baxterj: Would love to see San and Rach cause a little trouble lol maybe at the next sleepover :)
A/N: Thanks to my Lexie for giving me the makeup idea.
SDLS, Double Double Toil and Trouble
"Hi!" Santana said excitedly to Shelby and Cassie as she walked through their front door with an overnight bag. The six year old looked overjoyed that it was her turn to stay over at Rachel's house.
"Hi," Shelby laughed, letting her in.
"Hi," Maribel smiled at Shelby. "Just dropping her off, I have a work thing I need to get to. Thank you again."
"No problem," Shelby smiled. "We're going to have fun."
"If she's any trouble at all-"
"She'll be fine," Shelby reassured her. "We'll be great."
"Okay," Maribel smiled, kissed the top of Santana's head, told her goodbye, and left.
Shelby took a deep breath and smiled down at Santana, whom was tackle hugged by Rachel as soon as she was in the apartment. The two girls were practically inseparable. No matter what. And sleepovers just so happened to be their new favorite thing.
"Okay what do you girls plan on doing?" Shelby wondered. "Do you want to watch a movie or draw pictures or...?"
"Can we watch Frozen?" Santana suggested.
"Yes!" Rachel squealed happily, staring up imploringly at Shelby. "Can we, Mommy?"
"Of course," Shelby kissed Rachel's forehead. "I'll set it up in the living room. And I'll sit out there with you, but I have some things to catch up on for work, okay?"
The girls nodded happily and Shelby put in Frozen. The little girls sat on the floor cross legged and sang every word to every song and watched, intently. Meanwhile, Shelby booted up her laptop and logged into her email, answering questions from some of her online students and grading music tests.
Once the movie was over, Shelby was sick of staring at key signatures and she took off her reading glasses, shutting her laptop for a break. She massaged her temples, a strong headache was coming on.
"Hey, girls," she piped up. "Why don't you go play in Rachel's room for a little while? I'm going to start making dinner, okay?"
"Okay!" they didn't seem to mind their change of scenery.
"Will Mama be home soon?" Rachel wondered.
"Where's your Mama?" Santana asked.
"She's at work, sweetie," Shelby explained. "She should be home in about an hour, Rach."
"Okay." the girls ran off to Rachel's bedroom.
Shelby walked slowly to the kitchen and opened up the cupboard, swallowing an aspirin. She loved her students, she loved her work. But she could not for the life of her grade one more test tonight. Her eyes hurt. But guess what? She was only a fourth of the way done.
While Shelby filled a pot with water and got it boiling on the stove, Rachel and Santana sat on Rachel's bed, trying to figure out what they were going to do.
"I know!" Santana's eyes lit up. "Let's put on a fashion show!"
"Okay!" Rachel agreed with a grin. She loved putting on fashion shows with Santana. Sometimes Kurt and Jesse would play with them and Jesse would judge. "But all of my dress up clothes are boring." she sighed. "Let's go try on Mommy and Mama's dresses."
"Won't we get into trouble for that?" Santana worried. She didn't want to make Shelby or Cassie upset.
Rachel grinned a devilish little grin. "Not if they don't find out." she whispered.
Santana grinned mischievously back at her and took her hand. Together they ran down the hallway and into Shelby and Cassie's room, shutting the door tightly behind them. As long as they didn't get caught, they were going to have the best fashion show ever.
. . .
"Honey, I'm home." Cassie risked sounding cliché as she walked through the front door, tossing keys onto the counter as she found Shelby cooking in the kitchen.
Shelby had her laptop propped up on the island/bar they ate at, a mug of tea next to it. She had her black rectangle framed glasses halfway down her eyes, peering through them for a moment to grade a test, then over them to stir a pot full of spaghetti noodles.
"You seem busy." Cass pressed her lips together tightly.
"Not extremely. Just a little..."
"Preoccupied?"
"Something like that."
"Where's Rachel?"
"She and Santana are in her room, as far as I know." Shelby finished grading another test and looked up at her girlfriend, taking her glasses off and setting them off to the side. "Welcome home." she sighed.
"Thanks." Cassie pecked her on the lips and Shelby kissed back. "You okay?" Cass wondered as she walked over to the pot on the stove and peered into it to see what she would be eating for dinner.
"Headache," Shelby mumbled. "I'll be fine. Will you get the girls for dinner, please?"
"Okay."
. . .
For the past 20 minutes, the girls had been trying on one of Cassie's black dresses and one of Shelby's purple ones. They felt all grown up and excited and it was exciting to be doing something they knew they probably shouldn't be doing. Although they were a little concerned about getting caught.
Rachel sat down at Shelby's vanity, finding some of her makeup. She had watched her mommies put on makeup before and thought she could probably do it on her own. And if she washed it off before they saw they wouldn't know, right?
She got out eyeliner and closed one eye, starting to draw a line across her eye lid. She thought it was perfect.
Santana helped her with lipstick and Rachel found some mascara to put on Santana's eyelashes. It accidentally got below her eye.
"Uh oh," Rachel giggled. "Maybe we should go wash this off."
"Who wins the fashion show?" Santana wondered.
"Um...me?" Rachel tried.
"No fair!" Santana dropped her jaw. "Your Mama's dress so wins!"
"Okay so MAYYYBE it's a tie," Rachel giggled and Santana giggled back.
"Come on, let's go to the bathroom and get this off." They took off the dresses and left them on the bed. They would be back anyways.
. . .
Cass walked down the hallway and into Rachel's room, expecting to see two little girls dancing around or something. Instead she found an empty room. She frowned, slightly, and walked out, back towards the living room. "Girls?" she called.
"Are they not in Rachel's room?" Shelby asked from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel and walking towards Cass.
"No, the room was empty."
"Hmm." Shelby put her hands on her hips and let out a long breath. "Well they're here somewhere. Let's go find them."
"I'm afraid to know what they're up to."
"Ohhh boy..." Shelby walked towards their room and Cassie headed towards the bathroom. Shelby found the room messed up. Well, to Shelby it was messed up, since she was OCD about cleanliness. Her vanity had makeup strewn all over it and her bed was covered in dresses.
"Oh dear god." she leaned on the bed frame and sighed.
"Shelby," Cassie called. "I uh...I found the girls..."
Tilting her head back with a long drawn out breath, Shelby walked into the bathroom.
. . .
Rachel had a washcloth to her face and hadn't heard her Mama walk in. When she looked up in the mirror she dropped the wash cloth and screamed. "Mama!"
"What the hell are you doing?" Cassie's eyes widened, concerned, but she unintentionally let out a laugh at the scene. The little six year olds had dear in the headlights looks on their faces and them getting caught was actually kind of cute.
"We um...uh..." Santana put her own washcloth down and very slowly stepped down from the stool she and Rachel were using to reach the sink.
"We were putting on a fashion show?" Rachel said it like a question.
Cassie let out a groan and a half laugh.
"Shelby," she called out. "I uh...I found the girls..."
Shelby walked into the bathroom and let out a gasp.
"What in god's name-"
"They were putting on a fashion show," Cassie caught her up to speed.
"Oh, okay that makes it all better." Shelby said sarcastically, hands on her hips in that you-are-in-trouble-and-you-know-it way.
She eyed Rachel and Santana, admittedly looking very adorable and for the first time not so innocent completely covered in black and red makeup. She raised her eyebrows and said slowly,
"I can see you found my make up."
"Are you mad?" Rachel asked, worriedly. She knew she shouldn't have done what she did, but she and Santana had just wanted to have a grown up fashion show. Because her mommies were always so pretty in their dresses and make up and she wanted to be so pretty too.
"Go out to the kitchen girls, dinner is on the table." Shelby said sternly.
"Does that mean yes?" Santana wondered.
Shelby resolved to raising one eyebrow, which the girls knew to take as a "do as I say RIGHT now" look. A "before you get into more trouble than you already are" look.
They scurried off to the kitchen and sat up at the counter.
"I think your Mommy's mad," Santana whispered.
"Maybe not too mad?" Rachel hoped.
"I hope not..."
Cassie and Shelby stayed back in the bathroom, cleaning up the counter and putting the wash clothes in the dirty clothes hamper in the corner, moving the stool back to it's place under the sink.
"They were just having a little fun, Shelby."
"I know. And they know what they did was wrong."
"Are you mad?" Cass asked.
"Not really. That was sort of adorable. But they need to know that wasn't okay."
"Ah. I think they know that. So you're going to pretend you're mad." Cass nodded with a small smile. "You're sneaky and unfair. They fear you. "
" I know." Shelby smiled softly. " It's so fair. If one of your dresses ends up ripped don't come crying to me." and with that Shelby walked back into the kitchen, swaying her hips in a businesslike way as she walked.
Cassie rolled her eyes and followed.
The little girls ate their dinner quietly, expecting Shelby to scold them for what they had done. They had been super careful with the dresses! So maybe they had jumped on the bed a little bit, but they didn't BREAK anything per se.
Once they finished eating they stayed up at the counter in silence. Cass was starting to think she could get used to silence.
Shelby started with the dishes and Cass took over.
Meanwhile the two little girls looked up at Shelby, guiltily. The brunette had her hands on her hips and had an eyebrow raised. She was very intimidating.
"Now I know you girls knew what you were doing was going to get you into trouble if you got caught-"
"Well we were kind of hoping we weren't going to get caught," Santana said softly.
Cass put the back of her hand to her mouth to cover a laugh. Shelby reached out and smacked Cassie upside the head, muttering a, "Don't you encourage them."
"We're sorry Mommy." Rachel said.
"We won't do it again!" Santana widened her eyes. "Honest!"
"I know you won't, sweetheart." Shelby kissed the top of Rachel's head then kissed the top of Santana's. "You need to build my trust back up with you . You know what you did was wrong." she said it sternly but with a kind heart.
"We know, Mommy." Rachel said. "We were REALLY careful with your dresses! We're sorry."
"It's okay, my sweet girl." Shelby told her. "Next time you want to do a fashion show, use your own clothes." she warned. "And no more make up till you're grown up."
"Okay." the girls said in unison.
"Run along to Rachel's room and play. Stay out of my and Cassie's room, please."
"Yes, ma'am." they answered and ran to Rachel's room , admittedly scared and feeling unusually lucky that they didn't get in more trouble than they had.
Cassie spun around, drying the last dish and putting it away, giving Shelby a look . "You are going to traumatize those poor girls."
"I was much nicer than I could have been." Shelby defended. "Someone needs to instill a bit of fear into them. They need to know they can't do anything they please."
"You're moody today." Cassie noted, wrapping an arm around her. "On your period?"
Shelby huffed. "Me being on my period has nothing to do with me being a little stern with the girls." she defended.
"Mmhmm. I agree, but are you?"
"Maybe."
"Mmm. Do I need to cuddle you and melt some chocolate chips?"
"I have work to finish," Shelby said softly.
"Do you need me to cuddle you and melt some chocolate chips?" Cassie repeated, giving Shelby a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Yes please." Shelby whispered.
"Okay." Cassie did just that.
And the two little troublemakers didn't DARE do something else they knew they shouldn't. The look that Shelby had given them was punishment enough. Even though they knew they were forgiven. They weren't going to touch Rachel's mommies' make up or dresses again.
