Queen Santana sat down with Guhr Turar and together with her most trusted advisors, they worked out a strategy. Queen Santana has to admit she's very impressed by the Sautori army - they think so differently from them that Queen Santana knows this means they also think very differently from the king and the king-lord's army. Their weapons are amazing as well and for a second, Santana actually feels pity for the soldiers they're fighting. The Sautori are definitely not like any of the Fylingi they've met so far. The Sautori are as war-orientated as the Fylingi are peaceful folk - as Queen Santana understands, Sautori children are raised with the idea they will die on a battlefield - both girls and boys. Those children who are deemed too weak or unfit for battle are trained for other tasks necessary - gathering and making food, nursing soldiers back to health, etc. - both boys and girls.
Now, a few weeks after their arrival, they've already advanced more than they had in the recent year. King Temyr of the Sautori has definitely trained his soldiers well. Which brings Queen Santana some ideas about the new country she will rule once all of this is over.
One night, having moved forward after winning another battle once again, she sits down with Guhr Turar, who has taken it upon him to represent both his King Temyr and his fellow Guhrs when talking to Queen Santana.
"King Temyr understands I will rule Limahio?" Queen Santana asks, once again. She's asked this countless times before. "I want to make sure that when this war is over, we are prepared to bring peace back. I wish to avoid any claims for the crown. I understand King Temyr is a good king and his people have a lot of respect and admiration for him."
Guhr Turar nods once, not showing any signs of impatience or annoyance. "King Temyr is a good king, but as all of the Sautori's kings, he is a war king. We know nothing about ruling a country in peace. You are better suited for it."
"I'm afraid this war has taken a lot from my soldiers," Santana admits, shaking her head at the guilt she feels. "They are weary, even the staff. But your soldiers are energetic, fierce, eager. This fresh blood, combined with your knowledge and skill will definitely be a defining factor. You actually enjoy this, don't you?" Santana asks, not judging him at all.
Guhr Turar can see in her eyes that Queen Santana is genuine. "It's all we know. For all this time, we have been training for this moment, building our lives around this. The Sautori left the Fylingi because the way the Fylingi were living their lives, we knew we would never get our forests back. But because of your declaration of war, the moment is finally there. We want nothing more than to fight."
Queen Santana nods thoughtfully. "Won't it be so strange when it's over, though? For you? An entire people preparing for this for so long… have you ever thought about when it's over? When you have your forests back? What is your plan after that? What kind of lives will you lead when there is no imminent war to be prepared for?"
Guhr Turar seems bewildered by this question. "I… we… we always envisioned winning our forests back, but having to defend our rights. We imagined we'd have to fight the army of Carmeltonia and once we had reclaimed what was ours, we'd have to go on fighting to keep it. We never expected the Lopez dynasty to attempt to restore Kinleysia and Carmeltonia to Limahio and give us our forests back peacefully."
A small smile plays on the lips of Queen Santana. "As I said, both our staff and soldiers are weary. I think they've had enough of the army and of war for a long time to come. Of course, even when Limahio is united once again, we will not be the only country in this world. Limahio will be too vast a kingdom to leave undefended. Would you kindly talk to your King about considering to form Limahio's Army? I imagine King Temyr would lead the army and you could keep the structures you have and that work so well."
Guhr Turars eyes light up with glee. He swallows and nods. "I will make the suggestion."
Queen Santana can see that Guhr Turar is feeling many more emotions than he's letting on. She can almost sense the future he envisions, and it makes her happy. It had been plaguing her for a while - how would she defend the large Limahio? Those of her soldiers left would be tired, unlikely keen to join a new army. And of course she could command Carmeltonia's warriors to join the combined army, but how could she ever trust them fully when she would after all be the queen who defeated them? She has to be able to completely trust her army. She's had this same conversation with Quinn, when she was visiting the family. As much as she trusts her advisers, sometimes it's a good idea to discuss these things with someone who isn't part of the military world. She knew she could trust Quinn to find a solution with her that would make people feel good and happy. And she knows now that she will definitely be able to trust a Sautori army.
All of this thanks to her Quinn. Her heart almost spills over with love just thinking of her lover, and her smile, her eyes, the way she feels pressed against her, the way she plays with the kids - she could go on and on.
Queen Santana and King Temyr decide to give their soldiers some rest before advancing on the capital for the final battle, allowing them to regain their strength. Of course, there is a rotating system for the soldiers to stand guard. Queen Santana decided to take this time to spend with her family again and travelled back to the palace Quinn and the children are.
Quinn was beyond happy to see her Queen and the night of her arrival, they spent hours making love, over and over again, going on long after they felt sore and tired. Eduardo proudly showed Santana his many drawings of the battles, giving his mother heroic poses and attributing many victories to her prowess. Quinn tells Santana how often Henry will sit with Beth, Beth reading every book she can get her hands on while Eduardo draws. Beth impressed Santana with her extensive knowledge of just about everything. Henry has taken a shine to joining Mercedes in the kitchen and is apparently become quite the talented cook. Little Amalia, intent on not being referred to as little, is adored by all. She runs around faster than she can be followed and is overly curious. She wants to know everything about everyone and has a knack for remembering things to get things done. But she's so adorable nobody holds any kind of grudge. She's a very brave little girl, courageous even when she's fearful, and always manages to take care of herself. Queen Santana thinks she strongly resembles Quinn in this regard. Santana keeps cuddling Amalia, holding her, playing with her, cuddling again - she feels so guilty that she's missing out on so much with the war going on.
Later, Queen Santana discusses the conversation she had with Guhr Turar with Quinn, who raises a new question. "The Sautori are this way because they are raised this way. They know nothing else. Do you plan to have the soldiers raise their kids this way so they will go into the army? Will that not be difficult to maintain, when they can see how many different other ways of life there are? Or are you planning to keep them sheltered from the rest of the country, when you fought so hard for their freedom?"
Santana raises her eyebrows. "I… well, I don't think any of the Sautori will have to join the army. We could give them the choice, just as we could offer any citizen the choice to join the army when we've just formed the country. As time goes on, we can give everyone the choice whether they join the army or not. It will take a long time for the Sautori to change the way they think, if they ever do. They will be part of Limahio, but live in their own forests, as they choose. I don't want to force them into anything."
Quinn smiles. "I guess that's for the future. But I love how you really are trying to find a way to give everyone a fair choice. We can work out the details of how to run the country later, can't we?"
Santana nods. They share a loving kiss and soon lose themselves in it, Quinn finding herself in Santana's lap, grinding into Santana's growing erection.
They are interrupted by the door opening loudly, and Santana is about to blow up at whoever has the audacity to disturb this intimate moment, but then she sees Blaine's face and she knows something important happened. Her heart stops for a second - what if it's bad news?
"Someone… someone's here for you, Queen Santana. A big man, says his name is Guhr something. The guards won't let him pass the outer confines, but he's very adamant he be brought to you."
Santana jumps up, proud of her guards for stopping anyone they aren't absolutely certain of. She smiles at Quinn. "Come with me."
Quinn's eyes shine with pride as she joins her lover, feeling honored that Queen Santana is taking her with her to receive military news. When they've finally reached the outer confines, Guhr Turar looks as if he's about to explode with anxiety, but he stops dead in his tracks when he sees the queen and her lover.
"Your wife is very beautiful, Queen Santana," he says solemnly.
Santana chuckles and wraps an arm around Quinn's hips. "She's indeed superbly beautiful and insanely smart, but sadly, not my wife yet."
Guhr Turar grunts. "Very soon, she will be. The King of Carmeltonia surrendered. They wish the capital to be unharmed. They know they stand no chance when we have conquered all of their kingdom."
Queen Santana blinks. "Do you mean…"
Guhr Turar nods. "You are now Queen Santana of Limahio."
Santana grabs Quinn and spins her around, then kisses her passionately. "My queen-lady," she grins. "The war is over!"
Santana arrives in the dead of night at the palace her family stays at. She decided to ride by herself, choosing not to be slowed down by anyone. She only has one guard joining her. Her heart is racing in her chest - she's beyond excited to see her family again.
At the gate, she is stopped by two guards. They're surprised when the queen reveals her identity by showing her face - they were expecting her to arrive late the next day. They ask her the required questions to make absolutely sure this is their queen standing before them and then one of the guards goes to warn the others that it's safe to let Santana through. Santana grins proudly at the way she's being stopped, even though she's the queen. It tells her that her family really is safe.
Once inside, she makes her way straight to Queen's quarters. The guards standing at the entrance to her corridor and at the door to her chambers have both been warned and greet their queen quietly. Once again, she answers the required questions.
Finally inside Quinn's chambers, she takes off her clothes and gets ready to slip into the bed behind her lover when she is struck by her beauty. The pale moonlight falls through the tall windows and Quinn looks so peaceful asleep. Santana bites her lower lip as she takes in the gorgeous sight of her soon-to-be wife, unable to believe her look. For a minute, she's overcome by emotion. She has missed her Quinn so much and she finds it hard to believe that she's finally here, before her.
She swallows and lifts the covers, slipping in behind Quinn, wrapping her arms around her lover. She buries her face in Quinn's hair, deeply inhaling her scent, then moving to kiss her neck. Quinn stirs in her arms and when Santana starts nipping at her skin, Quinn's eyes flutter and she opens them. Her first instinct is to pull away and start screaming, but then that familiar smell hits her nose and even though her brain tells her it's impossible, she just knows it's her very own queen.
"Santana?" she whispers, her heart hammering in her chest. "What are you doing here?"
Santana smiles and leans in for a deep kiss. "I came as fast as I could. I didn't want to wake up the kids, but I couldn't wait to hold you for a second longer."
Quinn turns around in Santana's arms and uses both hands to cup her lover's face. She crashes her mouth into Santana's, their lips desperate for one another, their tongues passionately getting reacquainted. Quinn grabs Santana's butt with one hand, the other grabbing her package, massaging it softly.
Santana moans into Quinn's mouth and kisses her way to her clavicle again. She moves until she lies on top of Quinn, her face buried in the nape of her neck. She licks and sucks, leaving a trail of red marks along Quinn's skin. She just can't get enough of her taste, her smell, how soft her skin is. Santana bucks her hips into Quinn's hand, her own hands tugging at the hem of the nightgown her lover is wearing, desperate to get it off. Quinn lifts her body to assist Santana and soon enough, they're both naked, skin flushed, panting heavily.
Quinn feels so light, trembling a little under Santana's intense gaze. Her lips part slightly in amazement at the love and passion she finds there, the need in those eyes overwhelming her. Santana pushes her back and kisses her neck again, moving slowly to her sternum as she guides a hand between their legs. Quinn wraps her fingers around Santana's hardening dick and smiles when she feels it pulsating in her warm hand.
Santana slips her finger between Quinn's slick folds, grinning when she feels how wet her girl is for her. She drags her finger from her entrance to her clit and then starts circling the rising nub, carefully applying pressure where she knows Quinn most needs it. Quinn's breathing is hitched and Santana continues kissing her chest, moving to her breasts now. She makes sure to give each nipple an equal amount of attention, wrapping her lips around them and sucking hard, teasing with the tip of her tongue and then licking.
Santana groans when she leans back to admire her handiwork. Quinn is panting heavily now, her chest rising and falling, nipples hard, erect and wet, her legs clenched around Santana's hand. Quinn's own hand is tugging at Santana dick with long, tight strokes, her thumb circling the head.
"I love you so much, Quinn," Santana whispers hoarsely.
Quinn leans up to capture Santana's lips in a searing kiss, gasping as she feels Santana's finger slipping inside her entrance. The kiss is raw and needy, Quinn biting Santana's lower lip so hard it starts bleeding a little, and not long after, they can taste each other's tears on their lips - tears of pure happiness and relief at finally being together.
"I missed you so much," Quinn whispers back against Santana's lips. "I love you with all my heart, Santana." She moans and falls back on the bed when Santana starts fucking her with her finger, her thumb rubbing her clit. "Please… inside," she begs, her voice high-pitched. "Fill me up!"
Santana isn't one to deny the love of her life anything. She pulls her hand back from Quinn's pussy and uses it to line her dick up with her entrance. She lets out a long, satisfied moan when finally, she sinks her hard cock inside Quinn's warm, tight pussy, pushing through her throbbing walls. She leans down to kiss Quinn's neck again, allowing herself to be overwhelmed by her scent and the feeling of her pussy squeezing her rock hard dick in all the right places.
Quinn grabs Santana's butt with both hands, pushing her in deeper. Their breasts touch, their nipples brushing against one another. Santana gyrates her hips into Quinn's, pushing and pulling, pushing and pulling, then pushing again until she's buried her shaft so deep inside of her girl that her exposed clit hits Santana's pelvis. Santana keeps her dick sheathed inside and just circles her hips to rub the entire surface of Quinn's clit.
Quinn is cursing silently and Santana kisses her way to her mouth, finally covering it with her lips. She slips her tongue inside as she slowly starts pumping again, making sure to rub Quinn's clit every time she pushes back inside.
Slowly, Santana lifts her body, adding more power to her thrusts. High-pitched noises are leaving her throat and she bites her lower lip as she feels Quinn jutting her hips upward to make Santana go deeper. The thrusts are longer and more powerful now, but Santana's knees buckle for a second when Quinn reaches up and wraps her lips around Santana's nipple - sucking, licking, biting, then healing with more sucking and licking. When she's done with one nipple, she moves to the other.
Santana focuses her attention on making Quinn feel good, but it's hard to coordinate her thrusts when her girl is doing that to her breasts. Finally, Quinn lets go - only to wrap her legs around Santana's waist and dig her heels into her lower back, urging her to go faster. Santana promptly follows the clear command and starts fucking her hard and fast. Santana yelps as she feels Quinn clamp down around her, those hot walls squeezing her pulsating member so hard it creates a delicious friction.
They're both moaning so loudly that it's a very good thing these palace walls block out all sound. Santana keeps pushing, her balls slapping against Quinn's tights, her hands on her butt. She keeps her hips still and is now pounding into her so hard and fast she feels like she barely controls it. Just when she feels her first load of cum shoot out of her dick, deep into Quinn's tight tunnel, Quinn's walls clench around her and trap her entirely. Santana empties her load as the tightness of her girlfriend's pussy renders her unable to move her dick. They ride out their orgasms, their bodies spasming against each other.
Santana loves filling Quinn up, which is just as well because Quinn absolutely loves being filled up by her queen. When Santana's dick finally starts to soften, she pulls out gently and lies down beside Quinn, wrapping her arms around her lover and leaning in for a soft kiss.
They want to speak of their love, but fall asleep before they can utter a word.
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The next morning, a loud knock on their door wakes them up. Santana is just about to yell something nasty, but Quinn can read her face in time to shut her up with a kiss and whisper: "It's probably the kids.."
A giant grin breaks out on Santana's face and she nods. Quinn puts on the nightgown she wore when she went to bed last night and throws Santana another one, as well as her special undergarments that conceal her package. Both nightgowns belong to Santana - Quinn is wearing her lover's at night to feel her close.
"Come in!" Quinn says loudly, and a few seconds later, the door opens.
A bunch of kids run inside and Brittany is carrying little Amalia. Everyone seems stunned to see Santana in bed beside Quinn.
"Mami?" Eduardo whispers, rubbing his eyes. He turns to Henry and asks genuinely: "Am I dreaming?"
Brittany shakes her head. "You're not, little man."
Another second passes, and suddenly their bed is full of kids fighting to get the first hug. Santana laughs and hugs them all tightly to her chest. She fluffs their hair and talks to them all elaborately.
Allison frowns and pouts, making Santana blink. Yep - definitely her mother's daughter. "I'm Beth," she says seriously.
Santana shoots Quinn a confused look and Quinn quickly explains: "Her full name is Allison Elisabeth. She decided she doesn't want us to call her Allison anymore because she has a new family now. She wants us to call her Beth."
Santana smiles. "Hi there, Beth Lopez," she winks. "I like it!"
The night guards have clearly informed the present staff that the queen has arrived that night, because when they do make it out of the bedroom, the table is set with an elaborate breakfast. Santana looks around and her heart is warmed at the scene. This is what she wants most - to be able to have breakfast with her entire family. She can't wait until she can call this beautiful woman sitting by her side her wife.
After breakfast, they go out for a walk. It's not as private as Santana would like with all the guards around them, but she'd rather have the guards watching them and be safe than lose any of these perfect people around her.
They settle in a lovely field, Henry and Beth playing with some of the toys they brought. Eduardo has taken his things to draw and Santana cradles Amalia in her arms, talking to her little girl excitedly. Every little noise or movement Amalia makes seems to amaze Santana. It makes her wish she could spend more time with her and to see her grow every day. It's unbelievable how much she's changed since the last time she's seen her.
After a while, Amalia falls asleep. Santana stands behind Quinn and wraps her arms around her waist, kissing her neck lightly. Her hands are resting on Quinn's belly and Quinn loves feeling those strong arms enveloping her.
Blaine, Brittany and Mercedes, who joined the royal family, are watching them from a small distance. Their pose, the way they look at each other - it says it all. Santana whispers something in Quinn's ear, then nibbles on her earlobe softly, and Quinn looks down to her feet, giggling and blushing. They're completely unaware they're being drawn by Eduardo, who is watching them intently.
Blaine sighs. "Well, if that isn't true love, I don't know what is."
A/N: This is a short chapter, but an important one for the progress of the story.
Quinntana Week 2014 is coming soon (quinntanaweek2014 on tumblr) and I've decided to participate for the AU theme. It'll be a one shot with Santiago as a successful professional soccer player, married to Quinn who has a career of her own. It's a lot of smut, basically. Hope you guys will give that a chance!
Santana rubs her face, sighing in frustration. She glances at the drawing Eduardo made of Quinn and her heart clenches. She misses her family so much and if it weren't for her responsibility to her country and her people, she'd just leave it all behind to go be with them. There is nothing she wants more.
She looks around the tent. She supposes it's nice enough, especially compared to the tents of the soldiers, but it's a far stretch from the Royal Palace. They tried to decorate it, probably to try and make her forget where she is. But no amount of tables, maps and tools, chairs and drawings can make her forget she's in a tent, fighting a war she feels closer to losing every single day.
She looks up when Mike enters the tent, admittedly glad for his company. He's one of the few people she completely trusts. "How are things?" she asks, not caring about formally addressing him with his title or sugarcoating her words.
He seems to share the sentiment. "Morale is low. Soldiers are wondering what the point in these fights is. Our men are tired and growing desperate."
Santana sighs. "What did I get this country into, Mike? Did I make a big mistake?"
He raises his eyebrows. "Do you want my honest opinion?"
She gives him a look, stretching her legs and getting herself more comfortable.
He scrapes his throat. "I don't know. Maybe. I mean - I do think it depends on how you look at it. There's no denying that right now, we're losing and there's no real hope for winning this war. But you couldn't know that when you declared war. You had very good reasons to hope for a different outcome."
"Did I act too rash? Was I so blinded by the prospect of finally getting to join the countries and of finally marrying Quinn that I lost sight of just how weak we are?"
Mike purses his lips. "Well, I don't know. Sure, we could have done more extensive research on the Fylingi. But would they have appreciated that? Wouldn't they have felt offended? Also, the queen-lady - I mean, the former queen-lady Rachel… she wasn't going to sit tight for much longer. I think she was very close to doing something that would have blown everything up. She couldn't stand Quinn and I'm pretty sure something was cooking in her mind. She didn't want this marriage any more than you did by the end of it and she would have found a way. At least you had the time to prepare. Just imagine how bad it would have been without preparation and without the Fylingi."
Santana frowns. "I have to be honest, I hadn't taken that into account. I think we would have had to surrender, and I'm not sure Rachel would have let either me or my family live. If she had, it would only have been in a most humiliating way."
"I think you're strong and brave, Queen Santana," Mike suddenly blurts out. He blushes, suddenly aware of himself. Then he swallows and continues. "You're doing the right thing. After all these centuries, finally, you're fighting to make Limahio one country again. You're giving freedom to the Fylingi. You're restoring the way things were before."
Santana lets out a long sigh. "I just wish there was a way to stop this senseless loss of lives. We need something - anything - to either get the upper hand or to get out of this. But I just don't see it. I keep imagining I was just a citizen of Kinleysia, and that Quinn would be sent to war and I'd lose her and know her loss would be senseless because we can't win this. I would… I don't know what I would do. All these people who have lost their loved ones, it must be so incredibly terrible."
Mike gives her a small smile. "Quinn really got to you, if I may be so free, my queen. I'm sure that before you met Quinn, you never would have seen things that way."
Santana doesn't know what to respond to that, except to admit that it's true. Then Sam enters the tent and announces: "Holly brought a visitor, my queen. Permission for their entrance?"
Santana gives a curt nod, curious who Holly will have brought. Santana has to admit that Holly has been a real asset, very involved in everything.
Santana's a little startled when Holly enters the tent, followed by a very large, very scary-looking man. He has to bend a little to fit in and his torso is just… giant is the only way to describe it. He has markings all over his body and seems to be carrying weapons in places she never would think of.
"Queen Santana," Holly states proudly. "May I present you Guhr Turar."
Santana knits her eyebrows, racing through her brain in an attempt to recover any memory of having heard that name before. She comes up blank.
"Guhr Turar is one of King Temyrs five Guhrs. They're the highest ranking warriors of King Temys' guard. King Temyr of the Sautori. All Sautori are descendants of the Fylingi."
Santana's eyes grow as wide as saucers. They're the tribe Holly told that story about - the Fylingi who didn't agree with the Great Friend's style of ruling and who moved away to form their own kingdom.
Santana gets up and makes her way to Guhr Turar, not sure how to greet him. He just looks at her with his fierce, dark eyes. He doesn't greet her, and when he speaks, his voice is low and his words almost incomprehensible because of his accent. But she hears him very well. "The Sautori heard of the war. You're losing."
For the first time in a long time, Santana blushes. "Unfortunately, we are." She's thinking on her feet now. "Would King Temyr be interested in joining the war. It is being fought for a just cause."
Holly smiles. "I explained the specifics of our cause to Guhr Turar. The Sautori know their history very well, as well as ours."
To Santana's surprise, the giant Guhr Turar falls to his knees in front of her - still towering over her. He casts his eyes to the ground when he speaks again. "We have heard of you, Queen Santana. The ruler with the mind of a woman and the ability to both make and feed children. We admire you greatly."
Santana frowns. She supposes that's true. "Fight with us, Guhr Turar, and we can offer you the woods of Carmeltonia that were once yours."
Guhr Turar looks her straight in the eye and Santana has to admit it's quite frightening. "King Temyr is ready. I shall send word for his army to march on Kinleysia. Together, we will win this war. We have been preparing for it for centuries."
Santana has to restrain herself from hugging this giant man. She knows that first, she has to discuss the exact terms and the plan of action, inform the soldiers and set out a new strategy. But she resolves to write Quinn about this new development as soon as she possibly can.
"How long will King Temyr's journey last?" Santana asks Guhr Turar.
"Ten days, Queen Santana."
Santana smiles. She knows something better than writing Quinn - she's going to visit her family. Finally see them again, and finally hold Quinn in her arms again. Kiss her and make love to her. She knows if she leaves Mike in charge, things will be run the same way they would be if she stayed.
She immediately sits down to write Quinn about her plan to ride out for a visit the very next day.
A/N: Sometimes, a story just happens to you. You didn't expect it, you didn't ask for it, but it's there and you can't help but let it in. So when you're at work, the details decide to join the party and by the time you get home, you're writing it down in one go. Even though it didn't exist at all 24 hours ago. That's what happened with this one shot. I read the story "Now that I know what I want" by Fabray-Lopez, and this one-shot happened to me. I really got my inspiration from that story - it takes a few basic facts from it, and while a lot of things are similar, it went in a different direction in my head.
This is a one shot, which means this is the only chapter. At this point, I don't see it becoming a longer story. I won't rule it out entirely, but I don't see it happening right now and even if it ever would, it wouldn't be in the near future. I have enough stories running as it is, but this one shot I just had to write. I will try to update one of my other stories soon.
Quinn kept her eyes wide open and took deep breaths in an attempt to keep the tears at bay as she walked away from school. She didn't want to cry, not again. She practiced her smile, but she could feel the corners of her mouth pulling down. She passed the corner and as she expected, her sister was already in the car, waiting for her. She looked slightly pissed off. Of course, on a Friday, she wanted to get home as soon as possible to get ready for yet another party.
I wish I was like her, Quinn thought to herself. I wish I was pretty and popular and invited to all the parties. When she got to the car, she wasn't surprised to see Santana in the front seat next to her sister. Quinn's heart started beating faster - she just couldn't help it. Santana was her sister's best friend, two years older than herself. Santana, with her million watt-smile, her long dark hair, her deep brown eyes, her smooth skin, her full lips, her flawless figure, her pearly white teeth. Quinn shook her head, telling herself that she really should stop thinking like that about her sister's best friend. Even if she has been crushing on her massively for two years now.
"Where the fuck were you, Lucy?" Frannie snarled. "Santana and I have better things to do than sit around and wait for you, you know. We actually have a life."
Quinn swallowed, but didn't say anything, afraid her voice would quiver and would give her sister even more of an excuse to be mean to her. Besides, she couldn't really tell her sister that ms Pillsbury had trapped Quinn in her office and had tried to offer a listening ear. Certainly not in front of Santana. Frannie wouldn't care anyway. She was ashamed of Quinn being her sister. The only reason she took Quinn to school and took her with her back home was because their parents insisted a Fabray should not be seen in a public bus. So Frannie told Quinn to get in the car two blocks away from school, to make sure they wouldn't be seen together. It wasn't a secret that they were sisters, but Frannie just didn't want to remind people.
"You alright there, Lucy Q?" Santana asked as Quinn got into the backseat. Quinn nodded and looked out of the window, afraid she might cry if she looked at Santana. Maybe that was the worst part of this stupid crush - that Santana was always so nice to her. She was probably the only person in the entire school who didn't either make fun of her or ignore her. She was also the only person in the entire world who called her Lucy Q, and the nickname gave Quinn butterflies every time. It was how she'd got the idea to call herself by her middle name. Now she just had to gather the courage to stand up for herself and ask other people to call her Quinn.
"I'm getting sick of this, Lucy. You really need to get your driver's licence. I'm sure daddy'll be more than happy to get you your own car."
Quinn didn't respond and Frannie rolled her eyes before starting the car. She turned to Santana to talk about her boyfriend and Quinn was relieved to be left alone. She'd try to get her driver's licence, but she was too scared to fail. Failure just wasn't an option in the Fabray household. She knew how her parents would get if she failed. And if she was being completely honest - she was scared she'd look ridiculous driving a car.
As soon as they got home, Quinn grabbed her bag and ran to her room. Their parents were out for the weekend and had left before school was out. This was the perfect opportunity for Frannie to go to a party and stay as long as she wanted. Their parents knew Frannie was going to the party, but fully believed she'd be home by midnight. After all, the only reason they allowed her to go was that it was important to them that their daughters were popular. Quinn knew that's why they hated her so much - because they were ashamed of her and didn't understand how she could be like that. How she could have that boring, salt-and-pepper-coloured hair and those pimples instead of the Fabray blonde hair and flawless skin. How she could be so chubby when the rest of them were perfectly thin. How it was possible that she needed her braces for such a long time - for temporary braces, she'd sure been having to put them in for a long time. And how it was impossible to find any kind of clothes she looked decent in.
Quinn knew she had studying to do, but she couldn't focus right now. She grabbed her favorite Blondie CDs and put a few of them in the rotating tray of her stereo. It had been a birthday gift from Santana and it had made Quinn beyond happy. She knew how expensive it was, but Santana had assured Quinn not to worry about it and that she'd pulled some strings with a guy she knew. This gift had only made Quinn fall so much more in love - not because it was expensive, but because Santana knew her so well and had done this for her. Frannie had just frowned at the gift and called Santana crazy. To which Santana had said, pointedly: At least it's not hurting anyone.
The happy memory was soon pushed away in her head by more recent memories of the words she'd had to endure that day. Finally alone in her room, Quinn let the tears flow. When all the kids her age would spend their Friday nights having fun and hanging out with friends, she'd be alone in her room again, crying to herself and listening to old Blondie records, wishing she was someone else, somewhere else, at another time. She made sure not to put her music too loud - she didn't want her sister to storm in, telling her to shut down that "god-awful prehistoric music". Frannie was in Glee club, but if you asked Quinn, she had no idea about good music. These songs brought Quinn to such a different world than her own.
Quinn tried to wait until Frannie and Santana were out of the house as well, but with nobody around, it really was stronger than herself. All the harsh words and hurtful looks of the day flooded into her mind and it made her cry so hard she was shaking. She grabbed her pillow to muffle the sound, her knees pulled up to her chin. The whispers, the laughter, the pretending it's not about her. The way she felt like she just wanted to be invisible, to be seen by nobody. Being picked last at gym again, and the groans of her teammates, the complaint to the P.E. teacher that it wasn't fair to be having the disadvantage of Lucy on their team. The being called Lucy. The P.E. teacher just giving some crap line about how they have to be able to work in team with everyone. The stares at lunch, even though she hadn't even filled half of her plate. And then when she'd got up to leave the canteen, when she'd heard some girls say she was probably going somewhere to pig on snacks. But that was the kind of stuff she got every day. She could prepare for those, or at least expect them. She hated when they came up with new insults to hurl, new speculations to bully her with. She also hated how there was just no escape, nowhere to go. It got so bad that even when she was alone, she had the feeling she was being stared at or talked about, which made her hate herself even more - as if they cared enough about her to follow her around. But then sometimes they did - they followed her and mocked her and pushed her around, trying to get a rise out of her and laugh even more. Some school staff, like Ms Pillsbury or Ms Holiday, tried to talk to her and be there for her, but what could they really do? It wasn't one bully. It was everyone, because even the people who didn't bully her actively laughed along or pretended not to notice. All she wanted was to go through the days as quickly as possible, count down to the weekend, no matter how lonely it was. All she wanted was to be someone else. She didn't even believe in the stories of how everything got better in college, or at least after high school. She'd seen the videos of celebrities looking incredibly hot, saying it'd get better. But those celebrities weren't there when the bullies were making her feel too worthless to even exist, and those kind of videos weren't the ones their bully fans were watching.
Quinn was so lost in thought that she barely noticed one of her favorite songs starting to play. Her entire body was shaking because of her sobs - she just wanted so badly to get out of there and be someone else, anyone else. The thoughts seemed to physically hurt her, she could feel her body ache with the pain of being hated by everyone, the pain of loneliness and feeling so utterly worthless, feeling like she didn't even have the right to breathe.
It took a few seconds to register her favorite voice in the world softly singing along to the song playing.
You asked me what's my pleasure
A movie or a measure
I'll have a cup of tea and tell you of my dreaming
Dreaming is free
Dreaming, dreaming is free
Quinn's face grew hot when she looked up to see Santana in the doorframe - how hadn't she heard the door open? As if Santana could read her thoughts, she said: "Of course I know the song. It's one of my favorites of theirs," she smiled.
Quinn swallowed and looked away, knowing full well that she couldn't hide the tears when her eyes were red, her skin flushed, her arms clutching her pillow.
"Hey, what's the matter, Lucy Q?" Santana asked, walking over to Quinn's bed. "Why are you crying?"
Quinn opened her mouth to speak, but the words didn't come. She felt physically unable to say the words and before she could stop it, another sob overwhelmed her.
Santana put her hand on Quinn's arm and rubbed it gently. "Don't cry. You can talk to me."
Quinn took a deep breath and got the words out quickly: "Go away."
Santana frowned. "Not before you tell me what's wrong. I'm here for you, you know that, right?"
Quinn just kept crying. She hated herself for it, for showing how weak and vulnerable she was. She didn't want Santana's pity. She wanted to just stop existing. Santana put her arms around Quinn and it was almost too much for her. Santana's smell enveloped her entirely. Santana let her cry for a few minutes and then tried again: "Shhh, it's okay, pretty girl."
"It's not okay!" Quinn cried, tears streaming down her face. "And I'm not pretty. They made that very clear!"
Santana sighed. "What did they say?"
Quinn turned away even more, wanting Santana to go away and leave her alone. She took a deep breath and with a slightly shaking voice, she said: "You should get ready for the party. You'll be late." She knew they were going to someone else's house first, to have what they called pre-party drinks, to 'get in the mood'.
Santana ignored her. "What did they say, Lucy Q?"
Finally, Quinn gave in. She'd known Santana Lopez for a few years now and she knew how stubborn she was. "They… they were making fun of me, saying I'd probably never been kissed and then they said I'm so repulsive I'll have to pay a guy to sleep with me and I'd never earn enough money to be able to pay one enough to do it."
Quinn didn't dare look into Santana's eyes. She was too ashamed. She was surprised to hear anger in Santana's voice when she said: "Please tell me you don't believe that, Lucy Q. You know it's complete and utter fucking bullshit from a bunch of sluts who'd open their legs for any random guy."
Quinn didn't say anything.
"Lucy!" Santana said, sounding exasperated. "Don't let them get to you. Please tell me you don't believe those stupid cows!"
Quinn shrugged. "They're right, aren't they? I'm ugly and repulsive and nobody will ever want me."
"That's not true," Santana said, her voice gentle again. "Trust me."
Quinn was just about to ask where Santana had found this blind guy who was so into her when Frannie shouted from down the hall: "Come on, Santana, you need to get ready! Kitty will be all over David if we're late and I can't lose him to her!"
Santana got up and walked to the door. "You know, I think I'm not coming with you tonight. I think I'll stay with Lucy Q."
"What?" Frannie asked incredulously. Quinn could totally imagine the look on her face, but she had to admit that she was just as surprised. "What the fuck are you on, Santana? Why the hell would you stay with that loser when there's a really cool party tonight?"
If only your precious mommy and daddy would hear you curse like that, Quinn thought to herself. Their perfect god-fearing daughter… bitch.
"I just don't feel like partying," Santana explained. "I'd rather stay in and hang out with Lucy Q. She's your goddamn sister, you should know she's pretty cool."
"Whatever," Frannie sounded really annoyed. "I don't have time for this. What is it with your freaking boner for Lucy anyway? Jesus. I'll see you later then, I guess. Don't wait up for me, though, David and I might go to his place."
When Santana closed the door and went back to Quinn, Quinn looked at her suspiciously. "Why aren't you going to the party?"
"Because I wouldn't be having fun anyway. How could I go out and have fun when I'm worrying about you?" she frowned. "I'd much rather watch a movie with you and relax anyway. I have to put up with these idiots all week, it sounds nice to spend my Friday night with a sane person." Neither of them looked up when they heard Frannie start her car and drive away.
It's crazy, Quinn thought to herself. She's such a bitch at school and then when we're alone, she's the sweetest person I know.
Santana tucked a strand of hair behind Quinn's ear. "You shouldn't listen to them, you know. You're beautiful."
Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Hey," Santana reacted. "I mean it. You're fantastic. You're smart, and I know you can sing because I've heard you sing along to your favorite music and you're really good. You should join Glee club, we'd win Nationals straight away for once. You're also the sweetest girl I know and you have such a kind heart. Any of those losers at school would be lucky to have a friend like you. You have great taste in music - I've never heard you play anything I didn't like. And when you let your guard down, you're so funny. And you really are pretty. Your eyes are beyond compare, breathtaking. You're such an amazing person and it makes you so much prettier. I don't see the pimples or the braces when I look at you, Lucy Q. I see a sweet girl, and a strong and brave girl. Because the abuse you get every day? I couldn't handle it. You're an inspiration and I wish you could look in the mirror and see how beautiful you are."
Quinn quirked an eyebrow. What's the catch? she thought to herself. It was a lot to take in. She knew Santana was always nice to her, but she never thought Santana had thought so much about her to be saying all of these things.
"I just want to be pretty," Quinn sighed. "I have all these dreams of being someone else but I wake up and I'm still me. Plain fat Lucy."
Santana cupped Quinn's cheek and stroked her thumb over her skin. "You're not fat. Okay, so you're not thin. Big deal. Most girls at school are only thin because they starve themselves. It's not healthy."
"You still sleep with them," Quinn scoffed, immediately chastising herself. "Shit, I'm so sorry, Santana. I didn't mean to sound like that. I didn't want to accuse you or -"
Lips. Soft lips. On hers. Santana. Mind. Blown. Real-really happening. Santana's soft lips moving against her own, gently touching, tasting hers, nipping at hers. It took Quinn a few seconds to catch up and when she did, she had no control over her body. If she'd been by her full senses, she wouldn't have kissed Santana back - but she couldn't help it. So many times, she'd stared at those lips and wondered about them, about how they'd feel. Wondered how it would feel to kiss them, to feel her so close. Even if it was just a pity kiss.
When Santana pulled away, Quinn's eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. Santana kissed a few tears away before whispering: "You're beautiful, Lucy Q. I wish you could see that. You're the most beautiful girl I know and I've wanted to do that for a while."
Santana crawled over Quinn and lied down next to her, rubbing her arm, smiling at Quinn. Quinn tried to look away, but Santana grabbed her chin and forced Quinn to look her in the eye. "You have beautiful eyes, and didn't some cheeseball once say that the eyes are the windows to the soul?"
Quinn blushed. "Why are you doing this, Santana? Why are you saying these things and kissing me? I appreciate that you're trying to make me feel better, and that kiss was amazing and the best first kiss I could ever have asked for, but why?"
Santana bit her lip and it was her turn to look away now. She grabbed Quinn's hand, the pad of her thumb circling the palm of Quinn's hand. "The most simple reason you could imagine, Lucy Q."
Lucy let out a disappointed sigh. What could she have possibly expected, though? Santana, the prettiest girl in school. Of course it was just that. "Pity?" Lucy asked softly, wanting even more badly to disappear.
Santana chuckled and shook her head. "No, not pity. It's really the simplest reason you could think of. I kissed you… I kissed you because I love you, Lucy Q."
That silenced Quinn, to the point where Santana looked worried. "I mean, I get that you're straight and that me having a dick isn't enough but I thought you should know this. I thought you should know that I've felt like this for a few months now but that I respect that you're straight and I kissed you now because I just wanted your first kiss to be with someone who really cared about you, truly and deeply."
Quinn licked her lips. "I… uhm…the truth is, I don't really care about that Santana. Being straight or gay, I mean. I don't… I don't think it really matters to me if I fall in love with a boy or a girl. As long as it's love. As long as I can trust someone."
"Can you trust me?" Santana asked hopefully. "Because I trust you. I'd trust you with my life."
Quinn thought about this for a few seconds and then nodded. "Yeah. I trust you. You're the only one I trust, actually. I… I've been thinking… about getting… I mean, I don't know, but I've been thinking about getting surgery. I don't want to look like this anymore."
Santana frowned, but pulled Quinn closer to her. "That's a big step to take, Lucy Q. You're a teenager, your body's still developing. And to me, you're a stunner already." She saw the look on Quinn's face and then continued: "But, if you want to know what I think, I'll be honest with you. I think that if you feel like having surgery is what you want, and you're sure about it, then you should go ahead and ask your parents. But only because it would allow you to feel better. And only surgery that you can reverse if you regret it later on. No matter what you decide, I'll support you, Lucy Q."
For the first time that day, or even that week, a small smile appeared on Quinn's lips. "I've been thinking about changing that, too - my name. I was thinking if I got the surgery, I could get people to call me Quinn."
Santana grinned. "Quinn. Quinn Fabray. I like it, I like it a lot."
"You do?" Quinn asked excitedly. "I'm not dreaming, am I? I'm not going to wake up alone in my bed? Pinch me."
"I love you, Quinn. I'm Santana Lopez and I love you, Quinn Fabray. And I know something better than pinching."
Santana got up and went to Quinn's desk, taking the box she kept her braces in at night. Quinn took them out and put them away. Santana crawled onto the bed again and went to lie down on top of Quinn. It felt amazing to have Santana's body spread out over her, to have her so close, to smell her and to feel her everywhere. Everywhere.
Quinn reached up and touched Santana's face. "I love you, Santana. I mean, since we're being honest… I've had a crush on you since I met you. I'm in love with you, San, and I never thought I'd get to say it. I thought you'd laugh and keep your distance and you were the only one who treated me like a person, an actual person, and I didn't want to lose that."
"You're not losing anything or anyone," Santana said, her voice slightly hoarse. She let her hand rest on Quinn's hips and pursed her lips, then went in for a kiss. Their lips touched and again, it felt like pure heaven to Quinn. Santana eagerly kissed her, licking Quinn's lips this time, probing her tongue until Quinn opened her mouth for her. Santana's slick, warm tongue slid inside Quinn's mouth and it felt like an electric shock. Every fibre of her being seemed to be on fire as Santana's tongue licked hers, their tongues exploring each other, getting to know each other. The kiss grew more intense, more heated and Quinn thought she would explode when she felt Santana softly moan into the kiss, the kiss lingering, her hips slightly rocking. She could totally feel Santana's crotch harden against hers.
Santana pulled back. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry - I don't want to push you. It's okay if you're not ready, Lucy-Quinn. Quinn. It's okay."
Quinn blushed furiously. "It's fine. I want to." She saw the look on Santana's face. "I really do. I've been… I've been wanting to for a long time, actually."
"Are you sure?"
"100%. This, now? It's perfect. My favorite music on the background, home alone, and the person I love most in the world on top of me."
Santana nodded, with a loving smile. "I'll take it slow."
Santana undressed Quinn very gently, kissing every inch of skin she exposed. It took Quinn some time to get used to Santana worshipping the very body she hated so much. She almost expected this to be a prank somehow. She trusted Santana, she really did, but the bullying had made her very paranoid. Santana, however, didn't stop until Quinn was down to her underwear.
At this point, Quinn suddenly seemed to block. Her entire body froze. Nobody had ever seen her like this - she made sure to hide her body when changing in gym. She'd become an expert. If she wasn't before, Santana surely must be turned off now. But Santana kissed Quinn's belly and brought her hand's to Quinn's bra. They were actually shaking a bit as she pulled Quinn up to undo the clasp. She took it off and Quinn could see that Santana wasn't acting. The love and lust in her eyes were very real.
Santana licked her lips before leaning down to kiss Quinn, one hand cupping a breast. Santana kissed Quinn lovingly as she palmed her breasts, squeezing it every so lightly. Quinn could feel the little nub harden against Santana's palm and Santana rubbed it between her thumb and index finger. Santana spent a long time touching Quinn's breasts, and then kissing it. She pressed her lips against Quinn's nipples, took them between her lips, licked them gently with the top of her tongue, then the bottom.
Santana's body jerked against hers and feeling curious, Quinn slid her hand down so she could cup Santana's dick through her jeans. This made Santana shiver and she took off her shirt. Quinn wanted to get rid of Santana's bra, but she was afraid her shaking hands might fail at it. As if reading her mind, Santana took Quinn's hands and brought them to her back. Quinn took a deep breath and unclasped her bra. When it fell down, Quinn's breath hitched in her throat. She couldn't count the number of times she had imagined this, dreamt of this, fantasized about this moment. She took Santana's breasts in her hands, allowing herself to feel their weight, touch her nipples. Santana pushed her hips into Quinn's again, the look on her face telling her she couldn't help it.
Quinn nodded and Santana took off her jeans, visibly relieved. She hesitated for a second and then took off her special underwear as well. Quinn bit her lip - after all, this was her first time, and she was definitely curious. Santana was panting as Quinn wrapped her fingers around her dick slowly, tugging at it experimentally.
Santana smiled and wrapped her hand around Quinn's. "That feels great, baby," Santana said encouragingly. "Like this," she continued, setting the pace with her own hand and letting go when she got the feeling that Quinn got the rhythm. Santana moaned as Quinn slowly pumped her dick, the strokes longer and harder. In a bold moment, Quinn leaned up and captured one of Santana's nipples between her lips. Santana lowered her body so Quinn could lick them and suck on them a little as she tugged at her dick. Kissing Santana's chest, her stiff cock in her hand - it gave Quinn butterflies, and a strange feeling in her stomach, and a throbbing between her legs she'd never felt this intensely before. This was nothing like imagining. It was infinitely better. Quinn flicked her thumb over the head of Santana's dick and Santana actually keened. Quinn could feel her pulse quicken.
"Can I take off your panties?" Santana almost whispered.
Quinn nodded, then thought of something. "Should we maybe get a condom?" Santana seemed surprised for a moment and Quinn's cheeks immediately flushed. "I mean, I don't know how this works, but…"
"Relax," Santana smiled. "I can't get you pregnant unless they give me some kind of injections - they did a whole bunch of tests at different times. And I don't sleep with all the girls who say I did. I haven't had sex since my last check-up at the doctor's."
Quinn nodded. "Yeah. Okay. Sorry. It's just… it's what they always say, right?"
Santana smiled and kissed Quinn. "Yeah, it is. See, you're smart. But," Santana coughed, a little embarrassed. "My dick is really hard right now and I… I'm horny, so, you know…"
"Yeah!" Quinn exclaimed, horrified at herself. "Yeah. Um. Well, you're kind of on top of me, so I can't really…." Why am I making this so awkward?
Santana lifted herself enough to take off Quinn's panties and groaned when she saw Quinn's naked pussy. She brought their bodies together, her pulsating dick resting on top of Quinn's pussy. She allowed Quinn to get used to the feeling and then opened her pussy lips, dragging the head of her dick through Quinn's slick folds.
Quinn let out a small cry as Santana bumped the tip of her cock against Quinn's hard clit repeatedly. The cry soon turned into a surprised moan and Santana kept going, feeling how Quinn got wetter and wetter underneath her. Finally, she slipped the head of her dick to Quinn's entrance, circling it gently.
Santana was about to ask Quinn if she was ready when Quinn jutted her hips up, effectively guiding Santana's dick inside her pussy. Santana gasped in surprise but then regained her composure. Slowly but surely, she slid her dick inside of Quinn's tight pussy. She made sure to be extra careful. Quinn didn't know if she felt pain or pleasure as Santana's cock was slowly ploughing through her pussy, stretching her walls to accommodate it.
"Are you okay?" Santana asked, fully focused.
Quinn nodded, even though she could feel tears in the corners of her eyes. "It hurts a little. But I read that that's normal," she confessed softly. "Trust me," she insisted.
Santana nodded and pushed deeper, reading Quinn's body to pace her movements. Finally, she was fully inside, and she let out a long moan. "God, this feels so good."
Santana kissed Quinn's neck, her lips ghosting over her skin, then licking and kissing again. She moved to her mouth and nipped at Quinn's lips while slowly pulling out of her. She went inside again, a little bit faster than the first time, but still very slowly. As Santana continued pushing in and pulling out, Quinn felt her entire body relax. The rhythmic movements of Santana's hips and the loving feeling from her kisses contributed to making Quinn feel so relaxed that she could feel her pussy stretching more easily. The friction that had first caused some hurt was now actually causing pleasure and Santana could sense it, because she looked up and grinned at her in enthusiasm.
Quinn's hips seemed to spasm on their own and when Santana took hold of her leg and wrapped it around her waist, Quinn was shocked to feel Santana go deeper than she had before. Santana was thrusting into her a little bit harder now, but it felt really good to Quinn. Then Santana brought her hand between their bodies and started rubbing Quinn's clit. The combined sensations made that strange feeling in the pit of her stomach grow until it seemed to spread all over her body, to the tips of her toes, everywhere.
Then a long, deliberately harder push and at the same time, a harder rubbing of her clit and the feeling exploded. Quinn had no idea what was happening - a tingling feeling spread through her body like waves of pleasure and she had no control over the surprised moan leaving her throat. Santana was panting heavily now, her face flushed. Quinn felt something warm spill into her pussy, filling her up and while it felt a bit peculiar, it also felt really good. Santana's dick was jerking inside of her, leaking even more hot seed. That's when Quinn realized she was having her first orgasm - and it was entirely amazing. She vaguely registered the song that was playing and knew she'd always remember she had her first orgasm to Blondie's '11:59'.
Quinn could feel Santana's dick go soft inside of her. Santana leaned down and kissed Quinn all over her face, ending with her lips. "How are you feeling?" she asked.
Quinn couldn't really find the words, which was unusual for her. "I feel… different. The good kind," she added quickly.
"Want to cuddle?" Santana offered.
Quinn nodded, the emotional toll of the evening suddenly hitting her like a ton of bricks. She fell asleep in Santana's arms, their naked bodies against each other.
The next few months were surreal to Quinn. She'd expected Santana to go back to normal, to pretend they were just friends. The most Quinn thought she could hope for was maybe a repeat of that night when the circumstances were right.
But that Monday, Santana walked into school with Quinn, not giving a fuck about Frannie's scowl. Frannie was still shocked at Santana's confession when she'd got home that weekend - that Santana was in love with her sister. Santana kissed Quinn at her locker before the start of first class and the rumor spread like wildfire. By lunch, everyone knew that Santana had kissed Quinn. People thought it was the set-up for some joke, and they kept speculating when the other shoe would drop.
But it wasn't a joke. It was like a dream, but not a joke. Summer holidays came just three weeks later, and with Santana's support, Quinn told her parents she wanted surgery. The Fabrays actually seemed relieved, even hugged and kissed her which they never did. Santana had a thing or two to say about that, but bit her tongue in front of them. Ironically, Quinn's parents were so relieved that their daughter was going to be a true Fabray in appearance that they didn't comment on her being together with a girl. They probably thought it was a phase and with Santana being the most popular girl in school, it might give her Quinn an edge if she ever needed a naughty story to stand out. Quinn didn't bother to try and make it clear how serious she and Santana were.
Quinn had the surgery and Santana had held her hand, waited in the hospital, supported her through every step. She worked out with her until Quinn got to the weight she wanted, and kept working out with her to keep the weight. A few months later, Quinn looked in the mirror and for the first time ever, she saw the beauty Santana had always said she'd seen in her.
Santana had her arms wrapped around Quinn from behind, her head resting on her shoulder. "I'm so in love with you, Quinn," she said happily.
Quinn turned around, smiled, and kissed Santana. "I'll always remember that you loved me even when I didn't love myself," Quinn said softly. "That you fell in love with me for the person that I am and that you didn't fall for my body, like all those guys hitting on me now."
Santana smirked. "They don't stand a chance. And you look different, but to me it's like… I can still see you. And I still love you, just as much, and I'm so proud of you."
Puck whistled as Quinn walked past him. That other Fabray girl was looking really fine these days - that angelic face, that banging body, those legs, that ass… He was so focused on checking out her ass that he never saw the smack on the back of his head coming.
"What the hell, Santana?" he cursed as he turned around to see who had attacked him.
"Stop leering at my girl," Santana growled. "She's all mine."
"You're so lucky," Puck sighed. "What I'd do to tap that…"
"I suggest you stop right there, unless you want me to rip off your balls and staple them to your head," Santana said menacingly before jogging to catch up with Quinn, leaving Puck with a dumb expression etched on his face.
Santana took Quinn's hand and laced her fingers through hers, kissing her on the cheek. "I love you," Santana whispered in Quinn's ear.
They arrived at Quinn's locker and Quinn turned to her girlfriend with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So Frannie's spending the night at… whoever her boyfriend is these days. My parents are out of town, again. So how about you come over and have sex with me?"
Santana closed her eyes and let out a longing moan. "Shit, baby, there's an entire day to go! You can't do this to me!"
Quinn quirked an eyebrow and leaned up to whisper in Santana's ear. "Meet me under the bleachers for lunch then, stud."
Santana was stunned. Damn, did she love the confidence her girl had nowadays.
A/N: I know it has been ages since I updated this story and I'm truly sorry for that. I have less time to write since I finally found a fulltime job and have been more inspired to write "A Thin Line". But until I explicitly state so, I haven't given up on this story. That goes for all of my fics - unless I explicitly stated they're one shots, I will continue updating them. But it might take a while and it might take a long while. I love writing fanfiction, but it's not my priority in life. It's a hobby and I need to be inspired.
I wanted to say a big thank you to the anonymous reviewer on my one shot "Love Is All You Need". In their review, they alerted me of the fact that someone thought it was okay to plagiarize my work. If you follow the link anonymous posted, you can see that they took my story, changed the names and just a few words but that their work is a verbatim copy of mine, with no mention of or reference to my original story. I never would have known about it without this reviewer, so whoever you are - thank you so much for letting me know!
Finally, this chapter is a belated birthday gift to LaurenKnight13, who has been an inspiration and a big help to me.
Quinn's with Henry, Eduardo, Allison and Amalia. She's reading them all a story, little Amalia in her arms. Amalia is one and a half years old now, but every single day it still amazes Quinn that this is their little girl. Amalia is hers and Santana's and it really does show - she physically resembles them both, and at times, they discover little things about her that reminds them of the other. She has both Santana's confidence in knowing exactly what she wants and how to get it, and Quinn's gentleness when interacting with her siblings. They know it's very early to be assigning her personality traits, though.
Quinn takes the book and tries to focus on the story, but she can't stop the though creeping into her head - if only she were here. She wishes so intensely that Santana would be here with them to enjoy their beautiful children and just be happy together. She wishes this war would be over already. Quinn knows what winning the war will mean to so many people, but that doesn't mean she has to like her lover being so involved in it.
At that moment, Blaine enters the room, holding a piece of valuable parchment in his hand. Quinn immediately perks up and the kids react exactly the same way - they don't even mind that Quinn stopped reading the story, they know that a piece of parchment means a message from Santana. Henry and Allison have come to grow just as fond of Santana as Eduardo is, and Santana has admitted that she wouldn't want to ever be without them again. It's crazy that this queen with the ice cold reputation is such a softie for these kids.
"A message from the queen, miss," Blaine says, his announcement completely redundant. He looks just as excited about this as she feels. Blaine has become quite a close friend over the time she's spent away from the castle.
Quinn takes a deep breath and then smiles at him. "Thank you, Blaine. I'll finish reading the story first."
"I can take over for you," Blaine offers. "I'm - if I'm not being too forward, that is. You could read the letter and then come back and tell the kids what she says to them?"
Eduardo firmly nods. "A splendid idea, Blaine. Go on, Quinnie. Read the letter so you can tell us what news mother brings of the war!"
Quinn shakes her head, smiling. The way Eduardo talks sometimes… he's so adorable, but Quinn can tell he'll make a good king one day. "I'll be back later, guys," Quinn says as she hands the story she was reading over to Blaine.
He hands her Santana's letter and she takes it to her own room which, after all this time, still doesn't entirely feel like her room. She opens the letter and seeing Santana's graceful handwriting brings tears to her eyes. She misses her lover so incredibly much. When the war with Carmeltonia broke out full force, Santana felt like it wasn't safe for Quinn and their kids to stay at the Royal Palace. So Quinn, the kids and most of the personnel had moved to one of the less known residences of the royal family. Quinn understands that Santana can't be with them all the time, that she has to be at the palace and with her army. She knows that Santana has troops to lead, decisions to make, moral support to give. But that doesn't make it any easier, being so far away from her while she might be in danger.
Santana does try to visit them, but more often than not she's called back to the troops because of problems arising. Every single day, Quinn is scared. Scared that Santana won't survive this war. She can't bear to think about it, but at the same time, it's all she can think about. Every day, she thanks her lucky stars that she has the kids here with her and some friends like Brittany, Mercedes and Blaine.
The piece of parchment is trembling in her hands as she reads the letter, trying to keep her tears at bay.
My dearest, sweetest Quinn,
I miss you more than you can imagine. I miss the kids' laughter and their stories, I even miss their bickering and their crying. Please, always remember that I love you guys so much. You're my family and it's killing me that I'm out here, fighting this war, so far away from you.
The war… I contemplated reassuring you, telling you we're moving ahead and this will all be over soon. But I don't wish to insult your intelligence, and I certainly don't wish for you to find out from others that your wife-to-be doesn't respect you enough to tell you the truth. The truth is that we underestimated our enemy and overestimated the element of surprise the Fylingi and their warfare would bring. They cannot be blamed - they haven't fought a war in hundreds of years, after all. You can train every day, but the battlefield is never predictable.
The Carmeltonian army is strong, very strong - and so large in number. We expected to be outnumbered, but I honestly do not know where they keep finding soldiers. Every day, we lose soldiers of our own in this bloody war, and I wish there was a way to stop it. I wish there was a way to bring all those boys and girls back, all those fathers and mothers, sons and daughters, husbands and wives, friends and lovers.
It pains me to write it down, but right now - we are losing, Quinn. Rachel finally fled to Carmeltonia. I feel it is my fault that we know so little about Carmeltonia. All those years of marriage to her and I didn't find out anything about the current state of the kingdom and their army. I never expected to fight them in a war and I quite honestly didn't care enough. I feel that if I had been a better wife to her, I would have known more and not lost so many lives. I don't understand why she didn't go back home sooner, but I suspect Finn might have something to do with it. His family has been serving the royal family for generations and he seemed keen on staying on. But now she had to flee - people were truly turning against her, blaming her for the loss of their loved ones, and I'm sure she didn't feel safe staying. Finn joined her to Carmeltonia. I have to admit that stings a little. I knew about his attachment to Rachel, but I always assumed his sense of loyalty would be stronger. But this war has shown me I've been wrong about a lot of things.
We thought bringing the Fylingi in would be enough of a secret weapon. I so badly want to stop this war and just marry you and be happy with our family. But I have a duty to my country - all those lives lost… I can't bear them dying for nothing. I have to keep doing this, even though it tears me apart.
Luckily, not all hope is lost. Holly has been hinting at a piece of Fylingi history that they don't willingly share. She has proved to be the most loyal and honest ambassador, truly keeping the end goal in mind when making her decisions. She has been hinting at this history that Emma, the Great Friend, did not discuss with us. I'm not sure, but it sounds like a certain group left the Fylingi clan a few decades ago. They didn't agree with the way the Great Friends, rule their tribes. They thought the Fylingi had become too gentle and peaceful, too naive too. Apparently, some of the Fylingi have family in this clan that separated. There might be hope of reuniting with them, so they can help us win this war and stop this loss of lives. I'm not sure, though - this is just what I've put together. I will talk to Holly about it very soon.
I cannot wait for the war to be over. I'd marry you right this instant, now that Rachel is gone and the marriage effectively over - but I want to give you a beautiful wedding on a beautiful day without fear. I don't want to marry you in the middle of this war. I cannot wait for the war to be over so I can marry you the right way. All our children will be there, and I really do consider them all my children - Eduardo, Henry, Allison, and little Amalia. God… little Amalia. I can't believe that in her short life, there has been more war than peace. I want her to grow up in peace. Our perfect little girl… she is on my mind always, as are Henry, Eduardo and Allison, and you, of course.
You're on my mind every second of the day and it's what gets me through. I think of your beautiful smile, I think of your warm love, of your kind words and your soft hands, and it gets me through. You make me strong enough to do this. I know that without you, I would crumble. I love you with all my heart, Quinn. I would do anything for you. You are truly the love of my life, I mean that. I cannot wait to be with you again, to hold you and kiss you and make love to you again. To feel your soft breasts and hard nipples, our groins joined, making us one. I miss your company and I miss making you feel how much I love you.
I want to visit you soon. Discuss some of our tactics with Eduardo, because that boy is so smart and interested and invested in his future role as a king. I want to talk to Henry about the purpose of it all, the grand idea behind this horrible war. He's such a gentle little boy, a dreamer as well. I want to dance and play with little Allison. I want to hold my perfect little Amalia and hold her close to me and breathe in her smell, and just watch her be. I want to sing songs with all of you. I long for it so much that it makes my heart ache and brings tears to my eyes. Me - Queen Santana Lopez of Kinleysia… who would have predicted this?
I have to leave now, Quinn. Please know how much I long for you and our kids, and know that you are on my mind always. I will try to visit you as soon as I can. I need to be with all of you. I need you.
My eternal endless love,
Your very own Santana
Quinn can't stop the tears anymore and lets them flow freely. She misses Santana so much and reading that the war is proving harder to fight than they had expected just breaks her. Maybe this is my fault. Didn't this war start because she wanted to marry me? Maybe, if she's the reason this war started, she can also end it?
Her eyes fall on the bottom of the parchment, and she chuckles through her tears when she sees Santana's extra message scribbled down there, added after she finished the letter.
And honey, know this is not your fault. This war is one that needs to be fought, to bring peace and give people back what is theirs. You didn't start the war and you can't end it. Don't you dare feel guilty. So much love, Santana.
Quinn really does need a moment to compose herself before she can go back to the kids. She puts the letter away in the chestnut box where she keeps all the other letters Santana has written her and takes a deep breath. She looks up when someone knocks on her door and smiles softly when she sees it's Mercedes.
"Come here, girl," Mercedes says gently. Quinn walks over to her and Mercedes envelopes her in a hug as Quinn cries her heart out.
"I miss her so much," Quinn sobs.
"Shh, I know, I know," Mercedes soothes her. "Why don't you come down for a cup of tea and then go back to spending time with your wonderful children, telling them what their mother wrote about them?"
Quinn nods. "Yes, thank you. Thank you for everything, Mercedes."
Mercedes smiles sadly. "I want this war to be over as much as you do. Sam wrote to me, you know. He says he wants to marry me when the war is over. That it made him see just how much he needs me to be in his life."
Quinn smiles genuinely. "That is wonderful news!"
"And Brittany received a letter from Mike, saying something very similar. So at least we have something to look forward to, don't we? We're luckier than most."
Quinn nods, thinking of her own wife-to-be. "That we are."
A/N: This story has been sitting on my computer for ages. I wanted to post it yesterday for Christmas, but unfortunately, I was unable to log in to my account. This is a fill for a prompt by a very loyal reader of mine - you know who you are. I've also written an update for A Thin Line, but I'll be writing the chapter after that as well before I post.
This story is gp!santana. Basically, there's lots of sex and lots of cum. Everywhere.
Quinn scrolls through her Twitter feed out of habit, but soon closes her eyes. She sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. She needs to stay calm and look unaffected. Still, the words seem to be dancing in front of her eyes. Mother's Day. It's only Thursday, but already everybody is talking about what they're getting for their moms on Sunday, where they're taking them, or how long it's been since they've seen them.
Beth won't see her mother on Mother's Day. She never does. Quinn wonders if Beth even remembers her, and she doesn't know what she wants the answer to be. The plan had been for her to see Beth regulary, but then Shelby got a great job offer on the other side of the country and Quinn hasn't seen Beth since. Thinking about her little girl always seems to cut her breath off for a second.
Quinn opens her locker and extends her arm so she can feel behind the stack of books and pull out the picture she keeps there. The picture is torn a little on the edges, from always having to hide it and from always taking it with her. She only allows herself a few seconds to look at one of the two things she did right in her messed up life: have Beth. She bites her lip, forcing back the tears she can feel welling up in her eyes. She takes another deep breath, gets out the books she needs and closes her locker.
"Hey, babe."
Quinn jumps up when Noah Puckerman greets her with his usual sleazy grin. Yeah, she was so drunk when that happened. She decides to just ignore him - turn around and walk away. But then he puts his hand on her shoulder and takes a step closer, now standing in front of her again. "You look fine today, baby mama."
Quinn quirks a perfectly epilated eyebrow, giving him a cold look that does her reputation of being an ice queen justice. But Puck wouldn't be Puck if he gave up so easily - too stupid to understand that Quinn is with Santana now (that other right thing), and even if she wasn't, she'd never want him.
"So, what do you say, want another ride on the Puckasaurus?" He wiggles his eyebrows, and Quinn is pretty sure that if she'd even considered sleeping with him before, she sure would be entirely put off now. She's ready to put him in place when she feels a familiar arm slip around her waist.
"Tell me I did not just hear those words," Santana says, her voice as cold as her eyes. She gives Puck her trademark look - as if he's less than a stain on her shoe. Which he really is to her.
Puck shrugs, not impressed. He knows that Santana won't beat him up because Quinn won't let her, and even if she did, he could take a girl, right? "All's fair in love and hate, Lopez."
Quinn frowns. "That's not even how it goes."
Santana lets go of Quinn and takes a step closer to Puck, their faces inches apart. Santana's lip is curled up in disgust and the hate brimming in her eyes says more than a thousand words. "Let me make myself very clear, Noah Puckerman. You stay the fuck away from my girlfriend, or I swear to God I will cut you up and serve your balls on a fucking silver platter."
Puck chuckles. "Woah, she giving it to you that good? She's looking hot today so who can blame me for having another try, right? Yeah, I remember. She's a damn good lay. Doesn't she make your dick hard just looking at her fine ass?"
That's when it happens, before Quinn can even stop it. Santana's fist meets Puck's nose, and it's not a gentle landing. Santana bites her lip, because okay - her knuckles hurt like hell right now, but she's not about to admit that. "You do not talk about my girl that way, Puckerman. She was never yours. You fucking took advantage of her by getting her drunk when she was feeling down. Nothing to be proud of. Now get the fuck away from me before I end you."
Puck is holding his nose, trying to stop the bleeding but failing miserably. He's cursing - very uncreatively. Santana grabs his shoulders and knees him in the balls before taking Quinn's hand and leaving.
When they turn the corner, Santana lets out the breath she's been holding. "Holy fuck, that hurts." She closes her eyes. "I'm sorry, Quinn. I know you don't like it when I get into fights."
Quinn licks her lips. "I don't. I much prefer it when you take people down with words, you're good at it too. But he was being an asshole, and quite frankly... it was kind of hot." She gives Santana a very meaningful look.
Santana swallows. "It... it was?" For all her bravado, it takes her girlfriend just that wink and those bedrooms eyes to turn her into a speechless mess.
Quinn leans in and cups Santana's cheek. She kisses her girlfriend fully on the lips, slipping her tongue inside and pulling their bodies closer together. Quinn's hand trails to Santana's ass and she lets it rest there. Santana can feel her dick throbbing in her pants, reacting to Quinn's touch.
Quinn nips Santana's lip a final time before leaning back and grinning. "We've got twenty minutes before class. Second floor bathroom?"
Santana doesn't even have the presence of mind to use words, so instead, she just nods.
"God, you are so fucking sexy," Santana says, her voice heavy with arousal. She's sitting on top of the toilet lid, Quinn in her lap, pressing her body against Santana's.
"That was really sexy, the way you looked after me out there. It's my turn to look after you now," she winks. Her skirt is bundled around her waist and she gyrates her hips into Santana. She can feel Santana's dick hardening rapidly in her pants, and it gets her so damn wet she'll be needing that second pair of panties later.
Santana licks her lips. "I want you so bad right now."
Quinn gets up from Santana's lap and shakes her head. "Easy, tiger. We can fuck later. For now, I'm just going to suck you off."
Santana throws her head back and groans at the prospect. Quinn gets on her knees and opens Santana's pants with swift movements. She tugs them down and then gets working on Santana's boxers. She hooks her fingers behind the waistband and they follow her jeans to the floor, Santana's erection springing free.
Quinn moans just looking at it. Santana's dick is big - bigger than most, definitely bigger than Puck even though he hates to admit it. Santana's long, tick and uncut, and Quinn just loves it. Her mouth waters only looking at it. She takes Santana's dick in her fist and squeezes it softly, earning herself a low moan from her girlfriend.
Quinn moves her hand up and down, squeezing, and Santana's dick is throbbing in her fist. Quinn leans in and licks the head of her dick before nibbling on her foreskin softly, alternating with sucking on it heavily. Santana's whispered encouragements and the jerking of her hips tell Quinn she's doing exactly what her girlfriend loves. She lets go of her dick and pulls the foreskin away with nimble fingers until she can get her tongue between Santana's head and skin, circling all the way around her dick. Santana pushes into her, and Quinn loves it. She loves having Santana inside of her mouth as much as she loves having her inside of her pussy. She also knows exactly what Santana likes.
She groans herself when she feels a dribble of precum on her tongue. She feels her own pussy flutter when she leans back and kisses the head of Santana's dick before taking it in her mouth. She sucks on the head, her hands finding their way to Santana's balls. She fondles them softly as she feeds herself more and more of Santana's dick. She can feel her girlfriend's thick cock straining in her mouth, getting so rock hard. She licks the throbbing vein running through Santana's dick and hollows her cheeks around it.
Quinn gags slightly when the head of Santana's dick taps the back of her tongue, but this isn't the first blowjob she's giving Santana. She can take it. Besides, her girlfriend deserves some special attention for sticking up for her. Slowly but surely, Quinn takes Santana's cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She looks up and her entire body tingles with arousal when she sees Santana's head thrown back, her mouth open, her cheeks flushed, clearly enjoying the treat.
Then Santana looks down at her and their eyes meet. Santana loves this sight, her girlfriend's mouth full of her dick. She groans when she feels it slip inside Quinn's throat - so fucking tight. She knows this makes Quinn so horny. Quinn's hands are still playing with Santana's hard balls and she can feel them tensing up. She nods at Quinn, indicating her impending orgasm. Quinn's eyes almost roll back in her head at the idea and it makes Santana chuckle. It's amazing how much her girlfriend loves to swallow her cum.
Quinn is pretty sure that if they had the time to fuck now, it wouldn't even take five seconds for her to reach her orgasm. Her mouth is full of Santana, and that nod means that she's almost there. She scrapes the bottom of Santana's dick with her teeth lightly, making sure it brings pleasure and the slightest hint of pain. It's enough to send Santana over the edge. Quinn takes Santana's dick out of her throat until only her head rests on her tongue again, and sure enough, she can now taste her girlfriend perfectly as she cums. Load after load of hot seed spurts on her tongue and she eagerly swallows it, sucking on Santana's dick to get even more cum out of it.
When Santana's dick starts to go soft in Quinn's mouth, she starts sucking on it again. Santana frowns in surprise, but doesn't mind at all as her girlfriend licks and sucks her to a second orgasm. Quinn is milking her girlfriend's dick and they're both loving it. The seed is coming faster than Quinn can swallow, and the cum fills her mouth, dribbling over her chin. Santana fumbles to take her phone and snap a quick picture of her girlfriend's mouth full of her cock, the seed running out of her mouth.
Santana goes soft again and pulls out. Quinn licks her lips and then licks Santana's dick again, tasting all the cum she possibly can get. She smiles and gets up. Santana is exhausted. "You're so damn good at that," she mutters.
Quinn smiles, but doesn't say anything. When Santana's pulled her boxers and pants back on, she settles in her lap. Santana frowns, noting how quiet her girlfriend is. "What's wrong?" she asks instinctively.
"Nothing," Quinn says, adding what she hopes is a reassuring smile. "I'm great. You taste awesome."
"You're the best at blowjobs," Santana grins. "I mean, even if I didn't love you as much as I do, I'd probably be exclusive with you just for your blowjobs."
When Quinn just smiles and doesn't respond, Santana knows that something really is wrong. "Okay, who are you and what did you do to my feisty girlfriend?"
Quinn takes a deep breath. She knows she can't keep lying to her girlfriend who knows her so well. "It's Beth," she sighs, fighting the tears. "It's Mother's Day Sunday and it's everywhere and I can't stop thinking about her. I made a lot of mistakes and I hurt a lot of people, but Beth... she was perfect. She was my perfect thing and then I had to give her away. Then I got her back, just a little, and she was taken from me again. I just... I really want that perfect thing again."
Santana licks her lips. "I'm so sorry, baby."
"And then Puck, he hit on me, and I hate him - but he's the father of my perfect little girl, you know? And he just reminded me of her so much today. I love you, Santana. And you're the most perfect part of my life now."
Santana rests her head on Quinn's shoulder and tries to find the right words before looking into Quinn's eyes. "You're my perfect part, Quinn. So why don't we make the most perfect thing together?"
"Do you mean...?"
"Let's have a baby."
Quinn grins. Santana smiles. The idea should probably seem ridiculous, but it sounds wonderful. "I mean," Santana says. "I'm getting the key to my abuela's house today. I'm getting access to the money today. We could totally afford a baby. Start a family."
"We could," Quinn nods. "Perfect revenge, too."
Santana's abuela had never liked her, not from when she was born with a penis. Abuela had always been sure it was Santana's mother's fault, and Santana's mother must have carried a family curse, or some shit. But Santana was the only grandchild, and leaving everything to Santana was better in her abuela's eyes than leaving it to her son for her daughter-in-law to have access to it and do god knows what with it. Like finance the devil, or something. Santana had never really listened to her abuela's theories - the same abuela who didn't pass up a chance to remind Santana she was a freak of nature. So fuck yes was she going to take the mansion and the money left to her and make her girl happy, make herself happy.
"I have an idea," Quinn says, getting Santana's attention. "My parents are going on a long weekend with their church group. Some weekend about the mother Mary, or something. They'll only be back on Sunday. How about we go to my house for the weekend and fuck on every available surface until I'm pregnant?"
Santana smirks. "I've always wanted to fuck you on your father's desk."
Quinn is softly singing along with the song playing on the radio when she finally spots her girlfriend making her way to the car. She bites her lip softly - it's just the way she walks. Santana definitely has swagger. Knowing that they'll be making a baby together - looking at her and knowing that - it makes Quinn feel happier than she's ever been. Knowing that they'll be starting a family. Together forever.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Santana asks as she throws her bag in the backseat. "You look totally hot when you're daydreaming, by the way." Santana leans in for a soft kiss, and then she cups her jaw, and the kiss isn't that soft anymore, but definitely just as loving.
Quinn smiles. "I was just thinking about how perfect my little family is going to be when we've got the little one. And how much fun we'll be having making the little one," she adds with a sexy smirk.
"Mhm," Santana responds. "How about we go check out the house, then go to your parents' place and have awesome sex as much as we possibly can?"
"Sure, on one condition."
"What's that?" Santana frowns. Quinn usually doesn't put conditions on sex - it's one of the things Santana loves about her. Quinn doesn't feel the need to play games with her girlfriend, she gets to do plenty of that as the captain of the Cheerios. If Quinn doesn't feel like having sex, she'll either put Santana first, get over it and enjoy herself anyway (because Santana totally knows how to make her want it) - or she outright says so. No lame excuses. No headaches.
"We just grab the key to the house, then go to my parents' place and have awesome sex as much as we possibly can," she says nonchalantly. "We can check out the house properly later."
"Deal," Santana agrees quickly.
After dinner at Breadstix on Friday, Santana parks the car on the Fabray's driveway and turns to her girlfriend for a soft kiss, cupping her jaw. "Let's go and make a baby," she smiles.
Quinn goes ahead to open the door while Santana gets their weekend bags out. They don't have much with them, but all they need is a change of clothes. She brings the bags to Quinn's room and then goes to the kitchen, where Quinn is opening and closing cupboards.
"What are you doing?" Santana asks, taking a seat on one of the high stools.
Quinn looks up. "I was just looking if they've got any food in the house for tomorrow. Want something to drink?"
"Yeah, sure." A devilish smirk graces her features. "What would piss your dad off most?"
Quinn frowns. "Probably something from his secret stash he has no idea I know all about. He's got some great scotch, he keeps it in his home office."
"I didn't know you were an expert on alcohol," Santana teases. But then Quinn makes her way out of the kitchen and Santana is too distracted by that magnificent ass to think about anything else. She follows her girlfriend into Russell Fabray's home office and whistles lowly. She hasn't been inside the Fabray home very often, as Quinn's parents don't approve of their relationship at all and Judy is home more often than not.
Quinn goes straight to the giant mahogany desk and starts opening the drawers. Santana opts to sit down on the leather chair. Quinn lets out a frustrated sigh and bends down to open the bottom drawer. Santana licks her lips at the sight of her girlfriend's ass right there in front of her, and the promise of great scotch is suddenly about the last thing on her mind. She surprises Quinn by pulling her on her lap, earning her a squeal and then a giggle. "Santana, what are you doing?" Quinn asks, turning around in her girlfriend's lap.
Santana bites her lip – her girlfriend is just really damn sexy. "This is your daddy's office, right? The place where he works so hard to fuck people up?"
Quinn nods. "Yep. This is where he protects the citizens of the 'fine state of Ohio'. He's such a hypocrite – one of the few things he's got in common with my mother."
Santana tilts her head to the side. "I suppose he wouldn't like it too much if I fucked his little girl in the very chair he uses every night?"
Quinn purses her lips. "I'm pretty sure it would drive him crazy."
Santana smiles. "Perfect." Her hands find their way to Quinn's skirt and she drags it down a little to get her point across. Quinn smirks and stands up so she can take it off. To Santana's surprise, she immediately takes her panties with it. Santana gets up so she can take off Quinn's top and bra, then pulls her girlfriend closer into her for a hungry kiss.
They've been together for a while now, and they love each other so much. They're both faithful as can be, and neither of them has diseases. But they still haven't had sex without a condom, and the prospect of actually feeling Quinn's warm pussy clench around her dick almost makes her come in her pants.
"I was just imagining your enormous dick inside of me without a condom," Quinn whispers, almost as if she's been reading Santana's thoughts.
"Oh, fuck," Santana mutters.
Quinn pushes Santana back down into the chair. Santana is caught off guard, but before she can verbalize her confusion, Quinn is already on her knees, palming Santana's crotch. Quinn massages Santana's dick through her pants and then replaces her hand with her mouth. She smiles when Santana's dick hardens – Quinn can feel it through her jeans. She presses her tongue against Santana's pants and that's when she can't take it anymore. Santana quickly unbuttons her jeans and pulls down the zipper. Quinn tugs at the waistband of her pants until it's down to her knees. Santana stands up just enough to pull her pants down to her ankles and kick them off.
"Someone's eager," Quinn says, eyebrow quirked.
"Fuck baby, I just need to have you," Santana mutters. Quinn's hands are working on the waistband of Santana's boxer shorts now. Soon, they join Santana's jeans on the floor. When Santana sits back down, Quinn leans in and licks the head of Santana's dick, then wraps her lips around it. She suckles on it lightly – enough to get Santana rock hard.
Quinn gets up and then settles down in Santana's lap, her legs hugging Santana's hips. Santana grabs her dick and rubs it against Quinn's clit, loving how wet her girlfriend is already. Quinn's clit is so hard and Santana loves to tease it with her dick. A little precum is already oozing out of her dick, and Quinn can't take the teasing any more. She wraps her hand around Santana's and guides her dick to her entrance. With an animalistic grunt, Santana pushes inside. She curses at that amazing feeling of Quinn's hot pussy walls clenching around her dick.
"Oh God," Quinn moans, throwing her head back. She pushes back so Santana goes in even faster, her giant dick stretching Quinn so deliciously. Quinn bucks her hips into Santana's, and soon they find a rhythm that feels great to them both.
"Shit, you're so sexy, baby," Santana mutters. Quinn's in her lap, hopping on her dick. Santana rubs her clit, earning herself a very approving groan. Her head thrown back, her neck flushed, her tits bouncing. Her pussy swallowing her dick, then releasing it only to swallow it again. The sight of it makes Santana's balls tighten. She cants her hips a little and gets what she expects: a guttural groan because the head of her dick just rubbed Quinn's G-spot. The sound of it alone is enough to make her come.
The hot seed spurts from Santana's dick inside of Quinn, filling her up again and again. Quinn's not quite done, and she increases the pace all on her own. Santana bites her lips and then puts her hands on Quinn's hips to keep her still and increase the friction. The sound of Quinn's heavy breathing, the sweat streaming down her body, the loudness of those noises that seem to come from so deep within her – it's enough to make Santana come a second time and bring on a new load of cum. It just keeps coming, and Santana's pretty sure she never knew she had that much cum in her. Finally, Quinn's pussy relents and it traps Santana's dick inside, squeezing it so violently as she rides the waves of her orgasm, completely losing control of her body.
When she's finally come down from the orgasm, Santana pulls out slowly. Quinn is so filled with cum that it drips out a little – right onto Santana's balls. The sight of Quinn's pussy filled with her essence is enough to make Santana's dick hard again.
Quinn still has her eyes closed, so she has no idea what's going on when Santana lifts her up on top of her father's mahogany desk and slams into her again. Quinn falls back on the desk and Santana grabs her ankles, pulling her closer into her. She pounds Quinn hard and fast, needing the release so badly. Santana's cum from earlier is still dripping out of her, right onto the desk.
"Santana," Quinn grunts. "Don't stop."
Santana chuckles – no way is she going to stop. Herx eyes roll back in her head when she feels Quinn crossing her ankles at the small of her back. Quinn digs her heels into Santana's back and Santana leans forward, going even deeper inside of Quinn. Quinn's pussy is so filled with cum that it feels even hotter than before, and Santana can think about nothing else than to fill her even more. She wants her girlfriend to fucking leak with her cum.
"Oh shit," Santana mutters when she feels herself getting closer to her orgasm. "Shit shit shit shit shit-"
Quinn sits up, wraps her arms around Santana's neck and pushes herself completely into Santana, her tits rubbing against Santana's shirt. Santana's dick is pushed even deeper inside and it feels so insanely good to Quinn that it makes her fly over that edge. The feeling of Quinn's walls convulsing on her dick makes Santana shoot another load right into her girlfriend, and this time Quinn keeps Santana still, her dick buried deep inside her pussy. Santana manages to push herself into Quinn just that tad bit more and it feels completely amazing to be so deep inside.
They both need a little while to recover from their orgasms. Finally, Santana pulls out of Quinn. When she notices the cum she left on the desk, she frowns. "Should we clean it up?" she wonders.
Quinn tilts her head and smiles. "No. I want him to come home and know we fucked all over his desk, possibly even made a baby."
Santana smiles and nods. "Whatever you want, baby." When she notices Quinn's grimace, she asks worriedly: "What's wrong?"
Quinn pouts. "My back's a bit sore. This desk isn't exactly soft. How about we get into the jacuzzi to relax?"
They decide to not wear bikinis – they're alone anyway. Santana's legs are spread and Quinn is nestled between them, leaning into her girlfriend, her head resting in the nape of Santana's neck. The hot water and her girlfriend's touch feel amazing to her back.
"We're going to make a beautiful baby," Santana says softly. "And we will love our beautiful baby. We will love him or her so much."
"Do you want a boy or a girl?" Quinn asks, realizing she has no idea how Santana feels about that.
Santana shrugs. "Honestly? I don't really care, either is fine. I just want a healthy, happy baby. That's all that matters to me. What about you?"
"I don't know. Same as you, I think. I don't know if having a girl would hurt because she would remind me of Beth, though."
"I know giving Beth up was difficult for you. But you're getting a second chance here, and this is a baby you can raise, you can take care of. If it's a girl, she won't be Beth. But she will be your girl. Our girl."
"I know," Quinn smiles. "Have I ever thanked you?"
"What for?"
"For not judging me, about getting pregnant before and then giving up my baby. For falling in love with me even though I'm so fucked up. For always sticking by me, no matter what."
"I love you, Quinn Fabray. And that kind of trumps everything every single day. I know you've had hard times, but you fought through. You're strong and brave, how could I not admire that? We all make mistakes. You did what you had to do in the circumstances at the time."
"You're so incredibly sweet." Quinn smiles and turns around to give Santana a kiss. "It actually makes me kind of horny."
Santana chuckles. "Again?"
Quinn quirks an eyebrow. "Are you complaining?"
"Not at all, not at all," Santana says quickly.
"There's something I've always wanted to do in a jacuzzi…" Quinn says suggestively. "Want to try it out with me?"
Santana grins. "Hell yeah. What do you want to do?"
Quinn kneels on the seat of the jacuzzi and leans forward so that she's on all fours, facing one of the jets. She looks over her shoulder, ready to instruct her girlfriend. "Okay, now kneel between my legs and get that delicious dick of yours inside me from behind."
Santana is completely mesmerized at the sight of Quinn like this, but soon catches up to the request. She enters Quinn swiftly, but carefully. Quinn feels for the right button and then turns on the jets, moaning in delight when she feels the water spurting against her clit. She waits until Santana is firmly inside of her and then grabs on to the edge of the tub. Santana follows her lead and they both shift a little until they're completely balanced.
"Okay, now we straighten up," Quinn says, holding on to the edge of the jacuzzi. Santana does as asked and then pushes deeper into Quinn. Quinn moans, bites her lip.
Santana pulls out and pushes into Quinn again. Soon, she's pumping into her girlfriend, enjoying the feeling of the warm water around them, of Quinn so willingly taking her dick.
"How did you come up with this?" Santana asks between grunts. "It's really fucking hot."
"I read it online. I looked it up because I've always kind of wanted to have sex with you here." Quinn throws her head back and Santana kisses her neck.
Santana chuckles. "You've got good research skills, baby."
Santana pumps deeper and deeper into Quinn, the head sliding in and out of her forehead. It feels so fucking amazing to Quinn, and soon her pussy is trapping Quinn's dick again, clenching around Santana. Santana's cum spills out her dick, right into Quinn's pussy. Santana folds her body over to hold Quinn, making sure that her girlfriend won't hurt. The orgasm is astounding. When they've both come down from it and Santana pulls out of her, Quinn shakily lifts herself out of jacuzzi and lies down on one of the lounge chairs nearby.
Santana frowns as she leans on the edge of the jacuzzi. "What are you doing?"
Quinn smiles. "Don't want to lose any of your sperm, baby."
Santana smiles. "Come here and I'll give you some more."
Quinn rolls her head in her neck. "Tomorrow? I'm totally spent for the day."
"Sure. We can just go to sleep," Santana smiles, getting out as well so she can join Quinn on the lounge chair.
Santana smiles when she wakes up the next morning. She looks at the clock – 1 pm. Obviously, all that amazing sex in the office and then the jacuzzi has her body worn out. But now she feels ready again. She turns to kiss Quinn, but frowns when she finds herself alone in the bed. Then the smell of bacon hits her nose and she understands.
Santana goes to the bathroom to freshen up a little, then makes her way to the kitchen. Quinn is busying herself making breakfast, wearing nothing but a flimsy shirt and a pair of tiny panties. Santana licks her lips and makes her way over to her girlfriend standing behind the counter, sneaking up on her. As she passes the stove, she turns it off and then moves to wrap her arms around Quinn's waist.
Quinn jumps up and screams, then notices who's holding her. "You asshole!" she laughs nervously, swatting her girlfriend playfully.
Santana pouts. "And here I was, thinking you love me."
Quinn rolls her eyes. "Of course I love you. Now are you going to give me a baby or what?"
Santana purses her lips, pretends to think about it. Then she grabs Quinn's shirt and takes it off, followed by her panties. Quinn smiles and leans forward, her naked tits resting on the cold surface of the counter, her pussy spreading for Santana.
Santana whistles, her dick getting hard at the sight of Quinn's wet pussy. "Damn, baby, you're ready."
"I was thinking about yesterday," Quinn admits. "And how hot our sex was."
Santana grabs her dick and rests the head against Quinn's pussy. She guides it along her lips, gathering Quinn's wetness on her cock. She then enters her without hesitation, going all the way inside. She holds on to Quinn's hips as she pounds into her, her breathing ragged.
Quinn moans, loving the combination of senses overwhelming her. Her hard nipples against the marble, Santana filling her up so good, feeling Santana's dick come out of her foreskin and gliding back in. She loves the double sensation it gives her.
She was so wet already and her pussy is more than ready. Santana moves her hand to Quinn's stomach and finds her way to her clit. She starts rubbing it, and that just seals the deal for Quinn. The walls of her pussy squeeze around Santana, pulling her in closer, keeping her there. Santana's dick doesn't take long to react and soon, Quinn can feel herself being filled with cum again. She's never even had sex with Santana without a condom before this weekend, and she never could have imagined how good it would be to be so full of her seed. It pools inside of her and she absolutely adores it. Santana's cum is hot and she loves how it comes out, spurt after spurt, making her so full of Santana in every way possible. She moans when Santana changes her angle and she topples over the edge.
"I love you so much," Quinn pants when she finally comes down from her orgasm.
"I love you more than anything," Santana smiles in response as she pulls out. "Let's have breakfast."
The plan is to watch some TV in the lounge and just relax. But when Quinn can't control herself and starts fondling Santana's dick over her jeans, then inside her jeans – well, Santana's only human. A few minutes later, Santana is inside of Quinn and they're trying to find a comfortable position to have some more mind-blowing sex.
"Let's just take this to your bedroom," Santana suggests.
"How about… my parents' bedroom," Quinn suggests, looking almost too delighted at the prospect.
"Sure," Santana says, not even caring where they're having sex – as long as she can fill her girlfriend up again. Santana gets up very carefully and keeps her cock inside of Quinn as they make their way out of the living room, down the passage to the Fabrays' master bedroom. Quinn moans every time Santana's cock slides in deeper as she walks.
When they reach the bedroom, Santana puts Quinn down on top of the bed gently. She looks Quinn in the eye as she pushes her cock deeper ever so slowly. They pick up a pace that works for them both, and there's something about looking into Quinn's beautiful hazel eyes as her dick is treating her pussy. Quinn's eyes are glazed over with lust, and she brings her hands to Santana's breasts, fondling them lovingly. Quinn loves kneading Santana's breasts, playing with her nipples. She concentrates on her pussy and clenches her walls around Santana's dick as much as she can.
Santana frowns in surprise when she sees Quinn's knowing smirk. "I've been practicing," Quinn shrugs. "Feel good?"
"Damn, baby," Santana mutters. "So good."
Quinn tenses up the muscles in her pussy and rubs Santana's nipples every time she does. It's enough for Santana's balls to tighten and prepare a new load of cum for her girlfriend. Quinn suddenly lifts her hips and Santana slides even deeper inside, completely taken off guard. Quinn is slowly but surely losing control over her pussy as it contracts around Santana's dick, her walls fluttering around the stiff, thick cock filling her so good.
"Fill me up, baby," Quinn whispers softly. "Fill me with your cum."
Santana groans and loses it – her cum spilling out of her dick, rope after rope of cum spurting into Quinn's pussy. Quinn follows a few seconds later and the feeling of her walls trapping her dick so very tight just makes her come again and again. She's lost all control over her body now and is only aware of the seed leaving her cock. Finally, after a last long spurt, she can feel her dick soften a little.
Santana pulls out and Quinn moans softly. "Wow, Santana… I feel so full," she almost whispers.
Santana looks at her girlfriend, looking so beautifully exhausted. Sweat streaming down on her body, her skin flushed, her pussy full of her cum. Her lower abdomen looks swollen and out of pure curiosity, she presses on it. Quinn watches Santana amusedly. It's a nice surprise when the cum dribbles out of Quinn.
Quinn frowns when she sees the cum come out. "Shit, we can't have it come out!" She uses her fingers to push it back inside her pussy and the sight of that just makes Santana hard all over again. She takes Quinn's hand away and slams her cock into her as deep as she can get, Quinn's pussy still wet from their sex earlier. Santana holds herself there and leans down to kiss her girlfriend passionately.
"I want to stay inside," Santana mutters against Quinn's lips. "I want to stay inside of you so we can be sure to make ourselves a beautiful baby."
Quinn moans. "Fuck me again. I'm so horny."
Santana happily obliges her girlfriend, again and again. The more sex they have, the hornier they get. After a while, Quinn's pussy doesn't even feel sore. She just feels like she needs more of Santana's cock inside of her, more of her seed, again and again. The bed sheets are drenched, and they're having so many orgasms they can't stop the cum from spilling all over the bed as they look for as many different positions as possible.
It's late at night when they decide to move to Quinn's room to catch some sleep.
Quinn gets up to open a window when Santana stops her. "Let's keep the windows and door closed, make sure it smells like sex in here when they get back."
Quinn smirks. "I like your thinking. And let's leave the sheets as they are."
"Perfect."
Damn, she really is one of a kind, Santana thinks to herself a few minutes later, when they're lying in each other's arms in Quinn's bed.
The next morning, they decide to clean up Quinn's room. The idea is to make it look as if Quinn was never in her room that weekend. They take her sheets to the washing machine and that's when Santana's face lights up as a new idea hits her.
"The washing, that's like your mom's domain, right?"
Quinn smiles and nods. "That, and the kitchen."
"We should totally have sex on top of the washing machine," Santana says excitedly. She can feel the bulge in her pants growing hard at the idea of taking her girlfriend here.
"I like the way your perverted mind works," Quinn smirks. She turns around, gets the machine ready and then turns it on. She kisses Santana on the lips softly, then nibbles on her lower lip. "Let's have sex," she mutters. "Right here, right now."
A few seconds later, both girls are fully naked. Quinn hops on top of the washing machine and Santana tugs at her dick to get as hard as she can. Quinn takes over from Santana as soon as she's settled, and Santana brings her hand to Quinn's pussy to play with her clit.
They're enjoying each other for a little while when suddenly, the washing machine makes a small bump. They look each other in the eye and nod. Santana lines her cock up with Quinn's entrance and brings the head inside. She very slowly pushes inside and with the next bump, her dick goes in deeper. Santana plans to wait until the washing machine bumps every time, but Quinn is nowhere near that patient. She pushes her body into Santana and wraps her arms around her neck to pull her closer at the same time. Soon, Santana fills Quinn up to the hilt. Quinn tenses her muscles again to grip Santana's dick and it makes Santana's eyes roll back a little. She starts pounding into her girlfriend, and they love how with each bump of the washing machine, their angle shifts a little, taking them by surprise.
Santana buries her dick as deep as she possibly can and just then, another bump makes her rub the head of her dick against Quinn's G-spot. Quinn keens and throws her head back, her pussy fluttering around Santana's cock, squeezing it so damn hard. Santana tumbles over the edge as well and before she knows it, she's filling Quinn up once again. Quinn's pussy is working her cock, milking it of all the hot seed it has to offer. Quinn keeps wanting more, and Santana comes a second time – just from that very feeling.
When Santana finally softens and pulls out, a little bit of cum drips on top of the washing machine. They look each other in the eye and know that it's going to stay there.
Santana is bringing the bags to the car as Quinn finishes the note she's written for her parents.
Russell and Judy,
I turned eighteen last month. That means you have no control over my life anymore. When I was little, I thought that this was just how parents treat their children. But as I grew older, I realized that it wasn't true. I realized that you simply don't care for me for who I am, and that I will never be good enough. Yes, I made mistakes – but you should have helped me deal with them instead of turning your back on me. You should have supported me so I could learn from it and move on to be a better person.
All I ever was for you was a photograph to show to friends and business associates. The last addition to your perfect family, so you could maintain your perfect image. When I told you I'm dating Santana, you weren't happy because your daughter has found love. You were angry because your daughter 'betrayed' you by entering a relationship that doesn't meet your definition of 'normal'. It was the second time I 'betrayed' you and your perfect image. But this time around, I don't care.
I refuse to be a part of your lie any longer. I have found love, I have found someone who knows every part of me and loves every part of me. She makes me feel good about myself, good about my life. She doesn't judge me for my mistakes and doesn't chastise me for my flaws. She simply loves me for all that I am, with all that she has. She makes me happy, and I make her happy. Because I love her even though she's not perfect. I love her smile and her embrace, I love her wit and her warmth. I love every part of her there is to know. That's what real love is like. I'm sorry you have never known it. I also really love her dick, even if it makes her different from other girls.
Santana is the most perfect part of me. And together, we decided to make something that transcends perfection. We're having a baby. We've started trying this weekend – all over the house. You'll find the evidence. In fact, we've had so much sex in so many places around the house and in the jacuzzi that I must surely be pregnant by now. And it felt really good. It felt amazing when Santana filled me up, and kept filling me up so much that it spilled out.
Santana is everything to me and we will have a real family. That's why I'm leaving here. Santana and I are going to live together in her house, which is by the way much bigger than this one. My key is here on this table – I don't need it anymore. You won't be seeing me, ever again. And you can tell your friends and your business associates that your daughter ran away to finally have a shot at true happiness, something she would never have had at home.
You fucked up, Russell Fabray. And you fucked up too, Judy Fabray, because you didn't stop him. You both fucked up so badly that you've lost me forever, and it doesn't even make me feel sad. That's how horrible the two of you are.
I'm sure you'll hear about your grandchild being born eventually. But it won't be from us, and you won't get to meet him or her. Our child will be loved and cherished.
Your perfectly happily pregnant and emancipated daughter,
the future Mrs. Quinn Lopez
Quinn is so concentrated on finishing the letter that she doesn't notice the way her girlfriend is staring at her ass. She places the note on the glass table and turns around to the hungry look in Santana's eyes.
"One more time?" Santana asks.
"I'd love to."
A few seconds later, Quinn's on top of the glass dinner table, filled with Santana's dick. This is the same table her parents used so often for the fake family dinners and the fake dinner parties. She moans when she feels Santana's head glide out of her foreskin, pushing inside so deep as she holds Quinn's hips. Santana moves hard and fast, and it doesn't take long for either of them to reach their orgasms.
Santana notices the letter and smirks. She waits until her dick is a little softer, then gets it out of Quinn. She takes Quinn's finger and guides it to get the remaining cum off the head of her dick. She has Quinn drop it right next to the letter.
Quinn smirks, then hops off the table. Her ass left an imprint of the glass table and they agree it'll be a perfect sight to come home to. They make their way out to the car and go on their way to explore their new house.
A few hours later, another car pulls up into the Fabray driveway. A tall blonde man and his equally blonde wife get out, stretching their legs, satisfied smiles on their faces. As soon as they enter their house, those smiles turn into frowns. There's a funny smell in the air.
"I'm going into my office to have a drink," Russell says. "The lord knows I need it after a weekend with such common people. Good lord, Judy, couldn't you have booked us a more exclusive trip? The minute I leave something to you…"
"I'm sorry, honey. I know you didn't enjoy yourself as much as you deserve. Now you go and have a good glass of scotch to unwind and I'll start on the washing, okay?"
Russell makes his way to his home office, Judy goes to her area of the house: the kitchen, and then the washing machine and dryer.
When Russell opens the door, the smell hits him like a ton of bricks. As he walks closer to his desk, the evidence is there to support what he already suspected: sperm. "Judy!" he bellows.
Right at the same time, Judy sees a gob of sperm on top of her washing machine. "Russell!" she cries out as her husband calls her.
They meet each other outside Russell's study. "I found sperm," they say simultaneously.
"And the entire place smells like… copulation," Russell says in disgust. "I believe I feel sick. I need to freshen up, get a change of clothes."
"So do I," Judy nods.
They pass right by the dining room on their way to the master bedroom. As soon as they open the door, a look of shock settles on their faces. The smell of sex is much stronger here, almost palpable. It couldn't be more obvious. Their sheets are tangled and soaked – there's sperm everywhere in their bed.
"Lord have mercy," Russell finally mutters. "Who… what?"
Judy faints when realization settles in. Russell immediately makes his way to the kitchen to get a glass of water for his wife. He glances into the dining room as he passes by, only now noticing the door is opened. His eyes fall on a white envelope. He walks over to it and the first thing he sees is another gob of sperm and the faint imprint of someone having sat on top of the table … naked.
He recognizes the handwriting on the envelope – it's his daughter's. He takes it with him and goes to the bedroom first. He carries his wife outside of the cursed place and is relieved to find Quinn's room untouched. At least his wife can regain her composure here. He can feel a vein throbbing in his forehead – they even slept in his bedroom. Didn't even go into Quinn's room. He lays Judy down on top of the bed, and she soon regains consciousness.
He's started reading the letter by now, and the more he reads, the more his face changes colour. By the time he's finished, it's purple.
"What is that?" Judy asks, her voice quivering.
"That slut," Russell hisses. "That ungrateful little bitch!" He tosses the letter to the side and Judy takes it with trembling hands. She pales even more as she reads her daughter's words.
"Oh, Lucy," Judy says, tears in her eyes. "How could she do this to us? How could she do this to us after all the chances we gave her in her life?"
Russell grabs the first item he can find – the lamp on Quinn's bedside table – and smashes it against the wall, roaring so loudly it makes Judy tremble in fear.
Judy feels angry with her daughter, but also sad about her choices. She'll never get to see her grandchild, that much is clear. It's too soon for them to have one, but still, if it must happen…
"She is dead to me, Judy! We have no daughter in her. She is never to be spoken of again, do you hear me? The spiteful little slut is dead."
And that's when Judy realizes that she can never tell her husband that she feels anything beyond anger. She just nods and mutters: "She is no daughter of ours."
Quinn whistles when Santana pulls up to the house. Santana's had to go to a few family gatherings there when she was younger, so she remembers the sheer size of the place. But to Quinn, it's new. She gets out of the car to get a better look. "Shit, this place is huge," she says, wide-eyed in astonishment.
Santana nods. "My abuela had a lot of siblings, and she was the youngest. Most of the men in the family where career whores, and they all worked so hard they earned a fortune. Abuela inherited it all, because everyone left everything to her in their will. She was the youngest, and then she grew so old. And my abuelo was a really rich dude. I've seen what she left me. I'm pretty sure that if I didn't want to, both of us wouldn't have to work a single day in our lives."
Quinn puts a hand above her eyes to block the sun. "I do want to work, though. I want a career."
Santana smiles. "I know, baby, so do I. So we just get to spoil our kids rotten."
Quinn smiles. "I look forward to that. Dad would be so pissed if he saw the size of this place, I'm going to take a picture later so I can add it to my letter when I tell them I've left home to live here with you. This house is totally bigger than my dad's."
Santana chuckles. "Well, I reckon I've got a few things that are bigger than your dad's."
Quinn rolls her eyes playfully. "I don't even want to think about that. Gross." She can't really be angry at Santana, though. She knows her girlfriend is just playing around, and she loves her so much she basically forgives her everything right away anyway. She starts walking to the front door.
"I sure hope you want to think about mine," Santana calls out after her girlfriend. She wants to get out of the car as well, but then she sees the lovely view of her girlfriend's ass as she's walking, so she decides to enjoy it. As if Quinn can feel her stare, she adds an extra sway to her hips. Santana can definitely feel something stirring in her pants. Then Quinn bends down to tie her shoelaces - but Santana knows for sure she's only pretending and giving a show. She's not complaining, though. Not at all.
Finally, Santana gets out of the car as well. She grabs the keys from her bag and follows Quinn to the front door. When she reaches her girlfriend, she puts her hand on her ass and gives it a gentle squeeze. It makes Quinn giggle.
First, Quinn and Santana explore the house and its many rooms. They start with the spacious living room. The furniture definitely needs to be replaced - her abuela's love for tradition went a little too far sometimes. It's a good thing they've got the money to do with the house what they want. From the living room, they go to the kitchen. Luckily, that has all the modern appliances. Of course, her abuela prouded herself on her kitchen and on being an excellent cook. From the kitchen, they make their way to the dining room and decide they'll look into getting the wall down between the dining and living room. Santana's abuelo's home office has been left intact, even though he passed away years ago. Santana can tell her abuela kept it clean throughout the years, and it oddly touches her that this woman who was so cold and calculated in her experience did actually love her husband. They just never showed it, unlike Santana and Quinn.
They get a glimpse to an enormous garden and a lovely terrace. First, they go upstairs. There are two more floors and they immediately decide that when the kids are older, they can have one floor and the parents the other. There are five bedrooms and three bathrooms - one ensuite to the master bedroom, with bay window, and two separate bathrooms. "That'll come in handy if we have a boy and a girl," Quinn smiles, already picturing a couple of mini Quinn's and mini Santana's running around. There are a few empty rooms as well, which they can later turn into play rooms for the kids or do with as they like. The attic has a permanent staircase and runs over the entire house. They discover a staircase leading to the kitchen and a large balcony - perfect if their kids want to have friends over undisturbed.
They end their tour of the house in the master bathroom. When Santana sees the look in Quinn's eyes, flitting around the room, and the small frown wrinkles in her front, she nods. "I'll get you a pencil and some paper."
"Thanks," Quinn smiles. When Santana comes back from the car with a pencil and paper, she immediately starts drawing some ideas of what they can do with the room. Santana watches her girlfriend in awe as she transmits her ideas from her head to paper so effortlessly. Quinn's very concentrated and it's such a sexy look on her. The things Santana would do to this woman...
After a few minutes, Quinn's got her initial ideas on paper. She can expand on them later, but when she glances in Santana's direction, she knows she needs to take care of something else first. She puts the pencil and paper away and wraps her arms around her girlfriend.
Santana sucks in a deep breath when Quinn gives her the bedroom eyes. She's a sucker for the bedroom eyes. Quinn trails one hand from the small of Santana's back over her hips to the front, where she cups her dick softly through her jeans. She smirks when she feels Santana's dick stir lightly. She squeezes softly, in a pulsating manner, and Santana groans. "Fuck, baby," she mutters.
"That's the plan," Quinn says cheerfully. She grabs Santana's collar and guides her to the bed, where she lets her go. She casually takes off her shirt and when she brings her hands to her back to unclasp her bra, Santana stops her.
"My turn," Santana explains. She tugs the straps of Quinn's bra down, then unclasps her bra. Santana licks her lips and cups Quinn's breasts as the bra falls to the floor. Santana massages Quinn's breasts gently and enjoys feeling her nipples hardening against the palms of her hands.
Quinn wraps her arms around Santana's neck and kisses her fully on the lips, Santana's hands still giving Quinn's breast a treat. Quinn pushes her body closer into Santana's, then puts a hand on the small of her back so their crotches meet. Santana's definitely well on her way to getting hard.
Santana wants to break the embrace to take her own shirt off, but Quinn doesn't let her. When Santana gives her a questioning look, Quinn explains. "I want you to fuck me with your clothes on. I want to feel your clothes against my naked skin."
"Let's get you naked then," Santana grins. She takes off Quinn's shirts and panties with one tug of her fingers. She moves them on top of the bed and takes an appreciative look at her naked girlfriend, wet and ready. She opens her pants and lowers them a little, along with her boxer shorts. Quinn leans up and grabs her dick, tugging at it with her entire hand. Santana groans - this feels so damn good.
Santana is so horny that it doesn't take much more to get her completely ready. She kisses Quinn again before pushing her lightly to indicate she needs to lie down. Quinn worries her lower lip, her eyes fixed on Santana's hard, throbbing dick.
Santana lowers herself and lines her dick up with Quinn's pussy. She rests the head against Quinn's clit and fucking hell, that's amazing. It's as if an electric jolt moves through them both. This is unexplored territory for both. Santana's head is so sensitive, just like Quinn's clit. It doesn't take long before they're both panting and moaning. Finally, Santana takes her dick and guides it to Quinn's entrance.
"I'm gonna go inside," Santana says softly.
Quinn lets out a long breath. "Okay."
Santana pushes inside and wow, holy motherfucking hell. This is insane. Quinn is so horny that her pussy is throbbing. It's amazing to feel those hot, soft walls in direct contact with her dick. She pushes slowly, making sure they can both feel it. Santana feels like she could explode - her foreskin pulled back, the head of her dick is so fucking sensitive and it's never touched Quinn's naked pussy so deep inside before. She's rock hard and panting as Quinn's pussy swallows her dick slowly, but steadily. When she's all the way inside, she stops for a second to look Quinn in the eye. "This... this is amazing, baby."
Quinn nods. "Yeah," she breathes softly.
Then Santana pulls back and goes inside again, her foreskin staying in place. Quinn gasps and moans as Santana pounds into her, her shaft sliding in and out of her foreskin. She's not used to the double sensation, but it feels so damn good she doubts she'll ever want it any other way again. Santana goes harder now and leans down to kiss Quinn's nipples, knowing how sensitive her girl is there. She can't keep it up for long, too out of breath by the rapid pace. Quinn puts her hands on Santana's hips, then grabs her ass, pulling her into her.
Santana keens at the feeling of Quinn's hands on her ass. All of it is just so damn good. Quinn's pussy is really fucking tight, and her foreskin is so sensitive. She loves pounding her girlfriend like this, feeling her soft, warm walls sucking her deeper and deeper inside. She can feel her balls tightening.
Quinn throws her head back, her body lifting up. The sight of Quinn completely filled with her dick, head thrown back, flushed all over her body sends Santana over the edge. Quinn quickly closes her legs around Santana's waist to make sure to keep her dick inside when spurt after spurt of hot seed shoots out of her thick cock.
Quinn knows she's being loud, but nobody can hear them anyway. The feeling of Santana's hot cum filling her up is so damn good, and her girlfriend just keep delivering. She can feel it leaking into her pussy and she goddamn loves it. She loves it so much that it sends her pussy clenching down on Santana's deck, fluttering wildly as Quinn reaches the most intense orgasm of her life. She's sure of it now: they're never using a condom again.
Quinn's orgasm is so intense that she seems to lose all strength when she's reached her climax. She almost collapses on top of the bed, fully expecting Santana to pull out, wrap her arms around her and kiss her.
But Santana's not finished yet. She shifts her body to lean on her knees, wraps her arms around Quinn's torso and pulls her up, shifting the angle. She slides even deeper inside, and Santana can feel her own hot cum on the head of her dick. Quinn's naked breasts rub against Santana's shirt.
Quinn loves the feeling of Santana's clothes against her naked skin. Her girlfriend starts pounding her again and she absolutely loves it. She uses the muscles of her pussy to squeeze them around Santana's dick. And that sends Santana into her orgasm again - the mere idea of Quinn using her pussy to manipulate Santana's cock. Santana's cum is pooling inside Quinn now, but her foreskin prevents any of it from spilling out. Quinn lies down on her back again and Santana's angle shifts a little. It's enough for Quinn to enjoy the waves of her own orgasm crashing over her, and she holds on to Santana through it.
Santana stays inside of Quinn as she goes soft and then pulls out. She lies down next to her girlfriend, both panting in exhaustion.
Quinn opens the door to Santana's chamber and closes it softly behind her. She smiles as she sees her so relaxed - leaned back, an air of satisfaction surrounding her. Quinn rests her hands on her protruding belly - she will be giving birth very soon.
Santana notices the love of her life and makes her way over to her. She rests her hands on top Quinn's and gives her a beaming smile. "I'm so excited for the baby to arrive into this world," she says softly. She tucks a strand of blonde hair behind Quinn's ear and kisses her on the lips with all the love she has in her. Quinn kisses her back and soon, they completely lose themselves in each other.
"So am I," Quinn admits. "Are you making any progress with the Fylingi?"
Santana nods. "Having an ambassador at the court helps massively. Holly is trustworthy and very honest. She doesn't cower because I am the queen - the Fylingi seem to have a very close relationship to their leader and treat her as a friend, an equal."
"Hmm," Quinn muses. "Is it something you'd like to have in your own Limahio one day? To have people see you as their friend rather than fear you?"
Santana chuckles. "No way. It's too much fun this way, and besides, it would never work in such a large country. I can really see our plan working out, though."
Quinn bites her lip. "Are you sure we can't do it without a war? People will die, Santana. Sons, fathers, brothers - and daughters, mothers, sisters. Maybe if we tell the King and King-lord what we will do if they don't allow you to divorce Rachel in peace…"
Santana sighs. "We've had this conversation before, Quinn. We risk too much. For one, we'd lose the element of surprise, and that is too important to be at stake in any way. Secondly, they'd never agree and perhaps even start a war before we are ready so they can overpower us. And finally - this is about more than my marriage to Rachel, and the marriage I want with you. I love that it will be possible, I love that I will marry you and you will be the queen-lady. But this is also about bringing peace, about living without the constant threat of a bloody, senseless war. I don't want the safety of my country depending on a marriage to a woman so fickle, a woman I don't love. But for so long, it was the only way. Now, we can make a difference. The Fylingi will have their forests back, and the people of Limahio will live in peace. The country will be united, it will be as it once was. As it should have been forever. I don't want to take any risks. I know you dislike the violent aspect of this all, but sometimes violence is necessary for the greater good."
Quinn purses her lips. She wishes she hadn't brought it up again, but she has strong feelings about this. The tension is filling the room. They will always disagree on this. Santana has changed a lot, but there's still a proud warrior inside of her. She is still a Lopez, of that same dynasty famous for its absolute ruthlessness. "I don't like it when you talk like that," Quinn says. "After all, who decides what 'the greater good' is?"
"I know you don't, but I am still the queen of this country and I have to make decisions that are unpleasant. You could only ever understand if you'd had my upbringing and my experience as a queen. But you don't, so don't tell me what to decide. I was raised to be queen. Sometimes, things just need to be done. Can we please talk about something else?"
Quinn is about to answer, but frowns when she feels a warm trickle of fluid running down her leg. Santana looks confused at the lack of a reply - as shy as Quinn was at first, she doesn't usually step down from a discussion this easily anymore. Santana follows Quinn's line of sight as she looks down, but is still none the wiser.
"Quinn? Are you okay? Is something wrong with the baby?"
Quinn's voice sounds strained when she replies with a soft smile: "Last time I felt this, it meant I was about to hold my baby girl in my arms after having carried her for nine months."
Santana's eyes go comically wide. "You mean…?"
Quinn takes Santana's hand and nods. "I think you should go fetch the midwife."
A few hours later
Queen Santana feels completely and utterly helpless. It's not a feeling she's used to and it's definitely not a feeling she likes. Everything is going so slow, much slower than when Annabelle gave birth to Eduardo. She flinches when Quinn squeezes her hand - she's using so much strength that it feels like she might flatten it. Quinn's moans and screams of pain hurt Santana's heart.
"Are you sure this is normal?" she asks for the millionth time. "She's in a lot of pain here, isn't there anything you can do?"
The midwife sighs - the same woman who delivered Eduardo. "We have done everything we can. Every baby just comes into this world in a different way. Eduardo's birth went exceptionally well, this baby just needs more time. Don't worry, my queen. Everything will be fine. You can trust us."
"H-how are Henry and Edu-Eduardo?" Quinn pants.
Santana shakes her head. So much pain, and still her lover thinks to ask about the boys, who are clearly perfectly alright. "They're with Charlie and Brittany," Santana says in a tone she hopes is soothing.
"Don't just stand there!" Quinn snaps. "Do something! This is taking too long, I don't want the boys to worry."
"But I don't know how to help! They're with Charlie and Brittany, I'm sure they will explain what is happening and the boys will understand," Santana says, weakly defensive. She wants to touch Quinn's forehead and wipe away some of the sweat, but Quinn swats her hand away.
"This is why the father - or other mother - is usually kept outside of the birthing chamber," the midwife butts in, shaking her head. "There is nothing they can do to help. I told you this last time, my queen."
Santana huffs. "I am standing beside my love as she gives birth to our baby. I am not going to sit around in another room while Quinn does all the hard work. Even when I can't do anything, I would rather hold her hand and let her feel I'm with her than to be completely absent."
Quinn's next howl is harrowing and Santana curses under her breath as her hand is squeezed again - it must be bruised all over by now. "I think the baby's coming!" Quinn says breathlessly.
"I think I can see the baby's head," the midwife's assistant says excitedly. She's a young girl learning the trade and it was only begrudgingly that Santana allowed her to assist. She doesn't like the idea of someone in training having anything to do with the birth of her baby. She had protested that failure, which is part of a learning process, was not an option here and only skilled people were good enough. But the midwife had convinced her that this young girl needed experience in delivering a royal baby, if she was to work at the royal court one day. This brought Santana to reason - not knowing that the midwife had taken advantage of her knowledge of the queen since birth. After all, a royal baby is still like any other baby to deliver. "Yes, the baby is indeed on its way!" the midwife says, sharing her assistant's enthusiasm.
For Santana's liking, it takes entirely too long after that until she can finally hear their baby's cry. She immediately reaches out to hold her, but the midwife insists on washing her first. "Congratulations! It's a beautiful baby girl," she tells Quinn and Santana with a beaming smile.
Santana is beside herself with happiness and immediately leans in to kiss Quinn passionately, not caring about the presence of others. "I'm so proud of you, baby," she mumbles against her lips.
The midwife comes over, holding their baby gingerly. Quinn reaches her arms out and the midwife hands over their little girl carefully. "Do you have a name?"
Quinn is too amazed to speak. She's completely enthralled by this little creature lying in her arms - her and Santana's baby. Their baby. Their little baby girl.
Santana's voice is hoarse and strained with emotion when she speaks. "Welcome to this world, Amalia Lopez."
Quinn still feels exhilarated when they go on their way to the Fylingi. It still feels strange to be back in these familiar surroundings, to remember every spot. It doesn't feel like part of her anymore, but she knows that she can never ignore the past. The confrontation with her father had made that very clear.
It's a long journey through Sarthinger Forest, following the official roads and inventing new ones where the official roads stopped in the middle of nowhere. The Fylingi leader lived very deep in the Forest according to Burt Hummel's men - it had taken a lot of time to find her. The people Quinn had seen when she was younger probably lived on the outskirts of what they considered their land.
„Quinn?"
Santana's voice wakes Quinn from her thoughts. She raises a brow in question and smiles when the queen leans in for a soft kiss. After all these months, her soft lips still feel so good, exploring her own so lovingly, their tongues tasting each other.
„Are you okay?" Santana asks quietly, genuine worry etched on her beautiful face.
Quinn nods. „I was just thinking about the Fylingi. I'm excited but also a little bit scared. After all, I only saw a few of the. I have no idea what they'll be like, and I don't want to disappoint you."
„Whatever happens, none of it is your fault. I need you to remember that. You cannot possibly disappoint me."
Quinn sighs, but then smiles again. „Thank you so much, Santana. This has been my dream for so long - to really meet them, talk with them. I could never have imagined this would ever happen."
„Anything for you, Quinn."
Quinn's heart starts beating faster when the carriage stops and she hears a melodious voice speak a language she hasn't heard in ages. Fylingi.
„Royal Convoy of Kinleysia?"
Before anyone can stop her, Quinn gets out of the carriage. She doesn't hear Santana's protest and makes her way to the man standing before the guards of the Queen. She curtseys, more out of habit than anything else, and can barely contain her excitement when she introduces herself in her best Fylingi. „Hello, my name is Quinn. I am with Queen Santana."
The man bows his head. „My name is Carlos. Friends call me Carl. I will take you to our Great Friend."
Quinn remembers that they call their leader their Great Friend. Burt Hummel's men gave them this information. „Thank you, Carlos. Am I needed for translations?"
Carlos smiles and shakes his head. „Please, call me Carl. And no, our Great Friend and her advisors speak your language fluently."
This surprises Quinn, and it must be visible on her face. „Then I shall join my queen again. Thank you, Carl."
He nods shortly. „I will see you later, I am sure."
Carl and a few other men guide the queen and her guards further through the Forest. They encounter a few camps, where people seem to lead a peaceful life. Quinn can see men stirring through big bowls of what looks like food, while women are feeding children. It reminds Quinn that she is actually hungry.
They ride past camps where men and women are making weapons, singing, gathering wood and making fires, doing the daily tasks it seems. Quinn feels fear build in her heart when some of the Fylingi hiss when seeing them, shouting angrily, or merely giving them foul looks. Carl reacts most of the time, reminding them of ‚The Great Friend's wise words'. She understands that the Fylingi are still not fond of the Kinleysians, even after all this time. But who can blame them?
Fifteen minutes later, they come to a halt again. Quinn can hear loud voices, Fylingi arguing. She sticks her head out of the carriage. Carl is talking to a group of men and women who block the carriage's passage. They don't speak the way she is used to hearing - their words are fired rapidly, sound harsh, short. One of the men gives her a look so burning with hatred that she quickly goes out of sight. Clearly, these people do not forget.
A little while later, they are stopped again. This time, they're only at a standstill for a minute before they move again. Finally, their carriage is opened by Blaine. He rode a horse all the way and looks like he's aching badly, but he smiles nonetheless. „We have arrived, my queen," he says with an air of relief. „The Fylingi leader is expecting us."
Santana gives Quinn a beaming smile before exiting the carriage. When they meet outside, Santana takes Quinn's hand and brings it to her lips for a kiss. „I love you," she whispers softly. Together, they follow Carl, who gives Quinn a friendly wink. Quinn is surprised when she hears a hiss and notices Santana's frown.
„I don't like him," Santana mumbles. „Too friendly."
Quinn quickly kisses Santana's cheek. „It's nothing, Santana. Remember what's at stake here. Don't let unnecessary jealousy get in the way of history in the making."
Santana hesitates, but then nods and tries to look less like she wants to kill the man in front of them. Those trainings in diplomacy she underwent as a young girl - and that were so much needed - luckily seem to pay off. Finally, they reach a tent. It's filled with smells neither of them knows, but that are a true pleasure to be surrounded with.
The tent is relatively empty. Quinn sees rocks that seem to be arranged in certain patterns lying on the ground. Flowers are hanging in rudimentary baskets, forming a path that leads around a corner. Quinn is surprised by what she sees next. The walls of the tent are covered in weapons of various kinds, made of different materials. Some look straight-forward - axes and knives, bows and spears. But other weapons look so complicated that Quinn has no idea what they possibly do. She's sure she doesn't even want to imagine.
She notices the surprise on the guards' faces as well. But when she turns to look at Santana, her queen has admiration written in her eyes - pure and utter wonder and delight. It reminds her of the queen's reputation with the people of Kinleysia, of that famous side to the queen that Quinn so rarely sees. She has to admit that it scares her a little.
Everyone is so preoccupied by the decorations that all look like they might very well be taken off the wall instantly and used without hesitation, that nobody notices they've reached the most important part of the tent. A soft scraping of a throat catches their attention.
A redheaded woman with very pale skin and a peaceful smile is sitting in the middle of the room. She is surrounded by cushions and various plants Quinn has never seen before. She actually has to squint her eyes a little to see the woman. She has to admit her surprise that this is the leader of the Fylingi - a small, even petite, woman who looks like she's never held a weapon in her life.
Queen Santana seems to recognise another leader when she sees one. She curtseys politely, which elicits a hearty chuckle from the woman in front of them. The queen looks surprised.
„We don't have the habit of curtseying. We pay our respects by making eye contact and conveying our trust in one another," the woman explains, her voice high-pitched and melodious. Quinn notices that this woman speaks their language fluently. Apparently, Carl was right.
Queen Santana gathers her composure. „Of course. My sincerest apologies. I should have known."
The redhead in front of them bows her head, as if to accept the apology. „Force of habit, I am sure. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emma Pillsbury, 178th in the Pillsburian Dynasty, Great Friend to the Fylingi."
Santana wants to nod, but then remembers what Burt Hummel's men had told her and what Emma Pillsbury had just reminded her of - make eye contact. She can't believe that she really forgot, but she is still impressed by the weapons. She looks right into Emma's green eyes until the other woman nods. „I am Santana Lopez, 77th of the Lopez Dynasty, Queen of Kinleysia. I come here in peace."
Emma nods. „And who is the beautiful woman you have brought with you? Is she your queen-lady?"
Quinn is about to answer, but Santana doesn't give her the chance. „No, Great Friend," she starts, remembering that the Fylingi don't use titles like ‚Majesty' or ‚Queen'. „This is Quinn Fabray of Benningwood. She is a commoner who came to live with me a little over a year ago. She is my lover, and I hope that one day, I can marry her and make her my queen-lady."
Emma tilts her head. „What stops you?"
To say Santana is surprised by the informal conversation is an understatement. But then the Fylingi aren't like any other people she's ever had to negotiate with. „I am married to Rachel Berry, daughter to the King and King-lord of Carmeltonia. She is my queen-lady."
Emma frowns. „Does she agree with your bringing your lover here on an official mission."
Santana is momentarily stunned. She chooses her words carefully. „I am the queen. She is the queen-lady and has no say in my political decisions."
„So your marriage is not equal?" Emma asks, her voice still calm and peaceful, but her eyes fierce. „You promised this girl your eternal love and then betray it?"
Quinn decides now would be a good time to interrupt. „Allow me to explain," she says quickly. Emma turns her eyes to her and she feels momentarily stunned, realising that she is actually talking to the leader of the Fylingi. She coughs, then gathers her courage again. „The King and King-lord made the Queen choose: marry their daughter or start a war. The Queen married their daughter, to avoid a war that would cost numerous lives. The Queen was married before to a woman she loved deeply, a woman who gave her the son she loves so much - but queen-lady Annabelle passed away. Queen Santana was grief-stricken and convinced she could never love again. She married queen-lady Rachel Berry to save her inhabitants a war, convinced a marriage out of love was not in her future anymore."
Emma nods slowly. „So the King and his husband married their daughter off, knowing very well it would be a loveless marriage? They forced a life on her in which she could never be happy?"
Queen Santana nods. „That's correct. But Quinn - I love her. I thought it was impossible to love again after my beloved passed away, but I do love Quinn. She bears my child, and I wish for nothing more than to marry her. I would not harm Rachel and gladly allow her to go back to her country, but her fathers have made it very clear that that would be a declaration of war. A war we could never win, given that our country is so much smaller."
Quinn is surprised that all of this is being spoken about on an official meeting between leaders. She thought they would talk about leadership and forming an alliance.
„I understand the difficulty of your situation. Love is sacred and should not be treated this way. What exactly is the reason of your visit?" Emma asks.
„We know what the dynasties before us have done to you," Queen Santana explains. „How they have driven you from your lands, banned you to this far corner, where you are forced to live in such a smaller space. We want to form a bond again, make peace. We know almost nothing about your people, Great Friend. We wish to know more."
Emma nods. „We have changed. We are still a peaceful people, but the treatment we have received have forced us to become masters of weaponry, hunters, even. There is too little food and space for us to make sure that everything we take from nature is given back. This hurts us deeply. I can forgive you for what those before you have done - but many of my people are still deeply hurt. You must understand."
Quinn looks at Santana, sees how she is thinking, millions of ideas firing through her mind. When she speaks her next sentence, Blaine looks so surprised she knows that this was not spoken about at length before they left. „I want peace, Great Friend. I admit that I have been a ruthless Queen in the past, but it has not been easy to live with the constant threat of war. The King of Carmeltonia is known to be fickle, and we know that our weapons and army is not advanced enough. It has also been our wish, mine and that of my forefathers, to reunite the country. Kinleysia and Carmeltonia to become one Limahio again. But I do not trust the King and King-lord to treat us well. If I could be certain to win the war this would cause, I could marry the woman I love and set the queen-lady free to love the man or woman that holds her heart. I must admit that we had no idea about your people's hunting skills, and your weapons. But seeing this, and thinking of peace and love, I have to make this offer: help us win this war, and we give you all your forests back. All the forests the Fylingi ever lived again. The freedom to live life as you wish to live it once again, after centuries of being forced to compromise on your beliefs."
Quinn must admit Santana is good. Seeing the weapons, and hearing how important love is, the Queen formulated a plan that would make everyone the happiest in a matter of minutes.
Emma tilts her head. „That sounds alluring. I must consult with my advisors. But yes, that sounds very alluring indeed."
Quinn swallows. She could marry Santana. Limahio would be one again. Queen Santana would rule over the entire country. The Fylingi would have their grounds back.
„I invite you to eat dinner in the tent we have set up for you," Emma continues. „You are free to stay as long as you wish. I will answer to your proposal soon. I imagine you must now write to your own advisors to inform them of this plan. I will speak to you soon, Queen Santana."
„Thank you for your attention and kind heart, Great Friend."
They have turned around already when Emma speaks up again. „Queen Santana, I can see that loving this young lady has softened you. Queen Santana, Quinn - congratulations with your little girl. She will become a very great woman."
Quinn gives Santana a look of confusion, but Santana also looks like she has no idea what's going on. How does Emma know it's a girl?
