After picking up the Kid's medicine and carrying them to their apartment, Santana sets the Kid on the couch as Rachel sets the smallest one next to the Kid. Covering them with the blanket, Rachel hurries over to the kitchen and makes two hot chocolates. One of them filled half way and mostly milk to keep it cool but warm.
Wondering where Santana disappeared to, Rachel looks around her. Spotting Santana exit their bedroom, Santana has clothes in her hands. Disappearing into the washroom, Rachel wonders if Santana is going to get them cleaned up.
"Hey, Kid?" Santana calls out softly making the Kid turn to her, "Come over here and take a nice warm bath. Rachel will have your hot drinks made by the time you get out."
Seeing the worry in the Kid's eyes, Santana sighs.
"Nothing bad will happen to your friend, or daughter, or sister. Whatever she is to you." Nodding, the Kid stands up and lifts the little girl up into her arms with the blanket wrapped around the little girl.
Allowing them to go into the washroom, Santana follows and gets everything set up.
"I'll be in the kitchen with Rachel." Santana whispers kneeling down in front of the Kid, "May I take her when she is finished her bath?" Allowing the Kid to search her eyes and face, she finally shrugs her shoulders, "We won't hurt her. I promise." After a few minutes of silence, Santana knows the Kid is having a debate in her mind. Finally she nods, "We'll be in the kitchen. You can keep the door open if you like or can close it. It's up to you."
Leaving them, Santana moves into the kitchen and joins Rachel at the table where four cups sit.
"How are they?" Rachel asks gently.
"Scared, but the Kid is going to allow the little girl to come out and join us when she finished cleaning her up." Santana reveals.
"That's good. Slowly easing up to us. Mostly you."
"I don't know how. I'm a bitch, Rachel. I terrify people and," Santana pauses hearing feet behind her. Turning to face a scared Kid and little girl, they have towels around them, "What are you doing, Kid?" Finding that the Kid won't look at her, Santana sighs, "Kid, can you talk to me please?"
"What," The Kid clears her throat, "Would you like me to do, Miss?" Looking to Rachel confused, Santana looks back at the Kid, who is staring at her with tears in her eyes, "Please tell me what to do?"
"Go have a bath and get cleaned up." Santana frowns and speaks softly. Nodding, the Kid heads back with the little girl.
Returning a half hour later, the little girl runs out naked, crying badly and dry.
"Mama!" The little girl screams. Bolting to the bathroom, Santana gasps finding the Kid shaking in the bathtub, holding her knees to her chest, struggling to breathe.
"Kid," Santana whispers kneeling down immediately. Dipping her hand into the really hot water, which is still running, Santana turns it off. Going to touch the Kid, she lets out a scream and backs into the cold wall.
"Santana?" Rachel's voice is heard.
"Rachel, keep the little girl out and take her to our room. Don't come out until I come get you or call out to you." Santana orders gently facing her fiancée.
"Okay." Rachel nods picking up the little girl. Hearing the little girl's cries, the Kid responds.
"Sam!" The Kid gasps hurrying to her feet but Santana slows her down.
"Kid, breathe." Santana whispers softly, "You need to calm down."
"Give. Me. Sam." The Kid growls glaring at Santana through her tears.
"Sam is okay. I got Rachel to take her to our bedroom to get her calm and to not see you like this."
"Sam is okay?" The Kid whimpers.
"I promise you she is okay." Santana promises. Nodding, the Kid takes slow breaths to calm her breathing. Surprising Santana and herself, the Kid leans over and hugs the adult tightly. Hugging the Kid back, Santana strokes her wet, cold hair, "Let's get you dry and dressed. Then you and Sam can have the hot chocolate."
"Okay." The Kid whispers, sniffling. Blushing, Santana smiles.
"I'll be in the kitchen." Santana speaks gently. Leaving the bathroom, Santana goes into the bedroom and changes into her pyjamas before allowing Sam to return to the Kid.
Exiting their bedroom, Rachel and Santana take their seats again and sip on their hot chocolates.
When the Kid and Sam come out all clean, dry and dressed, Sam holds onto the Kid's hand tightly.
"Hey, Kid." Rachel smiles, "Hi, Sam." Slipping herself behind the Kid, Sam looks at the adults shyly and scared.
"Ready for your hot chocolates?" Santana asks. Not getting a response, Santana gets to her feet, freaking the Kid and Sam out. Letting out a small scream, the Kid guards Sam, narrowing her eyes in a glare, "Breathe, I wasn't going to do anything to hurt either of you." Sighing, Santana doesn't know what to do, neither does Rachel.
"Mama," Sam whimpers. Turning to her, the Kid picks Sam up, "Thirsty."
"I know." The Kid whispers so softly that Santana and Rachel barely heard her.
"Have a seat." Rachel slowly gets to her feet and pulls out two chairs. Taking a seat on one, Santana gets the Kid's and Sam's drinks. Knowing the smallest cup is Sam's, the Kid takes a sip from her hot chocolate.
Chugging down the warm hot chocolate, Sam smiles happily. Snuggling into the Kid, Sam closes her eyes peacefully.
"Hey, Kid?" Rachel speaks up once the Kid is finished her drink, "May we know your name?"
"No." The Kid states looking Rachel in the eye.
"But," Rachel starts.
"Rachel, leave her be for now." Santana steps in knowing Rachel would bug her until she gets her name or frighten her, "So Kid, is Sam your daughter?"
The Kid nods, "How long as we staying?"
"Until Children's Services finds you and Sam a home." Nodding again, the Kid looks down.
"Uhm," The Kid stutters, "If they split Sam and I up, please fight for Sam." Gently getting the Kid to look at her by lifting her chin, tears stream down the Kid's face.
"You two won't be split up." Santana argues.
"If they do. Please promise me."
"We will." Rachel agrees, "Then we will look for you."
"We won't allow them to split you and Sam apart, Kid. But if it came down to that, Rachel and I will do whatever we can to get Sam." Santana frowns knowing the Kid's fear is losing her daughter.
"Thank you." The Kid sniffles wiping her tears.
"Mama?" Sam earns everyone's attention, but her brown eyes are only on the Kid, "Mama, no cry." Sam whimpers with tears in her eyes.
"Shh, I'm okay, Sam." The Kid whispers pecking Sam's quivering lips, "I'm okay." Hugging Sam to her, Sam tries to force her tears back but they fall.
"I bet you both are tired." Rachel speaks, "We'll pull out the pull-out bed." Getting up, Santana and Rachel head over to the couch and pulls out the bed. Using the spare bed sheets, the couple makes the bed. Once the bed is ready, Santana walks over to their two young guests as Rachel puts the pillows on the bed.
"May I take her and you can crawl into bed?" Santana asks gently.
"Uh." The Kid looks to the now sleeping Sam, before weakly nodding. Gently lifting Sam into her arms, Santana calms her nervously as the Kid gets up. Once the Kid is in the bed, Santana places Sam in the middle of the bed before using the couch cushions as a barrier for Sam. Trying to pull the blankets up without moving too much, Santana and Rachel covers them up. Kissing the young girls goodnight, Rachel turns off the light but leaves the kitchen and bathroom lights on.
"Good night, Kid." Santana whispers kissing the Kid's forehead.
"Good night." The Kid smiles weakly, "And thank you. For everything."
"You are very welcome." Santana smiles.
During the night, Dani awakes to shivering. Groaning, Dani reaches over to Sam and feels her warm skin.
"Mama?" Sam whispers with her teeth chattering.
"I'm here." Dani yawns. Pulling the covers toward Sam, Sam moves over so she is pressed against Dani. Holding Sam to her, Dani sings softly to Sam, which Sam listens and starts to fall asleep.
Falling back to sleep herself, the shivering stops as Sam tucks her head under Dani's chin.
As morning dawns, Dani awakes slowly to soft clinging and the smell of food cooking. Hearing her stomach growl, Dani awakes fully to no Sam.
"Sam?" Dani whispers sitting up in the bed. Looking at the TV, there is Sam sitting on the floor watching a weird show Dani doesn't know the name of, "Sam."
"Mama!" Sam squeals turning to Dani. Getting up, Sam gets up on the bed carefully before cuddling into Dani.
"What are you watching?"
"Don't know." Sam shrugs her shoulders looking at the TV that has fairies, "Fairies!"
Laughing quietly Dani listens to Sam's giggle.
"Good morning." Rachel catches Dani's attention.
"Morning." Dani speaks quietly.
"Sam is watching a show called, Winx Club." Rachel informs her, "Santana is making breakfast. Are you or Sam allergic to anything?"
"No." Dani shakes her head.
"Good." Rachel smiles, "Uhm," Rachel looks behind her at Santana then turns back to Dani, "We have a friend who is staying with us for a few days. Do you mind?"
"It's your home, so it's your choice." Dani frowns.
"Kid," Rachel moves slowly until she sits down on the bed, "This is your home too. Your opinion matters. Not just mine or Santana's, yours and Sam's count too."
"I'm scared." Dani admits.
"I know. Would you like Santana and I to tell you all about him?"
"Him?" Dani stutters.
"He's gay and won't hurt you. If he tries, Santana will go after him." Gently reaching out, Rachel rubs Dani's arm soothingly, "We will protect you and Sam."
"Uh," Dani whispers, "When does he come?"
"Tonight. Santana and I will talk to see if you would like our room to feel more comfortable." Nodding, Dani looks down at Sam who is silent and watching her mom and Rachel talk.
"Mama?" Sam speaks up as the silence goes on, "Food please."
Blushing, Dani looks up at Rachel who has a smile.
"Follow me." Getting up, Rachel smiles at the two young girls. Leading them into the kitchen all three of them take their seats. Once the food is finished, Dani goes to get up to help Santana serve them, but Santana stops her.
"I got it, Kid. Thank you though." Santana smiles. As they eat breakfast in silence, Dani starts to lose it.
"So, uhm." Dani starts trying to get her thoughts straight and keeps her eyes on her plate, "What is your friend like?" Looking up with fear in her brown eyes, Santana's heart breaks.
"His name is Kurt Hummel." Rachel informs her, "He's a few months older than Santana and I. He's really kind and helpful. Though, he and Santana always butt heads. It's fun teasing not hurtful teasing."
"Don't worry, Kid. You and Sam come before he does." Santana smiles softly, "Just stay close to myself or Rachel when you or Sam feel uncomfortable."
"That's all of the time." Dani admits.
Hearing a knock on the door, Dani jumps at the same time Sam gasps nervous. Shielding Sam, Dani looks to the door which is where Rachel is. As the door opens, Santana stands next to Dani and Sam, protectively.
"Kurt, what are you doing here so early?" Rachel asks allowing Kurt Hummel to walk in.
"Blaine and I had a fight. Oh, you have guests." Kurt smiles looking at Dani and Sam.
"Kurt, please stay away from them for now." Santana narrows her eyes.
"Why?"
"They are staying here. They come before you." Nodding, Kurt sighs.
"I'll leave." Heading back to the door, Rachel stops him.
"Kurt, you can stay. But you need to know that our guests' needs need to come first."
"Of course." Kurt nods again.
"Rachel, could you take Kurt to our room to fill him in and I will fill the kids in?" Santana asks politely.
"Sure." As soon as the door closes, Santana moves so she is kneeling in front of Dani and Sam.
"Are you both okay?" Santana whispers. Before Santana could blink, tears fall from Dani's eyes as Sam gives Santana a hug.
"Take care of her." Dani whimpers before getting up. Thinking Dani is just going to take a moment for herself, Santana whirls around hearing the apartment door open.
"KID!" Santana shouts as Dani bolts out the open door, "Rachel! Kurt!"
Hearing them run out, Santana passes Sam to Rachel before running as fast as she can out of the door.
Running in the cold, Santana is in bare feet, but she knows the Kid is in a worse appearance.
"Kid!" Santana calls out. She is scared for the Kid and her health. Santana knows that the Kid must trust her a lot for leaving her daughter with them, "Kid!"
Arriving to the first alleyway, Santana hurries down it, in search of the Kid. After checking every hiding place she could think of, Santana takes off in a run but stops seeing the alley entrance blocked by guys in black.
"Where do you think you are going?" A guy asks. It's the same guy as last night. The one who was going to hurt the Kid, "Lost that little brat?"
"Get out of my way." Santana clenches her teeth furiously.
"No." Hearing a bang behind her, Santana turns with the guys to look at the source, "Check it out." The guy orders one of the guys. Doing what he is told, the guy pulls out the source. The Kid. Putting the gun to the Kid's head, Santana is in shock, "Where is my money?" The guy growls.
"I told you last night. I don't have it!" The Kid snaps not even afraid.
Noticing that the Kid is very pale, Santana watches in horror. The Kid sways on her feet before collapsing.
"Kid!" Santana gasps before running over. Slipping and sliding on the ice, Santana kneels down next to the Kid.
"Let's go." The guy orders his minions. As they leave, tears fill Santana's eyes.
"How's Sam?" The Kid whispers with her teeth chattering.
"Let's get you inside." Santana sniffles. Lifting the Kid into her arms, Santana hurries to the apartment and into the warmth.