A/N: This chapter was originally half the length but I figured having 2 short chapters in a row would be mean. So, there you go!

To those wondering how long this fic would be, I honestly don't know. Maybe 1 more chapter, maybe 2 more chapters, or maybe up to 15 chapters. My point is: I suppose as long as I feel inspired and I see people still reading, I'll continue adding to the fic. But meanwhile, I'm pursuing another story idea on the sideline, though if that comes to fruition, it's going to be a far cry from this one.

But that's not important, what's important is how Santana and Quinn fare as babysitters.


"No."

"Come on Santana, it's just going to be for a day."

"No."

"At least think about it."

Santana thought it an achievement when she actually considered for a moment, but then she shook her head, "Okay, thought about it. No."

"But baby!" Quinn whined, her shoulders slumped over in disappointment.

"The baby is precisely why I'm saying no," Santana replied smartly.

"She's not a baby anymore, she's like a year and three months old."

"As long as she's drinking milk from a bottle, she's a baby."

"But you said we'll spend my whole summer vacation together."

Santana frowned and shrugged a little, "I'm sure we can afford a day or two apart."

"….."

When she didn't hear a response, Santana turned from the coffee machine to see her girlfriend sulking with her arms crossed over her chest. She let out a long-suffering sigh, "It's just for one day right?"

Quinn immediately perked up, "Yes."

Her expression was so hopeful that Santana couldn't find it in herself to say no but she still had a reputation to uphold. No way was she making it that easy.

"When is this again?"

"Next Tuesday. I've already checked your schedule. The bar is going to be closed that week for that renovation thing you told me about. I thought we could make it a holiday, you know? My sister has a guest room and there's an awesome beach just a twenty-minute drive away. You've been wanting to wear that new bikini you bought, haven't you?"

"Trust me, I can wear my bikini anywhere," Santana scoffed with pride.

"Yeah but imagine all the attention you'll be getting on the beach…. And from me," Quinn breathed huskily into her girlfriend's ear, walking her fingers up the brunette's arm to the sensitive spot on her neck, "So how about it?"

"Alright, fine, fine, fine," Santana finally conceded and Quinn squealed in delight.

"Thanks babe," the blonde leaned forward to peck her on the lips, happiness radiating off her in waves.

And that was how Santana found herself roped in for her first ever babysitting stint.


Day 1 - Afternoon

"Quinnie! You look amazing!" Frannie exclaimed the moment she opened the door, pulling her sister into a warm hug, "Thanks so much for doing this! You too Santana."

"It's so nice to see you too," Quinn gushed back, equally enthused at seeing her sister. The last time she had visited her sister's family in Los Angeles was during the New Year holidays. Ariel had just not even turned one then. Now, it was June and she was excited to see just how much her niece had grown. Skype just had nothing on a face-to-face meet up.

"Where's Ariel and Nick?" she glanced around the house after Frannie had all but pushed them in, eager to set eyes on her niece.

"I'll take you to her later. She's taking her afternoon nap and Nick," Frannie rolled her eyes and it was no mystery as to who Quinn got her infamous eye roll from, "He's watching her sleep. You would think we're going to be away for a month instead of just three days."

Quinn's eyes widened and she shook her head subtly but the damage had already been done.

"What? What's wrong?"

Before Quinn could answer, Santana stepped in, her voice smooth and silky like a python, "I don't mean to be rude but did you just say you'll be away for three days?"

"Yes, we're so excited! After Ariel was born, Nick and I have had no time to ourselves," Frannie rambled on, unaware of the titan she had just unleashed.

Santana simply smiled politely and waited till Frannie had turned back around before giving Quinn's arm a merciless pinch.

"Ow!"

"What the hell Quinn," Santana hissed under her breath, smile turned into a snarl. Quinn wondered how Frannie had missed the pointy teeth, "You said one day!"

"There were a few last minute changes," Quinn said apologetically then had to muffle a yelp when Santana pinched her again, "Stop that! That's domestic abuse!" she hissed back, rubbing at her sore arm. It was definitely going to bruise.

"It's not that bad. It's just an extra day."

"Frannie said three days!"

"Well, today is more of a half day and Frannie and Nick will be back on Thursday afternoon so that's a half day too!" Quinn tried to reason but her girlfriend was adamant.

"But your sister said three days! It's not really co…Don't give me that look," Santana narrowed her eyes warily when Quinn turned puppy eyes on her, "That's against the rules!"

"Oh come on," Quinn decided to change tactics. She took Santana's hand in hers and swung it playfully, "We're already here, and Frannie has a King-sized bed," she sing-sang, adding a wet kiss on Santana's neck for good measure.

"You..you suck," Santana responded feebly but did not pull away.

"I sure can, if that's what you want."

Santana only groaned in reply.

It was obvious who had won the round.


Santana watched moodily as Quinn cooed over the creature.

Frannie and her husband had left not fifteen minutes when the creature had started wailing at the top of its voice and God, did it have a set of pipes. She thought it might even be able to give Rachel a run for her money.

For both of their sakes, she was glad that Quinn had managed to stop the creature's cries. For one, she was getting a massive headache. Two, although they generally spent 70% of their time arguing, Santana really liked what Quinn and her shared. But she would be a fool if she thought their relationship was actually strong enough to withstand a murder, specifically her killing Quinn's niece. And she was no fool. That would probably be written as one of the "DO NOT DOS" in a relationship – Do not kill your girlfriend's niece.

They should also probably have added, "Do not force your girlfriend to babysit" in that black book. Why wasn't that law? Life was so unfair.

"Santana, come and take a look at her. Isn't she adorable?" Quinn twittered and Santana swore she saw heart shapes appear in her girlfriend's eyes.

Yep. This was definitely the worst vacation ever. Not only was she going to have to share her girlfriend with that creature, she was also going to be expected to shower attention on the very thing that she wanted to strangle.

Life was definitely unfair.

"Santana, come here. I want to introduce you."

"What for? She's like one –"

"One year and 3 months," Quinn corrected.

"It's not as if she'll remember me," Santana complained but shuffled over anyway.

Since she was there, she decided she might as well take a good look to size up the competition. After a five second once-over, she stuck her chin up, unimpressed.

"Ariel, this is Santana, my girlfriend. Say hello!"

"Lo," the creature said and lifted up one fat paw in greeting, "Ana!"

Okay, so it was pretty smart for a one-year plus old thing.

"Awww, she likes you babe. You think Santana is pretty too?"

"Pwetty!" Ariel cheered and nodded, waving the paws around.

Okay, so she was smart and had good taste.

Then, the creature flashed its dimples and stared up at her with its huge, blue eyes and okay, maybe it looked kind of human. And she was kind of cute with those rosy cheeks and fluttering lashes. But still, did she always have to have that expression?

"What's wrong with her face?" she finally blurted out, unable to keep it in any longer.

"What? What's wrong with her face?" Quinn turned her niece around on her lap, running anxious eyes over the little girl's profile.

"There's something wrong with her face," Santana repeated, gesturing vaguely at Ariel's face, "It's all scrunched up and crumpled, like a piece of paper."

There was a few seconds of silence, then, "It's called smiling, Santana. Perhaps you should try it some day," she said dryly.

"Well get her to stop it. It's not attractive."

To Ariel, Santana said, "Stop that. Why are you always smiling? What do you know?"

That was all she got out before Quinn shoved her face away.


Day 1 – Night

Santana was waiting impatiently for Quinn to join her in bed. Her girlfriend was currently putting Ariel to sleep in her crib but dammit, why was she taking so long? She was getting all lonely and cold in Frannie's king-sized bed. Not to mention bored. And sex-deprived.

She huffed and had just gotten off the bed with the intention of searching for her girlfriend when the latter opened the door.

"Oh," was all Quinn said when she set eyes on the scantily clad brunette. A low and nagging ache started from her belly and travelled all the way down to her groin.

"What the hell took so long?" Santana complained, running frustrated fingers through her messy locks as she stood by the bed in nothing but her lingerie, "I thought I was going to have to do this by myself."

How Santana looked so adorable and so fucking sexy even when she was sulking was anyone's guess but that had always been a talent of hers, and Quinn didn't care as long as she got to touch her.

She strode forward and brought her girlfriend to her in one hard jerk. The surprise on Santana's face made her laugh. She was hardly aggressive but whenever she was, it never failed to stupefy Santana and in turn, amuse Quinn. She thought their slap fights would have been a hint as to how aggressive she could be in bed but apparently not.

She twined her finger around Santana's hair and leaned down to plunder the lips she so loved. No matter how many times she did it, kissing Santana was always exciting. Santana's kisses were dependent on her mood and this kiss was especially ravenous. Their tongues battled and their teeth nipped. Hands slid over skin, kneaded, scraped and scratched, and soon enough, Quinn had to break the kiss so that Santana could tug her t-shirt over her head.

"Someone's impatient," she husked, hazel eyes twinkling and face flushed from both want and exertion.

"Less talking, more kissing," Santana commanded, pushing Quinn to the bed with her body, "More using of the king-sized bed."

When Quinn laughed again, Santana bit her shoulder and shut her up. Together, they tumbled onto the bed, Quinn's hair spreading over the sheets like a pool of wild honey.

But even when they were lying down, there was no rest. They wrestled, rolled and groped, both competing to be the top. When Quinn finally surrendered, Santana whooped in triumph, the action a clue to her silly and playful nature that only people close to her had the privilege to see.

"You're a dork," Quinn panted, her hands positioned over her girlfriend's hips.

"I'm your dork," Santana corrected as she bent over to place an especially tender kiss on Quinn's lips.

When her hand slipped under the wiring of Quinn's bra to fondle the breast she had found, Quinn found she couldn't disagree. Instead, she moaned and arched up, her hips bucking under Santana for more contact.

Through the haze of pleasure and the roaring in her head, it took a long ten seconds before Quinn heard the crying in the background.

"Do you hear that?" she murmured against Santana's lips, though her hands never stopped sliding up and down her girlfriend's toned body. God, she loved how Santana felt.

"Hear what?" Santana nibbled on her lips, trailing down to place wet kisses on her neck, her chest, her stomach even as her nimble fingers started work on the button of her shorts.

"Wait wait," Quinn breathed, pushing Santana's head away. She couldn't think when those lips were on her like that.

'What the fuck?"

"Listen," Quinn insisted with a finger over her lips.

They both listened – Quinn out of concern, Santana out of indignation that she had actually been shoved away.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Ariel is crying!" Quinn rolled out from under Santana, and was out of the room in a flash.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," Santana shouted after her, her arms thrown out in disbelief and annoyance.

When Quinn darted back to the room almost immediately, she brightened up but her hopes were dashed quickly, "Oops forgot my shirt. I'll be right back babe!"

And she was gone.

Left alone, Santana could only gape unattractively, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. She flopped down onto the bed, buried her head in the pillow and screamed.

So much for the king-sized bed.


Day 2 - Morning

Needless to say, the night had been a disaster and Santana was hardly in the best of moods. She was scowling to herself, nibbling on her P & J sandwich when Quinn decided to make her morning worse.

"Hey babe, could you help me to hold Ariel for a minute? I need to make Ariel her milk."

"What? No!"

"Just for a minute, hun. You can set your timer."

"Why can't you just like breastfeed her?"

Quinn turned to shoot her a withering look, "Just because I had a baby doesn't mean my breasts can produce milk on command."

"Well then, why can't I make the milk?"

"Do you know how much water and milk powder to put? The temperature of the water?"

Santana squirmed at Quinn's hard stare, "No, but you could teach me and…"

Quinn simply leaned over and plonked the wriggling child into her arms, before turning on her heels to the kitchen.

"Quinn!" Santana hissed, holding Ariel out with her arms stretched out in front of her with wide, frightened eyes, "Quinn! Get back here!"

Quinn's voice floated out from the kitchen.

"I'll be just a minute! Start counting!"

No, no, no, no. This couldn't be happening. She had never told anyone this but she was terrified of babies. They reminded her of overgrown hamsters, just without the fur.

"What if I drop her?" her voice came out a nervous, high-pitched whine.

"You won't drop her. She's barely twenty pounds."

"Pounds!" Ariel chimed in happily.

When it was clear Quinn was not going to come to her rescue, Santana turned in a small circle with Ariel's armpits still tucked over her outstretched hands. She saw the corner sofa and decided that sitting down was a safer option. She waddled over, all the while muttering darkly, "Barely twenty pounds my ass. I bet you're at least twenty-five."

"Ass!" Ariel imitated, beaming up at her babysitter with winking dimples.

Santana's brows lifted in surprise. Hmmm, maybe they would be able to get along okay after all.

Once she was settled, she took a few seconds to decide how to place Ariel. On her lap? Yeah that seemed okay, only the little girl was looking up at her with the biggest, bluest, most disturbing eyes and "Quinn! She's staring at me!" she blinked away and squirmed self-consciously.

Funny how she could stare down a grown man twice her size while she had lost a staring competition to a freaking baby. A baby, for Christ's sake. Santana Lopez was not a pussy, she reminded herself.

She heard Quinn laugh, "That's because you're pretty."

Humph, as if flattery would get her anywhere.

"Well, tell her to quit it. She's giving me the creeps."

"Santana! You can't talk like that in front of a baby! Besides, she's just figuring you out."

Scowling, Santana decided not to waste her breath on Quinn. Young minds were more susceptible. She turned to Ariel, took a good look at her and poked her in the nose, "You can't look at people like that. You think just because you're cute, you get to stare? People would think you've got the hots for me and that's just not okay. Only your Aunty Quinn can look at me like that. You got that?"

She added one of her famed intimidating glares for good measure and was feeling pretty damn proud of herself when Ariel gurgled and clapped her hands in glee, honey blonde curls dancing around her face.

Santana frowned and bounced the girl on her thighs, "What are you laughing at you little twat. I'm trying to give you a talking to. Do you hear me?"

Ariel squealed and giggled, "Up!"

"No, no," Santana shook her head in exasperation and touched her forehead to Ariel's sternly, "No up. My arms are aching enough as it is. Why are you so heavy for such a little thing?"

"Up!" the little girl demanded again, stretching out her chubby hands and kicking out her feet.

"God, it's like talking to a wall."

But when Ariel poked out her bottom lip and started sniffling, Santana felt her resolve weakening, "Fine, fine, fine, up it is. Jesus, you're demanding for such a wee thing," she tossed the girl up and the sniffles turned to high-pitched squeals of delight.

"High! High!"

"You want to be a flyer like your Aunty Quinn?" Santana asked as she put more force behind her tosses, smiling at the little girl's enthusiasm despite herself.

"Aunty Quinn! Aunty Quinn!" Ariel babbled, giggling hysterically.

"That's right. She was a damn good flyer if I could say so myself," Santana said proudly, adjusting her grip on the girl so she could fly her like a plane.

"Word," Quinn grinned, walking up to the pair with a milk bottle in her hand and a twinkle in her eye. The milk had been made a while ago, but when she had emerged from the kitchen to see Santana so at ease with her niece, she couldn't help but stand, admire and appreciate the view from afar. They made such an adorable pair.

"Dammit! You scared me!" Santana cradled the girl in one arm while the other hand flew over her heart, "I almost dropped her."

"Dammit!" Ariel echoed joyfully and Santana looked down at her with what Quinn thought was akin to pride.

"You know what Q? Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all."

"Hi! Hello! Hi!" Ariel squealed and flailed happily, sticking one of her stubby fingers up Santana's nostrils in the process.

"Okay no, eew gross," Santana's head jerked back, scowl reappearing on her pretty face, "That's it, time's up. Quinn, get her off me!"


Day 2 – Afternoon

Ariel had just woken up from her nap and was currently entertaining herself in the middle of the living room, surrounded by her army of soft toys.

Quinn and Santana watched from the couch, snuggled up in each other's arms, as Ariel babbled to her pretend pets, batting them on the heads with her pudgy hands.

"I hope your sister doesn't intend to get her real pets?" Santana looked on, amused when the toddler knocked down one of the stuffed dogs with an over-affectionate pat on the head, "She's not exactly the gentle type."

Quinn smiled down fondly at her niece, "Unlikely. Frannie hates animals."

"Then why did she get one?"

"Santana," Quinn swatted her girlfriend's arm half-heartedly, "Don't be mean."

The brunette chuckled at her own joke and a full minute passed in comfortable silence until Ariel decided she had enough of sitting.

She gurgled, clapped her hands and gave a clumsy sort of push until she was standing on wobbly legs, rocking and swaying dangerously like a seasick passenger. Eyes bright and shiny with pleasure at the accomplished feat, Ariel lifted one leg, then the other, in a kind of joyful march.

"Quinn, Quinn!" Santana sat up anxiously, smacking the blonde repeatedly on the side of her thighs, "What's she doing? Do something or she's going to fall."

As if to prove her right, one of Ariel's legs gave a particularly violent wobble and the little girl tumbled back on her rump. The little lips quivered and Ariel threw back her head, sending up a loud wail.

Quinn bent down, ready to comfort but Santana was quicker. She watched, surprised as her girlfriend swooped down and scooped the girl up in her arms, patting her on the back, "There, there. There's no need to cry. Your butt is so fat it didn't hurt that much, did it? You're just a little shocked from the fall that's all."

"Fall on my bum!" Ariel sobbed at the top of her lungs, fat tears dribbling down her cheeks.

"That's right. You fell on your bum."

"Kiss it better."

Santana turned to Quinn with a wicked glint in her eyes, "Okay honey. Aunty Quinn will kiss it better for you, wont you babe?"

Quinn rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's childish antics but she was happy to oblige, "Only if you stop crying. Deal?" she held out her pinky for a shake.

Little Ariel nodded obediently and hooked her pinky to her aunt's, her sobs already reduced to sniffles as she sucked on her thumb.

After Quinn had pressed her lips to her niece's diapered rump, the sniffles stopped and Ariel puckered up her own lips, "Kiss."

Quinn sighed and gave them a friendly peck. The little girl then turned her attention to the woman holding her, "Kiss," she demanded again.

"Urgh, no way in hell —" she faltered at the glare Quinn sent her, " – oween. No way in Halloween," she corrected and grimaced at the wet tears and snot on the girl's face, "You're all snotty and yucky. The only girl Imma be kissing is your Aunty Quinn," she nodded more to herself than to Ariel, but when the little girl started pushing at her lips to make them pucker, she found herself laughing and couldn't help but soften, "Okay fine you cheeky monkey."

She brushed her lips over the girl's brow, where the danger of contracting some sort of snot disease was minimal, and Ariel finally quieted in her arms.

"What?" she asked, unnerved when she saw Quinn looking at her with the strangest of expressions.

"Nothing," Quinn said as she continued staring.

"Seriously, what?"

Quinn grinned at the annoyance in Santana's voice and so, settled it the only way she knew how. She leaned in to steal a kiss from the brunette, "I love you."

Her girlfriend's cheeks pinked instantly and she blustered at the unexpected confession, "You taste like snot," was all she managed before she turned away to put Ariel down.

But Quinn had caught the shy, satisfied smile on Santana's face.


Day 2 – Night

Ariel had been crying non-stop after her bath. Even when Quinn had put her in her crib, she had wailed and blubbered and refused to stop fussing.

Santana had been the one to suggest putting Ariel on her parents' bed.

"I think she misses her parents. Maybe smelling their scent on the bed will calm her down."

And miraculously it had. Santana had offered to watch over Ariel while Quinn went to clean herself up. (Considering her girlfriend had been the one who insisted she washed off the snot and tears, it really was the least she could do.)

When she stepped out of the bathroom freshly-showered, she smiled at the unexpectedly sweet sight before her.

Both Ariel and Santana were fast asleep on the bed. Ariel had her hand bunched up in a fist near her cheek, her breathing slow and deep as only a baby's was. Her girlfriend's arm was securely wrapped around the little girl's waist, her body curled around the child.

Unable to resist, Quinn got out her phone and snapped a shot of the sleeping pair. Then, as quietly as she could, she turned off the lights and climbed onto the bed on the other side of Ariel.

Sleep didn't come to her as easily as the other two sleeping beauties, so after her eyes had adjusted to the dark, she spent her time staring at the two beauties in front of her.

Although she was tired, she was happy as she could be. Was this what it would be like to have her own family, she couldn't help but wonder as she gazed adoringly at Santana and Ariel. Would Santana even want kids?

Her line of thoughts was broken when Ariel suddenly whimpered in her sleep. Unconsciously, Santana twitched and pulled the little girl closer to her side. Instantly, the whimpers stopped.

Yeah, Quinn smiled as she rested her hand on Santana's, her arm also positioned over Ariel's waist. Santana didn't know it yet but she was pretty confident that her girlfriend would eventually want kids. And when that time came, she would be sure to say yes.


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