen inches and a little under six and a half pounds. But his mom is tiny, so it's to be expected."
Rachel cradled him against her chest, regarding the tiny baby with exhausted amazement. "Hi, little one," she whispered with a worn out smile, "it's good to finally meet you." Her arms trembled with exhaustion and she looked up at her girlfriend tiredly, "Come meet your son, Santana..."
The darker girl moved closer and ran her lithe fingers over his head. "Hola." She whispered. She looked up at her dad not realizing that tears were streaming down her face. "Daddy, look." She beamed as she looked back down to her son.
"He's beautiful, girls." his voice cracked with emotion as he finished working on Rachel. Santana leaned down and kissed his head and then kissed Rachel.
"He's amazing," she breathed out.
"He's," Rachel whispered, shaking her head slowly, "I can't believe we created this perfect little person. Hello, baby." She reached up with a shaky hand and gently brushed a finger over his cheek. "So soft and tiny... Your mommy and I love you very much. We're going to do our best to take good care of you, so you grow up to be a big and strong young man."
She carefully leaned down and brushed her lips against his forehead, making him stir and grumble. "I already love you almost as much as I love your mommy," she whispered against his skin, almost too soft to hear.
Santana was so taken with her son that the world drowned out around her. After a few moments her dad came over and touched her shoulder. "We need to take him to get checked out and take Rachel to get cleaned up. I'll come get you when we're done." He whispered before hugging his daughter and wiping away her tears.
"Rae? They're gonna take him to get looked at and take you to the maternity ward. I'll be there when you get there okay?" Santana stated before kissing Rachel and nodding. "I'll be there."
Rachel was so exhausted by the ordeal of giving birth that all she could do was nod weakly and allow the nurse in pale pink scrubs to take her son away. She fought to keep her eyes open, but they slid closed despite all of her efforts as she fell into a dreamless sleep.
When she woke up again, she was in a different room and a different gown. She blinked confusedly, looking around to see Santana asleep in the chair beside the bed she was in and Puck and Quinn talking quietly on the other side of the room. Her eyes lingered on the dark beauty slumped over with her head on the edge of the bed, a slow smile curling her lips. She slid her hand over and gently combed her fingers through Santana's hair, wondering if maybe if she was good enough, she'd be allowed to always wake up next to this woman.
Santana's eyes blinked open a few minutes later. "Hey." She smiled, looking up at her. "You were so deep in sleep when I came back awhile ago..." She moved her bruised hand to cover Rachel's. "I took Quinn and Puck to see our son." She beamed, "He's so beautiful, Rachel."
"He's ours," she whispered with a soft smile, continuing to gently stroke her fingers through Santana's hair, "he'd have to be beautiful with a mother like you. Is he okay? There's nothing wrong, right? We took care of our baby?"
"He's little..." she said, "But with our genes? He's going to be a tiny boy... but he's perfect." She looked up when the door opened and a clear bassinet with the blue bundle inside. An African American nurse who worked with Santana's father since she was young. "Hi, Angela." Santana smiled looking up and relieved to see a familiar face.
"Hey girl. Your dad asked me to bring this little guy in here..." She smiled knowingly. Angela worked at Santana's dad's practice and knew about Santana, so the young woman was relieved to see the older woman with her son. Angela picked the baby up and brought him over to Rachel. "Hi, momma, wanna hold your boy?"
"Can," Rachel smiled up at her girlfriend, "can Santana hold him? I'm a little tired still and," she looked shy, "I'd feel better seeing her with him."
Angela nodded and rounded the bed. "Alright, Sanny." She smiled as she placed the baby in the girls arms. She back up watching the girl she has watched grow up holding her child. "She looks like her mom." Angela stated, before turning back to Rachel. "I'm gonna be with you until you leave, I've known Santana since she was little and her dad wanted someone you'd both be comfortable with."
Santana watched the baby yawn and blink his little eyes as Angela spoke. "Dr. Lopez took care of the birth certificate, by the way." She whispered to the young mother as she fixed her IV.
Rachel smiled with a relieved sigh. "Oh good. There's only one person I wanted listed as our baby boy's other parent and as dear to me as he is, that person certainly isn't Noah."
Hearing his name, the boy perked up and looked over. "Oh hey, baby time!" He crossed the room to wave at the tiny boy, "Man, San, he is tiny. Can I hold him you think?"
"No," Santana said quickly. "Mine," she whispered as she kept her eyes fixated on her son. "My baby," she popped his little cap off his head and ran her fingers through his hair.
Angela chucked and wrote in Rachel's chart. "She's not letting go of that boy anytime soon." she shook her head with a laugh. Quinn rolled her eyes and looked at her phone. "Puck, Brit is here let's go get her and give San a second to gawk at her spawn."
Puck mumbled and pouted, "Baby-hog." he said under his breath as Quinn dragged him out of the room.
Rachel laughed softly, patting the bed beside her. "If you won't share, at least sit beside me? He's my son too, you know. I'd like the chance to be close to him too." She smiled fondly at her little family.
Santana nodded and slid onto the bed beside her girlfriend. "Didn't want Puck holding him yet. Puck has dirty hands and I don't wanna get the baby dirty," she said as she nuzzled the boy's hair. "Baby needs a name, Rachel," Santana whispered.
"I know, but I think you should name him." She reached over and brushed her fingers gently over his hair, "I carried him, you should be the one to name him." She leaned over, her head resting on Santana's shoulder, "Give him a good, strong name, Santana."
"That's scary," she whispered. "What if he turns out like me? Hates his name because he doesn't wanna be a boy?" She was scared, she was lucky because her name was unisex but what if she named her son something that he hated.
"Then give him a name that could work for either gender. It'll be fine," she turned her head to press a kiss to her girlfriend's shoulder. "If he is like you, we'll still love our child. Because that's what parents do, Santana. And we're parents now." Rachel smiled as of she couldn't hardly believe it.
"Are you sure? My mom didn't love me anymore when she found out." she looked down at her son, who she already loved more than anything. She didn't understand how her mom left her, she already loved the boy no matter what he decided to do in life. She thought about it for a minute, "What about Aaron. It's both Hispanic and Hebrew right? It's in both Catholic religion and Judaism... I like Aaron." she explained rolling her r perfectly at the pronunciation of the baby's name.
"I like it," Rachel's hand covered Santana's on their boy's head. "It's a good name, Santana. Strong, but if he's like you, then it just takes a minor spelling change to Erin. Our child is going to be amazing. And I'm sure we are both going to love him no matter what. What could he possibly do to make us want to leave him? I could never leave either of you," her gaze was fixed on their baby as she smiled, "I love both of you far too much to ever do so."
"We love you too," Santana whispered, before turning her head to kiss the girl's temple. She rocked the baby back and forth as they sat in silence. "He needs a middle name too. Something that sounds good with Berry."
Rachel thought about it for a minute, just taking in being with her family. Finally she spoke, "Julian. Daddy loves the Strokes and it's another unisex name. And I think it sounds," she smiled softly, "right. Aaron Julian Lopez. We can call him AJ for short. What do you think?" She asked, finally looking up at Santana with a bright, though still slightly tired, smile.
"I love it." She whispered, leaning down to kiss Rachel. "I love you." She pulled away and rested her forehead against Rachel. She was about to say something else but a blonde blur burst into the room.
"Oh my gosh! It's a baby!" Brittany exclaimed as she clutched a giant unicorn stuffed animal.
Rachel jumped, startled by the sudden intrusion and the newly dubbed AJ woke and started crying. "Oh no, don't cry AJ, please don't cry. Santana, please..." she pleaded with her girlfriend to get her best friend to calm down as she slipped the baby into her arms and tried calming him.
"Brit brit. Calm down, he gets scared easy... like Charity when Lord Tubbington pounces on her," Santana soothed as she leaned down to kiss her son. When Brittany calmed down, she moved closer with her eyes wide.
"It's a boy?" Brittany asked, her blue eyes peering down at the newborn baby. "Sanny." she looked up, "Sanny? the baby..." Brittany was confused, the baby looked like Santana. The blonde peered back at Puck and then back to the baby. Santana moved closer and helped Rachel pull her gown down and get the baby lips to secure around the girl's breast. Santana pulled a blanket over Rachel's shoulders and looked back up.
"His name is Aaron Julian." Santana said proudly, as she smiled to her friends.
"Cool," Puck smirked, leaning back against the wall and trying not to show that it still stung that he'd been refused in his attempt to hold the boy.
Quinn came in and hugged Santana, "That's a cool name, S."
Brittany just stood there puzzled for a moment before something clicked in her mind and she looked up at Santana with wide eyes. "Oh my gosh, Santana, are you magic? Did you wish on a star or like one of those special fountains in the park? Oh my gosh, I can't believe it worked! You always said wishing on stuff was silly but you did and Rachie's baby totally looks like you!"
Santana saw Rachel trying to hold in her laugh. "Yeah." She exclaimed, "Yeah I did, Brit." She bit her lip.
"But... is the baby still Puck's if he looks like you?" Brittany wondered, cocking her head to the side. "Cause he doesn't look like Puck." Brittany looked over to the young man and pouted sadly. "I'm confused."
"It's like magic and stuff, Britts." Puck explained coming over to hook an arm over the gullible blonde's shoulders. "See, I gave the baby over to San and Rae when he was still tiny and he decided he wanted to look like his other mom instead of my dumb ass, 'kay?"
"Noah, language," Rachel scolded, though she didn't look up from the baby suckling her chest, "Don't swear around our son."
"Okay." Brittany accepted with a smile before hugging Puck. "I got him this, San!" Brittany smiled and plopped the large unicorn down into the chair. "Your baby is a unicorn like you and Rachel!" She beamed and clapped her hands. "I'm so excited, he's so tiny! And he likes boobies like Santana!"
"Brit!" Santana exclaimed with a shake of her head. Quinn stifled a laugh in the back of the room trying to watch the girls with a bemused grin.
"Oh, wow, Brittany. That's certainly an impressive unicorn, though I think he'll have to wait until he's bigger to play with it." Rachel eyed the massive toy uncertainly. "Do you want to meet him?" she asked as she felt him finish feeding.
Brittany nodded and Puck continued to pout. "She gets to hold him and I don't?" he exclaimed.
"Jesus, Puck, stop bitching," Santana rolled her eyes and helped Rachel cover up again as she brought the baby up to see everyone. His baby blue eyes blinked open and looked around. "Brit, come sit on the bed. You too, Puck." Santana stated, smiling when then did so. Quinn came over and stood next to Santana and let her fingers play with the new mom's ponytail.
"He's so tiny. My sister's dolls are bigger than him!" Brittany pointed out as Rachel leaned forward and placed the baby into Puck's arms. "Hi, little boy." Brittany whispered as she peered over Puck's shoulder.
"Wow, San, this is totally cool," Puck grinned down at the tiny boy in his arms, "Hi there, little man. I'm your totally cool Uncle Puckasaurus, but you can call me Uncle Puck when you learn to talk and stuff. Quinn, look at him! He's the smallest kid I ever saw! Man, I don't want nothing to hurt him, not ever."
He looked up at Quinn with a bashful smile, "You think our kids'll be this awesome someday?"
Quinn blushed and looked down at where her hands were threading through her friend's hair and let out a quick nod.
"Puck, keep those little Pucks the hell away from Q," Santana said quickly, "Aaron does not need a cuz anytime soon."
Quinn rolled her eyes and tugged on the girl's hair, "Says you."
"Shut it, tubby." She joked with a smiled before looking over to her son. "And yes, he's perfect and tiny like Rachel."
"The closest I am to perfect is having perfect pitch, though I am diminutive in stature." Rachel murmured with a soft sigh, smiling at her friends as they cooed over the baby.
Puck just ignored Santana and smiled at the baby, wiggling his fingers at him with a goofy grin. "Aw, man, you're gonna be such a badass when you grow up. Your mom and I are gonna teach you like everything!"
"Please don't turn my child into a delinquent, Noah."
"Oh, he can't do that, Rachie," Brittany smiled at her from where she had been making faces at AJ trying to get him to smile at her. "There's totally only one of him so he can't have like four twins or nothing."
Santana was too tired to understand what Brittany was saying, so she just smiled and helped Brittany hold the boy for a few minutes before he started fussing. Santana took with back with a shrug and held him over her heart. She whispered words in Spanish that no one else but the girl understood, but the look on her face told Rachel everything she needed to know. Santana wasn't going anywhere. She had her son and she loved Rachel, they were all she needed.
Rachel was trying to stay awake - watching Santana and their son and seeing how tenderly the other girl treated made him her whole body feel warm with happiness - but it was a battle destined to be lost. Leaning back into the pillows again, surrounded by friends and family, she drifted off. Quinn noticed with the hint of a fond smile.
"I think that's our cue to leave," she nodded at the sleeping new mother, "I'll take a raincheck on meeting AJ, okay, S?"
The girl looked at her friend and smiled, "Okay. You'll come over when we come home? I need to ask you something when you do..." She looked bashful for a moment before looking back up.
"Totally." Quinn smiled, "Gotta go shop for that little boy now, come on Puck, B." Quinn held out her hand for Puck and he smiled and took it. He pressed a light kiss to Rachel's head and then Santana's.
"Later little dude." He smiled, before following Quinn out. Brittany sat up and kissed Santana's head with a smile.
"I'm really happy your wish came true, San." She whispered before kissing the baby's head and bouncing out. Santana smiled and carefully nuzzled in next to Rachel as she held her son to her chest. She nodded off a few moments later, basking in the warmth of her son.