Author's Note: Thank you thank you thank you for all of your reviews! I love them. This chapter was getting way out of hand, length-wise, so I had to divide into two parts. Part two will be up shortly though! Also, I keep forgetting to mention, the title is taken from the Imogen Heap song Hide and Seek. Thanks for reading!

Saturday couldn't have come soon enough. Don't get her wrong, Quinn loves her children. Absolutely adores her children. Knows that she would give life and limb for said children. But, sometimes, a thirty-year-old just needs a break from children. The week had been difficult, to say the least. There was the normal aggravation—juggling the extracurricular schedules of three kids, tackling Los Angeles traffic and making sure that Hannah made it to Ballet, Lily was picked up on time from soccer practice, that they all had their bags packed for their swim lessons before she took them to their violin lessons. This week had been especially bad though. Monday, Lily got in a fight at school and punched a boy in the nose and had to be picked up early. Tuesday, the girls missed the bus, Quinn's car broke down as she drove them to school, and Harper threw a temper tantrum on the shoulder of the 101. Wednesday Harper threw another tantrum while Hannah was trying to finish her homework, which prompted Hannah to rush up to her bedroom slamming the door and proclaiming Quinn the "worst mother ever" and cry about missing her father. Thursday everyone behaved, but Quinn suspected it was only because Aunt Rachel came for dinner and a movie and somehow her children always managed to lock up their bad behavior around company. Friday, Lily got in another fight, Harper threw a temper tantrum in the hallway of the school as Quinn tried to get to the Principal's office. Hannah wouldn't stop complaining during Lily's Powderpuff Football game that Quinn was the worst mother ever for making her come with them and at 8 she was old enough to stay home by herself or go to Aunt Brittany and Aunt Santana's. While Quinn was trying to explain that they were going there tomorrow, Lily got hit in the face with the football and they had to go to the hospital. Harper threw a temper tantrum in the waiting room. Needless to say, as Quinn packed her girls' sleepover supplies Saturday afternoon, it was certainly with a wave of relief.

Meanwhile, Santana was leaving a screening in Hollywood. She secured her Bluetooth in her ear.

"B?" Santana asked, as she weaved through traffic.

"Hey, babe, what's up?"

"Nothing, I'm just leaving the screening, heading over to Quinn's. Everything ready over there?"

"Yup. Pre-ordered pizzas, they'll be here at 7. Went to the grocery store, got banana split makings, popcorn, and ingredients for a Grand Slamtana breakfast in the morning. I already own every Disney DVD made in the last, I don't know, 100 years, so we don't have to worry about that one. I was thinking we would take them to the park before the pizza gets here, see if we can tire them out a bit."

"This is going to be interesting," Santana said as she pulled in front of Quinn's house. When she rang the doorbell she could hear the scurrying and excited cries of the girls. She couldn't help but smile to herself. Lily was the first to the door.

"Aunt S!" She cried, jumping into Santana's arms. She had her Adidas skateboard backpack already on.

"She's been wearing her backpack all day, Santana," Quinn said as she ushered the other two girls towards the door. "They are so excited. You have no idea."

"Good," Santana grinned at Quinn. "We're going to have sooo much sugar!" She tousled Hannah's hair. Quinn glared at her. "You guys ready? You have everything?" The three nodded, all holding on to their backpack straps. "Then let's go and have some real fun!" Lily dropped her skateboard and rode over to the car, while Santana walked with the other two girls.

"A little help, Santana?" Quinn said. Santana turned around to see Quinn fumbling with a car seat, a booster chair, and a duffel bag.

"What the hell is all that?"

"Language, Santana. And Lily and Harper still need car seats, they're under six and under 60lbs. And this," Quinn said, gesturing to the duffel bag "is the rest of their stuff."

"They're only gone overnight, Quinn. Don't you think this is a little excessive?"

"Oh, don't blame me. They insisted. Lily couldn't fit a football and a soccer ball in her backpack, and Hannah said that if Lily got to bring two toys to play with Aunt S then she should at least get to bring her Barbie dollhouse to play with Aunt B, and Harper can't sleep without Platypus," Santana raised her eyebrow, "the enormous stuffed duck Brittany got her. And then for some reason some crowns, a plastic sword, an eye patch, and a tri-cornered hat got thrown in. I also think there might be some vampire teeth in there…"

"I guess it's a good thing I picked them up in my SUV instead of B's little Prius." Santana said, lifting the duffel bag and throwing it in the trunk. They got the car seats buckled in and Santana was taught how to unbuckle the girls, and Quinn explained that Lily needed to take her thyroid medicine at 6pm and where Hannah's inhaler was and that Harper was allergic to shellfish (as though Santana had never babysat them before, she thought to herself as she sat in the car with the window rolled down listening to Quinn go on. And who feeds a four-year-old shellfish at a sleepover?)

"You girls be good for Aunts S and B, ok?" The girls nodded. "If you need anything, just call me. And thanks so much for doing this, Santana, I really appreciate it." Santana just nodded. Quinn waved at the car as it sped off the block and walked back in her house. She took a deep breath, appreciating the newfound silence. She looked at the clock, it was 4:30, and laid down on the couch, wondering what she was going to with her next 24 hours of freedom.

"Oh my God," Santana said, as she lugged the girls' duffel bag into the guest room. "It's going to be a long night." Brittany laughed. Within 15 minutes, the dollhouse was out and being attacked by a sword-wielding, crown-wearing, Lily, who called herself the "Princess Knight" and it was being defended, to no avail, by Hannah, donned in an eye-patch and vampire teeth, also known as the "Vampire-Pirate". Harper was practicing somersaults in the dining room and Santana was holding up Nico with her nose scrunched up, apparently trying to determine if he needed his diaper changed. Brittany quickly picked up Olivia who had taken to chewing on a small piece that had fallen off the Barbie house and cleared her throat. There was no response. She tried again. Again no one noticed.

"LISTEN UP!" Brittany shouted. All six heads, including Santana's, turned to her in shock. Brittany never yelled. "We're going to the park. Lily, you can bring either the soccer ball or the football, not both. Whichever one you don't bring today, we'll bring to the park tomorrow. Harper, we can't bring Platypus with us, he's too big, but I can give you one of my little stuffed ducks, if you'd like." Harper just nodded. "Hannah, you can choose one toy to bring…but not the Barbie house," she added quickly, "and Santana, I need you to go change Nico if he needs it, double-check the diaper bag for two bottles, four diapers, baby powder, and sunscreen. Everyone…go!" Everyone jumped to attention while Brittany got the stroller out. Within ten minutes everyone was ready. Lily skated in front with her helmet securely fastened, Harper rode on Santana's back, and Hannah held Brittany's hand while she pushed the stroller.

"I like it when you get authoritative," Santana whispered over to Brittany.

"Maybe, after the girls are gone, we can get that rain machine out and I can show you some real authority…" Brittany smirked over at her wife who felt her cheeks flush.

An hour and a half later, Santana was exhausted. She didn't understand where kids got their energy. She laid down on the blanket Brittany brought and tickled her son who was crawling around. Brittany was feeding Olivia, and Harper, Hannah, and Lily resumed their game of vampires and pirates without Master Vampirate Santana.

"This is worse than a Sue Sylvester morning practice," Santana said, rolling onto her back and picking up Nico, gently throwing him in the air every couple of minutes.

"I'm going to have to tell Q you said that." Brittany said, giggling, "and stop throwing our son."

"He likes it!" Sure enough, he was laughing. Brittany leaned down gave Santana a quick peck on the lips.

"I think this is kind of fun." Brittany said.

"Tell me what you think in 6 hours…" Santana laid the baby on her chest. Just as she was about to close her eyes, two men who had been having a romantic picnic prior to their boisterous arrival stopped by their blanket.

"Sorry if we interrupted your…date?" Brittany said, cautiously, not wanting to offend them, but noting their held hands.

"Oh, no, absolutely not. You were entertaining. We just stopped to tell you that you have a beautiful family."

"Oh, thank you," Santana said, "but they're not all ours. Just the babies."

"I wish," Brittany added, just as Santana simultaneously said, "thank god". The two women turned to look at each other, panic in Santana's eyes.

"Uh-oh, trouble in paradise," the man who hadn't spoken yet said with a smile. "Well your children really are adorable. Just thought you should know." The two men walked off as Brittany and Santana thanked them.

"You are adorable, you know that?" Santana said to Nico, while she wiggled him in a little dance on her stomach.

"We should get going, San, the pizza's going to be there in thirty minutes." They began the long process of packing up the kids and getting them home.

It turned out that what Quinn was going to spend her free evening doing was sleeping. She woke up on the couch in the same position she had first laid down on it. She checked her phone, it was nearly 8 o'clock, she decided to see if her husband was still awake on the east coast where he was running a camp for the University of Florida football team.

"Hello?" A tired voice answered the phone.

"Hey, baby, I'm surprised you're still awake."

"I'm not, really. Listen, Quinn, can I call you back tomorrow? I'm exhausted."

"Ok…I just, I have the house to myself tonight."

"That's nice. I'll call you in the morning. I love you."

"I love you too, baby." He hung up the phone. Ok, so spending the night talking to her husband on the phone was out. She tried Mercedes.

"Hey Quinn, what's up?"

"Nothing, just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out tonight? Brittany and Santana are watching the girls."

"Oh, I'd love to, but I'm playing in the bay tonight. Rain check?"

"Definitely." Quinn looked down at her phone again. She felt weird about calling Rachel for some reason. It wasn't that she didn't have a great time when they hung out lately, it was just they had been hanging out so much Quinn was worried about looking clingy. She decided to press send anyway.

"Hey, I'm surprised to hear from you tonight!" Rachel said when she answered the phone.

"Why's that?"

"Oh, I just assumed you'd want to be away from all living beings since tonight's the night Brittany and Santana are watching the girls, right?" Quinn laughed.

"Just all living beings under 18."

"Ah, I see. Well, what are you doing with your 24 hours of freedom?"
"Well, I napped, but that's actually why I'm calling you. What do you say to a little delivery from Real Food Daily and a movie without animated animals? If you're free of course."

"That sounds lovely, Quinn. See you in twenty?"

"Sure. Oh, and what do you want me to order?"

"Anything, all their food is delicious."

Sure enough, Rachel showed up at her door promptly twenty minutes later with a selection of movies in hand.

"They all feature people, they're all rated at least PG-13, and only some of them are musicals," Rachel said smiling.

"Great, you're just in time, the food just got here."

"What did you get?" Rachel asked as they walked towards the kitchen.

"Well you were so vague…I didn't really know what to get. So I got a little bit of everything?" Rachel's mouth dropped open when she saw the island in Quinn's kitchen.

"There are like six bags of food here, Quinn."

"Well you can take some of it home with you. And I have three growing children."

"Who just love vegan food, I'm sure." They settled on eating a little bit of everything, like a buffet, and to not even bother with plates, they just grabbed forks, a bottle of wine, two glasses, and then laid all of the food out on the coffee table and put in Moulin Rouge. Quinn shoved her fork into the vegan enchiladas as the movie began. She loved being an adult.

Brittany's plan to tire the girls out had worked like a charm. They got home just as the pizza arrived and gathered around the table outside to eat pizza and drink gasp soda. After dinner was cleaned up, Santana began making banana splits.

"Who wants to pick out a movie?" Santana asked.

"Me!" They all squealed.

"I'll let you in on a secret," Santana said, "you know on TV, when they say that they're going to open the Disney Vault?" The girls all nodded. "Aunt B, here, actually owns the Disney vault." The girls looked over at Brittany and she just nodded.

"You want to see?" Brittany asked. They all nodded again. She took them into their living room and opened up the DVD cabinet where Brittany did in fact own every Disney movie ever made.

"Wow, Aunt B, you must be pretty important to have the Disney vault," Lily said.

"You have no idea." They argued over what movie to watch for the next 15 minutes before settling on Mulan while Santana finished making everyone's dessert. All five children were asleep within 45 minutes. They quietly carried everyone to bed, one at a time, and then snuggled up on the couch.

"That was fun, wasn't it?" Brittany said as they finished Mulan.

"Rough…but fun."

It was midnight, Moulin Rouge had long been over, and Rachel and Quinn were well into their second bottle of wine.

"So, Rach, how come you're not seeing anyone?" Quinn asked, taking a bite of vegan nachos. Rachel's face fell. "I'm sorry," Quinn quickly said, "I didn't mean it in a bad way. I just meant, you know…you're young, you're gorgeous, you're successful, you're kind of famous…I just would have assumed that you'd have men lined up at your doorstep."

"It's hard. I work all the time. I travel for work. I usually end up dating my castmates and it usually ends the minute a show is over. Plus, whenever I meet someone outside of a show, it turns out their just using me to get a foot in the door." Quinn just nodded silently and took another sip of her wine. "You and Justin met in college, right?"

"Yup. The first weekend. We were college sweethearts," Quinn said, fondly thinking back on the party that she met her husband. "Then he got drafted into the NFL and I got pregnant so we got married. And the rest," she gestured vaguely to the house, "is history."

"That's kind of nice." Rachel said, looking down at her glass of wine.

"Yeah. It's hard though. You know, he spends half the year on the road. When Harper was a toddler she forgot who he was and cried when he tried to pick her up so he started to make more time to come home, but it's worse now than it's ever been before."

"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's not even Football season. It's May. He's coaching at some camp in Florida, then he's going to be home for a week for Lily's birthday."

"How old is she going to be?"

"Six," Quinn smiled. "And then he's off to mini-camp, then training camp, then preseason, and then the regular season comes back full force. God forbid the Eagles do well this year because then he's gone during the Playoffs and if we're lucky he'll be back home from February until April when it all starts again." Quinn refilled her glass of wine.

"I'm sorry," Rachel said.

"It's fine. I knew what I was getting into when I married him. It's just times like these when he could be home if he wanted to…I just get so frustrated." They sat in silence for a moment. "Anyway, thanks so much for coming over, I really appreciate it."

"Of course! I had fun." Rachel threw back the last of her wine. "I think I should call myself a cab…I'm a little drunk."

"Nonsense, Rach. Do you have plans tomorrow?"

"Nope, we're not shooting this weekend."

"Well, stay here! We can go out to breakfast, maybe get our nails done or go shopping or something? You know, pamper ourselves."

"Well…I mean…"

"Seriously, Rachel. I live in a seven-bedroom house. There's plenty of room."

They put the food away and Quinn led Rache; to one of the spare bedrooms, the one that included a shower and went back to her room to find some pajamas. She lightly knocked on the door and went in, Rachel was looking at pictures of the family on the dresser.

"Here you go, make yourself at home, I'll see you in the morning," Quinn said, smiling as she shut the door. She put on cheerleading shorts and a tank top, but as she was brushing her teeth realized that she forgot to make sure there were towels in the bathroom. She lightly knocked on the door. When she didn't hear a response she tried again. She cautiously opened it, but didn't see Rachel at first.

"Oh my God!" Rachel squealed, "you startled me!" Rachel jumped out of the bathroom in just matching black lace panties and a bra.

"I-I-I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure you had some towels," Quinn said, her face getting redder by the minute. She wasn't sure why she was reacting like this.

"There are towels." Rachel said.

"Ok. Goodnight, Rachel."

"Night, Quinn." Rachel laughed to herself at Quinn's flustered exit, assuming that she was just drunk and confused.

Quinn settled down into her bed, after drinking a tall glass of water. I shouldn't drink so much, she thought to herself as she drifted off into sleep.

Over at the Lopez-Pierces, Santana was making sure that the rain sound machine was up and running and that Quinn's daughters were all still asleep. She woke Brittany up from the couch, where they both had been sleeping moments earlier and led her to the bedroom. After they changed and brushed their teeth, they crawled into bed facing each other.

"Hey Britt?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't sleep."

"Try harder." Santana shut her eyes for a second.

"Britt?" Santana ran her bare foot up Brittany's bare leg.

"Yeah?"

"I tried."

"What happened?"

"I couldn't get the image out of my head of you being so commanding this afternoon." Brittany still didn't open her eyes, but she could see a smile forming on the edge of her lips. Santana moved a little closer to her wife and began playing with the bottom hem of her tank top so that her fingers grazed Brittany's stomach. "I keep picturing you in a police uniform," Santana said, moving her face closer so that she was now whispering into Brittany's neck, "with those dark aviator sunglasses," Santana ran her hand up Brittany's long leg, "and I'm the hardened criminal," she hand slid up over Brittany's hip and onto her stomach underneath her shirt. Brittany, ever so subtly shifted her legs so that Santana's leg now rested between them. She could hear her heart pounding faster in her chest. She smirked to herself. She may be a mother now, but she still had skills. "And you need to show me who's boss," she applied a little bit of pressure in between Brittany's legs and Brittany let out a low moan. That was it for Santana. She began feverishly kissing her wife and slipped the tank top she was wearing up over her head.

"Wait, San," Brittany said, pulling away. We can't do this tonight."

"Why not?"

"Because Quinn's kids are here!"

"I'm sure Justin and Quinn have sex when their kids are home."

"Not the same thing."

"The girls are passed out on the other side of the house, I checked the baby monitors, and the doors are locked." Brittany bit her bottom lip, and Santana again applied pressure between her wife's legs. Brittany let out another moan, this time longer as she arched her back. Santana resumed kissing her, tangling her hands in her long blond hair.

"Wait!" Brittany said again, as Santana moaned and let her body collapse onto Brittany's.

"What now, B?"

"I thought I got to be the one in control?" Santana smirked. Brittany reached into the bottom drawer of her end table and before Santana's could protest she flipped her over and handcuffed her to the bed. She straddled her wife who squirmed underneath her. "It's about time you learned who's the boss around here, little lady," Brittany said in a husky voice, as she slid Santana's shorts off and onto the ground.