"You know what?" Santana asked Rachel as they got ready.
"What?" the diva asked.
"That school is fortunate for three reasons." the Latina said.
"And they are?" Rachel asked as she finished up her makeup Santana grinned at her wife and kissed her cheek.
"Number one, Lucy wasn't seriously injured. Number two, nobody bothered her for the last week of school. And number three, I was able to find a nice private school for her." she said. Rachel laughed as she pulled Benny in front of her, her heart breaking as she noticed his disappointment at having to wear a suit.
"I know you don't like it, handsome, but this is what Aunt Quinn wants you to wear and it's her wedding." she said as the boy fussed with his suit.
"Its a vow renewal, not wedding." Santana corrected, straightening the boy's tie. "You do look handsome, though." she said, kissing his cheek.
"Where's Lucy?" Rachel asked. Santana fixed her lip gloss.
"With Beth. They'll be here soon. Quinn asked me to make sure that they got ready. Wait... Where is Patrick?" she asked, looking for Finn and Quinn's five year old son. Beth and Lucy were the flower girls and Patrick and Benny were the ring bearers.
"Don't wanna wear it Auntie Tana." the blonde boy said, walking over as he tried to remove the tie.
"Oh, I know, but your Mommy will be mad if you do, so... I think we all agree you should wear it." she said. Patrick nodded and huffed. "You both look handsome. You're gonna steal the spotlight from Quinn." the Latina woman declared.
"San!" Rachel said, giggling.
"Its true!" Santana said as Lucy and Beth walked in. "Lets get you two ready."
"Sanny!" Rachel singsonged. Santana giggled.
"Okay, honey. I'll dance with you." she said, pulling her wife onto the dance floor. The Latina wrapped one arm around her waist as her wife placed her hand on her own shoulder and grabbed Rachel's free hand in her own, pulling her close.
"You know, we've spent most of today telling the children and Quinn how beautiful and handsome they look, but I'm not sure I've told my wonderful wife how beautiful she looks." Rachel said. Santana grinned and leaned down, kissing her wife softly.
"You look beautiful too, Rach." she whispered. Rachel smiled. "So how do you like Lima?" Santana asked.
"You ask me that every time we visit." Rachel pointed out. Santana shrugged. "And every time I tell you that Lima is a wonderful town." she continued.
"But you love New York, right?" Santana teased. Rachel laughed and looked past Santana.
"It's time to go." she declared.
"Why?" Santana asked.
"Because Benny fell asleep in your mother's lap and Lucy is soon to follow in your dad's." Rachel said. Santana turned around. "What time is it?" she asked.
"Oh... Almost midnight. Let's go home." Santana said, walking over. "Hola, Mami, Papi... Sorry about those two." she said, grinning.
"It's no problem mija. If you two want to stay we can take them to our house." her father said.
"We'll go too." Rachel said, stroking Lucy's hair as Santana picked Benny up.
"I'll carry her." Santana's father offered, standing up as the group walked over to Finn and Quinn.
"Hey Q. We have to take off." Santana said, smiling at her sleeping son. Quinn nodded. "We'll come see you before we go back to New York." she promised.
"Bye guys. Thanks for everything." the blonde said.
"I'm glad we found a good private school to put Lucy in next semester." Rachel whispered as they tucked the kids into bed. Santana smiled and pulled her wife into her childhood bedroom.
"So am I. I can't believe she was getting bullied because we're married." she said, changing into her pajamas.
"Honestly, I can." Rachel said softly. Santana looked over to see sadness in Rachel's eyes as the Broadway star stared out the window.
"Baby..." she whispered, noticing tears and immediately walking over. "I know you went through the same thing growing up." Santana said softly, wrapping her arms around Rachel's waist and pulling her back into her front.
"I never thought I'd be still having those problems. I never thought my children would have to go through what I went through growing up." Rachel whispered. Santana paused.
"What do you mean?" she asked slowly.
"When I pictured my life growing up I never pictured my kids being bullied for having gay parents." Rachel explained.
"I see... How exactly did you picture your life?" Santana asked.
"Like every girl pictures it. I'd have my dream job, the picture perfect husband, and children." Rachel said, frowning as Santana pulled away. "Santana?" she questioned, turning around.
"Sorry I ruined your perfect life image." Santana whispered, slipping into the bed.
"Wait, what?" Rachel asked, getting into the other side of the bed.
"Let's see, uh... 'picture perfect husband?' I'm not your husband. I'm your wife." Santana said, her back facing Rachel.
"Sweetheart, that's not what I meant." Rachel said. Santana sighed and turned off the light.
"Let's just go to bed." she said.
"Morning." the Latina yawned the next morning as she walked into the giant kitchen to see her parents, her wife, and her children sitting at the table. "Was anyone going to wake me up?" she asked, walking over.
"I wanted to but Mama said to let you sleep. But she made us wait to eat." Lucy said. Santana smiled and kissed Rachel's cheek as she slid into the chair next to her.
"Thank you." she whispered, smiling at Rachel to let her know that they were all right. "Lucy Ray, elbows off the table." she warned, grabbing food from the spread on the table.
"San, can we talk for a minute?" Rachel asked. Santana raised an eyebrow.
"Babe, I wants to get my breakfast on." she said.
"Please?" Rachel whispered. Santana bit her lip and nodded, standing up and following Rachel into the next room.
"If this is about last night, its okay. I'm over it, I promise. I overreacted." Santana said softly so that everyone else wouldn't hear. Rachel smiled.
"I'm sorry about that. I wasn't thinking when I spoke." she said.
"Rach, its okay. Let's just forget about it. When I was a kid I pictured myself with a husband too. Every girl does when they're little. But I got something better." Santana whispered, kissing the diva passionately.
"Let's go eat." Rachel said softly.