Oh How the Years Go By

October 31st, 2025

No. Absolutely not. This was not happening. This year had been too good, it couldn't start fucking up now. Quinn's book The Darkest Doors had come out in January, and hit the New York Times Best Sellers list in a matter of weeks. She had a huge advance from the publishers to write the sequel. Plus, they'd found out that she was pregnant. Extremely pregnant. Santana had been insufferable for at least a week ("Puck may have gotten her pregnant on the first try, but I did it without a dick. Be impressed.") Rachel had received her first Tony nomination in February, and had nearly broken every window in the house with her excited screams. Brittany's dance studio was doing great, and to top everything off, Santana had received a promotion around mid-June. Their year was fucking fantastic!

Unfortunately, their good luck had apparently run out.

"The everloving fuck are you doing here?" Santana snapped.

"My daughter is having my grandchild," Judy Fabray said coldly. "I should be at the birth."

Rachel jumped in front of Santana before Snix came out to play. "Listen," she said quietly. "Quinn needs you. Let me handle this. She needs you with her right now."

Santana took a few deep breaths and nodded. She followed the nurses who were taking Quinn to the delivery room.

Brittany gave Rachel a look and mouthed "Thank you" as she followed them. The last thing they needed was for Santana to go to jail tonight.

"Mrs. Fabray," Rachel said, trying to stay calm. "You may not see Quinn, or our babies."

"Our?" Judy asked. "If you think for one moment that I'm going to stand by and let my grandchild be raised by—"

"Let me stop you there," Rachel growled. "For these to be your grandchildren, Quinn would have to be your daughter, and you and Russell made it perfectly clear that she wasn't 13 years ago. You decided you didn't want her in your life, which means you have less than zero say in anything to do with these kids."

"She's having more than one?"

"Yes. And before you start making threats, you should know that Santana is the single most badass lawyer in the entire country, and she's looked up laws regarding poly-amorous couples. We're in the clear, thanks to a metric shit ton of paperwork and many sleepless nights."

"None of you are married!"

"And? There's this thing called adoption."

"So you all adopted the babies?" Judy had lost then outraged tone and now just sounded confused.

"No. But I'm not going into it any further with you. We are a family. That's all you need to know. And if you're thinking about taking us to court, well…" She smiled and shrugged. "I saved you from Santana tonight, but you'll be in her playground then. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a girlfriend to see to."

"How's it going?" Rachel asked.

"She wants to kill Santana," Brittany muttered. Rachel could tell she was smiling behind her mask.

"How the HELL did you three talk me into this?" Quinn yelled, pushing. "I fucking wanted to adopt!"

"You're doing great, baby," Santana said. She was stuck in a permanent grimace, as Quinn had her hand in a death grip.

"Okay, Quinn, that's one!" their doctor said happily. "And it looks like the other's following right behind."

It didn't take long. Thirty minutes later, Quinn was holding their son and Rachel was holding their (screaming) daughter.

"Looks like she's going to take after Mommy Rachel," Quinn said, smiling. Rachel grinned.

"They're perfect," Brittany said, wrapping her arms around Santana.

"Okay," Santana said, holding up to sheets of paper. "Birth certificates are finished. I'll be right back. I'm going to run these to the nurse."

Naming the babies had been easy. Each girl had picked a few names, and they'd all voted. Rachel and Santana had named the boy (Leroy Justice Lopez) and Brittany and Quinn had named the girl (Zara Natalia Lopez).

"I want to hold her," Brittany said, sitting in the seat Santana had vacated.

Rachel handed the baby to Brittany and sat smiling at them. "You know she's out there sending mass texts to everyone, right?" she asked Quinn.

"Yep. So…what did my mom want?"

Rachel opened and closed her mouth a couple of times.

"I saw her as they were wheeling me out of my room."

"She wanted the kids…or, at least that's what it seemed like."

"Did you tell her that Santana would rip her a new asshole if she tried anything."

"Language…and yes. Not in those words exactly, but she got the picture."

Quinn glanced down at their son, a worried expression on her face.

"Hey," Rachel said. "Everything's going to be fine. Everything."

Quinn smiled and nodded.

There was a knock at the door, and Santana peeked in. "Some of our nosey friends are here," she said, smiling. "You up to seeing a few people, Q?"

"How many is 'a few'?"

"The entire glee club."

"What?" all three women asked.

"Nah, just kidding. However, they will be here tomorrow. For now, it's just my parents."

Quinn smiled brightly, yawned, and nodded. "Yeah. Tell them to come on in."