"So, this is my apartment. Um, this is the living room and that's the kitchen. Your bedrooms are down here." Santana threw her bag onto the couch, noticing a pair of Brittany's shoes by the front door. She smiled and walked down the hallway, stopping in the middle. "This is Matilda's room." Santana pointed at the door closest to them and closest to the front door. Matilda opened the door and kicked her suitcase in, leaning against the doorway to watch Santana.

"Is this mine?" Francesca placed a hand on the door beside Matilda's.

"Yeah. That's yours." Santana said. Francesca nodded and kicked her case in there.

"Where's mine, Santana?" Cambria smiles up at her. Santana melted at her cuteness.

"Well, your room is special. Come here." Santana held out her hand. Cambria took it and Santana led her to the closet door. Matilda and Francesca followed silently. Santana opened the door and Cambria frowned.

"A closet?" Matilda scoffed. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Press that button, Cambria." Santana pointed to the button. Cambria pressed it and another door opened. Cambria gasped and went inside, Santana, Matilda and Francesca following.

"It's a secret room!" Cambria jumped onto her bed.

"I know! I thought you'd like it." Santana laughed.

"I love it! Thank you!" Cambria jumped off the bed and into Santana's arms. Santana grabbed her just in time and lifted her onto her hip.

"You're welcome. Now, I've got to go to work in two hours and you three are coming with me. You two will share a bathroom, it connects in your bedroom. Cambria, you'll share a bathroom with me. Do you guys want to get showers or baths before we go out?" Santana asked.

"Yes please. Will you do my hair?" Cambria asked.

"Of course I will." Santana smiled at her.

"Sure." Francesca said.

"Work?" Matilda asked.

"I'm directing this new broadway play and my boss has decided that we need to begin rehearsing at night to get used to it. They have food there and couches for you guys to relax on." Santana put Cambria down.

"Can we sing too?" Cambria asked.

"If you want to. I've put your new clothes and stuff away for you guys, so you can wear them whenever. My room is next to here. Are any of you hungry or anything?" Santana fiddled with her jacket.

"Yeah." Francesca nodded.

"What do you want? I can cook anything." Santana said.

"Pancakes?" Cambria asked.

"Sure. Okay, get yourselves sorted and I'll shout you when they're ready." Santana left the room and went to the kitchen. She plugged her phone into the speakers and shuffled her dancing playlist, beginning to get the things ready for pancakes.

"Hey." Brittany wrapped her arms around Santana's waist.

"Britt." Santana turned and kissed her quickly.

"I know you wanted to be alone with them but I forgot my shoes and my hoodie with the dance company logo on and Mike nearly had a heart attack over it." Brittany rolled her eyes playfully.

"It's in my room and the shoes are by the door." Santana said.

"Thanks babe. How are they?" Brittany whispered.

"I think Matilda hates me. Francesca has said about ten words to me in total and they've all been yeah, and Cambria seems to like me. She literally jumped on me when I showed her her room." Santana said.

"It could be worse. Are they coming tonight?" Brittany took over with mixing the batter.

"Yeah. I can't leave them here on their own. I don't trust them." Santana whispered.

"I'm sure you will eventually. How about you run and grab my jacket so they don't see me and I'll make the pancakes?" Brittany kissed her cheek.

"Sure thing babe." Santana smiled and walked to her bedroom. She went in and found Brittany's jacket under a pile of her own.

"Santana!" Cambria shouted from the bathroom. Santana knocked on the door.

"You good for me to come in?" Santana said.

"Yeah!" Cambria called. Santana opened the door and laughed at her niece. She was struggling to get her arms into her shirt. "I'm stuck!" she giggled.

"I'll save you!" Santana laughed and pulled her arms through. Cambria laughed and pulled her wet hair out with her.

"Thanks. Can you do my hair after pancakes?" Cambria asked.

"Of course I can. I'm just making them now so they'll be a few minutes." Santana said.

"I'll come and talk to you." Cambria said. Santana nodded.

"My friend is here just getting a few of her things." Santana said.

"That's fine." Cambria shrugged. They went to the kitchen where Brittany was dancing and flipping pancakes. "She's a good dancer." Cambria laughed.

"She's a dance teacher. She's one of the dance teachers for our musical." Santana laughed, watching Brittany do a spin in her socks.

"Hey San! Woah, is this your mini me?" Brittany put the pan back on the stove.

"Yeah, this is Cambria. Cam, this is my best friend, Brittany." Santana said.

"It's so nice to meet you!" Brittany smiled at her.

"You're a really good dancer!" Cambria said.

"Do you like dancing?" Brittany asked.

"I've never done it before." Cambria shrugged.

"How about I teach you tonight at work?" Brittany wiggled her eyebrows.

"Really?" Cambria gasped.

"Of course!" Brittany laughed.

"Yes please." Cambria climbed up onto the island.

"Careful." Santana said.

"I am." Cambria shuffled into the middle.

"I've got to run before Mike kills me. Thanks babe." Brittany took her jacket and pulled it on.

"Welcome. I'll see you later." Santana said. Brittany kissed her cheek and waved at Cambria, leaving the apartment. Santana heard the door open again. "Forgot my shoes!" Brittany called. Santana rolled her eyes playfully and then heard the door shut again.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Cambria asked. Santana plated the pancakes and put some in front of Cambria.

"Would that bother you if she was?" Santana asked.

"No. Matilda would never tell you, but she had a girlfriend as well. They broke up because Matilda would always blow her off to look after us." Cambria whispered. Santana's face softened.

"Yeah, she's my girlfriend. I'm going to get Matilda and Francesca, okay?" Santana said.

"Okay. Don't go in, just knock or Matilda will shout." Cambria said.

"Got it." Santana said. She went to their rooms and knocked on their doors. "Pancakes!" she called and went back to the kitchen. She poured herself a cup of coffee and took her phone off the side, pressing skip on the song.

"I love this song." Francesca appeared in the doorway in a new pair of jeans and a blue tee, her feet bare and her hair a curly mess.

"The only exception?" Santana smiled.

"Yeah. I like Paramore." Francesca sat at the island and took one of the plates.

"I like Paramore too. I love still into you and ain't it fun." Santana sipped her coffee.

"Me too! What other bands do you like?" Francesca said.

"Coldplay, Fun, Florence and the Machine, Oasis, the Script, The 1975, I could go on forever." Santana said.

"I love Coldplay. Matilda loves the Fray." Francesca said.

"Santana's girlfriend is a really good dancer. She said she was going to teach me later. She's one of the teachers for Santana's work." Cambria said.

"You're a dyke?" Matilda sat down beside Francesca. Francesca slapped her arm.

"That's homophobic." Cambria said.

"Don't be mean to her." Francesca said.

"It isn't mean. I was just asking." Matilda rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I'm a dyke." Santana finished her coffee and poured herself another cup. Matilda hummed to herself and took a bite of the pancakes.

"Aren't you eating?" Francesca asked. Santana blinked. She had forgotten all about eating herself, only worrying about making sure the girls had eaten. She wasn't even hungry, she felt quite off.

"Tana?" Cambria asked.

"Sorry. I'm not hungry." Santana said.

"Did you have breakfast? Or lunch?" Francesca asked.

"I think I'm meant to be worrying about you three. I'm fine, don't worry about me. Eat your pancakes. I'm going to get a shower. Cam, once you're done, come into my room and I'll do your hair." Santana said.

"Please eat." Cambria pouted, her eyes filling with tears. Santana sighed and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl Kurt insisted she have to brighten up her house. She took a bite and grabbed her phone again. She ignored her messages from the work group chat and opened her music app. She shuffled Coldplay and put her phone back by the speaker. She finished her apple and left the kitchen, going for a shower.

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"Satan! You're here!" Holly cheered and hugged her.

"Hey Holly." Santana said.

"Who do the kids belong to?" Holly eyed them.

"Me, I guess." Santana said.

"Oh cool. Britt and Mike are working with the dancers, April is working with Rachel on her runs, Blaine and Kurt are designing costumes with Quinn's supervision and Mercedes is practising her songs on the stage." Holly said.

"Okay. Tell everyone to get ready, we're going to start running through everything." Santana said.

"You got it, Satan." Holly nodded and walked through the double doors to the stage.

"Who was that?" Cambria asked.

"My friend, Holly. I'm her boss." Santana winked.

"She looks old to have you as her boss." Matilda crossed her arms.

"I'm good at my job." Santana shrugged and walked through the doors.

"Satan! You made it!" April cheered.

"Yes, I did." Santana laughed and sat in a seat a few metres from the stage. Her nieces fell into the seats beside her, watching the actors rush around the stage.

"Where are we going from?" Holly called.

"The beginning!" Santana scoffed.

"Got it!" Holly said and disappeared behind the stage. Santana waited and then the actors for the first scene came out to the stage.

"We're going from the start! We open in two months and we aren't anywhere near perfect!" Santana shouted. The actors nodded and ran to get in their places. She looked at her nieces. "You guys can do whatever. Here." Santana handed her iPad to Cambria, who smiled and opened a game. Francesca and Matilda pulled out their phones.

"You ready?" Holly called.

"No, but let's begin anyway." Santana groaned.

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"Kurt, you're not singing as good as we need you to be! This number is meant to knock my socks off and they're glued to my feet! Try harder!" Santana shouted, pacing at the end of the stage.

"Someone stuck a stick up her ass." a dancer muttered. Santana glared at her and walked over.

"Mind repeating that a bit louder?" she said.

"No." the dancer whispered. Santana scoffed.

"This musical is supposed to be the next masterpiece of broadway. It won't be if I have incompetent dancers and actors ruining it. In case you didn't notice, you are one of those dancers. You either do better and keep your mouth shut or you get out and don't come back." Santana said. The dancer nodded.

"I'm sorry." she said.

"Take a break! You're all giving me a headache!" Santana said. Everyone ran off the stage, except Brittany, Mike and Kurt.

"Kurt, you need to convince me that you're a candelabra and want Belle to fall in love with the beast. Mike, Britt, you're killing it." Santana said. Kurt nodded and left the stage to go through the number again.

"Thanks babe." Brittany hugged her. Santana visibly deflated in her arms.

"I'm going to get the dancers working on the routines again in the backstage bit." Mike kissed Santana's cheek and ran off.

"Cambria! Come up!" Brittany called and pulled away from Santana. Cambria ran up to the stage, Francesca following her.

"Santana, can you help me?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah." Santana nodded. They moved to sit on the edge of the stage. "What song is it?"

"How does a moment last forever." Rachel said.

"Okay. Sing it and I'll stop you if I need to." Santana said. Rachel nodded and began singing. Santana listened, but her eyes were on Brittany teaching Cambria and Francesca how to dance the routine they had just been doing. They were amazing at it, considering they had never danced before.

"Santana, you're not even listening." Rachel said.

"Sorry. You were great." Santana didn't move her eyes off her nieces.

"They're good." Rachel said.

"Yeah." Santana said.

"Matilda, do you want to dance with us?" Brittany called. Matilda shook her head. Brittany shrugged and carried on dancing with Francesca and Cambria.

"Matilda seems to be quite difficult." Rachel said.

"She's basically me when I was in high school, as far as I can tell." Santana said. Rachel whistled lowly.

"Damn. Good luck. I'm going to help Kurt with this number." Rachel said.

"Okay." Santana watched her walk away and then she jumped off the stage. She walked back to her seat and sat down. "Britt! Call the dancers back please. I want to run through the dance routine." Santana said. Brittany nodded and rushed back stage.

"So, this is all yours." Matilda said.

"What is?" Santana looked at her.

"This production. You're directing it, you're running it, it's yours." she said.

"Essentially, yes. It's really my boss', but I'm in charge so yeah." Santana shrugged.

"Do you sing?" Matilda raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, but not for broadway. I wrote a few songs for a few Disney films." Santana said.

"Like what ones?" Matilda asked.

"Let's see. How far I'll go from Moana, You're Welcome from Moana, When will my life begin from Tangled, Love is an open door from Frozen, In summer from Frozen." Santana said.

"Cambria loves Frozen." Matilda said.

"So do I. It's my biggest secret." Santana smiled slightly.

"Me too." Matilda whispered and looked back at her phone. Santana looked at the stage and saw the dancers waiting for her instruction.

"Go on." Santana nodded. Brittany, Francesca and Cambria ran through the routine with the dancers, dancing better than half of them. Santana smiled proudly up at them.

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"So, I have to enrol you three in school tomorrow." Santana looked at her nieces sat on the couch.

"Why?" Cambria pouted.

"Because you need an education." Santana smiled. Cambria huffed. "What?" Santana sat in the love seat.

"We didn't really go to school when we were in Ohio." Francesca said. Santana bit her lip. This conversation would definitely send her into the shitter.

"Did you hate school?" Santana asked.

"Yeah. All the kids would say mean things about us." Cambria said. Santana hummed and stood up. She went to her bedroom and grabbed her iPad. She sat back in the living room and opened the internet.

"What do you guys like to do? Like, school subjects." she asked.

"We aren't going to private schools, if that's what you're hinting at. We'll be fine in a public school where nobody knows our names and we can start fresh." Matilda scoffed.

"Here's the thing, the closest schools are mostly private schools." Santana looked up from her google search.

"Uniforms?" Cambria groaned.

"Okay, no private school." Santana changed her search. "There's a public school about a block from Britt's dance studio. It's an elementary, middle and high school all together, so you guys can all go together and come home together. No uniforms either." Santana mumbled.

"Then we'll go there." Matilda said.

"We can go and enrol tomorrow then." Santana said.

"Do we have to start tomorrow?" Cambria whined.

"Yeah, or I'll have Will and Emma shouting at me. Now, what do you guys want to do for the rest of the day?" Santana put her iPad on the table.

"Can we decorate our rooms?" Francesca asked.

"Sure. Get ready then and we can go shopping." Santana stood and walked to her room. She changed out of her pyjamas and into a pair of leather pants, a grey AC/DC shirt she could've swore belonged to Brittany, that she stole from Tina, who stole it from Mike. She pulled on her black louboutins and fixed her hair. She grabbed her bag and her sunglasses and went back to the living room.

"Hey!" Brittany walked into the apartment with Quinn.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here?" Santana hugged them and kissed Brittany.

"Britt missed you and I wanted to meet the brats." Quinn said.

"They're getting ready. Don't go into their rooms or Matilda will go psycho apparently." Santana rolled her eyes playfully.

"Tana!" Cambria called.

"Sorry." Santana pulled away from Brittany and walked to her room. She went in and saw her trying to choose an outfit, standing in front of her wardrobe in just her underwear.

"I can't choose my clothes." Cambria pouted.

"Okay. Sit down and I'll choose them." Santana went to her wardrobe and grabbed a pair of black jeans. She threw them to Cambria and grabbed a grey Guess jumper. She handed it to Cambria and helped her get dressed.

"What shoes?" Cambria wiggled her socks.

"Your vans." Santana grabbed them and helped Cambria put them on, tying her laces. "I'll do your hair as well." Santana took her to the bathroom and tied her hair up in a pony. She clipped a black bow into it and smiled at Cambria in the mirror.

"We should get a picture. We look cute." Cambria said. Santana grabbed her phone and they posed, taking a few photos.

"Satan! Come and get your brat!" Quinn shouted. Santana rushed out and saw Quinn and Matilda glaring at each other, Francesca watching them cautiously and Brittany standing between them, her arms outstretched.

"What is going on?" Santana threw her phone onto the couch.

"I introduced herself and Matilda went all crazy telling me she didn't give a fuck who I was, sorry little Satan. She told me to just fuck off and leave her alone. Again, sorry little Satan." Quinn said.

"She's trying to be all friendly! I don't give a fuck who she is! I want to be left alone!" Matilda shouted. Cambria let out a small whine and clamped her hands over her ears. Santana pulled Cambria to Francesca and stepped between them.

"Quinn is my best friend. You need to be nice to her. She was being friendly. I expect you to be friendly back." Santana looked at Matilda.

"You can't tell me what to do! You're not my mum!" Matilda shouted. Santana bit her lip to try and stop herself from blowing up.

"Brittany, please take Cambria, Francesca and Quinn downstairs please. We're going shopping once I've spoken to Matilda and you guys can come." Santana said. Brittany kissed her cheek and held her hands out for Cambria and Francesca. They took them gladly and the four of them left the apartment.

"Going to shout at me now they're all gone?" Matilda smirked.

"No, I'm not. Look, you've had a shitty life, so have Cambria and Francesca. You're angry, you're upset, you want to let it all out. I get it. I do. But we are not the bad guys in this situation. I'm sure you want someone to blame for everything, but it is not my fault, or Brittany's fault, or Quinn's fault that you've had the life you had. It's your mother's fault and your father's fault. Blame them, not us." Santana said. Matilda shoulders dropped a bit. Santana placed a hand on her shoulder. "Family is shit, I get it, but it doesn't have to be like that with us." Santana said. Matilda sniffed and nodded.

"I'm sorry. I'll apologise to Quinn when we get down there. It's just shit. I've had to look after them since Cammie was born and now I'm being told to take a step back and be a kid. I don't even know how to be a kid anymore." Matilda whispered. Santana hesitated.

"Can I hug you?" Santana asked. Matilda looked up at her with teary eyes and shrugged.

"I didn't think you were the affectionate type." Matilda forced a small laugh out.

"I'm not but I'm not going to let you cry." Santana said. Matilda nodded and let Santana hug her. It was awkward for both of them, but Santana secretly loved it. "Okay." Santana wiped Matilda's tears. "We're going to go shopping and get stuff to decorate your rooms. Anything you want, tell me and we can get it." Santana said.

"Don't say that to Cammie, she'll have your bills through the roof." Matilda grabbed her coat.

"I make enough money to spoil you guys. I'm not going to let you all be spoiled brats, but it's okay today." Santana said.

"Okay." Matilda smiled at her.

"Let's go." Santana grabbed her own jacket and her things, then Cambria's, Francesca's and Brittany's coats. They went down and Santana gave the coats out to their owners.

"Shopping time!" Brittany cheered.

"Quinn." Matilda said. Quinn looked at her. "I'm sorry for flipping out on you." she said. Quinn winked.

"I'd expect nothing less from Satan's nieces. Sorry for nearly killing you. I'm very emotional lately." Quinn shrugged.

"Puck not putting out for you?" Brittany asked.

"Britt!" Santana slapped her arm.

"Sorry!" Brittany groaned.

"No, he is putting out, I'm just emotional." Quinn said.

"Let's go shopping!" Santana grabbed Cambria's hand and pulled her out of the lobby. The rest of them followed behind her and they walked to the subway.