Hey (: So, I wasn't going to upload until Saturday because I wanted to do two at a time, but I'm doing it today because yesterday was Naya's birthday :D If that doesn't make sense, sorry, it did in my head :P

A short chapt. but I'll be updating very soon (:

Chapter 9- Double Teamed

"Before you see this, I'll have to warn you. What I am about to show you is so damn cute, you might want to prepare yourselves," Santana smiled for the camera, then turned it towards Quinn's bedroom door. She cracked the door open to reveal Quinn sitting with Mackenzie on her bed, carefully braiding the little girl's hair. Mack sat in between Quinn's legs as she combed her barbie doll's hair, singing a song in french that her mom used to sing to her.

"Dodo, l'enfant do,

L'enfant dormira bien vite

Dodo, l'enfant do

L'enfant dormira bientôt."

Quinn tied a thin elastic band at the end of Mackenzie's french braid, then leaned forward and hugged her, gently rocking them as she began to sing along.

"Une poule blanche

Est là dans la grange.

Qui va faire un petit coco

Pour l'enfant qui va fair' dodo.

Dodo, l'enfant do,

L'enfant dormira bien vite

Dodo, l'enfant do

L'enfant dormira bientôt."

Santana slowly entered the room, careful not to disrupt them. She couldn't contain her smile.

"Tout le monde est sage

Dans le voisinage

Il est l'heure d'aller dormir

Le sommeil va bientôt venir."

Mackenzie looked up and smiled at Quinn. "You sing like my mommy."

"So do you," Quinn grinned.

"There you have it, folks!" Santana giggled as she jumped onto the bed, startling the two blondes. "The most adorable thing I've ever witnessed, what do you think?" She turned the camera to face herself again, then winked. When she stopped recording, Quinn shoved her off of the bed. "Get her, Kenzie!"

"Hold her down!" Mackenzie immediately got off the bed.

"Hell no!" Santana tried to get up and escape, but Quinn straddled her stomach and pinned her arms down.

"Swear jar!" Mackenzie said sternly before tickling Santana's sides. The Latina squirmed under Quinn, fighting back every laugh that threatened to sound.

"Say Uncle!" Quinn told her. Santana shook her head, and chuckled out when Mackenzie tickled under her armpits. "Say it!"

"Give up, Tana!" Mackenzie advised. "Give up, or I'll have Nala lick your feet!"

"No way!" Santana laughed. Mackenzie pulled back and looked at Quinn. The room was quiet for a few seconds while Santana caught her breath. She tried to get up, but Quinn kept her pinned.

"Get the cat." Quinn told Mackenzie in a voice that was a few pitches deeper than usual.

"Alright, alright! I give!" Santana said. "Uncle!" Quinn smirked and pecked Santana's nose before getting up. "Mack, I can't believe you would double team me like that!"

Mackenzie shrugged. "I haven't seen you in three days. You didn't call. Mr. President missed you." The only person that Mack's turtle didn't snap at was Santana- the little guy nipped Mackenzie's fingers on several occasions.

"I'm sorry kiddo. I've been really busy lately," Santana frowned. "But, I have today off, so I was thinking, maybe we could spend the day together?"

"Yes!" Mackenzie cheered. "Best. Saturday. Ever."

"What did you have in mind, Santana?" Quinn asked dramatically, as if she didn't know.

"Well, I heard a certain somebody might be able to teach me how to ice skate-"

"I love ice skating!" Mackenzie cheered. "I can teach you!"

"Well, I guess we'd better get dressed then," Santana smiled. "We've got a big day ahead of us."

About twenty minutes later, Quinn and Santana were in the front seats of Noah's Malibu. Santana traded her motorcycle with him for the day- but only because she had to. She linked her fingers with Quinn's, then looked over her shoulder at Mackenzie. "Lunch or rink first?"

"Hmm…" the little girl hummed. "Rink. I don't want you to get sick."

"How considerate," Santana chuckled. As she pulled away from the apartment complex, she glanced at Quinn. "Q, I've never skated before," she whispered.

"Don't worry about it. It'll be fun."

"Yeah?"

"Totally. I'm sure Kenzie and I will have a good time watching you fall on your ass," she smiled.

"Bitch," Santana mumbled.

"Swear jar. Both of you," Mackenzie smiled. They were basically putting money in her pockets.

"Ears like a freakin' hawk!" Santana scowled. Quinn looked back at Mackenzie, who was looking out the window.

"Just like my sister," she replied. Santana gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"You two look all kinds of adorable right now," Santana smiled as she snapped a picture of her two favorite blondes. They were both sitting down, tying the laces of their skates. They were wearing similar long black coats that trailed down mid thigh, and matching grey beanies. Both of their skates were white.

"You know, you'll have to put your's on sometime, Tana," Mackenzie smiled.

"Or I could just take pictures of you guys," Santana shrugged.

"She's such a big baby," Quinn teased, "isn't she, Kenzie?"

"The biggest baby in the whole world," Mackenzie nodded.

"Hey! You guys double teaming me every five minutes? No me gusta," Santana pointed. She grudgingly sat down on the bench and put on her own skates, which were black with white laces. Once they were tied, the three of them held hands and walked towards the ice.

"Beautiful," Mackenzie breathed when she saw it. Santana looked at Quinn and smiled.

"I know right?" She said. Quinn looked at the brunette and blushed when she realized what Santana meant.

"Come on! Santana, I'll teach you how to skate backwards. Let me just get warmed up first," and with that, Mackenzie skated away. Quinn and Santana kept their eyes on the small girl.

"I don't know how she plans to warm up. It's fucking cold," Santana pouted.

"Stay close!" Quinn called out to Mackenzie before wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. "Warm now?"

"Mhm. Don't let go."

"If I don't, you'll never learn how to skate," Quinn giggled. Santana shook her head.

"I am perfectly okay with how we are right now."

Quinn rolled her eyes, then skated about a foot away from Santana. She held out her hands, which Santana slowly took. When Quinn started to skate backwards, she gasped. "No!"

"Don't be a baby," Quinn told her.

"I'm not a baby. I'm a bad ass."

"Prove it," she let go of Santana's hands, then moved beside her. "Copy what I'm doing. If you feel unsafe, grab me."

"Then we'll both fall," Santana pointed.

"Then grab the railing, brat," she bit her lip. "Okay, slowly, just like this," she started to move forward. Santana mimicked her flawlessly.

"Easy," the brunette smiled.

"Alright then, let's speed it up, shall we?" She moved a little faster, so did Santana. After a few seconds, Santana grabbed the railing.

"False alarm.." she blushed under Quinn's amused gaze.

"Check it out," the blonde pointed. Mackenzie drew in a little crowd, all of whom were admiring the little girls skills.

"Wow," Santana's jaw dropped. They watched as Mackenzie skated backwards, crossing and uncrossing her legs as she did so. She lifted her leg behind her and held her foot up by the soft curve under the blade, then slowly lowered it. "She's so talented."

"Tell me about it," Quinn smiled. After a minute or two, Mackenzie received an applause, then skated towards Santana and Quinn.

"Did you guys see?" She asked cheerfully.

"We did, munchkin," Quinn smiled. "You're amazing!"

"I applaud you, Mack," Santana told her.

"Ready to learn?" Mackenzie asked. Santana glanced at Quinn before nodding.

"Lets get this over with," she sighed. Quinn blew her a kiss as Mackenzie pulled her away, leaving her to lean against the railing and watch.

"Hey," a familiar voice said. Quinn looked beside her. Sure enough, there was Rowan.

"Are you stalking me?"

"Pure coincidence," Rowan said in defense. She pointed towards her younger brother, who was about twelve years old. "Davie is over there. You know how much we love to skate."

"Uh huh."

"Please, listen, Q. Let me explain-"

"There's nothing left to explain," Quinn said harshly. She kept her eyes trained on Santana and Mackenzie. "You left me when I needed you the most. Without a note or anything. You just. . . left."

"Just give me ten minutes of your time. Please. I need to tell you what happened-"

"Please stop trying," Quinn said through her teeth. She looked at Rowan and immediately regretted it. Her cheeks were stained by tears that she hadn't bothered to wipe away.

"Quinnie. Just let me explain myself and I'll stop. Okay? I'll be your friend- I'll be your anything. I just. . . I can't live with you hating me."

The blonde looked back at Santana, who was now on the ground with her arms crossed. Quinn smiled. "Quinnie, I just want you to know the truth," Rowan breathed. "That's all."

"Alright," the hazel eyed girl replied after a few empty seconds. "Ten minutes. That's all."

"Perfect," Rowan smiled weakly before holding out a small piece of paper.

"How do you know I didn't already put your number in my phone?" Quinn asked. Rowan shook her head with a small grin.

"I know you, Q. You probably burned it."

Quinn chuckled dryly. "I tore it up. Good guess though." Rowan pursed her lips, then touched the blonde's elbow.

"Please call me," she said. Quinn nodded. When Rowan skated towards her younger brother, she let out a sigh of relief. She skated towards Santana and Mackenzie, who were now (almost) successfully going backwards.

"Look at you!" Quinn cheered for her girlfriend. Santana immediately turned around to face Quinn.

"Mack, cover your eyes," she deadpanned. Mackenzie obliged, she always took Santana's serious voice, well, seriously. Santana immediately threaded her fingers through Quinn's hair and pressed her lips against her's. When she swiped her tongue against the blonde's bottom lip, she was quickly allowed access. After a little more than a minute, oxygen became a problem.

"What was that about?" Quinn asked as she rested her hands on Santana's hips. But Santana wasn't smiling.

"I'm showing that puta who you're with," she replied. Quinn arched an eyebrow, then looked back over her shoulder. Sure enough, there was Rowan, holding Davie's hand, blatantly staring at Quinn. "I don't like her, Q."

Quinn pursed her lips and looked into Santana's eyes. "Neither do I. But I love you more than anything," she connected there lips again. "I want to know why she left."

"No fucking way," Santana said lowly.

"Let me finish. I want you there with me. I won't go without you," Quinn said. "So?"

"You know what? If you want the truth, you deserve it. I'll go with you, but only if you want me to."

"Of course I want you to," Quinn smiled. She was about to kiss Santana again, but she was interrupted by Mackenzie's groaning.

"Get a room!" The little girl said sternly. Quinn and Santana smiled mischievously at each other, then quickly went on either side of the little blonde and pecked her cheeks. "Gross!" Mackenzie whined at she wiped the lip gloss from her cheeks.

"Come on, let's get out of here," Santana said as she stood up straight. "Where's Puckerman when I need him?"

"Why do you need him?" Quinn asked. Santana shrugged.

"I want a churro. He keeps a secret stash of them."

Santana licked the sugar from her fingers after finishing her third churro, then took a sip from her hot chocolate.

"You were supposed to share those with us!" Mackenzie pouted.

"Says who?" Santana snickered.

"Haven't you heard of sharing is caring, peanut head?"

"I didn't feel like pretending I care, oompa loompa," Santana sat back in her seat and crossed her arms.

"You two are too much alike. Santana, please stop insulting around Mackenzie, we don't need a mini Snixx running around," Quinn told her.

"Too late. Baby blonde learns fast," Santana smirked as she high-fived Mackenzie. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Great," she huffed playfully.

"Oh, I meant to show you something!" Santana smiled as she pulled out her phone. She handed it to Quinn.

"You posted our French lullaby?" Quinn asked.

"Read the comments."

"'So cute,' … 'she's so good with kids' .. 'maybe she's not so bad' .. They like me, San," Quinn smiled.

"Actually, they like me," Mackenzie giggled. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"And you have Santana's ego," she sighed. Santana laughed.

"Of course they like you, baby. You're amazing. It just took a little while for people to see that," she smiled.

Please don't hate me if you see mistakes, I know they suck. I'll go through and correct it again, I promise!

I only have one question- Who is your favorite double team? Mack/San, Mack/Quinn, or San/Quinn. Edit- NOT sexually or romantically, just by cuteness. The girls will NOT date children. EVER.

I think they're all pretty adorable :)

Also, I know this will be said- "Why is Quinn meeting with Rowan- that's so stupid!" Yeah, It is. But she loved her a lot, and wants to know why she came home to an empty apartment. Sometimes you have to understand the past to let it go.