Manda's Note: Okay so it's been a lot longer than I expected but I had to decipher my own feelings regarding the mess that Ryan Murphy has made out of something that I used to enjoy oh so much. I still think he's a failure and he's wasted so much potential that he had in his characters by taking the 'fan's rout' out of things. But who am I to complain? Some people like it I suppose. Doesn't change the fact that I do plan on seeing things my way and passing my thoughts to you guys through my way. So I'm pretty sure my treat to myself this V-Day will be to write Pucktana since they are my happy place and all. I hope you all have a wonderful day. This chapter is simply a flashback to better times. I DO have the next chapter started. Here's a hint, think West Side Story…. enjoy my loves!

"Quit being a baby and let your mom sleep"

With the baby in her arms Santana walked out of their bedroom in the just the white button up he'd discarded soon as they'd gotten home from the wedding. Her appearance made him bite his lip as he made a slow one over of her. The red and white bra that'd given her trouble under the dress she'd had on clearly standing out against his white shirt. She'd looked so much more than just drop dead sexy in the red dress Kurt had made her wear. It wasn't even what she'd worn that had enticed him. It was the smile that hadn't left her face, the worry that was in her voice at being away from her son for so long, and the way she perfectly fit in her arms for every song they'd danced to. She was just a part of his equation. They'd spent a rare night acting like a couple in front of their friends, something that was hardly allowed to happen. She'd had her guard down, just a smile and the occasional worry included in her plans here and there.

His eyes dropped down from her to the baby boy that was comfortably tucked into her arms. His white pajamas with the yellow, orange, and green dinosaurs with matching bib, the ones that she'd picked out of course. He took a few steps closer to them, his whining on mute for a moment as he looked down at his son. Light hazel eyes stared back at him without question, almost pleading for his arms back from where they were swaddled in the stripped matching blanket, Gabe's face so begging and so sad that Puck couldn't help but shake his head and laugh slightly as he leaned in to kiss the top of Santana's head.

"Messy eater tonight Bud? You're just glad to have mommy home rather than some dumb plastic bottle"

He felt the swat to his arm from Santana as he carefully wiped the leftover milk that was beginning to dry at the corners of Gabriel's mouth with the bib around his neck. Leaning down further he kissed Gabe's nose before looking at Santana again and pouting. She knew exactly what he was getting at and it made her roll her eyes. He was such a baby sometimes. Eventually there would be a day when she'd have to take a moment to decide who the bigger kid was, Puck or their son.

"Fine, but only this once. Next time I let you wake her up. Do not get used to this Puckerman. I am not doing this for you for the rest of your life."

Slipping the infant into his arms she put her head up and turned away from him in something that reminded him of her in school Cheerio behavior. It wasn't like he could resist himself from his next move. Leaning Gabe in one arm he reached out and copped a feel just as she started to take a step. She didn't have to be facing him for him to know that she probably had that undeniable smirk on her face. The one that pretty much said that she knew she was hot and he damn well better know it too. Had there not been a baby in his arms it probably would have led them from one thing to another. But their son was there and wide awake, it wasn't as if other things could ensue.

Grabbing the back of the infant swing he dragged it carefully across the hard wood floor into the kitchen. Close enough to the sink so that they'd be in eyesight range but far enough away so that if their occasional war broke out Gabriel wouldn't be in the war path. As Santana turned the water on Puck took a step forward holding the infant up to her for just a moment.

"Kisses mama"

The words were still strange even though it'd been months now since they'd first been said to them. She still felt the strange and slightly nervous butterflies act up. Yet she didn't hesitate to lean in to kiss their infants head. Gabe's content smile was all she needed to completely make her cheerio mode disappear as a smile spread across her face and she watched Puck walk back over to put him down in the infant swing, strapping him in carefully and twisting the music on. After standing stuck for a moment watching the father and son pairing she smiled to herself and turned around quickly. Turning the warm water on to the temperature she normally used for Gabe's bath time she lined the front of the sink with a towel and waited, jumping a little bit as arms wrapped around her waist and lips pressed into the side of her head.

"You know, you really did look beautiful today."

His kisses were getting lower now, down her neck causing her to ease into him and close her eyes as his hands slipped around her hips and slowly trailed up her waist till he'd pulled her back into him, making a very tight squeeze for her to turn around, pinning herself between the sink and his chest as she met his kisses with the same need, want, and passion he was putting into them. She could remember the days they'd been caught by his mother in the kitchen in almost complex and complicated situations, all the times she'd needed to excuse herself to his room after meals just because he'd decided her skirt was short enough for him to play with. She'd gotten lost in their kisses, in his touches, her arms had wrapped around his neck and there was almost no space between them. Something so simple had turned into something more in just a split second. Then right as his hands had gone to play with the few buttons that were clasped on her shirt the whining started and they both pulled back from where 'washing his hair' had been headed.

"So your hair…"

Nikki – Thank you so much! you have no idea what that means to me.

Hilary – Please please pleaseee tell me you're still reading this. I'm so sorry it's been so long I just had a really bad time with trying to stay focused through the mess of things. But I'm back on key point now! I promise! As for Blame It, I'm looking really forward to doing. I need to just point out a few things as to the fact that in the song G6, like they play in the episode the lyrics are 'Sober girls be acting like they drunk' just a hint. I really hope you're still reading and I'm looking so forward to hearing from you you have no idea. so I shall keep my fingers crossed.