Hello out there. When I first heard about the idea of Sugar being Brittana's daughter from the future, I thought that was one of the funniest things ever. I just started re-watching the third season, and I realized that Sugar being their daughter from the future could be canon…

I don't own Glee or any of the songs they've used. If I did, well…

Thoughts in italics. Sugar song lyrics in bold.

Please don't complain about the intricacies of time travel on here. Just relax and go with it.

The Purple Piano Project

Sugar had found her Mom's time machine that she had finally finished. Her mothers' 20th wedding anniversary had been approaching. Mami had been so romantic with Mom lately, and Sugar hadn't been able to stop grinning. Her moms were so cute, and she hadn't been able to resist seeing the two of them fall in love from the beginning. Sugar grabbed a bunch of cash and a sports almanac that Puck had left lying around the last time he had visited the Pierce-Lopez family. She made sure to keep the watch in her pocket that would allow her to come back whenever she wanted.

Her aim with the time travel machine had been a little off. She arrived in the summer of 2011 in Lima, Ohio. She had missed the quite a few firsts with between her parents, but as she racked her brain, she realized that she had arrived in time for their senior year.

She had found Al Motta during the summer. He was a gambling man, and she had the results of all the sports events that were coming up. Sugar was definitely Santana's daughter when she had to be. Between the Lopez determination and the Pierce charm, Sugar always got what she wanted. And what she wanted was to pretend to be Al Motta's daughter for an indefinite period of time. She got a parental figure to enrol her at McKinley, and he got a guaranteed income as long as he didn't ask questions.

Sugar wasn't as stupid as she intended to pretend. Her Mom had made sure that a purple piano was in her dance studio, and Sugar knew the story behind it. Her first request from her new "Daddy" had been to donate some purple pianos.

Sugar Motta stopped in her tracks and stared up at the McKinley entrance. This is it, she thought, this is where Mom and Mami fell in love. She clapped her hands and jumped up and down on the spot.

She dashed into the school and stopped in her tracks when she saw Finn walking down the hallway. He looks so young. She flinched as Finn got a Slushee in the face. She grimaced. She had overheard her Mami apologizing to Rachel one day about being responsible for Slushees, and now she understood what they had been talking about. She couldn't help but snort at the stupid look on his face though.

Unfortunately, Sugar realized that high school hadn't changed too much over the years and her first morning was filled with finding her locker, her classes, and her books. She tried to keep an eye out for anyone she might recognize, but didn't see anyone.

A bit downhearted, she headed off to lunch in the cafeteria. She sat with a bunch of random strangers and pulled out her book, not feeling too hungry.

Some kid with a guitar began to play the intro to a song and Sugar's head whipped up. Her mouth dropped when she saw the purple piano in the corner. Teenagers were beginning to gather around it and Sugar couldn't help but grin when she saw a certain pair of Cheerios run around hand in hand.

"We Got the Beat" played and Sugar saw the New Directions for the first time. Damn, Mami and Mom can sing. She kept looking around at the younger versions of the people she knew and then stopped, puzzled.

Where's Aunt Quinn? Quinn was her godmother, but Sugar couldn't see her. She wasn't at the Cheerios table and she wasn't dancing on a table singing with her moms who looked so happy.

Sugar was so confused that she didn't notice Puck drop down in front of her and start doing push ups on the table in front of her. She stared at him wide-eyed as he went off to join the others at the piano. He looks so young. Sugar noticed everyone around her didn't look too impressed with the performance, so she made sure to keep as inconspicuous as possible.

Sugar tensed as she saw a cheerleader throw some food at Rachel, her Mami's old roommate. This is not good. Sugar began looking around for exits as she heard what she feared.

"Food fight!"

Sugar tried to fight her way to an exit, feeling bad for not staying to help her mothers. She looked back and burst out laughing.

That's right, Mami, you're the badass. She shook her head as she watched her Mom throw food at anyone who moved and her Mami hide behind Rachel. Good thing Mom has you covered.

Sugar finally made it into the hallway and finally put her finger on something that had been bothering her: There were no sign up sheets for Troubletones on the extracurricular bulletin boards. Her moms had loved the Troubletones. It was certainly all Mercedes would talk about, and whenever Mercedes came to visit, the three of them would go singing all over the house.

Sugar asked a random staff member where the Troubletones rehearsed and all she got was a funny look. As the teacher walked away, Sugar grew an evil smile. No Troubletones? No problem. I'll just get my own glee club. She thought quickly as she made her way to the choir room. She needed to try out for New Directions and not be selected. Her Mami always made fun of her Mr. Schuester for almost everything, but she could never fault for accepting anyone who wanted to sing. Sugar Pierce-Lopez could sing. Her parents were Santana and Brittany for god's sake. She would have to forget all that vocal training that her parents let her have with Rachel.

She would have to sing terribly enough to not be accepted, but she needed the New Directions to know who she was so that the girls would want to join her group.

Sugar walked to the doorway and tried not to smile too widely at her moms sitting together in the back row.

She heard Mercedes as she waited for her moment to speak.

"Not one single person was inspired by our hot lunch jam to try out, Mr. Schue."

"It's true," Sugar spoke up, "You guys sucked ass."

Sugar kept her smile to herself as she knew she had everyone's attention.

Rachel was the first to respond, "I'm sorry, and you are?"

"I'm Sugar Motta and I have self-diagnosed Asperger's so I can pretty much say whatever I want. I'm like a diplomat's daughter."

"How can we help you, Sugar?" Mr. Schuester asked.

"Here's the deal: I'm awesome and I wanna be a big, big star. When I saw you guys singing and dancing in the cafeteria I thought, I am so much better than you."

Sugar let that sink in.

"Sorry, Asperger's."

"Well, great," Mr. Schuester replied. Sugar tried not to raise an eyebrow. Great? She was channeling her Mami's inner bitch. It's going to take some horrible singing to get this guy to turn me away. "Look, you see guys?" Mr. Schuester continued, "You have inspired an audition. Good job."

Sugar could see her moms watching her. Mami was sizing her up and Mom looked curious. Rachel looked furious.

"Sugar, why don't you show us what you can do. Take your time. Whenever you're ready."

"Get ready to taste some sweet ear candy," Sugar faced the piano player, "Hit it, hottie."

The minute you walked in the joint

Sugar watched as Kurt, her Mami's other old roommate, and Mercedes reacted to her glorious display of tone-deaf singing.

I could see you were a man of distinction

A real big spender

Sugar was trying so hard to keep a straight face. She moved around, enjoying herself and playing to her horrified audience.

Good-looking, so refined

Rachel looked like she was going to be sick.

Wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind

Hey big spender

Spend…a little time…with me

Sugar was a little concerned when she saw her Mom was enjoying herself, but she brushed it off. Her Mom enjoyed everything anyway.

Sugar finished as off-key as she could and waited for the bomb to drop.

"Sugar," Mr. Schuester started.

"Text me the rehearsal sched."

"Of course," he replied and Sugar tried not to be shocked. Really? Thankfully, Rachel didn't disappoint. Sugar saw Rachel kick the back of Mr. Schuester's chair before responding.

"Mr. Schue, stop speaking. Ok, Sugar? We'll be in touch."

"Thank you," Sugar smiled. She knew that Rachel smile, "Bye."

Sugar was so proud of herself, she couldn't resist ruffling the piano player's hair. Sugar knew Rachel that wouldn't let Sugar anywhere near the New Directions during the year they went for Nationals. But she had definitely caught her Mom's attention with that performance, and where her Mom goes, her Mami follows. They're totally going to join my group.

As she walked away down the hallway, Sugar bumped into a skanky-looking girl with pink hair.

"Sorry," Sugar rushed out, "I didn't see you, I –"

"Whatever," the girl responded as she walked away, peering in the choir as she passed it. Sugar was stunned.

Quinn?

Sugar was in the courtyard like most of the school. She was doing her best to keep out of sight so that she could watch her moms uninterrupted. She daydreamed until she saw a young man in bright red pants stand up from the crowd.

Only one man I know can pull those off.

She watched as Blaine danced and sang on the steps. She watched even closer as her Mami joined in as a dancer. She looked over to the side of the steps and noticed the pink-haired Quinn once again.

No way. This had to have been a phase. Aunty Quinn is sooo pretty. At least Mami looks hot… Is that gasoline she's pouring on the piano?

Sugar watched as Quinn flicked a cigarette at the purple fire hazard and watched as flames overtook it.

This is ridiculous, Sugar thought, it's a good thing I showed up when I did. Quinn needs to get a reality check.

A few days passed and Sugar couldn't believe that Mr. Schuester hadn't told her she hadn't made the cut yet. He can't actually be considering me can he? How much of a bleeding heart does he have to be?

She slammed her locker shut in frustration, and was surprised to see Mr. Schuester standing there, looking uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, Sugar. You can't join New Directions." Sugar saw he looked really sad about not accepting her, and she knew she had to seal the deal so that he wouldn't have a doubt in his mind.

"Obviously, your ears are busted, cause I worked that song like a hooker pole. It's no biggie, I'll come in and I'll do it again."

"Sugar, I'm sorry. You can't sing. The answer's no. But I love your enthusiasm and I'd be so happy to work with you –"

Sugar had to end this before he accepted her in New Directions, "You know what? Who cares what you think? Hm? Nobody. You're a washed-up Broadway wannabe who's stuck in Lima and has led the glee club to how many national wins? Oh, I'm sorry, zero. Not Asperger's!"

She stormed out in a tantrum that would've made her Mami proud.

Sugar had bigger problems to deal with. She needed someone to coach the Troubletones and pull Quinn out of her funk. She stopped and laughed to herself. The answer was so obvious: Shelby Corcoran.

She began to run home at the end of the day, but stopped when she passed the auditorium. She peered in smiling, remembering why she never passed up the opportunity to watch her Mom dance, even if it wasn't for a song that she was singing the lead.

Movement from the balcony caught Sugar's eye and she looked up to see Quinn watching wistfully. Oh yeah. Shelby Corcoran is making a return to Lima.

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