Chapter 7

"Sugar, that wasn't very nice of you to do," Santana said once she closed the front door.

"Yea but you have to admit, it was pretty funny," Sugar objected.

Santana rolled her eyes. "Trust me, I would have done the exact same thing, but she's your aunt. You can't just do things like that," Santana said, trying her best to hold back a laugh.

"Are you sure this is fashionable? It doesn't seem like it would be a popular trend amongst you teens now a days."

Sugar smiled reassuringly at her. "Believe me. All the cool kids are doing it now. Now, turn around and let me fix the back," Sugar said as she turned her aunt around by the shoulders.

"You guys have so many weird fashion trends these days. I don't see how putting on all your clothes at once is considered fashionable."

"Trust me, you look great. Like a big, colorful, marshmallow," Sugar said, admiring her work.

"A marshmallow? That can't be right. I thought you said it was supposed to flatter my figure?" Rachel asked, confused.

"It does! You can't even see your figure anymore, that's how flattering this is," Sugar explained.

Rachel's mouth dropped open in shock. "Well, excuse you. I think my figure looks great," Rachel retorted, trying to put her hands on her hips but failing miserably because of the amount of clothes she had on.

"According to who? Your mom?"

Rachel scoffed. "Whatever. Are you almost done yet? I want to show Quinn."

"Yup. I just finished. You can go ahead and go downstairs. I'll stay here and clean everything up," Sugar said with a smile as she opened the door for Rachel to leave.

"Thank you," Rachel said as she attempted to waddle out the door. When she was close to leaving, something stopped her and made her trip, causing her to roll out the door and down the staircase, crashing into Quinn and Santana.

"Oh, what the hell?!" Santana exclaimed as she quickly moved out of the way, leaving Rachel to crash into Quinn.

Once Santana got out of the way and made sure that she was safe, she looked down at the bottom of the staircase and saw a 'slightly' bigger version of Rachel sprawled out on top of Quinn.

"Sugar, what the hell did you do to your aunt?" Santana asked her daughter.

"I was just showing her the fashion of today's youth," Sugar explained innocently.

"That is not what she was doing," Rachel exclaimed as she tried her best to get up from the floor.

"Rachel, get off of me," Quinn commanded, trying her hardest to push the smaller girl off of herself.

"I am trying! Do you know how hard this is?! I'm like a...a big marshmallow!" Rachel yelled as she rolled around on the floor in effort to get off of her wife.

Sugar just stood at the top of the staircase as she held her hand over her mouth, trying to hide her laughing.

Santana wasn't doing any better herself. She couldn't even hold in her laugh, the whole scene was just too damn funny.

"Santana! Stop laughing and get your ass down here! Get her off of me!" Quinn yelled.

"Alright, alright, I'm coming," Santana said, holding her hands up in surrender.

Santana leant down to help Rachel up. It was hard to do since Rachel was so big now.

"Thank you, Santana. I don't know what caused me to fall down. I was doing so well up until I crossed the threshold," Rachel explained as she gave a questioning look up to Sugar.

"Maybe you're just not ready to be fashionable. It was probably just too much for you to handle," Sugar clarified.

"I doubt that's it. I think something tripped me."

"Nope. Nothing tripped you," Sugar replied innocently.

"She's probably right, Rachel. I doubt Sugar would trip you on purpose," Quinn defended the younger girl.

"I guess not. Let me go get undressed and then we'll leave," Rachel said.

"Did you really trip her, Sugar?" Santana asked as she walked towards the kitchen to get a snack.

"I dunno know…" Sugar replied. "Okay, fine. I did trip her," she finally answered after she saw the death glare on her mother's face.

"Why on earth would you do that?" The Latina questioned as she put some chocolate pudding in her mouth.

"I thought it would be funny," Sugar said with a shrug. "Nothing funny ever happens around here anymore."

Santana looked down, sadly, and put down her pudding cup. "I know, I'm sorry...I know it's taken me a while to get back into the way things used to be, but we're getting there, right?" Santana asked as she looked up at her daughter.

"Mom," Sugar sighed as she walked around the counter to hug her mom. "You've been doing an amazing job. I honestly don't know how you've managed to take care of me and this baby all on your own," she praised as she looked down at her mother's stomach.

"I'm just glad that I get to have you as my daughter. You've kept me strong throughout all of this...and in a little bit, we'll have your Mama back and everything will go back to normal."

Sugar looked away for a moment and bit her lip. "I was thinking about that...and I was wondering. Is this really a good idea...I mean, wouldn't we be breaking the laws of nature or something?"

Santana shook her head and looked down. "No, we wouldn't. You have to trust me, this is the right thing...this is the thing that we absolutely have to do. We have to get your mother back...we just have to."

"Okay, okay. I understand," Sugar replied. There were a few moments of silence before she spoke up again.

"Okay, well, you finish your pudding cup and I'll go get the time machine ready. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Are you sure you entered in the right date? That doesn't seem right. Has it really been that long? And is this thing really safe? I'm not so sure about this anymore...What if we get hurt or something?...Or what if we can't really do this?," Santana rambled.

"Mom, I am positive. Just trust me. Everything's gonna be fine," Sugar reassured her, sensing that her mom was all kinds of nervous.

The two of them were finally in the time machine, getting ready to start their mission and bring Brittany back to them. Both girls were extremely on edge, worried that this trip might not go as planned.

Santana took a deep breath and started to hum to herself, trying to let go of all her worries.

"You ready?" Sugar asked once everything was set to go.

"Yup, just...let's just go," Santana replied.

"Okay...here we go."

"Woah, that was really fast," Santana breathed out once they stepped out of the time machine.

"I know," Sugar said excitedly. "It gives me such a rush."

They had ended up in an alleyway along the street where the accident happened a few weeks ago. It was raining, just like that night. Across the street, Santana could see a flower shop. She recognized it because of the logo. Brittany had always bought her roses from there whenever she got the chance...and apparently that's what she had been doing on the night of the accident as Santana saw the tall blonde beginning to cross the street.

"Look! There she is! You ready?" Sugar asked as as she bounced up and down on her heels excitedly, bringing Santana out of her thoughts.

Santana simply nodded, not sure what to say. The whole thing suddenly felt very surreal to her.

Sugar took a deep breath and stepped forward, out onto the sidewalk to get a clearer view of her other mother.

Santana followed and saw that her wife had just stepped onto the street, and that's when the Latina saw the car.

"BRITTANY!" Santana yelled as she ran as fast as she could towards the blonde, not stopping to think for a second about how her actions could affect the future.

"Mom, wait!" Sugar yelled as she ran after her mom.

Brittany looked behind her, walked towards them, and smiled. "Santana, Sugar! What are you guys doing here? And why aren't you guys wearing jackets? It's raining and it's freezing out here, you could get a -" Brittany didn't get to finish her sentence because she was basically tackled by her wife and daughter to the ground.

The blonde just giggled. "What the heck? I love you guys too, but seriously, what is going on?" Brittany's tone was playful until she noticed that both her girls were crying.

"Woah, hey. What's wrong? Did something happen?" Brittany asked as she held onto her family.

"I-I just missed you so much, Britt," Santana sobbed into her wife's chest as she held onto her tightly.

"I missed you too, Mama," Sugar said along with Santana.

"What are you guys talking about? I just saw you two this morning," Brittany replied.

Santana's eyes widened as she realized what had happened the morning of the accident. She lifted her head up and looked into her wife's eyes. "Oh my god, Brittany...I'm so sorry for what happened this morning. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I shouldn't have accused you of all of those things either, I just….I'm so, so, sorry Britt. I shouldn't have said all those things...I just love you so much. I'm sorry Britt," Santana apologized over and over again, wanting to make sure that her wife knew how sorry she was.

"Santana, it's fine. You had and still have a right to be angry with me. You don't have to apologize for anything...But seriously, why are you guys acting so weird?"

Sugar finally stood up, deciding that it was pretty weird for the three of them to just be cuddling on the ground in the middle of the street in the freezing rain.

"Guys, come on. We probably shouldn't just be laying down in the middle of the street," Sugar said, telling her moms to follow her.

Once they were inside of Brittany's studio, the three of sat down in Brittany's office.

"Okay, now are you guys going to tell- Oh my god! Santana!" Brittany exclaimed. Now that they were inside and the lights were on, she had a clearer view of her wife.

"What? What's wrong?" Santana looked at herself and around herself in confusion, trying to see what Brittany was so surprised about.

"Are you-are you pregnant?" Brittany asked, pointing to her wife's belly.

Santana just made an 'oh' shape with her mouth, unsure of how to answer the blonde.

"We used your time machine," Sugar blurted out.

"What?" Both her moms said in unison.

"That's why Mom's pregnant and why we were crying when we first saw you," their daughter explained.

"You used my time machine?" Brittany asked, still not fully comprehending the situation. "That still doesn't explain why your mother's pregnant," the blonde said in confusion.

"We're from the future...We aren't the Sugar and the Santana from this time," Sugar said slowly.

Now it was Brittany that made an 'oh' shape with her mouth. Then she turned to Santana. "So the insemination worked?"

Santana just smiled and nodded. "We're gonna have a baby, Britt."

"Oh my god!" Brittany said in excitement. "But...that still doesn't explain why you guys are here. Did you come from the future just to tell me that? Because that isn't very exciting."

"No..um...Mama, you-"

"Britt," Santana said in a serious tone.

Brittany scrunched her eyebrows together and turned to her wife, sensing that it was something important.

Santana took a deep breath and then answered her.

"You died."