A/N: Hey everyone. Here's the epilogue and I want to warn everyone that there is SMUT in this chapter. Haven't written that in a while so I apologize if it sucks. I feel weird posting this, because it feels like I'm closing a chapter in my life with this story lol anyway, can't thank you guys enough for reading and reviewing, especially my day ones, you know who you are. Take care.
Santana's P.O.V.
I don't think I want to ever host another holiday at my house...EVER in my life. SO many people have come and gone and it took me 3 days...3 days! To make dinner that these ungrateful bastards didn't even savor before demolishing.
"It's Christmas. Why are you standing here, glaring at everyone?" Rachel asks me. I'm currently leaning against the refrigerator with a glass of wine, watching everyone frolic and play in my damn living and dinning room.
"I understand that this is the most wonderful time for you and your elf kind but for humans, sometimes we get tired of all of this holiday shit and being around other humans." Rachel rolls her eyes at me then leans against the counter next to me.
"Why are you so grumpy today? You should be happy." She says and I sigh. I'm upset but I don't want to tell her why...it's stupid.
"Just...not feeling the spirit today." I take a sip of wine and Rachel moves in front of me.
"I know you're lying to me Santana. Come on, drop the act for once. I know you love me." She says then giggles. Great, she's tipsy. I sigh and rub my temples.
"If I tell you, will you leave me alone?" I say and her face lights up as she nods.
"I'm upset...because Aiden decided to go skiing with his girlfriend instead of coming home this year, okay! You happy?!" I huff then drain the rest of my glass. Rachel smiles at me then takes my free hand in hers.
"I am happy but I'm not ecstatic because you're still sad. So we're going to make you happy! Come on!" Rachel pulls my arm but I resist until she turns to look back at me.
"I need another drink first." I say then grab the entire wine bottle I was previously drinking from. Rachel shakes her head but doesn't say anything to me as she pulls me into the living room. Ugh...right now the only people in the living room are my parents, Quinn, Brittany and Mike. I think everyone who isn't in the dinning room is in the basement. Rachel sits me in the recliner and I sigh as I tune out the conversation around me.
Aiden now plays for Seattle Seahawks, because of course he made it to the NFL. Got drafted in his first yeah at NYU. He has been with them for the last 3 years and is starting QB. Honestly, I always knew the kid was going somewhere. Since he loves his dear parents so much, he bought us a much bigger house and some cars after he got his signing bonus. I kept the car but Quinn gave hers back. We rent out the house though because we like the house we have now and I hate moving. When he got drafted, first pick obviously but besides the point, he signed that jersey I framed for him when he was in high school. I gave it to him last year on his birthday as a reminder of where he came from. Got to keep him humble right? After he made some dumb purchases, Quinn and I invested some money for him and ourselves, got lucky and we were able to retire this year. Aiden really wanted us to move to Washington so we could be closer to him but we didn't want to uproot the kids.
So now he lives across the country and we only really see him on the holidays because he's so busy with practice, endorsements, appearances and just trying to live his life. This is the first year he hasn't come for Thanksgiving or Christmas and...I'm pissed. He's just another ungrateful bastard...the least he could do, the least! is bring his ass back to see us. Phone calls are okay. Facetime is okay but god damn it! I want to see my son in person! He didn't even come for his birthday and we couldn't make it out there to see him.
"Santana!" I hear Quinn call and I look over to her.
"Yeah?"
"Can you get the pictures from when we went to Tahiti so I can show your parents?" She says and I give her a fake smile as I stand.
"Sure." Those are in the basement. Ugh...I walk past the living room and glance into the dining room where Brandon, Sierra, Jordan, The Chang twins...I can't remember who is who so they're one person now, Tina and Puck are all playing some board game. Jordan is 16 now and Sierra is 13...I'm really hoping they're not difficult teens, so far so good with Jordan. Sierra on the other hand, has a mouth like mine and I regret everything I put my parents through. Tatum is just an amazing ball of energy. All night she's been bouncing from room to room with Chelsea, her partner in crime.
I walk downstairs and see even more people that I wish would go home, enjoying themselves in my house. I go to the shelf with our photo album and grab the pictures, because Quinn apparently can't get on board with digital copies. As I go up a few stairs, I hear a lot more noise than what I was hearing before I came down here. When I get upstairs, I see everyone in the kitchen now...well mostly everyone. My kitchen isn't big enough for this so some overflow into the living room. I go get my bottle of wine from where I left it by the recliner. Why is Santa in my house? I sit in the recliner and look at them. There's a guy dressed as Santa with a big red bag over his shoulder and one on the floor, standing in my kitchen near the door. Ho ho hoing his way onto my shit list. I take a swig of my wine as I continue to watch on.
"Merry Christmas, Santa has gifts for everyone!" He says and I roll my eyes. Quinn didn't tell me we were doing this, this year. The two very small ones are amazed as he goes into his bag and hands them some gifts. Great, the noise grabbed the attention of everyone from downstairs and now they're coming to join.
Santa hands out gifts to everyone and one by one, mostly everyone leaves the kitchen. I finish off my bottle and head to the kitchen. Only Quinn and Santa are in there now. I walk to the trash can and Santa ho ho ho's again.
"We get it dude, you're Santa." I roll my eyes as I find another bottle of wine.
"Someone doesn't seem to be happy to see Santa." He says in his fake deep Santa voice. I roll my eyes as I sit the bottle of wine on the island and uncork it.
"Don't mind her Santa, she's upset she didn't get the one gift she wanted this year." Quinn says with a smirk. I give her the middle finger as I find a wine glass then sit it on the island too.
"Oh! Santa has a gift for all the good little boys and girls!" He says then grabs his fake belly and laughs. I roll my eyes and pour myself another glass.
"Well keep looking Santa. Nothing good about me." I take a sip and he walks towards me.
"Nonsense! Let's see what we have here..." He says then reaches down into his bag after sitting it on the floor. He stands back up and hands me a pretty large bottle of Jack Daniels. Hm...maybe Santa isn't all that bad. I take the bottle since he's holding it out to me and sit it on the island.
"You're slowly making your way off my shit list Santa." I say and he chuckles.
"That's not all." I quirk an eyebrow at him and he pulls down his beard.
Quinn's P.O.V.
I never would have thought Santana was strong enough to push a 6'3 230 pound 21 year old almost clear across my kitchen. Aiden and I laugh as she attacks him with playful shoves and punches.
"You son of a bitch!" She says as she practically jumps into his arms to hug him. They embrace for a while and Santana pulls away with one of the biggest grins I've ever seen on her face.
Santana was devastated when Aiden didn't come for his birthday or Thanksgiving and I couldn't stand seeing her like that. Aiden noticed it too so he promised me he'd be back for Christmas. I didn't tell Santana because I figured she could stand to get a happy surprise.
"I'm pretty sure he already knows that he's the son of a bitch." I tell her and she glares at me.
"You knew!" She says and I laugh and nod my head as I move to hug Aiden myself.
"It was her idea." He says and it earns him a backhanded swat to the chest.
"I didn't fly for 6 hours just to be abused." He says with a laugh.
"You're lucky I love you or I'd kick you out. Take off that outfit and have a drink with me." Santana says to Aiden.
"Be right back." He says then heads towards his old room. I walk over to Santana, who has barely stopped smiling.
"Why didn't you me?" She asks as she leans against the island.
"I wanted to surprise you." I tell her as I pick up her wine glass and take a sip.
"I hate surprises." She says.
"Really? Because you seem really happy for that one." I smirk and take another sip of wine.
Santana has been having a hard time getting to use to not having Aiden around. They talk of course but I think she really misses just being able to come home and see him. It was hard for me too but I got past it after the first year...I think that overbearing thing may be genetic. Santana hadn't admitted that she missed Aiden as much as she did until we missed his 21st birthday this year. That entire day she was pretty snappy and when she finally evened out, she just went to sleep after saying how much that day sucked.
"How long is he staying?" She asks and I shrug.
"I have about 3 days before I have to go back to practice so, I'll be here." Aiden says as he walks back into the kitchen. Aiden has a pretty short beard now but kept growing his hair out, which is pulled back into a ponytail right now.
"Where's Christina?" Santana asks him as she goes to the cabinet and grabs a glass.
"Over her grandmothers. She'll be coming by later though." Santana comes to the island with two glasses and opens the bottle of Jack Daniels.
Aiden and Christina got back together right before Aiden was drafted. They dated other people for a while but somehow found each other again. Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Christina still lives here but after she graduates from NYU as a physicians assistant, she's moving out there with him. She goes to visit him a lot, at least once a week. I have no idea how she hasn't failed out of college with as often as she's out there.
Aiden, Santana and I talk for a while in the kitchen until he finally makes his way around the house to see everyone. Christina did come eventually and as the night starts to calm down, a lot of other people leave. Santana's entire mood changed after Aiden got here, but it also might be due to all the whiskey she drank. Right now, she's in the living room dancing with her mother and Tatum to some cheesy Christmas song she would normally be insulting.
Life has definitely changed a lot in the last 5 years...but only for the better. Santana and I did finally renew our vows but it wasn't until last year on our 15th anniversary. Retiring in your 40's is pretty fun but I never thought it would happen for me. Jordan has really grown up in the last 5 years. Right now, he's working and trying to figure out what he wants to with the rest of his life. I think he's leaning towards social work but it's still up in the air. His boyfriend, Riley was here not too long ago but left. I won't say I dislike the kid but...you can kind of just tell he's from a more privileged family. Santana describes him as a pompous, arrogant asshole. I don't disagree but Jordan seems happy so we keep our comments to ourselves.
Sierra and Santana go back and forth all the time. It's either jokes or arguments but it's constant. Sierra is a free spirit but she's 13 so I expect her to be more willing to try things she hasn't before. We just lost the battle of letting her dye her hair but at least she didn't ask for a nose ring. Tatum is probably the least stressing child and that says a lot since she's 5. Still, I'd take all the ups and downs that come with raising kids than be in the spot we were in years ago. That whole year Lindsey came into our lives is still one of the worst years we've had. After she died, Aiden rarely brought her up. Around 18, he told us that he wondered if she killed herself because of him but he didn't harbor on it. As he got older, it didn't seem like the Lindsey situation bothered him too much. Aiden kept seeing his counselor for a full year then they both felt that he was doing fine on his own.
It's almost one in the morning now and everyone who came to visit is gone besides Aiden. Tatum is asleep and Sierra and Jordan are off in their rooms doing whatever. Santana and Aiden are sitting on the couch watching some movie and I just came from the bedroom, fully clothed to leave the house.
"Where are you going?" Santana says once I come into her view. Her hair is up in a messy bun and she has on pajama pants and a black tank top.
"It's where are we going. Go put on some clothes." I tell her and she shakes her head.
"First of all, it's cold. Secondly, it's Christmas and 1 in the morning. Thirdly, what could possibly be open right now?" She asks.
"Get up and I'll tell you. It involves alcohol." I tell her and she quirks an eyebrow.
"You should have started with that." She stands then walks to the bedroom.
"Can I come?" Aiden asks.
"Maybe we'll go tomorrow. I want a little alone time." I tell him and he nods his head.
"Be safe and call when you're on your way home." He says and I chuckle a little.
"I thought I was the parent?" He smirks at me then turns his attention back towards the TV. Santana comes back from the bedroom then goes to the closet to get her coat.
"Ready." She says as she walks towards the front door to put on her shoes. We walk outside and Santana gets into the passenger side of her truck. I drive for 30 minutes and we reach our destination. Santana looks at the building through the window then looks at me.
"You dragged me out in the cold for ice cream? You're not pregnant right? Because I'm giving up my parental rights right now." She says and I laugh as I cut the truck off.
"Just get out." I open the door and hear Santana do the same as I get out and close my door. I lock the doors then walk around the truck so that I can grab Santana's hand. She intertwines our fingers as we walk through the doors of the ice cream bar.
"I don't see any booze Quinn." She says and I roll my eyes.
"Read the menu." I tell her. This isn't just an ice cream parlor. They open at 10pm and close at 4am no matter what. I've been wanting to try it for weeks. They have hard liquor and beer infused flavors or they'll make a shake for you with a shot or however many you want of whatever alcohol you want. They also have sorbets and a normal bar.
"When did this get here?" Santana says as she continues reading the menu. I wrap my arm around her waist then lie my head on her shoulder.
"Not sure but I found it last week. Thought you would love it." I tell her and she nods her head.
"I'm definitely not hating it." Santana and I look at the menu for a little more before ordering. Santana got a Passionfruit sorbet infused with Rum and ordered a shot of Rum with it. I ordered a Strawberry milkshake with 2 shots of vodka and once our orders were done, we sat at a table in the corner of the room. Santana takes a bite of her sorbet and moans in pleasure.
"Oh my god. How can you make Rum taste this good?" She says and I chuckle.
"No idea but this is my new late night spot after the kids are asleep." I tell her after I take a sip of my milkshake.
"Or at any other point in the day. We've got 4 kids, we deserve a drink." Santana puts her spoon down then to drink her shot. Santana grimaces slightly as she swallows.
"I'm getting soft. That use to be a walk in the park." She says and I chuckle.
"Is this an admission of old age?" I arch my eyebrow at her with a smirk and she glares at me.
"You wish. Just saying I don't drink Rum as much anymore."
"Right." I say unconvinced. We're sitting in a booth, across from each other. There's only maybe 4 other people here tonight but I'm not surprised with it being Christmas day. Santana stands then comes to sit next to me.
"We could've stayed home and drunk. Why did you want to come out here?" She asks and I shrug.
"Just wanted to spend time with you outside the house."
"Like a date?" She asks with furrowed eyebrows.
"Something like that." I smirk and she wraps her arm around my shoulders then pulls me against her before pressing her lips against mine. I rest my hand on her chest as we kiss chastely then I reluctantly pull away.
"I love you." I say to her and she offers me a genuine smile in return.
"I love you too." Santana then sits up and grabs her ice cream.
Santana and I sit for another 20 minutes after finishing, just enjoying each others company. We finally go decide to leave and we head back to the truck. I notice there aren't very many cars in the parking lot and it's only...2:15 meaning the employees shouldn't be leaving for a while...
"Open the door." Santana says after pulling on the passenger side door. I unlock the car but I send a wink Santana's way and climb into the backseat.
Santana's P.O.V
I won't ask any questions but I think I'm going to like where this is heading. I get into the backseat with Quinn and she gives me a sly smirk. What is she planning? I shut the door and Quinn reaches over into the front seat and turns the car on.
"Take off your shirt." Quinn says and I don't question her. Quinn pushes the two front seats forward while I take off my coat and then my shirt. Quinn looks at me with hungry eyes and bites her bottom lip with desire as she takes her off her jacket.
"I've been wanting you so bad today." She says as she straddles my hips.
"Ulterior motive to this date?" I say and she chuckles as my hands settle on her hips.
"More like a Santana motive." Now it's my turn to laugh.
Quinn leans against me and slides her hands up my back then presses her lips against the inside of my neck. My hands slide down to her butt as she gently sucks on my neck and unclasps my bar. The straps slide off my shoulders and Quinn slides it out from between us. I trail my hands up her back and quickly unclasps hers as well. Quinn shifts so I can disregard it along with her shirt and moans once she feels skin to skin contact. I pull her into a passionate kiss and snake my hands between us to find her breasts and gently knead them in my palm. Quinn puts her hands in my hair. I lean forward enough that Quinn leans back and I kiss down her chest until I find myself at her nipple.
"Mmm..." She moans and grinds down into me. Quinn's hands find my breasts and I unbutton her pants. I slide my hand down her panties and revel in the wetness I find there. I rub my fingers over her soft bud or nerves and her moans grow louder.
"San...I want you now." She moans softly. Quinn takes my hand out of her pants then puts my index finger in her mouth, causing me to moan. Quinn pulls away with a smile when she's done and I pull her into another kiss. This one is harder and deeper than the last but doesn't last as long. Quinn moves from on top of me and starts to get rid of her pants. I follow her lead and toss my pants and underwear somewhere. Quinn straddles me once more then slowly slides me inside her.
"Fuck..." I hiss. God, she feels so good. Quinn slowly starts to roll her hips and I caress her sides as I rest my head on the head rest behind me. I lift my hips into her and she moans out again, then slowly moves her body in an up and down motion. I reach my hand down and rub her clit with the pad of my thumb and Quinn moves her hips harder. My toes curl from the sheer pleasure of feeling her muscles squeezing around me.
"Quinn..." I moan out. I grab her inner thighs to stop her. She looks at me confused and I smirk at her.
"My turn." is all I say and I maneuver us so that Quinn is on her back and I'm on top now. Quinn smiles at me as I roll my hips, sliding back and forth into her. Quinn's hands find their way to butt and she pushes me into her, so pick up my pace.
"Oh god!" Quinn moans as I thrust harder into her. I lean backwards slightly to put my hand on Quinn's neck, which earns me another little moan when I squeeze lightly.
"Mmm...Q I'm gonna cum." I tell her as she bends her knee, to allow me deeper inside her. I'm going to last much longer.
"Me too baby. I'm so close." I press my hand against the window to stabilize myself and use my other hand to rub circles on her clit.
"Ah, San..." Quinn's muscles spasm around me and I lose myself in her. We both moan as we're thrown into our orgasms and after coming down, I slowly slide out of Quinn and she moves her legs so that I can sit on the seat.
"Wow...been a long time since we've done that." I say and Quinn nods.
"Normally there's kids around so it can't be as often as before." She says. I close my eyes and nod my head. Quinn and I sit in a comfortable silence...until there's a soft knock on the driver window. My eyes shoot open and Quinn looks at me wide eyed. We don't say anything but Quinn tries to cover her body with her hands and slides down in the seat. I look around the truck for any clothes and notice Quinn's shirt on the center console so I carefully move to grab it so that I can cover some of my body. Luckily the windows are foggy so I don't think we can be seen as clearly.
"Hey...uh, the cops patrol around here so...you might want to get out of here soon." A young woman says. We don't respond but I can see the silhouette still outside the window.
"Have a nice night Quinn and San." The girl says before walking away. After she leaves, I look at Quinn and we laugh together.
"Oh my god!" She says as she sits up.
"We better get the fuck out of here. Not trying to add sex offender to my list of offenses." I tell her as I put my pants on. Quinn laughs as I toss her shirt to her and she puts it on.
"Do you see my bra anywhere?" She asks as I put my shirt on.
"No, we'll look when we get home." I say then climb into the drivers seat. Quinn gets out and walks around to the passenger side. After she gets in, I find her bra. I point to it and Quinn grabs it off the dashboard.
"Let's get the hell out of here." I say as I pull out of the parking lot.
I guess this Christmas could have been worse.