A.N. Happy New Years

"This summer's gonna hurt like a motherfucker"

"Taylor? As in Taylor Berry? You think your mate is Taylor Berry?" Quinn's eye twitched. This couldn't be happening. This was her worst nightmare come true. Ryland was her favorite. How could she do this to her?!

"Well, technically her last name is Berry-July, but yeah same person." Ryland could see where this was going from a mile away. It was why she had been reluctant to tell her mother in the first place.

All she really knew was that her Mama had some type of beef with Taylor's Mom for no apparent reason. No one will tell her why and she doesnt think anyone ever will.

Santana rolled her eyes at her wife. She waved a dismissive hand in Qunn's direction as if to say 'Don't mind her'. She then gestured for her daughter to get closer. She wrapped her in a hug.

"We're happy for you, Ry." Santana had to hold back at least a tear or two. Her babies were growing up in front of her eyes.

And sure Ryland was 19 going on 20, she didn't even live in the house anymore, but still. She's her baby. They all are.

Quinn huffed, "Who is we? Rachel Berry's kid?! You couldn't have swung for Sam's kid or Brittany's? Puck's? Literally anyone else?" LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE.

"Uncle Noah doesn't have kids..."

Her eye is still twitching. In all honesty, she might have something stuck in it. She gestured for her mate to look at her eye just in case.

Ryland pouted at her mother, "Mama, that's not how this works and you know it. I know you two have your history or whatever but that has nothing to do with Taylor and I. She treats me nice and I love her. She's a good alpha."

Now the other eye is twitching.

"It's fine, Mama. I already told the kid if she messed up I'd kick her ass." Beth shrugged. She was strewn across the couch, her leather jacket somehow crease-less even as she layed on it.

"No. That doesn't make me feel better." Quinn rolled her eyes at her oldest daughter. Beth might be the tallest out of the 5 of them, but they had it on good authority that she was very fragile. Taylor Berry-July would beat her ass.

Beth shrugged again, "Well, I tried." She turned back to the television she had been only sort of watching.

Peyton, who sat on the opposite end of the couch, watched her family silently. She was taking extensive mental notes on how this went for future references.

"Quinn. I'm sure everything will be alright. We'll invite Taylor and her family over for dinner and you can interrogate all you want." Santana patted Quinn on the chest and kissed her cheek softly.

Quinn shook her head, still not the least bit thrilled with the day's turn of events. "Taylor Berry is not your mate and that's final."

Ryland glared at her mother before hurrying to her childhood room and slamming the door shut.

Peyton nodded to herself. She was going to say absolutely nothing about her alpha when the time came. Quinn would most definitely have another fit.

Santana glared at her wife before turning on her heel. She pranced around the living room, looking for their youngest.

She found him in front of the TV, positively engrossed in whatever show Beth was watching.

She picked him up and cuddled him into her arms, "You won't ever grow up and leave mommy will you?"

The four year old shook his head, then buried it in Santana's neck.

"Thank you, my beautiful baby boy. I don't know what I'd do." She kissed his cheek multiple times before setting him on Beth's chest, "Here, bother your sister until she remembers she's a grown woman with her own apartment."

Kaleb didn't listen, instead he layed his head down onto Beth's chest and promptly fell asleep.

"Good going, Kaleb. Now she'll never leave." Peyton mumbled under her breath. Somehow Santana still heard her if the swat to her head was anything to go by.

"Hey! You just pretty much said the same thing."

"I'm an adult."

"I turn 18 next month!"

"And?"

Peyton went to say something but Santana gave herthat lookand she cleverly decided against it.

Santana walked back over to her mate and pulled her into the secluded kitchen.

"Now why are you being stubborn?"

Quinn pouted, "I'm not being stubborn."

"Oh, then I'll go tell Ryland to invite Taylor over-"

"Wait!"

"That's what I thought."

"I'm not being stubborn. I just don't want her dating a Berry."

"Quinn. What has Rachel ever done to you?"

"You! She did you!" Quinn exclaimed loudly. Luckily, there was a thick, close able door to the kitchen.

"That was almost 20 years ago. I thought we moved passed that." Santana's voice softened. Who knew a decision she made would still be biting them in the ass 20 years later.

"I-we did. We did. But it's the principle of the thing. I don't know. I'm just not comfortable with it." Quinn's shoulders slumped.

Santana hugged her wife tightly, "I think it's time we tell them. They're old enough. Hell, Beth was there when it happened."

Quinn's nose scrunched in protest.

"Ryland will never be able to understand where you're coming from if she doesn't have all the facts." Santana pecked Quinn on the lips lightly, her arms loosely folded around the alpha's neck.

Quinn nodded hesitantly, "Fine, but I reserve the right to pout the entire time."

Santana laughed lightly, "You've got yourself a deal, Alpha."