Hi Everyone! After a 4 year hiatus I've decided to briefly come back. So here I am –– back and better than ever (JK still kinda trash, and overworked/broke but you get the idea) ALSO, I've decided to switch some shit up in this place. This "story" will actually be a compilation of one-shots from different ideas because honestly I'm garbage and can't even come up with a story line/subplots and everything that goes into creating a story. Also my track record for updating is pretty SHYT so here we is. Also all the contents in the one-shots will be related (or at least I will try and keep them related –– keep me square everyone) So that's exciting… so without further ado, let me introduce you to my newest work of (still pretty bad) art! Please enjoy this first story about moving? Family? Love? Idk you decide. Also side note: all one shots will be about this same family –– Brittana mom and Quinn, Rachel and Blaine as their little babies! Now…ENJOY!
Also this one-shot is very Brittany-Santana-Quinn heavy…
An 11 year old Quinn stands motionless at the bottom of the stairs leading up to her 'new' house. Bundled in her winter clothes, and a duffle bag at her feet; she can hear the whining of her younger sister gently in the background. Quinn's mask of indifference is undoubtedly in place, as she waits for the four other members of her family to join her. As she stands there, she can't help but scrutinize the place she is to call home. The two story, red brick house, having nothing on her thirty-nine story apartment building in downtown Manhattan. The grass in the front yard lightly covered with a blanket of glistening white snow, and a beautifully carved wooden door awaits someone to knock. She takes in the surrounding neighbors, in smaller yet admittedly more welcoming homes, and grazes her hand gently on the railing of the front steps, a slight shiver overtaking her as she rubs the snow between her finger.
She tilts her head to the side, and sizes up her house, moving her line of sight higher to look into what she assumes is her bedroom window. She catches a glimpse of pink that adorns the crown molding on the wall, a slight grimace overtaking her face. What a cliché color for a girls room she thinks. Quinn rubs her hands on her jeans lightly, and then combs her fingers through her long blonde hair, her thoughts floating to her mother's reassurance of a "calmer, more stable life" in Ohio running through her head. Her brows furrow as the realization of a new beginning, in a new town, with new people –– people who may not accept her family moreover –– takes over her mind.
Quinn turns her head to the right, and rolls her eyes. She catches the sight of her younger sister Rachel standing in her hello-kitty backpack and bundled just as tightly as Quinn. A disgruntled "you can't make me" is said loudly by Rachel. With her arms are folded and a glare firmly in place she refuses to move from her spot by the backseat of the car. She watches the scene unfold, slight annoyance etched on her face. Her more outspoken mama kneels in front of an indignant Rachel; she speaks quietly, as her finger gently taps the little girls nose, and she whispers reassurances and a proposed compromise to her youngest daughter. A tactic often used to quell the little brunette into cooperating. Rachel sighs softly, her arms uncrossing and her face evening out. Her mama reaches her hand out to young girl to take, and she does so –– their fingers intertwining through Rachel's little gloved hand.
Santana smiles softly at her little drama queen, bending down to place a soft kiss at the crown of her head. She cheers internally, glad she didn't have to take a more aggressive approach to get her daughter to move. The promise of being able to pick the movie before bed, and four bedtime stories instead of her usual two the perfect negotiation for the 6 year old. On the other side of the car, she watches as Brittany struggles to lift a passed out Blaine from his car seat. The little boy grunting slightly, but relaxing as his head is placed in the crook of his mom's neck. With Rachel's hand in her, she leans down and grabs the duffle bag by her feet. With the bag securely in her hands, she and Rachel walk towards Quinn, her mouth turning down in a frown as she recognizes the look of slight trepidation on her oldest daughters face. She watches as her beautiful green eyes glisten with unshed tears, and her hands fidget in the pockets they rest in. Quinn turns back towards the house, noticing the concerned look on her mamas face. Behind her she can hear her mom Brittany grunt as she juggles a sleeping Blaine and a duffle bag.
As Brittany gathers the last of the bags from the car, she makes sure to hold tightly to the little boy in her arms. She feels soft little puffs hitting between her neck and cheek and she can't help but take a breath and revel in his presence. She turns her head and smiles at her only son, leaning her head gently onto his. Brittany smooths her hand over his hair, and readjusts her grip so as not to drop him on her short walk up to their new house. Using her other hand, she shuts the door to the Prius as quietly as she can, re-shouldering the duffle bag in her free arm. Her gaze falls upon her wife and youngest daughter as they walk hand in hand. The duo reaches the bottom of the stairs where her normally reserved Quinn stands, both hands resting in her pocket, and her head tilted up towards the house. As she walks to the house, she checks to make sure Blaine is still asleep, failing to notice Santana come up in front of her, a beautiful smile on her lips as she silently takes in the view of her wife and baby.
Santana simply admires her exceptionally graceful wife for a moment, before she reaches her hand out and takes the duffle from Brittany's shoulder in effort to relieve her of all that she is carrying. The act startles Brittany from her observance of Blaine. She looks up at Santana, smiles softly, and blows her an air kiss. A quiet "thank you, my love" is uttered by Brittany. Santana grabs the kiss and places it on her lips, both women laugh lightly at the ritual. They continue their walk to the house, Santana taking Brittany's free hand in her own, their fingers intertwining and Santana lovingly running her thumb over the tops of Brittany's smooth skin. When they reach the bottom of the stairs Santana kisses Brittany's hand before letting go to find the keys to their home.
When she notices that everyone is finally ready to go inside, Quinn calmly picks up her bag, and moves up the stairs ignoring the rest of her family behind her. The younger blonde huffs slightly, when she notices that her mama is still looking for the keys, Brittany giving her a pointed look and a silent request to cool it with her attitude. With the keys in her hand, Quinn smiles gratefully ready to be engulfed in warmth, and away from everyone around her. Her current fantasy to curl up in her bed with a good book, a glass of warm tea with honey, and absolute silence. Something she hadn't had the 10 hour journey to Ohio.
Santana toys slightly with the keys, the lock clicking after a few moments. She shoves the door firmly, and opens it all the way. A blast of heat pushes through the entry way as each member of the family walks through. Rachel looks around, her eyes wide as saucers as she admires the stunning chandelier in the foyer, and the high ceilings of their new home. Quinn drops her bag at her feet, and begins to take off her shoes. Throwing them haphazardly by the door. Still avoiding her family, she quickly works to remove all restrictive articles of clothing, so she can make a quick getaway to finally have a moment to herself. With everyone inside Santana shuts the door tacitly, and places her duffle bag by the foyer closet. She breathes in deeply and tilts her head up to get a good look at the room around her. She glances at her three children and her wife and a large smiles graces her face.
"Alright my honey's we're home!" breathing in deeply, the smell of cinnamon and vanilla fills her senses, and the feeling of home permeates her body. She laughs lightly, giving Brittany a sweet peck on the lips, sweeping her hand over Blaine's hair and removing Rachel's winter hat. Her youngest daughter smiles up at her mama, feeling what she thinks is the happiness radiating off of her, she can't help but feel happy too, even if she is still very much put out from having to move. Noticing the stand-offish mood from her sister, Rachel decides to capitalize on the moment and be in the good graces of her mama. She slips her arms around one of her mamas thighs and gives her a tight squeeze. looking up at Santana, her two front teeth missing, she smiles her biggest show smile. She leaves her mama with a kiss on her thigh and then lets go to continue to remove her winter clothes.
Santana reaches down and unzips Rachel's coat, and then kneels down to untie her winter boots. She kisses her cheek lightly, before standing back up and glancing at Quinn. Her smile fades when she observes the blatant sadness in her beautiful daughter eyes. A look she tries hard to hide. She watches as Quinn stands up and removes her boots, before reaching into her backpack and taking out her book. Quinn leaves the foyer, and rushes up the stairs two at a time ready to alleviate herself from the family.
Holding Blaine in her arms, Brittany gently begins to remove his winter jacket. Feeling him stir in her arms, she tenderly shushes him, hoping to lull him back to sleep. He lifts his head off of her shoulder and blearily rubs his face. His sweet brown eyes shining with tired tears, and unfamiliarity. With Rachel at her heels, Santana reaches for Blaine and takes him from Brittany's arms, letting her finally free herself from the confines of winter clothing in the hot house. As Brittany begins to undress, she watches as her oldest daughter –– fully out of her winter gear she left strewn across the floor –– darts from the room, giving no glance behind her to her family.
"Quinn, my dear! I need you to come back and put your clothes away please." Brittany rolls her eyes and waves her hand dismissively, but doesn't bother with a follow up response, deciding to pick her battles at the moment. She moves to start cleaning up the mess, placing her shoes and winter clothes in the foyer closet.
"Mommy, Quinn left a mess." Rachel points to the clothes on the floor, and the shoes misplaced at her spot by Santana's hip. She strokes Blaine's foot, as she waits pointedly for her mom to make Quinn come back to clean up her mess. Something she knows they would get in trouble for had this been any other time. "You always make us put our stuff away at our home in New York." Stomping her little foot in protest. The sound of tears heavily in Rachels statement. Her exhaustion shining through in her droopy lids, and whiny voice.
Santana strokes Rachels hair, as a sleepy Blaine rests his head on Santana's shoulder already falling back into his wonderful dreamland. "Don't worry about Quinn, baby girl. As long as you put your stuff away and are ready for a movie and bedtime then we're all good." Rachel looks up at her mama and opens her mouth to counter. Completely in an overtired disarray by the fact that her sister could get away with this serious offense of being a mess. Brittany smiles at Santana, and moves to grab Rachel before she could go into a long spiel of why the rules should apply to both she and Quinn. She gently lifts the small little girl on her hip, the long day catching up to Rachel as a jaw cracking yawn rips through her body. "So who's ready for bed?"
Quinn sits cross-legged on her bed, her back pressed up against the headboard and her beloved book East of Eden delicately rests in her hands. The novel overly worn from years of reading and generations of love. Passed down from her great grandma, to her grandma to her mom and then to her. She cherishes the book in her hands. Every so often she'll gently run her fingers over the pages, doing so now as her eyes begin to fall slightly. The events of the whole day coming to fruition, as she feels sleep overrun her body. There's a slight knock at the door, and Quinn jolts from her sleepy stupor, as Brittany sticks her head inside of Quinn's room. A sweet smile plays at her lips as she waits for permission to move fully in. Quinn gives her mom a lazy smirk, having since relaxed from earlier. The peace and quiet giving her the chance to find solace in her conclusively more than 'girly' room. She pats her bed gently, Brittany gratefully taking the invitation to sit down and talk to her oldest girl. "How are you settling in, my love?"
Brittany strokes Quinn's beautiful blonde locks, and reaches over to grab the brush that sits on the nightstand. She scoots next to Quinn, and up against the headboard. Quinn moving in-between her legs to sit with her back to her mom's front. Brittany starts to brush her hair, the silence engulfing the two blondes. "You've been such a trooper this whole move. I'm so proud of you."
The movements of the brush through silky hair cause a delay in Quinn's response, the calming motion almost putting her to bed. Quinn bends her head down towards her chest, slightly uncomfortable with the praise, but, nevertheless, glad to hear it. "Thank you mommy. It's been hard, but I'm happy we get to be closer to abuela especially with everything she's going through. Abuelo too." She says softly.
"You know how much this has meant to you mama, and I know it feels like the rug has been pulled out from under you" She places the brush back down on the nightstand. Quinn leans back against her mom fully and Brittany wraps her arms around her daughter, placing a kiss on the back of her head. "But I promise when things settle down everyone will find their footing. It won't feel this out of place forever."
Quinn nods her head slightly, turning over in her mom's arms to give her a real hug. Brittany reciprocates just as strongly, hoping to pour all of the love she feels for her baby into that hug. Brittany moves to get off the bed, tenderly placing Quinn's down onto the pillow pulling the comforter up to her neck to tuck her in. Quinn adjusts herself between the covers to look up at her mom. Her eyes falling shut and her hand grasping the blankets covering her. Brittany places a kiss on the young blondes head, lingering a little longer than normal. She moves to leave the room and let her daughter sleep, turning off the bedside lamp as she goes.
"Mommy?" Brittany looks at her daughter, the soft word that falls from her almost asleep little girl melting her heart. She smiles softly at Quinn.
"Yes, my sweet girl?" She answers just as quietly, turning back towards Quinn to give her, her full attention.
"Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" The usually guarded girl sounding much younger than her eleven years of age.
"Of course. Anything to help you settle in." She moves to lie down behind Quinn, spooning her oldest daughter. "Do you want to sleep with me and mama tonight? It might be a full bed, but if it's something that will make you feel a little better you're more than welcome too."
Quinn shakes her head no, but scooches back further so her back is pressed tightly to her mom's front, reveling in the feeling of closeness and safety she gets every time her mom holds her. Brittany tightens her arm around Quinn, resting her cheek in her free hand. She looks down at her most reserved child, her brows furrowing slightly, wondering how much her oldest is currently bottling in.
It doesn't take long before Quinn drifts off into a semi-restful sleep, the arms of her mom providing the comfort she needs so be able to feel at ease her first night in a new home. When she realizes that Quinn is asleep, Brittany gently extracts herself from the young girl. Admiring the way in which Quinn looks so peaceful as she rests, and just how beautiful her daughter really is. She tip-toes to the door, and closes it as quietly as she can behind her. With her head down, she doesn't notice a pajama clad Santana in front of her with a freshly bathed, towel covered Blaine in her arms.
"Is everything ok? You were in there for a while." Brittany startles at the question, her mouth forming into a smile when her exhausted brain registers the voice. She looks Santana in her beautiful brown eyes and observes the slight frown on her brows, and the look of concern on her face.
"Quinn just needed a little reassurance. She'll be fine. Nothing I couldn't handle." She places a kiss on Santana's lips. "Need any help with my sweet little man?" At his nickname Blaine lifts his head from Santana's shoulder. His long, damp hair covering his eyes slightly. Eyes that had recently been crying, his cheeks stained with tears, and the whites of his eyes bloodshot.
"If you could find his beloved airplane PJ's, that would make my world. I promised if he took a bath and brushed his teeth he could wear his favorite PJ's." Brittany nods empathetically, and Santana smiles gratefully at her wife. Brittany ruffles Blaine's hair gently, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "They should be in the duffle bag with the rest of Rachels clothes, but honestly at this point I don't know where anything is." She strokes Blaine's back slowly, hoping to ease him back into a quiet slumber.
"On it! Also, where is my littlest drama queen? I've barely heard a peep from her all night. Unusual." Brittany looks around her, looking down the stairs to see if Rachel is lurking in the living room.
"She's currently asleep in our bed. Bath time knocked her out. We couldn't even get through the first book, let alone a movie." Santana moves to open the door to their room, looking back at Brittany and smiles again, Brittany returning it tiredly.
"I'll be right back with the PJ's. Anything I can get you before I lock up?" Brittany asks. Making her way down the steps to the living room.
"I think I'm good for now. Thank you though. I may be asleep before you even come back." Santana laughs lightly, before entering the room, Blaine whining tiredly ready to be tucked in.
Santana turns gently on her side, extra careful not to wake the two guest in-between her and Brittany. On her chest, Blaine shifts slightly. Soft suckling noises coming from the thumb placed in his mouth, a habit both moms were trying tirelessly to break. Santana squints into the darkness, trying to make-out Brittany's silhouette. She sniffles lightly, and swipes her hand across her eyes. "Britt, are you awake?" She looks over Brittany's shoulder at the alarm clock placed on the nightstand. Barely able to make out the 11:58 PM without her glasses on and her sight blurry with tears on the verge of falling.
"Yeah, I was just thinking about everything." She turns slowly to her right to face Santana, she moves Rachel onto her side, Brittany holding Rachel close to her chest. She gently strokes her thumb over the skin of Rachel's soft arm, and places a kiss to the back of her head. "How are you holding up?" Brittany reaches out to caress Santana's cheek, brushing a single tear away.
Santana sighs deeply, looking for the right words. She opens her mouth a few time, trying to think of a way to summarize her muddled thoughts. "I'm scared. Which you know isn't something I would normally admit, but at this point I don't know what else to feel." Santana looks up to the ceiling in a failed attempt to stop the torrent of tears rushing down her face. Brittany brushes each one away, wanting nothing more than to take Santana into her arms and hold her. To take her pain away and to reassure her that she is there and she's isn't going through any of it alone. "Or I don't even know if scared is the right word. I feel hopeless, I'm tired, nervous, confused, my brain is in turmoil. It all just feels so impossible. Britt, I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do."
"You know how the grieving process works, baby. It's not linear. I can't tell you what to do, but I can be there to comfort you, or maybe even give you some tough love. Whatever you need from me I'll be more than happy to give you." Brittany reaches across Rachel and takes Santana's hand in her own. She brings it up to her lips, kissing her hand with the utmost care. She squeezes Santana's hand, intertwining their fingers together. "I will be with you every step of the way. You're not going through anything alone. You're allowed to feel whatever you want, and everything you feel –– anger, sadness, any sort of grieving –– is okay." She moves her hand back up to Santana's cheek wiping away the tears silently cascading down her face. She moves her hand back to intertwining with Santana's, trying her hardest to comfort her with the distance in the bed.
Santana takes a deep breath and chuckles humorlessly. "He's not even dead yet, and I'm already grieving his loss. How does that even work? But you know what the worst part is, is when I walked through the door earlier today, I forgot he was even dying. I basically skipped over the reason we're back in Ohio. The reason we dropped everything, and essentially decimated our children's lives, and honestly I was just happy to be back. I mean what kind of monster thinks like that." She moves her hand out from Brittany's to wipe her never-ending tears. With each swipe of her hand, 10 fall in their place. She sighs gently, and shakes her head trying to physically ride her mind of all her swirling thoughts.
Brittany looks at Santana incredulously in the pitch black. Wondering how in the world her superwoman of a wife could think she ruined their children's live. "First of all, you didn't ruin or decimate anyone's lives. The kids understand. We talked to them, and they love you more than anyone on the planet. All they want is for you to be ok, and to be content. They'll get over the move once everyone finds their footing. First of all point B: we're moving back in 6 months, if we could survive Ohio for 18 years, I think the kids can make it 6 months." She smiles into the darkness. Santana returning it half way, still not convinced she didn't put the lives of her precious children into jeopardy.
"And second of all, being happy to be back, and finding a second of complete solace doesn't mean that you're a monster. It means you're human. You had a human reaction to an important moment in your life. To be completely honest, I felt the same way. I forgot why we came here, and I felt slightly giddy at being home again. You can never help how you feel, and you shouldn't have too." Brittany slowly sits up in the bed, Santana mimicking her actions. "Let's go downstairs. I'll make some tea, you can wash your face, and then we can cuddle for a little bit without two little people between us."
Brittany moves to get out of bed, swinging her feet over the edge of the bed and reaching to the bed post to grab her robe. Santana places a kiss to the back of Blaine's head, and she reaches over Blaine ever so gently to kiss Rachel on her forehead. As she does, she whispers words of love and praise to her children. The words laced with slight guilt, and her eyebrows creased. She moves away from the bed, putting her feet into the slippers and cleaning her face with the backs of her hand.
Santana waits by the door with her hand out for Brittany to take. Dried tear tracks linger on her face, but her eyes are shinning lightly. Still mulling over the words and advice Brittany had just given her. Before reaching Santana, Brittany places pillows at the side of the bed, and powers on the baby monitors. With a baby monitor in one hand, Brittany takes Santana other hand in her own, running her thumbs in smooth circles. She places a soft lingering kiss on Santana's lips, moving her hand under Santana's tank-top to stroke the soft-skin of her waist. She releases Santana's lips, placing another quick peck on her lips, and then putting two sweet kisses on her cheeks. They leave the room, and Santana shuts the door behind her, leaving a crack for the light to shine through.
Sitting on the couch under a fleece blanket, Brittany puts her arm around Santana, skootching her closer to her side. Santana rests her head in the crook of Brittany's neck reveling in the closeness and the warmth Brittany readily provided. She sighs quietly, her thoughts the loudest sound in the silent living room.
Santana lifts her head from Brittany's shoulder, scooting away from her slightly to look her in the eyes. "What time do the mover come tomorrow? I want to get the kids settled in as soon as possible. It's already my fault we're in the position." She looks away from Brittany, and sits up fully. She shakes her head, almost as though she is entering her own world. She continues her rant, her eyes moving around wildly as she mentally runs through a list of everything that needs to get done. "Britt, maybe I should've come alone. Taken weekend trips up here instead of uprooting our whole family. I feel like this was a bad idea. I've inconvenienced you, and ––"
Brittany takes Santana's head in her hands, turning it to face her. The words die on Santana's lips as she looks at the love and reassurance that burns so brightly in Brittany's eyes. "Santana, I know it's hard. Hardest thing in the world, maybe. But please, please try and relax with the guilt. It's obviously much easier said than done, but you have absolutely nothing to feel guilty about." She strokes Santana's cheeks with her thumbs. Santana bows her head, her chin reaching her chest as even more guilt floods her body. Brittany lifts her head, fully cupping her face and looks Santana directly in the eyes. She says with as much love and support as she can "If I felt like this was a bad idea in any respect, if you truly felt like this wasn't the best thing for our family than this wouldn't be happening. We have everything planned, now we need to let go and take all that life is oh so gratefully going to give us head-on. There isn't anything the two of us can't face." Santana scans her face for any sign of false confidence, and finds none. Her shoulders sag considerably, and she takes a deep calming breath. Trying to let Brittany's words sink in.
She knows that she will always have her children's best interest in mind. And Brittany is right, if she didn't 100 percent believe that this wasn't the best thing for her family, then it never would've happened. But it's hard to be even slightly selfish, when you want to give your whole world to the people around you.
She moves back to her original position, melding her body closer to Brittany's and putting her head on her chest, right above her breast. She lifts her head gently from her position and places a kiss under Brittany's chin. "You're right, you're right. I'm sorry." She moves her head up to Brittany's shoulder and whispers in her ear "Thank you for always untying my knots."
Brittany turns her head to the side, to look Santana in the eye, giving her a wink, before place a chaste kiss on her lips, and a peck on her forehead. Santana moves off of Brittany again, and gives her a sly smile, in attempt to change the course of conversation. "Britt, we're gonna need more than these –– while always amazing –– teasing, innocent kisses. I wants and I needs to get my mack on." A full-blown smile makes its way to Santana's lips and her nose scrunches up as her eyes get squinty with genuine contentment. Brittany chuckles quietly, and reaches out from under the blankets and takes Santana's tank top straps into her hands, effectively tugging her closer.
"Oh, getting dominant are we? I approve." Santana moves in, her lips meeting Brittany's, the blanket falling to the wayside. She moves to untie Brittany's rob, hoping to get her hands on the perky set of boobs that sit so lovingly on Brittany's chest. Caught up in their musings, they both miss the sound of a soft pitter patter of feet moving down the stairs. Santana caught up in groping Brittany, half-way on her lap; straddled and grinding down into Brittany's leg. While Brittany lightly massages the lower part of her back, her hands making their way down to her favorite destination of Santana's ass.
"Ugh, isn't that what you have a bedroom for?" Quinn enters the living room. Her hair –– while usually the neatest out of the family of five–– a wild mess atop her head. Her green eyes squinted, as she adjusts them to the light. She rubs her hands up and down her arm to help stave off the chill of the cold winter outside. She looks over at Brittany and Santana pointedly, her mouth curving into the small smile as she recognizes the look of complete surprise on her moms' faces.
"Oh Jesus, Quinn, we didn't hear you come down the stairs." Santana moves to stand up but before she can, Quinn moves the blanket down further so she can climb in-between her moms'. She snuggles into Santana's side, moving Brittany's hand to her stomach to hold her. Brittany moves in closer, placing one last teasing peck on Santana's lips and a chaste kiss on Quinn's head.
"Is everything ok, my sweet girl? Why are you awake?" Brittany snuggles in closer, waiting for a response from Quinn. She looks up at Santana who has a look of grave concern on her face.
"Yeah, um. No, I'm fine. I just um, I woke up and it's fine. I don't know. I'm fine. I'm just tired I guess. It's been a long day… and I think I wanted a hug" The last part whispered very shyly to her moms'. Now that she's in the comfort of her moms' arms, embarrassment seeps into her body. Her cheeks down to her neck turn a light shade of red, as she hides her face in Santana's shoulder. The feeling of vulnerability always unnerving to the newly turned 11 year old.
"Of course. We'll always be here to offer you a hug, but are you sure that everything's ok?" Santana tries her hardest to keep the worry out of her voice. The previous guilt from earlier hitting in waves as she realizes her eldest is struggling with something. Whether it be normal pre-teen emotions, or something on a much grander scale, Santana can't help but feel if they hadn't moved she wouldn't be needed the extra comfort. Quinn wraps her arm around Santana's waist, as Brittany moves the blanket up further between the three of them.
"No, yeah I promise everything is fine." She looks up at Santana and smiles, turning her head to Brittany to give her the same look. She tries her hardest through her face to convince her parents she's fine, or at least going to try and be. Unsure if the smile ––that didn't reach her eyes–– was enough to sway them otherwise. "It was just a bit weird to wake up in a different room. I don't know. I got a little nervous or something."
Santana looks over the top of Quinn's head, her eyes shining again with unshed tears. Brittany gives her a silent warning to attempt to keep it together, and try and not further upset Quinn. Santana looks down at Quinn, and sniffles to pull the tears back in. "That's ok baby. We didn't expect you to have a perfect night. We were just gonna head back up to bed. Do you want one of us to stay with you tonight?" Santana strokes Quinn hair, patting it down gently. Her fingers lovingly brushing through Quinn's beautiful soft locks.
"Or you can come cuddle in the big bed with us? Whatever you want." Quinn turns her head to look at Brittany. She gives her a contemplative look, weighing her options. She figures sleeping with everyone in the big-bed is less childish than having one of her mom's sleep with her for the night. She can also make out the old tears and the slightly puffy eyes of her mama. Hoping that staying with her for the night would help make her feel a little better. She looks back up at her mama, and kisses her cheek gently.
"I'll sleep with you guys tonight. Just keep Rachel away from me please. She likes to snore." She gives her moms' a smirk and goes to hug Santana again. Santana laughs at the truest fact about their youngest daughter. Brittany lightly bumps Quinn's shoulder, not verbally disagreeing with her fellow blonde.
"You're telling me. It's mostly the reason we're still awake." Santana moves to stand up, grabbing Brittany's robe from the ground and handing it to her.
"What's the other reasons you're still awake?" Quinn ask inquisitively. The key word "mostly" peaking Quinn's natural curiousness. Santana begins to fold the blanket, giving Brittany the opportunity to answer. Her wife having a better track record of giving just enough information to quell the inquiring mind, but keeping the information relatively kid-friendly.
"Mama and I were talking about the move, and about our favorite people in the world." She gives Quinn a cheeky smile, reaching her hand out to help her up from the couch.
"What about us?" Quinn look up to Brittany who is about a head taller than her. Brittany wraps her arms around Quinn's shoulders and gives her a squeeze. Quinn moving her arm around Brittany's waist to give her a side hug, leaning her head on Brittany's side.
"Just hoping to find things to help everyone get settled. Maybe tomorrow we can take a trip to the local mall. Pick out something fun to buy. Spend the day as a family before we head to the hospital." Brittany looks up at Santana who is wearing an adoring smile. Her eyes relaying the happiness she feels having her whole family so close by, even under the circumstances in which they're in Ohio for. "What do you say mama? A family fun-day? Me, you, and the world's best children?" Santana laughs gently, moving towards the stairs to the upstairs portion of the house.
"I think that sounds perfect." She looks behind her and Brittany and Quinn trail in the back. Brittany turning off the lights in the living room, Quinn holding on to her hand.
"Do you think we can leave Rachel at home?" Quinn asks seriously, her face betraying her amusement in making fun of her younger, more boisterous sister.
"Not a chance." Brittany kisses the top of Quinn's head. Santana already at the top of the stairs and making her way to their bedroom. "Also Quinn; please try and be nice to her. I know she can be… exuberant to say the least." She lets out a low laugh at the word. Exuberant was one word to describe Rachel. Brittany continues "and you're the complete opposite, but she looks up to you. I know it hurts her feelings when you ignore her, or even make her feel bad––"
"Mommy, can we save the 'be a more considerate sister' lecture for tomorrow. It's late." Quinn wrenches her hand from her mom's grasp, and moves to walk up the stairs. Trying to effectively shut down the current conversation.
"Lucy Quinn, I don't know who you think you're talking too." Brittany moves up the stair, turning Quinn gently to face her. Quinn looks up at her mom, her eyebrows furrowed deeply, a look of remorse plastered on her face. She knows she can be a better sister, but sometimes it hard when someone like Rachel –– who demands so much attention–– is who you're sisters with. "All I'm saying is, you're such a smart girl, with a kind heart. Let your sister see some of that. You basically hang the moon and the stars for her."
Quinn sighs, but concedes. "I'll try harder. She's just… a lot of person, in such a small body." With a light chuckle, Brittany hits the last step, Quinn right up behind her. Quinn takes her mom's hand again, Brittany bringing their joined hands up to her lips to kiss.
"I know baby, but she's pretty awesome. I know you secretly think so." Brittany and Quinn enter the bedroom as quietly as they can. Santana already asleep with a little Blaine resting on her chest and Rachel curled up to Santana side. A slight snore coming from Rachel and soft suckling coming from Blaine. Quinn scoots in on the left side of bed and moves close to Rachel. Brittany moves in behind Quinn on the further most part of the bed, shifting to her side to hold Quinn from behind. She blows one last kiss to Santana before they all drifted off to sleep.
A/N: Hello! You're reading this note which means you've made it to the end of this story! I need a little help… to all who take their time to review this (all the love and thanks to you) please let me know if 1. I should make this a two shot and go further in depth or 2. If I should leave it up to the reader as to a couple of loose ends that I struggled to bring together. –– Also if you want to see something written, send me a prompt! I will gladly try and do it! I have limited ideas so anything and everything is welcomed. Finally, this took me about a month to write because A. I'm horribly slow when it comes to writing and b. I try to be as meticulous as possible to soooo, for future prompts it may take some time. Anyways, thank you so much for reading and leave a review letting me know what you want to see next/what else I should add to this current one-shot! Thank you again!
