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A/N: Co-written with Sha22. I will be posting every Wednesday. Thank you guys for all the reviews, favs and follows. The feedback was mind-blowing. It's going to be a 20/25 chapter story, I hope you're ready for the ride =).


Chapter 2: Is it the Twilight Zone?

As Santana went downstairs to prepare breakfast, Rachel sat on the bed, feeling more confused than ever. Her mind started racing, forming question after question. 'All of this makes no sense at all. Where am I? Why does Santana look older? How can I be a mom and married to Santana Lopez of all people? At least, the older kid could be a cousin of the Latina but what about the little one, Siobhan? She looks just like me. Who brought me here? Did someone drug my bottle of water before the game? Why is Santana being so nice? When will she show her true face? How many people are involved in this?'

So many questions kept coming into her head, it was making her dizzy. She decided to take a shower to clear her mind and maybe come up with a plan. A plan to save herself and leave this house to go back to her dads, to the life she normally lived.

She didn't know if this was Santana's way of saying she was better than her but this prank could only end badly. Rachel was sure the Latina would laugh, saying that she was just a stupid Jewish girl who was gullible and easy to fool with the illusion of a happy family life. All she knew was that she needed to get out of this … confusing situation and go back to where she belonged.

The diva entered the en-suite bathroom and slowly walked to the sink. Once in front of the mirror, her eyes widened in horror as she looked at her reflection. "Oh my god, I have wrinkles." She said at loud. She leaned closer to inspect more and saw little wrinkles on her forehead and under her eyes. "This is terrible! I always have my morning and nightly ritual, how can I have wrinkles? I'm only seventeen!" She went on and on about her face for a while until she remembered something. "Wait, I thought Santana looked different too, she looks … older. Oh my god! And I look older too." She was now completely freaking out. She put her hands on her face, trying to calm herself by massaging her scalp when she noticed something that made her even more frantic.

Rachel brought her left wrist into her line of sight to see a gold star tattooed on her perfect tan skin. "Oh my Barbra, I have a tattoo!" She cried out loud. She really loathed the idea of getting tattooed; her skin was far too precious and delicate for it. She would never allow someone to deface her perfect skin – well not in her right state of mind anyway since she had one on her wrist. She sighed. That wasn't all; she also had a gold wedding band on her ring finger and a really beautiful engagement ring attached to the necklace around her neck.

This was, by far, the worst day to wake up in. She walked towards the shower and undressed without paying attention to the rest of her body before throwing her night dress into the hamper. When she was about to pull off her underwear she spotted on her right hip bone a tattoo of two cheerleading pompoms around an 'S' and that was when she lost it. "This is a nightmare!" She growled before resuming her inspection. It turned out she also had the name of the kids tattooed on each of her ankles.

She pinched the bridge of her nose, feeling slightly light-headed about the discovery of her body covered with tattoos. It made her feel degraded despite how beautiful and fitted the tattoos were on her skin. Overwhelmed by it, she had to sit on the edge of the bathtub to avoid a panic attack. She took several deep breaths, in and out, to keep herself calm. It was a technique she had learned a while ago and she used it every time she felt like she was losing it. After a few minutes, she found the strength to get in the shower, closing her eyes in hope that everything would go away, that the shower would somehow wash it all and she would feel better after that.

Or so she hoped…


Rachel was so engrossed in her thoughts that it took her ages to get out of the shower. In her rush to get to the bathroom, she had completely forgotten to bring clothes with her. She sighed again as she grabbed a towel to dry herself and then wrapped it around her body. The diva walked out of the bathroom and jumped in surprise when she saw Santana sitting on the bed, shamelessly checking her out.

"Breakfast is ready, babe" The raven-haired girl informed her kindly, offering a soft smile.

The brunette wasn't used to seeing that smile, the Latina throwing it very rarely and never in her direction. It threw her off for few seconds before she composed herself. She cleared her throat to answer. "Uh, I'm not hungry. Thank you." The diva mumbled, trying to cover herself because clearly the towel wasn't really covering much of her body as it barely hid her butt cheeks. She felt even more naked with the way Santana was looking at her.

"Since when are we allowed to skip breakfast in this house? Besides, we are not going to see the kids for 2 days; you can come and sit with us." The tan girl rose from the bed, approached the brunette and cupped her cheek. "Seriously though, are you feeling alright?"

The closeness made the small girl draw a sharp breath, still unsure about how to react around this … gentle side of the Latina. The brunette still felt like it was a game and she needed to keep her guard up.

In that moment though, Rachel noticed Santana had a tattoo on her wrist too, saying 'You and I'. Her thoughts were brought to the present when she saw Santana lean in to kiss her. She hastily took a step back and went to the walk-in closet, trying to regulate her breathing. She was feeling … nervous? "Is this my wardrobe?" She asked, trying to change the subject. The diva was also surprised to find the closet full of outfits completely different from her actual style.

"Yeah..." Santana replied, trying to ignore how off her wife sounded. She casually checked her hair in the dresser mirror before speaking. "Oh by the way, we still have a few dresses at the dry cleaner. And I borrowed one of your tee-shirts but that's only because you stole all of my cheerios shirts." She looked at her own clothes and added. "Speaking of shirts, I spilled juice on mine, I need to change." She said calmly. "I'm still not a freaking morning person." She joked.

The Latina removed her tee-shirt and threw it in the laundry bag before joining Rachel in their closet. The brunette stared at the topless girl with wide eyes. She tried to move away but she found herself rooted to the spot. It was so hard not to look at the girl because she was practically giving it to her. The petite diva found herself ogling the girl, which was something she never really did before, not with a man and even less toward a woman. Of course she was capable to acknowledge other girls' beauty but having Santana Lopez this close, it was different. She followed Santana's movements with her eyes as the girl grabbed an old shirt on the top shelf and noticed her tattoos.

'Just how many tattoos has this girl got?' Rachel thought. She could discern a berry tattooed on her right hip bone, the shorts the Latina was wearing were low on her hips, making it easier to see. She didn't miss the fact that it was at the exact same spot as hers. Moving her eyes higher, she spotted a gold star with an 'R' in the middle, on her rib under her left breast. Okay, she tried not to be too obvious in showing her appreciation of her initial and her 'family' name carved on the taller girl's body but, god she felt a strange feeling of power and arousal. Her eyes widened at her own contemplation. 'Wait … what?'

The diva shook her perverted thoughts as she scanned the rest of the girl's body and saw the name of the children on each of her ankles too. When Rachel looked up, she saw Santana smirking at her.

"Don't worry, love, you'll have me all weekend." The raven-haired girl winked at her, running her eyes up and down the singer's body before putting on what seemed like Rachel's old Wicked tee-shirt.

Suddenly very aware of her lack of clothes, Rachel blushed and grabbed the first shirt she could find, which happened to be a cheerios shirt. "Would you mind giving me a little privacy?" She asked, hiding herself behind the shirt. She didn't feel too comfortable with Santana there and not so subtly, checking her out.

The Latina laughed. "Are you serious? Because we saw each other naked a million times. I was there when you gave birth too." Santana's expression became more confused when she saw the seriousness in the little brunette's eyes. "You are serious … Rach …"

Rachel sighed and snapped. "Just get out of this room Santana, I need a minute! Can you do that or am I a hostage that you need to watch closely?"

Santana took a step back, shock written all over her face. First she was accused of pranking her then the girl refused to kiss her and now this? It was more divaness in one morning than Santana could take. "What is wrong with you today? It's not even 9 a.m and I'm already tired of your passive aggressive bullshit! I have done nothing wrong and you're aggressiveness is uncalled for!" She snapped.

"I knew it!" The diva declared, sporting her 'I resolved the puzzle' face. "I knew you were incapable of being nice to me for an extended amount of time." She pointed her index finger towards the Latina.

The raven-haired girl stared at her in complete disbelief. "Rachel, this is not the time for games. Seriously, get a grip or I'll spend our weekend with Q and the kids instead." She sent her a cold glare before storming out of the room.


Rachel sighed heavily once again, it was something she was doing a lot this morning. She started to feel weirdly guilty about what she said to her supposedly 'significant' other but she couldn't help it. Her primary instinct was to attack when she felt in danger and right now, in what looked like another reality, another place or life than hers, she felt in danger and it made her lose control over everything.

She quickly got dressed and applied light make up on her face. Despite what she felt or what was happening, she still needed to look somehow presentable. While she looked around for some mascara, she noticed some picture frames on the dresser. Two of them were photos of the children. The first picture was a close-up of Gabriela wearing her bright smile with a missing tooth. At the bottom of the frame was carved the pet name 'Cricket'. It was so adorable that Rachel found herself smiling.

The other one was a picture of Siobhan. She had Rachel's 'Megawatt' smile painted on her face. She looked absolutely adorable too. This frame was carved with the name 'Kitten'.

Her heart shuddered at the pictures; these were her children, hers and Santana's children. She still couldn't believe what she was seeing; she couldn't be a mother because she was still in high school finishing her senior year, trying to achieve her dream. And the most important thing was that she was in love with Finn, her boyfriend.

'What in the world happened? Why did my life get turned upside down like this?' She wondered.

She felt like crying, she wanted to scream as loud as her lungs could without hurting her vocal cords but she couldn't, she wouldn't. She was a big girl, she didn't cry over things like that. She always fought to get what she wanted and she needed to be strong otherwise she wouldn't make it into Broadway.

Her eyes scanned over the pictures on the dresser once again and landed on an interesting one. It was one of herself and Santana, they were sitting on what looked like a picnic blanket and Santana had her back against a tree. The diva was sitting in front of her, between the Latina's legs.

They looked so peaceful with the taller girl's arms wrapped around her waist. Santana had a big smile on her face, showing her dimples while Rachel was sweetly resting her hand on her cheek, smiling adoringly. They were both looking at each other with so much love and admiration that it startled the diva. That was how she always looked at Finn, but there was something more, like she could feel the raw emotion between them.

Glee never partook in a picnic lunch; she would remember it and the photo didn't look photoshopped either. One more thing to add on the 'Reasons why this can't be a prank' list, she guessed.

Rachel's mind went back to her conversation with Santana, just before she walked out of the room. 'Was it hurt I saw in the girl's eyes? Maybe I could have been nicer… After all if it was a prank, Santana would never have tattooed a gold star with my initial in it. And there is no way Santana and her accomplices could have had the resources needed to do all of this. But is it more rational to think this is a parallel universe than a well thought out and well organized hoax?'

Everything was so confusing. She wanted to know more, needed to know more if she wanted to come back to the life she knew, comeback to Finn, to her dads…

"It's okay, Rachel, you are an actress and you can do this." The brunette told herself.


Rachel made her way downstairs, following the voices she could hear to lead her to the kitchen. She stopped before entering, taking a deep breath and gathering all the courage she could muster.

When the petite brunette emerged into the kitchen, she saw the kids and Santana eating happily while talking about a zoo. Gabriela was talking enthusiastically while the little one was nodding with the same amount of excitement.

She made her presence known and sat on a chair next to Gabriela, sending a shy smile to Santana. She cleared her throat before saying. "Santana…I am sorry…"

"Whatever. Let's just enjoy this family time." The Latina replied without looking at her.

"Mama, do you think aunt Q will let us feed the animals?" The older girl asked with a mouth full of pancake. Siobhan nodded excitedly at her sister's question.

Rachel saw three pairs of eyes looking expectantly at her and quickly understood she had to say something. "First, don't talk with your mouth full." She surprised herself by the motherly tone she used but tried to focus on the conversation. She might be confused and angry by the situation but there was no reason for her to take it on the kids. "Well, hum, if you and… your sister behave I am sure Quinn won't be opposed to it." Judging by the huge smile on the kids ' faces, it must have been an acceptable answer.

"Want Quinnie to buy me a stuffed animal when I'm there." Siobhan stated.

"Siobhan Mariana, we haven't raised you like that." Santana chastised her with a stern look "You don't request a gift, you deserve it and frankly after that, you don't."

The small brunette looked down with a pout.

The diva had noticed, after the small amount of time with the kids, that although Gabriela looked more like Santana, she definitely had her personality. On the contrary, Siobhan was her perfect replica with the personality of Santana, without a doubt feisty.

"Pouting won't change anything, kiddo. Now eat your pancakes, you don't want to be late to see the new Pandas." The raven-haired girl said calmly.

The sadness disappeared as soon as it came when her mother mentioned the animals "We're going to see the big cats too."

"Mama, can we have a cat?" Gabby questioned.

Once again, all eyes turned toward the brunette "Hum, I…"

Suddenly, Santana's phone went off and the girl mouthed 'Saved by the bell' before answering. "Hey Q, what's up? We are finishing our breakfast; we should be at your place in 45 minutes or so. Yeah, okay. No problem. Love you too, bye."

"Why are you saying 'I love you' before you hang up, even when it's not mama?" Gabriela inquired curious.

"Well princessa, it's important to say to the people you care about that you love them now and then. Your mother taught me that." The Latina glanced at the petite brunette. There was something in her eyes that the diva couldn't read. "And it's not the same love I have for your Mama. I love your aunt Quinn like you love your sister. It's the same thing when your Mama talks to uncle Kurt." The raven-haired girl explained gently, tapping the girl's nose and earning a giggle from the girl.

Rachel watched the scene in front of her in awe. She was once again witnessing the gentle and loving side of the taller girl and she couldn't help but find the scene sweet.

The diva pushed back the feeling and focused on the task at hand. This was still Santana Lopez, she chanted again and again to remind herself of how the Latina used to be. The girl in front of her was a completely new person but Rachel knew Santana was a good actress too.

"Oh…" Gabby wrinkled her nose, in deep thought for a minute before replying. "I love you Mami. I love you, Mama." She announced cheerfully.

"Love you, Mami. Love you, Mama." Shay repeated, copying her sister even though she couldn't understand every point of the conversation.

"Awww, I love you too, mijas." Santana told them with a huge grin, feeling the warm fill her heart like each time she heard those melodic words out of her children's mouths.

The children turned to look at their Mama, waiting for a reply. The diva started to panic and for the first time in her life, she was finding herself at a loss for words. "I… Me too."

The Latina looked at her questioningly before shaking her head and rising from her chair. "Come on, Midgets, we need to get ready. Rachel, can you prepare them while I clean up?"

"Yes…" The brunette replied hesitantly. Since when was she reduced to one word sentences? The diva let Gabby led the way to their bedroom while she carried Siobhan in her arms.

"Mama, I can't wait to see the big cats at the zoo with Quinnie." The little one squealed, jumping up and down in Rachel's arms, forcing her to tighten her grip on her to keep her secure.

"Me too! I also want to see the monkeys and the little pandas and… and also the bears." Gabriela explained with excitement.


They reached the kids rooms which were facing each other. The older one's door had a red sunshine with a capital 'G' on it and Shay had a black cat with a red 'S' carved on it.

Rachel put Siobhan down and waited for the kids to go inside their room. She had to admit even though she always knew she wanted children, she had no idea how to behave with them and didn't know what to do next. Luckily Gabriela and Siobhan went inside the older sister's room and the diva just followed suit.

The room was light purple, full of picture frames of the girl on many separate occasions. She was surprised to see a photo of Gabriela in Quinn's arms and Kurt hugging them from behind. Her eyes spotted another picture of 'her' family, with a grinning Gabby holding a trophy. The sound of whines brought her back into the present. She saw the girls were fighting over something.

"Gabby, no!" The little one shouted, trying to grab back what her sister had taken from her.

"Shay, let it go. It's my turn to play with it."

The girls kept doing this back and forth until Rachel had had enough of it. "Hey, hey, girls. Did your mother never tell you to play nice with each other?" The diva asked seriously, not noticing the funny look the children gave her.

"Mama, you are our mother." Gabriela pointed out, forgetting the toy she and her little sister had fought for.

"Of course sweetie, I was talking about your other mother, hum your mom…Mami. I mean, did she?"

'Nice save Rachel.' She thought, mentally giving herself a round of applause. Years of acting class could come handy sometimes. 'Not matter what type of mother Santana is, any parent in their right mind would have told to their kids to share and be nice with each other, right?'

The girls nodded simultaneously and then hung their heads low. The sight made Rachel's heart ache a little. "Hey now, it's okay, just, share next time alright?" The girls nodded again. "Okay so, let's get you two dressed so you can go to the zoo with Quinn."

She looked around the room and her eyes fell upon two set of clothes on the bed that Santana must have prepared earlier. She guided the girls over to the bed and started dressing them.


Once dressed, Gabby grabbed her little pink backpack and put it on. Rachel saw another bag and figured it was Siobhan's. She grabbed it and reached for the younger girl to carry her downstairs.

Santana met them in the hallway and took the bag. Gabriela started singing something about monkeys and zoo, followed by Santana and soon after, as much as she could, Siobhan. The scene made Rachel unconsciously smile widely.

The Latina walked out of the house and toward her car. She opened the rear door and buckled Gabriela in her car seat. Rachel watched the girl and decided to do the same with Siobhan. Once the kids were settled, Santana looked at Rachel for a moment and smiled softly. "I'll be right back, love. Okay?" Santana rubbed the little brunette's arm up and down. "I love you." She said softly and leaned in to give her a kiss. This time, Rachel was too caught up in her thought to avoid it. It was a chaste kiss, something couple did before they started their day.

The diva didn't have the time to respond because Santana was already driving away with the kids.

The brunette was stunned; standing in the middle of the front lawn, with her hand covering her mouth. Santana just kissed her again, but this time she was more awake and more aware of things. She didn't know how to react to that, it took her by surprise but somehow, it felt almost familiar… it was almost like…

'By all Barbra, Patti and Julie, did this innocent kiss felt nice? NO! This is simply unacceptable! I don't know what is going on or what is wrong with me right now, but I need to find answers to this ... this, sick joke! These adorable, cute little children won't make me soft. I need to get to the bottom of this.'