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Something Called Life	By : cris2747 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 3363 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: No I don't own Glee, *pouts*. Wow the response to this fic was overwhelming and awesome, so thank you to everyone that alerted/favored and reviewed. Hopefully this next chapter is up to par with the last one, love it hate let me know. I meant to have this up earlier but my computer was kind of life support since Saturday and she's going to make it maybe. Any mistakes you see I'll correct as soon as I can but right now everything I wrote is by phone for the time being. Hopefully Ashley (my computer) will be better by this weekend.

Chapter Two: The Middle

After six months of planning the wedding day was almost here but tonight was for fun because it's Tina's bachelorette party. Santana made Mike's bachelor party for the same night but it was going to start a little later so she could come to Tina's too. The last day of singlehood and tomorrow they started the rest of their lives together. The best (wo)man and maid of honor wanted to make sure that it was a night to remember.

At the moment an embarrass Tina was sitting centered stage while a pair of big beefy man meat gyrated on her lap. The bride to be waved her dollar bills around laughing slapping the firm butt in front of her, "Yee haw."

Quinn almost choked on her wine as she watched her normally reserved friend stare opened mouth at the bulging packages in front of her. She takes out her phone and clicks pictures, awesome blackmail material for later.

Of course being one of the only two lesbians in the room she wasn't too excited about the show. Their friend Sugar and Santana's friends Mercedes and Brittany however were right on stage with her. Quinn tried to avert her eyes but its like passing by an accident, you can't help but watch. Sugar and Brittany were current riding on of the male dancers around the stage, their legs wrapped tightly around their muscled waist. Ever since those two were introduced they became fast friends and inseparable.

Right now the adorable blonde was bucking her hips like she was riding a bronco. "We need to come here more often," she yells gleefully at her long lost twin.

Sugar nods smiling and yelling back, "Like seriously B, do you think they'll let us take one home?" She looks to her right licking her lips, "Or three." She kicks her heels on the stripper's, excuse me exotic dancer's flank and lead him closer to the fireman that was starting his dance.

Quinn clicks more pictures enjoying herself even though the bulky muscles weren't her thing. As long as Tina was having a good time then she can consider this night a job well done. She looks to the far edge of the stage to see Mercedes giving one of the dancers an enthusiastic lap dance of her own.

A smoky sexy voice sends shivers down her back, "You know I don't think Sammy boy will be too happy about that but I think he won't have room to talk after the nights done."

Quinn bites her lip swallowing back the irritating moan that always wants to break loose every time the sexy Latina is near, "Hmmm." She clears her throat, "Yes but I don't think that 'Cedes or Sam will ever cheat on their spouses."

Santana aware of the effect her closeness was having on the beautiful blonde as she rests her chin on her shoulder. She looks over at the stage, "Naw she'll never do that and Sammy's too whipped to even think about another woman."

Quinn sighs wishing she could say the same thing about her wife. The night that Tina and Mike got engaged she made the discussion to leave her but somehow Rachel figured it out and managed to change her mind. She started spending more time at home and paying attention to the affection starved blonde. Quinn was a fool she knew this but it's hard to let go of your first love.

Santana gives herself a mental face palm, cursing her stupidity. Why did she have to bring up the annoying gnome? Currently the sex addict, the nympho, or fuck it the slut was flying back from L.A. because of the premiere of her new movie. As much as she hates to admit it the bitch got some serious talent but she wouldn't touch that shit with Finn's dick. She managed to convince her partners that Rachel as a client would be bad for business. Just think about all the affairs and the fallouts they would have to cover up. Not only that they all came to think of Quinn as a friend and they protect their friends. So no, Rachel Fucking Berry-Fabray as a talent, there's plenty of other agencies here for her to pick from.

Quinn gives her a sad little smile, "No I don't think they would but speaking of Sam and the boys when are you guys going to go scare the natives?"

Santana hugs her close relishing in the way their bodies fit together so seamlessly, "In about an hour and a half. Puck and Sam have this new kid Marley uh Rose at the recording studio cutting a demo. The girl gots some pipes on her so color me impress. But the session should be ending soon and then we'll meet up at Puck's after that."

An outsider would've mistaken the girls as partners and lovers, with how often one of them initiates some kind of contact. Whether it was a brush of hands or a hug that lasts just a second too long and gets to close. For Quinn if she wasn't hanging on her marriage by perfectly manicured nails, Santana could be the kind of girl she could fall for. Since that night in the kitchen Santana made sure to have some sort of contact with Quinn. Via phone, text email or her personal favorite in person. It took some impressive negotiating skills from her end but she got the law firm to let Quinn handle her and her company as a client. Even though the blonde wasn't well versed in the entertainment industry or contracts, but she was a fast learner and hasn't let them down yet. Or maybe it was the years she spent in the shadows of Rachel's career over hearing the industry speak and filing it away for later.

Quinn lays a hand on the arms holding her snuggling into her warmth, "Just promise me that you'll be careful, Puck seems hell bent on getting you all arrested tonight."

Santana smiles, a warm feeling spends across her chest making her heart ache, the angelic blonde truly cares for her, "Don't worry Puck's an idiot but he's scared of Tina and you so that'll be enough to keep him in line."

Quinn smirks, thinking back to the first time she meet the bad boy at Mike and Tina's engagement party.

The bad boy wore a sexy smirk and strutted his way to Quinn when she talking to the engaged couple. She felt and arm thrown around her shoulder, startled she looks you to see a man she never met before pull her to his side, licking his lips.

In what was meant to be a sexy drawl the man said, "Hey future baby mama, where have you been all my life?"

Quinn quirks an brow before shrugging off his arm, "A) never touch me without my permission. B) I'm not nor will I ever be your 'baby mama'. And C) even if you haven't repulsed me," she smirks deviously, "you're missing the required equipment that I love. Oh and D) I almost forgot the best part, my wife would be inclined to castrate you if you even try to use those stupid pick-up lines again."

Mercedes buried her face in Sam's chest muffling her laughter while Puck stared her mouth open. No women gay or straight, married or single, young or old has ever turned him done before except for Santana and Tina. But he didn't even try with Tina because she was Mike's like Mercedes was Sam's and as big of a douchebag that he is, his buddies' girls were always off limits.

After that Santana pushed the bad boy into the bathroom and berated him in Spanish, he sheepishly apologized and they became very good friends after that.

Santana smirks playfully, "Yeah sorry about him Q."

"Puck seems like a really sweet guy, in his own way, but for some reason I don't think I would be around him drunk." She shrugs one dainty shoulder, "Call me crazy but I have a feeling that I would wake up pregnant."

Santana laughs sending chills her way again when a puff of hot air blew in her ear, "Oh god we have enough bimbos, not calling you a bimbo princesa," she kissing Quinn's hair, "walking around with that boy's spawn. As gorgeous as you are I think the world can do without that lizard baby."

Quinn turns around ignoring the fact that she didn't try to get out of Santana's embrace, a mock hurt look on her face, "My baby would never be a lizard baby, yours on the other hand would be the spawn of Satan."

Santana's eyes flash dangerously, she leans in close, "That's only because I'm hot as hell princesa." She takes in Quinn's flushed appearance and bites back a moan. As much as she wanted to throw the blonde down on the nearest table and fuck away her loyalty to her gnome she knew she couldn't. The girl has been cheated on enough and she wouldn't add to the confusion or pain.

Quinn moans, "Oh yes you are."

She blinks away the memory, she opens her mouth to say something further but she notices a flash of three brunettes headed her way. She gets sad smile on her face, "Rachel."

Santana scowls, that wasn't the name she wanted to her, "No I'm so much hotter than that door knob."

Quinn smiles became strained and she moves back putting some distance between them, "No behind you San, Rachel's here with Blaine and Kurt."

She wasn't ready to see her wife right now. She tried calling her before the premiere but she got brushed off, when Rachel told her she needed to get the stylist. Then when she called her after it was done she couldn't reach her but when she tried one more time before she went to bed a woman answered the phone. Rachel had snatched the phone berating the woman before getting on the phone sounding slightly out of breath. Rachel told her about everyone she met and the producers and directors that came up to her wanting her to star in their next movie.

Quinn said nothing but an occasional 'yes', 'no' or 'that wonderful' but her mind wasn't on the conversation. No her mind kept drifting back to the woman who answered the phone and the loud slam after Rachel came to phone. Her voice sounded familiar but she couldn't quite place it. It was at the tip of her tongue but the name eluded her. It wasn't until she said her 'goodnights' and 'I love yous' that the name came to her.

It was that Kitty woman who she caught Rachel fucking in her trailer during the filming. Quinn stumbled to the bathroom losing the little bit of dinner she ate. She sat at the floor crying until her eyes felt raw and her chest felt like it was going to explode. That was it she couldn't do it anymore, she was done. After the wedding she's going to file for divorce but she won't cause a scene and ruin her best friend's wedding. Tina deserved so much more than that and so did she.

Santana closes her eyes groaning now she'll have to spend the rest of her time avoiding the plankton. Hoping she doesn't try and hump her leg with her wife three feet away, "Fuck no that damn idiot has the worse timing." She frowns, "Kurt and Blaine?" Quinn nods her eyes looking incredibly sad, "Should've known the homos would crash girls' night."

Quinn gives her another weak smile, "Male strippers, need I say more?"

Santana steps back a little more shaking her head pouting at the distance they had between them. She was already missing the feel of the blonde's body in her arms, "Nope those two little words say it all."

Quinn stiffens when Rachel pulls her into a tight hug, "Darling I missed you." She kisses her cheek, "Please say that you'll come with me next time? The people there were tedious and obnoxious I needed my beautiful wife there to keep me entertained."

Santana snarky reply stings her a little, "Isn't that what you're paid to do? If you suck so bad at that than as a producer I would demand my money back. Besides I'm sure that a woman like you would've found someone or something to keep her company."

Rachel looks at her stunned but oddly turned on. She does enjoy that lethal tongue of hers and oh the ways she has yet to enjoy it, "You are quite correct San, I did meet up with a few former cast mates and we went to an after party."

Quinn smiles her thanks to Santana knowing that the Latina doesn't like her wife and thinks she deserves better. Hell, she's even told her on numerous occasions, "As much as I would like to hear it Rach, I have to go check on Tina before a vein pops in her head." Her shaky legs walk as fast as she could without running away. She can't be near her right now every time she is, Quinn wants to cry.

Rachel frowns watching Quinn walk away, "Hmm, I wonder what's that all about." She turns to Santana who was standing there with her arms across her chest and a fierce look on her face. Rachel's frown morphs into a sexy grin, she leans forward purring, "You look absolutely edible tonight Santana." Her hungry eyes devoir Santana's legs and breast in her tight short dress.

Santana glare turns icy, "I've told you already you fucking leech, that I'm never going to fuck you." Rachel just smirks thinking that the Latina was just playing hard to get, "Oh my god you are fucking stupid enough to think that I'm joking." She stalks toward the shorter brunette, "Let me say this as plainly as possible Berry so even someone as dense as you can understand," she purposely left off Fabray because the bitch doesn't deserve the name, "you make me sick. You have a beautiful wife that loves you, any fool can see that but you continually try to break her. No me gusta Frodo."

Rachel swallows feeling weirdly turned on by the verbal smack down. "Really Santana I'm merely being friendly. I didn't realize you spent so much time thinking of me that way," she says with a coy smile.

Santana snorts, "I may be nothing but a dumb spic but my mother didn't raise no fool. Do yourself a favor and stop before you make me hurt you and trust me you won't like it." She leans close no one in their right mind would suspect this to be a romantic pose unless your name was Rachel Berry.

Rachel feels the wetness pool in her panties drenching them, her lips part in a breathy moan. An inch gap was all that was separating her lips from those plump juicy ones that have been haunting her. Santana backs away with a disgusted look on her face, the little freak was actually getting off on her verbal bitch slap. She walks away shaking her head needing another drink. Another half hour than she can get out of her and hang with her bros.

She signals the bartender for another shot. Once the girl poured her shot she quickly downed it savoring the burn that went all the way down to her belly. She gestures for another shot and lays a frustrated head down on the bar. Growling loud, she knows she's going to have to tell Quinn about these blitz attacks Rachel does to her every time they're in the same room. She hates the fact that she might drive Quinn way since she's starting to develop honest feeling for the blonde.

She was quirky and cute. She can match Santana's batter and not be offended by her tasteless jokes. Not only is she one of the most beautiful woman she's ever meet, the inside matches the outer beauty. Santana swallow fighting the tears that want to come out but she would rather Quinn be mad at her for a while than have her stay with a person that doesn't deserve her. But not today or tomorrow because she won't ruin her brother's wedding because that plankton wants in her panties.

When Blaine and Kurt decided to crash the girls' night, Blaine didn't think that he would be sitting at a corner watching his one of his best friends fall apart. He leans over whispering to Kurt that he'd be right back. Blaine sits down next to the Latina, "Hey sexy why do you look so down? I know that you're surrounded by man meat and that's not your scene but it's no reason to cry. Just think in 15 minutes we're going to head over to Puck's house gather up the troops and then you can rub your face in some tits and ass."

Santana chuckles peeking at him over her arm, "Fuck you Warbler that's not my problem but thank you for the images."

Blaine smiles, "Come on Aunty Tana tell Uncle Cracker what the problem is."

Santana sits up downing her shot coughing slightly, "I'm going to have to do something that I know that I'll end up regretting." She lifted her sad browns eyes, "I'm just afraid that I'm going to lose something that I never got a chance to have."

Blaine ventures a guess to what or whom she was referring too. No one in their group was clueless to the fact that Santana Fucking López was on her way to falling head over heels for Quinn Fabray. All they want was for Santana to be happy but they're afraid she'll get hurt because Quinn seems unable to recognize the fact that Rachel cheats on her every chance she gets. She also takes every opportunity to throw herself at Santana. If the Latina was a man Rachel would've been on her knees with her dick in her mouth before Santana could blink.

Blaine sighs as he stands up to hug her, "Trust me San if Quinn doesn't see that you're better for her than that two faced slut than she doesn't deserve you my friend." He kisses the top of her head, "Come on let's get your mind off of the Fabray's and your face in some ass."

Santana shakes her head laughing, "You're a sick man Blaine Warbler. I have to use the rest room and find Quinn to let her know that we're on our way out the door. So you go get Kurt and then we can bounce," she throws an arm around his shoulder, "Soooo, tell me when are you and Nancy gonna starts knocking boots. Or have you already done the dirty?"

Blaine blushes shaking his head, "No but he's my date to the wedding."

Santana smirks, bumping fist with her friend, before the parted ways. Santana spotted Quinn coming out of the bathroom. A smile lights up her face, "Hey Q we're going to bounce already."

Quinn pouts playfully, "Aww San already? I was getting ready to buy you a lap dance from that fireman 'cuz he's been eyeballing you all night."

Santana scrunches her nose, "Eww no Quinn just no."

Quinn leans forward teasingly, "You sure Mercedes, Brittany and Sugar seem to be enjoying hers."

"Mercedes' straight while B and Sugar are bi," Santana smirks. "So that's a big ass hell to the no from me."

Quinn nods smiling, "I guess I could let you away with that one." She opens her hugs and pulls the Latina into a tight hug. Quinn discreetly inhales the brunette's mouthwatering scent, "Okay I'll let Tina know you're leaving."

Santana moves back doing a little dance, "I'll tell her bye on my way out Q, so no worries but…"

Quinn laughs moving out of the way, "Go before you have an accident."

Santana flips her off running into the rest room. Quinn shakes he head still laughing while she went to find her friend. Who was currently buried in the middle of three dancers. "Ohh more black mail material," Quinn smirks, taking out her phone clicking more pictures.

She was finally starting to enjoy her night again but then again the Latina always seems to brighten up her day. She doesn't know when or how or even why but Santana has become vital to her. So maybe when everything was done with Rachel and she gave her heart time to heal and if Santana was single than they could see where this could go. But for now she has a marriage to witness and another to destroy.

Rachel was eyeing the Latina since she left her panting at the wall waiting for the opportunity to pounce. Before today all of her attempts had been rebuked but she was determined to get her. Maybe it was because the Latina genuinely liked her wife but that shouldn't be a problem. Since she has no intention of ever telling her about all plotting, to have the Goddess between her legs, she's been doing since she met Santana. She downs her drink and sets the empty glass on the bar making her way to the rest room. She looks for Quinn making she sure she wasn't watching her. Smiling she sees her wife busy with Tina at the stage, completely distracted at the moment. She slips off her heels before squaring up her shoulders, the diva enters the room and locks the door silently behind her.

She hears the toilet flush and Santana exit the stall a few seconds later. Rachel watched hidden deep in the shadows waiting for her chance to pounce on the unsuspecting woman. Mark her words before the end of the night this sexy Goddess' tongue and fingers will be buried between her legs.

Santana stood at the sink washing her hands, humming a tune, oblivious to the fact that something was wrong. Rachel slips up behind her and slides her hand up the short dress cupping the her mound, "I finally got you all alone so how about we do something about this sexual tension that we have between us?"

Santana growls pushing the offending hand away turning around she slams the smaller brunette into the opposite wall, "Don't touch me!"

Rachel gasps, "Oh so you like it rough, I can deal with that baby."

Santana narrows her eyes when an idea forms her mind. She twirls the smaller girl around pushing her face into the wall, "So this is what you want? You want me to fuck you in this dingy bathroom while your wife is outside the door."

Rachel moans pushing herself back, "Oh fuck yes. Fuck me hard and fast than lets go back to your place and do it all night."

Santana lifts up the short skirt and slams her hand down on Rachel's bare ass, "You're nothing but a slut aren't you? A bitch in heat."

Rachel moans her ass burning at the stinging smack, "Yes if that's what you want."

The Latina uses one arm pressing it on the back of her neck while the other teases the diva barely brushing up against her clit. "You know what I hate Berry?"

Rachel tries to shake her head but the arm across her neck was starting to hurt, "Oww you're hurting me Santana not that rough please."

Santana snickers pressing her face harder into the wall, "I thought you said you do rough?"

Rachel flinches, "But I don't do well with pain."

Santana shrugs pinching the diva's thigh, "But you like to hand it out, right?"

"Ouch, damn it Santana," Rachel hisses. "Not so fucking rough!"

"You really are a dumb bitch, aren't? And you never answered my question," She presses her arm down harder.

Rachel whimpers struggling to push the stronger girl off of her, "No I don't know what you hate."

A dark mocking laugh escapes her lips when Rachel tries to push herself off the wall, "I hate the fact that you tried to touch me without my permission. I hate that you actual think that I want to touch this disease infested cunt." Santana's voice drops to a harsh whisper, "Like I would be so fucking desperate to fuck a common whore."

Rachel was coming to regret her discussion to corner the girl in the bathroom and throwing herself at her. Santana doesn't seem to be playing with her, "I'm not a whore please stop your hurting me."

She presses down harder, "No you're not a common whore that would be too good for you. No you're the type of bitch that would fuck a dog if it advances your career." Santana sneers, "You want me and my company to represent you and your willing to fuck the boss to get a leg up, or rather spread legs in this business."

Rachel pushes against the wall trying to throw her off balance so she could get away, "Okay shit I get your point you don't want to fuck me here. Just let go before you leave a bruise."

The Latina slams her hand against the wall eliciting a gasps from the shorter girl, "No you dumb bitch you're not getting it at all. How can I say this in a way that even someone like you would understand?" Santana pausing, "Oh I know how's this for being clear? I'll just get straight to the point so we're clear, I wouldn't fuck you with Finn's dick. I wouldn't fuck you even if you weren't married . I wouldn't fuck you if someone flew in breadsticks from Lima and shoved them up your nasty snatch!"

Rachel whimpers, "Okay, okay I get it I'm sorry. I just thought that you were playing hard to get."

Santana growls before grabbing her by the neck and tossing her on the floor. Rachel cries out her knees landing painfully on the dirty floor, "No you dumb bitch I'm not playing hard to get I DON'T WANT YOU. Quinn is a beautiful amazing woman and you do this crap to her? You're lucky that I don't go out there and tell her right now what kind of woman you really are." She watches with a cold expression as Rachel stumbles back to her feet, "You better leave me the fuck alone Rachel."

Rachel regains her balance, embarrassed and humiliated she runs to the door. When she turns the lock Santana's voice further mocks her, "You know you better watch your back because I've decided here and now that you don't deserve Quinn. Whether she ends up with me or not you can't have her but I'll tell you one thing though, if she were mine I would treat her right. If she were mine she would feel loved and desired every day. If she were mine than I would never make her cry." Santana growls throwing her shoe hard at the door. Rachel gasps crouching low, "If she were mine I would never treat her like shit and cheat on her with anything that breathes. So you get the fuck out of here and count yourself blessed that you have even one more night in her bed because I'm making it my personal mission to make sure she leaves your ass."

Rachel whimpers and sobs echoed throughout the room as she wrenched the door open and fled at of the club. Santana stumbles to the nearest stall and empty out the contents in her stomach. Coughing and gagging she doesn't notice that a tearful blonde stood in the shadows and heard every word that was said.

The next day Mike stood proudly at the alter watching his beautiful bride walk down the aisle. Quinn stood by her best friends' side and cried silently while the couple exchange their vows. She remembers when it was her in their position, young and hopeful and completely in love. After the scene in the rest room last night Quinn took it upon herself to get piss drunk. She doesn't even know how she made it home last night. She doesn't know if Rachel even made it home last night, because she's sure after Santana shredded her ego Rachel would've found someone to stroke it for her.

What she does know is that her marriage was having its very own death march. She knows that Rachel isn't worth her tears. She also knows Rachel is toxic for her but it doesn't make it hurt any less. Santana, Santana what was she going to do about Santana? The words she threw at Rachel cut her like a knife. She hasn't heard someone talk like that about her in well ever not even Rachel did. She shakes her head now is not the time to think of the breakdown of her marriage. Now is time to take in the beautiful ceremony where her sister and friend starts a new chapter in her life.

Her eyes shift to the Latina, the woman is utterly breathtaking in her form fitting tuxedo. She doesn't what she did to deserve Santana coming into her life but she's thankful that the Latina did. Whether or not they end up together she's thankful for having the Latina in her life.

Santana on the other side of the alter is have a tough time keeping her eyes off the blonde woman. She looked like an angel in her bride's maid dress. The green made her hypnotic eyes glow bright and so devastatingly beautiful that it made her heart hurt. She knows that she's in trouble and she knows that she's probably a fool but Santana López is falling in love. Whether it was the first day in the kitchen or it was a slow build over time she already fucking fell head first over that cliff. She debated all night on whether or not to tell Quinn what Rachel did in the bathroom. It ruined the night she planned for her best friend. She felt cheated that she wasn't able to give him the proper send off like she planned.

Puck and Blaine saw her turmoil and took over her job which she was thankful for. She did decides to tell Quinn but not today it's supposed to be a happy day for their friends. Tomorrow was plenty of time to break her heart. When the church exploded in clapping and whistling Santana realize that she missed the entire ceremony. Santana sighs turning to follow the couple walk down aisle as husband and wife. She holds her arm for Quinn to hold and they followed their friends. Santana turned her head and noticed underneath all the makeup Quinn looked pale and she had dark circles under her eyes. The poor baby looks so worse for wear, maybe Rachel twisted what happened in the rest room last night.

Santana starts to panic but Quinn seemed to sense something was wrong she squeezed her biceps and leans her head on Santana's shoulders and the Latina immediately relax. They got into the waiting limo that took them to the reception.

The hours past in a drunk haze for Quinn and the stress of acting happy was taking its toll on her anyone with eyes could see it. Her smile was strained or she looked in pain every time Rachel took her hand. Quinn Fabray was close to falling apart and no one knew how to keep her together. The only person who didn't seem to notice that Quinn's mask was slipping was her loving wife.

But then again that woman wouldn't have noticed if her wife stood on a table and did a strip tease. Since she was licking her wounded ego after Santana stepped on it and set it on fire last night. She left the club quickly and then jumped the first body that she saw and spent the rest of the night reassuring herself that she was desirable. She was hoping that the last part of Santana's speech of all talk and she didn't go tattle to her wife. Although Rachel's fairly confident that she can spin it around to her advantage. Because let's be honest she's has had years of experience lying to Quinn and getting out of sticky situations.

When it was time to give their speeches Quinn was the first one to stand a little steady on her feet, "Hello everyone on behalf of myself and Santana and the rest of the wedding party, we would like to thank you are being here with us to help celebrate the beginning of Mike and Tina's forever." She smiled that cool detached Fabray smile she had perfected since high school. She waited for the applause to die down, "This is the part of the evening where I give the couple sage advice on how to make their marriage work, but I don't have any." There was a tiny gasps to her left but she ignored and stared at her wife. "Because when everything is said and done nothing I say matters." She smirks at the flushed face Rachel developed, "As long as they stay honest and faithful to each other, as long as they love each other, the way they do now nothing can stand in their way. Just ask my wife, she knows all about holding a marriage together…"

Santana cleared her throat drawing the attention of the blonde, "Okay so it's my turn as best (wo)man to give a speech but as Quinn said, love respect and fidelity makes the marriage strong. And that's all I got at the moment," she takes Quinn's elbow and leads her to the back of the reception hall.

Quinn brushed back a stray tear, "I'm sorry Santana I guess that I'm just emotional right now."

Santana cupping Quinn's face and stroked her soft skin with her thumb, "I think there's more to that but I'll let it go for now because now is not the time."

Quinn nuzzles the warm hand, sighing, "Thank you San, I'm not ready to talk about anything and I don't want to ruin the wedding so I think I'm going to get some fresh air." She takes a small step back letting Santana's hand fall, "Can you tell Tina that I'm sorry if I embarrassed her or Mike?"

Santana rocks on her toes, sticking her hands in her pockets, "I'm sure you didn't but I'll let them know."

Quinn nods walking quickly to the nearest exit. There were a few more people to give their speeches, after that they danced until it was time to cut the cake. Quinn came back noticeably calmer and less pale, but Santana still kept a close eye on her because her smile was still forced. Her eyes still in pain and that didn't sit well on the Latina. Thirty minutes later Quinn rejoined the wedding party, her mask back in place.

It was nearing the time when the couple was ready to take their leave but Rachel was nowhere to be found. Quinn decides to look go search for her wayward wife. She looked in the bathrooms and behind the stage but found nothing. The frustrated the blonde was headed back to the hall when she noticed the small office with the door closed but the light was on. Giving her the benefit of the doubt she started thinking that maybe she had a business call and it was too noisy in the reception hall.

Santana and Tina meet her on the way to the bathroom, "There you are blondie I was wondering where you disappeared too."

Quinn returns Santana's easy smile, wondering how the woman always made her feel better by just being there. "Hey I was looking for Rachel since it's almost time for you to toss the bouquet and all that."

Santana smile faltered a little but Quinn already turned around and walks to the office. Quinn looked over her shoulder, "Are you guys coming or do you have to head back?"

Santana shrugs and followed behind her, "Lead the way princess."

Quinn smirked changed into a shy smile, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She opens the door, as if in slow motion the door swings open and she sees her wife on the desk with Finn between her legs. Quinn gasps, her knees buckle and she has to hold onto the door frame for support. She hears a loud growl fall from Santana's lips and muffled curse from Tina but both women try to hold her up.

The diva looks up startled to see her wife and best friend there at the open doorway with Santana. She pushes the oblivious dufus off of her, "Quinn!" She pulls down her dress, not bothering to look for her underwear, "Please, please baby it's not what…"

Quinn laughs in disbelief, "Not what it looks like? Please tell me, what the hell is it then because it looks like your fucking someone that not me! At my best friend's wedding with one of her husband's business partners," Quinn shouted, fighting the tears that were choking her.

Finn bends down pulling up his pants covering himself and huffs, "Save it because we're in love and if you can't understand that…"

Santana shouts, "You dumb son of a bitch!"

"How long?" Quinn yells over both of them wanting to slap that smug smile off his face. "Just tell me how long has this one been going on?" She sees Finn's confused expression and laughs coldly shaking off Tina's hand as she stalks closer, "What you actually thought you were the only person she's cheated on me with? Trust me there's been more before you and there'll be countless more after you."

Rachel swallows trying to think of a way out of this mess, "Quinn it's not what it looks like. I don't love him." Both women ignore the whines coming from Finn, "I love you. It's just business," she tries to explain.

"What the fuck?" Santana mutters pulling Quinn in her arms from behind.

"Yes I needed an agent and Santana won't do so I thought maybe," her voice fades away.

"Shut up, just shut up this doesn't make it any better Rachel. In fact it's worse," she pulls off her ring throwing it at Rachel's face. "I'm done with you and I done with this marriage." She looks at him sneering, "You can have her I'm done with her. I'm done with all of this." She walks out letting the tears fall. She runs to the nearest exit ignoring Rachel's pleas.

Santana in the meantime marches up to Finn and kicks him in the balls and punches his throat . she starts yelling at him, "Stay away from me and my business we're done with you."

Finn cups his balls gasping, "You can't do that Santana it's my company too and my friends so they won't let you."

"I just did," she turns to Rachel cocking her fist back but Tina stops her. She looks at the other girl questioningly, but the bride shakes her head slightly.

Rachel sighs relieved not wanting to get hit but cries out in surprised pain when Tina punches her breaks her nose. Tina yelps shaking her fist, "You have idea how long I wanted to that."

Santana smirks barely looking at the pained couple, "I'll have a check in your hands by Monday Finn to buy out your share of the company. I suggest you take it because I wouldn't want to be around when Puck and Mike get ahold of you." She turns to Tina, "Come on let's get you some ice slugger and try to find Quinn."

Quinn left her apartment that night and moved in with Sugar temporally before moving into her own place three weeks later. As much as she loves her friend she needed her own space to heal and cry and be angry. So she works, goes home feeling like a zombie trying to forget about her wife. Soon to be ex-wife.

Three months after the wedding Quinn still was broken up and did nothing but work and go home. It wasn't that she was trying to avoid her friends but it was still painful to see them and have them know what a fool she was for so long. She also felt a little guilty that Santana basically threw Finn out of the group.

'Ms. Fabray' a voice startles Quinn.

Frowning she puts aside her briefs, "Yes Missy?"

'There's a phone call for you on line one.'

"I thought I told you no interruptions," Quinn sighs frustrated she has court in the morning and she's not prepared nearly as well as she would like.

'Yes ma'am but a Mrs. Chang said that you would take her call.'

Quinn frowns, "Alright put her through but no further interruptions."

'Yes ma'am.'

Quinn takes off her glasses, rubbing away the slight burn in her eyes. She waits for the line to click over, "Tina what's up?"

A squealing Tina kills her eardrums, 'I'm pregnant! It must have happened during the honey moon.'

Quinn laughs, "Oh my god T! A baby! We'll throw a baby shower this weekend. Don't worry I'll take care of everything."

Tina squeals, 'I told Mikey last night and we called our parents this morning. Mike's telling San right now and she's probably going to tell Mercedes so she'll take care of the rest of the group.' Quinn laughs, 'But definitely yes to a baby shower this weekend or next week.'

Quinn tries to ignore the dull stab at her heart and just tries to concentrate on being happy for her friends. "Leave it up to me."

Tina sighs, hearing the sadness in Quinn's voice, 'Are you going to be okay Q?'

"Yeah T, it's been a long time," the blond tries to deny her pain.

'You don't have to lie to me Quinnie. Don't forget I know you.'

Quinn swallows, "I know you do but I swear I'm fine."

They talk for a while longer until Quinn tells her that she has to get back to her briefs. Quinn sitting back in her chair suddenly tired, thinking back to a part of her life that she hasn't thought about in years. Or rather something she never allows herself to think about only at certain times of the year.

The baby shower ended up being the following weekend and the friends gathered at the Chang's apartment drinking and laughing. Well not a baby shower, exactly it was just a gathering among friends. There were a few presents but not much since the newlyweds haven't been told the sex of their baby yet.

Santana stood by the wall and watched Quinn gets drunk and pretend everything was okay. Ever since the wedding the blonde has been ignoring her which hurt a lot. She never knew how much Quinn meant to her and much of her day revolved around Quinn until she wasn't in it daily. As much as she tried to contact her, Quinn's ninja like skills made Santana miss her more than half the time. She doesn't know why she's persona non grata right now but she figures that it has something to do with the wedding. She can tell something's wrong, I mean other than Quinn finally leaving her lying cheating bitch of a wife.

Santana frowns because right now Quinn is hanging all over Puck. She trusts her man whore of a friend not to take advantage of Quinn in her drunken state but that doesn't mean she has to like it. As the evening wore on Quinn got steadily drunker and drunk until it got to the point where Tina was trying to take away her keys and convince her to lay down.

Quinn drunken laughs booms throughout the room as she playfully holds her keys above her head out of Tina's reach. "I'm fine T, I swear. I just wanna go home and sleep in my bed," Quinn's words slurred.

Puck steps up tugging on his ear, "Nah beautiful I think you should go to the guest room and sleep it off."

Quinn narrows her eyes, "Oh so now you're worried about me." Her look incredulous, "What the hell happened to that concern when your friend," the word drips in distain, "was fucking my wife?" Quinn pushes past the crowd and stumbles to the closet looking for her coat, "I bet you were all just laughing away at stupid Quinn Fabray. I bet you all knew that tub of lard was screwing Rachel the whole time."

Mercedes tries to touch her shoulder but Quinn shakes the hand off, "I bet it was funny to you all. I think you even have bets on how pathetic you thought I was." She laughs bitterly, "So fuck you and you can shove your concern up your ass because the only people I trust my friends, Santana and Mike." Quinn shrugs on her coat losing her balance, "The rest of you can go to hell."

The friends stand shocked as the blonde walks unevenly out the door. Santana was the first one to snap out of her daze and run after Quinn. She shouts over her shoulders as she gathered her purse and coat, "Don't worry T I'll make sure she gets home all right." She slams the door closed behind her and runs to the elevator before the doors closed.

Mike hugs his wife talking softly in her ear, "It's going to be okay, she just needs time to heal. Rachel really messed her up and Finn was our friend so she's going to want to take it out on us."

Tina lays her head on Mike's shoulder, "Yeah I know but I wish I pushed her to leave that two timing slut bag back in high school."

Sam smiles at her tentatively, "It's not your fault it was Quinn's choice to stay after what happened in L.A. but the blames belongs to Rachel because she's the one that cheated."

Tina swallows, "I think this means that the parties over but thank you for coming and next time we get together it won't be so dramatic."

Sugar rolls her eyes pulling Brittany with her, "Honey with this dysfunctional family, it's always going to be dramatic." She winks at the couple, "But that's part of the fun, call me when you get the sex of the baby and then we can go shopping."

Mercedes follows tugging her husband, "Yeah girl we didn't take anything she said to heart so it's all good." She hugs the couple, "We have to go relieve the baby sitter anyways so like White Mama said call us so we can go shopping and all that shit."

Santana leans against the elevator wall slightly out of breath, scowling thinking that she has to get back to the gym and start working out again. Quinn was in the corner hugging her stomach, crying silently. Santana flinches at the pain clearly written across her face, "Quinn…"

The blonde looks up, her eyes watery and broken, "What's wrong with me San? How come Rachel couldn't love me the way I loved her?" She bites her lip, "Why did I let her break my heart over and over again?"

Santana sighs pulling the blonde into a tight hug, "There's nothing wrong with you Q, you're damn near perfect. It's her, she's the one with something broken inside and that's not your fault. You shouldn't have had to fix her."

Quinn's body shakes as she sobs, "I should've been able to though! I knew the whole time that she was unfaithful but I thought I could change her." Quinn struggles to breath, "I thought if I loved her hard enough that she would finally just stay with me. I spent so much of my life being in love with her that I don't know who I am without her."

The elevator doors open to their stop and Santana half carries out of the lobby. Santana is silent the whole time but fuming inside, she wishes that Tina did more than break her nose. "I'll help you figure out who you are Quinn. And maybe you'll see that she isn't worth your tears, that you're better off without her."

Quinn stumbles on the curb and Santana catches her, their faces are so that their lips are nearly touching. Santana fights everything inside of not to close that inch gap and get the kiss she's been dreaming about since that day in the kitchen.

"Come on Q, I'll take you home," she didn't recognize her own voice. "Where's your car blondie?"

Quinn sighs and leads Santana to her car, "It's this way, but wait what about your car?"

Santana shrugs, flashing a small grin, "I rode here with Blaine so I'll just take a cab back to mine after I get you settled in."

Quinn falls into her seat, struggling with her seat belt, "You always take care of me San. Why?"

The Latina reaches over and clicks the belt into its buckle, "Because you deserve to taken care of and I kinda like taking care of you." She kisses the blonde's cheek, "I think that I always will." She closes the door and walks around to the driver side.

The ride to Quinn's apartment was quiet, each girl lost in her own thoughts. Once they got to her building Santana had to swallow her laughter because Quinn was having a fight with the seatbelt and unfortunately the seatbelt was winning. The blonde gives a helpless look that melted her heart, so the Latina untangles her without a word.

Once they were inside and the door was closed the blonde pushes the Latina against the wall kissing her. Santana groans returning the kiss, her mind blank and fireworks go off in her head. She really shouldn't be doing this but the taste of the blonde's lips was intoxicating.

She tears her lips away, protesting weakly, "Quinn we couldn't…" Her eyes cross when Quinn presses her knee into her core. Santana whimpers, "Oh god."

Quinn chuckles attacking Santana's neck, leaving a wet trail of kissing along her jaw. A husky voice sends shivers down Santana's spine and flooded her panties, "Take me to bed, San."

Santana groans attaching their lips together while she lifts her up and carries her to bed. Quinn moans wrapping her long legs around the Latina's hips. Quinn buttons Santana's blouse holding her full breast in her hands, squeezing gently.

After a few stumbles Santana finds the right door to Quinn's room and lays her down gently crawling to the center of the bed. Quinn whimpers rocking her hips, pushing their centers together. Santana moans when the blonde's sneaky hand pulls up her skirt palming her throbbing core. And that's when Santana's brain unthawed, "Quinn wait, wait stop."

Quinn shakes her head, "No, no I want this I want you Santana."

A partly undressed Santana stops, lifting herself up, "No you don't at least not now."

Quinn grabs her by the neck pulling her down for another kiss, "Yes I do! I want this!"

Santana brushes a tear way with her thumb, "Then why are you crying?"

"Just give me this please," her voice watery. "I just want to feel something other than pain, please."

The Latina reaches back and unwinds her legs, "Not like this, not now. You deserve more than a quick fuck and I deserve more than being just a rebound."

Quinn turns to her side crying harder, "I just want someone to choose me. To love me." Her voice muffled and thick, "I just want to matter to someone."

Santana lies next to her pulling her tight against her chest, "You matter to me and god knows how much I want this. How much I want to be with you but I won't take advantage of you like that."

Quinn sniffs, "I was going to leave her even before I walked in on her and Finn. I know she was screwing around when she was at her premiere, probably with that same woman I caught her with before. I just didn't want to do anything to ruin the wedding."

Santana grinds her teeth wanting nothing more than to get her hands on the little bitch and beat some sense into her. Quinn sighs snuggling deeper, "And I heard what you said in the bathroom at the club." She feels Santana stiffen, "You were taking a long time and I wanted to make sure that you were all right so I went to check on you but the door was locked." Quinn blushes, "I thought you were hooking up so I was about to turn around and leave when I heard you start yelling at her."

Santana buries her face in Quinn's soft hair, "Is that why you've been avoiding me?"

"Partly but I've been avoiding everyone except for Tina mostly because she won't let me hide away. I'm not mad at you and I don't blame you for anything," Quinn sighs struggling to stay awake. "I was embarrassed and hurt…"

Santana listens as her breathing evens out and she knows Quinn fell asleep. Her body was tired and she wanted to drift off with Quinn but her mind was still going a mile a minute. Quinn heard want she said to Rachel, so she knows how much she wanted her. That left her feeling at a bit of a loss on whether or not she should be angry. Quinn basically tried to use her feeling against her tonight and that hurt a little. Okay it hurt a lot but she did understand the need Quinn had to feel wanted and she couldn't blame her because after years of being pushed aside by her wife Quinn needs some reassurance.

Her mind finally clicked off and her last conscious thought was that she was going to show Quinn how much she cares and she does get her in bed for real.

When she woke up the next morning after that near disaster still in Santana's arms, Quinn tried avoiding the Latina because she felt embarrassed by her melt down. But Santana pushed and weaseled her way into Quinn's daily life, although they had an unspoken agreement never to bring up what happened. So it didn't surprise her when six months later she when the Latina was the one that took her to the hospital when that call came in during their unscheduled meeting. She wasn't surprised that Santana was the one held her together when Tina went into a difficult labor. It brought up the things she trained herself to forget for almost nine years. So 12 hours later when Tina gives birth to a healthy baby girl named Lucy Maria Cohen-Chang, Santana was the one that held her when she cried happy relieved tears.

When they walked in the Chang's hospital room a tired Tina laid in bed dozing while a peaceful Mike stared into the basinet. Santana walked softly not wanting to disturb the new mother but when she looked at the tiny face she fell instantly in love.

Quinn fell with her cooing at the pink bundle and felt that peace that's been eluding her ever since she was sixteen. They both made a silent vow that nothing would happen to Lucy and they'll always be there to protect her and love her always. So when the proud parents asked the girls to be her god parents of course they say yes. Little did they know that a year later their entire world would shift and change and be broken leaving the two girls to pick up the pieces.

A/N: Ha I don't like Finn can't you tell?
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