A/N: I don't own Glee. *Sad Sigh*

Today's Theme! Future Quinntana! Setting: Told from their son's P.O.V, Santana and Quinn teach their daughter how to drive

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~Kay :)

"KALLIE! STOP THIS FUCKING CAR!" Mom yells at my sister. I struggle not to laugh at Kallie looking like she's about to burst into tears with her knuckles white as she grips the steering wheel. Mom looks like she's about to faint or explode with rage she hangs on to the handle at the top of the car so hard her knuckles turn white.

"Mom! I'm trying! Stop yelling at me!" Kallie hiccups as she makes another turn onto the curb.

"Well I'm trying to live! Stop trying to kill us!" Mom fumes as her face turns pale while Kallie slams onto the brakes as the light turns yellow.

"Santana, stop yelling and Kallie, please, please, be careful!" Mama says as she sits here in the backseat with me, praying and clinging onto her seat belt with her face flushed beet red.

I fail to keep my laughter in check as I see a lone tear trek down Kallie's face. Mom turns around and glares at me. "You think this is funny, Alex? Huh?" I try to stifle my laughter but it's not working.

"So you're just going to sit there laughing while this demon child I pushed out for fourteen hours is trying to kill us?!" At this, I hear Mama snicker. "Oh? You too, Quinn?"

"I'm so sorry, I di-"

"I don't want to hear it, Quinn! You know what?" Mom gets out the car in the middle of the street while we sit here at the light and walks around to Mama's side of the car and yanks the door open. "Get the fuck out!" She points her finger from Mama to the road.

"What?!" Mama looks around the street as horns start honking for us to go.

"You heard me, Quinn! Get out the car! Since you think this is so funny, sit in the front seat and watch your life flash in front of you while I fucking laugh at it!" Mom looks positively furious and Mama is smiling behind her confusion but goes upfront to sit beside a silently crying Kallie without any further questions.

Kallie doesn't start by taking her foot off the brake first, she presses on the gas and flies off before Mom has the chance to put her seat belt on. I'm dying with laughter as Mom lets out a ridiculously sharp and girly scream and starts cursing us out in Spanish.

"What the hell?! Kallie?!" Mama yells as she checks on us in the back. "David Alexander Fabray-Lopez, stop laughing! Santana, get out of fetal position." She turns back towards the front only to yell in surprise. "STOP! THAT'S A DOG!"

At this point, Mom and Kallie are sobbing. My sister pulls the minivan over and we end up on top of half the side walk. She puts her face in her hands, Mom is babbling about seeing the lights flashing before her eyes as they both sob while Mama runs to check on the dog.

We stay like this for five minutes and my laughter comes out in wheezes and tears are streaming down my face. I'll need my inhaler soon.

Mom comes back into the car and gives out instructions. "Kallie, sit in the back with your mother and wipe your face. Alex, you drive because none of us are in the condition to do so right now. As a matter of fact, drive us to my office so I can get the heart monitor. I think my chest is palpitating and your mother is in shock."

I help Kallie to where I was sitting and get in the car and ease us off the curb once I make sure Mom is sitting up straight with her seat belt on.

"Kallie?" I call.

"What, Alex? Are you going to brag about how you got your license?" She glares at me with puffy red eyes.

"No," I laugh. "I just wanted to tell you that you have a line of snot running down your face." I laugh at her horrified face and continue.

"Also, never drive with Aunt Rachel in the car again. She's passed out."