Author's Note: Everything is back in order now. Here's the chapter early since I already accidentally released it. Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, and alerted the story. I'm really glad people are enjoying it. As I said before, I'm going to stick to canon until it becomes too difficult and I have to change some things around. As the story progresses I'm finding myself wanting to make up more about Sugar herself which might end up not being true in later episodes, so that's one possible deviation from the show. I really appreciate the feedback I've gotten so far, and again I am totally open to constructive criticism. This installment doesn't really do much to move the story along because it's primarily a flashback, but it was really fun to write and I hope everyone enjoys it now that it's in proper order. Leave feedback if you are so inclined.

Chapter Twelve

"Hey guys!" said Mercedes, walking backstage with Sugar in her wake. Santana and Brittany were helping each other with their makeup.

"Hey Mercedes, hey Sugar! Thanks for coming guys," said Brittany happily.

"The costumes and everything look awesome," said Mercedes. "Artie did a good job."

"Yeah, Santana looks totally hot, doesn't she?" said Brittany, bumping Santana's hip. Santana looked embarrassed.

"You both look great," said Mercedes.

"I'm a Jet and Santana's a Shark," said Brittany. "She's more of a dolphin really." Brittany added after a second.

"Okay Britts," said Santana. "Let me finish your eyes."

"Break a leg girls," said Mercedes. "Shane's saving me a seat, so I need to go find him."

Sugar stood there awkwardly for a minute after Mercedes left watching Santana put on Brittany's eyeliner.

"Good luck guys," said Sugar quietly before turning to leave. Santana looked up.

"Thanks Sugar," she said surprisingly kindly.

"Ah, trusting with our hearts open."

Sugar was seated in the audience watching the performance of West Side Story. Her mom was killing it as Anita. Sugar wasn't usually a huge fan of old things and this was an old musical, but she was surprised to find that she was thoroughly enjoying it.

Sugar remembered going to her first Broadway musical when she was nine. It was a revival of Wicked for its twenty-fifth anniversary. They had gotten tickets for opening night because Rachel Berry was playing the lead role of Elphaba. She remembered Santana making snide comments about Rachel always being an ugly little witch, which earned her a stern 'be nice' from Brittany. She remembered going into the big, dark theater and squeezing Brittany's hand tightly. The stage was huge and elaborate. Sugar remembered feeling very small and kind of scared.

"Mom," whispered Sugar.

"Yes, sweetie?" said Brittany.

"Mom, it's dark," she whispered. Santana had her hand on Brittany's waist, guiding them down the aisle.

"Right here," she said, squinting at their tickets and motioning to their seats. Sugar was still a little frightened and she didn't want to get stuck in the aisle seat. Brittany leaned over and whispered something in Santana's ear.

"Sug, come here. I want my favorite daughter to sit next to me," said Santana. Sugar tried to roll her eyes like Santana taught her, but she still needed some practice.

"Mami, I'm your only daughter," she said, moving to sit next to Santana. She was secretly grateful that she could sit between her moms where she felt safe.

"Details," said Santana. "You're going to love this. I promise."

The screen began to rise, revealing the stage. Brittany draped her arm over the back of Sugar's seat. Santana reached over her shoulder and laced their fingers together, pulling Brittany's hand towards her and kissing it. Sugar's eyes grew wide as the bubble floated down to the stage.

"Mami, look!" whispered Sugar excitedly.

"I see mija," said Santana. Brittany smiled at her. 'I love you' she mouthed to Santana. Santana squeezed her hand.

After the play was over, Sugar and her moms were invited to the cast party. Kurt, Blaine, and Quinn were all there to support Rachel too.

"Hey kiddo!" said Blaine scooping up Sugar in a hug.

"Uncle Blaine! That was the coolest thing I've ever seen in my whole life!" said Sugar. "Where were you and Uncle Kurt sitting?"

"A couple rows behind you and your moms with Aunt Quinn. You guys had better seats than us!" said Blaine, setting Sugar down.

"Probably because Rachel likes me best," replied Sugar, sticking her tongue out.

"You know, I think you're right. I'm going to go find Uncle Kurt, but I want to hear exactly what you thought of the play a little later okay?"

"Okay," said Sugar. Her moms were talking to somebody she didn't recognize.

She was hungry, so she wandered over to a table where a bunch of different foods were spread out. She picked up something fancy-looking that she didn't recognize and popped it in her mouth. After swallowing it, she got the full taste and started coughing. It was disgusting. She grabbed one of the bottles of water sitting on one end of the table and took a swig from it. After recovering from the coughing spell, Sugar looked around the room. She spotted her Uncle Kurt and Uncle Blaine talking to people in one corner of the room. Rachel was surrounded by people trying to get her attention, but she was caught up in a conversation with Aunt Quinn. Sugar tried to wait patiently for her moms to finish their conversation, but all of a sudden she had started to feel a little weird.

"Mom," she said, tugging on Brittany's hand. Brittany patted Sugar, but continued talking. "Mom!"

"Sugar, I'm trying to have a conversation," said Brittany gently. Sugar was really starting to feel faint now. She thought maybe she should sit down. The room was starting to spin. Sugar was getting scared.

"Mom, Mom, I really don't feel good," she said.

"Be patient sweetie," said Brittany.

"Sorry, she's had a long day," said Santana, glancing over her shoulder at her daughter. Then, Sugar collapsed.

Everything went fuzzy. There were brightly colored spots obstructing her vision. It felt like someone was pressing cotton to her ears and the sounds were muffled. She could tell people were shouting around her. She felt cool hands on her face and neck.

"Mom? Mami?" she tried to say, but her words were running together and it was getting hard for her to breathe.

"Someone call an ambulance!"

"Sugar, baby, can you hear me? Santana, what's happening?"

"I think she's gone into anaphylactic shock, but she's not allergic to anything."

"Sugar."

"Blaine, can you take Brittany to the hospital? I'm going with her."

Then, black. When she woke up, she kept her eyes closed. Her head hurt.

"She's waking up."

"Sugar? Sweetie? Can you hear me?"

Sugar nodded slowly then let her eyes open. Her moms were sitting next to her bed. Brittany was holding her hand and her eyes looked red and puffy.

"Hi," whispered Sugar. Her voice sounded hoarse. Brittany started crying and laid her head on Sugar's lap. "Mom, are you okay?"

"She's fine sweetie. We're just so happy that you're all right," said Santana, whose face was also wet with tears. Sugar smoothed Brittany's hair the way Brittany did for her when she was upset. Brittany sniffed loudly and moved to wrap her arms around her daughter.

"I love you so much Sugar," she said, her voice still shaking with tears. A tall woman with curly brown hair wearing a white lab coat came into the room and closed the door.

"Sleeping Beauty awakes. How are you feeling Sugar?" she asked.

"My head hurts and I'm a little thirsty," she said. Santana picked up a cup of water from the table beside the hospital bed.

"Here you go honey," she said, handing it to Sugar.

"I don't know if your moms told you yet, but it turns out you're allergic to shellfish. The hors d'oeuvres you ate at the party caused an allergic reaction and you were having some difficulty breathing," said the doctor.

"Oh," said Sugar.

"We fixed you up though, and you're good as new. We just have to take your vitals one last time and we can let you go," she said.

"Thank you so much Dr. Martin," said Santana, standing up to shake her hand.

"It was my pleasure," she replied.

It was one of Sugar's favorite memories followed quickly by one of her least favorite. Sugar watched her mom singing on stage, her red dress swishing with her steps. She felt a pang of fear in her chest that was becoming a regular occurrence when she was near her moms. What if she couldn't make it back?