Chapter 10

"Seriously guys, can you at least try and look like you want me here and less like your gonna screw each other's brains out the second I fall asleep" Quinn sighed

"Of course we want you here Quinn!" Brittany giggled, distracted. He face buried in Santana's neck

"Bitch, I can see your hand moving under that quilt! Hands where I can see them now!"

"We weren't doing anything bad Quinny." Brittany exclaimed, pulling her hands from under the quilt that was wrapped around her and Santana and going straight for another swig from her wine glass.

"Hmmm, of course not!" Quinn grumped "You too San, Hands where I can see them!"

Before Santana could respond Brittany abruptly stood, "I'm getting us more wine!"

"Britt, shit, NO!" Grasping for the quilt that had already been dragged away. Santana screwed her eyes closed in embarrassment.

"I fucking knew it, Jeeze guys, can't you keep it in your pants for one night!" Quinn Squealed averting her eyes and standing to leave the room.

"Do you still wanna see my hands, Quinn? Or can I grab my pants now?"

Quinn stomped out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom, more amused than mad. Whilst she was thrilled that her best friends still had a wonderful relationship, after 5 years she'd kinda hoped that the honeymoon phase was over. Their first term at university had been a blast. Booze, guys and no family to bug them. But she had to admit she was kind of lonely.

It was Christmas break and they had all piled back into Santana's parents house earlier that afternoon. Emilio and Maribel were due back tomorrow from their trip with Hank and Susan, which gave the girls their evening of freedom. She splashed some cool water on her face, her cheeks red and warm from the bottle of wine she'd consumed and headed back to the bedroom. Hearing glasses and the fridge being opened she diverted downstairs to see if Britt needed help carrying the bottles.

"Britt? You need a hand, babe?" she called into the dimly lit kitchen as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm not Britt, or your babe, but I could be if you played your cards right?" The light flicked on.

"Michael?" Quinn grimaced "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Aww Quinny, don't tell me you're not pleased to see me?" he drawled "Or are you playing for my sisters' team now as well?"

"What, no. Why are you here? Don't you have someone else to harass?"

"So Britt's not your babe then?" He bent down, searching the fridge. "She's still slumming it with Santana? Your loss huh?" he smirked "Those dorms must be fun for you? I bet you hear them huh? I used to all the time, shared a wall" The smirk was back "the noises Britt used to make, my god I could listen to those moans all day, knowing that I could do a better job than Santana. I'd be taking full advantage of sharing that bed tonight" He waggled his eyebrows. He put the bottle of vodka he'd pulled out the fridge on the work surface and turned to walk to Quinn. "Y'know I could do a better job than your boyfriend"

"I don't have a boyfriend" Quinn mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Hmmm" he chuckled "Well I could do a better job than your hand" his fingers moving a stray hair behind her ear.

"Quinn? San's pants are urmm back where they're supposed to be" She chuckled "You can come back up now, we promise there'll be no more full-frontal nudity…Unless like you want there to be" Brittany snorting at her own joke. Quinn could hear her take a hefty swig from whatever bottle she had.

"Now that sound like an offer you can't refuse" Michael winked, moving towards the door. "I best be off now" raising the bottle he'd swiped in salute and slinked out the back door.

Quinn's alcohol infused brain took a moment to catch up, she stood in shock for a moment.

"Hey Quinny," the distant voice growing louder as it moved down the stairs "there's a vodka lime up here with your name on it" A hand gently grabbed at her bicep and turned her around. "Quinn?" Santana asked, her hand moving up to her cheek "What's up?"

The car journey home from the grocery store was a quite one. Zoey had cried herself out and was asleep in her car seat clutching her new Scooby Doo DVD…bribery again Brittany, I thought with an eyeroll. Need to nip that in the bud before there's three to bribe. Parker had his nose in his new book, he was distracted though and kept pausing to glance at me.

"Mum, why did Aunt Quinn freak out?"

She didn't freak out, did she? Under the circumstances I think she kept her cool pretty well.

"What do you mean, Honey? Aunt Quinn was fine."

"She was weird…All I'm not letting you out of my sight. She knows your older that her right?" He said plainly.

"She missed us, she's been gone nearly 6 months working. I bet she was just anxious to spend some time with her favourite niece and nephew." I blagged. He sat in thought for a moment or two. "Maybe you should tell her to ease up on the not letting us out of her sight thing, she sounded creepy." He said matter of factly. "You think she brought us presents from France?" he looked up at me, hopeful.

"Well when I tell her you called her creepy, I'm not sure she's gonna give them to you" I chuckled, trying to change the subject.

"But I'm her favourite Nephew?"

"Read your book, Parker" I roll my eyes.

When I pull up to the house, I see San pottering about the front garden, not gonna lie, she looks so hot in her fitted dungarees and lacy bra showing, but the woman has never gardened in her life. I take off my seatbelt and free a slumbering Zoey from her restraints.

"Babe?" I call as I walk up the path "Not that I don't appreciate this look" I hook a finger into the front of her dungarees and pull her toward me for a brief kiss "But what are you doing?"

"I was just…I thought." She let out a big sigh "I don't like the idea of you at home this weekend while I'm working nights. I thought if I moved the big rustly plants near the path then you'd hear if someone was on the front lawn from the bedroom" She takes Zoey from my arms and kisses her forehead.

"I've managed to swap some of my patients with Julie so I'll be able to pop home to check on you guys if you want." She explains with a small smile.

"Love, I don't want this to completely consume our lives. I get that we have to be cautious, but I want the kids to have a bit of normalcy." I sigh and lean my head on her shoulder, pressing a small kiss to the crook of her neck "Speaking of which, Quinn's home!"

"No Shit!" She exclaims.

"SWEAR JAR!" Parker yells from his seat on our front steps.

"Dude, inside voice. Jeeze!"

"But we're outside." he deadpans. I snigger at his response "Also that's two for the swear jar" Smiling at her as if butter wouldn't melt.

"In!" she claps at him as we walk toward the front door. Parker springing up and diving through the door just in case she decides to give chase "I'm fucking dreading his teenage years." She mumbles at me.

I kiss her cheek "That's 3 for the swear jar, babe"

San takes Zoey upstairs to nap in her own room whilst I start some coffee.

"Why does she have yet another Scooby Doo DVD babe?" Santana grumbles as she comes into the kitchen. I turn to face her, leaning against the counter whilst the machine does its thing. I sigh, "I snapped at her and made her cry"

"Oh, what happened?" she asks "Was she misbehaving? Britt we can't keep giving into her cos she's cute and pouts" She smirks at me.

"No, it was nothing like that. I was tired and pissy and she was wailing in the trolley because she was tired and pissy as well. Then we ran into Quinn, who also didn't give her the immediate attention she wanted and I snapped. I apologised to her but 3 year olds don't hear that Mama's sorry, they see that Mama's sorry in the shape of a Scooby Doo DVD."

"Baby, I'm sorry. Do you want to take a nap before I go to work? I can keep everyone entertained?" wrapping her arms around my waist instinctively.

"No its fine, Quinn's having the kids to stay for the weekend, I mean also me, but she's having the kids while I take advantage of her hot tub. I'll get an early night there. I kiss her nose. "But…I do want a photo of this outfit for personal use while you're unavailable for sexytimes.