A/N: I have nothing for this story any more, all my ideas revolve around either Pezberry, Quitt, or BrittBerry. I'm sorry you all didn't like the last chapter but yes it was a twist, in most of the best books there are twists that you don't like or don't understand or want to know more about. Well there was a reason for last chapter so I hope you all at least read this chapter bc this is it, this is the last chapter for this story. I might make a sequal I might not, it depends but for now, I end this little piece here.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one in here except Alex, Stella, Emilia, Kandy and any other character I end up making up in here.
Santana shot from her spot on the bed in such a speed, it woke the person next to her.
"San, what is it?" her spouse asked sleeply, placing a soft hand on her bare arm. The latina woman shook her head, her breathing heavy.
"I just had the weirdest dream, and I'm not sure where the hell it came from,"
The woman next to her sat up fully and gave her partner a confused look, "What are you talking about San?"
"I dreamt about the time when we had just finished high school and you came home for thanksgiving from Miami Art college-"
"Baby, I went to Yale, remember,"
"I know, but in my dream you were the top photographer in MIUAD and when you took your trip home you met Alex on your flight,"
The latina's spouse gave her a more confused look, "We both met Alex at the same time when we visited Lima that Christmas,"
Santana sighed, "I know Quinn, would you please just listen?"
Said woman nodded and stared at her partner.
"Any ways, My dream pretty much was based around when You and I got together, after I told you about Brittany when you came home and how we hung out, so pretty much that was the same,"
Quinn nodded, stifling a yawn.
"But it got weirder more around the time of Christmas," Santana continued, "Like, you know your old roommate Stella?"
Quinn smiled, "Of course, Stella was like the sister I always wanted,"
"Yeah well Kandy shot her in my dream,"
Quinn gasped, "What?"
"I told you, but that's not all, Stella and Emilia got engaged in the hospital Stella was in for recovery,"
Quinn opened her mouth, "I know, I know, they got engaged at time square on New Years eve," Santana hurried to say before Quinn could reply.
"But that's not it, I beat the fuck out of Finn in my dream,"
"You did that in real life as well sweetheart, the day we went to visit Rachel and found the ass hole trying to rape her again,"
"Yes, but the reason I said that was because the most shocking and weird part of all involves Rachel," Santana was grinning like the Cheshire cat at this point and it was really scaring Quinn.
"Remember that storm we got caught up in right before Christmas day?"
Quinn nodded.
"Well, here comes the shocker," Santana paused for dramatic effect.
"You and I asked Rachel to date the both of us,"
Silence. That's all that was heard in the room the two shared for over four years now, was silence.
"This was in your dream you just had?"
Santana was still grinning as she nodded her head.
"Wow." breathed Quinn, her hand going through her long blonde hair as she processed the information.
"I know, it was crazy, everything was just-"
"Mixed up and weird?" asked Quinn.
"Exactly, I mean yeah, shortie is sexy and all, but I love her as a sister, nothing else,"
The two laid back down, Quinn snuggling into her side.
"You can't deny that you had a crush on her in high school," the blonde of the two stated.
Santana sighed, "Well yeah, but you two had the worst sexual tension it was a wonder how you two didn't end up together,"
"Because I had you in my sights since eight grade,"
Santana just gave a tired smile, earning a sweet kiss. The two grew quiet, just listening to the slow breathing, soft breeze outside, and heart beats.
"Your mom dated Alex's late father, right?"
"Hmmhm, a year before he met Alex's mother and my mom met my father,"
Santana hmphed in thought.
"In my dream, Alex's mother died from breast cancer,"
"Well she almost did but she pulled through in the end and her father died of a heart attack," Quinn explained.
The older latina nodded, rubbing Quinn's side softly.
"Sleep baby, Jayvano will be up in the next four hours," Quinn yawned.
"Jayvano Gregory Lopez, your room better be clean before everyone gets here or I will take back every bit of your presents I and Santa Claus got you," Santana scolded from the bottom of the stairs.
"Okay mama," the five year old little boy huffed. Santana waited for him to open his door before she made her way into the kitchen to grab something to drink.
"Dear lord, please help me get through tonight," she muttered into her wine glass right before taking a drink.
"Drinking already?"
The latina turned her head and spotted her pain in the ass yet amazing best friend.
"Alex, you're here," she smiled, setting the glass down and hugging the older woman.
"Well I did get invited didn't I," she chuckled, returning the hug.
"Thank god you're here, will you please go tend to your god son, he's being a terror," the latina finally said.
Alex smirked and grabbed Santana's glass, draining the last of the wine, "Whore!"
She ran up the stairs, laughing her ass off.
After everyone arrived, the gift giving and drinking began.
"Mama Judy, don't's I get's a present too?" Santana had tears in the corner of her eyes.
The older Fabray shot her daughter a confused look.
"She's a crying drunk," was her simple response, handing her wife of five years a glass of water.
Santana burst in tears, her head pressing into Alex's shoulder, "I jus' want's a present,"
Rachel looked from her fiance, Brody, handing the latina a small gift.
She took it, pushing off Alex in an attempt to sit up only to fall over onto Alex's shoulder again, not even bothering to get back up as she opened the box and pulled out a set of gold hoops.
"They best be real gold,"
"Santana!" Judy scolded, tossing one of the left over dinner rolls she made at her head. The latina turned to the eldest woman, lower lip trembling before she turned to bawl into Alex's shoulder.
"Uh, Quinn...?" she asked, she didn't mind being someone's shoulder to cry on but this was ridiculous.
"Just let her cry it out," the younger blonde woman sighed, taking a drink of her wine.
After Rachel and Brody left, Alex helped Quinn put Jayvano to bed.
"Thank you Alex," she smiled.
"Not a problem Q, just get in there and tend to drunky Mc slur and I'll see you in the morning,"
"You're a whore Alex!" Santana shouted from her bed.
"I love you too San,"
Quinn just giggled, waiting for Alex to retreat back into the guest room they had before shutting her bedroom door and tending to her drunk crying wife.
A/N2: It is done. The ending sucked cause i'm kinda tired and fighting with a certain someone but I wanted to finish this. I might do a sequal i'm not entirely sure. But for those who loved this and kept with it, thank you. I now bid you all a do.
AR~