Rachel yawned from the backseat, stretching out her long, shaved legs, and shook her ponytail clad hair. She blinked a few times before giving a very toothy grin smilling up to the woman driving the van. She kicked her legs happily, giggling giddily.
"Hey, baby!" Quinn said, looking into the rearview mirror to see her little girl awake. "You must of been tired, baby. You slept the whole way home!" They had been driving home from New York, finally pulling up to Quinn's house and seeing their mom waving through the windows. Quinn opened the door to reveal her little girl in her car seat. Quinn undid the straps and picked up Rachel, sitting her on her hip as she closed and locked the van. Quinn's mom opened the door and hugged Quinn.
"Let me take her; you go get some sleep," she told Quinn patting her back before taking the baby into her arms. "Oh, baby's got a stinky! Let's get you changed!" She spoke to Rachel in baby talk, bouncing her on her hip and carrying her to the big nursery.
"Mr. Shuester! My dads are going to drive me to nationals instead of taking the bus considering I always get motion sickness and I'd rather be in the comfort of their car," Rachel said to the tall man as everyone boarded the bus.
"That's fine, Rachel! Have a safe trip!" He said, patting her back and ushering her into her fathers car.
*A few hours later*
"Daddy, are we almost there? I don't feel so well!" Rachel said, before hurling into the bucket placed to her right.
"Almost there, Rachel," Rachel's daddy said. "Don't worry!"
"I'm not, daddy-AHH!" Rachel screamed the last part as another car collided with theres. The metal of the car surrounded their bodies, making a perfect foam shape. A bystander called 911 quickly.
"Quinn Fabray?" The doctor said, walking into the waiting room.
"Yes," She said, standing up. She wanted to know if her girlfriend and fathers were safe. "Are their any news?"
"Yes, Mike and Larry Berry have died. They lost too much blood. But Rachel, well. I'd better just show you." He said, leading Quinn into a hospital room where she saw her girlfriend lay pale and in a diaper, kicking her legs.
"What did you do to her?" Quinn yelled.
"She has brain damage; the impact of the car hit her head too hard. She thinks she's a baby, from what we understand." The doctor said, patting Quinn's shoulder before exiting the room.
"Oh, baby! No!" She said, crying in her seat as she sat down on the chair placed next to the bed. "What am I going to do?" Rachel began to bawl, most likely because of her diaper. Quinn could smell it from here. "Oh, baby, no don't cry!" Quinn picked her up and tried to bounce her to sleep. It worked and Rachel was soon asleep in her arms.
Quinn had woken up in a cold sweat. She had been dreaming about the day her girlfriend turn into a baby again. She had taken in Rachel, adopted her, even if they were only both 17. It had been a few months since the day she became a mother to Rachel, but she still loved her girlfriend the same.
"Mom?" Quinn asked, peaking open her door only to have her mother come to the door with Rachel in her arms. Rachel's head was placed on her mother's shoulder, obviously taking a nap.
"Shhh, I just got her to sleep," Judy Fabray said, rocking Rachel up and down on her hip. A pacifier was graced upon Rachel's lips, with her hair in pigtails and shirt covering her top. All she had aross her butt and bottom was a diaper.
"Let me take her. I want some time to take care of my baby," Quinn said, a smile on her lips as she took Rachel from her mother and started bouncing her up and down. Quinn placed Rachel on top of her stomach as she layed on the couch, watching her little girl suck on her pacifier. She waited and waited until she woke up but she never did. Finally, two hours had paced with Quinn just starring at Rachel's small figure until finally she placed her in her playpen to go fetch a bottle. Rachel's feeding time was coming up in ten minutes and her little girl would be fairly hungry. She heated up the bottle, and carried it over, picking up Rachel. Rachel began to cry at the sudden movement.
"Oh, here you go baby," She gently placed the nipple of the bottle in Rachel's mouth as she started to suck away. Soon, Rachel's dinner was finished and Quinn started to burp her over her shoulder with the cloth on her shoulder. Rachel let out a few tiny burps, but that wasn't enough.
"Come on, baby. You drank 3 bottles worth. You gotta have a big one in there," Quinn bounced her up and down, patting her bag trying to let a burp out. Rachel began to bawl and kick her legs furiously, which were resting on Quinn's knees. Quinn knew this meant her tummy was tired, and wanted a burp or needed resting time. Quinn put Rachel in her playpen. She put on a baby einstein DVD to help Rachel stop crying, before jumping into the playpen with her little girl. She turned her back towards the TV and started burping Rachel again, but Rachel's head was turned towards the TV so she could still have fun and be eduacted. Soon, a big burp escaped the little girls lips.
"Good girl!" Quinn said, patting Rachel's back for one last measure incase another burp wanted to escape. She layed Rachel on the ground, as she rolled around having fun like the baby she had become. She fell asleep to the sound of the DVD turning off. Quinn picked her up, carrying her into the nursery. She gently placed the baby in the crib, tucking her with a blanket to keep her warm, and turned off the lights. She climbed in the bed in the room adjacent to the nursery, letting her hear Rachel's bawls incase her little girl needed a diaper change, feeding, or pacifier.