Love and Dreams-Faberry

Chapter Seventeen

Santana shuffled into the kitchen the next morning and found Quinn standing at the stove making pancakes.

"Those smell amazing," Santana greeted quietly.

Quinn grinned. "Thanks. Are you hungry?"

Santana shrugged a shoulder as she dug through her purse. "I feel like hell. That's about the extent that my brain can process this morning."

Quinn slid a few pancakes onto a plate and set them on the counter with a glass of orange juice. "Eat a few bites and see if you can hold it down."

Santana located the pill bottle she'd been searching for and popped a vicodin, swallowing it down with some orange juice. "Thanks."

"How are you feeling otherwise?"

Santana shook her head and lowered herself into a chair at the table gingerly. "Like I got hit by a truck." She took a few bites of her breakfast, her eyes closing in delight as she chewed. "Mmm, if Berry doesn't make you her wife soon I may beat her to the punch. These are so good."

"I think a certain blonde might have something to say about that," Quinn told her with a wink. She moved around the counter, cupping Santana's chin gently and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Brittany suddenly made an appearance, making her way to stand behind Santana, dropping her hands to the brunette's shoulders and leaning over to drop a few light kisses to her temple. "Morning."

"Hey, B," Santana greeted with a tired, but glowing smile.

"Morning, B." Quinn grinned and ran a hand down Santana's arm, moving back to the stove to get the other blonde breakfast. She smiled watching them from the corner of her eye. It was so painfully obvious that her friends were still completely in love with each other and now that Santana was definitely leaving that bastard she was sure they'd end up together again.

"How are you feeling?" Brit asked as she took the seat next to Santana and ran a hand over her hair affectionately.

Santana soaked in the attention for a moment before she shrugged. "I'll be alright."

"Don't play tough with me," Brittany ordered. "You know I hate it."

"I feel like hell," Santana admitted with a sigh.

"The second day after is the worst," Brittany told her with a sympathetic frown.

Quinn nodded. "It always is."

The three girls thought back to cheerleading camps and they all knew that you were always the sorest two days after an injury or serious workout.

"Where's Rach?" Brittany asked. She smiled a moment later when Quinn set a plate of pancakes in front of her.

"In the shower," Quinn told her. Suddenly a thought occurred to her and a wicked grin spread on her lips. "In fact...." Her statement hung in the air around them and headed for the master bathroom, ignoring the knowing look Santana was giving her as she passed.

Quinn headed for the bathroom and pushed the door open, smiling when she heard Rachel humming Defying Gravity and she pulled her shirt over her head. She shed the rest of her clothes quickly and pulled the shower door open, laughing when Rachel gasped at the gush of cool air hitting her back.

"Quinn, you scared me," Rachel told her.

The blonde smiled and ducked under the spray of hot water. "Sorry. You don't mind company, do you?"

Rachel allowed her eyes to rake over the body before her, hunger evident in her eyes and she shook her head. "Definitely not."

Quinn smiled wider and leaned in slowly to press her lips to Rachel's, her fingers idly tracing the curve of the brunette's hip.