AN: Understand that I am currently posting this after having had perhaps an hour or three of sleep from the previous night. As such my grammatical errors, which are normally plentiful, may increase ten-fold. (That might be an exaggeration, but don't be surprised if it's not. I mean, I suck at a grammar anyway) In other news, did anyone watch Sleepy Hollow earlier this week? It looked interesting, and I've needed new shows for a while now.

The first time Frannie worried about Quinn and Rachel having kids had been unwarranted and silly. They had been far too young to have kids; heck, she had been far too young to have kids. She would laugh about it later on. It was nonsense, a couple of kids having a kid of their own. As Quinn and Rachel grew up though, Frannie's concern reignited… if only somewhat. She took comfort in knowing that neither of them could get knocked up as long as they were with each other. Frannie just didn't want them to have kids before she had one of her own.

But Frannie didn't have any plans of getting pregnant anytime soon. It was reasonable, especially since she had been single since her senior year at high school. She dated occasionally, a couple guys and a girl this one time, but nothing serious. Not everyone could lucky enough to find the love of their life in a sandbox. Regardless, Frannie was happily single and for a while the fear she felt about her sister growing up too fast was pushed to the back of her mind.

That is until that one Skype call which left Frannie staring at the sight of Quinn holding a baby on her lap. For a moment, Frannie was speechless. She did nothing but gawk at the beaming grin on Quinn's face and the little baby girl who was busy sucking on her fingers. "Hey sis! Sis?"

"Huh?"

"Fran, are you okay?"

"Um, yeah… who's the kid?"

"Oh, sorry. This is Ashley. Say hi, Ashley." Quinn carefully took hold of one of Ashley's tiny hands and waved it at Frannie. "Rachel and I are babysitting," she explained. "Rachel should be over soon." Frannie let out a sigh of relief. She knew that she worried too much sometime, but that was all part of being a big sister.

"That's nice," she commented, waving back at Ashley even though she wasn't paying attention to her at all. The baby girl had light blonde hair. Looking at the two of them kind of reminded Frannie of when she would babysit Quinn, aside from the fact that the age difference was smaller.

"Yeah, it's been fun." She looked down at the little girl and rocked her a bit. "We thought it would be a good way to start saving up, and so we could also get ready for when we have kids of our own." She laughed at the wide-eyed look her sister gave her. The sound of laughter encouraged baby Ashley to elicit something akin to a giggle. "You have to stop doing that, you know. Rachel and I aren't having kids any time soon," she assured.

As though on cue, Rachel burst into the room. She came up behind Quinn and wrapped her arms around her and baby Ashley. "Hey Fran, I see you've met Ashley. Isn't she just the cutest thing?"

"Hey!"

"Next to Quinn of course." Rachel kissed her on the cheek as an apology. "Now let me hold her." Reluctantly, Quinn handed Ashley over. Rachel carried her over to the bed where she tried to get the little girl to laugh. Her efforts were quite successful. Quinn didn't turn back to Frannie. She was far to entranced in the sight of Rachel and baby Ashley. Frannie didn't mind. She was busy paying attention to them too. Their Skype call didn't last much longer than that as Rachel and Quinn had their hands full. Frannie didn't say it aloud, but after what she saw, she could admit that she could see the two of them as great moms one day.

She just didn't expect to see a similar sight quite so soon. Truthfully, after that day Frannie saw the lovely pair babysitting more often during their Skype calls. It had become a normal occurrence. Quinn and Rachel had even got good enough to not have cut their calls early due to baby problems. But the day Frannie came by to visit and heard crying, she didn't expect the answer for, "Whose baby is it this time?" to be…

"Oh, she's ours." Quinn's tone was plain and nonchalant, like it was no big deal. And then she strolled over to the living room where Rachel was gently rocking a baby who was heavily covered in a blanket. Frannie was sure she had heard wrong. She had to have heard wrong. She needed to have heard wrong.

"I'm sorry; I think I dozed off there. Whose baby?" she asked again, praying for a different answer.

"She's ours," Rachel answered in the same tone as Quinn.

"Yours?" Frannie couldn't wrap her mind around it. "Yours?" she repeated, her voice rising despite her efforts to keep calm. They couldn't have a kid, not at sixteen. "How can she be yours?" Rachel cradled the baby closer to her while covering up her ears as best she could.

"Quiet," she shushed. "We're trying to get her to sleep."

Frannie shot her an incredulous look. Of all the things that she could and should have been worried about, she was worried about that? She wanted to be nice, to be supportive about whatever it was that had happened that she had somehow missed out upon but she couldn't. "How can you have a baby? You're too young to have a baby. I'm too young to have a baby. And I'm way too young to be an aunt. And… and why are you two laughing?! This isn't funny! This is…" Frannie trailed off as she now saw that Rachel had let some of the blanket drop, revealing a baby doll.

"Isn't she cute?" Quinn asked.

"She's… she's plastic." Both Rachel and Quinn gasped. Rachel held the baby close while Quinn covered up her ears.

"Don't say that."

"You'll give her an identity crisis."

"Don't listen to Auntie Fran," Frannie cringed as her sister said the word. "All you need to know is that your mother and I love very much Barbra." Despite her confusion and slight annoyance at the situation, Frannie couldn't help but sputter out a laugh as she learned the baby's name.

"Barbra? Oh Quinn… you are so whipped."

"We picked her name together Frannie," Rachel informed her as Quinn's cheeks started burning red. Frannie didn't quite believe her, but motioned for her to fully explain. "You've already pointed out that you are aware who I named baby Barbra after, but Quinn here named her after Barbara Gordon."

"Batgirl? Nice compromise sis."

Quinn shrugged. "Well, we agreed to name her before class was over, but naming a baby is a lot harder than we thought. And then I noticed that she had red hair so I just thought…"

"And it was a wonderful idea." Rachel gave her a peck on the lips. "Although now it's quite clear that we need to start coming up with baby names now so we'll have them prepared for later. As much as I idolize Barbra, I wouldn't want to put too much pressure on our child by naming her after her."

"Wait, hold up," Frannie interrupted as she needed some clarification. "So this-"

"She," Rachel corrected.

Frannie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "She is just a school project? And the two of you decided to use her to play a trick on me?" She received no proper answer, but the shy smiles that Rachel and Quinn shared were enough. She groaned. "You two are…"

"Loveable?"

"Adorable?

"So lucky that I love you."

"We love you too," they told her back. "Auntie Fran."

"Don't ever call me that."

"You're going to be an aunt one day sis."

AN: So, did anyone guess that? My guess in not many. Kudos to those of you who did though. Not sure what the next chapter holds for Rachel and Quinn yet. I have an idea for a Halloween themed chapter, but that doesn't quite feel right as Halloween is still a month away. I might write something about Quinn coming out to her parents (not exactly fluffy) but I'm debating whether I want to devout an entire chapter to that event or if I should simply mention it in exposition.