There's Always Brooklyn - Chapter Eighteen
Title: There's Always Brooklyn
Author: Sio and Maura
Artist: raingoddess2040
Type: AU Post On My Way, future femslash with a het side pairing
Word Count: 195,092
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Santana, Quinn/OMC, past Quinn/Rachel, Santana/Brittany, near miss Quinn/Santana, Quinn/Rachel
Warnings (highlight to read): Explicit sexual content in later chapters, talk of presumed non-con (no actual), minor off-screen violence, strong language, external/general homophobia, child (not kink), parenting (not kink)
Summary: Six years ago, Santana Lopez disappeared following graduation. The costs for therapy and rehab to get out of her chair, made Quinn Fabray realize she couldn't have Yale, so she went with her second acceptance - NYU. Rachel Berry missed out on NYADA but made it into Tisch, only to find herself as roommates with Quinn after tearing herself away from Finn to go to New York. Eventually a gin soaked night led to a tormented relationship that eventually was surrendered to save their fading friendship. When Rachel finally managed to land a Broadway lead under Quinn's management, they were shocked by who showed up for the latest opening as Rachel's assistant.
What neither of them had ever expected was that she'd have a child with her. One she'd ran away to New York to be able to have without the shame Quinn had gone through.
Chapter Eighteen
It was bright, hot and barely a cloud marred the bright blue sky. Quinn wiped a bead of sweat away from the brim of her hat and tugged on the hem of her shorts again. She felt self-conscious about wearing the short khaki shorts and the tank top for a date with Jay - especially one where she was going to meet several of his co-workers for the first time - but Santana had insisted it was the best choice.
Jay pulled up on his motorcycle without the sidecar for once and parked, hopping off to scoop her up into a hug and kiss her with a smile. “You look gorgeous, Quinn. I think if a vote were held today, I’d be the luckiest man in the precinct having you at my side. Are you sure you’re ready to ride behind me?”
“Yes,” She said nervously, “I won’t fall right? I can just hold on tight and I’ll be fine? Like riding a horse?”
“Not exactly like a horse, but I like the idea of you holding on tight,” he winked at her with a grin as he settled the helmet on her head. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Quinn,” he murmured, using a finger to raise her head up, “Not now, not ever. I promise.”
“I know you won’t.” She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Now, lets get going to that picnic. I expect you to dazzle me with your manly barbecuing skills and football tossing.”
“Football tossing yes, but I’m sure the cooking will be under control when we get there,” he laughed, climbing on the bike and grabbing the spare helmet to strap on. “Now climb on and don’t be afraid to hold on as tight as you want. I’m a big boy, I can take a hug from a girl as pretty as you no matter how hard it is.”
She rolled her eyes and climbed on the back, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder. “How’s that?”
“Perfect,” he turned his head just enough to see her as he smiled. “I can even hear you while we ride this way.” Pushing the bike upright, he rocked it down off its kickstand. “Hold on tight, I’m going to head off now.”
Quinn nodded against his shoulder and squeaked softly as he kickstarted his bike.
He laughed softly, but she could feel the vibrations through her arms around him. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe. Wouldn’t do to let my beautiful girlfriend get hurt, now would it?”
“Shush you.” She said as she squeezed him tighter as they headed off down the street.
He just laughed and kept going.
Pulling into the park where the picnic was being held a little later, he kicked the stand down and rocked the bike up onto it. “So, how do you feel about this old beauty now?” he asked, patting the gas tank fondly. “You’ve ridden in her sidecar and now rode behind me. Only thing left is to drive her yourself.” He pulled his helmet off and ran his hand through faintly sweaty hair as he turned to grin at her. “But how do you feel about the two ways you’ve ridden her so far?”
“I prefer being on the back.” She remarked as she slid off and stretched her legs. “I don’t really like the sidecar.”
“The sidecar is officially parked for the duration then,” he smiled at her, getting off himself. “Unless of course we need to carry something in it. I think I prefer feeling you against my back with your arms around me while we ride.”
“It feels more safe, the car makes me feel like i’m gonna get smooshed.” She looked over at the large gathering of people, “Time to make that first impression, huh?”
“Believe me, Quinn,” he smiled at her, taking her helmet and hanging it on his bike’s handlebars across from his. “If anyone could make a good first impression on this group, it’s you.” His smile softened as he offered her his arm, “You could make a good impression covered in mud and wearing a burlap sack, but like you are... you’ll knock them dead and they’ll finally believe me when I tell them how lucky I am you’re my girlfriend.”
She chuckled, “Do they think you made me up?” She smiled as she ran her fingers through her hair.
“I’m not sure if they think you’re entirely fictional or just exaggerated,” he chuckled. “Even Morgan’s not entirely sure what to think of you. After all, it’s not every day someone like me meets an angel.”
“Laying it on pretty hard,” she smiled as she took his hand. “I’m not an angel, I’m just Quinn.”
“You’re an angel to me,” he shrugged, smiling lopsidedly as they walked towards the gathering. “And that’s good enough for me. And you’re more than just Quinn. You’re an amazing manager. A great friend and,” he smiled shyly, raising her hand up to kiss it gently, “the best girlfriend I could ever ask for.”
She smiled as she walked with him, “Do you want to come and hang out with my family next weekend?” She asked, “Santana wants to take her daughter to the central park zoo and Rachel’s coming and I would like you to meet them properly and hang out with us.”
“That sounds amazing. I might have to leave early though,” he shrugged sheepishly. “There’s really no way I can get a full day off on the weekend right now, but I’ll switch to get a night shift. But Santana and Rachel are your family? I thought they were just friends of yours. What about your mom or dad?” He looked curious, not realizing the minefield he was walking into.
“I would prefer to not talk about them,” She said quickly, “My parents live in Ohio and I’m not close to them. I’ve known Santana and Rachel for years and Rachel had been the only constant in my life for the last six... so yeah, family.”
He nodded slowly, “Oh. Okay. Yeah, that sounds great though. I’d love to properly meet them, instead of the awkward way we have the last few times. I didn’t know Santana had a kid,” he smiled lopsidedly. “She’s not scared of cops is she?”
“I don’t think that child is scared of anything.” She smiled, “and yes, Santana has a daughter, she’s five and a awkward mixture of Rachel and Santana’s personalities.”
“Santana and Rachel?” He raised a brow, “Are they... together? Like married with kids and stuff?”
Quinn laughed hard, “No, no. Santana has only been back in our lives since a couple months before Christmas.” She said as they walked, “Rachel has a thing for Santana and I think Santana has one for Rachel but they are both too stubborn to realize it.”
“Really? Huh,” he shrugged, waving at his colleagues. “I wouldn’t have thought that they way they’ve acted around each other that I could see. But, it’ll be neat to meet Santana’s daughter. I love kids and rarely get enough time to hang out with them.”
“She’s cute, kids... are a blessing.” She swallowed, knowing she’d have to tell him about Beth sooner or later. “We should go see your friends.”
“They are,” he nodded, “but I don’t think I’d be ready for kids in my life right now. Little too young, you know?” He smiled at her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s go meet the guys.”
Quinn swallowed as she followed him plastering on a forced smiled before she saw her boyfriend embracing his friends.
“Hey there, girl,” Morgan called, coming over to shake Quinn’s hand with a smile, not certain how much physical contact the other woman was comfortable with. “Well, what do you know. Looks like you really did managed to hook the big fish here. Way to go.”
Quinn smiled, “It’s nice to see you too.” she looked over at Ajay taking to what looked to be Morgan’s husband. “I like having him here, he’s kinda old fashioned in the good way.”
“He’s definitely old fashioned,” she smirked, leaning down to pick up her son. “I bet he hasn’t even come up to your apartment yet or invited you to his, has he. This is Ben, by the way. Ben, this is Quinn. She’s Uncle Jay’s girlfriend.” The little boy waved at her before hiding his face in his mom’s neck, making her chuckle. “Don’t worry, he’s just shy.”
“Hi, Ben.” She smiled, “He’s cute, how old is he?” she asked as she watched him peeking out at her. “And no he’s been a gentleman.”
“That’s our Jay for you,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “You want anything more than this pussyfooting around, you’ll probably have to make the first move, alright? But Ben here’s two. And I’ve got another one running around somewhere, Tonya. She’s five. They’re a handful sometimes but I love them and their dad.” She smiled fondly at the man who appeared to be animatedly discussing some sort of sport with Jay.
Quinn smiled, “I’m okay with slow right now.” she smiled as she looked over at him. “Those are fun ages, my friend’s daughter is five and I can only imagine what it’s like with two!”
“Some days hell and some days heaven with a lot of in between,” Morgan turned her head to kiss Ben’s cheek. “Being a cop means I don’t get to see them as much as I’d like, but we get by. I’ve a handful of nieces and nephews who live around here to help Greg out though. Their parents too.”
“That sounds nice,” Quinn said she looked at her with a smile, “Sounds hard, but worth while.”
She nodded. “It can be hard, having a family with a cop that is. But Greg always tells me it’s worth it.” She smiled over at him, “He calls me his hero. Silly man. But I can promise you this, if you can get Jay to be vulnerable with you and not bottle everything up or start drinking to deal with the stress of the job, he’s going to be there for you no matter what.”
“Sounds like we’ll have to do that for each other,” she said, “But I’ll try my best to make sure he’s okay.”
“Good,” she smiled at Quinn. “He needs someone to look out for him off the job. Come on, let’s get the menfolk some food and fill our own bellies up, okay?”
She followed Morgan and winked at Ajay when he watched her walk away.
Rachel had Brooklyn carefully wrapped in her arms as she supported her against the railing surrounding the penguin enclosure. She smiled at the little girl, pointing out a bird diving into the pool. It wasn’t often that everyone managed to get the day off together, but on the rare occasions that they did, she was quite possibly the happiest person around.
“See? They’re little like us but they swim super fast!” she murmured, as Brooklyn laughed with pleasure. “Maybe someday you’ll be able to swim like them too. What do you think?”
“You think?” Brooklyn asked, “You think I can learn to swim like penguins?” She asked as she looked around through the bars. “Do you think that we can go see the monkeys with mommy? Mommy likes monkeys.”
“We can definitely go see the monkeys with Mommy,” Rachel chuckled. “I like the big cats, though. Don’t you think your Mommy’s a little like a panther? All graceful and strong?”
“Nope, Mommy is like a bear she gives the biggest and best hugs.” She smiled, looking over her shoulder, “Auntie Q’s boyfriend is like a bear.”
“He is definitely a bear. But I really think your mommy is a big cat.” She crinkled her nose at Brooklyn, helping her down. “She loves being warm and curling up with her favorite people. Like you,” she added, tapping Brooklyn on the nose with a grin.
“And you!” Brooklyn whispered, “You’re warm and cuddly. Can I be a kitten and you be big cats?” She asked as she took Rachel’s hand.
Rachel laughed, straightening up. “Sure. Though I’ don’t think I’m big enough to be a big cat. Maybe I’m a smaller one though? Santana!” she called. “You’re the judge! What kind of cat would I be? I’m pretty sure you’d be a panther, so Brooklyn’s your kitten.”
“Well naturally.... even though I’m really happy I didn’t get called a cougar,” Santana smirked as she took her baby into her arms, “I think Rachel might be a red panda.” She beamed, “Tiny, adventurous and cute.”
“Aw,” Brooklyn pouted, snuggling into her mom’s embrace, “but then you’re both not big cats.”
“That’s okay,” Rachel smoothed back an unruly lock of the girl’s hair as she smiled up at her mom. “Sometimes it’s good to be different. I don’t mind being a red panda.”
“They’re seriously not together?” Jay whispered, leaning down so Quinn could hear them. “You’re kidding right?”
“Yeah, I kinda want to puke.” Quinn said as she took her boyfriend’s hand. “They seriously make me want to heave.”
“Really?” He looked down at her curiously, “Why? I think it’s almost sweet. They both obviously love that little girl and they seem very fond of each other as well. Is that bad?”
“They just won’t deal with it.” She shrugged and leaned up for a kiss. “Can we just ignore them?” She said as she followed them.
Santana swung their hands and as she walked with Brooklyn. “Baby, what do you want to have for lunch when we’re done with the Zoo?”
“Hot dogs?” She asked curiously haven gotten to have the treat at Lily’s party the weekend before.
Rachel blanched slightly but decided that she’d be able to find something to eat later and just let the child have her fun. Turning to walk backwards - trusting Santana to let her know if she was going to trip on something - she smiled brightly at the pair following them. “So, Jay, what are your plans regarding our Quinn?”
He blinked, wide-eyed at the sudden questions. “I... well, I... um...” he stammered, caught flat-footed.
“Rachel!” Quinn shrieked, “What are you even doing?” She said as she looked at her then back to Santana. “San! Control her!”
“Not mine to control,” Santana said as she smirked at what Rachel was doing.
“Quinn, there is absolutely no reason for alarm.” She smiled charmingly at the pair, taking secret amusement in Quinn’s red cheeks. “He’s obviously bidding for entry into our family unit, so it is natural for us as the closest representatives of your family and the people who love you most to be concerned as to his intentions towards you. I’m only looking out for you, Quinn. After all, I would be most displeased if he were to break your heart,” her smile turned cold for a moment. “And well, you and Santana know how I am when I’m displeased. So, Officer Singh? What are your intentions?”
“I,” he stammered, blushing despite the tan of his skin and clearing his throat nervously. “I really like her,” he admitted softly, glancing down at Quinn. “I mean, I really like her. And I’d really like her to be in my life for a long time.”
Santana just gaped at Rachel, “Holy shit, Rachel... time and place!” she hissed as she covered Brooklyn’s ears. Quinn looked pale scared that Rachel was going to scare him off, she looked down at the ground and kicked a stone.
“Rachel, you are dead,” Quinn hissed, “San! Find me a slushy!”
“Don’t you even dare, Quinn,” Rachel glared at her. “Santana, exactly what has been discussed just now that cannot be said in front of Brooklyn? And Jay, thank you. That was a lovely answer.”
“Quinn,” he looked down at her confusedly, “what are you getting so upset about? She’s your friend... I’d expect those sorts of questions. And you should expect similar,” he pointed out mildly, “when you meet my family.”
“Yes, but I expect them to have more tact!” Quinn glared, “And Brooke’s ears got covered because San swore.” Santana nodded and slipped away over to the concession stand.
“There is absolutely nothing untactful about requesting to know if your beau has good intentions towards you,” Rachel frowned. “I haven’t the faintest idea why you are getting so upset. I’d expect you to ask the same sort of thing of anyone I became involved with after all.”
“I’ll be sure to ask Santana awkwardly in public,” she mumbled as she tucked herself into Jay’s arm. “It caught me off guard, can we finish this trip to the zoo?”
Rachel rubbed her arms and looked down at the ground. “Perhaps it would be for the best if I simply returned home. I’m obviously just upsetting everyone, no need to wear out my welcome.”
“Rachel, it’s fine,” Jay tried calming her down, but she was upset and not in the mood.
Santana came back over with Brooklyn who was sipping out of a cup. “Ready to see the monkeys?” she said, her hand sneaking onto the small of Rachel’s back.
“Why you sad, Rachie?” Brooklyn asked as she held up her cup with two hands. “Want some of my treat? It’s grape. It’s yummy.”
Rachel smiled softly, crouching down to Brooklyn’s height. “No thank you, sweetie. I really don’t like slushies. I had a few too many when I was younger. I’m just feeling tired. I think I might head home and lie down so I don’t spoil everyone’s outing with you, okay?”
“NO!” Brooklyn exclaimed, “I wanted to come with you!” Her lip started to tremble, “I wanted to play with you!”
“Brooklyn,” Santana scolded. “Rachel, please don’t go okay?”
“Please don’t yell at her because of me, Santana. I wanted to come with you too,” Rachel murmured sadly, unhappy that everything was ruined because of her. “I love spending time with you and your mom, but I’m making everyone upset... I suppose I’m still not very good with people.”
“No! I didn’t wanna come with anyone but you!” Brooklyn cried as she threw her slushy down and bolted.
“Fuck!” Santana said as she took off into a sprint after her daughter who was weaving through the people. Quinn reached out and took Rachel’s arm so she wouldn’t run after them.
“Let Santana handle this...” she said softly, “just don’t leave.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” she hissed, trying to control her emotions. “I ruin everything. I don’t even know why you’re friends with me. I can’t ask a simple question without everyone getting angry and then I chased away a little girl who means the world to me!” She scrubbed angrily at her eyes. “Just tell me to go away if I’m that much of a bother, Quinn!”
Jay had taken off to help Santana catch Brooklyn before anything bad happened to her, leaving the two former lovers alone together.
“Jay doesn’t know that we were together!” Quinn admitted, “He doesn’t know and I don’t know how well he would take to it. As much as I love you for what you said, it’s very much different when it comes from my ex-girlfriend.”
“What does it matter that we were together if he doesn’t even know? It’s in the past, Quinn.” She stared at her, not sure if she was hurting from hearing that Quinn couldn’t even acknowledge that they’d been together or just from being yelled at for worrying about her. “If you don’t want him to know, fine. I’ll be your dirty little secret. I don’t care. I wasn’t asking as your ex-girlfriend. I was asking as your friend because I worry about you.” She jerked her arm out of Quinn’s grasp, “But I guess that doesn’t mean much.”
“Please stop,” Quinn pleaded, “I fucked it up.” she looked at her and took her hand, “I got caught off guard please stop being upset, please can we just have a good day. I’m so sorry, you’re not a dirty secret, I’m proud to have been with you... he and I just aren’t there in our relationship to talk about exes yet.”
“You don’t have to keep calling me your ex, you know,” Rachel muttered, walking over to slump down on a bench nearby. “It makes it sound like we’re not even friends. You’re the closest friend I have. You’re practically a sister... why can’t I make sure he’s not going to hurt you without being yelled at?”
“Because it caught me off guard, I’m nervous being here with him when we’re still so new.” she admitted, “I overreacted, I’m so sorry.” Quinn crouched down in front of Rachel, “You are my family and I love you.”
“So what?” she looked at Quinn sadly, “Do I need to expect you to revert back to high school whenever I catch you off guard around him? Should I start wearing those awful clothes and carrying my emergency slushy kit again?”
“No, please don’t hate me. Rachel, you can be mad at me for being a bitch today but please don’t leave. Not because of me...”
“I’m not leaving,” she sighed, wiping at her face again, “and I’ve never been able to hate you. It just hurt that you threatened me with a slushie after all these years. And you were going to make Santana get it for you... were you going to throw it in front of Brooklyn?” She hugged herself, feeling tiny and miserable, “Let her see what kind of loser I really am?”
“You’re a brilliant, beautiful Broadway star,” Quinn said as she cupped Rachel’s cheek, “I was never going to do that. Never again.” She said pressing a kiss to Rachel’s head, “Brooklyn loves you, she adores and idolizes you.”
“Sweet Barbra would you and everyone else please stop telling me how much Brooklyn loves me?!” She sat back against the bench, her hands tightly gripping her skirt to keep from lashing out. “I know, okay? I don’t need it thrown at me all the time! Yes, she loves me, no, her mom doesn’t, so can we please move on?”
“You need to get your shit together or you’re gonna scare Santana away.” Quinn sighed, “She’s just as scared as you are and she might have more to lose.” Quinn looked around, “We shouldn’t talk about this, not when you’re upset and pissed at me.”
“No we shouldn’t talk about this anywhere,” Rachel muttered, staring at the ground. “I just wanted to have a nice day with my family today. I was so happy because we were all together,” her jaw worked as she stared at the ground. “Why did it all get messed up? You know me, Quinn. You know how I talk to people... why did you have to get upset and threaten me with that?”
“Because I’m scared that I’m gonna lose him when he figures out all the bad shit I’ve done,” she said. “That he won’t be okay with my past and I’m sorry I lashed out at you... I won’t do it again.”
“Don’t make promises like that,” she muttered. “Quinn, do you remember high school? How messed up everything got because you were scared to tell Finn the truth about Beth?” She looked at Quinn, letting her see the honesty in her eyes, “Don’t be like that with Jay. Just talk to him. He seems to be an honestly good man who truly cares about you. Tell him the truth. Don’t hold back and don’t lie. Maybe he’ll be upset, but he’ll appreciate the honesty.”
“Yeah,” Quinn sighed, “something about being a kinda gay teenaged mother doesn’t really seem like the most attractive quality.”
“What about being a gay teen mom?” Santana asked as she came back over holding a still crying Brooklyn in her arms.
“Nothing, San,” Quinn sighed, “Is she okay?”
“She had a hissy fit and did her version of a diva storm off,” Santana said as she rubbed her crying daughter’s back. “Your boyfriend is handy to have around. He caught up to her before I did.”
Rachel held her arms out to Santana trepidatiously. “Can I hold her?” she asked softly, ready to be rejected.
“Of course,” Santana whispered as she carefully moved her daughter into Rachel’s arms.
“Shh,” Rachel murmured, cradling the sobbing girl against her chest. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise, Brooklyn. I’ll never leave you if I have any choice in the matter.”
Jay came jogging over a few minutes later with his arms full of cups and bottles. “I got some drinks for everyone,” he explained unnecessarily as he started handing things out, ending with a bottle of water for Rachel. “I didn’t know what else to get you.”
She looked at the bottle and accepted it with a tiny laugh. “This is perfect, Jay. Thank you. Come on, sweetie. Stop crying, it’s okay. You’re going to see the monkeys and the bears with me still right?”
“I’ll be good, please stay.” Brooklyn whimpered, breaking her mother’s heart with her cries. “I’ll be you and mommy’s kitten still, I’ll be good and won’t run away.”
“It’s good not to run away, but I promise I won’t leave, okay?” Rachel smiled at her, kissing her head gently, “So dry those tears, alright? Here, look. Jay got you a special cup. Doesn’t it look like a monkey?” She showed her the cup of lemonade that Jay had handed her, having avoided getting any slushies after her comments earlier.
“Monkey cup?” she asked as she looked up from Rachel’s shoulder, “For me? But... I was a bad girl.”
“You’re never a bad girl,” Santana said wiping her daughter’s cheeks, “You just got upset then scared mommy and Rachie. You scared Auntie Q and Jay too.”
“And it was my fault for upsetting you,” Rachel added. “You’re our kitten. You’re not bad. I promise.”
Jay crouched by the end of the bench beside Quinn and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, “You seemed upset, so I figured it’d be best to help catch the little one and give you some time with your best friend...”
“Yeah... I’ll be fine.” She sighed, “Sorry you had to see that.” she said apologetically, “I wasn’t really the nicest person for a long time and when I get scared it comes out.”
“It’s okay,” he smiled lopsidedly, “you’re still the sweetest person I know. Even if you do have a temper.”
"I do." She said, "Was Santana okay when you found her?" Quinn asked worriedly, "She's looks scared."
“I caught her just before she could run into the street,” he frowned worriedly. “I’d be scared too if that’d been my kid. She’s really attached to Rachel to get that upset about the possibility of her leaving early...”
"She hasn't really had any family around her... San's a single mom and her parents kicked her out when she got pregnant." She sighed, watching Santana and Rachel try to calm the little girl down. "I think she's scared of being abandoned and her mom being unhappy."
“I don’t think she has anything to worry about when it comes to being abandoned by those two,” he mused. “By the way,” he smiled at her, “I’m glad I got to meet your family and I’m happy you’ve got someone who loves you enough to worry about me.” He reached over and cupped her cheek, pulling her into a gentle kiss, “I really do plan on keeping you in my life for a long time, Quinn Fabray.”
She blushed and hugged him, "I like the sound of that." She whispered against this chest.
Santana hugged her daughter as the little girl nursed her monkey drink. "Don't ever run away from me again." She whispered, "You scared me so much."
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Brooklyn whispered, cuddled between the two women on the bench. “I was scared.”
“We were both scared when you ran away,” Rachel pointed out. “Promise you won’t do that again? You’re a big girl, Brooklyn. When you’re scared and no one is trying to hurt you, you need to talk about why you’re scared so we can help fix it. Okay?”
"I know." She whimpered and sucked on her straw. "I was upset."
"I know, beautiful," she kissed her daughter temple, "I love you so much and please never scare me like that again. If it wasn't for Ajay you could have gotten really hurt."
“He caught me,” she whispered. “He’s a lot bigger than you and Rachie, Mommy. I was up high when he picked me up.”
Santana laughed, "Maybe he can toss you around if you ask him nicely when we go play in the park." She smiled and pushed her hair back. "Come on, baby, let’s go see the monkeys then go to the park and have some lunch."
“Really?” she looked slightly cheered up by that idea. “Would he really? Come on, Rachie! Monkeys and park so we can play!”
Rachel laughed, letting her pull her up off the bench. “She certainly doesn’t stay upset long, does she?”
"Nope, we have a mope for ten minutes then cheer up policy in the Lopez household." Santana smiled before leaning over and secretly kissing Rachel's cheek behind Brooklyn's head. She stood up and picked up her daughter and moved her so she was riding piggy-back.
"Come on, you love birds, let’s go check out the last exhibit and then get some foods." Santana smiled as she headed off.
Rachel stared at Santana in a form of shock at the little kiss. Sure, it was just a peck on her cheek but it was far more than she’d ever gotten from the other woman in public around the rest of their unusual little family. She licked her lips slightly, nodding slowly. “Y-yes. Santana’s right. We should be moving if we wish to have time to play in the park before Jay has to leave to prepare for work.”
He groaned, rising to his feet and holding out his hand to help Quinn up. “Don’t remind me. I hate working nights on the weekend, so you ladies better be worth it,” he teased.
"I'm worth it!" Brooklyn called over, "I'm fun!" She smiled as she hugged her mom's neck.
"She is so much like you it hurts." Quinn remarked as she nudged Santana's arm.
“She is the epitome of Santana’s charm and vigor without the occasional descents into anger that marked her earlier years,” Rachel pointed out, catching up to the others. “I happen to think it’s adorable.”
"You would." Quinn smirked as she walked with Ajay towards the monkeys that Santana and Brooklyn were already looking at. "I'm taking you to Lopez-anonymous. You need a program to help you with your addiction." she joked.
She looked at Quinn like she’d lost her mind, “Don’t be ridiculous, Quinn. First, such a thing doesn’t exist. Second, I’m not addicted. That’s absurd.”
Quinn just smiled and moved to the edge of the enclosure. The orangutans were laying about and there was a smaller one that was swinging on a structure.
"Mommy look, just like in the Jungle Book movie!" Brooklyn giggled as she watched the monkeys.
“Which one?” Rachel asked idly, moving to lean against the railing beside Santana and Brooklyn.
Brooklyn pointed up at the larger animal moving around to the baby. "Like the singing monkey, the king!" she smiled as she hummed happily.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh, I wanna be like you ooh, ooh,” Rachel sang softly with a smirk, “I wanna walk like you, talk like you ooh, ooh, ooh.”
Jay laughed, “You got a pretty nice voice for a silly song.”
"Yay!" Brooklyn clapped, "Rachie sings pretty!" she smiled and wiggled on her mom's back which made Santana reach her arms around to hold her close.
"Yes, maybe we should be auditioning you for the Jungle Book musical." Quinn smirked as she put her hand on Brooklyn's back just in case.
Rachel scowled at Quinn, “I hardly think my repertoire is suited to the musical caperings of an overweight, smelly orangutan, Quinn. Don’t you even dare.”
Jay laughed softly, leaning down to kiss Quinn’s cheek, “Stop baiting the bear, sweetheart.”
Quinn chuckled, and shook her head. "Whatever short stuff." She smiled and stuck her tongue out at Rachel.
"Alright children," Santana clapped as she turned away from the Monkey's when Brooklyn started to get bored. "Park and food?"
“Food!” Brooklyn cheered, looking up at her mom with big, pleading eyes, “Hot dogs?”
"Yes little monkey," santana chuckled as she held her on her hip despite the fact she was really to big to be carried. "You may have a hot dog." she kissed her daughter's nose, "What about you guys? Hot dogs? They have the falafal places in the park Rach..."
Jay shrugged, “Sounds good to me.”
“Let’s at least make sure the stand serves kosher hot dogs,” Rachel sighed. “Then at least it’s high quality meat and it’s all beef. I doubt Brooklyn would be happy eating pork since I know you avoid it, Santana. Perhaps I can find something less... dubious to eat for those of us not in the mood for hot dogs as well?”
"Yep." Santana said, "There is a cafe thing that's not a cart near the playground." Santana said as she took them towards the exit. "I called earlier and they don't have tree nuts in their stuff and it's not all pre packaged."
“You’re getting almost as good at forethought about these things as I am,” Rachel teased. “Then, after we eat, the more vigorous can play while the others rest. How does that sound?”
“Works for me,” Jay grinned. “Though I doubt you’d be able to keep up with me, Tiny.”
She laughed, “Oh, is that a challenge?”
“Perhaps,” he smirked, an arm resting casually around Quinn’s shoulders as they walked.
Santana chuckled, putting her daughter down to skip next to them as they walked to the cafe. She brought them up to the counter and looked over the menu, thankful that they had an organic hot dog. She ordered one of those and a veggie wrap for herself with fruit on the side for her and Brooklyn to share.
Deciding on just having some fruit when the person behind the counter refused to make the veggie wrap without the mayo-based sauce, Rachel finished ordering, then gestured for Quinn and Jay to submit their orders as well. Before too long, the group was heading back outside to find a table.
"I'm sorry there isen't more for you to eat here..." Santana said sadly, "I have some of those vegan granola bars in my purse if you want them."
“It’s fine, Santana. Thank you for thinking of me, but I promise that this is sufficient,” she smiled at her, nibbling on a piece of pineapple.
“Weird that they wouldn’t just make the silly thing without the sauce,” Jay commenting, taking a bite out of his hot dog.
She shrugged, “It’s fine. I’ve learned to pick my battles and I really wasn’t hungry enough to make that one of them.”
Brooklyn looked anxiously at the hotdog, "Mommy, cut in half?" she asked as she tried to figure out how to eat it.
"Of course." Santana said as she cut it in half and put a napkin down her shirt to prevent ketchup accidents. She helped the girl get a handle on it before taking a bite of her own wrap.
“Perhaps cutting the meat in half lengthwise would help as well?” Rachel suggested, looking nervously at the size of the bite Brooklyn was trying to take. “Or maybe into bite size pieces?”
"Babe, nibble." Santana said, "Like a little bunny." she said as Brooklyn took small bites, Santana turned to Rachel and shrugged, "She'll get it everywhere if we cut it anymore."
“If you’re certain,” she still looked nervous, but she ate at her fruit relatively quietly as everyone chatted while eating.
Once they’d all finished and cleaned up, Brooklyn wiggled out of her seat at the table and hurried around to tug on Rachel and Jay’s hands. “Play now, please? I wanna fly. Can I? Please?”
Jay laughed, “If it’s okay with your mom, then sure.”
“Yay!” she cheered, looking at Santana, “Please can I fly, Mommy?”
"Alright, but you listen to Rachel and Ajay, okay." She said as she looked the girl in the eyes, "You be good and polite." Santana kissed her head and swatted playfully at her butt as she ran off with her two playmates. Santana grabbed Quinn's hand and their bags and headed over to the grass. She laid out the blanket she had stuffed in her backpack that morning and plopped down on it.
Quinn settled down beside her, watching Rachel and Jay run around the field with the little girl playing what looked like a modified version of tag that involved Brooklyn being scooped up and swooped around to try and tag Rachel. “They’re having fun,” she murmured, glancing over at Santana. “I’m sorry about earlier. My overreacting and upsetting Rachel really didn’t help things.”
"It's fine. I didn't help ether." She shrugged and slid her glasses over her eyes as she took off her zip sweatshirt to get some sun on her shoulders. "It was a really random timing for her to say that. She shouldn't have done it right there and then."
“Yeah, but I guess I should have expected it out of her,” she shrugged, leaning back on the blanket with her hands folded behind her head. “I mean, it’s Rachel. When has she ever really been tactful without being prompted?”
"This is true," Santana said before sliding over and resting her head on Quinn's stomach. "She's kinda crazy.... but in a good way," she stated before looking over at Ajay lifting Brooklyn up. "I like him, Q. You should keep him around, I might needs a couch moved. He's sturdy."
“You would go to your heavy lifting benefit when it comes to my boyfriend,” Quinn laughed, ruffling Santana’s hair. “I suppose at least I don’t have to worry about Rachel trying to steal him when she’s all wrapped up in you, hmm?” she teased, probing to see if what she was starting to suspect about them was true.
"She's not wrapped up in me." She said as she turned her head to look at Quinn. "She's just really good with my kid."
“Yeah,” Quinn scoffed, “And being good with your kid is why she goes out of her way to do things for you like making sure she has your favorite snacks around or knowing your coffee order.”
"i'm not really sure, since i'm her assistant." Santana said with a shrug. "I know your favorite snacks and coffee order,” she challenged.
“Uh-huh,” Quinn agreed easily, “and your boss always has known your tastes in things, hmm? Or taken the trouble to find things out about you to surprise you? And don’t think I haven’t seen the way she smiles at you.”
"Back off, Q." Santana warned as she looked away, "What about you and the cop? You doing it yet? Did it break your streak of lesbianism? She said trying to change the subject.
“No, Ajay’s a gentleman and isn’t being pushy like Finn or the other boys were,” Quinn huffed, annoyed at being put off. “And Rachel’s the only woman I ever slept with. Big streak.”
"You almost slept with me," she smirked and looked over her friend, "Are you ready to be knocking boots with him? Wanna go get profloacticos?"
“I don’t know,” she turned her head to watch him and Rachel laughing and running around with Brooklyn. “He doesn’t know about my past so... maybe not yet. What about you?” She grinned wickedly at Santana, happy to turn the subject back to her, “Would you knock boots as you so crudely put it with Rachel if she offered?”
"We're not talking about my non-need for condoms and birth control; we're talking about yours." She said, "I'll make you an appointment if you want. I'll come with ya."
“Santana, I am not fifteen any more,” Quinn huffed. “I’ve been on birth control since after Beth was born. Besides that I am a grown adult with a good career. Why do you have to act as if I’m completely incapable of taking care of myself sexually?”
"I was just offering," Santana pouted, "Damn, sorry for being a good friend."
“You are a good friend,” she reminded her. “But I promise that I’ll be careful with Ajay, Santana. Giving Beth up hurt enough. I never want to have to go through that again.”
"I know..." She sighed, "it's just when I started sleeping with girls I went off birth control... then Brooke happened. I know you wouldn't do that again I just don't wanna see you hurting anymore."
“I appreciate the sentiment, but it was just easier to stay on birth control while I was with Rachel,” Quinn shrugged. “It... regulated things, made my mood swings a little less drastic. I’ve mellowed as I’ve gotten older, but it’s habit to stay on it now. I’m not going to go off it until I’m either ready to have a kid again or too old to worry about it.”
Santana nodded, "Yeah." She said as she looked over at her daughter. "You think you want a kid someday?"
She laid there for a moment watching Jay tossing a laughing Brooklyn up in the air and smiling softly. “I don’t know. Maybe.” She glanced down at Santana, “Think you’ll be around to keep me from panicking if I do?”
"Of course." Santana smiled, "I would love to be around and help you out." she tapped Quinn's nose, "You'd be a great mom."
“Maybe,” Quinn smiled wistfully, “I already gave up once though. What about Rachel?” She nodded at the young woman rolling around in the grass with Brooklyn, “Think she’d be a good mom?”
"You didn't get a chance but you gave someone else that chance. Doesn't mean you can't have a baby of your own someday. Rachel? She'd be a great mom." Santana said, "Though I doubt she'd be willing to get pregnant and spend that much time away from the stage."
She snorted, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I’m pretty certain she’s got time scheduled off specifically to have kids written into that ridiculous life plan of hers.”
"I know." Santana said, "She's still really young. She has to make it big first, taking time off in the next few years would ruin her career."
“So why don’t you do it for her?” Quinn teased. “You’ve obviously got good genetics and you’re into her.”
"I think that would take my assistant role to a whole new level." She said, "I don't think letting Rachel rent out my womb for her offspring was part of my contract..." she said, "unless that was in the fine print."
Quinn sucked on her teeth for a moment, frowning at Santana. “You are determined to not admit you want her aren’t you. This isn’t going to be another Brittany mess, is it, Santana? She’s right there. She adores Brooklyn and she’s just waiting for you to be willing to let her in...”
"Quinn... I'm not talking about this." Santana said, "I'm focusing on my daughter and my job... It's too much to handle anything else."
She sighed, shaking her head. “God, you’re stubborn. Just... don’t wait forever, Santana. She’s loyal and she’ll give you everything she has if you let her, but if she finds someone...”
"Quinn. Just please stop, okay?" Santana said, "We're figuring it out... we're handling it."
Her eyes narrowed and she sat up slightly. “Figuring out what, Santana? You’ve both been insisting the other all but hates you so... figuring out what?”
"Jesus, Quinn we're sleeping together!" Santana said in a huff, "You can't fire me okay? I need this job... you can't tell anyone."
“You’re what?” she stared at her with wide eyes, jaw slightly dropped. “Santana, I’m not going to fire you over being involved with Rachel. I just... you’re seriously sleeping with her?! For how long?”
"About a month and a half..." she whispered as she sat up and hugged her legs.
“Jesus,” Quinn whispered, sitting up the rest of the way. “And you two keep insisting that you’re not together... have you been lying to me?” she sounded hurt. “God, Santana, I wouldn’t fire you over doing the one thing I’d been pushing you to try...”
"I... I can't..." She said, "I'm scared to do this again. It's more than me this time. It's my job, it's my daughter. If I fuck this up or if Rachel leaves... Brooklyn will get hurt. I can't risk telling her until we're sure."
“Fine,” Quinn took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “don’t tell her until you’re sure, but I can promise you, Rachel won’t leave. Look at me,” she shrugged with a lopsided smile, “I came so close to actually physically hurting her before we broke up, but she’s still here. Look at how she was with Finn or Jesse in high school. She’s really that kind of loyal, Santana. You’d have to do something pretty awful to lose her now that she finally has you...”
"I know." She sighed, and rested her head on her knees. "I just... Rachel doesn't wanna be public because of her job. I'm not ready to tell Brooklyn despite the fact she loves Rachel. I can't properly date her because I don't have any time..."
“Santana,” there was a tone of warning in Quinn’s voice, “if you’re just using her to get off... end it now. She’s wanted you forever and the longer you’re together, the more she’s going to fall for you. So if this is just something you’re playing at because you can’t get anything better...” She shook her head as she trailed off.
"That is not what's going on!" Santana exclaimed, "I care about her! It's just fucking scary okay?"
“Shh!” Quinn hissed at her as she noticed Rachel looking over worriedly. “Calm down, okay? I’m just worried about her. She still opens herself up too fast and I don’t want her getting hurt.” She reached over and rubbed Santana’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Santana. I’ve been giving you more responsibilities at work to protect you in case something like this happened.” She sighed softly, “So... are you two like... dating or just....” she trailed off again.
"I don't know what we are." Santana sighed, "It's not just sex because there are feelings and she spends too much time around my daughter for it to be just that. I think about her when we're not together and I like spending time with her... but I also know it's not dating because we can't be together in public."
“You sure about that?” Quinn asked with a wry grin. “Cause the three of you do tend to show up together in a lot of places.” She rubbed at her eyes, “Okay. If you want her, San - and I mean really want her in your life - then go for her. Leave any fallout to me. I can handle it.” She paused a moment, glancing at her oldest friend with a gentle smile, “I still want you on my team as more than an assistant though. You should really give college a thought.”
"Maybe when Brooklyn is a big bigger. She has all of my non working time now and I want to give that to her. My parents left me with a baby sitter most of my childhood to work, I don't want to do that." She sighed, "Maybe online courses in the fall..." She looked over and saw the three coming over to them. Brooklyn ran up and pounced on her mother before snuggling in her chest.
"Mommy, you see how high Jay made me fly?" Brooklyn asked.
"I know, babe! It was awesome, did you say thank you?" Santana questioned as she looked over at Rachel and handed her the water bottle.
“Uh-huh,” Brooklyn nodded, reaching for her monkey cup to get a drink. “It was lots of fun, Uncle Jay.”
Rachel just laughed softly and shook her head at the appellation. “She came up with that on her own, Santana. Don’t look at me.”
“It’s okay,” Jay chuckled coming up to flop down beside Quinn with a content sigh. “I have no problem being an uncle to a kid that cute.”
"She's gonna get such a complex," Santana said as she laid back down and put her head on Rachel's thigh when Brooklyn was done drinking. The little girl nuzzled against her mom's sun warmed skin as they laid against Rachel.
Quinn sneakily snapped a photo of them on her camera before they could notice.
“Why would she get a complex from having a family, Santana?” Rachel asked curiously, idly brushing her fingers though the woman’s hair absent-mindedly. “That seems a little odd, don’t you think?”
"Cause she's mini-me," Santana smiled as she held her daughter who had promptly fallen asleep. "She likes the attention."
“She deserves the attention,” Rachel chuckled softly, smiling at Santana the special way she reserved for the woman, even though she hadn’t noticed it yet. “You both do.”
"Yeah, yeah." She shrugged. "Quinnnnn," Santana whined, "Can we takes naps here? Don't wanna move."
“You can take a nap wherever you want, Santana,” Quinn chuckled softly. “Nothing’s ever stopped you before after all.”
Santana nodded and her eyes fell closed as she snuggled her daughter. Quinn rolled her eyes and watched them for a few moments, smiling when Ajay moved to put his head in her lap.
“I swear to God she’s narcoleptic,” Quinn chuckled as she rested her hand on his chest. “We should get you to work soon.”
“Mmm, in a bit.” He smiled up at her, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair. “Can I just enjoy a moment with my favorite girl first?”
Quinn leaned down and kissed him softly, “I don’t like worrying about you on night shifts. New York is shady at night.”
“Everywhere is shady at night, angel,” he shrugged. “But if it’d make you feel better, I could come by and see you when I get off tomorrow morning?”
“I’ll make you breakfast before you crash, okay?” She said as she slid her hands over to his and linked them. “You can sleep at my place if you want so you don’t have to go back to Queens.”
“You want me to come up to your apartment?” he asked softly with a shy smile. “I... I’d like that...”
“I don’t want you riding your bike when your sleepy,” She said, “But yes, I’d like to give you breakfast and let you sleep at my place.”
He nodded, pulling her down to kiss her softly, “Is it too much or too soon to ask if you’ll lie with me for a bit before you head off to do whatever it is angels do on Sundays?”
“Church?” she teased. “And yes, I’ll lay with you before I leave and when I come back if you’d like.”
“Oh ugh, you reminded me. I have to go to church or I’ll never hear the end of it,” he groaned. “Want company and we can nap after?”
“God understands that you’re a cop, “ she said, “decide in the morning okay?
“God may understand but Momma doesn’t,” he shrugged, grinning ruefully, “and I’ve never been able to lie to Momma. It’ll be fine if you don’t mind me being around all day... probably sleeping mostly though.”
“I’m okay with that.” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair, “So come to church with me?”
He glanced over at where the other girls were dozing in the warm sun and licked his lips before glancing up at Quinn again. “Come to Ramapo with me next month and meet my family? I know it’s early and you don’t have to, but... I want to introduce my angel to them.” He raised her hand to kiss the knuckles. “It’s okay if you don’t want to yet though. Don’t worry. We have lots of time for that later if you think it’s too soon...”
“Sure” She said softly, “Can we talk some tomorrow, I have a few things I need to tell you.” she looked down nervously trying to hide the shake in her voice.
“Nothing bad right?” He asked with a nervous chuckle, “I mean, you’re not married right? And you haven’t killed anyone or done horrible things to kids, right?”
“No,” She wondered if giving her daughter counted as a horrible thing. “I just need to tell you a few things.”
He nodded, “Okay. Sure. We can talk tomorrow.” He smiled at her, “Maybe over breakfast?”
“Sounds good.” she said before kissing him. “we should wake them up before they burn.”
“Yeah. I need to get home to change before I go in tonight too,” he nodded, sitting up with a low groan. “Hey, you three,” he reached over and shook Santana’s ankle, “rise and shine. You know for two people who aren’t together, you sure look like a family.”
“Don’t make me steal your tazer.” Santana mumbled as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Time to head home, baby.” she whispered to her daughter.
Rachel groaned as she pried her eyes open when Santana and Brooklyn started stirring. “That’s it. I’m officially requesting a nap when I get home. Today has worn me out. Anyone want to second me on that?”
Jay laughed. “I’d love to, but I’ve got to get back to Queens and ready for work.”
“I'll nap with you, Rachie.” Brooklyn yawned, “Mommy and Auntie Q can play.”
Rachel chuckled softly, “That sounds wonderful, sweetie. Let’s head home so we can do that, okay?”
Brooklyn scrambled up and tugged at Santana’s hand. “Mommy, let’s go.”
“I think I have usurped your place as chief cuddler during nap time,” Rachel teased, standing and dusting herself off before offering a hand to Santana.
Jay helped Quinn up. “Come on, angel. Walk me back to my bike for a kiss good luck for a quiet shift tonight?”
“Of course.” Quinn smiled as she got up and walked with him.
Santana took Rachel’s hand and got up. “Come on, beautiful girls.” she said as she picked up their stuff.
“I get to nap with Rachie?” Brooklyn asked, looking up at Santana with a smile. “We going home with Rachie or she going home with us?”
Rachel just glanced at Santana and shrugged, leaving the decision up to her.
“Your choice today, Brooklyn. Where do you want to sleep?” Santana asked as she slipped her bag over her sun kissed shoulders.
“Hmm,” she thought about it, “my bed? We can cuddle with Froggie and Pony too then.” She smiled between the women.
“Sure, that sounds fun,” Rachel murmured, squeezing her hand as they walked past Quinn kissing Jay on his motorcycle. “Having fun, Quinn?” she called out teasingly, letting her know they were leaving.
Quinn just raised her hand in a wave, never detaching her lips from Ajay’s. Brooklyn scrunched her face up for a second before tugging on Santana’s shorts. “Mommy? Why is Uncle Jay eating Auntie Q’s face?”
Santana chuckled and escorted her daughter towards the street with Rachel. “They’re kissing.”
“Because they like each other very, very much,” Rachel added, rolling her eyes at Santana with a fond smile.
Brooklyn thought about that for a moment, then looked up at Santana with big eyes, “Mommy, how come you never eat Rachie’s face? Don’t you like her?”
Rachel turned bright red and clamped her mouth shut to avoid laughing at the startled expression on Santana’s face.
Santana gaped. “Baby, Uncle Jay is Quinn’s boyfriend. She... She can do that with him,” she stammered pleading with her gaze for Rachel’s help.
Brooklyn pouted and stamped her foot before Rachel could say anything. “Rachie, you should be Mommy’s boyfriend. Maybe if you eat her face she’ll be happy like Auntie Quinn is with Uncle Jay.”
“Brooklyn,” Rachel chided gently, “I can’t be your mom’s boyfriend. I’m not a boy.”
“That’s not fair!” she pouted. “You make Mommy smile. I like when Mommy smiles! Why can’t she be your not a boy boyfriend, Mommy?”
“Your Mommy just doesn’t like me that way, sweetie,” Rachel tried to explain, smiling awkwardly. “We’re just good friends. Who love you very much.”
“Brooklyn, let’s just go home.” Santana sighed, “We’re done talking about this.”
Brooklyn pouted, but quieted down as they continued back to Santana and Brooklyn’s home.
Chapter Nineteen
Author: Sio and Maura
Artist: raingoddess2040
Type: AU Post On My Way, future femslash with a het side pairing
Word Count: 195,092
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Characters/Pairings: Rachel/Santana, Quinn/OMC, past Quinn/Rachel, Santana/Brittany, near miss Quinn/Santana, Quinn/Rachel
Warnings (highlight to read): Explicit sexual content in later chapters, talk of presumed non-con (no actual), minor off-screen violence, strong language, external/general homophobia, child (not kink), parenting (not kink)
Summary: Six years ago, Santana Lopez disappeared following graduation. The costs for therapy and rehab to get out of her chair, made Quinn Fabray realize she couldn't have Yale, so she went with her second acceptance - NYU. Rachel Berry missed out on NYADA but made it into Tisch, only to find herself as roommates with Quinn after tearing herself away from Finn to go to New York. Eventually a gin soaked night led to a tormented relationship that eventually was surrendered to save their fading friendship. When Rachel finally managed to land a Broadway lead under Quinn's management, they were shocked by who showed up for the latest opening as Rachel's assistant.
What neither of them had ever expected was that she'd have a child with her. One she'd ran away to New York to be able to have without the shame Quinn had gone through.
Chapter Eighteen
It was bright, hot and barely a cloud marred the bright blue sky. Quinn wiped a bead of sweat away from the brim of her hat and tugged on the hem of her shorts again. She felt self-conscious about wearing the short khaki shorts and the tank top for a date with Jay - especially one where she was going to meet several of his co-workers for the first time - but Santana had insisted it was the best choice.
Jay pulled up on his motorcycle without the sidecar for once and parked, hopping off to scoop her up into a hug and kiss her with a smile. “You look gorgeous, Quinn. I think if a vote were held today, I’d be the luckiest man in the precinct having you at my side. Are you sure you’re ready to ride behind me?”
“Yes,” She said nervously, “I won’t fall right? I can just hold on tight and I’ll be fine? Like riding a horse?”
“Not exactly like a horse, but I like the idea of you holding on tight,” he winked at her with a grin as he settled the helmet on her head. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Quinn,” he murmured, using a finger to raise her head up, “Not now, not ever. I promise.”
“I know you won’t.” She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Now, lets get going to that picnic. I expect you to dazzle me with your manly barbecuing skills and football tossing.”
“Football tossing yes, but I’m sure the cooking will be under control when we get there,” he laughed, climbing on the bike and grabbing the spare helmet to strap on. “Now climb on and don’t be afraid to hold on as tight as you want. I’m a big boy, I can take a hug from a girl as pretty as you no matter how hard it is.”
She rolled her eyes and climbed on the back, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder. “How’s that?”
“Perfect,” he turned his head just enough to see her as he smiled. “I can even hear you while we ride this way.” Pushing the bike upright, he rocked it down off its kickstand. “Hold on tight, I’m going to head off now.”
Quinn nodded against his shoulder and squeaked softly as he kickstarted his bike.
He laughed softly, but she could feel the vibrations through her arms around him. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe. Wouldn’t do to let my beautiful girlfriend get hurt, now would it?”
“Shush you.” She said as she squeezed him tighter as they headed off down the street.
He just laughed and kept going.
Pulling into the park where the picnic was being held a little later, he kicked the stand down and rocked the bike up onto it. “So, how do you feel about this old beauty now?” he asked, patting the gas tank fondly. “You’ve ridden in her sidecar and now rode behind me. Only thing left is to drive her yourself.” He pulled his helmet off and ran his hand through faintly sweaty hair as he turned to grin at her. “But how do you feel about the two ways you’ve ridden her so far?”
“I prefer being on the back.” She remarked as she slid off and stretched her legs. “I don’t really like the sidecar.”
“The sidecar is officially parked for the duration then,” he smiled at her, getting off himself. “Unless of course we need to carry something in it. I think I prefer feeling you against my back with your arms around me while we ride.”
“It feels more safe, the car makes me feel like i’m gonna get smooshed.” She looked over at the large gathering of people, “Time to make that first impression, huh?”
“Believe me, Quinn,” he smiled at her, taking her helmet and hanging it on his bike’s handlebars across from his. “If anyone could make a good first impression on this group, it’s you.” His smile softened as he offered her his arm, “You could make a good impression covered in mud and wearing a burlap sack, but like you are... you’ll knock them dead and they’ll finally believe me when I tell them how lucky I am you’re my girlfriend.”
She chuckled, “Do they think you made me up?” She smiled as she ran her fingers through her hair.
“I’m not sure if they think you’re entirely fictional or just exaggerated,” he chuckled. “Even Morgan’s not entirely sure what to think of you. After all, it’s not every day someone like me meets an angel.”
“Laying it on pretty hard,” she smiled as she took his hand. “I’m not an angel, I’m just Quinn.”
“You’re an angel to me,” he shrugged, smiling lopsidedly as they walked towards the gathering. “And that’s good enough for me. And you’re more than just Quinn. You’re an amazing manager. A great friend and,” he smiled shyly, raising her hand up to kiss it gently, “the best girlfriend I could ever ask for.”
She smiled as she walked with him, “Do you want to come and hang out with my family next weekend?” She asked, “Santana wants to take her daughter to the central park zoo and Rachel’s coming and I would like you to meet them properly and hang out with us.”
“That sounds amazing. I might have to leave early though,” he shrugged sheepishly. “There’s really no way I can get a full day off on the weekend right now, but I’ll switch to get a night shift. But Santana and Rachel are your family? I thought they were just friends of yours. What about your mom or dad?” He looked curious, not realizing the minefield he was walking into.
“I would prefer to not talk about them,” She said quickly, “My parents live in Ohio and I’m not close to them. I’ve known Santana and Rachel for years and Rachel had been the only constant in my life for the last six... so yeah, family.”
He nodded slowly, “Oh. Okay. Yeah, that sounds great though. I’d love to properly meet them, instead of the awkward way we have the last few times. I didn’t know Santana had a kid,” he smiled lopsidedly. “She’s not scared of cops is she?”
“I don’t think that child is scared of anything.” She smiled, “and yes, Santana has a daughter, she’s five and a awkward mixture of Rachel and Santana’s personalities.”
“Santana and Rachel?” He raised a brow, “Are they... together? Like married with kids and stuff?”
Quinn laughed hard, “No, no. Santana has only been back in our lives since a couple months before Christmas.” She said as they walked, “Rachel has a thing for Santana and I think Santana has one for Rachel but they are both too stubborn to realize it.”
“Really? Huh,” he shrugged, waving at his colleagues. “I wouldn’t have thought that they way they’ve acted around each other that I could see. But, it’ll be neat to meet Santana’s daughter. I love kids and rarely get enough time to hang out with them.”
“She’s cute, kids... are a blessing.” She swallowed, knowing she’d have to tell him about Beth sooner or later. “We should go see your friends.”
“They are,” he nodded, “but I don’t think I’d be ready for kids in my life right now. Little too young, you know?” He smiled at her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s go meet the guys.”
Quinn swallowed as she followed him plastering on a forced smiled before she saw her boyfriend embracing his friends.
“Hey there, girl,” Morgan called, coming over to shake Quinn’s hand with a smile, not certain how much physical contact the other woman was comfortable with. “Well, what do you know. Looks like you really did managed to hook the big fish here. Way to go.”
Quinn smiled, “It’s nice to see you too.” she looked over at Ajay taking to what looked to be Morgan’s husband. “I like having him here, he’s kinda old fashioned in the good way.”
“He’s definitely old fashioned,” she smirked, leaning down to pick up her son. “I bet he hasn’t even come up to your apartment yet or invited you to his, has he. This is Ben, by the way. Ben, this is Quinn. She’s Uncle Jay’s girlfriend.” The little boy waved at her before hiding his face in his mom’s neck, making her chuckle. “Don’t worry, he’s just shy.”
“Hi, Ben.” She smiled, “He’s cute, how old is he?” she asked as she watched him peeking out at her. “And no he’s been a gentleman.”
“That’s our Jay for you,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “You want anything more than this pussyfooting around, you’ll probably have to make the first move, alright? But Ben here’s two. And I’ve got another one running around somewhere, Tonya. She’s five. They’re a handful sometimes but I love them and their dad.” She smiled fondly at the man who appeared to be animatedly discussing some sort of sport with Jay.
Quinn smiled, “I’m okay with slow right now.” she smiled as she looked over at him. “Those are fun ages, my friend’s daughter is five and I can only imagine what it’s like with two!”
“Some days hell and some days heaven with a lot of in between,” Morgan turned her head to kiss Ben’s cheek. “Being a cop means I don’t get to see them as much as I’d like, but we get by. I’ve a handful of nieces and nephews who live around here to help Greg out though. Their parents too.”
“That sounds nice,” Quinn said she looked at her with a smile, “Sounds hard, but worth while.”
She nodded. “It can be hard, having a family with a cop that is. But Greg always tells me it’s worth it.” She smiled over at him, “He calls me his hero. Silly man. But I can promise you this, if you can get Jay to be vulnerable with you and not bottle everything up or start drinking to deal with the stress of the job, he’s going to be there for you no matter what.”
“Sounds like we’ll have to do that for each other,” she said, “But I’ll try my best to make sure he’s okay.”
“Good,” she smiled at Quinn. “He needs someone to look out for him off the job. Come on, let’s get the menfolk some food and fill our own bellies up, okay?”
She followed Morgan and winked at Ajay when he watched her walk away.
Rachel had Brooklyn carefully wrapped in her arms as she supported her against the railing surrounding the penguin enclosure. She smiled at the little girl, pointing out a bird diving into the pool. It wasn’t often that everyone managed to get the day off together, but on the rare occasions that they did, she was quite possibly the happiest person around.
“See? They’re little like us but they swim super fast!” she murmured, as Brooklyn laughed with pleasure. “Maybe someday you’ll be able to swim like them too. What do you think?”
“You think?” Brooklyn asked, “You think I can learn to swim like penguins?” She asked as she looked around through the bars. “Do you think that we can go see the monkeys with mommy? Mommy likes monkeys.”
“We can definitely go see the monkeys with Mommy,” Rachel chuckled. “I like the big cats, though. Don’t you think your Mommy’s a little like a panther? All graceful and strong?”
“Nope, Mommy is like a bear she gives the biggest and best hugs.” She smiled, looking over her shoulder, “Auntie Q’s boyfriend is like a bear.”
“He is definitely a bear. But I really think your mommy is a big cat.” She crinkled her nose at Brooklyn, helping her down. “She loves being warm and curling up with her favorite people. Like you,” she added, tapping Brooklyn on the nose with a grin.
“And you!” Brooklyn whispered, “You’re warm and cuddly. Can I be a kitten and you be big cats?” She asked as she took Rachel’s hand.
Rachel laughed, straightening up. “Sure. Though I’ don’t think I’m big enough to be a big cat. Maybe I’m a smaller one though? Santana!” she called. “You’re the judge! What kind of cat would I be? I’m pretty sure you’d be a panther, so Brooklyn’s your kitten.”
“Well naturally.... even though I’m really happy I didn’t get called a cougar,” Santana smirked as she took her baby into her arms, “I think Rachel might be a red panda.” She beamed, “Tiny, adventurous and cute.”
“Aw,” Brooklyn pouted, snuggling into her mom’s embrace, “but then you’re both not big cats.”
“That’s okay,” Rachel smoothed back an unruly lock of the girl’s hair as she smiled up at her mom. “Sometimes it’s good to be different. I don’t mind being a red panda.”
“They’re seriously not together?” Jay whispered, leaning down so Quinn could hear them. “You’re kidding right?”
“Yeah, I kinda want to puke.” Quinn said as she took her boyfriend’s hand. “They seriously make me want to heave.”
“Really?” He looked down at her curiously, “Why? I think it’s almost sweet. They both obviously love that little girl and they seem very fond of each other as well. Is that bad?”
“They just won’t deal with it.” She shrugged and leaned up for a kiss. “Can we just ignore them?” She said as she followed them.
Santana swung their hands and as she walked with Brooklyn. “Baby, what do you want to have for lunch when we’re done with the Zoo?”
“Hot dogs?” She asked curiously haven gotten to have the treat at Lily’s party the weekend before.
Rachel blanched slightly but decided that she’d be able to find something to eat later and just let the child have her fun. Turning to walk backwards - trusting Santana to let her know if she was going to trip on something - she smiled brightly at the pair following them. “So, Jay, what are your plans regarding our Quinn?”
He blinked, wide-eyed at the sudden questions. “I... well, I... um...” he stammered, caught flat-footed.
“Rachel!” Quinn shrieked, “What are you even doing?” She said as she looked at her then back to Santana. “San! Control her!”
“Not mine to control,” Santana said as she smirked at what Rachel was doing.
“Quinn, there is absolutely no reason for alarm.” She smiled charmingly at the pair, taking secret amusement in Quinn’s red cheeks. “He’s obviously bidding for entry into our family unit, so it is natural for us as the closest representatives of your family and the people who love you most to be concerned as to his intentions towards you. I’m only looking out for you, Quinn. After all, I would be most displeased if he were to break your heart,” her smile turned cold for a moment. “And well, you and Santana know how I am when I’m displeased. So, Officer Singh? What are your intentions?”
“I,” he stammered, blushing despite the tan of his skin and clearing his throat nervously. “I really like her,” he admitted softly, glancing down at Quinn. “I mean, I really like her. And I’d really like her to be in my life for a long time.”
Santana just gaped at Rachel, “Holy shit, Rachel... time and place!” she hissed as she covered Brooklyn’s ears. Quinn looked pale scared that Rachel was going to scare him off, she looked down at the ground and kicked a stone.
“Rachel, you are dead,” Quinn hissed, “San! Find me a slushy!”
“Don’t you even dare, Quinn,” Rachel glared at her. “Santana, exactly what has been discussed just now that cannot be said in front of Brooklyn? And Jay, thank you. That was a lovely answer.”
“Quinn,” he looked down at her confusedly, “what are you getting so upset about? She’s your friend... I’d expect those sorts of questions. And you should expect similar,” he pointed out mildly, “when you meet my family.”
“Yes, but I expect them to have more tact!” Quinn glared, “And Brooke’s ears got covered because San swore.” Santana nodded and slipped away over to the concession stand.
“There is absolutely nothing untactful about requesting to know if your beau has good intentions towards you,” Rachel frowned. “I haven’t the faintest idea why you are getting so upset. I’d expect you to ask the same sort of thing of anyone I became involved with after all.”
“I’ll be sure to ask Santana awkwardly in public,” she mumbled as she tucked herself into Jay’s arm. “It caught me off guard, can we finish this trip to the zoo?”
Rachel rubbed her arms and looked down at the ground. “Perhaps it would be for the best if I simply returned home. I’m obviously just upsetting everyone, no need to wear out my welcome.”
“Rachel, it’s fine,” Jay tried calming her down, but she was upset and not in the mood.
Santana came back over with Brooklyn who was sipping out of a cup. “Ready to see the monkeys?” she said, her hand sneaking onto the small of Rachel’s back.
“Why you sad, Rachie?” Brooklyn asked as she held up her cup with two hands. “Want some of my treat? It’s grape. It’s yummy.”
Rachel smiled softly, crouching down to Brooklyn’s height. “No thank you, sweetie. I really don’t like slushies. I had a few too many when I was younger. I’m just feeling tired. I think I might head home and lie down so I don’t spoil everyone’s outing with you, okay?”
“NO!” Brooklyn exclaimed, “I wanted to come with you!” Her lip started to tremble, “I wanted to play with you!”
“Brooklyn,” Santana scolded. “Rachel, please don’t go okay?”
“Please don’t yell at her because of me, Santana. I wanted to come with you too,” Rachel murmured sadly, unhappy that everything was ruined because of her. “I love spending time with you and your mom, but I’m making everyone upset... I suppose I’m still not very good with people.”
“No! I didn’t wanna come with anyone but you!” Brooklyn cried as she threw her slushy down and bolted.
“Fuck!” Santana said as she took off into a sprint after her daughter who was weaving through the people. Quinn reached out and took Rachel’s arm so she wouldn’t run after them.
“Let Santana handle this...” she said softly, “just don’t leave.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” she hissed, trying to control her emotions. “I ruin everything. I don’t even know why you’re friends with me. I can’t ask a simple question without everyone getting angry and then I chased away a little girl who means the world to me!” She scrubbed angrily at her eyes. “Just tell me to go away if I’m that much of a bother, Quinn!”
Jay had taken off to help Santana catch Brooklyn before anything bad happened to her, leaving the two former lovers alone together.
“Jay doesn’t know that we were together!” Quinn admitted, “He doesn’t know and I don’t know how well he would take to it. As much as I love you for what you said, it’s very much different when it comes from my ex-girlfriend.”
“What does it matter that we were together if he doesn’t even know? It’s in the past, Quinn.” She stared at her, not sure if she was hurting from hearing that Quinn couldn’t even acknowledge that they’d been together or just from being yelled at for worrying about her. “If you don’t want him to know, fine. I’ll be your dirty little secret. I don’t care. I wasn’t asking as your ex-girlfriend. I was asking as your friend because I worry about you.” She jerked her arm out of Quinn’s grasp, “But I guess that doesn’t mean much.”
“Please stop,” Quinn pleaded, “I fucked it up.” she looked at her and took her hand, “I got caught off guard please stop being upset, please can we just have a good day. I’m so sorry, you’re not a dirty secret, I’m proud to have been with you... he and I just aren’t there in our relationship to talk about exes yet.”
“You don’t have to keep calling me your ex, you know,” Rachel muttered, walking over to slump down on a bench nearby. “It makes it sound like we’re not even friends. You’re the closest friend I have. You’re practically a sister... why can’t I make sure he’s not going to hurt you without being yelled at?”
“Because it caught me off guard, I’m nervous being here with him when we’re still so new.” she admitted, “I overreacted, I’m so sorry.” Quinn crouched down in front of Rachel, “You are my family and I love you.”
“So what?” she looked at Quinn sadly, “Do I need to expect you to revert back to high school whenever I catch you off guard around him? Should I start wearing those awful clothes and carrying my emergency slushy kit again?”
“No, please don’t hate me. Rachel, you can be mad at me for being a bitch today but please don’t leave. Not because of me...”
“I’m not leaving,” she sighed, wiping at her face again, “and I’ve never been able to hate you. It just hurt that you threatened me with a slushie after all these years. And you were going to make Santana get it for you... were you going to throw it in front of Brooklyn?” She hugged herself, feeling tiny and miserable, “Let her see what kind of loser I really am?”
“You’re a brilliant, beautiful Broadway star,” Quinn said as she cupped Rachel’s cheek, “I was never going to do that. Never again.” She said pressing a kiss to Rachel’s head, “Brooklyn loves you, she adores and idolizes you.”
“Sweet Barbra would you and everyone else please stop telling me how much Brooklyn loves me?!” She sat back against the bench, her hands tightly gripping her skirt to keep from lashing out. “I know, okay? I don’t need it thrown at me all the time! Yes, she loves me, no, her mom doesn’t, so can we please move on?”
“You need to get your shit together or you’re gonna scare Santana away.” Quinn sighed, “She’s just as scared as you are and she might have more to lose.” Quinn looked around, “We shouldn’t talk about this, not when you’re upset and pissed at me.”
“No we shouldn’t talk about this anywhere,” Rachel muttered, staring at the ground. “I just wanted to have a nice day with my family today. I was so happy because we were all together,” her jaw worked as she stared at the ground. “Why did it all get messed up? You know me, Quinn. You know how I talk to people... why did you have to get upset and threaten me with that?”
“Because I’m scared that I’m gonna lose him when he figures out all the bad shit I’ve done,” she said. “That he won’t be okay with my past and I’m sorry I lashed out at you... I won’t do it again.”
“Don’t make promises like that,” she muttered. “Quinn, do you remember high school? How messed up everything got because you were scared to tell Finn the truth about Beth?” She looked at Quinn, letting her see the honesty in her eyes, “Don’t be like that with Jay. Just talk to him. He seems to be an honestly good man who truly cares about you. Tell him the truth. Don’t hold back and don’t lie. Maybe he’ll be upset, but he’ll appreciate the honesty.”
“Yeah,” Quinn sighed, “something about being a kinda gay teenaged mother doesn’t really seem like the most attractive quality.”
“What about being a gay teen mom?” Santana asked as she came back over holding a still crying Brooklyn in her arms.
“Nothing, San,” Quinn sighed, “Is she okay?”
“She had a hissy fit and did her version of a diva storm off,” Santana said as she rubbed her crying daughter’s back. “Your boyfriend is handy to have around. He caught up to her before I did.”
Rachel held her arms out to Santana trepidatiously. “Can I hold her?” she asked softly, ready to be rejected.
“Of course,” Santana whispered as she carefully moved her daughter into Rachel’s arms.
“Shh,” Rachel murmured, cradling the sobbing girl against her chest. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise, Brooklyn. I’ll never leave you if I have any choice in the matter.”
Jay came jogging over a few minutes later with his arms full of cups and bottles. “I got some drinks for everyone,” he explained unnecessarily as he started handing things out, ending with a bottle of water for Rachel. “I didn’t know what else to get you.”
She looked at the bottle and accepted it with a tiny laugh. “This is perfect, Jay. Thank you. Come on, sweetie. Stop crying, it’s okay. You’re going to see the monkeys and the bears with me still right?”
“I’ll be good, please stay.” Brooklyn whimpered, breaking her mother’s heart with her cries. “I’ll be you and mommy’s kitten still, I’ll be good and won’t run away.”
“It’s good not to run away, but I promise I won’t leave, okay?” Rachel smiled at her, kissing her head gently, “So dry those tears, alright? Here, look. Jay got you a special cup. Doesn’t it look like a monkey?” She showed her the cup of lemonade that Jay had handed her, having avoided getting any slushies after her comments earlier.
“Monkey cup?” she asked as she looked up from Rachel’s shoulder, “For me? But... I was a bad girl.”
“You’re never a bad girl,” Santana said wiping her daughter’s cheeks, “You just got upset then scared mommy and Rachie. You scared Auntie Q and Jay too.”
“And it was my fault for upsetting you,” Rachel added. “You’re our kitten. You’re not bad. I promise.”
Jay crouched by the end of the bench beside Quinn and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, “You seemed upset, so I figured it’d be best to help catch the little one and give you some time with your best friend...”
“Yeah... I’ll be fine.” She sighed, “Sorry you had to see that.” she said apologetically, “I wasn’t really the nicest person for a long time and when I get scared it comes out.”
“It’s okay,” he smiled lopsidedly, “you’re still the sweetest person I know. Even if you do have a temper.”
"I do." She said, "Was Santana okay when you found her?" Quinn asked worriedly, "She's looks scared."
“I caught her just before she could run into the street,” he frowned worriedly. “I’d be scared too if that’d been my kid. She’s really attached to Rachel to get that upset about the possibility of her leaving early...”
"She hasn't really had any family around her... San's a single mom and her parents kicked her out when she got pregnant." She sighed, watching Santana and Rachel try to calm the little girl down. "I think she's scared of being abandoned and her mom being unhappy."
“I don’t think she has anything to worry about when it comes to being abandoned by those two,” he mused. “By the way,” he smiled at her, “I’m glad I got to meet your family and I’m happy you’ve got someone who loves you enough to worry about me.” He reached over and cupped her cheek, pulling her into a gentle kiss, “I really do plan on keeping you in my life for a long time, Quinn Fabray.”
She blushed and hugged him, "I like the sound of that." She whispered against this chest.
Santana hugged her daughter as the little girl nursed her monkey drink. "Don't ever run away from me again." She whispered, "You scared me so much."
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Brooklyn whispered, cuddled between the two women on the bench. “I was scared.”
“We were both scared when you ran away,” Rachel pointed out. “Promise you won’t do that again? You’re a big girl, Brooklyn. When you’re scared and no one is trying to hurt you, you need to talk about why you’re scared so we can help fix it. Okay?”
"I know." She whimpered and sucked on her straw. "I was upset."
"I know, beautiful," she kissed her daughter temple, "I love you so much and please never scare me like that again. If it wasn't for Ajay you could have gotten really hurt."
“He caught me,” she whispered. “He’s a lot bigger than you and Rachie, Mommy. I was up high when he picked me up.”
Santana laughed, "Maybe he can toss you around if you ask him nicely when we go play in the park." She smiled and pushed her hair back. "Come on, baby, let’s go see the monkeys then go to the park and have some lunch."
“Really?” she looked slightly cheered up by that idea. “Would he really? Come on, Rachie! Monkeys and park so we can play!”
Rachel laughed, letting her pull her up off the bench. “She certainly doesn’t stay upset long, does she?”
"Nope, we have a mope for ten minutes then cheer up policy in the Lopez household." Santana smiled before leaning over and secretly kissing Rachel's cheek behind Brooklyn's head. She stood up and picked up her daughter and moved her so she was riding piggy-back.
"Come on, you love birds, let’s go check out the last exhibit and then get some foods." Santana smiled as she headed off.
Rachel stared at Santana in a form of shock at the little kiss. Sure, it was just a peck on her cheek but it was far more than she’d ever gotten from the other woman in public around the rest of their unusual little family. She licked her lips slightly, nodding slowly. “Y-yes. Santana’s right. We should be moving if we wish to have time to play in the park before Jay has to leave to prepare for work.”
He groaned, rising to his feet and holding out his hand to help Quinn up. “Don’t remind me. I hate working nights on the weekend, so you ladies better be worth it,” he teased.
"I'm worth it!" Brooklyn called over, "I'm fun!" She smiled as she hugged her mom's neck.
"She is so much like you it hurts." Quinn remarked as she nudged Santana's arm.
“She is the epitome of Santana’s charm and vigor without the occasional descents into anger that marked her earlier years,” Rachel pointed out, catching up to the others. “I happen to think it’s adorable.”
"You would." Quinn smirked as she walked with Ajay towards the monkeys that Santana and Brooklyn were already looking at. "I'm taking you to Lopez-anonymous. You need a program to help you with your addiction." she joked.
She looked at Quinn like she’d lost her mind, “Don’t be ridiculous, Quinn. First, such a thing doesn’t exist. Second, I’m not addicted. That’s absurd.”
Quinn just smiled and moved to the edge of the enclosure. The orangutans were laying about and there was a smaller one that was swinging on a structure.
"Mommy look, just like in the Jungle Book movie!" Brooklyn giggled as she watched the monkeys.
“Which one?” Rachel asked idly, moving to lean against the railing beside Santana and Brooklyn.
Brooklyn pointed up at the larger animal moving around to the baby. "Like the singing monkey, the king!" she smiled as she hummed happily.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh, I wanna be like you ooh, ooh,” Rachel sang softly with a smirk, “I wanna walk like you, talk like you ooh, ooh, ooh.”
Jay laughed, “You got a pretty nice voice for a silly song.”
"Yay!" Brooklyn clapped, "Rachie sings pretty!" she smiled and wiggled on her mom's back which made Santana reach her arms around to hold her close.
"Yes, maybe we should be auditioning you for the Jungle Book musical." Quinn smirked as she put her hand on Brooklyn's back just in case.
Rachel scowled at Quinn, “I hardly think my repertoire is suited to the musical caperings of an overweight, smelly orangutan, Quinn. Don’t you even dare.”
Jay laughed softly, leaning down to kiss Quinn’s cheek, “Stop baiting the bear, sweetheart.”
Quinn chuckled, and shook her head. "Whatever short stuff." She smiled and stuck her tongue out at Rachel.
"Alright children," Santana clapped as she turned away from the Monkey's when Brooklyn started to get bored. "Park and food?"
“Food!” Brooklyn cheered, looking up at her mom with big, pleading eyes, “Hot dogs?”
"Yes little monkey," santana chuckled as she held her on her hip despite the fact she was really to big to be carried. "You may have a hot dog." she kissed her daughter's nose, "What about you guys? Hot dogs? They have the falafal places in the park Rach..."
Jay shrugged, “Sounds good to me.”
“Let’s at least make sure the stand serves kosher hot dogs,” Rachel sighed. “Then at least it’s high quality meat and it’s all beef. I doubt Brooklyn would be happy eating pork since I know you avoid it, Santana. Perhaps I can find something less... dubious to eat for those of us not in the mood for hot dogs as well?”
"Yep." Santana said, "There is a cafe thing that's not a cart near the playground." Santana said as she took them towards the exit. "I called earlier and they don't have tree nuts in their stuff and it's not all pre packaged."
“You’re getting almost as good at forethought about these things as I am,” Rachel teased. “Then, after we eat, the more vigorous can play while the others rest. How does that sound?”
“Works for me,” Jay grinned. “Though I doubt you’d be able to keep up with me, Tiny.”
She laughed, “Oh, is that a challenge?”
“Perhaps,” he smirked, an arm resting casually around Quinn’s shoulders as they walked.
Santana chuckled, putting her daughter down to skip next to them as they walked to the cafe. She brought them up to the counter and looked over the menu, thankful that they had an organic hot dog. She ordered one of those and a veggie wrap for herself with fruit on the side for her and Brooklyn to share.
Deciding on just having some fruit when the person behind the counter refused to make the veggie wrap without the mayo-based sauce, Rachel finished ordering, then gestured for Quinn and Jay to submit their orders as well. Before too long, the group was heading back outside to find a table.
"I'm sorry there isen't more for you to eat here..." Santana said sadly, "I have some of those vegan granola bars in my purse if you want them."
“It’s fine, Santana. Thank you for thinking of me, but I promise that this is sufficient,” she smiled at her, nibbling on a piece of pineapple.
“Weird that they wouldn’t just make the silly thing without the sauce,” Jay commenting, taking a bite out of his hot dog.
She shrugged, “It’s fine. I’ve learned to pick my battles and I really wasn’t hungry enough to make that one of them.”
Brooklyn looked anxiously at the hotdog, "Mommy, cut in half?" she asked as she tried to figure out how to eat it.
"Of course." Santana said as she cut it in half and put a napkin down her shirt to prevent ketchup accidents. She helped the girl get a handle on it before taking a bite of her own wrap.
“Perhaps cutting the meat in half lengthwise would help as well?” Rachel suggested, looking nervously at the size of the bite Brooklyn was trying to take. “Or maybe into bite size pieces?”
"Babe, nibble." Santana said, "Like a little bunny." she said as Brooklyn took small bites, Santana turned to Rachel and shrugged, "She'll get it everywhere if we cut it anymore."
“If you’re certain,” she still looked nervous, but she ate at her fruit relatively quietly as everyone chatted while eating.
Once they’d all finished and cleaned up, Brooklyn wiggled out of her seat at the table and hurried around to tug on Rachel and Jay’s hands. “Play now, please? I wanna fly. Can I? Please?”
Jay laughed, “If it’s okay with your mom, then sure.”
“Yay!” she cheered, looking at Santana, “Please can I fly, Mommy?”
"Alright, but you listen to Rachel and Ajay, okay." She said as she looked the girl in the eyes, "You be good and polite." Santana kissed her head and swatted playfully at her butt as she ran off with her two playmates. Santana grabbed Quinn's hand and their bags and headed over to the grass. She laid out the blanket she had stuffed in her backpack that morning and plopped down on it.
Quinn settled down beside her, watching Rachel and Jay run around the field with the little girl playing what looked like a modified version of tag that involved Brooklyn being scooped up and swooped around to try and tag Rachel. “They’re having fun,” she murmured, glancing over at Santana. “I’m sorry about earlier. My overreacting and upsetting Rachel really didn’t help things.”
"It's fine. I didn't help ether." She shrugged and slid her glasses over her eyes as she took off her zip sweatshirt to get some sun on her shoulders. "It was a really random timing for her to say that. She shouldn't have done it right there and then."
“Yeah, but I guess I should have expected it out of her,” she shrugged, leaning back on the blanket with her hands folded behind her head. “I mean, it’s Rachel. When has she ever really been tactful without being prompted?”
"This is true," Santana said before sliding over and resting her head on Quinn's stomach. "She's kinda crazy.... but in a good way," she stated before looking over at Ajay lifting Brooklyn up. "I like him, Q. You should keep him around, I might needs a couch moved. He's sturdy."
“You would go to your heavy lifting benefit when it comes to my boyfriend,” Quinn laughed, ruffling Santana’s hair. “I suppose at least I don’t have to worry about Rachel trying to steal him when she’s all wrapped up in you, hmm?” she teased, probing to see if what she was starting to suspect about them was true.
"She's not wrapped up in me." She said as she turned her head to look at Quinn. "She's just really good with my kid."
“Yeah,” Quinn scoffed, “And being good with your kid is why she goes out of her way to do things for you like making sure she has your favorite snacks around or knowing your coffee order.”
"i'm not really sure, since i'm her assistant." Santana said with a shrug. "I know your favorite snacks and coffee order,” she challenged.
“Uh-huh,” Quinn agreed easily, “and your boss always has known your tastes in things, hmm? Or taken the trouble to find things out about you to surprise you? And don’t think I haven’t seen the way she smiles at you.”
"Back off, Q." Santana warned as she looked away, "What about you and the cop? You doing it yet? Did it break your streak of lesbianism? She said trying to change the subject.
“No, Ajay’s a gentleman and isn’t being pushy like Finn or the other boys were,” Quinn huffed, annoyed at being put off. “And Rachel’s the only woman I ever slept with. Big streak.”
"You almost slept with me," she smirked and looked over her friend, "Are you ready to be knocking boots with him? Wanna go get profloacticos?"
“I don’t know,” she turned her head to watch him and Rachel laughing and running around with Brooklyn. “He doesn’t know about my past so... maybe not yet. What about you?” She grinned wickedly at Santana, happy to turn the subject back to her, “Would you knock boots as you so crudely put it with Rachel if she offered?”
"We're not talking about my non-need for condoms and birth control; we're talking about yours." She said, "I'll make you an appointment if you want. I'll come with ya."
“Santana, I am not fifteen any more,” Quinn huffed. “I’ve been on birth control since after Beth was born. Besides that I am a grown adult with a good career. Why do you have to act as if I’m completely incapable of taking care of myself sexually?”
"I was just offering," Santana pouted, "Damn, sorry for being a good friend."
“You are a good friend,” she reminded her. “But I promise that I’ll be careful with Ajay, Santana. Giving Beth up hurt enough. I never want to have to go through that again.”
"I know..." She sighed, "it's just when I started sleeping with girls I went off birth control... then Brooke happened. I know you wouldn't do that again I just don't wanna see you hurting anymore."
“I appreciate the sentiment, but it was just easier to stay on birth control while I was with Rachel,” Quinn shrugged. “It... regulated things, made my mood swings a little less drastic. I’ve mellowed as I’ve gotten older, but it’s habit to stay on it now. I’m not going to go off it until I’m either ready to have a kid again or too old to worry about it.”
Santana nodded, "Yeah." She said as she looked over at her daughter. "You think you want a kid someday?"
She laid there for a moment watching Jay tossing a laughing Brooklyn up in the air and smiling softly. “I don’t know. Maybe.” She glanced down at Santana, “Think you’ll be around to keep me from panicking if I do?”
"Of course." Santana smiled, "I would love to be around and help you out." she tapped Quinn's nose, "You'd be a great mom."
“Maybe,” Quinn smiled wistfully, “I already gave up once though. What about Rachel?” She nodded at the young woman rolling around in the grass with Brooklyn, “Think she’d be a good mom?”
"You didn't get a chance but you gave someone else that chance. Doesn't mean you can't have a baby of your own someday. Rachel? She'd be a great mom." Santana said, "Though I doubt she'd be willing to get pregnant and spend that much time away from the stage."
She snorted, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I’m pretty certain she’s got time scheduled off specifically to have kids written into that ridiculous life plan of hers.”
"I know." Santana said, "She's still really young. She has to make it big first, taking time off in the next few years would ruin her career."
“So why don’t you do it for her?” Quinn teased. “You’ve obviously got good genetics and you’re into her.”
"I think that would take my assistant role to a whole new level." She said, "I don't think letting Rachel rent out my womb for her offspring was part of my contract..." she said, "unless that was in the fine print."
Quinn sucked on her teeth for a moment, frowning at Santana. “You are determined to not admit you want her aren’t you. This isn’t going to be another Brittany mess, is it, Santana? She’s right there. She adores Brooklyn and she’s just waiting for you to be willing to let her in...”
"Quinn... I'm not talking about this." Santana said, "I'm focusing on my daughter and my job... It's too much to handle anything else."
She sighed, shaking her head. “God, you’re stubborn. Just... don’t wait forever, Santana. She’s loyal and she’ll give you everything she has if you let her, but if she finds someone...”
"Quinn. Just please stop, okay?" Santana said, "We're figuring it out... we're handling it."
Her eyes narrowed and she sat up slightly. “Figuring out what, Santana? You’ve both been insisting the other all but hates you so... figuring out what?”
"Jesus, Quinn we're sleeping together!" Santana said in a huff, "You can't fire me okay? I need this job... you can't tell anyone."
“You’re what?” she stared at her with wide eyes, jaw slightly dropped. “Santana, I’m not going to fire you over being involved with Rachel. I just... you’re seriously sleeping with her?! For how long?”
"About a month and a half..." she whispered as she sat up and hugged her legs.
“Jesus,” Quinn whispered, sitting up the rest of the way. “And you two keep insisting that you’re not together... have you been lying to me?” she sounded hurt. “God, Santana, I wouldn’t fire you over doing the one thing I’d been pushing you to try...”
"I... I can't..." She said, "I'm scared to do this again. It's more than me this time. It's my job, it's my daughter. If I fuck this up or if Rachel leaves... Brooklyn will get hurt. I can't risk telling her until we're sure."
“Fine,” Quinn took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “don’t tell her until you’re sure, but I can promise you, Rachel won’t leave. Look at me,” she shrugged with a lopsided smile, “I came so close to actually physically hurting her before we broke up, but she’s still here. Look at how she was with Finn or Jesse in high school. She’s really that kind of loyal, Santana. You’d have to do something pretty awful to lose her now that she finally has you...”
"I know." She sighed, and rested her head on her knees. "I just... Rachel doesn't wanna be public because of her job. I'm not ready to tell Brooklyn despite the fact she loves Rachel. I can't properly date her because I don't have any time..."
“Santana,” there was a tone of warning in Quinn’s voice, “if you’re just using her to get off... end it now. She’s wanted you forever and the longer you’re together, the more she’s going to fall for you. So if this is just something you’re playing at because you can’t get anything better...” She shook her head as she trailed off.
"That is not what's going on!" Santana exclaimed, "I care about her! It's just fucking scary okay?"
“Shh!” Quinn hissed at her as she noticed Rachel looking over worriedly. “Calm down, okay? I’m just worried about her. She still opens herself up too fast and I don’t want her getting hurt.” She reached over and rubbed Santana’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Santana. I’ve been giving you more responsibilities at work to protect you in case something like this happened.” She sighed softly, “So... are you two like... dating or just....” she trailed off again.
"I don't know what we are." Santana sighed, "It's not just sex because there are feelings and she spends too much time around my daughter for it to be just that. I think about her when we're not together and I like spending time with her... but I also know it's not dating because we can't be together in public."
“You sure about that?” Quinn asked with a wry grin. “Cause the three of you do tend to show up together in a lot of places.” She rubbed at her eyes, “Okay. If you want her, San - and I mean really want her in your life - then go for her. Leave any fallout to me. I can handle it.” She paused a moment, glancing at her oldest friend with a gentle smile, “I still want you on my team as more than an assistant though. You should really give college a thought.”
"Maybe when Brooklyn is a big bigger. She has all of my non working time now and I want to give that to her. My parents left me with a baby sitter most of my childhood to work, I don't want to do that." She sighed, "Maybe online courses in the fall..." She looked over and saw the three coming over to them. Brooklyn ran up and pounced on her mother before snuggling in her chest.
"Mommy, you see how high Jay made me fly?" Brooklyn asked.
"I know, babe! It was awesome, did you say thank you?" Santana questioned as she looked over at Rachel and handed her the water bottle.
“Uh-huh,” Brooklyn nodded, reaching for her monkey cup to get a drink. “It was lots of fun, Uncle Jay.”
Rachel just laughed softly and shook her head at the appellation. “She came up with that on her own, Santana. Don’t look at me.”
“It’s okay,” Jay chuckled coming up to flop down beside Quinn with a content sigh. “I have no problem being an uncle to a kid that cute.”
"She's gonna get such a complex," Santana said as she laid back down and put her head on Rachel's thigh when Brooklyn was done drinking. The little girl nuzzled against her mom's sun warmed skin as they laid against Rachel.
Quinn sneakily snapped a photo of them on her camera before they could notice.
“Why would she get a complex from having a family, Santana?” Rachel asked curiously, idly brushing her fingers though the woman’s hair absent-mindedly. “That seems a little odd, don’t you think?”
"Cause she's mini-me," Santana smiled as she held her daughter who had promptly fallen asleep. "She likes the attention."
“She deserves the attention,” Rachel chuckled softly, smiling at Santana the special way she reserved for the woman, even though she hadn’t noticed it yet. “You both do.”
"Yeah, yeah." She shrugged. "Quinnnnn," Santana whined, "Can we takes naps here? Don't wanna move."
“You can take a nap wherever you want, Santana,” Quinn chuckled softly. “Nothing’s ever stopped you before after all.”
Santana nodded and her eyes fell closed as she snuggled her daughter. Quinn rolled her eyes and watched them for a few moments, smiling when Ajay moved to put his head in her lap.
“I swear to God she’s narcoleptic,” Quinn chuckled as she rested her hand on his chest. “We should get you to work soon.”
“Mmm, in a bit.” He smiled up at her, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair. “Can I just enjoy a moment with my favorite girl first?”
Quinn leaned down and kissed him softly, “I don’t like worrying about you on night shifts. New York is shady at night.”
“Everywhere is shady at night, angel,” he shrugged. “But if it’d make you feel better, I could come by and see you when I get off tomorrow morning?”
“I’ll make you breakfast before you crash, okay?” She said as she slid her hands over to his and linked them. “You can sleep at my place if you want so you don’t have to go back to Queens.”
“You want me to come up to your apartment?” he asked softly with a shy smile. “I... I’d like that...”
“I don’t want you riding your bike when your sleepy,” She said, “But yes, I’d like to give you breakfast and let you sleep at my place.”
He nodded, pulling her down to kiss her softly, “Is it too much or too soon to ask if you’ll lie with me for a bit before you head off to do whatever it is angels do on Sundays?”
“Church?” she teased. “And yes, I’ll lay with you before I leave and when I come back if you’d like.”
“Oh ugh, you reminded me. I have to go to church or I’ll never hear the end of it,” he groaned. “Want company and we can nap after?”
“God understands that you’re a cop, “ she said, “decide in the morning okay?
“God may understand but Momma doesn’t,” he shrugged, grinning ruefully, “and I’ve never been able to lie to Momma. It’ll be fine if you don’t mind me being around all day... probably sleeping mostly though.”
“I’m okay with that.” she said as she ran her fingers through his hair, “So come to church with me?”
He glanced over at where the other girls were dozing in the warm sun and licked his lips before glancing up at Quinn again. “Come to Ramapo with me next month and meet my family? I know it’s early and you don’t have to, but... I want to introduce my angel to them.” He raised her hand to kiss the knuckles. “It’s okay if you don’t want to yet though. Don’t worry. We have lots of time for that later if you think it’s too soon...”
“Sure” She said softly, “Can we talk some tomorrow, I have a few things I need to tell you.” she looked down nervously trying to hide the shake in her voice.
“Nothing bad right?” He asked with a nervous chuckle, “I mean, you’re not married right? And you haven’t killed anyone or done horrible things to kids, right?”
“No,” She wondered if giving her daughter counted as a horrible thing. “I just need to tell you a few things.”
He nodded, “Okay. Sure. We can talk tomorrow.” He smiled at her, “Maybe over breakfast?”
“Sounds good.” she said before kissing him. “we should wake them up before they burn.”
“Yeah. I need to get home to change before I go in tonight too,” he nodded, sitting up with a low groan. “Hey, you three,” he reached over and shook Santana’s ankle, “rise and shine. You know for two people who aren’t together, you sure look like a family.”
“Don’t make me steal your tazer.” Santana mumbled as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. “Time to head home, baby.” she whispered to her daughter.
Rachel groaned as she pried her eyes open when Santana and Brooklyn started stirring. “That’s it. I’m officially requesting a nap when I get home. Today has worn me out. Anyone want to second me on that?”
Jay laughed. “I’d love to, but I’ve got to get back to Queens and ready for work.”
“I'll nap with you, Rachie.” Brooklyn yawned, “Mommy and Auntie Q can play.”
Rachel chuckled softly, “That sounds wonderful, sweetie. Let’s head home so we can do that, okay?”
Brooklyn scrambled up and tugged at Santana’s hand. “Mommy, let’s go.”
“I think I have usurped your place as chief cuddler during nap time,” Rachel teased, standing and dusting herself off before offering a hand to Santana.
Jay helped Quinn up. “Come on, angel. Walk me back to my bike for a kiss good luck for a quiet shift tonight?”
“Of course.” Quinn smiled as she got up and walked with him.
Santana took Rachel’s hand and got up. “Come on, beautiful girls.” she said as she picked up their stuff.
“I get to nap with Rachie?” Brooklyn asked, looking up at Santana with a smile. “We going home with Rachie or she going home with us?”
Rachel just glanced at Santana and shrugged, leaving the decision up to her.
“Your choice today, Brooklyn. Where do you want to sleep?” Santana asked as she slipped her bag over her sun kissed shoulders.
“Hmm,” she thought about it, “my bed? We can cuddle with Froggie and Pony too then.” She smiled between the women.
“Sure, that sounds fun,” Rachel murmured, squeezing her hand as they walked past Quinn kissing Jay on his motorcycle. “Having fun, Quinn?” she called out teasingly, letting her know they were leaving.
Quinn just raised her hand in a wave, never detaching her lips from Ajay’s. Brooklyn scrunched her face up for a second before tugging on Santana’s shorts. “Mommy? Why is Uncle Jay eating Auntie Q’s face?”
Santana chuckled and escorted her daughter towards the street with Rachel. “They’re kissing.”
“Because they like each other very, very much,” Rachel added, rolling her eyes at Santana with a fond smile.
Brooklyn thought about that for a moment, then looked up at Santana with big eyes, “Mommy, how come you never eat Rachie’s face? Don’t you like her?”
Rachel turned bright red and clamped her mouth shut to avoid laughing at the startled expression on Santana’s face.
Santana gaped. “Baby, Uncle Jay is Quinn’s boyfriend. She... She can do that with him,” she stammered pleading with her gaze for Rachel’s help.
Brooklyn pouted and stamped her foot before Rachel could say anything. “Rachie, you should be Mommy’s boyfriend. Maybe if you eat her face she’ll be happy like Auntie Quinn is with Uncle Jay.”
“Brooklyn,” Rachel chided gently, “I can’t be your mom’s boyfriend. I’m not a boy.”
“That’s not fair!” she pouted. “You make Mommy smile. I like when Mommy smiles! Why can’t she be your not a boy boyfriend, Mommy?”
“Your Mommy just doesn’t like me that way, sweetie,” Rachel tried to explain, smiling awkwardly. “We’re just good friends. Who love you very much.”
“Brooklyn, let’s just go home.” Santana sighed, “We’re done talking about this.”
Brooklyn pouted, but quieted down as they continued back to Santana and Brooklyn’s home.
Chapter Nineteen