The first three chapters is here to get some setting before we jump right to the age play side of the story. Next chapter, we'll see Santana regressing even more and some times with Brittany. Thanks to all of you for reading and leaving review. Appreciate that! Enjoy!
Quinn woke up by the sound of someone moving and whimpering. She quickly turned on her bedside lamp and sat up on the bed to see Santana moaning and moving around. It looked like Santana was caught in a nightmare so Quinn began to shake her slightly.
"San, wake up baby," Quinn cooed.
"No, please mami," Santana mumbled as Quinn shook her harder. Santana suddenly opened her eyes and quickly sat up, gasping in surprise. She was breathing hard and sweating a little.
"Hey you okay," Quinn reassured her as she began to rub her back. "Wanna talk about it? She asked with concern.
Santana let out a long sigh and shook her head. "No I'm fine," she grumbled before groaning while pulling the blanket off. "Ughh I wet myself! I can't believe it!"
"Don't worry, it's normal," Quinn tried to console her. "Come on, I'll help you change."
Santana groaned and flopped down on the bed. "I can't fucking believe it! I'm freaking fourteen!" She whined feeling tears threatening to fall.
Quinn sent her a disproving look. "Language, and I already told you. It's not a big deal," she said as she grabbed a fresh diaper and wipes.
Santana scoffed and sniffled, "whatever." She then grabbed her stuffed animal and looked away, wiping some tears.
Quinn rolled her eyes and let the attitude slip. She knew Santana was embarrassed about this. She untapped Santana's diaper and began to gently wiped her. Santana started to cry softly, she was still tired and upset about her nightmares. Quinn quickly put a new diaper on Santana and laid down beside her before pulling her in a hug. She saw it was only seven am so she decided to let Santana sleeping as she began to softly rubbed her back to help the Latina. Soon, she could heard the faint sound of Santana's breathing. Quinn carefully stood up and get dressed before leaving the room quietly. She grabbed her phone and noticed she had a missed call from Brittany, a friend she made in college, just one hour ago.
Quinn chuckled and dialed her number, knowing the dancer was always up early. It rang a few times before Quinn could heard the giggling sound of her friend.
"Hey Brit, how are you doing?" Quinn asked smiling while she started some coffee.
"Doing fine Q, I've been up since four am. I'm trying to make this new choreography for my junior class next Sunday," the tall blonde answered. "And how are you holding up mama?"
Quinn rolled her eyes, "laugh it up while you still can. She's cute but I think she's still upset about everything. I'm scarred that I won't know what to do when she will start to get more comfortable."
"Hey don't stress it too much. Sure she will test you but you'll know what to do, trust me," Brittany reassured her. "And I'll help you, by the way I was wondering if we could hang out with the munchkin Saturday after my class. How's does that sound?"
Quinn hummed, "yeah why not? We'll meet you at the dance studio then."
Brittany agreed and the two talked for one hour straight when Quinn saw Santana entering the room and flopping down on a chair with a long sigh. The Latina put her head in her hands on the table. Quinn hung up with Brittany and put her phone away before turning her attention to Santana.
"Hey, did we woke you up?" Quinn asked, standing up to start some breakfast.
Santana shook her head, muttering a small no. Quinn wondered what was wrong with her foster daughter. "Alright, did you change yourself?" Quinn then continued.
Santana rolled her eyes, "yes, I'm not a baby you know." Santana began to play with some spot on the table.
"I know you're not," Quinn told her. She finished preparing Santana's plate and herself and put them on the table. "Here you go, eat it. We have a long day before us."
Santana nodded and lazily picked up her fork before moving her food around. Quinn stopped eating when she clearly saw Santana's mood shift.
"Okay, what's wrong San?" Quinn asked, with a mix of concern and firmness.
"Nothing," Santana huffed, rolling her eyes.
"Stop rolling your eyes," Quinn lightly scolded before softening her tone. "Come on, you can tell me anything tiger."
Santana angrily threw her fork down and glared at Quinn. "Don't call me that!" She snapped to the blonde.
Quinn raised an eyebrow and checked her emotions. She was hurt about her reaction but she knew she needed to stay firm. "Don't shout at me Santana! Just calmly tell me what's wrong?"
Santana kicked the table angrily before standing up. "Whatever, you're not my mother!" She shouted trying to leave the room.
Quinn stopped her and had her hand gripping Santana's arm. Quinn knelt down and pointed a finger in her face. Santana started to squirm nervously, intimidated by the angry look on the blonde's face.
"Santana Maria, you stop with your attitude right now!" Quinn scolded, shacking her finger.
"Let me go," Santana whined trying to pull away before freezing when she felt two hard smack on her behind. "Ow! Stop it!"
"I warned you, young lady. Now are you ready to tell me what's wrong?"
Santana sniffled and rubbed her butt with her free hand. "Why do you care? You're just gonna leave again."
Quinn sighed and leaded Santana to a chair. "Sit down, I think we need to talk," Quinn told Santana before kneeling once again. She took Santana's hands in hers before speaking. "I'm sorry I didn't try harder to find you. But there wasn't a single day that I wouldn't think about you. Trust me." Santana had her head down as she listened to Quinn speaking. "When I received the call about you, I couldn't believe it and I didn't hesitate to take you in because I love you and I vowed myself that I'll do everything in my power to protect you."
Santana nodded. "I was angry when you first left for college," the Latina admitted. "I even tried to find you but my father caught me. And then he died and everything changed." Her voice was breaking at the end and she dissolved in tears as Quinn pulled her in a hug. "I-I just wanted to b-be with y-you."
"Shhh tiger, I'm here now," Quinn soothed as she rubbed Santana's back. "You're safe now, don't worry." Santana managed to calm down before she pulled away and wiped her face. Suddenly her stomach grumbled and Quinn chuckled while Santana blushed.
"I think someone's hungry," Quinn cooed, tickling the girl's stomach making her giggled.
"Stop it! Quinnie!" Santana squealed, trying to escape from her fingers. "Eeep," Quinn lift her in her arms and carried her to the bedroom.
"Alright, we'll take some doughnuts on our way to the mall." Quinn said as she got ready to go out.
Two hours later, the two of them were in the mall looking for some stuff for Santana's room. Santana was following Quinn around every stores while munching on her last doughnut. They had bought a bed, a new desk and some things to decorate. Quinn quickly realized Santana wasn't a big fan of mall as she had to drag the teenager in every place. Every times she asked Santana if she liked it, she was rewarded with a simple shrug and a quiet "sure."
They were now buying some grocery shopping and Santana groaned, blushing when Quinn grabbed a pack of diapers with childlike prints. "Ho come on, really?" Santana whined.
Quinn rolled her eyes. "It's the only one left in your size and nobody here knows it's for you anyway," Quinn replied, looking at her list.
"Whatever," Santana mumbled, noticing Quinn didn't heard her. "Can we leave now?"
Quinn let out a exasperated sigh and looked at Santana with a warning look. "Santana! Stop complaining, and yes we're nearly done. I just need to grab some meat, come on."
Santana groaned and followed Quinn before she stopped when she saw the toys aisle. Quinn didn't see Santana quietly walking away as she began to look for some meat. She put some frozen chicken in the cart before starting to call Santana's name.
"Alright we have everything now," she said before noticing Santana wasn't with her. "Santana?," she called loudly around her before growling when she didn't saw her. She left her cart in the ailse and went to find Santana when some noises caught her attention.
Santana was currently playing with a toy gun that was making noises when shooting that she didn't heard Quinn approaching her. "Santana Maria!" Santana jumped and turned around gulping at the look on Quinn's face.
"W-Wait! No please," Santana stuttered as she hastily tried to put the gun back. Unfortunately, Quinn finally caught up to her and grabbed her arm before turning her sideways. She gave the Latina four hard smacks to Santana's clad covered bottom. "Ow! I'm sorry!" Santana cried, feeling tears starting to fall.
"You can't just disappear like a small child! I can't believe you," Quinn scolded as she dragged Santana back to the cart.
Santana sniffled loudly and rubbed her bottom with her free hand. She blushed and looked down when she saw some people staring at her. "Now you keep your hand on the cart and if you ever do that again, you'll go straight to the corner."
"W-what? But that's for little kids," Santana whined.
"Exactly, little kids like you who walked away from their mommy," Quinn scolded before walking to the counter to pay.
"I'm sorry," Santana apologized quietly.
Quinn nodded and soon, they were making their way to the car. Quinn told Santana to sit in the backseat while she loaded the car. Santana obeyed and waited until Quinn climbed in the car and drove away. Quinn looked at Santana trough the rear view mirror, seeing the Latina was looking trough the windows pouting.
"Sam, you can't disappear like a kid. You could get hurt and I won't be able to help you if something happen to you," she explained.
"I was just bored," Santana mumbled.
Quinn sighed. "I know you were but it doesn't excuse this. Next time you're really going to the corner with a sore backside," she warned her.
Santana blushed at the threat and remained silent during the whole car ride. Ten minutes later, Quinn parked in front of the local high school, Hamilton High. Santana looked at Quinn curiously.
"We need to register you at the school. We have a meeting with the principal," Quinn explained as they both climbed out of the car.
When they entered inside the building, they were many kids everywhere and the first thing Santana noticed was the uniforms. She internally groaned and tried not to look intimidated by all the looks she was receiving. Fortunately for her, they were finally standing in front of the reception desk. A old woman smiled when Quinn came up at the desk.
"Hey Quinn, you look great today," she greeted her.
Quinn shook her head. "Thanks Mrs. Green I'm here to register my new foster daughter, Santana," she said pulling the teenager in front of her.
"Quinn! It's Jane for you," Mrs. Green said before smiling to Santana. The Latina waved shyly, feeling nervous. "Well hi there Santana, I'm the secretary and you can call me Jane. Everyone does here. You can find find me anytime if you have a problem or just want to know some stories about Quinn." She told Santana who giggled quietly.
"Don't encourage her Jane! She will be the death of me soon," Quinn replied rolling her eyes.
"Hey, not true!" Santana argued making Jane laughed.
"You can wait there, Mr Black will see you soon," Jane told them while giving some sweet to Santana discretely.
Santana giggled and joined Quinn to sit next to her. She had a feeling she'll like this Jane. They waited in silence, Quinn reading a magazine. Santana kicked her feet in the air in boredom.
"What kind of school still wear uniforms anyways?" Santana asked breaking the silence.
"This one apparently," Quinn answered, not looking away from her magazine.
Santana rolled her eyes, "I'm not wearing it if it's itchy." Quinn looked at the young latina with a warning look that Santana couldn't see.
"Ho you'll be wearing it," she told her.
"I'll look stupid," Santana mumbled looking at her feet dangling from the chair.
Quinn put down her magazine and tapped Santana's chin so she could look at her. "Listen to me, I don't care if you're looking like a penguin, you will be wearing it or we will have some problems understood?"
"Not fair," she whined. Quinn rolled her eyes and was about to scold her some more when the office door opened revealing a tall black man with a suit.
"Quinn, how's it going?" He said shacking hand with the blonde. "And you must be Santana, nice to meet you young lady. I'm principal John Black."
"Nice to meet you sir," Santana answered nervously. She didn't really like being in a principal's office. She felt Quinn rubbing her back to try to calm her nerves as they followed John inside.
They both sat down and Santana squirmed a little in her chair. She sent a small smile to Quinn who began to caress her on the leg. Mr. Black opened some files before smiling to Santana.
"Alright let's get this started. Santana I read your records, overall everything is good except some difficulties in history," John said before looking at Quinn. "I think it will be better for Santana to be in the tutoring class. It's every Monday after class."
Santana looked at Quinn and groaned silently when the blonde agreed. "I think it's a good idea," she replied, sending a warning look to Santana to behave.
"Good, I also read that you were into cheerleading. Luckily for you the team is looking for a new member," John told Santana who nodded. "So here's your locker's number and code. And the rules of procedure of the school that you need to read and both signed," he said giving Santana some papers before he gave another paper to Quinn. "And this is the paper that said you agreed that Santana can be paddled by me if needed."
Santana's eyes shot up from the papers with wide eyes. "W-wait hold up! Paddle?" She asked looking between the two adults. John leaned back in his chair choosing to say nothing as Quinn shot Santana a dangerous look.
"Yes, the paddle. Maybe you want to test it out right now?" Quinn told her.
Santana stood up angrily. "Huh huh, no way!" She shouted to Quinn who also stood up and grabbed her arm tightly before whispering in her ear.
"I suggest you stop throwing a tantrum and embarrassed me in front of your principal. I won't hesitates to spank you right now, right then. So, what it will be young lady?" Quinn asked sternly.
Santana blushed and hung her head. "I'm sorry," she quickly whispered and Santana back down once she was released.
"Sorry for that John," Quinn apologized to the man who waved her off.
"No worries," he told her before turning to Santana sympathetically. "Don't worry Santana, we only use it for serious offenses and you don't have to be afraid to come talk to me if needed alright?"
Santana nodded but kept her head down. Quinn and the principal exchanged some words before they finally stood up. Santana followed their lead and Quinn shook hand. "It was nice to see you again Quinn. Jane will give you Santana's uniform before you leave. Santana, I'll see you next Monday." Both girls said their goodbyes and Quinn grabbed Santana's hand and quickly out of the office. Jane was waiting for her and gave Quinn a bag before they left.
Santana whined quietly and tried to untangle her hand from Quinn's grip as they made their way back to the car. "Stop moving young lady," Quinn growled as they approached the car.
"Come on, what did I do?" Santana protested once they were at the car.
Quinn turned around and pointed a finger in Santana's direction. "I can't believe you would threw a tantrum like a five years old back there!"
"But a paddle? Don't you think that too much?"
"I don't care, and let set this right now. If you ever come home and I heard you got paddled at school, you'll get a spanking at home too. Now get in the car!" She finished, laying a hard smack to Santana's bottom.
Santana cried out in pain and quickly climbed into the backseat of the car. The ride home was fast and Santana helped Quinn to bring some of the stuff inside the house. A truck pulled up in their driveway with Santana's desk and bed. Santana decided to go watch some tv while Quinn helped the workers put the furniture upstairs. Thirty minutes later, the worker left and Quinn went to find Santana. The girl was currently watching Spongebob and giggling at every joke. Quinn couldn't help but find her incredibly cute. She sat down next to the brunette and smiled warmly when Santana unconsciously snuggled into her side.
"Do you like this show baby?" Quinn cooed, rubbing Santana's arm.
Santana nodded, "huh huh, it's funny."
"Come on, let's go see your room," Quinn said, turning off the tv. She chuckled at the pour she received from Santana and picked her up in her arm.
Quinn carries Santana upstairs and put her down on her feet when they reached the door to Santana's new bedroom. "Open the door babygirl," Quinn told Santana and quickly entered inside the room. Santana squealed and ran for the bed before jumping on the mattress.
"This is so cool, thanks Quinnie!" Santana shouted before flopping down on the bed.
Quinn laughed and grabbed a bag from the floor. "Glad you like it, now come on. Let's try your uniform."
"Aww do we have to?" Whined Santana, sitting up in her bed. "I'll do it later," she said before trying to run out of the door.
"Ho no you don't, get back here missy," Quinn said, wrapping her arm around Santana's waist.
"Nooo let me go," Santana protested, trying to wriggle away. "I don't want to!"
"I don't care, I'm the parent here so I get to decide," Quinn finally sat down on the bed and pulled Santana between her legs, effectively trapping her in place.
"This sucks," Santana mumbled as Quinn pulled her top off before putting her shirt and blouse. "It's itchy! And I don't like the colors," Santana whined, stomping her feet.
"Stop moving young lady," chided Quinn as she pulled down Santana's pants. "Come on, lift your legs."
Santana groaned but obeyed and crossed her arms over her chest as she stood in only her panties and top. Quinn grabbed the plaid grey skirt and put it on Santana. The young latina blushed the whole time, feeling like a little kid that needed help to get dressed. Quinn then stood up and turned Santana to look herself in the mirror.
"I think it looks nice on you, don't you think?" Quinn asked her.
Santana shook her head and shot the glass a cold stare. "No, it's ugly and I won't wear it!"
Quinn quickly knelt down beside Santana and turned her around so she could look at her. "Listen to me well Santana. I don't care if you don't like it, you have to wear it that's the rules. Now if you want to fight me on this every morning, be my guest. But I prefer to warn you, me, my hand and your bottom will have a long chat."
Santana pulled away from Quinn and stomped her feet angrily. "It's not fair! I don't to wear it! I hate it, I hate this school!" The brunette shouted as she began to take off her blouse.
Quinn quickly stood up and grabbed Santana's arm, stopping her before she dragged the teenager to an empty corner. "Enough, you've been behaving like a brat since this morning. You want to act like a little kid, then I'll punish you like a little kid."
"No please, I'm sorry," Santana pleaded as Quinn put her nose in a corner. She felt Quinn lifting up her skirt before placing two hard smacks on her bottom. "Ow!"
Quinn righted her clothes and whispered in her ear. "Another outburst today and I'll spank you for good so don't test me little girl. Now you stay here for ten minutes, do not move," Quinn told her sternly.
Santana sniffled and nodded, before rubbing her butt with her hands. Quinn said nothing and went to sit on Santana's bed, watching the girl in the corner. She knew Santana was still adjusting but she wouldn't let this behavior slide easily. She noticed how Santana sometimes seemed to regress unconsciously. First she was playing with some toys at the mall, then how she acted around Mrs. Green and then when she was watching some cartoon. And when she was upset, it was a mix between a teenager and a five years old. Quinn quickly noticed how Santana reacted better with some spanking and right now how corner time seemed to work.
Santana was rubbing her behind with her hand while the other was rubbing her eyes as she sniffled, still facing the corner. She was the sight of a well chastised little girl that got sent to time out by her mommy. Quinn smiled and she made a note to talk with Brittany about this. When the times was up, Quinn called Santana over. The young teenager slowly approached with her head down until she stopped in front of Quinn and began to wiped her face with the sleeve of her blouse.
Quinn pulled Santana between her legs and tapped her chin to let her know to look at her. "Alright Santana, why did I put you in the corner?" Quinn asked gently.
Santana sniffled loudly before answering. "B-because I shouted a-at you?"
Quinn nodded. "That's right, I hope you learned your lesson about throwing tantrum because next time it happens, I'll spank you right then, right there," Quinn threatened.
Santana's eyes grew bigger as she frantically nodded her head. "I won't do it again. I swear," Santana promised.
Quinn smiled and pulled the girl in a hug, Santana accepting the maternal comfort. "I'm sorry," the Latina murmured as Quinn rubbed her back. They stayed like for a few moments until Quinn pulled away.
"Come on, time to eat," Quinn announced, standing up.
"Can we have nuggets?" Santana asked as she grabbed Quinn's hand and followed her downstairs.