Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my OC Izzy and even she has a mind of her own so I can't take responsibility for her.

Author's Note: I'm glad people seem to be liking what I'm dishing out, that's all I hoped for. This is a bit more serious than my previous fics as it chronicles the morning before Izzy's first day of Kindergarten. Anyway I hope you continue to enjoy and review!

Santana's POV

"Brittany are you sure she has to start today? I mean we can keep her at home and she can go to work with me, me and the others at the office are smarter than any teacher she could possibly have. Matthew the accountant can teach her math, Lisa the secretary can teach her how to read and write, ooh and type. Ryan the mail boy can be her Phys. Ed. Teacher, he runs up and down flights of stairs all day." Santana looked at her wife pleadingly as she sat at their kitchen table anxiously.

Brittany remained at the counter, shaking her head as she prepared two steaming cups of coffee. One was set down in front of the already jittery woman (she'd secretly made it a decaf) while she nursed the other cup herself. "San don't be ridiculous. Yes, she has to go. Don't make to big a deal out of this, if you freak out then Izzy will freak out and the two of you freaking out together is never a good thing."

Santana sipped on her decaf, chewing her lip nervously as she looked down into the cup. "How am I not supposed to freak B? Our baby girl is starting Kindergarten today! This isn't daycare, she won't be playing with blocks and waiting around for naptime. We're not dropping her off at ten and picking her up at one! We're dropping her off at eight and she's stuck there until three! Three! Britt, Izzy hates being cooped up."

Worried brown eyes looked up into her wife's eyes as Brittany leant forward and put a hand on Santana's knee. "I know S, I know this is big for her and for us but it'll all be just fine. Just relax, breath in and out. Envision yourself on Old McDonald's Farm."

Santana raised her eyebrow and sighed, taking another sip and beginning to calm a bit. "We've never been without her for more than a few hours at a time and now she'll be gone for seven hours a day, five days a week. And w-what about the other kids, what if they tease her? I won't be there to protect her Britt." Brittany moved forward into her wife's lap, hugging her close as the Latina's breath hitched. Santana clung to Brittany, eyes watery but no tears spilling.

"Oh San, we'll get used to it. She'll get used to it. You know her, she's strong like her Mami. If any of those kids give her lip she's not just going to sit back and take it, she'll fire back. She learned from the best." Brittany gently gripped Santana's chin, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on her lips drawing a smile from her.

The Latina nodded, turning her head to drop a kiss on the blonde's cheek and hugging her close. "Thanks for this. I know I'm being all stupid and emotional but I can't help it. I'll get over it." Their lips met again, the kiss slowly deepening as they got lost in each other. They broke apart when they heard the sound of tiny footsteps drawing ever closer.

Both women acted as if nothing had just happened, as if Santana hadn't been on the verge of pulling her daughter out of school and having her educated in a law office. Brittany got up to pick a bowl and spoon out of the cabinet, setting them down as Isabelle walked into the kitchen dressed in a long-sleeved red and white baseball shirt, yellow and blue pajama pants, mismatched socks, and her light up sneakers. Unaware of the looks her mothers were giving her she hopped up into her seat at the kitchen table. "Fruity Loops please!"

With her eyes still focused on her daughter, Brittany grabbed the Fruit Loops from the top shelf and put them in front of Isabelle while Santana passed her the milk. The five year old muttered a quick thank you and began pouring the milk, kicking her feet and humming as she began to munch on her breakfast. Brittany took another sip of her coffee before broaching the subject. "Uhm Izzy, sweetie, why aren't you dressed for school?"

"Oh I am. You and Mami told me to wear what feels comfortable so I did. I was gonna wear my Batman mask but that'd be weird looking." She obliviously continued her meal. Once she was done eating and much to Izzy's dismay Santana took her back to her room to change into something a bit more suitable (The long sleeve stayed but the pajamas were replaced with jeans and the light up sneakers with white sneakers. However, the socks remained mismatched, on this Isabelle wouldn't budge).

Much too soon for Santana's liking it was time for them to take Izzy to school and in no time the three of them were parked in front of Maxon Elementary School. As Brittany and Santana walked Isabelle towards the school steps they advised her on proper school manners.

"Now remember, only raise your hand if you know the answer."

"Be polite during lunch, chew all your food before swallowing, elbows off the table, don't talk with your mouth full."

"Don't talk while the teacher's talking. And don't be a smart ass."

"Santana! Language!"

"I get it! I know how to behave, geez. I'll see you both after school." The five year old blonde rolled her eyes, ponytail bobbing as she turned away from her bickering mothers as she walked towards the door. Before she made it to far Santana rushed forward and hugged her tight. With red cheeks Izzy hugged her back and welcomed the small goodbye kiss on the forehead from Brittany before waving back at them and heading through the doors. Neither woman said a word as they headed back home, Santana fighting the urge to make a u-turn.

Izzy's POV

Izzy woke up that morning terrified of what was to come. Today would be her first day of school and mama had explained to her that it was kind of like daycare except it was longer and someone would be teaching her a bunch of things like reading, writing, and math. Isabelle wasn't sure how much they could teach her, she already knew how to read and write a little, she knew her ABCs and she was pretty sure that two plus two equals four.

But she knew there was no way out of it so she dragged herself out of bed and picked her outfit, looking to be as comfortable as possible to make up for the strange new environment she'd encounter today. Once she had strapped her light up sneakers on she hopped off the bed and went to pick up her mask before reconsidering it and heading out the door. As she walked down the hallway Izzy began thinking of ways she could get out of going to school.

She was scared, when they took Isabelle to sign her up for the school she was blown away by the size. It was like a castle but instead of princesses and knights there was a bald man in a suit. There'd be so many new people there, so many people she didn't know. Aunt Rachel and Aunt Quinn said Dianna would be going there too but that didn't make her feel much better. What if the other kids didn't like her or made fun of her, she knew most girls didn't like Batman and Spider-Man like she did and that she sometimes said and did weird things. What if she didn't understand what they were trying to teach her. Sure she knew her ABCs but she still sometimes got lost around LMNOP (sometimes it sounded like Elmo to her). There were a lot of numbers too, how could she remember them all.

Izzy shook her head, trying to rid herself of all these thoughts knowing that the more she thought of it the more worried she'd get. There'd be enough time to worry once she got there. She stopped right outside the kitchen door when she overheard her mothers talking. "And w-what about the other kids, what if they tease her? I won't be there to protect her Britt." Izzy knew her mother rarely showed this much emotion and that she was one of the few things she ever worried about. The whole time Izzy thought she was the only one nervous but as she listened to them talk she could tell they were worried too.

It was then she decided that she'd be brave for them and not show them she was worried. If she was ok with it then they'd be ok with it and her Mama was right, she wouldn't let the other kids get her down. She was Isabelle Lopez, Superhero in training! She'd just have to look at school as the first step towards becoming a sidekick and then eventually some kind of superhero. Or a lawyer like her Mami, they beat the bad guys without capes. Plus they raked in the big bucks.

She was unhappy when they made her get changed, she thought she was supposed to be as comfortable as possible in whatever she wore to school. As she changed her mother gave her a weird look she couldn't place, Mami looked sorta sad but there was something else there. Maybe she was hungry. Still, she was changed and much to soon for her liking she was in the backseat on the way to school. She watched the city pass by, keeping her nerves in check as Mama just talked about one of the new dance students she had and Mami was mostly quiet.

The advice they gave her as they walked towards the steps had the undesired effect of only making her more nervous the closer they got to those big double doors that would lead her into the school and away from her parents. She'd had enough, "I get it! I know how to behave, geez. I'll see you both after school." Izzy knew it was slightly bratty but she was worried and the faster they left the sooner she could stop pretending not to be.

It took a lot not to cry when Santana hugged her. When she looked around at the other kids it looked like it was perfectly normal for kids and parents to cry on the first day of school but she wouldn't because Lopez's didn't cry. And because she didn't want them to cry. Brittany planted a kiss on her head and a moment later she was heading through those double doors into unfamiliar territory.