Chapter 12
She's Doing it on Purpose
Smug…
Smug is the word Rachel would use to describe the look in her daughter's eyes, if babies can actually be smug. But once again, Dylan proves she's not a normal baby. The kid, this tiny baby, only five months old, just solved a puzzle in less than fifteen minutes that most people couldn't solve in an entire lifetime.
Rachel gently takes the cube from Dylan's tiny hands. The child doesn't fuss. She doesn't cry. She simply watches her mother inspect her work with almost expectant eyes. Rachel twirls the multi-colored cube in her hands, furrowing her eyebrows in both amazement and confusion.
She briefly tells herself that her mind is playing tricks on her, but it was Quinn's exclamation that brought her over here in the first place. The older blonde has her lips drawn into a charming half-smile as she curls her fingers under Dylan's chin softly, and leans down to brush her lips over her forehead.
She's impressed.
"This is amazing," Rachel whispers, "Absolutely phenomenal."
"What's absolutely phenomenal?" Judy's sing-song voice asks as the eldest blonde glides down the stairs, clad in a fluffy pink bathrobe. Her light blonde hair is neatly combed and pushed back from her bright green eyes, skin still slightly damp from her recent shower.
"Oh, pizza," She says, grabbing a nearby plate and taking a slice from the box.
Rachel and Quinn glance at each other. She'll never believe them, but it's worth a shot. Quinn sticks out her right arm towards Rachel, and the little brunette wraps her small hand around her wrist and gently pulls her to her feet. "Mom, you're never going to believe this." Quinn starts as she walks over to her mother and kisses her cheek in greeting.
"They finally canceled the Kardashians?" Judy asks hopefully, pouting when Quinn shakes her head.
"Look what your granddaughter did!"
One cue, Rachel pulls the small multi-colored cube from behind her back and holds it up in front of the older blonde's face. Judy studies it for a moment, her lips pursed and a delicate golden brow raised in confusion. She's looking at it as if she expects it to burst into flames or turn to solid gold in Rachel's hand. "That's cute." She dismisses entirely, taking another bite of her pizza and leaning against the countertop.
Quinn has a strong urge to knock that slice of pizza out of her mother's hands, grab her by the front of her robe, and shout in her face, "Your granddaughter, who's five months by the way, just solved a damn Rubix Cube in less than fifteen minutes and all you have to say is that's cute?"
But Quinn's not stupid. Judy would grab her by the ear, injured shoulder be damned, throw her over her lap, and whip Quinn like she's a bad child.
"Of course you wouldn't believe it if we told you. So we'll just show you." Rachel says, dismantling the perfectly aligned colored squares. Quinn grabs her mother by her wrist and leads her over to the middle of the living room where Dylan plays with her AC130 model gunship Quinn had gotten for her when she was three months. Unlike most children's toys, Dylan's plane is still in perfect condition. She didn't particularly like putting things except her pacifier or bottle top in her mouth.
She briefly looks up from her toy at her mother who kneels before her, holding out the now scrambled puzzle. "Come on sweetheart, show grandma what you can do." She says, gently placing the cube into her tiny fingers.
Judy watches with mild interest, trying not to moan out loud at the sheer deliciousness of the pizza in her hand. Quinn and Rachel are both giddy with excitement when the child slowly takes the puzzle and stares at it briefly, but their excitement is short lived when Dylan gives a childish squeal and puts the cube in her mouth.
Quinn and Rachel deflate like popped balloons.
"I'm already aware of how utterly adorable your child is. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a very important conference with that box of pizza." Judy says, delicately tapping Quinn's shoulder as she breezes past the two gaping teenagers in a whirlwind of coconut shampoo and cashmere body wash. She grabs another slice of pizza and a bottle of wine from the wine cooler near the table and exits the living room.
Quinn's confused. Rachel's a bit disappointed. But Dylan seems amused.
Quinn swears to all things holy Dylan's playing with them. Because she's staring at her parents with innocence, false innocence in her almond shaped greenish gold eyes. She takes the cube out of her mouth and resumes playing with her AC130, ignoring her mortified parents.
"What kind of medication did they give you? Must be some good stuff, because what you're saying makes no sense." Santana drawls later that following Monday. All the girls, minus Dallas and Rachel, are walking down the crowded hallways of McKinley High. Dylan's with her grandfathers for the day and Judy went to the spa with a few co-workers.
"I'm serious. She did it!" Quinn says, wincing when her injured arm brushes against a student as he rushes passed them. Santana trips him with an evil smile and laughs when he does a perfect scorpion upon impact to the marble floors.
"I believe you, Quinn." Brittany chirps, her blue eyes were genuine and her lips were quirked into a gentle smile. Quinn smiles gratefully at her older adopted sister. "Why would she be making this up?"
Santana rolls her eyes as Frannie not so discreetly voices her irritation at the lack of a certain Southern presence in their group. "Because Quinn's full of shit and most grown men can't solve that shit. How the hell does a baby do it?"
"I swear. And when I tried to show my mom, she just acted like she had no idea what she was doing! She's a genius I tell you." Quinn says, rubbing her face tiredly. She doesn't know why she even bothered telling them. It was completely unbelievable.
"Maybe she's shy and the attention makes her uncomfortable?" Brittany offers.
"Or she didn't do it at all? Look Tubbers, I advise you stay away from medication for a while."
Quinn just growls in annoyance and makes her way to the gym to talk to meet with her team.
Ashley bursts out into hysterical giggles as Rachel explains what occurred over the weekend.
The tiny brunette in her flashy Cheerios uniform crosses her arms over her chest in annoyance. She hates being laughed at, even if the entire matter was completely amusing. She's standing in the locker room, watching unamused as Ashley draws a penis on Madison, another cheerio's, locker.
"That's cute. Did she also part the Red Sea?" Ashley says, putting the final touches on the penis. For a lesbian, she's awfully good at drawing those…Rachel thinks to herself. "Would I lie?"
"I'm a lesbian who has a talent for drawing penises," Ashley retorts, "Nothing makes sense."
"What are you even talking about?" Rachel says with a valiant stamp of her sneaker clad foot. A sneaker clad foot she wants to shove up Ashley's-
"Hey, you're the one who came up to me and claimed her baby, who can't even crawl yet, solved a Rubix Cube in less than thirty minutes."
"Fifteen."
"Excuse me?"
"She solved it in less than fifteen minutes, not thirty."
The door slams shut as Ashley breezes out, leaving a very annoyed Rachel with a sharpie drawn penis glaring at her from its position on the lockers.
"What are you looking at?" She snaps at it, just as a freshman girl enters the locker room. Upon seeing the Head Cheerio yell at a remarkably drawn penis, the girl slowly backs away and walks swiftly down the hallway.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE'S GONE?" Hiram screeches to Leroy, who's frantically searching around for a certain tiny baby.
Leroy glances at his husband, "I turned my head for one second and she was gone!"
"BABIES JUST DON'T DISAPPEAR, YOU DOLT."
"This one does!"
While the two grown men frantically search the house, Dylan lays her head onto the soft carpet underneath the couch, her tiny stature able to squeeze underneath it and closes her eyes for a short nap. She was unable to sleep with Leroy's constant shouts at the television and giggles to herself as she drifts off into dream land, her AC130 tucked under her arm.
Haha, don't forget to R&R.