Perfect Day

Glee Reunion

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"Up! Up Mami!" Joey whined, lifting his arms up, lips pouted and one fist around a lollipop.

Santana shook her head, unable to deny him. She handed the gift bag over to Quinn as she lifted the toddler onto her shoulders, which was apparently his favorite place to sit even though they had a stroller.

"Yay," he cheered, smiling down proudly at his other mother who was giggling at them.

"It's not funny babe," Santana grumbled. She had just gotten her hair done the day before and it was sure to be a mess by the time they got home in the evening.

"Aw I'm so sorry my big baby," Quinn teased, leaning in to kiss her wife's cheek.

The little family was taking a short walk over to Kurt and Blaine's baby shower at the St. Jameses as Rachel didn't want to leave the house as being pregnant with twins took a lot out of her. They only lived a couple blocks down from the Lopezes, so Quinn insisted that they walked there instead of driving.

It was a beautiful spring day and Joey was being extra fussy about being strapped in so it worked out better. Plus, ever since Quinn had started working from home more than 10 weeks ago, Santana was extra cautious of going out during the first trimester.

Santana held Joey steady with one hand while the other one slung around Quinn's shoulders, pulling her closer as they walked. "I know how you can make it up to me," she said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Quinn rolled her eyes. "Our son can hear you."

Santana glanced up at their son who was bouncing and humming happily licking his lollipop. "He's two, he won't know shit."

"Shit, shit, shit," Joey echoed.

Quinn gasped. "Look at what you did! I'm withholding sex tonight."

"Sex, sex, sex,"

Quinn put a hand over her mouth as Santana laughed. Joey was 27 months now and soaking up new vocabulary like a sponge.

"With your hormones, I doubt you'll actually do it."

"You'll see," Quinn huffed.

They approached the residence and Santana reached up to let Joey down. But before he could run off, Quinn crouched down slightly to explain to him that 'shit' and 'sex' were bad words. Santana chuckled, she didn't really expect anything less when she married a Yale graduate and a NY Times best selling author.

"Hey! Look who it is," Mike smiled with his one-year-old, Ally, on his hip.

"Boy Chang and baby girl Chang," Santana greeted, giving him a hug.

Quinn cooed at the adorable Asian baby before doing the same. "How are you Mike? Where is everyone?"

Mike grinned as Joey hugged his legs, imitating his parents' action. "We're doing great. Everyone else is in the backyard. This little monster needed a diaper change and I needed a breath of fresh air," he replied, rubbing his daughter's belly before setting her down.

"Hi Ally," Joey beamed.

"JoJo," Ally giggled.

The three adults made their way toward the backyard, keeping a watchful eye on their children who ran ahead of them. Joey's lollipop was long forgotten.

It's not long before they're met with a group of familiar faces. Santana immediately went to scold Sam and Jesse who were at the BBQ grill, but neither really looked like they knew what they were doing. She didn't need her pregnant wife and son to be eating undercooked crap.

Tina was playing photographer for Rachel and the dads-to-be on and the rest of the glee clubbers, Artie, Mercedes, Marley, and Jake were sitting around the porch. There were a few other people like Rachel and Jesse's Broadway friends, Mercedes' boyfriend, Artie's girlfriend, and Hummel-Anderson's friends and family.

Santana wanted to chuckle at how domestic and grown up this all looked. It seemed as if it were only yesterday she and Quinn had a slap-fest across the piano in the choir room and subsequently hooked up at Mr. Schuester's failed wedding.

Since then, they had started a long distance relationship between New Haven and New York. A few years later, Quinn had finished her studies, and Santana's career took off after singing backup for Mercedes. Their relationship wasn't easy by any means. Their strong personalities often clashed, but it wasn't spiteful like it was in high school. Throughout the years, distance, miscommunication, and arguments, it was all out of love and complete adoration for one another.

Now in their late twenties, they settled down in a gated community 30 mins north of Manhattan with their beautiful family.

It was worth it. Everything was worth it.

"Quinn!" Rachel squealed, pulling the woman into a tight hug, her large bump nestled against Quinn's still flat stomach.

"Hi guys! Rach, how are you feeling?" she smiled at the ever energetic Broadway star.

"She's been a doll," Kurt said sarcastically as he took the gift bag from Quinn.

"Hey! I heard that!"

"God, don't anger it," Blaine joked.

Tina and Quinn laughed. Having been pregnant before, they were both fully aware of the mood swings.

Rachel growled at them. Why did she ever agree to be their surrogate? And as fate would have it, the Hummel-Andersons were blessed with twins which only meant double the pregnancy struggles for her.

As if on cue, Jesse came over to his wife to comfort her and the group stood around talking for a while longer before Rachel announced that she needed to sit down. Mercedes placed herself next Quinn and Tina as Kurt and Blaine gathered everyone's attention.

"How are you feeling Q?" Mercedes whispered, placing a hand on Quinn's thigh.

Quinn smiled, it was a perfect day with her family and best friends celebrating a joyous occasion. "Really good Cedes."

They continued chatting quietly until the dads-to-be raised a toast and they all drank to it. For Quinn, it was carbonated water of course. Tina noticed, shooting a knowing look and Quinn just shrugged innocently.

The baby shower in full swing now, everyone was mingling; Mercedes had gone back to her boyfriend, Tina was blowing bubbles with Ally and Joey near the shed, and Santana returned to Quinn with a plate of food, bacon skewers particularly.

Quinn breathed in the scent of her favorite food before diving in. If she thought she loved bacon before, it was like falling in love with it all over again when she was pregnant. Santana gently wiped the corner of her wife's mouth, telling her to slow down. Quinn reluctantly complied knowing it wouldn't help with the morning/evening sickness.

Santana kissed her cheek sweetly before getting up to get them some fruits to wash down the greasy BBQ food.

Quinn sighed happily as Joey came running toward her with a grin. She hugged him close while he excitedly blew bubbles in front of her.

This.

Every single event in her life led to this beautiful warm feeling in her chest.

Quinn would have done it all again for this.

She looked over at her wife who was grimacing at another one of Sam's impressions.

When Quinn said yes to Santana all those years ago, she didn't know what their future would hold. Putting aside logic and their history, she took a risk and handed her heart over to the one person that could've broken it.

And she's so glad she did.

Because she would go back and do it again without a doubt if it meant she could experience this.

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