I do not own Glee or any of the original characters. It all belongs to Fox and RIB. Any characters you do not recognise are my own creations.
I've had a few requests for something like this, so here ya go!
THREE-SHOT
R&R please.
Part 1
Callie carefully places the paint roller back on the tray and takes a step back, admiring the freshly painted pink walls. She did a good job, she's kinda proud of herself. She's painted five bedrooms in four days, and the house is finally ready for their girls to move in. Quinn will probably need to sleep with them tonight until the paint is dry, but that's not a problem. Gathering the dust sheets into her arms and lifting the paint tray with one hand, Callie makes her way downstairs and into the large garage. She dumps the stuff in there, for now, and locks the inside door behind her as the leaves. Callie wanders through the large house and into the kitchen, smiling as she gazes out the window at the fields behind the house. Moving out of the city had been one the best things she and Arizona did. They had been trying to find a way for their four girls to move in with them, but they were struggling to find a place that was both big and private. It had been her former co-worker, Derek, that had unintentionally solved their problem. He had mentioned his friend was selling his place outside of the city, explaining that he had found it too isolated. Callie, of course, had quickly mentioned it to Arizona and they had fell in love with the house the first time they laid eyes on it. Their nearest neighbour is a mile away, but they are still close enough to the city for Arizona's commute to work to not last forever.
For now, Callie is going to stay at home with their girls after she left the hospital a few weeks ago. There was just too many awful memories in that place and was no longer happy there. She's been thinking about going into private practice, though. Callie's cell phone chimes and she smiles as she reads the text from her wife, they'll be here soon. She gazes at the picture on the refrigerator, the one of their four girls. She remembers their first few days as part of their family, and smiles fondly. Arizona had been absolutely adorable with them, and still is, but she had also been so nervous. She had tested all of the girls' reading, trying to work out their grade level in an attempt to find out their ages. It had worked, mostly. Santana, though, had announced she couldn't read the dumb book. Callie had solved the problem in the most simple way...she asked Santana what age she was.
Seeing these women in their early twenties transform into their younger selves had been a beautiful sight to see. Twelve year old Brittany now gets to remodel the years she hated so much; her teen years. She won't have parents who will be on her back about school work, and ridiculing her when she can't do something. She'll have parents who will support her and encourage her as she relives her teen years. Although, Callie is dreading dealing with Brittany in a teenage mind-set. Rachel had had a good childhood until the age of ten. Her fathers had started to lose interest as she got older. They had been excited about having an adorable baby girl, but had no interest in the young woman she grew into. Rachel, like Brittany, gets a do-over...a chance to be happy and loved, no matter how big she is.
Quinn's life had drastically changed at the age of six. Her father took his bad days at work out on her mother, causing the woman's alcohol intake to increase more and more every day. The more she drank, the less of a mother she became. While neither Fabray went out of their way to be cruel to their young child, their neglect had been crueller than anything they did to each other. Adult Quinn, for all of her bluster, is really just a scared and damaged little girl. An opportunity at a second childhood with no neglect, helps heal her adult self, too. Santana had been a difficult one to work out. Neither Callie or Arizona could understand why Santana had chosen the age of four. As far as they knew, Santana had a good childhood with loving, supportive parents. It wasn't until much later that adult Santana admitted she had an abusive older cousin who had made much of her young life an absolute nightmare. Nobody had been aware of it, not even her parents.
Callie tears her gaze from the photograph and glances at the clock, noting she doesn't have much time until they get here. She bustles around the kitchen, grabbing everything she needs to make her girls a snack. They're always hungry around this time, especially Santana. That girl would spend the entire day eating if Callie and Arizona allowed it. It's why they had to start locking the cupboard where they kept their endless supply of candy, cookies, and chips in their old house. This house, once they are fully unpacked, will be the same. Callie busies herself with making sandwiches and pouring juice for them, pouring Santana's into a sippy cup. She hears the garage door opening and she smiles. They're here. Callie wanders through the house towards the garage, grinning when she hears Brittany and Rachel bickering about something. Quinn is the first girl to reach the garage door and Callie grins at the excited gasp that comes from the girl.
"Mama!" Quinn throws herself at her mama, hugging her tightly and beaming with delight.
"Hey there, baby girl," Callie smiles, happily hugging Quinn back and kissing her temple. "Mama missed you so, so much."
"I missed you, too!"
"Brittany and Rachel are fighting again," Quinn sighs into her mama's neck. Callie chuckles lightly, Quinn and Santana always did like to tattle on their big sisters.
"Alright, tattle tale. I'm sure mommy would've told me," Callie tells her lightly.
"Mama!" Santana sprints out of the garage, and Quinn barely has time to move out of the way before an excited Santana crashes into Callie. "Hi, mama!" Santana chirps, sloppily kissing Callie's cheek.
"Hi, angel," Callie beams, playfully tugging on one of the girl's pigtails. "Have you been a good girl?"
"Uh huh," Santana nods. "Brittany and Rachel were fighting, though," she adds seriously. Callie is not even a little bit surprised.
"I know, Quinn tattled first," Callie teasingly states. Santana pouts. She had wanted to be the one to tell their mama. Callie rolls her eyes at the disappointment on Santana's face. "You two go wait in the kitchen," Callie states, pointing in the correct direction. "Wait at the table, and don't mess anything up," she adds.
"Why? Are you gonna yell at Brittany and Rachel?" Quinn asks, her hazel eyes lighting up, "can I watch?!" she eagerly pleads.
"Go and wait in the kitchen," Callie repeats, shooing Quinn off in the correct direction and encouraging Santana to follow with a maternal pat to her behind. Callie wanders through to the garage and finds Arizona putting the painting things away while lecturing the girls. Even though she's thrilled that the girls are all here, and just wants to hug them, she doesn't interrupt. She doesn't want to undermine Arizona in front of the girls. Callie leans against the doorframe as her wife tells the girls off for their constant bickering, noticing the excited glance that Rachel shoots in her direction. Arizona sighs,
"alright, go," she urges, sweeping her arm in Callie's direction. She's pretty sure neither girl listened to a word she said after they saw Callie, but she can understand why. Arizona watches as the two girls launch themselves at Callie, smiling fondly at the excited squeals. She loves seeing her little family all back together again, and she loves watching Callie interact with their girls.
"Come on, I made you guys some food," Callie tells them, grinning ear to ear at the attention she is receiving from Brittany and Rachel. Arizona follows her wife as she leads the girls through the house, guiding them into the kitchen.
"This house is so pretty, mama," Rachel gushes.
"It should be, mommy spent all week decorating down here," Callie informs her, placing an arm around each girl. Brittany gapes at her mama,
"you made mom decorate all by herself?" she asks, a frown on her features. "That sucks," she adds quietly, not meaning for Callie to hear. Callie hears anyway.
"You really think so little of me?" she teasingly asks. "After you've had something to eat, I'll show you what I've been doing all week," Callie smugly tells her. Callie ushers them into the large kitchen and urges them to go sit at the table with their little sisters. Callie quickly begins to finish off making their snacks, smiling as Arizona stops her.
"Hi," Arizona grins, tenderly kissing her wife. Callie beams back at her,
"Hi." Arizona kisses her again, both of them ignoring the disgusted groans from the peanut gallery. She helps her wife with the girls' food and helps her carry the plates and juice to the table.
"I already had breakfast," Santana complains.
"This isn't breakfast, baby girl," Arizona tells her. "It's brunch," she adds with a wink.
"Brunch?" Santana questions, turning to look at Quinn for an answer. "What does brunch mean?"
"It means we're fancy," Quinn tells her, nodding and grinning. She picks up her cup of juice and takes a sip, sticking her pinky finger out as she does so. Santana giggles, immediately following suit. Callie watches as Brittany violently rolls her eyes, clearly unamused by her sisters antics. Rachel, however, seems totally unfazed. She's used to them. Callie knows life is about to get more interesting now that the two little partners in crimes are here. Quinn and Santana's close relationship is adorable, but they do seem to cause a lot of mayhem. Brittany and Rachel are a lot calmer than their younger sisters. Well, whenever they're not fighting with each other, that is.
"Wow, look how fancy you guys are," Arizona smiles as she and Callie join them at the table with mugs of coffee. Arizona lifts her mug to her lips and sticks her finger out, Santana giggling wildly at her mama.
"Mommy, you're fancy, too!" the girl exclaims. "Brittany, you're not being fancy!" Santana accuses, giving her oldest sister her best glare. It's not terrifying in the least. Brittany lets out a suffering sigh, but sticks her finger out just to keep Santana happy. As lame as she thinks her littlest sisters are, she doesn't want to upset either of them.
"Look, Santana," Quinn whispers, "Rachel's not fancy." Santana giggles.
"Rachel, you're not as fancy as us," Santana giggles. She takes another drink from her sippy cup, staring at Rachel as she does so. Rachel still doesn't take part. "See, you're not fancy like us!"
"You're so lame," Rachel grumbles.
"Rachel," Callie states warningly, shaking her head at the girl.
"I'm not lame," Santana pouts, looking at Arizona for confirmation. Her mommy obliges and animatedly shakes her head,
"you're not lame, baby girl," she reassures their youngest. Santana shoots Rachel a sour look, as though she is deeply wounded by her sister's comment.
"Baby," Rachel mutters, though Santana still hears her.
"I'm not a baby!" Santana exclaims, frowning at Rachel.
"Yes, you are," Rachel retorts. Santana's brow furrows as she tries to think of a comeback, a sly smirk pulling at her lips when it comes to her.
"Yeah, well...you're a butthead," Santana states, sticking her tongue out and feeling very proud of herself.
"Santana, don't say butthead," Callie tells her.
"Yeah, Santana...don't say butthead," Quinn chimes in, smirking. Santana giggles,
"butthead."
"Enough!" Callie firmly states. She exchanges a wary glance with her wife. They both know that they're going to have their work cut out for them with the two little troublemakers, and their incessant need to bug Brittany and Rachel. "You two," she points at Santana and Quinn, "let's have one meal together without you guys causing trouble, okay?" She sighs, when Quinn and Santana share a grin, both of them stifling giggles. Callie stands up and heads over to the one of the drawers, pulling out a wooden spoon and placing it on the counter. Santana's eyes widen and she looks at Quinn, both of them wincing. Arizona covers a smirk as she plays with Brittany's hair. "More coffee?" Callie asks her wife.
"Yeah, sure," Arizona smiles. She watches out of the corner of her eye as Santana and Quinn silently eat their food. Callie's threat had worked. For now, at least. She leaves the table to join her wife across the room, leaving the girls alone at the table.
"That was for our butts!" Santana frantically whispers to Quinn, her eyes wide and alarmed.
"I know," Quinn states soberly.
"That would really hurt," Rachel injects herself into their conversation, a smirk on her lips. "I sure wouldn't want mama to spank me with that." She's enjoying herself now, and Brittany rolls her eyes. She's not getting involved in this, there's no way it's gonna end well.
"I like my butt, I don't want it to hurt," Santana's expression is serious and she gestures wildly, sending peanut butter flying onto Brittany's arms. Her eyes widen slightly, and then she pouts. That is her peanut butter. She is supposed to have it, not Brittany! Santana glances at her mama and mommy, ensuring that they're not watching, and then she carefully slides closer to Brittany. Brittany doesn't even notice the peanut butter, or the younger girl that is creeping up on her until...
"Ew, mom, Santana licked me!"
To be continued... So yeah, this was going to be a oneshot, but I was having too much fun with it to stop. I've got a lot written for the other two chapters, and they will be posted soon. Please review.