Will

Once Rachel finishes her bottle, we bring her into the living room and sit her down in her new baby swing. We pull off the blanket from over the white board where I have written down some new rules.

Baby is completely dependent on Mommy and Daddy, they will do everything for you.

You will only use baby talk unless we tell you otherwise.

You do not touch your diapers, that is Mommy and Daddy's job.

You will wear what we put you in.

You may only crawl in the house. If we go out, we may put you on a baby leash. Other than that, you'll be carried or in a stroller.

You will drink from bottles or be fed whatever food we give you in your high chair. You may eat with your hands or Mommy and Daddy will feed you.

You will take naps throughout the day and you will go to bed when we say.

We are not "Will and Emma" we are "Mommy and Daddy" or "Mama and Dada"

You will use your diapers, do not ask to use the potty.

If you disobey, you will get spanked and a time out.

"Does baby Rachey have any questions for Mommy and Daddy?" Emma coos.

"What about school?" Rachel asks.

"From now on, I'm going to be a stay at home mom. We've told the school you're being home schooled, but you will go with Daddy and I when he has to do stuff with the Glee club," Emma explains.

"What if I refuse?"

I laugh. "You can't Rachel. You're under our control. Anything else?" She just shakes her head. I lift her up and grab the keys. Emma slips a pacifier in her mouth and we walk out the door, putting her in the backseat. We get up front and I pull out.

"Where are we going?" Rachel asks.

"Only baby talk," Emma reminds her. Neither of us bother to answer her question and we drive to the mall. Emma reaches into her bag and pulls out a child harness. I open the door and let Rachel out, Emma putting the harness around her waist, holding the leash as we walk in. I slide a pacifier into her mouth and we head towards Babies "R" Us. She tries to hide her head but it's no use. We go in the store and head straight for the strollers. Rachel stands there, sucking on the pacifier, her face beet red.

Once they select one, they put her in and she kicks her legs. "Nuw!" Rachel whines from behind the pacifier. They just laugh.

"Aw, is baby trying to say something to Mommy and Daddy?" I coo, tickling her chin. I push her stroller over to the home section. Emma and I pick out a crib, changing table along with a pack and play.

Rachel

I sit in the stroller, pouting. This is so humiliating.

"Mr. Schue?" I hear a very perky and annoying voice come from behind us. Will turns my stroller around and I come face to face with Quinn Fabray. No, no, no.

"Oh hey Quinn," Will says with a smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Just picking up a gift for a shower," she explains. She peers into the stroller. "Rachel? Is that you?

"It is," Emma says. "Rachel's our little baby now."

Quinn smirks. Oh no. "And what a cute wittle baby she is," Quinn coos, kneeling in front of the stroller and pinching my cheeks, hard. I let out a whimper. "Oh and what a fussy wittle baby." She stands up, looking at my new parents. "You know, Mr. and Mrs. Schue, I can babysit whenever needed." My eyes widen.

"That sounds great, thank you Quinn," Emma says. "We'll give you a call tonight."

"Awesome." She kneels back down and kisses my nose. "See you later Rachey Bear." And with that, she's off. Surely tapping away on her smartphone.

As we're in line checking out, I feel my stomach rumble. I look up at Emma. "Hungry," I say from behind my pacifier.

"Alright sweetums, we'll stop by the food court and get you something to eat." Once we're done, they push me out into the food court and Emma puts me on her lap. She puts a bib around my neck and Will walks off, coming back holding a kid's meal. He cuts it up into tiny pieces and removes my pacifier, holding it up to feed me.

"Wanna eat like big girl," I say, using a baby lisp.

"Well you're not a big girl." Will coos as he feeds me. I glare at him as he continues to feed me and then stick a bottle in my mouth. I suck on it, still glaring at him. "I think babykins needs a nap when we get home." I finish my bottle and then they put me back in the stroller before pushing me out to the car. Will puts in my new car seat and straps me in. I'm silent the entire drive home. When we get home, I'm taken upstairs, a new pacifier is put in my mouth and I sit there while Will sets up my nursery in the guest room. Once he's done, I'm placed in the crib and they walk out.

I wait a good five minutes before spitting out my pacifier and start biting at my mittens. They get loose and fall off. I remove my booties and take off my dress. I scale the crib, getting out and rip off the diaper. Shaking my hair out of the pig tails, I run to the closet, trying to find something I can wear, but all of it is baby dresses and onesies. I go to grab the least babyish thing: khakis that snap at the crotch and a white shirt with a ruffled collar. I go to put them on when the door swings open. I spin around and see Will standing there.

"Well, well, well."