LbN: Written for Quinntana Week. Prompt was "Future Santana".
Birthdays at the Lopez house were insane affairs. That was mostly Quinn's fault. She'd had the normal birthday experience growing up - little parties, sleepovers, that sort of thing. But she wanted crazy huge parties for the boys, because she liked to plan them.
Thus, there was a life-size pirate ship playscape in the backyards, a treasure hunt was currently taking place, and each kid's party loot bag was a miniature treasure chest. There were cupcakes, each decorated like a Jolly Roger flag.
"This feels like a bit much," Santana remarked, trying not to laugh.
Quinn was in full pirate costume, and looked like she was having the time of her life. "Argh, it be just enough for our little mateys!"
Santana spit out the drink she'd just taken a sip of. "No," she gasped, laughing. "No. I swear you're not getting any for a month if you keep that up," she added under her breath.
"Please, like you could wait that long," Quinn said. "Look at how much fun they're having."
The team of five-year-olds had just found the next clue, buried in the sandbox. They were running to the other side of the yard now, as the rest of the parents snapped pictures.
Santana wrapped an arm around Quinn's waist. "I can't believe they're going into kinder this year. You sure we want to start again from scratch?"
"Shhh," Quinn said with a grin. "We said we were going to tell them later."
"It's not like they're listening."
There was a cry of jubilation as the group of eight kids found the pirate flag. They all rushed over to hand it to Santana.
She hadn't dressed up, but was sporting a sword as well. She had to use it to fend off an attack from the twins' rambunctious friend, Feeny. "Right, right! Well done! Are we ready for cake now?"
"Because what they need right now is more sugar," Matt said, coming over with the camera.
As Quinn watched the children troup into the ship and sit down for cupcakes, singing the birthday song to her boys, she was more than positive about their decision to do this again.
"Boys?"
Neither woman was sure how the twins were still up after all the excitement, but they were. They came shuffling into the living room in their Buzz Lightyear and Frozen pajamas (Kai was obsessed with Elsa and positive that he would marry her one day).
"We have one more present for each of you," Santana said as they climbed onto the couch. She and Quinn passed them each a box.
They'd gotten the hang of opening presents by now (helped along by the grandparents on both sides) and sat staring down at their t-shirts in no time. One was red, the other was blue. Each said the same thing.
"Big brother?"
"That's right," Santana said.
"You and Kai are getting a little sister."
