August 2012

The first time Lily got sick she was a little over a year old. Santana and Brittany had taken her to the park earlier that day with Quinn and Puck for a play date with Beth. The day was filled with young and excited shrieks and giggles.

Santana and Brittany had been cuddling on the couch when Santana sat up. "Lily's been down for her nap for a while now. Have you heard anything from the baby monitor?" she asked.

Brittany thought for a moment then spoke, "No, actually, I haven't. That's weird. I'll go check on her."

As she entered her daughter's room, Brittany called, "Lil, mama's coming for ya!" She stepped closer to the crib. "Lily, baby, time to get up." the blond put her hand on her sleeping daughter's back and quickly retracted it. "Oh my god! Baby, you're on fire!" Brittany picked Lily up. "Santana, come here!"

"What's going on?" Santana said as she entered the room.

Brittany motioned her over. "Feel her!"

Santana placed a hand on Lily's forehead and looked up at Brittany.

"See? She's like lava! What do we do?"

"Wait right here. I'm going to get the thermometer." when Santana returned she stuck the thermometer in Lily's ear.

"Well? What's it say?"

"One hundred and three." Santana's voice shook.

"S, you have to call your dad."

"He's not a pediatrician."

"But he's a doctor! He's got to know something! I don't know what to do here and I don't want to lose my baby!" Brittany cried.

Santana put an arm around her. "Okay. Okay, B, I'll call him." she found her phone and put it on speaker.

"Ah, mi hija! So nice to hear from you."

"Daddy..."

"Santana, what's wrong? I don't like the sound of your voice."

"Something's wrong with Lily. She has a fever and Britts and I don't know what to do."

"What's the temperature?"

"One hundred and three."

Santana heard her father click his tongue. "Is she coughing?"

"A little. And she's sleeping more than usual."

"Does her breathing sound labored?"

"No."

"Go to the store and pick up some children's Motrin. Monitor her closely. If things get worse or don't change in twelve hours, take her to the hospital."

"The hospital?!" Brittany wheezed.

"Try not to worry too much, girls. From the sounds of it, it doesn't seem too serious. Do what I said and she should be fine."

"Thank you daddy."

"I love you girls. Let me know how Lily's doing."

Santana hung up and started dialing again.

"Who are you calling?" Brittany asked.

"Puck and Quinn. I'm gonna ask them to come over and pick up the medicine on the way."

"Why are they coming over? Shouldn't we focus on Lily?"

Santana smiled. "We are going to focus on Lily, BrittBritt. But you and I both need to calm down, too. You heard my dad; it probably isn't too serious. So Puck and Quinn are gonna come over and we're going to have a Jackass marathon until Lily is better."

Brittany cracked a small smile and kissed her girlfriend's cheek. "Thanks, San."

"Did you bring Raisinets?" Brittany asked Puck when he arrived with Quinn.

Puck grimaced. "Who even likes them? Fruit in my candy? No thanks."

"I happen to think they're delicious." Quinn said as she took a seat on the couch.

Puck shook his head. "Broads," he muttered under his breath. "Here's your damn candy." he grunted as he tossed the yellow box at Brittany.

Santana came into the room with Lily on her hip. "I don't appreciate you throwing treats at my girl, no matter how delicious they may be. Now I'm going to put Lily Marie down in her crib and then we'll get the movie started."

"Johnny Knoxville could get it." Santana said as she watched him receive his fifth basketball to the nuts.

Brittany nodded in agreement as she shoved a fist full of popcorn into her mouth.

"I wouldn't mind being in between Bam and Johnny." Quinn mused.

Brittany and Santana agreed in unison and all three girls started laughing.

Puck looked between the three of them incredulously.

Quinn braced herself for the verbal smack down she knew was coming. Just two days ago she had gotten on Puck's case for commenting on Scarlett Johansson's wrack as they watched The Avengers. He'd be completely justified in calling her a hypocrite.

"I really can't believe you," Puck said. "Everyone knows Steve-O and Chris Pontius are the best. I'm not ashamed to say that's a manwhich I'd take a bite out of."

Quinn, Santana, and Brittany looked at each other with wide eyes for a few moments before cracking up.

Brittany almost choked on her popcorn before saying, "Puck wants to be Pamela!"

Quinn patted Puck's arm and said, "Puck, sweetie, is there something you want to tell me?"

Santana snorted. "Where are our lady-men, Porcelain and Triangles, when you need them?"

Puck stood up. "Yeah, I said it! I'm comfortable enough in my heterosexuality to do that. I'll fuck all three of you right now if I have to-" Lily's cries sounded from the baby monitor. "See what y'all made me do?! You woke the damn kid!" Puck hollered.

Santana stood up. "I got it. I'll let the three of you continue to drool over the Wildboyz."

Puck flipped her off.

"B, can you bring me some juice?" Santana asked from the nursery.

After a few minutes Santana and Brittany came out of the nursery with Lily.

"Hey beautiful!" Quinn cooed.

"Why's the squirt out here?" Puck asked.

"Her fever's breaking. She wants to visit with her aunt Q and uncle Puck." Brittany said with a grin.

"See? I told you my dad was right. Everything's fine." Santana told her.

Lily crawled over to Puck and tapped his leg.

"Someone seems to want you, Puck." Quinn said.

Puck sighed. "Why do all the kids want me?"

"Maybe because they sense your feminine side?" Santana answered.

"Nah. Probably because I'm a total stud and I do the best airplane."

Santana shook her head. "You are proud of the weirdest things, Puckerman."

Puck shrugged. "Jealous?"

"Oh, totally." Santana said sarcastically.

Quinn grabbed Puck's arm and led him to the door. "Well, we better go. It's getting late."

Santana waved. "Sweet dreams, Squirrel Head. Try not to get too rowdy with those Wildboyz."

"I swear, Satan, if your kid wasn't here..." Puck said as Quinn pulled him out the door.

"...And this little ducky went to market. And this little ducky cried quack quack quack all the way home." Brittany picked Lily up and blew a raspberry on her stomach.

Lily squealed with delight.

"Isn't it a little late to get her all riled up like that, Britts?" Santana asked as she leaned against the doorway.

Brittany shrugged and frowned. "But she loves it when I blow blueberries on her tummy."

"Raspberries, B."

"I like blueberries better." Brittany said as she put her daughter in her crib.

"Whatever you say." Santana said as she led Brittany out of the room.

"That was scary earlier today."

"Yeah, but she's okay now. And we know what to do if it happens again."

"I felt like a doctor taking care of her."

Santana smirked. "Oh yeah? Why don't we go play doctor? This time it's my turn."

Brittany's eyes smoldered and she bit her lip as she pulled Santana into their room, closing the door behind her.