After putting on an impromptu performance for the new New Directions and having a long conversation with the redhead male version of herself Rachel grabbed Mateo's hand and ushered him back to her rental gold hybrid camry. She was glad that she was able to revisit their alma mater and could tell that things had changed. The current Glee Club seemed to include kids even more ecclectic than her own group. She was sure like the original New Directions they didn't get along all the time, but they didn't seem as disdainful of each other as they often had. They seemed to already be where their group had finally made it to by the middle of senior year; a family.

"Rae?" Mateo queried touching her shoulder as she drove through the small downtown area.

"Yes?" She glanced at him through the rearview.

"Are you and Sani gonna get married?"

"Wha-?" She jerked the car to right, corrected her driving and met the small boy's eyes in the mirror.

"Mami said that sometimes guys and guys and girls and girls love each other like mami loves papi and that that was ok, and Santi and you are girls and when I woke up Santi and you were sleeping like me and Dino who is my bestest friend even though he's a stuffed dino-osaur and if you and Santi gots married then you could both take care of me 'stead of jus' Santi ands we could play and you could relearn me 'cho'sticks cuz I kinda forgotted it..."

"O-kay starting tonight we are working on developing your language arts skills..."

"Rae! You didn't answer my question...!"

"Look Matt! A fair! You should ask Santana to take you!" She enthused, and you should direct all questions to her while you're at it, she fake smiled brightly.

"Doja think she'll take me? Willya com' too, huh, Rae willya?" His eyes grew and he rambled pointing. She couldn't help but smile slightly, disscussion averted.

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"Sant!" Mateo yelled as they entered the house running and jumping on the couch. When an oof! called out Rachel assumed that the boy found his sister.

"Hey bud, what's got you smiling so hard?" She heard the Latina ask as she busied herself straightening the shoes that Mateo tossed aside on his was into the house.

"On the way home, me and Rae saw a fair and she said- she said we could go if you said we could go, can we go? Huh, can we? " Rachel came in to find him bouncing on Santana's stomach.

"Jesus, Matt, get off, I can't answer you when I can't breath." Santana pushed him lightly and he tumbled to the floor.

"Hey!" He popped up bouncing on his heels.

"Okay now, fair?"

"Yeah, can we go, can we please?"

"Yeah, San, can we, can we.." Rachel mocked giggling.

"Are you even sure you're tall enough to ride any of the rides?" Santana snarked grinning at the other woman.

"I'll have you know I'm of average height, Santana Lopez."

"No your not, I'm average and you're shorter than me so that makes you below average." Rachel crossed her tan arms and stomped a foot.

"Does that mean we can go?" Mateo interupted smiling widely like he already knew the answer.

"We'll go this weekend, ok?"

"Rae too?" Two pairs of chocalate eyes swung to Rachel and she knew she couldn't resist, not with double the Lopez charm.

"Of course. Now what are we having for dinner? Want me to warm up the leftovers?"

"Relax Rach, you and Mateo pull up a chair at the table, I got this." Santana smirked hopping off the couch and sauntering into the kitchen.

"Hey, don't sit at the table without washing your hands, young man." Rachel tried to sound somewhat stern.

"You too, Rae."

She followed him into the bathroom and they both washed their palms, she assuring that the boy did so throughly. They entered the dining room and sat down, Rachel wondering if Santana even knew how to cook or if this was going to be some horrible take out fiasco or worse yet, Breadstix.

"Ta-da!" Santana entered the dining room and set a bowl of soup and a steaming plates of food in front of them then exited again.

Rachel surveyed the food skeptically and was pleasantly surprised to find both of their plates abscence of any meat. She arched an eyebrow curiously when Santana returned with her own similarly filled plate.

"Stop looking at me like I grew a second head, I'm trying to be nice again and again your ruining it." Santana snarked while smiling and taking her seat.

"I didn't know you knew how to cook."

"Please Rach, do you really think I could manage looking this incredible eating out all the time, I mean maybe, cuz let's face it I've got great genes, but no I've learned all sorts of interesting things in the city."

Rachel rolled her eyes. "So Great Chef Lopez, what do we have for dinner tonight?"

"We're taking a trip to the orient!" Santana replied in a faux game show host voice, "In the bowl there's a miso and tofu soup, then we have vegetarian gingered lo mein, hot and spicy grilled eggplant, and crispy fried tofu."

"It all sounds delicious, thank you Santana."

"Sounds? Such little faith, Rach, this is delicious."

"Santi," Mateo interupted their banter, "what's this?" The boy was poking at the food on his place with a disgruntled look.

"It's vegan food, bud, it's good."

He looked unconvinced and poked at the tofu again. "Are we gonna be wegan now, likes Rae?"

"Vegan and no. Sometimes, when you're kinda mean to people you can do something nice to make it up to them, often this involves food." Santana answered looking meaningfully at her smaller companion.

"Nex' time ca' you jus' say sorry?" He replied finally relenting and tasting the food.

Still Don't Own, but I do Own my errors. Hope You Liked It.

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