I Know You Want Me - Chapter Twenty Three
Title: I Know You Want Me
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: Hard NC-17
Length: 118,847
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 23
Santana was lying down on the bar with AJ sitting on her stomach. Her short shorts rode high on her thighs and her tshirt had slid up with the baby flailing on her stomach. She held her hand on the three month old's back and watched him as he giggled at the faces she was making at him.
Rachel had brought him by before the bar opened for the night to have dinner with her fiancé and son before she was lost to the bar for the night. Santana had captured their son and was hell bent on making him giggle and coo over her for the remainder of the afternoon if she had her way.
"Santana," Rachel laughed, coming over with a plate full of food, "are you going to spend all of our time with your son or are you going to eat?" She leaned down to kiss the girl on the bar, "Don't think I won't make you eat if you push me to it." She held up a fork full of veggie spaghetti with a mock-threatening glare.
Santana rolled her eyes and sat up. She held the baby in her lap and opened her mouth waiting for Rachel to feed her.
Andre chuckled from where he sat tuning the guitars as he watched the young family. "You girls are too cute."
"No," Rachel smiled at her fiancée, offering her the bite and leaning against the bar to feed her as she played with their son, "she's beautiful. Or stunning. Or perhaps breath-taking. But my girl is never," she glanced over at Andre with a bright, teasing grin, "simply cute. Would you like some assistance with that task? I have perfect pitch and Noah did teach me how to properly tune a guitar while we dated," she added off-hand to Santana.
"First, I request that you never remind me that you dated Puck. Especially in front of the baby," she pouted as she looked at her lover, "Secondly, how come you never tune my guitar at home? You always make me do it."
"Well, for one, because you never ask," Rachel pointed out with a smirk, feeding her girlfriend another bite, "and for another, because you called it your baby when I asked about it and I thought it would be better to just keep away from that relationship," she finished with a teasing smirk.
"Aaron's my baby too, and I call you my baby and I let you play with other instruments." she smirked as she kissed Rachel quickly.
"Oh God, my ears."
Rachel rolled her eyes, "She's talking about our piano. Santana, you are a devil." She leaned up and kissed her, "And, lucky you, I brought a bottle so our boy can have some special Mami time before we have to go and leave you to work." She set Santana's plate down and turned to get the bottle from its place in the cooler, holding it out to her fiancée. "You know he'll only take it from you while I'm around..."
"What can I say?" she smirked, "My boy likes boobs." She let Rachel continue feeding her as she settled her son on her lap and leaned down to kiss him before coaxing him to take the bottle. "Anyway, Andre, I was referencing Rachel's piano.... Mostly." She winked, "But yeah, she's pretty good, you could let her help if you want."
"Sweetheart, while your breasts are delicious, mine happen to be the source of that nectar he's so fond of," Rachel pointed out with a smirk, setting the plate on the counter beside Santana. "Finish eating, okay?" she whispered, giving the other girl a worried smile, "I know you don't eat much while you're working and I'll feel better if I know you've eaten and your meds aren't attacking a mostly empty stomach."
Turning to smile at Andre, she wove her way between the tables, "You need to loosen that E string, for example. Right now it's dangerously close to being an F flat and there's a tremor that could indicate an overstressed string."
"Damn, Lopez," He said as he looked fondly at Rachel, "your woman knows her stuff." He said as he handed the guitar over to the smaller girl and picked up the bass. "Do you play, Rachel, or just know all?" He smiled.
Santana watched fondly from where she sat feeding her son. She kept her hand on AJ's back as she leaned over and took another bite of her pasta before focusing on her child and girlfriend.
"I believe in fully researching my chosen field to the utmost of my ability," Rachel responded, sitting primly on a stool with the guitar settled across her lap. "Unfortunately though, I have fairly small hands and lack the necessary distal length and finger strength to play properly or for any great lengths of time." She took in a breath and let out a perfect E below middle C and held it as she carefully adjusted the peg until the plucked string matched her voice.
Andre shook his head and laughed, "You're something, kid." He said before starting to strum the bass and tune it to standard tuning. Santana looked over and put the bottle down and put AJ up on her shoulder to burp him. She looked over when she heard the door open and smiled when she saw a messy head of blonde hair flutter in. Quinn bounced over to Santana and kissed AJ's head before kissing Santana's cheek.
"Hey," she smiled and looked at her best friend before looking to where the music was coming from, "Huh. I didn't know she played... You teach her?" Quinn asked as she pushed herself up on the counter.
"Nope. Your boyfriend when he stopped sticking his tongue down her throat." Santana shrugged and looked to the blonde. "Aaron, wanna go see Auntie Quinn?" She asked as she handed the baby over to the beaming blonde.
"Hi, baby!" she squealed as she took the baby and hugged him.
"Scales is hardly playing," Rachel chided, tuning the rest of the strings off the low E. "I'm positive Santana could give a far more eloquent test of this instrument than I could, after all."
"Ah, you're doing fine, kid," Andre laughed, twisting a peg on the bass.
"Perhaps, but I'm a singer. I can play the piano, but my preferred instrument is my voice," the young mother smiled at the man, making a final adjustment before holding it out to Santana, "Perhaps you could test my skills, love?"
Santana looked away from AJ and Quinn and hopped down off the counter. She fixed her shorts and shirt before moving to sit on Rachel's lap. She took the guitar and strummed it a few times before easily falling into a simple flamenco melody, she closed her eyes and let her fingers dance along he neck to a memory of a song she had heard her father play many times.
Andre watched, never having heard the small woman play before he looked on with a slight gape of awe.
Rachel just wrapped her arms around her girl and let her chin rest on her shoulder, enjoying the music. Quinn looked over and rolled her eyes in mock disgust.
"You see that, Aaron? Your moms are so in love I could puke." She rocked him gently, ignoring his fist tangled in her hair. "I hope that Puck and I can look like that some day," she whispered to the baby.
AJ squealed and clapped his hands the best he could when Quinn tickled his neck with her words.
"Look, beautiful," Rachel nudged Santana slightly to get her attention, "our son likes your music. You should play for him more often." Her fingers teased Santana's stomach behind the body of the guitar, murmuring in the girl's ear, "Besides, you know how much I love a good performance..."
"Mmhmm," Santana smiled before stopping playing, "That's enough for the moment, you slackers, this place isn't gonna open itself." She said as she stood up and moved around getting things ready to open for the night. She moved over to Quinn and took her son and bundled him back up and handed him over to Rachel. "Alright, Mami loves you and I'll see you later?" She smiled and kissed AJ then Rachel. "See you at home."
The day was warm and sunny. Puck and Quinn had decided to join Rachel and Santana for a outside day after the three girls toured the campus. Puck laid out a blanket in the park near the University and flopped down on it with the bag from the deli, he picked out a can of soda before popping the top and looking over to the girls. Santana was fussing over putting a hat on AJ's head that the boy seemed to not be at all interested in, while Rachel was putting sunscreen on him.
Quinn came over, plucked the sunglasses off her boyfriend's head and slid them over her own eyes before laying down with her head on his shoulder. "I love you, Puck." She said softly.
He looked over at her and smirked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and holding her close, "I knew you’d come over to the Puckerman side eventually, Fabray." He kissed the top of her head, "Not to be all sappy and shit, but I love you too, babe."
"Romantic Puck." She sighed and moved to kiss him softly, "Don't get all sappy on me or whatever," she said, looking through the aviators over her eyes.
"Hey, the Puckmeister can do romance if my lady wants romance," he looked almost offended at the suggestion he couldn’t. "Like wine and candles and roses and shit. Babe, I’d knock all the stops out for you."
"Nah..." She said softly as she pressed a kiss to his lips. "I like us the way we are." She whispered and pulled away running her fingers over his hair. "I just wanted to tell you I loved you."
He smiled up at her with a silly lovesick puppy sort of smirk, "Cool. You can tell me that any time you want, babe. And I like us the way we are too. We just," he thought about it for a moment, then shrugged, "like fit and shit, you know? You get me and that’s way awesome."
"Yeah, and you put up with my crazy so it works." She smiled and rested back against him. She watched Rachel and Santana from afar and she tried to not feel a little bit of envy when it came to how happy they looked and how much they looked like a real family.
Puck was quiet for a bit, content to just have the girl he’d been in love with for what felt like forever lying with him. He watched Santana and Rachel for a moment before chuckling softly. "Man, I never thought I’d see the day those two would tolerate being in the same room together without fighting like a couple of cats in heat, now look at ‘em. That’s some crazy shit right there."
"I kinda hate it. How happy they seem... Like I know Santana's got issues and Rachel is trying to get over being crazy depressed... but somehow that baby makes them work... that he just kinda makes them understand each other. I never thought Santana would find that," Quinn said softly.
"Hey, my Jewbro is crazy but she’s like," he shrugged, "good for her and shit. Makes her open her damn eyes and realize not everyone’s gonna judge her cause she’s a dude down below, you know. That she’s still Santana and you know, she’s our girl and shit. I don’t get it, like at all, but I’m happy for them. Mazel tov and all that."
"Yeah... I don't get it ether. But Santana's happy and hasn’t tried to kill herself in over 10 months so that makes me even happier. I just miss my friend sometimes, you know?" She said hating how petty she sounded.
"At least you two work together," he groused, "I don’t see either of ‘em except for when Rach makes us all breakfast. Kinda sucks, you know? I mean, San’s my bro-who’s-not-a-bro and all, but Rach’s my friend too and she’s all about the little guy now. He’s cute and all, but I totally get what you mean, babe."
Quinn sighed and shook the fleeting thought that rolled through her head and just hugged Puck. "I'll be busy with school soon and so will they... just don't forget about me okay? Still come home every night?"
He scoffed, "Babe, you’re the only one I want to come home to." He reached over and lifted her chin with a smile, "Every night after the shop closes or the bar when I got a gig, I’m gonna come home to be with my lady. And hey, who knows," he shrugged, nodding towards the girls and their boy, "maybe someday we’ll make a little kid of our own and they can miss us for a while."
"That'd be nice." she said as she searched his face with her eyes. "Thank you for moving here with me... You know how much I needed to get away from Lima... away from my dad, away from everything. I just," she took a breath, "I just need you, Puck."
"Hey, don’t cry or nothing," he smirked at her, leaning in to kiss her, "the Puckmeister is always gonna be here for my lady. You wanted out, I just wanted to help, no drama. You’re my lady, I love you," he shrugged, "so moving was easy. Besides, I got a job pretty quick and this place has like a wicked crazy music scene so I can even get my jam on without running all over the damn country."
Quinn chuckled and wiped her eyes before cuddling back into him. "Alright."
Santana finally got the little cap to stay on AJ's head just after Rachel stopped slathering him with sunscreen. "I think he's good to go." She said as she put him on the blanket. "Isn’t that right? Mommy doesn't want you to get too brown so people get more confused about who your birth mom is." She smirked as she pressed a kiss to his nose.
"I like tanned, actually," Rachel teased, leaning over to kiss Santana’s cheek. "I find it to be highly attractive. And I don’t mind if random people mistake you for being his birth mom. You are his mom too after all." She leaned in against Santana’s side, glancing over at Puck and Quinn, "They look comfortable."
"Yeah they do." She smiled and picked up the baby and him him on her lap. "I hope they last, Rachel," she whispered, "I need them to last. I don't wanna see Quinn sad again."
"Well, Noah has been completely in love with her forever, so as long as we’re around to make sure he doesn’t completely screw up..." she trailed off, smiling up at her fiancee. "I’m fairly amused that they haven’t noticed yet," she added, looking down at the ring on her finger, "since I am only engaged to the most beautiful woman and mother I’ve ever met."
"They're not very observant," She smirked. "Especially when we forced them to babysit so we could fuck yesterday." she said as she leaned close and nuzzled Rachel's neck. "Which I'm still not done with you, by the way. I woke up with a raging hard on again."
"Oh really?" Rachel smirked, leaning back slightly so Santana had more access, "You should have said something. It must have hurt a bit. I’d have been happy to... kiss it better if you’d just mentioned it after all. Or maybe," she leaned in to kiss her fiancee, het voice dropping to a husky whisper, "maybe something more like the first time I cooked for you..."
"Ugh," she whimpered and looked at her girlfriend. "Don't do that now," Santana whined and looked up with a desperate gaze, "I'll pop one and I don't wanna do that."
Rachel chuckled and leaned away, "Now you know how I feel, beautiful. But don’t worry. I’ll take care of you later," she smirked, "when we have some privacy." She leaned back in and rested her head on Santana’s shoulder, playing with AJ. "I love you, you know. Hearing you say that you loved me, meeting our little man for the first time, and," she looked up at Santana shyly, "the night you gave me this ring... top three moments in my life. Even better than when I sang Don’t Rain On My Parade at Sectionals or any of my solos. Top three."
"Aww," Santana said dramatically, "More than the solos?" she smiled and pressed her lips to Rachel's. "Hearing that you think of me as a girl, meeting Aaron and kissing you for the first time." She said shyly, "Those are mine."
"You’re not just a girl, Santana," Rachel pointed out, "you’re my girl. And I love remembering the first time you kissed me." She chuckled softly, shaking her head, "I didn’t even know what was going on or what it meant. I just knew it felt amazing and wanted to do it again."
"Well my dad was just all up in your junk and I saw my baby for the first time... I'd wanted to kiss you for awhile, so I did." She smiled before looking back over to Quinn and Puck. "Should we tell them? Or just invite them to hold the baby in the wedding?"
"Could you not remind me about your father being, as you so concisely phrased it, all up in my junk?" Rachel smirked wryly, shaking her head, "And we can tell them if you want to. I know I like the spotlight, but I kind of like hearing you say you want to marry me."
"Awesome," she said softly. "Hey, Puck... Q?" Santana called over to her friends before sliding over so she could sit closer to them. She moved the baby to sit between her legs as she looked at her friends. "Needs to talk to you both."
Puck shrugged, propping up on his elbows. "Sure, what’s up? You need us to babysit again? I mean, we are like the baby whisperers and all."
Quinn just rolled her eyes and sat up, smiling and the baby and waving at him. "Hi, Aaron."
AJ cooed and reached out for Quinn, Santana picked him up and handed him over to Quinn and smiled at the sight of her best friend and her son. "Um, maybe later... but I wanted to tell you both something." She looked nervously over to Rachel. "Rae?"
Rachel moved over and smiled, reaching out to hold Santana’s hand with the one wearing Santana’s grandmother’s ring. "Yes, love?"
"Um... Yeah so... A couple weeks back when Aaron and Rachel were really sick... I got scared that something would happen to one of them and I wouldn't be able to you know like see them in the hospital." She said as she took Rachel's hand. "Um. So I said that I'd wanna marry Rachel... and a few days ago I gave her a ring."
Rachel rolled her eyes, "How romantic, Santana."
Puck just looked back and forth between them with a confused frown. "So, like what... you want to marry Rach cause you think doctors will be dicks?"
"No. I wanna marry Rachel because I love her and I want her to be with me forever. But, on top of all that... yeah, I wanna make sure that I can protect my family." She shrugged, and ran her finger over Rachel's ring.
Quinn had sat there quietly, just holding AJ and looking between the girls when her eyes finally caught on the ring. It looked familiar and she had to keep fumbling through her memories for why until it finally clicked. The photo of Santana’s grandmother on the wall in her father’s house. "Oh my God. Santana, is that your abuela’s ring?"
"Si," Santana said softly as she looked down. She was nervous, she didn't know if Quinn would be okay with her choice and the fact she asked Rachel. She wanted her friend to be supportive and she needed her to be okay with it.
Quinn just blinked, stunned, her hands loosely around AJ to make sure he didn’t fall as he sat against her. "Oh my God," she shook her head, a vague smile slowly dawning, "you... you’re happy? Like actually happy?"
"Um.. Yeah?" Santana said with a confused look on her face. "Haven't we already talked about that?" she asked with a head tilt. She looked at Quinn like she was crazy, "I mean fuck we moved here, live together... have a baby, I told you I'm happy how much more do you want from me?" She pleaded hoping Quinn would approve.
Quinn let out a tiny laugh, "This is... wow. Just wow, San. I do need something more though..."
"What the fuck Quinn..." She gasped, "Really? Are you really gonna fucking give me crap now?"
"Yeah, I am." Quinn smirked, "Why the heck didn’t you tell me you wanted to marry your girl?! I’m supposed to be your best friend here, San! And you don’t share a major detail like you’re gonna pop the question?!" She reached out and slapped Santana’s shoulder, "I mean, are you asking someone else to be your Maid of Honor or what?"
"Yeah, some bitch named Lucy Fabray," she smirked before leaning over and hugging her friend. "It kinda just happened while we were fucking..."
"Santana, language!" Rachel scolded, only to be drowned out by Quinn’s disgusted "EW!"
"Seriously! I don’t need any details about what you and Berry get up to in the bedroom!" she looked grossed out and embarrassed, handing the baby back to Santana when he reached for her and cooed.
Puck, however, grinned, "Oh no no no! Details are great. Details are awesome! So, what exactly where you doing before you decided to pop Rach another big one?" Quinn promptly smacked him upside the head, "Ow! Dammit, cut that out! Domestic abuse!"
Santana just chuckled and took her son back and rocked him in her arms, "We were having crazy wild sex and I proposed," She smiled and looked over to Rachel with a wink. "That's also what we were doing when you babysat."
"Oh man," he let his head fall back with a dopey grin, "so hot." He rolled his head to look at Quinn with a smirk, waggling his eyebrows, "Whaddya say, Q? You and me when we get home? I bet we could keep the old ladies here awake all night." He winked.
"We’re not old!" Rachel squawked indignantly.
He shrugged, "You’re getting married and have a kid. All settled down and stuff. If the condom fits, Rach. So whaddya say, Q?"
"Says the bro who wouldn't know a condom if it hit him in the face." Santana spat back, "You're lucky I got my girl Q here on birth control the minute I found out that you were going near her." She said as she cuddled her baby. "And we have more sex than you could even dream of Puck."
"Hey! That hurts, San," Puck actually looked wounded. "I’ve been totally careful and suited up since we had the whole baby scare. I’ve only gone bare with you and Rach since and none of what we were doing were gonna get me sick or anyone knocked up. Unlike someone I know." He nodded, significantly at the boy giggling in Santana’s lap. "I ain’t gonna take risks with my lady."
"Hey!" Santana snapped, "I didn't know that I could get her pregnant!" she defended herself and crossed her arms around her baby protectively. "Plus, Rachel totally jumped my dick. I kinda thought she was on birth control..." Santana pouted and reached over and held Rachel's hand.
"Honestly, Noah. That’s not a fair blow and you know it." Rachel frowned at him.
He just shrugged. "Whatever. Throwing my big mistake in my face ain’t cool either. I got tested and sh...stuff. I’m totally clean and I use protection with Q. I ain’t risking screwing up her whole life again. And you know, worse to worse," he shrugged, looking uncertain, "I got a good job and I wouldn’t be that bad a dad, right?"
Santana's eyes narrowed, "Boy, if you knock up Quinn," she nearly growled as she spoke not wanting her best friend to have to go through the same things she and Rachel had, "before she's done with school and ready for a baby, I’ll kick your ass."
"San," Quinn said softly as she looked to her friend urging her to calm down. "Don't threaten him."
"I don’t think he’d do it on purpose, Santana," Rachel whispered, leaning over to kiss Santana’s cheek in an attempt to calm her down.
"Rach is right, San," Puck sat up straight finally, folding his legs under him and looking at Santana seriously. "I might be an idiot and I mess stuff up, but I love Quinn. And I ain’t gonna do nothing to mess up her life. I want her to get her degree and get a good job and stuff and I’m gonna support her the whole way. Besides," he shrugged and smiled lopsidedly at Quinn, "you know, gotta say I ain’t too keen on any kids of ours being Fabrays."
"Oh God, more half Jew babies." Santana laughed, "At least my baby is a Lopez." She smiled proudly and kissed Rachel's lips. "But alright, Puckerman... just be good."
"Babe," he smirked, waggling his eyebrows at her, "as you well know, the Puckmeister is always good." When Quinn’s hand met the back of his head again he yelped like a girl. "What was that for?!"
"You’re talking too much," Quinn replied, giving him a smirk as she stood and dusted off her dress, "and I think we have somewhere to be, don’t you?"
"To... be?" It dawned on him what she suggesting and he scrambled to his feet, "Oh yeah! Yeah, definitely. We’ll totally see you guys later."
"Much later," Quinn whispered, grabbing his wrist and dragging him off.
"Wow," Rachel murmured, watching them with wide eyes, before turning to Santana. "Do you think perhaps we’re a bad influence?"
"I don't want to think of him and his small penis defiling my girl." She pouted as she laid down and rested her head in Rachel's lap. "Though, we do have more sex then she should ever know... It's gonna suck when Aaron gets older and accidentally walks in on us banging."
Rachel looked startled for a moment then started combing her finger’s through her girl’s hair as AJ played on her stomach. "That’s why we’ll be getting locks on our bedroom door and utilizing them, sweetheart." She leaned down and kissed Santana slowly, "Because there is no way I am minimizing my time with you any more than I absolutely must."
"My parts love you and I love you too." She smiled and kissed her back. "Wanna go home and do it in the shower?"
"Ooh," Rachel smirked, "that sounds delightful. Perhaps you’d like to indulge in a lap dance on one of the chairs in the kitchen after?" She winked, gathering their things up as much she could with Santana still in her lap.
"Mmhmm." Santana smiled, "By the way, baby, you gotta wear more clothing when you visit me at work. You turned me on and I was wearing short shorts... Not easy to hide parts in those..." She smiled as she rolled off and helped pick up the stuff. "Come on. Let's get home and ignore the fucking in the basement."
"Or maybe," Rachel suggested as she finished cleaning up and slipped AJ into his baby sling so Santana could carry him, "I wear the same thing and just pull you into the bathroom to help with any, ahem, wardrobe problems before I go?"
They laughed, walking off hand in hand as they followed in their friends' footsteps back home.