Author's Note: Hey guys. Here I am with another installment of Breakaway, my new set of drabbles that I published a first chapter to on Saturday. I know I didn't talk about this in the author's note for the last chapter, but Glee's "Shooting Star" episode really got to me. I mean…wow. Chord, Heather, Becca, Blake, Jane, and Lauren made the episode for me. It was the most dramatic episode of the season, IMO. None of that was expected, and…everything with Brittany and Becky was… Oh, my God. For all of those who still haven't seen it, then…don't let me spoil you.

Anyway, here's my second drabble. This one focus on the infamous love child of Brittany S. Pierce and Santana Lopez, Miss Sugar Motta. More like a family drabble, and – okay, maybe you should go ahead and read before I spoil you some more. I hope you all enjoy it.

Summary: Six-year-old Sugar Pierce-Lopez feels a sense of jealousy and neglect as her mothers, Brittany and Santana, prepare to bring in a second child into the world.

Featured Pairings: Brittana (Brittany/Santana), Brugar (Brittany/Sugar), Implied!Klaine (Kurt/Blaine), Implied!Finchel (Finn/Rachel)

Chapter Two
I Am Number Four

Sugar had been waiting in the front room all day, watching a few episodes of Sesame Street while waiting on her two moms to come home. They had been to Babies R Us for the past hour and a half – two hours almost, if you count trying to fill up the gas tank once they left.

Today was a nice day today, but it didn't feel like it for poor Sugar Pierce-Lopez. She had been trapped in almost half of the day, and she never got a chance to go to the park and allow Santana to push her on the swings. The last time Sugar missed an opportunity like that, her best friend from school, Rory Anderson, was there with his father, Kurt Hummel-Anderson. Normally, Sugar's mothers would have a problem with the Rainbow Twins, which was what Santana called them on some occasions.

Sugar curled into a ball with her plush unicorn as she watched the Sesame Street characters dance and sing to a random song, when she heard the door bell ring. Thank God they came home, too; Sugar loved her babysitter, Quinn, but she wasn't really the best babysitter in the world.

"I can't stay on the phone much longer," the six-year-old's babysitter spoke to a guest over her cell phone as she walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. Sugar gazed up at her. Quinn was pretty, sure; but she spent too much time on her cell phone every time she came here to watch Sugar. It's like she doesn't even remember Sugar exists.

In fact, ever since Sugar's mother, Brittany, got pregnant with another baby girl, no one really remembers if Sugar exists.

"God, you're such an ass sometimes," Quinn told the person on the other line. Sugar assumed that it was her Prince Charming, as Quinn called it when she told stories to Sugar. He didn't sound as charming to Quinn. She looks as if she's irritated with the guy. "Fine, whatever," she sighed, walking over to the front door and grabbing the knob. "Okay. Talk to you later."

Sugar grabbed her plush unicorn as Quinn put her cell phone in her back pocket and turned the door knob. "Sugar Pie, your moms are home," she cooed to the small girl running towards her energetically.

When the door swung up, Santana and Brittany walked in. Brittany didn't bother to stop to greet Quinn, though, for she was getting weak from walking everywhere, and her back and body were killing her, let alone the baby growing inside her stomach. Santana placed a hand on Quinn's shoulder as her greeting, holding on to a big bag of diapers and stuffed toys in her other hand.

"The guy in the store had to be friggin' kidding me," Santana nearly whispered to the petite blonde standing beside her, handing her the bag full of diapers and toys. She stepped to the front door where the other bags lay. They were filled to the top with baby clothes, all in yellow, pink, and lavender. "You know how when you walk into Babies R Us, they have those mini swing chair things for babies with the little toys on them to mess around with?"

Young Sugar ran up to her Latina mother and tugged on her long, black blouse. "Momma," she pleaded to the taller woman, and she pointed her index finger towards her babysitter. "Miss Quinn owes a dollar to the swear jar!" But as usual, Santana was too busy to talk with her daughter, and Sugar was always ignored.

"Britt wanted to get one for Stacey," Santana continued with her conversation with Quinn as her six-year-old daughter kept tugging on her shirt. "So we asked the manager if they had any more pink or light green ones, and –"

"Momma!" Sugar called a bit louder, jumping up and down in place.

Santana turned her direction from Quinn to Sugar, her facial expression suddenly changing along with her tone. "Sugar, not now! What did I tell you about interrupting me?"

Now that Sugar actually got her attention, she continued to plead. "But Momma, you said –"

All of a sudden, Quinn grabbed the girl's arm and walked her away from Santana over to the couch where Brittany was sitting. "Your mommy and I are talking right now. She'll speak with you later, she promises," Quinn replies with a glowing smile on her face. Sugar pouted at the fact that not only her own mother didn't want to hear what she had to say, but at the fact that her own babysitter didn't want to get busted by her mother, either.

Sometimes even the babysitters can be the children, depending on what scenario it is.

Defeated by Quinn and Santana, Sugar walked over to a pregnant and irritated Brittany S. Pierce with her plush unicorn. Brittany had given Sugar the unicorn before she was even born, and Sugar always loved to play with the thing with her pretty, blonde mother. She loved doing almost everything with Brittany since she was so fun and easy-going – unlike Santana, who was usually uptight and on her feet all of the time.

Unfortunately for Sugar, Brittany wasn't as easy going as she used to be. She was already six months pregnant with a new baby girl she and Santana insisted on calling Stacey. At first when Sugar found out that the two women were going to have another child, Sugar was excited since it meant that she had someone else in the house to play with. Now, they only focused on the baby, and barely gave Sugar any attention. Sugar doesn't even remember the last time she and Brittany went out for milkshakes. Was it – four months ago?

The six-year-old grabbed onto Brittany's hand and tugged it a bit, trying to get her attention. "Mommy," Sugar called sweetly. "Mommy, can you play with me?"

She watched as Brittany craned her head back and rubbed her stomach with her free hand. "Baby, mommy's tired. She was gone almost all day, and her back hurts. Maybe we can play later."

"But you've didn't have time for me," Sugar whined, grabbing onto Brittany's hand. Unfortunately, Brittany won't budge, for her tired eyes were glued to the television screen as she flipped from the cartoons channel to the soap opera channel.

Santana joined her wife at the couch once Quinn had gone upstairs to put up the baby stuff into Stacey's new bedroom. The Latina's eyes were really droopy as she looked forward, her right hand ghosting over Brittany's left where Sugar had been pulling. "I remember seeing the Rainbow Twins in the aisle with the carriages." She didn't have an interested looked on her face at all.

Brittany turned towards her, perplexed. "Blaine and Kurt were there?" Santana nodded in response. "Why? They don't have any babies."

"It was for Finn's dwarf wife's son, Jayden," Santana continued, grabbing the throw pillow that sat beside her on the couch. Her wife didn't respond, for she still had that confused look on her face as she gazed at the TV, which displayed what looked like Desperate Housewives. "You didn't know?" the brunette asked, craning her head towards Brittany.

While the two were having their conversation, Sugar stood there waiting for one of them to turn around and focus on her for a second. She hated when they had long conversations in front of her without realizing that Sugar was standing there in front of them. It always annoyed Sugar, and she could never figure out what to do about it.

"I remember Rachel being out sick about a few months ago," Brittany tried recalling the series of events that led to Finn and his wife, Rachel's son, Jayden. "Was it back in October or November?"

"October," Santana responded, clutching the pillow close to her. "She's having her baby boy next month. Bird Nose gave me the deets over Twitter last night while you were sleeping in for about half of the day."

Unable to tolerate anymore overshadowing, Sugar dropped her plush unicorn on the ground, and barged into the kitchen. She wanted it to look as if she was becoming a big girl and grab a glass of orange juice. Sugar grabbed a chair from the table and dragged it to the counter, climbing on top of it and reaching for her favorite Disney glass. She reached her hand over to the refrigerator handle to open the door, and she grabbed the Tropicana container from the bottom shelf.

While Sugar prepared her drink in the kitchen, the married lesbian couple continued with their conversation in the living room. While they did, Brittany rubbed her stomach some more, feeling a few kicks coming from their daughter.

"You okay, Britt?" Santana rubbed her wife's stomach comfortably, giving Brittany a concerned stare. She watched as her wife craned her head back again, trying to breathe comfortably and grabbing onto Santana's hand.

"The baby's just…kicking," Brittany replied. "I'm not due for another three months; I don't see how I could –"

At that moment, they heard something drop and spill in the kitchen. Alarmed, Santana got up from where she was to see what it was. She noticed Brittany attempting to get up and assist. "Britt, no," Santana informed. "You stay there and relax. I got this."

"My mom wanted me to get used to walking while pregnant, Santana. I'll be fine, I'm sure."

Santana rolled her eyes. "That's what my aunt told my grandmother, and she ended up laying her baby to rest just from slipping onto a recently-mopped floor." Santana barged towards the archway to the kitchen, and turned around before she made it fully though. "Don't move."

Brittany suddenly got even more cautious, for she checked the floor below her to see if there was anything she could trip over. As she plopped down on the couch, she reached for Sugar's stuffed unicorn and held it in her hands.

Thinking about having another baby was a little bit tough, though she had done it before. Giving birth to Sugar was hard at first, especially when the labor came. Maybe giving birth to Stacey wouldn't be as bad. But she did suddenly realize about how Sugar would feel. She was so young, yes, and she always wanted a little brother or sister. However, Brittany didn't remember the last time they went out to play longer than five minutes.

"I don't want to hear it, you! Go to your room!" Brittany heard her wife shout from the kitchen. Brittany had just realized that Santana had been yelling at her daughter for what she had done. Just when the tall blonde was about to get up and confront the two, she heard a slap coming from Santana.

"Momma, you hit me!" Sugar cried, which was followed by some sobs.

"You're not coming out until you apologize," Santana scolded. "Now go up to your room again, Sugar. I won't tolerate your behavior anymore."

Brittany had stopped at the archway when she saw her six-year-old daughter run from the kitchen all the way up the stairs, her face red and full of tears. Santana stepped out of the kitchen five seconds later. "Ugh, I have to clean that up," she spoke, annoyed.

Brittany suddenly grew concerned for Sugar. If there was one time where she could spend time with Sugar before things got serious, it would be now. "I'll go talk to her for you," Brittany informed. She saw the look on Santana's face, which was full of anger and concern. Brittany placed a hand on her wife's shoulder and replied, "Don't worry about her. You clean the mess up. I'll have her straight in no time."

Brittany walked back to the couch to grab Sugar's plush unicorn, and walked upstairs with it. She met with the babysitter on the steps, who was going down the stairs with her cell phone in her hand. "Santana will pay you once she's cleaned up the kitchen floor. There seemed to have been an accident in there with our daughter, so…"

Quinn gazed up at Brittany for a second, realizing that Brittany was even talking to her. "Oh, I'll pass with the money," she told her. "I only get my pay when I need it. Besides, I'm needed at church to help with their fundraiser."

"Good luck with that," Brittany responded with a sweet smile on her face. Quinn grinned back at her, and walked towards the front door to leave.

As Quinn was gone, Brittany headed upstairs to find her upset six-year-old daughter. Brittany walked down the hallway on the second floor towards a door with a few hand-drawn pictures on them. Most of them had stick figures of Brittany with Sugar on her back or in her arms, hugging the daylights out of her. Brittany remembered the last picture Sugar drew for her before the announcement of Brittany's pregnancy occurred. Brittany had kept it in her office at work. She was really creative, wasn't she?

Brittany opened the door a crack so her head could fit through. She looked left and right, and found Sugar laying on her green and pink bedspread, sobbing in her white pillow. "Sugar baby," Brittany called, saddened. Sugar didn't look up in response, for she felt guilty for what she did and her arm hurt from Santana's slaps.

The pregnant blonde opened the door some more and walked towards her daughter's bed, sitting down beside her and rubbing the poor girl's back. "It's Mommy, sweetie," she told her. "You're going to be okay. It's okay." She tried everything to cheer Sugar up, but she just seemed let down. "Come up and hug Mommy, please?"

Slowly and cautiously, Sugar turned around to see her mother bringing on that bright smile that lit the room. The six-year-old brought her arms up to hug Brittany, sobbing in her shirt and making a tear stain on it. "Momma hit me," she cried.

"You do realize what you did, right?" Brittany asked kindly, rubbing Sugar's back and resting her chin on top of her head.

Sugar sniffled and huffed, trying to regain some air so she could speak. "I just… I just wanted you guys to play with me," she cried again.

Brittany looked down at her poor child. "You thought we didn't want to play with you?" She watched as Sugar nodded, burying her face back into her mother's shirt and gripping onto Brittany's arm. Now Brittany really realized how much she disregarded Sugar ever since the pregnancy scandal. She grabbed onto her daughter and hugged her tightly. "I'm sorry, baby. Momma and I have been really busy lately, have we?"

As Sugar continued to cry on her, Brittany grabbed the plush unicorn and brought it towards the little girl. The unicorn tail rubbed against Brittany's belly. She now had two girls she had to deal with. It was a blessing to have these two in her family. But it was then and there that she recognized how much effort she had to put into her parenting.

"I promise it won't happen again, sweetie," Brittany told Sugar, who was still sniffling below her. Sugar seemed to calm down a bit, but it didn't look to be enough to the pregnant blonde. So she grabbed her closer and kissed her on the head. The little girl's head rested against Brittany's chest. It made Brittany smiled. She promised that she'd be there for not only the newborn, but for her first child. "I promise."

Author's Note: For the most part, this was a really fluffy drabble. But I thought it was adorable, if you ask me. Yes, I do believe in the Brittana baby (and I do have hope for Brittana in the future). I hope you guys liked it, and I hope you'll be back for my next drabble.