Author's Note: This was a prompt by mayrps (who is awesome and you should definitely follow her on tumblr). Happy birthday, May! What better gift than an adorable Pezberry child?

Six Word Story: "She didn't learn that from me!"

Rachel held her three year old to her chest tightly as she walked through the wintery streets of New York, she was going to be so late if she didn't get to Puck's apartment in the next five minutes.

Speed walking through crowded and icy sidewalks definitely wasn't the easiest thing in the world, especially with an extra twenty-five pounds attached to her small frame.

Her publicist was going to kill her if she was late to a meeting she had been the one to make in the first place.

Rachel sighed in relief as Puck's building came into view, she really thought her walk was never going to end.

"We see Pucky?"

Rachel laughed and kissed her daughter's head as they entered the warm building and headed for the elevator, "Yeah, honey, we're at Pucky's"

She eased the toddler onto the floor of the elevator next to her, gripping the girl's hand tightly.

She was extremely tiny for her age, about three inches shorter than the average three year old, definitely taking after Rachel.

The little girl giggled as the elevator rode up to Puck's floor, "Why we don't have the ride, mommy?"

"Well we don't live in a building like Pucky, we don't need an elevator." Rachel explained as she tapped her foot impatiently.

"Are you excited to hang out with Pucky today, Is?" She asked her daughter with a cheerful grin, trying to distract herself from noticing how late she was going to be.

"Ya! Pucky is my best friend!"

Rachel pouted, "What about me? And your mama?"

"No, Pucky best friend." The tot huffed as she dragged her mother out of the elevator and toward the familiar apartment door.

Puck opened the door with an excited grin, he could hear the two from down the hall, "Hey, Princess Belle! Are you ready to have some fun?"

Isabelle giggled as she shook out of Rachel's grasp an ran for the man, "Pucky! Miss you."

Puck picked the girl up and hugged her tightly to him, "I missed you too, princess. I'm glad we get to hang out."

"I'm so sorry but if I don't leave right now I'm going to be so late. Everything you need to know is written in a notebook in her bag."

Rachel kissed her daughter's head, "Be good for Pucky, okay? Love you."

"Lah you, mommy." She said with a sloppy kiss to Rachel's nose.

"Are you picking her up tomorrow?" Puck asked as he adjusted the toddler in his arms.

"Santana is going pick her up—" Rachel frowned, "What is that face for, Noah? You two aren't still fighting because of your bet are you?"

"She cheated, Rachel! And I lost all my awesome comic books because of it. I'm allowed to hate her right now." Puck said with a deep frown.

Santana had made a bet with him last month that she could get a girl's number before he could even though she was happily married, he of course hadn't believed her and thought the wedding ring would be an automatic no number zone.

She had let him go first and laughed when he came back rejected and embarrassed after a verbal lashing from the woman at the bar.

Santana had gone over soon after and within ten seconds gotten the woman's number, with a smirk his way at her victory.

What she hadn't told him was that not only was the woman a lesbian, but also Santana's new secretary at the office and one of her closest friends.

Rachel had let him in on that information the day after when he had handed Santana the comic books. He had tried to get them back, claiming it wasn't fair but Santana had just laughed and told him the rules were to get her number.

Isabella pouted, "No hate mama, Pucky."

Puck sighed at Rachel's smug face, he knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer being mad at Santana.

Especially because they were basically family, Rachel had always been like a little sister to him and he had set the two up when he met Santana.

The three of them had been through many ups and downs together, and despite Santana's cheating ways, he did still love her.

He just wanted his comic books back.

"I don't hate mama, sorry I said that, Belle."

Rachel grinned happily at Puck's answer, "Oh, I really have to go. Thank you so much, Noah. I'll see you tomorrow, Is! Please be good for Pucky."

"You act like I've never taken care of her before, it's not that hard." Puck grumbled as he shut the door and locked it behind Rachel as she exited.

He set the tot down on the ground and stared at her, sometimes he really couldn't believe Santana and Rachel had a kid, she was the perfect combination of the two women even with Rachel being her biological mom.

"So, what's the plans for today?" Puck asked as he plopped down on the couch, Isabelle following close behind him.

"Playing! We can go on the ride again?" She asked as she pulled herself onto the couch next to the man.

Puck pretended to write down her demands on his hand, "Playing, got it, the elevator will be fun to ride again. What else?"

Isabelle tapped her cheek as she thought about it, "Eat 'za and hoggogs with dipdip."

Puck laughed, "Pizza, hotdogs and ketchup, I think I can manage that."

"Movie and sleeps with hugs!" She shouted, kicking her feet excitedly.

"Pucky's pretty sleepy, what do you say we start with the movie and nap?" Puck asked hopefully.

The little girl sighed, "Okay, Pucky. I pick?"

Puck nodded as he got up to get her favorite blanket, "Sure, Belle. You remember where the movies are right? And how to put them in?"

"Yes!" She said quickly as she scampered off the couch and made her way to the drawer below the television.

She hummed as she dug through the drawer, Puck had a lot of movies and there was no way she could pick only one.

He had many with pretty girls on them like the kind her Uncle Kurt made clothes for, maybe she'd see Uncle Kurt in one of them!

"Pucky, is Uncle Kurtsie in your movies?" She called out as she tried to pick between two DVDs.

Kurt had definitely not been impressed with the name Uncle Kurtsie the first time he heard it, but he knew there was nothing he could do to change his niece's mind at this point.

Puck scratched his head as he poured some milk into a sippy cup for his niece, "Uh, yeah I think Uncle Kurt is in some of them, wait until I get in there and I'll put one on."

Isabelle sighed, she didn't want to wait anymore.

With a mischievous grin she placed a movie in the DVD player and pressed play, clapping excitedly as the music started.

Uncle Kurt was definitely in this, he always played music when he dressed people in clothes!

Puck walked back into the room, "Hey, princess, I got your—" he froze horrified in place at the movie playing, "Belle, shut that off right now. Your mother, both of your mothers, are going to kill me!"

"Why, Pucky? You say Uncle Kurtsie was here! Why they do that?" Isabelle asked, her little eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

Puck sat down and pulled the tot onto his lap, "Well, uh, sometimes girls need money..or I guess necklaces if you're in New Orleans like these girls, so they...do what you saw them doing. Which you will never do, understood?"

"Uh huh, does mommy do it?" Isabelle asked curiously.

Puck frowned, "Uh, maybe not like these girls."

"What 'bout mama?"

"Again, I'm sure not like these girls." Puck said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

The tot nodded along, though she didn't understand what the problem was with her doing it if both her moms did it.

"We watch the mins?" She asked, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"Sure, Belle. Lay down with your blanket and milk, I'll put it on." Puck said as he set her on the couch and made his way to switch the DVDs around, putting in Despicable Me and burying the Girls Gone Wild DVD way at the bottom of the drawer.

He really hoped she wouldn't remember anything about what she saw by the time she went home in the morning.

He'd be a dead man if the women found out.

Santana groaned as she pounded on the door again, she really just wanted to pick up her daughter and go home.

The weather was being a dick today, alternating between wet snow and hail which really meant people drove and walked around like assholes.

"Hi, mama!" Isabelle shouted excitedly as she ran around Puck to greet Santana.

"Hey, Bells! Did you have fun with the big baby?" Santana asked as she picked the toddler up and walked into Puck's apartment.

Puck glared at the woman as he shut the door, "Shut it, Lopez."

"Ya! Wanna go home now and see mommy."

Santana laughed, "We're going, I just gotta grab your bag."

"In all seriousness, thanks for watching her. I really had to get those plans made up and Rachel had to deal with a bunch of media sh—" She paused as she remembered the attentive toddler in her arms, "tuff because of her announcement yesterday about leaving the show." She said as the man handed her the purple sequenced backpack.

Puck shrugged, "It's cool, I really forget she's your kid most of the time."

Santana rolled her eyes, "Glad to see we're still being immature."

Puck stared at the woman in disbelief, "You stole my comic books, San!"

"This is literally the dumbest argument we've ever had, I won them fair and square, Puckerman." Santana said as she walked back to the door, "I have to go, the weather is bad and I want to get home ASAP."

Puck frowned as he remembered the small issue from yesterday, he had decided it was best he tell the women himself, in case something were to come up.

"Oh fu-shoot, before you go—"

"What, Puck? I really gotta go." Santana asked impatiently.

"You know what? It's not important. Talk to you later." Puck smirked.

Santana rolled her eyes as she exited the apartment, "I really doubt it."

Puck plopped on the couch and turned the tv on, he knew he would definitely be hearing from one of them—probably Rachel—soon.

"Mommy, look!"

"Hold on, baby." Rachel said, her eyes glued on the contract in her hands.

"Look'it me!"

"Is, please two seconds, okay?" She asked in exasperation, she had to get back to the studio as soon as possible before they changed their minds, she just wasn't going to do it without making sure she read through the contract carefully.

The toddler huffed impatiently as she used the bed sheets to pull herself onto the bed, destroying the perfectly made bed in the process. "No, look now, mommy!"

"Isabelle May Lopez, what do you think you are doing?!" Rachel asked horrified as her gaze finally fell onto her daughter.

Her three year old daughter.

Her three year old daughter who was jumping in the middle of the bed with the front of her shirt pulled up to her chin exposing her entire upper body.

"Want a necklace, mommy!"

Rachel quickly pulled the girl's shirt down, "That is very bad, don't you ever do that again, okay? I just..you need to go for a timeout."

"Aw, come on, mommy!" Isabelle pouted as the woman carried her into her room and sat her in the time out chair.

"No, you did something very naughty, good girls don't do that. So you need to sit here and think about what you did." Rachel explained before exiting the room.

"Santana Marie Lopez, you are in so much trouble." Rachel shouted as she walked downstairs and into her wife's office.

Santana stared at her wife with wide eyes, she knew that voice well. It was the one she saved for when she was extremely upset. "Whatever it is...it wasn't me and I will make it up to you however you want."

Rachel placed her hands on her hips firmly, "Do you know what our daughter just did?"

Santana breathed out a sigh of relief, "I knew I didn't do anything wrong. What did our little princess do?"

Rachel narrowed her eyes, "Oh, I think you know. Let's just say it was very Girls Gone Wild."

Santana's eyes widened again as her jaw dropped, "What? Our daughter?"

"Oh don't you pull that innocent act with me, Santana Lopez!" Rachel said angrily.

"Innocent act? Wait, you think this is my fault?" Santana asked in disbelief, she didn't even own anything of the sort.

"Well we both know it wasn't me!" Rachel exclaimed. "Our baby was bouncing on our bed with her shirt pulled up asking for necklaces, Santana! Like she was at freaking Mardi Gras!"

"She didn't learn that from me!" Santana yelled, trying her best to contain her laughter at her wife's expression.

The woman was absolutely adorable when she was riled up, but she knew Rachel would kill her if she said anything.

"Santana, she's three years old where is she going to learn something like that? Do you really think one of her preschool friends told her about it?" Rachel asked.

Santana sighed, "Look, I honestly have no idea where she learned it but I do know it wasn't me. Who is even pathetic enough to own one of those movies?"

Rachel stared at Santana for a moment before the pieces clicked, one name coming to both their minds at the same time.

"Puckerman."

"He is so dead, I am going to kill him." Rachel said as she whipped out her phone.

Santana shook her head, "You have to get Bells out of time out, just go talk to her and cool down and then call Fuckerman and rip him a new one without threatening bodily harm, alright?"

Rachel nodded, "Yeah, you're right. I'll be back."

Rachel entered the toddler's room and smiled to herself as she noticed her daughter laying under the bed playing instead of in the time out chair, "Hey, Is."

"I bored, sorry, mommy."

Rachel laughed and sat down next to the bed, "It's okay, I left you up here for a while. I'm sorry I put you in time out, but you know why, right?"

Isabelle nodded her head quickly, "I not 'pose to do it. Pucky say you do it, and mama."

Rachel narrowed her eyes, "He did, huh? I'll talk to him about getting you in trouble, he was very mean for doing that."

"Give him time out, mommy." Isabelle pouted.

Rachel laughed and placed a soft kiss to the top of her daughter's head, "You got it, baby. Now come on, let's go downstairs."

The toddler quickly scurried out from under the bed and jumped into her mother's awaiting arms, her own tiny arms wrapping tightly around Rachel's neck.

Rachel smiled as she held her baby close to her, she could kill Puck for tainting her daughter. Comic books were going to be the least of his worries when she was through with him.

Puck sat nervously on the couch in the Lopez household, the women had invited him over for dinner and had been acting very strange. He had a suspicion they knew about the video Isabelle had watched, but they hadn't said anything—yet.

He knew it was only a matter of time before one of them cracked, which made him on edge because either woman would be terrifying to deal with, though he imagined Santana found it more humorous than Rachel.

Isabelle walked into the living room and climbed onto the couch next to Puck with a pout on her face, "You getted me in trouble."

"Me? What did I do?" Puck asked.

She crossed her arms tightly, "You say mommy did it, so I did it and got in trouble."

"Are we really going to fight over this, princess? I thought we were best friends?" Puck frowned.

Isabelle shook her head quickly, "No more best friend, Pucky. Best friend Uncle Kurtsie."

Puck rolled his eyes, "Yeah right, Belle. Uncle Kurt treats you like a Barbie doll, we both know I'm your best friend."

Isabelle kicked her little legs angrily, "No, Pucky!"

Puck frowned, "We're really not best friends anymore?"

The toddler ignored him and sat with her arms crossed and her head turned the other way, a permanent pout on her face.

Puck sighed as he got up and made his way into the kitchen where he found both women cleaning up the kitchen from dinner.

"Look, you guys, it's my fault Belle did what she did, I told her to pick a movie and I forgot what I had in there. I wasn't watching her so it's my fault, please don't be mad at her, or each other I guess if you've been blaming yourselves." Puck said as he ran his fingers through his mohawk nervously.

Santana and Rachel high fived behind the kitchen island, they knew Puck wouldn't be able to deal with the guilt of upsetting their daughter.

"We're not mad anymore, I mean I had to restrain Rach from absolutely killing you the first two days but it's cool now." Santana said.

Rachel nodded, "You realized your mistake and that's what matters. She's at a very curious age and things are bound to happen, just tell us next time okay?"

"Mommy!"

Rachel frowned, "Duty calls, Noah."

Puck watched as Rachel quickly made her way to the calling toddler, he was really surprised he wasn't yelled at or hit.

Santana waited until she was sure her wife was out of earshot before breaking out into laughter, "You should have seen how mad she was. She was hysterical, I wish I had it on camera, Puck."

He grinned, he knew Santana would be the one to find the humor in it all. "As sorry as I am, I'm laughing at the image of Belle doing that in front of Rachel."

"I really wish I saw, I can just imagine her face." Santana laughed.

Rachel carried the toddler upstairs, it was almost her bedtime and she needed a bath still.

"Pucky sad, mommy?"

Rachel shook her head, "No, baby. He knows you're still best friends."

"Good, love Pucky." She mumbled, her head resting on Rachel's shoulder.

Rachel rubbed her daughter's back gently, maybe using the child to make Puck realize his mistake was a little harsh, but it was very effective.

She knew he wouldn't stand a chance if he thought the toddler was mad at him.

"You know you've totally gotten your babysitting privileges taken away for a long time, right?" Santana asked as she wiped down the counters.

Puck nodded, "I figured, I can still come over and hang out though, right?"

"Fucking obviously, stupid." Santana said with an eye roll.

"Santana, I just put our daughter to bed and do you know what she said to me?" Rachel asked as she walked into the kitchen.

"She said, 'thanks, hot stuff.' And smacked my cheek."

Santana bit back laugh, "I wonder where she learned that, hot stuff."

Rachel shook her head and threw a dish towel at her wife, "My baby needs a break from the two of you."

Between Girls Gone Wild and Santana's lack of a filter their daughter was bound to grow up to be the kid on the playground parents don't want their kids to be friends with. But it was okay because it meant that they had her to themselves without having to share her.

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