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Chapter 56

Quinn and Olivia both fail to hide their amusement as they watch Santana chase Caleb around the kitchen, trying to put his hat on him. The toddler would let the Latina get close enough to feel like she has won before running away again with a high pitched giggle.

"Come on little man, it's too cold for you to go outside without your hat on" Santana tells him, "You won't see Burt or Carol if you don't let Mami put your hat on" she adds, surprised when that doesn't work after the boy had taken a shine to Burt the other night. Then again, she's trying to bargain with an eighteen month old.

"Caleb, go to Mami" Quinn says sternly, deciding to intervene and her son looks up at her, his dark eyes wide and his bottom lip trembling.

"No hat" he whimpers.

"You have to wear your hat, Olivia and I are wearing ours" Quinn tells him and Santana takes the opportunity to grab their son, lifting him onto the counter and standing in front of him.

"Hat?" Caleb asks sadly, looking up at his Mami through his thick eyelashes

"Yeah baby, hat" Santana murmurs, sliding his hat over his jet black hair and making sure it's covering his ears. "You look so handsome" the Latina coos, pulling the zipper of his jacket all the way up and setting him back onto his feet. "Alright, everyone ready?" she asks as she grabs her jacket from the back of the kitchen chair and puts it on.

"You need to wear a hat, Mami" Olivia replies with her sweetest smile, Quinn nodding in agreement with a smirk on her face. "We're all wearing ours and it's too cold for you to go outside without your hate on" she adds, repeating Santana's earlier words, her brown eyes sparkling in amusement.

"Of course this would be one of the rare times that you actually listen to me" Santana mutters, shooting her daughter a mock glare as she walks out into the hall and comes back a moment later with her hat on. "Is everyone happy now?" she asks dramatically, Caleb's huge pout telling her that no, not everybody is happy. "Well..the majority is happy..that'll have to do for now" Santana sighs, moving forward to pick Caleb up and frowning as he waddles over to Quinn instead. The blonde sends her a wife an apologetic smile as she lifts the toddler into her arms and takes him into the hall and straps him into his stroller.

"How far is the restaurant?" Olivia asks, not exactly thrilled that they're walking and wondering why one of her parents doesn't just decide to not drink while they're at the restaurant.

"Not far, pretty girl. Just a fifteen minute walk or so, I'm sure it won't kill you" Santana teases, automatically reaching out to pull the zip of Olivia's coat a couple of inches higher and to pull her hat a little lower so that it completely covers the girl's ears. "How are you doing?" she asks softly, still worried about her daughter after the conversation they had in the bathroom the other night.

"I'm okay" Olivia shrugs. "I trust you" she adds quietly, looking up at her Mami with a tentative smile. Santana returns her smile and pulls her into a bone crushing hug, kissing the top of her blonde head and rubbing her back.

"I love you, pretty girl" the latina murmurs.

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Santana can't help but smile as she feels Quinn's hand slip into hers, her wife's soft, fluffy gloves tickling the palm of her freezing cold hand as she carefully watches Olivia push Caleb in his stroller. After all of her orders for the others to make sure they dressed warmly, she's now the only one who's feeling cold..typical.

"Don't go too far ahead, Olivia!" Quinn calls after her, snuggling into Santana's side, their joined hands squashed between them. "You look cold" the blonde notes at she glances at her shivering wife and rolling her eyes when the latina nods sheepishly. "So busy bossing everyone around that you didn't dress warmly yourself, huh?" Quinn tuts with a smirk.

"Well maybe you could keep me warm" Santana winks, laughing at the scandalised look she receives from Quinn. "If I didn't know any better, I would say you have an even dirtier mind than I do" she smirks. "I was merely hinting for you to snuggle" Santana adds with a sheepish smile.

"I don't think it's possible for anyone to have a dirtier mind than you, not even Puckerman" Quinn states with a smile, rolling her eyes when she notices that her wife looks rather proud of this.

"Yeah well..it's a gift" Santana shrugs, a cocky grin on her face as she winks at Quinn.

"Mami!" Santana looks up ahead to see Olivia standing outside of the restaurant with Blaine while Kurt takes Caleb inside out of the cold. They hear Blaine urging Olivia to go inside as they walk across to them, both of them growing concerned at the frown on their friend's face.

"Puck called me, he's been trying to call you" Blaine tells them and Santana curses as she pulls her cellphone from her pocket to see she has five missed calls from both Brittany and Puck.

"I forget to take it off silent" Santana mutters, "What's going on?" Blaine sighs softly and glances at Quinn. "Blaine?"

"You should call Puckerman" the man eventually states as he chews on his bottom lip, Quinn eyeing him curiously, her concern growing.

"I don't want to call Puckerman, tell me what's going on" Santana tells him firmly and Blaine hesitates. "You're scaring me" she adds softly and he lets out a relenting sigh.

"Your brother had an accident at work, some scaffolding collapsed. He's in hospital. I don't know anymore than that. You need to call Puck, I'm sorry Santana" Blaine states gently, watching as panic crosses her features and she violently punches the buttons on her cell phone and impatiently waits for him to answer. Quinn watches helplessly as her wife shrugs off her comforting hand and walks to the edge of the sidewalk, clearly preferring to talk to Puck without an audience. "Are you okay?" Blaine asks the blonde woman softly.

"I will be as soon as I know what's going on, poor Britt..five months pregnant and something like this happens" Quinn sighs sadly. She watches her wife, studying her every movement to try and work out how bad it is, the latina's rigid stance telling her it's not good. Quinn slowly makes her way over to Santana when she sees her push her cell phone back into her pocket, the latina turning to face her with tears clouding her dark eyes.

"There's some swelling in his brain..the doctors need the swelling to go down a little before they can properly assess his injuries...he may need surgery" Santana whispers, her beautiful features crumpling as tears flow from her eyes, Quinn pulling her into a tight embrace. "I need to go, I need to be there" Santana mutters as Blaine silent approaches them.

"I can call my travel agent, he's really good. I can try and get you on the first flight available" he tells her before heading inside the restaurant to grab his cell phone. Santana can see him reassure Olivia through the window while Kurt tries to keep her distracted.

"Maybe we should ask Blaine and Kurt if they can watch the kids while we go" Quinn suggests quietly.

"Olivia needs to come with us. It's easy to hide it from Caleb but we can't hide something like this from Olivia and once we tell her she will want to come, she adores Adam" Santana replies with a sad smile.

"Okay so we'll ask them if they can keep Caleb for a couple of days" Quinn tells her and Santana nods, slumping down onto a nearby bench, despite it still being covered in snow. Quinn sits next to her and places her hand on her wife's knee, offering silent support while they wait for Blaine to come back outside. Santana keeps her gaze trained on the ground, only lifting her head when Blaine jogs over to them.

"The next flight that isn't completely full is tomorrow night but Burt and Carole are driving back tomorrow and they said they could drive you guys. If you wanna go now then we can take my car and go, it's only ten hours" Blaine reasons and Santana feels a surge of appreciation towards her friend, the man didn't even need to think twice about going with her.

"Yeah, let's do that" Santana decides, standing up and looking at her wife. "Olivia?" she questions and Quinn catches her bottom lip in her teeth. "Why don't you and she drive back with the Hummels? I will go out of my mind if I don't get to Lima soon and we it's gonna take a while to pack the kids up and I...I need to be there" she adds desperately.

"Are you sure?" Quinn asks, wanting to go with her wife right now to support her but knowing that it's easier for Santana if she leaves tomorrow after dealing with the kids.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow...We'll be together tomorrow" Santana answers softly and tenderly and Quinn watches sadly as the latina rushes inside to say goodbye to the kids.

"Look after her" Quinn tells Blaine firmly, the man nodding solemnly and pulling her into a hug before wandering off to his car to start the engine and heat it up for the freezing Santana. Quinn lets out a puff of air, at the very least she knows that her wife is in good hands.

To be continued..Thank you for reading. Please review.