Be warned guys, this is a little different. Hopefully you all enjoy it. Will hopefully update my Harry Potter fics soon.

Rachel's POV

After dropping off the kids at Quinn's and my mother's house (the two women now lived together) Quinn and I were shopping for Noah's birthday presents when we decided to take a break for lunch. I nibbled on my pasta as I used a pen to check things off the notepad next to me.

"So I've organised who's coming, I'm just waiting on Santana and Brittany's response; apparently Brittany is filming the last episode of the show the same day as the party, so they may be late, or they may just stop in for a visit the day after."

"Have you contacted his Mom and sister?" Quinn asked me.

"Yes, and Aviva and Becca are coming up the day before so we can do things together. They'll just stay with us," I said, before taking a drink of my coffee.

Quinn chuckled all of a sudden. "Do you remember Puck's eighteenth birthday when Becca asked about babies and sex," she grinned and laughed at the memory.

"I think Aviva was part annoyed at us for telling her about it all when she was only twelve, or part relieved that now she didn't have to deal with having the talk with Becca," I commented.

"I at least can put my talk off a little," Quinn laughed, "I'm totally letting Sam take care of Connor's 'talk'."

"I don't have that luxury," I said, "I've already thought about how I'm going to talk to Em. I'm thinking of doing something similar to how we did it with becs, very matter of fact."

"Gosh, I still remember it," she said to me.

"So do I," I said, giggling.

Everyone was outside having a good time, and Noah had a grin on his face the size of Texas. We had just sung Happy Birthday and Quinn and I had basically forced Aviva to sit down while we cut the cake.

We were just separating all the pieces onto different plates when Becca came into the kitchen and sat at one of the chairs at the island.

"Hey Becs, wanna help us with this cake?" Quinn asked, smiling at the younger girl. As both of us had no siblings we had sort of taken on the role of older sisters to Becca, and to Stevie and Stacey, Sam's younger siblings.

"Yeah, but I wanted to ask you guys a question. A girl question," she said, saying the last bit a little quieter, as if she were blaspheming.

"What is it Becs?" I asked. It was uncharacteristic of her to be so unsure. We were very alike in our personality in that we were both loud and confrontational.

"Well, where do babies come from, and what's sex?" she asked in one big rush, as if now she couldn't get it out quickly enough.

Quinn and I just looked at each other for a minute, a little shocked. To be honest I was a little flattered she felt comfortable enough to come to us.

"Well Becs, sex is how babies are made. You know how a boy has a penis?" At her nod I continued. "Well, the boy puts his penis inside the girl-"

"-it's called your vagina," Quinn supplied, "it's near where you go toilet."

"Yes," I said, agreeing with Quinn, "and this happens during sex. When a boy is really happy, or feels a lot of pleasure, stuff called sperm comes out of his penis."

"Then the sperm goes into the woman's uterus. In there are these teeny tiny little things called eggs. The sperm goes into an egg and a baby starts to grow in the woman's uterus," Quinn said.

"You know how you get your period every month?" I asked her, and she nodded. "Well, your period is your body flushing out all of the unused eggs. You see, your body makes all these eggs, but when there isn't any sperm to make a baby, your body needs to get rid of them, so your uterus wall comes out, and that's why you get all the blood."

"So I have these eggs in me right now?" she asked us.

"Yes," Quinn said, "and when you get your next period all the unused eggs get washed out. Of course, if you do have sex with a boy, and he puts his sperm in you and it finds your egg, a baby will form. Doctors say the baby should grow for nine months, but sometimes they come oout early or late."

"Mom told me about that," she said, excited she kenw something, "it's called premature, I think."

"Yes, that's very good," I told the girl, "but sperm isn't the only thing that can go from the boy to the girl. Sometimes the boy or girl that's having sex could have a disease, or an illness, and he or she could give it to the person they have sex with."

Quinn then spoke. "That's why you always wear condoms, so you don't get the disease. And never ever have sex if you don't want to. Don't do it just because they want to."

"But you don't have to worry about it too much Becs," I assured her, "in the next year or two you'll have a class at school that will teach this. But if you ever need anything, ever in your life, no matter where you are, Quinn and I will always be hereto help ok?"

All we got as an answer was a big squeezing hug from Becs. "Thank you guys," she said, before rushing off, just as Noah and Sam came through the kitchen door.

"What was she up to?" Noah asked, sparing a glance over his shoulder at his sister.

"Nothing," Quinn said innocently.

"Girl stuff," I added, "now help us take out these plates."

And we went through the rest of the party. The story only came out when Aviva went to have the talk with Becs three months later.

"Like I said, I don't envy you having to go first," Quinn said as we both got up from our table, going to throw our rubbish in the bin.

"Just remember who you're going to drag your ass to when you don't know how to give the talk," I told her, "and I will laugh."

"Yeah, yeah, keep talking and I'll take all the stuff from your Broadway days off the wall at the shop," she threatened me.

"Remember, I'm the boss and I'll make you work Sundays," I said, using my teensy bit of leverage over her, just this once.

"Move your pregnant bum," she grumbled, in a way that told me she gave in.

"Well isn't this the pot calling the kettle black,"I drawled.

I really don't understand when people say the talk was awkward. Mine was very straightforward, no giggling, nothing. I do sympathise with the awkward talkers though. Hope you all liked it, in any case. And I hope I don't ruin anyone's innocence.