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A.N. Hi y'all this is something basically for me to practice writing. I'm not sure if I will be taking requests (I'm always open to you leaving ideas in the comments) but I will be sure to let you know. Also, Brittany and Kurt are not good people in this universe.
The song is Anything Could Happen by Elli Goulding.
"RACHEL BARBRA BERRY-LOPEZ!"
Rachel's eyes widen as she sat up. She was sweating and freezing at the same time. She looked around frantically. The room was mildy dark, but she could still see it. There it was in the doorway. The most scariest thing she had ever encountered in her whole life.
Her wife.
If she wasn't currently flailing about, she'd have assumed she was currently experiencing sleep paralysis. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. This was very real.
Santana stalks closer to her. The murder in her eyes is palpable and Rachel wonders is this really how she dies. It be a shame, but at least she wouldn't have to deal with Quinn anymore.
"Rachel! Why did I just get a call from Mercedes telling me that Quinn was dead asleep when she got home?" Santana's eyes narrowed as Rachel floundered.
"Quinn's horrible at time management?"
"No. That idiot slept through her alarm. Which means you did too. Which means that Lara, Micah, and Emily missed school because you and the other dimwit were supposed to carpool!" Santana seethed. Mercedes had interrupted her recording session to inform her that they were no longer having sex with their respective wives, because said wives were not very smart.
"First of all, I just want to say. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my entire life with the voice of an angel. In our defense, practice ran late last night and on of top that we're training for the world cup in a month. We're tired. I'm sorry." Rachel smiled cutely. Hopefully, being irresistible would lighten her wife's mood.
Santana just rolled her eyes, "Whatever. But when you can't get either of the girls to sleep tonight because they've been sleep right along with you today, don't come crying to me. The bedroom door will be locked."
Rachel pouted as she rolled off of the bed. She didn't bother to put on any real clothes. It was just her children, so she stayed in her t-shirt and boxers. She assumed that she was waking them up as there wasn't any screaming in the hallway.
She snuck a kiss from her wife with a mischievous smile. Santana rolled her eyes again with a small smile on her lips.
Rachel ducked into her youngest's room. The 4-year old was sprawled across her racecar bed side ways. Drool was streaked across both cheeks and some of her hair. Rachel stopped asking questions awhile ago when it came to Mikayla. She was basically just Santana if you took the singer and shrunk her. Of course that meant Rachel would have to invest in a weapon to fight off all the potential suitors when the girl got older.
Rachel sat on the ground and crossed her legs, she was now eye level with the sleeping girl. She stared at her silently for moment, making sure she hadn't choked on her own drool in her sleep for a moment before the girl twitched unceremoniously.
Rachel took that as her queue to start the waking up process. She placed a hand on the girls back before rubbing softly and calling her name.
"Kay Kay, it's time to wake up. Mami is mad at Mama and I need you to protect me." Mikalya woke up slowly, her eyes blinking at her mother curiously.
"What did you do this time?" Rachel frowned. Why did it have to be her fault all the time?
"Uh...nothing. Anyway, lets go wake up your sister then get breakfast...errr, lunch." Mikayla nodded softly. She held her arms out for her mother. Rachel picked up the girl with a laugh.
She then walked toward the next room. Lara, whom was 7, was sleeping in a similar position to her younger sister. Rachel placed Mikayla on Lara's back and let her go to town.
The girl let out a yelp as a wet finget was placed in her ear. Mikayla smirked triumphantly. She got her on the first time.
Lara looked around curiously. She saw her mother snickering in the corner and wondered if she should start crying to make her feel bad.
"Lara! You awake?"
Lara sat up slowly, being aware of Mikayla still clinging to her back like a Koala.
"Yes, I am. What time is it?"
Mikayla shrugged even though Lara wasn't really asking her.
"2:30?" Rachel shrugged.
"2:30?! You mean I missed my math test?! Thank you, Mom! You're my new favorite."
Rachel sighed, "Well don't let your Mami here that. Let's eat. Then, we can maybe go to the park with Micah, Emily, and the twins."
"Yay!" The children cheered in unison.
Rachel and Quinn sulked as their children frolicked in the park in front of them. Their wives talked animatedly about something they weren't privy too next to them.
Santana turned to the two and chuckled at their faces, "Will you two stop brooding and call Sam and Blaine. We need to talk to Blaine and the kids probably want to see Jason."
Rachel pouted exaggeratedly as she grabbed her phone out of her pocket.
"We're not mad at you two so will you quit it with the dramatics!" Mercedes exclaimed. Within a matter of seconds both of the soccer players wore identical winning smiles.
A few minutes later Sam and Blaine showed up with her their sons. 5 year old Jason, and two year old Maximus.
Jason ran off to play with the other kids as Max stayed in Blaine's arms. Happily babbling to himself.
The parents sit together talking for awhile. Santana is explaining how she's coming along on her newest album until she's interrupted by a shrill cry and a child falling into her lap.
Mikayla's wailing is accompanied by an upset looking Micah, a bored Lara (though she takes a glimpse at Micah's face and suddenly decides she should be upset too), a confused Emily and Jason, and the twins...well she doesn't know where the twins are but she's sure Quinn will find them later. At least Maximus is happy.
"Kayla, what's wrong?" She doesn't have any visible injuries so Santana assumes this is one of those dramatic episodes her kids picked up from Rachel.
"Lara won't let me play with her and Micah!" Lara's mouth dropped open in betrayal. That's exactly what happened but she didn't think the girl would actually tell on her.
"Lara. You know she gets jealous when you play with others. Apologize." Rachel admonished. Lara stared at her mother with a hint of a glare before huffing and looking at her baby sister.
"Sorry for not letting you play with us, Kay Kay." She loved her sister, she really did but God was she a brat.
But Mikayla continues to sob, and people are starting to stare, and Lara wants to take her apology back because it didn't work anyway.
"Kay, will you stop crying for Mami?" Santana rubbed her daughters back, she glanced to her wife for help. Mikayla shook her head and Santana frowned.
Rachel chuckled softly. She knew what her daughter wanted. She after all was her daughter.
Stripped to the waist
We fall into the river
Cover your eyes
So you don't know the secret
I've been trying to hide
We held our breath
To see our names are written
On the wreck of '86
That was the year
I knew the panic was over
Santana quickly caught on with a roll of her eyes. She would have let Rachel handle this. But her daughters were looking at her expectantly and she wasn't going to let her wife show her up.
Yes since we found out
Since we found out
That anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Anything could happen
Santana breathed a sigh of relief as the 4 year old went limp in her arms. She smiled at her wife. They hadn't sung together in a while and she always loved how their voices melted together.
"Well that was a bust. Come on Micah let's play while she's sleep!" Lara runs off before anyone can catch her. Micah just shrugs and happily scurries off.
"This is your fault, y'know?" Santana says turning to Rachel.
"What's my fault?"
"Their personalities." Quinn snickers to herself as she subtlety looks around for the children she lost, hoping Mercedes doesn't notice.
"You love all of our personalities. It's why you chose me over Quinn." Rachel nods as she speaks. Maximus who has since crawled onto her lap, slaps her on the cheek a bit.
"Thank you, Maxi. Your aunt is delirious. I chose you over Quinn because Quinn is...Quinn. Also you're cuter than her."
"Hey! In my defense, Mercedes was standing next to you whenever you spoke to me and I think we all know that I am very easily distracted by pretty things."
"I know you don't know where Dante and Davis are, Quinn. Don't try to butter me up." Mercedes says never looking up from where she's buffing her nails. Quinn just nods resolutely before getting up to start the search party for her twins.
"Well, anyway. You love me for me and that's it. Period." Santana cracks a smile at her wife.
"I suppose you're right." The two meet for a kiss as Blaine and Sam gag.
"Oh fuck off, Sam. You're bisexual, you love this."
Sams shrugged, "I'm not opposed."
"Fuck off!" The adults all gasp as Maximus claps happily.
"What!? Since when can you enunciate?" Santana said staring at the slobbering boy.
"Fuck off!"
"Thanks a lot, Santana." Blaine sighed and rolled his eyes. Santana taught his children a new curse word everytime they were near. At least Maximus would forget it within the next hour.
Santana winced, "Y'know what? I think I'm going to go help Quinn find the twins."
"Oh don't worry about it. They're at my Mom's place. I dropped them off while she was sleeping." Mercedes continued to buff her nails nonchalantly.
"And you're just going to let her look stupid out there?" Sam asked with a slight smile on his face.
Mercedes glanced up to see her wife slowly become more and more paranoid.
"Yeah."
The other four parents just blink at her.
"You are so mean."
"Well she should've thought about that when she decided to not take my babies to school."
They sit in silence and watch as Quinn slowly loses it. It's surprisingly entertaining to watch.
A.N. Okay, it will become more obvious later but here's the rundown if you're confused.Pezberry's Kids: Lara, 7 and Mikayla 4Quinncedes' Kids: Micah, 8, Emily, 6, and the twins Dante and Davis, 4.Blam's Kids: Jason, 5, and Maximus, 2