"Why did we agree on this road trip again?" Sam shouted over the kids yelling, just so his fiance could hear him.

They both thought that it would be fun to drive to New York and enjoy the sights of the country with the kids. They were 2 hours in and already the two kids were at each others' throats. Stevie was busy quarreling with Toni. She had been bugging him with questions after questions and it was driving him crazy.

"I don't know where we are, Toni!" he griped, sighing loudly. "I don't know when we'll get there. Why do you gotta ask so many questions? Go play with your toys!"

Santana had her sunglasses on and was strongly considering searching for ear plugs too. She had been trying to ignore the kids' shouting for a while but her nerves were steadily wearing thin. She shouted back over them to Sam, not answering his question.

"I swear I am ten seconds from saying what my tio used to say when I would be in the car with my cousin…DON'T MAKE ME COME BACK THERE!"

Antonia pouted, kicking at the seat in front of her and grabbing up Sam's Superman toy. She ignored her mother entirely as she responded to Stevie.

"But your toys are cool. I wanna make him fly….I'm gonna hold him out the window so he can flap his cape!" She started to roll the window down with every intention of hanging Stevie's beloved Superman figure out of it.

Sam actually laughed. He hadn't seen Santana this worked up ever since the little incident by the river. With his free hand, he reached out for her hand and began to caress her palms.

"Relax, babe, I'll take care of this."

He looked at the kids through the rear view mirror and stated in a clear voice, "If you kids don't stop, I will take away all your toys for a week." He saw that Toni had rolled down the window, so he rolled it back up and locked it. "Princess, sit still and don't roll down the windows."

"Play with your own toys! Leave mine alone!" Stevie pouted and folded his arms. "But she's bugging me, Sammy. She wants to throw my Superman out the window."

Santana took a breath, relaxing with Sam's caress. She gave him a smile, leaning her head back, and glanced back at the kids in the rearview, speaking more calmly. "Listen to him. Think about that, Antonia Cristina. How would you feel not having your teddy for a whole week?"

Antonia's eyes widened, and she shook her head fast, her voice rising up in her shrill horror. "But I gotta have my teddy! He would be scared without me!"

"Then you better think about that, huh?"

Antonia pouted, saying to Sam, "He is telling stories on me, Daddy. I did not neither try to throw him out the window. I was gonna make him fly super cool. 'Cause he's Superman. Stevie don't even play with him right. When are we gonna be there?"

"Stevie, she didn't say she was going to throw away your toy, you must not have heard Toni properly," Sam corrected his brother. "Please be good, kids. We have a long way to go before New York. I tell you what, if you're both good, we'll stop to get ice cream at the next town."

"But I thought she wanted to throw it out?" Stevie pouted, folding his arms. "I do too play with him, right." He stuck out his tongue at Toni and quickly perked up when he heard the words ice cream. " Ice cream?! I love ice cream!"

"Toni, you play with your own toys unless Stevie tells you that you can play with his, and Stevie, you play with your own toys unless Toni tells you that you can play with hers," Santana instructed.

Toni was eyeing Stevie's toys with undisguised interest though. "I wanna play with Stevie's toys though. Can I Stevie, can I? Can I see your Ipad? Can I see your Batman? I never played with your toys before. I asked so now you gotta share 'cause that's the rules, right?"

Santana smirked in spite of herself but quickly hid it, reminding them, "Ice cream, right?" To Sam she said in undertone, "Baby, I think what you're hoping is these kids will end up being so porky they don't have the energy to chase each other around trying to kill each other."

Sam snorted at Santana's suggestion, but had to admit that it was ingenious. "You know what, we should actually do that. We'll just give them so much food and force them into a food induce coma."

Santana snickered, but then rethought it. "No, if Toni's that chunky then my back would give out every time I had to carry her. And I would have to because she would be too rolling in chub to walk much. New plan, babe. Feed them on an all turkey diet, because of the tryptophan tiring you out."

Sam laughed loudly at that. He laughed so loud, he almost snorted again. "You do have a point there. But wouldn't they get fat too if we gave them too much turkey?"

"Nah, turkey is a pretty low calorie food I think. We can leave out the gravy and mashed potatoes and stuff. If they just eat turkey for every meal, we're in good shape." Santana was seriously considering it at this point. "Cranberries are low calorie too right?"

"I don't want to share with you, Toni. Sammy says that you gotta get permission first and I don't want to share." Stevie scowled, saying loudly, "Sammy, she's being bratty again… Tell her to stop. I don't wanna share…"

Sam sighed and again looked into the rearview mirrors. "Princess you have to get Stevie to agree to lend you his toys, okay? Stevie, you need to learn to share your toys too."

"But I don't wanna…"

"But sharing is NICE! You are not being a nice boy!" Antonia proclaimed this loudly, scowling and slumping in her seat. Then she sat back up, renewing her efforts. "Please? Please please? please please please with cherries? Please please please please please please please please please please….."

"Leave me alone," Stevie grumbled and then whined, " Sammy! Stop her. She's annoying me."

Sam who was actually still laughing a minute ago, let out a sigh when he heard the two going on and on.

"Princess, stop it. Leave Stevie alone." His gaze landed on Santana, his voice pleading this time. "Babe, you need to do something about this. I can't go on driving with them screaming in the back seat."

"I'm not doing anything! I'm asking very nicely because I said PLEASE!" Antonia half shouted the last word, and this was it for Santana. Rubbing Sam's shoulder reassuringly, she told him, "Pull over."

She waited for him to, then turned around slowly, eyeing first Antonia, then Stevie. Slowly she got out of the car, unbuckling Antonia from her seatbelt and kiddy booster seat, lifting her out under the armpits, and then shut the door. Antonia started whining, asking what she was doing, but Santana stood in front of the closed door, arms crossed, until she stopped talking, forehead scrunched in confusion and slight fear.

"Antonia. We are not getting back into that car until you can behave yourself. That means sitting quietly, saying your words in a conversation voice instead of a shouting or whining one, not bugging Stevie to give you his toys, and not making us get onto you. Your daddy can't pay attention when he is driving if you don't behave and that is dangerous. So we're going to stand right here until you can get back in that car and not make it dangerous to drive. I'll wait."

Sam blew out a breath, thankful that Santana was going to take care of this for him. He looked back at his brother when the two ladies were out of the car and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Stevie shrugged and looked out into the horizon. Still not looking at his brother, he asked, "Do you think that I'm being mean for not sharing? She don't share her toys so why do I gotta share mine?"

Sam nodded and for a few seconds there was silence. "No. I don't think you're being mean. I think that it's nice to share, but if you don't want to, then no one should force you to. Stevie listen, sometimes you have to take the high road, okay? Just because she's not sharing her toys, doesn't mean that you can't share yours. Maybe Toni needs to learn from your example. Maybe if she sees how kind you are to her, she would learn to share too."

Stevie who was still staring out the window, thought about what Sammy was saying. He didn't like having to give up everything of his all the time, but he also hated fighting all the time too. Then a few minutes later, he looked at Sammy again and asked. "You really think she's going to be nice to me if I share my stuff? But what if she breaks it? I don't want her to break my toys or my Ipad."

"I think she will be," Sam nodded. He understood where Stevie was coming from. It had to be hard having to share everything and be thrust in a big brother role without much notice. "I tell you what, if Toni breaks your toys or Ipad, I will buy a new one for you."

"Really?" Stevie asked, a little curious now. Then with a shrug, he agreed. "Okay…"

"Good. You are being a good brother, Stevie."

Initially Antonia was not in the mood to listen. She stomped her feet and pouted up at her mother, arms crossed over her chest in imitation of Santana. "Mami! I was not being mean! I said please! I said please a LOT!"

"Yeah, you said please about nineteen times too many, way too loudly, and not in a nice way, and that is not the way I've taught you to ask for things. We're going to stand out here until you can tell me for yourself what you need to do to get back into the car again." Santana stood firm, not budging.

It was another few minutes of sighing and stomping and whining, but eventually Antonia stood up straight and apologized to Santana's satisfaction, though her lower lip was still stuck out in a pout. It took her another few minutes to remember all the criteria that Santana had set for her to go back to the car and repeat it back to her correctly, and only then did Santana open back the door, put her in her booster seat, buckle her up, and get back in the car. Antonia was pouting down into her lap and mumbled her apologies in a subdued tone.

"Sorry Stevie. Sorry Daddy. "

Santana exhaled as she leaned back in her seat, mumbling to Sam. "Subway has turkey, right?"

Sam smiled right as Toni and Santana came back inside the car. To Toni, he smiled and nodded. "It's okay, Princess. Don't do it again." Back at Santana, he smirked, shaking his head. "Let's go find Subway."

Stevie nodded, then decided to start sharing. "You wanna share my Ipad? But you gotta let me hold it, okay? I don't want it to fall and break. Sammy paid a lot of money for it…"

"Thank God. Subway it is. And Stevie, that's really nice of you to share with her."

Antonia, completely thrilled at this prospect presented, brightened immediately and leaned over in her booster seat to share with Stevie. By the time they did pull over for Subway she was absorbed in playing with Stevie and had forgotten to fight with him. They all ate, with Santana ordering a turkey kid's meal for Antonia just because, hey, maybe it's worth a try, and resumed driving.

After playing with Stevie with his Ipad for a while, Antonia was noticeably quiet and eventually let him take it back to himself. Santana didn't pay attention, thinking that maybe the turkey really did make her sleepy and she might nap, but then she heard a little voice in the back piping up and froze.

"Mami...my tummy hurts..."

It's not often they've gone on long car trips before, but a couple of them had definitely been memorable for this exact reason, and Santana shook Sam's shoulder urgently. "Pull over, now, hurry!"

Sam did that quickly and got out of the car.

"Toni, are you okay?" he asked, aware of Stevie climbing out next to him.

Antonia was already gagging by the time Santana practically flew around to her side of the car, opened the door, and unbuckled her seatbelt. She still had her up in the air as she was transporting her, holding her under her armpits, when Antonia started to vomit, but she was at the very least outside of the car. Easing her down to the ground, Santana held her hair back and rubbed her back, trying to keep her calm as she looked up at Sam.

"Do we have any napkins left from lunch? Or baby wipes somewhere? You're okay, mija. You're okay. You're not even sick, that's just being carsick."

Toni was not in any mood to hear that she's okay. The moment she could get her breath enough she was wailing loudly. "Mamiiiiiiii I THROWED UP! My tummy hurts and there is throw up on my shirt RIGHT ON HELLO KITTY!"

Santana stripped her shirt off her, leaving her bare chested. "We'll wash it, it's going to be okay." Picking her up, she rubbed her back, not even bothering to look right now for a suitcase that has clothes. It's spring so it's not like she'll be uncomfortable. Looking back at Stevie she added, "She really is okay, Stevie, don't worry."

The whole scene was a mess. Toni was throwing up and Sam felt really badly for her. He had his hand on Stevie's shoulder when he felt a tugging on his arm. He looked down and frowned a little. He could see that Stevie was turning green.

"Buddy, what's wrong? Do you have to throw up too?"

Stevie, seeing everything that was going on, was starting to feel the food in his stomach rolling around. He heaved for a few seconds and after nodding at his brother almost frantically, he turned just in time to throw up the food in his stomach. It happened so fast and so quick, he didn't know what's wrong with him.

"Sammy, I think I'm getting sick too…"

This was a complete disaster. Now Stevie had been sick and they had two kids to take care of. Seeing Stevie get sick, Antonia started crying even harder, clinging to Santana.

"STEVIE IS SICK TOO! I DON'T WANT US TO BE SICK!"

Sharing a harried look with Sam, Santana carried Antonia around to the passenger's side of the car, trying to set her down, but Toni whined and clung to her, so she had to balance her on one hip and look for fast food napkins with the other. She took a handful and wet it with the remnants of water from her water bottle, wiping off Toni's hands, face, and neck, then carried her and the napkins back to Sam and Stevie. Toni still wasn't letting her put her down, so she handed the napkins to Sam to attend to Stevie.

"I'm sorry, Stevie, are you feeling better now?" Between the two of them it's taking all her restraint not to gag herself and she hissed to Sam under her breath, "If you puke too I'll lose it."

Sam didn't like seeing Stevie in this state. He could handle whiny sick Stevie, but they were on the road now, what were they supposed to do? "It's okay, buddy. You'll be okay…"

Stevie didn't want to be on the road anymore. When he was sick, Sammy would always let him lay in bed and watch TV until he was feeling better and he wanted that right now.

"I wanna go to bed. Can we go home, Sammy?"

"Buddy, we have to drive to New York City, remember? We can't go home. Home is in New York now."

Stevie's bottom lip trembled. "Okay…" He got back into the car, buckling himself in with a lot of effort and then closing his eyes.

Sam sighed, following him back into the car before saying to Santana, "We might have to stop, babe. Stevie is not feeling well too and he wants to go to bed. I promise I won't throw up too. Lucky for you, I have stomach of steel."

Toni was still crying loudly and dramatically, sniffling and sobbing that she wanted to go home too, and Santana sighed, shifting her to her other hip. Looking over at Sam, she nodded.

" Okay. Let's go get them settled."

She rocked Toni for a few more moments, kissing her head and trying to settle her, before buckling her back into the booster seat, despite her protests that she wanted Santana, and got back in the car herself.

"Don't drive fast, but jesus let's find one soon."

After getting the thumb's up, Sam drove off. He wasn't trying to rush, but he wanted to get the kids settled so they could relax, rest up, and hopefully have a better driving experience the next day.

"I'm going to get us checked in to a hotel soon. Hang on, Buddy. We'll get you tucked in, in no time."

Thankfully, he found a Holiday Inn not too far away and in 15 minutes were able to check them in. He carried Stevie to the kids attached room and tucked him in. Stevie was happy that they were stopping. He no longer felt like throwing up, but he did feel weaker, so he let Sam carry him to the room and tuck him in bed.

"Can you turn on the TV, please?"

Sam, knowing that this was Stevie's way to relax when he was sick, took the remote and turned on the TV, setting the channel at the Cartoon Network. "There you go, Buddy. Feel better okay?"

Antonia too was feeling better by the time they found a room, although she did insist on Santana carrying her inside. Once they were inside the hotel room and Sam had settled Stevie in bed, Santana leaned over to kiss his and push his hair off her forehead, then sat down with a still only half dressed Toni in her arms, holding her and rocking her slightly. Toni put her thumb in her mouth, relaxing against her chest, and then popped her eyes open after a few minutes, wiggling for Santana to put her down.

"Okay I feel better now, Mami. Does this place got a pool? Can I jump on the bed?"

"No, Princess, you can't jump on the bed," Sam answered her. " Stevie is not feel good. You have to be quiet for him. Can you do that for me?"

"Night, hombrecito," Santana called to Stevie. She looked up at Toni, who was now bouncing on her toes, having regained her energy. Toni tugged at Sam's arm, hanging off it.

"Toni, you jump on that bed and whatever is left in your stomach is gonna jump out on the floor again."

Toni pouted, still hanging on Sam. "But I don't feel quiet. I feel like jumping and swimming."

Santana smirked, shaking her head, and lightly knuckled Toni in the forehead. "Sorry, kiddo. It's time to be quiet."

When Toni kept pouting, she sat down on the bed opposite Stevie's, pulling her into her lap, and started to rock her again, beginning to sing softly. She rocked, singing, and in spite of herself, Toni's eyes started to droop and she lay her head against her mother's chest. It took a little less than ten minutes for her to be dozing off into a nap, and Santana tucked her into her bed, leaving the room quietly and pulling Sam with her.

"Remind me again why exactly we're doing this road trip thing when we have to turn in for the day at one friggin' PM? It's gonna take a year to get there."

Sam saw that his brother had fallen asleep in the midst of Tana's lullaby, so he reached for the remote and went to turn off the TV. He and Tana walked out of the kids room quietly and sighed in relief once they were in their own room. He sat down on the bed.

"God, I don't know when we'll get there. I hope it won't take a year. I have to be at the field next week! This is going to be one hell of a roadtrip. What was I thinking? We should have flown," he laughed. "It will be fine though. The kids will enjoy the rest of the trip."

Keeping an ear out for the kids, Santana slumped down against Sam, half draping over him, head on his shoulder. "We'll get there if I have to send those two alone on a plane and you and me drive the rest of the way...hey, not a bad idea. Can we consider that?"

She smiled, nudging him with her shoulder. "Such an optimist...and such a pushover. Ain't no way in hell Mami would have halted a road trip for me when we were barely a few hours into it just because I got carsick. I think we better take advantage of the hour or so of quiet they're gonna give us, and take a nap ourselves...or maybe we can have even more of a recharge?"

Smirking, she stroked her fingers under his shirt, walking them up his chest. "Either way, time for our own fun."