I Know You Want Me - Chapter Thirty-Two
Title: I Know You Want Me
Author: Sio & Maura
Rating: Hard NC-17
Length: 175,379/175,379
Spoilers: This is AU. No Beth. No Lucy. Puck/Rachel lasted for a few months instead of a week and Jesse is a bigger ass than canon. Also Santana's promiscuity implied in the canon is not in effect for this fic for reasons that will be made evident.
Pairing: Rachel/Santana, Puck/Quinn
Summary: Rachel's longed after someone since the first day they met, but will a big secret bring them together or destroy them?
Warnings (highlight to read): Gender Identity Disorder, pregnancy, angst, topping, language, voyeurism, dub-con, non-con, anal, oral, vaginal, public, fisting, size-kink, and talk of self harm
Chapter 32
"The Roosevelt?!" Quinn stared at the imposing white and black front of the building with its neatly suited doorman. "H-how did they even... oh my God, Santana!" She looked back down at the card in her hand then over to her best friend. "Did you read anything about what they gave us? Like at all? The Guerlain Spa for Christ's sake?!"
"They're fucking insane," Santana gaped. "They must feel really guilty for something," she joked as she looked up, "I guess we should go in."
"If they're guilty, they must have murdered someone while robbing a bank," Quinn muttered, shifting the daybag on her shoulder before heading inside with Santana. Once in the doors, she just barely stopped herself from stopping to gape again. "Did they seriously book us in here for nearly seven hours? I mean, Christ, it had to cost nearly a grand a piece!"
A polite looking gentleman in a three-piece suit came over with a smile. "Good day, ladies. Welcome to the Roosevelt. May I be of assistance in helping you find something? Perhaps you are checking in?"
"Yeah... we have a spa treatment thing." She handed him the certificates Rachel and Puck had given them. "That's here? Or somewhere else?" She asked as she looked nervously at Quinn.
"Ah yes," he murmured, looking over the certificates. "The Cocooning Impériale at the Guerlain. Very nice. My wife indulges once a year. Right this way, ladies," he gestured, leading them down the hall to the gold and beige hued entry. "Here we are," he smiled, handing the certificates back, "Just give these to Sally there and she'll be happy to help."
"Oh my God, San," Quinn hissed, looking around in awe, "what did we do to deserve this?" Her eyes were wide as she looked around, even her father had never paid for anything this lavish for her before. "Did Rachel tell you anything because Puck would say anything more than that it was just because. Because of what?"
"Well, I know... I know it's for Rachel and I's anniversary." Santana said as she headed into the lobby and headed to the desk. She looked at the redhead at the desk and raised her eyebrow when she put up a finger for her to wait. After a moment, Santana looked at her and held up the papers, which quickly made her put down the phone.
"There you go," Santana snapped. "Yeah, checking in for Santana Lopez and Quinn Fabray," she said curtly.
"Yes, I remember when your partners came in to arrange for this," Sally murmured, typing some things into the computer. "A tallish young man with a ridiculous hairstyle and a small but fairly loud young woman with a baby? Adorable child." She picked up a set of robes and towels and smiled at them as a dark haired man came up to take her place at reception. "Robert, the Karneys want to reschedule their appointment. Could you handle that while I help these ladies?" she asked, nodding at the phone.
He smiled. "Sure, Sally. You two enjoy your treatment now."
Sally led them to a changing area and set the towels on the bench. "The lockers are free to use and we are relatively secure, though I would keep small jewelry such as rings or necklaces or other valuables either with you or if you'd like I can secure them at the desk in our safe for your security. Your first treatment of the day is a thirty minute Five-Senses Hydrotherapy session, so if you'll change into the robes, I'll be back shortly to take you to the room."
Santana nodded and waited for the woman to leave before she looked at Quinn. "So... I bet my lovely girlfriend didn't tell them about my extra bits..." She groaned, "Hopefully I can just leave my underwear on."
Quinn rolled her eyes, starting to unbutton her shirt, "San, don't be ridiculous. This is a legitimate spa, not a happy endings massage parlor. The only person you'll likely be fully naked around is me." She glanced at her and raised her eye, "Unless you've got a problem with my seeing your junk. "She smirked, teasing as she pulled off her shirt and unfastened her bra. "Think it might get too happy around me?"
"You wish." Santana laughed and pulled off her top off and unfastened her bra. "You should be worried about getting all turned on by my sexyness." She smirked and looked back to her friend.
"Oh really?" Quinn asked, tossing the last of her clothes into the locker she'd picked and glancing over at Santana with a sly smirk as she stood there nude, running her hands over her flat stomach for a moment before reaching for her robe, "So there's no way you ever wanted to get with all this, hmm?" She smirked as she pulled the robe on but let it hang open, "Because that's not what I remember when my hand was around your special friend."
"What can I say? You're sexy." She smiled, "But I'm taken and so are you."
"Damn straight," Quinn smirked, "but hypothetically?" She belted her robe closed, "If neither of us were taken and we were in the same situation?"
Santana pulled off her pants and kept her tight boyshorts on before slipping the white robe over her skin. "Maybe." She smirked, "Like I said, you sexy. I'm seriously sexy, so who knows."
Quinn snorted, "Way to dodge the question, S." She leaned against the lockers and watched Santana as they waited for Sally to come back. "You know, Rachel and I talk about you sometimes. At first it was totally weird and kinda creepy, but she kind of... gets you in a way I don't think I ever did before I started talking to her and trying not to be annoyed in the first five seconds because she was talking."
"She's kinda cool." Santana smiled, a hint of a blush caressing her cheeks. "She's not as bad as she was back in the day."
"No, pregnancy definitely mellowed her," Quinn agreed, shrugging. "Or you did. Whichever. It's nice. She's a lot more tolerable now. But she doesn't see you as Puck and I do. I mean," she licked her lips, trying to think of a way to phrase it, "you've always been well... you to him and me. You're not a boy or a girl, you're just... Santana. But with her it's like... you're a girl. And then you're Santana. Does that make any sense or do I sound as ridiculous as I think I do?"
"No, I get it... She's had to learn how to adapt something new, unlike you two who always knew it was there since we had to awkwardly bathe as children." She shrugged, "I love you both for that. You're just Quinn and Puck to me too... despite the fact you two are having sex which weirds me out."
"Oh like you and the midget procreating doesn't freak me out at all," Quinn snorted as Sally came back to lead them to the hydrotherapy room.
Santana moaned softly as her feet were carefully rubbed. "Oh sweet god," she sighed as she rolled her head to look at Quinn. "Rachel and Puck did good."
Quinn groaned softly as the man working on her feet rubbed out a particularly sore knot. "So good. Puckie's definitely getting a treat when I get home after this. Even if he did go into this because he's guilty for something. God this feels good after working and cheer and school and all."
"God, don't be stupid. You've been together for a year." Santana said, "He wanted to do something nice and he and Rachel schemed this all together."
"It's no more stupid than when you and Rachel get your freak on," she moaned out. "Wait," her eyes snapped open and she rolled her head to look at Santana, "a year?! It's our anniversary? Oh my God, I had no idea. San, we have got to do something amazing for them for this."
"I gave mine a cute baby," Santana said smugly, "What are you gonna do?" She teased and rolled her eyes, "I don't know what to do either honestly."
"Santana Lopez, do not hold your spawn over my head as if you did something wonderful." Quinn snorted, "Especially not when you've been basically threatening my man with castration if kids are even mentioned around me and him. Hypocrite much? I don't know... why not take her on a date? It's not like you two really ever have right? You kinda just fell into where you are."
"This is true." Santana shrugged, "What about you? What are you gonna do for Puck?" She asked as she rolled her neck.
Quinn just smirked and waggled her eyebrows, "Maybe just buy a box of those Trojans he likes so much and arrange for us to have a weekend off together."
"Really... Really?" Santana said a grossed out look on her face, "Remind me to be away from the house that weekend."
She laughed. "Oh like your marathon sex session with Rachel aren't totally audible down in our bedroom. Oh! Oh! San! Fuck me! Yes! Harder, baby! Ooh!" She mocked, "Rachel has never ever been quiet. About anything, Santana. And the damn thumping filtering through the walls? You're lucky AJ's hard of hearing or he'd never sleep through all that."
"My baby knows what's best for him." She smiled, "Please you need to get something real not just your blonde pussy."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Unlike you, Santana, Puck doesn't have free access to sex. You should ask him what his favorite gift would be from me someday. If it doesn't involve porn, it probably involves a home cooked dinner waiting when he gets home, a box of his favorite condoms though he'd rather go without, and all of my clothing magically absent for an extended period of time. Besides," she shrugged, "even working as much as I am, I can't afford something on this level."
"Me either... I don't even know what the fuck to get Rachel..." She sighed, "Stupid relationships." She sighed, "I feel bad about taking this, she should be here... She's the one who had to push a baby out of her junk."
"And she's the one who insisted - with Puck of all people - for us to come," Quinn shrugged. "Besides, they're probably off being incredibly Jewish with your kid. It's fun for them and they did this awesome thing for us, so why ruin it? Look, your hobbit's into Broadway stuff and you know touring groups come down here, so just find out what's in town that she'd love and take her to dinner and a show. Puck and I'll watch AJ, it's not a big deal."
"My dad is actually moving down his weekend... he might want some grandbaby time." Santana said, "Maybe you and Puck can go out for dinner or have your sex marathon then."
Quinn smirked, "Cool. Thanks for giving us permission to have sex, Mom." She dodged Santana's half-hearted effort to slap her with a laugh, careful not to move her feet as the pedicurist worked.
"I'm just saying, you don't need to watch Aaron." She smiled, "Which I appreciate, by the way. I know him not being able to hear makes Puck sad, but I really think it's great he gets to know more family, ya know?"
"Don't worry about Puck being sad, San. He thinks that kid hung the moon anyway." She smiled wistfully, leaning back in the chair again and watching the pedicurist working on her feet for a moment. "Probably because he's yours and Rachel's. She might annoy me sometimes, but we both know they've been friends practically forever. So AJ's like the product of his two best friends and he loves being an uncle."
Santana smiled thinking about her son. "I fucking love that little boy. Sometimes when we get home from work and Rachel's sleeping I just go into his room and scoop him up and cuddle him. He smells so good."
"He's incredibly sweet and quiet considering who his moms are," Quinn teased. "But I love him too. He's done amazing things for you, San. You actually seem almost happy since he was born."
"I am almost happy." She smiled, "There are very few things other than waking up to Rachel putting him on my chest in only his diaper then her cuddling in and falling back to sleep as a family that make me more happy."
"Well, good. I'm glad you're happier now." Quinn smiled lopsidedly over at her, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "Wonder if getting married to that girl of yours and making her all legally yours will push you into being actually happy for once."
"I don't think we're gonna get married for awhile." She said softly. "At least not until before Aaron can walk." She smiled like she had a plan already.
"Oh really now," Quinn laughed, letting the spa workers handle her hands. "Sounds like you've got a plan, Ms Devious. Does Rachel know about it? You know how she gets when her plans are messed up."
"I want Aaron to walk her down the aisle," Santana said with a smile, "So he needs to walk first."
"San, that's a great and incredibly touching idea, but," she licked her lips, glancing at Santana uncertainly, "you might want to clear that with her first. I mean, she's not on such super terms with her dads and all... she might not want to walk down the aisle."
"But... if our son does it..." Santana said softly. "If he helps us get married... He's what brought us together." Santana looked confused - she thought it was a great idea and since Rachel didn't have a relationship with her dads anymore what could be better?
"San, just ask her first, okay?" Quinn looked concerned, "It's a big deal and not something you want to just spring on a girl. Especially not one as detail obsessed as Rachel."
"I know... but how cute would my little boy be in a suit?" she smiled and looked at her friend.
"You are not gonna let up, are you?" She laughed, "Alright, alright. He'd be adorable. You know that. Like that silly outfit you dress him in to go to church."
"Just imagine when his little baby curls get long enough for me to braid." She smirked, "my little playa." She said proudly, "and boy's gotta look good for God."
"Yeah, yeah. He takes after his Mami," Quinn smirked at her. "Hey, San... you think I'd be a good mom someday? Like you and Rachel with AJ?"
"I think you'll be an amazing mom." Santana smiled, "You're protective like a lioness and would cut a bitch if they hurt your family."
"Then," she licked her lips, rolling her head to face Santana, "why do you always tell Puck there's no possible way we could have kids? I mean... you'd be there to help and God knows Rachel would want input. The four of us are doing okay by AJ, right? Would it be so terrible if I did have a kid with Puck?"
"I just mean right now," she said softly, "You're too smart to throw everything away. You have such a bright future and I don't want you to lose your dreams." She sighed, "I wish Aaron could have waited for Rachel to get her dreams of New York..."
"San, she told me about the acceptance letters..." Quinn frowned, "You're not still blaming yourself for that, are you? She didn't have what they wanted. And for God's sake, she's happy down here with you! Would you rather she was in New York with freaking Finn?"
"No." Santana sighed, "She would have gotten in if she didn't have to worry about being pregnant for nine months before graduation."
"Seriously?" Quinn stared at her in disbelief, "Santana Lopez, you are an idiot. If New York was that damn important to her as she always used to say it was, she would have gotten in no matter what she was worried about. She didn't not get accepted because she was pregnant when she applied! She didn't get accepted because she didn't try as hard as she did for the school near where you were applying!" Her eyes went wide, "Oh no... don't tell her I told you that."
"I don't want to hold her back... I know she loves her program now but what happens 10 years from now when she's teaching because she's stuck with a kid and can't do Broadway?"
"You are so fucking emo it's not even funny," Quinn groused. "If Rachel isn't doing Broadway in ten years, it's not because she has a kid! I barely like her and I know she wouldn't let anything or anyone hold her back if she really wants something. So where do you get off? You're the one marrying her, big shot."
"I don't wanna talk about this anymore," she mumbled and covered her face.
"Typical," Quinn muttered, leaning back when instructed by the spa worker helping her to start her facial.
Santana sighed and closed her eyes.
That weekend found Puck and Santana - with moderate help from Quinn and Rachel for the bigger items - carrying furniture from the truck that had arrived that morning into the modest house down the street from the building they called their own. Carefully setting Miguel's favorite armchair down in the living room, Puck straightened with a tired sigh, mopping at his forehead.
"Damn, San. Your dad's got some heavy shit," he muttered. "Why didn't we just let the moving guys do this stuff?"
"Because, lunkhead," Quinn muttered, carrying a box in from the truck and setting it against the wall with the others, "you remember what they did to our stuff, right?"
"Oh," he blushed, "yeah... that would suck."
Rachel came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of glasses full of lemonade with AJ in a sling on her back. "Can I interest you three in some fresh lemonade?" she asked with a smile, heading to Santana first without really thinking about it. "I'm also making up some vegan friendly pasta salad for lunch if anyone's hungry."
Santana took the drink and drank down a long pull of the liquid. She took back most of it before breathing, "Refreshing," She squeaked after the tartness hit her throat.
Puck laughed, clapping her on the back. "Geez, San, don't die on us now. We still gotta get your dad's bed in and put together and there ain't no way I'm doing that solo."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Rachel apologized, handing Puck and Quinn their glasses. "Did I make it too tart?"
"Just not expecting it," she coughed as she took another sip to clear her throat. "Thanks, and I'm not dying you jackass." She glared at Puck and put down her cup on the table before stretching her tank top covered body with the strain of heavy lifting. "Are we almost done?"
"There's still a bunch of boxes," Quinn pointed out, sipping at her glass, "but I think the only really big thing left is the bed."
"We can get the boxes in after a rest if we all work together on the bed," Rachel suggested. "I think Aaron wants hugs from his mami too," she added, nodding at the little boy waving his arms over her shoulder towards Santana.
Santana moved over and kissed her son over Rachel's shoulder. "Let me finish this and I'll take him from you." Santana smiled and clapped her hand on Puck's back. "Come on, fatty. It's time to pick up the bed."
He coughed on the swig of lemonade he'd just drank, "Geez, Santana! Stop trying to kill me already!" He wiped a hand across his mouth and glared for a moment before shrugging. "Okay, let's get it in so I can put the barbecue together."
"I still can't believe you actually bought Mr Lopez a grill, Puck," Quinn shook her head, rolling her eyes and setting her glass on the mantle. "Alright, time to grab another box. Rachel, if you can help, we can get the bedding in."
"Sure," Rachel smiled, setting the tray down on the coffee table and moving to put AJ into the playpen they'd brought so she could help. "You be good, sweetheart, okay?"
AJ looked up and clapped before sitting down and crawling over to his stuffed bear and laying on it. Santana smiled and headed back out to the truck and aided Puck in carrying the bed frame into the floor and maneuvering it down to the bedroom. "Fuck, this shit's heavy." Santana groaned as she let her side sit on the ground. "Thank god, this place is only one floor."
"I think maybe we shoulda listened to the girls and carried it in in pieces," he gasped, just barely getting his fingers out from under the frame as they scooted it back against the wall. "That bitch was fucking heavy!"
"I think my back is broke." She pouted as she kicked the mattress, "But at least that's it? My dad can put the rest of his shit together."
"Yeah, that's the big stuff. This thing and his damn desk were the heaviest I think," he muttered, putting his hands on the small of his back and stretching to try and ease the ache. "Fuck, I think I'm getting old."
She nodded and pulled the edge of her shirt up to wipe her brow. "At least we won't need to hit the gym this weekend."
"True that," he kissed his bicep, "I think the guns of Puckerone got enough of a workout today."
"The guns of Puckerone better get on putting the girll together if Puckerone wants to get Mr Lopez to agree to let him grill tonight," Quinn pointed out as she carried in an armload of blankets.
"I still believe that Dad would be completely capable of handling it himself," Rachel said coming in behind her with her own armload. Calling Miguel Dad was still new, but she thought she'd try and become comfortable with the appellation before he arrived. "Don't you think, Santana?"
"Uh huh." Santana said. "Dude's been raving about these steaks he's bringing with him from Lima since he found out about it," she explained. "I think he might even slip you a beer he's so excited, Puck."
"Really?" He smiled lopsidedly, "Sweet! Your dad is seriously badass, San."
"You get drunk, you're sleeping on the couch. In their apartment," Quinn pointed out. "I'm not down with fending off your drunk ass advances all night."
"Prude." Santana chuckled as she took another sip of her lemonade.
Puck leaned over and kissed Quinn and smirked, "You love me." he said, "You like when I get all up on you."
"Not when you're drunk," she smacked his arm. "Do I need to remind you of what happened last time?" She raised a brow, reminding him of their near miss sophomore year.
"Everyone, there's no need to argue as I highly doubt that Dad will be slipping anyone sufficient alcohol to inebriate anyone." Rachel chided, straightening from where she'd been putting the bedding away. "Now let's have some lunch and take a break before carrying the rest of the boxes in and sending the movers on their way."
Santana nodded and peeled off her sweat and dirt covered tank top. "I'm gross." She pouted and wiped her now bra clad body with the top to mop of some of the sweat.
Puck leered. "Not that gross," he smirked, only to nearly drop his reclaimed glass of lemonade as two hands smacked the back of his head. "Ow! What the heck!?"
"One, that is my finacee," Rachel glared at him, putting herself between him and Santana, hands firmly on her hips, "so keep your leering and drooling to a minimum, Noah."
"Two, you need to learn to keep your eyes in your head, jerk," Quinn snapped, folding her arms over her chest. "Especially when I'm right here. Seriously, are you trying to get cut off for the foreseeable future?"
He gaped, looking between both of them. "I can't even look?! But she's showing 'em off!"
"And gentlemen don't stare!" Rachel growled, feeling possessive and defensive of her fiancee.
Santana just raised her eyebrows. "See... Puckerman, you'll never live up to me. Even Q wants all up on this," she teased. Puck just glared at her from over Rachel's head and looked away.
"Then put the store boughts away!" He cried, "It's not fair, Q. I'd look at any of you if you took your shirt off!"
"Noah Puckerman, you did not just go there," Rachel growled, taking a step towards him.
"Back down, Berry," Quinn snapped. "He's a dog, but he's my dog. I'll handle him." Spinning on her heel, she glared at Puck. "Outside and take care of that stupid grill or you'll be on the couch for the next week, got it?"
He sulked and trudged out of the room and outside. Santana looked nervous and down at her feet. "I... I didn't think it would be a big deal... You've all seen me naked before." She whispered softly.
"It's not a big deal," Quinn shrugged. "Puck's just been an ass lately and I don't like him leering at my best friend when I'm standing right next to him."
Rachel's shoulders drooped. "I didn't like him staring at you like that," she admitted quietly. "I just... I didn't like him calling your body store bought or... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have responded in such an immature manner."
"Puck doesn't hurt my feelings." Santana said, as she grabbed her backpack and pulled a clean white t-shirt out. "It's not a big deal. He doesn't want to sleep or be with anyone other than you, Quinn..."
"I didn't think he hurt your feelings," Quinn shrugged.
"I'm going to go see to lunch," Rachel murmured, heading back to the kitchen and AJ.
Quinn sighed. "Great. Now the hobbit's moping. Look, I smacked him cause it's not cool to leer at other women when your girlfriend is right next to you in my book. Rachel," she scoffed, shrugging, "I don't know her reasons, but she gets defensive of you. It's cute in a weird midget sort of way."
Santana shrugged and pulled Quinn into the bathroom with her as she wiped down her upper body, not wanting to go pick up her son dirty.
"He's being a douche, but Rachel shouldn't fret. He's just annoying like that." she shrugged and dried herself off.
"And she's just being protective of you. Is that so bad?" she asked, leaning against the counter. "She knows him. Probably better than we do. They're like creepy Jewish siblings."
Santana chuckled, "Truth, but you're my sister so it's good."
"I hate to break it to you, but we look nothing alike," Quinn deadpanned. "Seriously though, you need to let Polly Pocket in there know its okay to be protective of you if you like her doing that stuff. Even if she does look and sound like an angry chihuahua when she does."
"Whatever, Barbie." Santana smirked as she pulled on her shirt and headed back to the kitchen. "Rach?" she called out looking for her girlfriend and son.
Rachel had AJ cradled on one hip as she mixed the pasta salad up, humming softly to the boy as he reached for her hair. "In here, Santana," she called softly, still feeling discouraged at her defensiveness making her fiancée feel bad.
"Hey," she said, smiling as she kissed her son's mess of curls. "Don't pout. I like that you stand up for me."
"But I made you feel as if you'd done something wrong," she murmured, handing their son off to his mami. "I shouldn't have. He was just playing I suppose. I overreacted again."
Santana cuddled her son and watched Rachel. "He's a douche... you were standing up for me and I love that about you."
"I still made you feel bad," she whispered, glancing over at Santana sadly. "I never want you to feel bad or like you're behaving inappropriately due to my actions."
"I shouldn't do that. I just didn't know what... that I didn't realize that I shouldn't do it and I guess that's something wrong with me, but you didn't do anything wrong."
"You shouldn't do what? Take your shirt off when you're hot? That's absurd, Santana. Noah should be enough of a gentleman not to stare like a lecherous old man."
"I shouldn't do that because it's not proper and I'm engaged." she said, "He wouldn't look if I didn't show it. You are just being a good wife to be. I will think about my actions."
"Why is it improper? You still had a bra on and were almost more covered than some of the bikini's I've seen." Rachel frowned, "I strongly dislike the idea of apologizing for Noah's inappropriate behaviour as if he lacked the self-control to not stare simply because you removed your shirt. He is a grown man and there is no excuse for that behaviour. For example, he is an excellent example of male physique and yet you don't see women mindlessly ogling his pectorals when he removes his shirt."
"Quinn ogles him." Santana retorted, "But I know, it's a double standard and it sucks."
"I ogle you as well," she pointed out. "It's a right I get as your fiancee and she gets as his girlfriend. But Noah knows better, thus when he behaves like he's escaped from a lower branch of the evolutionary tree, he will inevitably be... corrected."
AJ started fussing and trying to get Santana's attention, "What is it, baby?" she asked, looking at him. "You frustrated because you can't hear mommy?" She asked softly, trying to not fear her son's hearing loss whenever he doesn't react.
"Mmmm," he started, bouncing in her arms as his little face screwed up in concentration. "Mmmmaa... Ma! Mmaaama! Mama!" He bounced happily, clapping awkwardly.
"Oh my gosh," Rachel's eyes went wide. "Santana, did he..."
"Mama!" He chortled, hugging Santana's neck.
"Oh my god," Santana gasped as she clung to him, "Holy shit. Rachel? He... oh god!"
"Mama!" AJ laughed, kissing Santana's cheek wetly.
"He spoke," Rachel stared with her eyes wide, hands covering her mouth. "Santana, he... he spoke. Dad's coming and Aaron just said his first word!"
"Holy crap," She exclaimed again, "That's my boy," She kissed his face, "That's my little man."
AJ laughed and patted her cheeks. "Mama," he cooed happy to have her attention.
Just then Rachel's phone buzzed on the counter and she picked it up to check the messages. "And Dad's going to be here in another twenty minutes," she smiled up at Santana. "I think it is imperative that you show him our son's newest trick upon his arrival, don't you?"
She nodded, just staring at her son in awe. After a few moments, she pointed him at Rachel, "Who's that? Baby, is that mommy?"
He blinked at Rachel for a moment then turned back to Santana with a confused frown. "Mama," he repeated, trying to hug her again.
Rachel just chuckled and shook her head, "Don't push, Santana. I'm sure he'll find a word for me soon enough. I'm just happy to hear him speak and call you his mama."
Santana hugged her son tightly and kissed his head, "I love you." she said as she looked at her girlfriend. "More than anything."
"Than anything?" Rachel whispered, stepping close to wrap her arms around her son and fiancee. "I love my family most I think. Thank you for giving that to me, Santana."
She nodded and closed her eyes as she felt AJ snuggle into them.
The End