Anuthor's Note: Thank you for the reviews and the story alerts, and everything else. As always, I really appreciate them. I think I mentioned this last time, but I'm going to alternate posting this story between all four characters. Thanks for reading!

Rachel felt awkward. She had been sitting in her car across the street from Brittany and Santana's house for 10 minutes. It was 6:58, and they had told her that dinner was at seven, so she didn't want to be early and look like she really had no life. Although, she really didn't have a life outside of her work. Not that she was complaining…she loved her job, but the reality of the situation is that it left little time for a life outside. She hadn't been formally invited to anything outside of Brittany and Santana's brunch in months. She wasn't even sure what was appropriate to bring to an event like this. She bought a bottle of wine, it had pretty much been the go-to dinner party gift for the last eight years of her adult life. Then again, she hadn't had any friends with children in the last eight years. Brittany was breastfeeding, Santana wasn't drinking in some sort of solidarity kick, and 5 of the other guests at the "dinner party" were underage. Like, at least 15 years underage. So she just sat in the car, wondering what to do. She shut her eyes, but was snapped out of her panic by a light tap on the window. She opened them to find two little girls making faces at her. She couldn't help but laugh. She opened the door to the car.

"What are you guys doing?"

"What are we doing?" Lily said, incredulously. "What are you doing? Creeeeper."Quinn tousled her middle child's hair.

"I let Santana spend way too much time with this one."

"No, she's right," Rachel said, picking up her purse and the bottle of wine as she opened the door. "I am being a creeper. I was just worried about bringing a bottle of wine to a house with two babies and a mother who is breastfeeding…" Quinn chuckled a bit to herself.

"Don't worry about it. It's the thought that counts, right? Plus, I'll definitely be drinking some wine tonight."

"Mommy loves wine," Lily interjected.

"Thank you, Lily." Quinn said, turning a little red. "Let's just go inside."

Hannah grabbed Rachel's hand and the two of them skipped all the way to Brittany and Santana's front door. Hannah reached up on her tiptoes and rang the doorbell. In a couple of moments, Brittany answered the door just as Quinn, Lily, and Harper reached them.

"Aunt B!" Hannah yelled, pulling Brittany wrapping her arms tightly around Brittany. As if on cue, Lily and Harper pulled away from their mother and jumped into Brittany's arms as well.

"Woah, so much Fabray-Scott love!" She said as she tousled each girls' hair. "Why don't you go inside and find Aunt S." The three girls ran past Brittany into the house. "Thanks so much for coming, guys," Brittany said, ushering Rachel and Quinn into the house.

"I brought this for you," Rachel said, handing Brittany the bottle of wine, "but I forgot that you guys weren't drinking, and I feel really bad, so maybe you should save it as celebration for the first time you drink again?" Brittany laughed.

"No worries, Rachel. I'm sure Quinn will drink it…we all know she loves her wine." She winked in Quinn's direction. "Anyway, San has been super busy at work, I've actually been trying to get her to drink, just to get her to relax a little bit." They walked into the living room where the babies were in their playpen, standing up holding tightly to the edge, avidly watching their mother and the older girls. Santana was kneeling on the ground with the three girls around her. Santana turned to look up at the three women who had entered the room.

"My bean, my bug, and my bubble are complaining that I haven't been around to babysit them as much since double-trouble were born."

"It's true, mommy!" Harper cried. Quinn couldn't help but smile at her youngest child's slight lisp when she said 'it's'."

"I know, darling," Quinn said, placing her hand on her daughter's head, "but Aunt B and Aunt S are really busy now with little babies." Harper scrunched her forehead, looking both confused and a little sad.

"Hey, come here," Santana said, pulling the girl in for a tight hug. "I promise, I'll talk to your mom tonight, and we'll find sometime where you can have a sleepover here before your dad gets back, ok?" Harper just nodded her head, sadly. "Now, why don't you go pick out what games we're going to play tonight, ok?" She nodded again and then ran over to Brittany and Santana's game cabinet.

"You don't have to do that, San, I know how it is just having one baby." Quinn said.

"No, it will be nice, and you need some non-child time, Q. Plus, I miss your girls."

"They are pretty delightful, Quinn," Rachel added.

"They take after their mother." Quinn said with a smirk.

"Don't push your luck, Q. I think I just agreed to have five kids in my house so you could get a break."

"Fair enough." Quinn said as Harper rushed over with Candy Land.

"Candy Land it is!" Santana said to Harper, wrapping her arm around the little girl. "How about we get some dinner so we can get started as soon as possible?" She looked down at Harper who just nodded and then ran to grab her sisters.

"Who is that?" Rachel nudged Quinn and nodded her head over to Santana. "I thought I was going to have dinner with Santana Lopez, but clearly she has been replaced by some child-loving impostor."

"Let's go get food," Santana said, picking her son up from the playpen. Brittany already had their daughter in the kitchen. "Aren't you excited, little man? Aunt Berry is here so we get to have whole-grain vegan pasta with vegan meatballs and salad for dinner! Aren't you glad mommy invited her? Maybe we'll even get to hear more about the latest musical theater she's in!" Santana may have been talking in the baby voice, but her sarcasm was still apparent. "Although I guess it doesn't matter to you," she said, grasping the baby's hand and waving it up and down as she held him. "You still get to have milk instead of vegan cardboard…"

"I guess not that much has changed…" Rachel said to Quinn as they followed Santana into the kitchen.

They ate while they played Candy Land. Brittany had tried to get Santana to have a glass of wine, but she had refused. They were already weaning the babies; they were at half formula and half milk now and everything came from the bottle. Santana figured that she had already made it nearly 19 months without drinking, what was one more? After two rounds of Candy Land, Quinn's three were falling asleep and the twins were in their playpen, watching the adults avidly.

"Do you want to put them to bed?" Quinn asked. Santana looked at the clock.

"It's 8:45, there's no way they're going to sleep now." Brittany yawned.

"They don't sleep, Quinn. I think they're vampires. Or werewolves. Or some other demons that function on two hours of sleep a day." Santana nodded. Quinn went to the kitchen to pour her and Rachel another glass of wine. "What if their father is a vampire, San, and I gave birth to half-vampire babies like Renesmee Cullen?" Brittany whispered to Santana.

"Impossible, because then we would have had to turn you into a vampire too. And they would be aging super fast and shit and probably would be talking by now so we would know why they were upset all night long…" Brittany rested her head on Santana's shoulder. "Besides, even if they were mini-vampires, we would love them all the same." Brittany nodded into Santana's shoulder as Quinn returned with two glasses of wine. Rachel couldn't believe these two had children.

"Well," Quinn said, handing a glass of wine to Rachel, "since at least my children have fallen asleep, why don't we play a game more appropriate for adults?" Santana raised an eyebrow, which did not go unnoticed by Quinn. "I meant like Catchphrase, Santana, or Trivial Pursuit, or Scrabble."

"Catchphrase." Brittany said, simply. She walked over to the game cabinet and pulled out the game.

"Have you ever played Catchphrase with Brittany and Santana?" Quinn asked, leaning over to Rachel. Rachel just shook her head and Quinn laughed. "You're in for an experience…"

Quinn started, setting off the beeper on the machine. "Um, if you're on the Titanic and it's sinking, the people saved got to go in these…"

"Boats!" Santana yelled.

"Close, certain kinds that save your…"

"Lifeboats!" Rachel yelled. Quinn quickly handed her the game.

"You fix something when it is…"

"Broken!" Santana yelled, as Rachel passed the game off to her.

"Slappy and Skippy!" Santana yelled.

"Squirrel!" Brittany replied, taking the game from Santana.

"Glitter!"

"Pride!" Santana yelled as Brittany handed the game back to Quinn.

They played for an hour, until Santana called a break time so she could put a very sleepy looking Nico to bed and Quinn and Rachel could get another glass of wine.

"Those two…they're even weirder than I remembered," Rachel said as Quinn finished pouring the bottle into Rachel's glass.

"I told you, Catchphrase with them is an interesting experience."

"I know but Brittany getting 'recipe' just from the word 'confusing'? Santana getting 'broccoli' from 'where gummy bears live'? Brittany getting 'Strip Poker' just from 'naked royal flush? Or 'soda jerk' from 'sweet bubbly Puck'? I don't get it."

"I'm working on this theory where the two of them literally share the same brain…"

"I mean, after tonight, it would make sense." They walked back into the living room where Santana was cradling a very alert Olivia and singing her a lullabye. Quinn looked over at her own sleeping children.

"God, they can sleep anywhere," Quinn said, gesturing to Harper, Lily, and Hannah who were fast asleep on Brittany and Santana's living room floor.

"I wish I could say the same for ours," Brittany said.

"I've basically given up on the idea of sleep for the next 18 years," Santana added. "So, seriously Quinn. When does Justin get back?"

"Supposedly a week from Monday."

"Ok, how about we take the girls Saturday night and drop them back at your sometime Sunday afternoon. That way you get a little pre-Justin Quinn time. You know, you can get your hair-did or whatever." Brittany laughed out loud at her wife.

"Was that an attempt at an insult?" She asked.

"I'm off my game," Santana said, shaking her head, "so little sleep."

"Well, I'd definitely really appreciate it, if it wouldn't be too much for you." Quinn said.

"The twins barely sleep anyway, and you know we always love having your girls." Brittany replied, taking Olivia from Santana and placing a bottle in her mouth.

"I have an early screening Saturday, so I'll swing by yours afterwards and pick the girls up, probably around 4, ok Q?" Santana said.

"That sounds wonderful."

They talked for another half an hour or so before everyone decided it would be best to get to bed. Santana picked up Harper, Rachel picked up Lily, and Quinn picked up Hannah to get the girls into the car.

"Thanks for helping me manage them," Quinn said, once the girls were buckled in the backseat.

"Of course, Q." Santana said, pulling her in for a quick hug. "I'll see you next Saturday."

"Definitely. Thanks, San."

"Bye, Berry," Santana said, playfully punching Rachel on the arm.

"Bye, Kangaroo," Rachel said, using the nickname Brittany had accidentally revealed during Catchphrase.

"Just because we're not in High School, does not mean I'm beyond hitting you, Berry." Rachel quickly scampered towards her car. "Bye, guys." Santana said, retreating towards her house, clearly not having the energy these days to engage in any sort of fight with Rachel.

"Hey, Rach," Quinn said, as she opened her car door, "you want to have dinner some time this week? You know, it'll be pretty exciting. Vegan food, three kids, animated movie…the works." She bashfully smiled over at Rachel.

"I'd love to. Let me know when works for you."

Rachel got in her car and muted the Wicked soundtrack that was playing as she drove back to her apartment in Beachwood Canyon. It was only twenty minutes from Brittany and Santana's, but it felt like a world apart. She loved her street, and she was growing to love the part of Hollywood she was living in, but she wasn't sure it was ever going to feel homey the way their house in Silverlake did. She checked her mail and laid a few bills out on the table, just the ones that had to be paid right away, and filled a glass with some water from the fridge, before shutting the lights and heading upstairs. She stripped down to her underwear and slipped into her Queen size bed in her empty three bedroom house. As she plugged her phone in she noticed a new text message.

Quinn Fabray-Scott:

How's Thursday?

Sent: Friday, May 20, 11:05pm

Rachel Berry:

Perfect.

Sent: Friday, May 20, 110:06pm

Quinn Fabray-Scott:

Six okay?

Sent: Friday, May 20, 11:10pm

Rachel Berry:

Absolutely.

Sent: Friday, May 20, 11:12pm

Quinn Fabray-Scott:

Great. Sleep well, Rach.

Sent: Friday, May 20, 11:15pm

Rachel wasn't sure if she was supposed to respond, so she thought on it while lying in her bed for a bit.

Rachel Berry:

Thanks. Look forward to it. Night, Quinn

Sweet dreams.

Sent: Friday, March 20, 11:30pm.

Rachel curled in her queen-size bed holding her pillow and let the light sound of the rain drift her into sleep. A few miles west, Quinn was curled in a ball pulling her blankets tightly around her in her California King, listening to the distant roll of thunder, so unusual in Southern California, and so unusual this time of year. She heard a light knock on her door, and then Harper popped just her head in.

"Can I sleep in here, mom?"

"Of course," Quinn said, patting on the bed as Harper hopped in and snuggled under the covers. It took less that 15 minutes of thunder before all three girls were in her bed, more than enough space for all of them. Quinn sighed happily as Harper snuggled into her left and Hannah in her right. She knew she wasn't really alone.

A few miles east, Santana and Brittany listened to the light rainfall and the crashing of thunder.

"I can't believe their sleeping so soundly." Santana said, as they watched the twins sleep quietly in their cribs.

"Maybe they find the rain peaceful?" Brittany said, snuggling deeper into her wife's neck.

"Let's move to Seattle." Santana said. Brittany giggled.

" Why don't we just appreciate this alone time while we have it, San?" Santana nodded and pulled her wife in for a kiss.

"I like the way you think," Santana said, as she tightened her grasp around Brittany's waist. When they were forced to separate for air, Brittany grabbed Santana's pinkie and skipping led them down the hall into their bedroom.

The next morning Santana wandered around Target with a large coffee, barely able to keep her eyes open. She took inventory of the cart, diapers, shampoo, a pack of socks, paper towels…she shook her head. She had come to Target for one thing, but Brittany had been texting her every ten minutes to pick something else up so what would have been a ten minute trip had turned into 45 minutes. She thought she heard familiar voices coming from the electronics aisle, so she swung her cart in that direction.

"Aunt S!" Lily came running over to give Santana a hug.

"I thought I heard familiar voices." The rest of the Fabray-Scott clan came towards Santana.

"Jesus, San," Quinn said, "you look awful. Up all night, again."

"You bet." Santana said, attempting to control the smirk forming on her lips.

"What's that face?" Quinn asked, puzzled by what looked like the beginning of a distinctive Santana smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Q." Quinn was confused. "Ah, finally! The electronics aisle, I should have known." Santana walked over and picked something off the shelf. "Well, I finally found what I came in here for, so I'm going to go home and take a nap." Quinn looked at the box in Santana's hand.

"A Rain Sound Machine?"

"Mmhmm. We found out last night that apparently the trick to getting the babies to sleep is rain. Rain! Damn you, beautiful Los Angeles weather."

"But it rained last night," Quinn said.

"Yeah?"

"So…why are you so ti…oh," Quinn said, finally understanding the reason behind Santana's previous smirk, and the one forming on her lips now.

"Bye, Fabray! Bye, mini-Fabrays!" Santana said as she walked out of the aisle towards the checkout line. Lily tugged at the bottom of Quinn's shirt.

"Why's Aunt S acting so weird?" Quinn just shrugged.

"She and Aunt B are probably doing it again," Hannah said. Quinn stopped rolling her cart.

"Doing what again?" Lily asked.

"I don't know what," Hannah replied, "but my friend Tommy at school said that his mom and dad were all tired and grumpy after his little sister was born, and that his Aunt said it was because they were too tired to do it. But we couldn't figure out what 'do it' was…" Both girls now looked up at Quinn who was just standing in the aisle.

"Oh my," was all Quinn could think of to say, deciding it was best to just ignore this one and continue her errands.

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