MASSIVE MASSIVE THANKS to my friends who inspired this, Nayafan, UnholyUnderBoob, and Beaner008. I don't know how to make their names blue, can someone teach me please? I want to give them proper credit, meaning link to them, so you can go read their fabulous works. Nayafan, I believe, has been EXTREMELY helpful in getting people to read this story, as they posted a link on their tumblr account! SO very grateful!
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Lastly, I feel I should state this properly. I am very intrigued by age play and all the details that go into it, but in my head it's much more romanticized than it is in real life. I know that I don't have all the information that I want for this story, but I am working on it and what I'm completely unsure of, I either research or don't post. For some people this story will eventually have a high "squick" factor. If bathroom/bodily function details gross you out, then please proceed with caution. If anyone has any concerns about the story, or where I'm taking it, please PM me and I'll do my best to explain things, without giving it all away.
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Santana walked into Marley's room to find her sleeping. This was a good sign. Sleep meant she had worked, she had pushed her body toward recovery and now she was resting. "That's what I want for you, to get better and be happy, that's all I want for you," Santana said softly. She took a seat on the chair next to the bed and looked more closely at Marley, who was not only sleeping peacefully, but had the small teddy bear tucked in tight next to her and Santana smiled. She sat still for about three minutes and then she pulled out her phone and began going over her texts and any emails she had piling up. She did her best to reply to everyone before she went to bed.
"Hello Mistress. I need a session with you. I'm available for you at your convenience. I've been terrible to my self and to my employees, and I need for you to punish me for my discretions." it said and Santana rolled her eyes. "You always mistreat your employees," she said softly to herself. She glanced up quickly and saw Marley starting to wake up, so she put down her phone and smiled. "Hey there big girl," she grinned.
"M...eee," Marley said softly and Santana smiled.
"Do you hurt my sweet girl?" she asked her genuinely. During the night her mouth would dry out and her sores would become very painful in the morning. Marley blinked a yes and pouted. "I'm sorry sweetheart. What should we try. Shall we get some more juice into you?" she asked reaching for it and Marley knew she didn't have too much of a say in this. Something had to be done. Marley drank this juice all the time. No one told her it was pedialyte though, at Santana's request, her very strong request.
"If you tell her what it is, she will freak. If I show up tomorrow, offer her the juice, and she freaks I'm coming after you, do you understand?" she asked the nurse on duty in her best Mistress voice and apparently it worked, because the nurse simply nodded, made a note on Marley's chart, and then smiled kindly at Santana.
Santana picked up the pitcher and then poured the glass of juice for Marley. "It's the red kind, you like that one right?" she asked her kindly. Marley didn't say anything and Santana really wanted to just talk for her, but that wasn't going to help anyone, so she just stared at Marely, who eventually whined. "No baby, we have a communication system. Do you like the red juice?" she asked her and Marley looked away. Her mouth hurt, at this point she didn't care about anything. "No use in being cranky sweetheart, it's not going to get you anywhere fast. Do you want red juice?" she asked again and Marley turned away and started to cry. "Apparently we did not sleep so well," Santana said. She put the juice down and then crawled into bed with Marley, something that they had both become familiar with.
Santana took her hand gently and spoke softly into her ear. "I think my baby girl didn't get a good night's rest and is very cranky today," Santana said softly. "You squeeze Santana's hand," she started.
"Me-eee," Marley whined.
"Ah, ah, ah, no whining," Santana scholded. "When you're ready to communicate like a good girl, then you squeeze my hand. I will tell you though, that if you wait too long, I'll have to force you. Your mouth is in pain and I don't want to see you suffer any longer. You are currently in control Marley, but if you wait too long, I will assume you are giving control to me and I will take full advantage of it, to get you better as quickly as possible," Santana said. She didn't ask if Marley understood, she knew she did.
"Ma-eeee," Marley whined.
"No whining Marley," Santana said firmly as she continued to pet her hair.
Joe walked into the room and smiled. "Hi Marley. I'm glad to see you awake. We have a few things to do today and I'm glad Santana is," she started.
"Mommy!" Marley whined at him, her voice getting a bit stronger as time passed.
"Stop whining Marley," Santana warned her sternly.
"Oh, is that Mommy?" Joe asked pointing to Santana and Marley blinked once and then squeezed Santana's hand.
"Look at me little girl," Santana said quickly carefully shifting herself so they were eye to eye. "Mr. Joe is here to do your physical therapy. I will stay since I appear to be requested, but if you whine in defiance one more time, I am stepping out of the room until you can calm yourself, do you understand?" she asked and Marley blinked at Santana. Santana gave a sigh and kissed her forehead. "Thank you, now before we start therapy, you are going to drink your juice," she told her and Marley blinked. Santana made a mental note to talk to Kurt and Rachel about Marley's behavior, maybe they would have insight for her.
"Good, that will help," Joe smiled and poured the cup for Marley. "Today we work on you holding a cup and drinking yourself. You're going to be drinking a lot this morning. I'll guide you the first few times and then we'll work up to you doing it yourself. Now, raise your hand if you know Marley, are you right handed or left handed?" Marley didn't raise either hand. "Do you not know?" he asked her and she blinked at him. "That's not so bad, we'll train both," he smiled at her. "It's just muscle memory honey, we'll just make our way to rebuilding the memory, they do remember. If it hurts too much, you let me know and we'll take a break," he explained to her.
An hour later Marley was in tears of frustration. "You're doing so well Marley, I know it's tough, but you are my most exceptional patient," Joe told her. "I am so proud of you. You're doing wonderful. One more set on the left and then you can rest I promise," he told her. Her bottom lip trembled, but she nodded a bit and looked to Santana, needing her guidance and encouragement.
She wrapped her hand around the cup and began to lift. It was slow and careful. Half way up to her lips the cup began to tremble as her muscles shook. Joe reached out and took her hand. "Good, Marley, very good," he told her. A cramp took over her bicep and she let out a cry. Santana wrapped her arms around Marley's bicep and squeezed it to help ease the pain. Marley let out a whimper but then looked to Santana and just waited for the pain to pass. They were helping her and even she felt the progress she was making and even felt proud. "I'm going to let go Marley and then you can carry on, you can do it, you're almost there," Joe said.
Santana loosened her grip first and then Joe, and Marley moved it toward her mouth. Three quarters of the way and she let out a scream. There was no tension in her arm, just Marley, screaming, in buckets of tears. Santana pressed the page for the nurses station and two came flying in quickly. Everything seemed to get very chaotic very quickly and pretty soon all Santana could hear was Marley, screaming for her Mommy. She moved in close and noticed that the nurses were checking Marley's low back and when the first nurse touched her bottom, she gripped Santana and screamed again.
"Shhh," Santana soothed. "Shhh, I'm right here," she said kindly and covered her ears looking at the nurses. "Someone talk to her. What is going on?" Santana demanded and the second nurse looked at her chart.
"We have to change her, everyone out," the young nurse said.
"Mommy!" Marley screamed.
"I stay!" Santana said seriously and with a sigh, the nurse shook her head but agreed.
Marley hated being changed. It was all too much for her. She had wanted to be someone's baby, to be loved and cared for and tended to, because she no longer had close family to be with. She thought if she could start over, truly from the beginning with someone who wanted her, she would manage to feel that love again, the love of a mother or father that she hadn't felt in the past three years. She never thought that she would actually be back in diapers. She had figured on age two or three. Terri on the other hand had forced her into diapers, against her will, leaving her to sit in her own mess for hours on end, causing a very painful and widely spread rash.
"Mommy," Marley finally squealed, her eyes shedding fresh tears.
"Shhh, I'm right here love, I'm right here. Remember Marley, remember my promise. I won't let anyone hurt you sweetheart," Santana said.
The nurse took a deep breath and looked at Santana. "Jane, out please," she told her colleague. I have this," she told her. "I'm Emma, I've been with Marley since she got here and I will show you how to change her. I hear you're doing really well with her," Emma explained and Santana nodded her understanding. "Marley honey, I'm sorry sweetie, but you have to lay on your back, it's the easiest way to get this done as fast as possible," she said and Marley continued to cry which eventually turned into sobs and Santana looked angrily at the nurse.
"Show me fast, before I figure it out on my own," she said.
"Get her to lay back then," Emma said just as strongly and Santana eased Marley back onto the bed.
"Shhh, I'm sorry baby, Santana is very sorry baby," she said gently.
"Mommy!" Marley wailed and Santana sighed heavily.
"Shhh, I know baby, I know, I'm sorry, Mommy's right here, I'm so sorry sweetheart," she told her gently, over and over, cooing to her while Emma changed her and Marley simply cried. Emma slathered Marley's bottom with lots of cream to help heal her rashes and Marley's sobbing turned to screaming. "Do you have to hurt her!" Santana snapped protectively.
"I didn't hurt her, I'm doing what I can to make her better as fast as possible," Emma told her.
"Please hurry and then I want the two of us to be alone," Santana said and Emma nodded. Santana leaned in close and pressed gentle kisses to Marley's temple. "I won't let anyone hurt you Marley. Not any more. Now you're safe with me," she said. Marley was put in a fresh diaper and the gown was replaced. Emma looked at Santana and spoke kindly.
"You can rest now. Her speech therapist won't be here till much later this afternoon," she said and left them alone.
Marley was still under great distress, breathing rapidly and trembling. "Oh baby," Santana said, her heart breaking in two for the broken girl before her. "Okay, let's get you more comfortable," she said. "Cuddle time for Marley," Santana said and she carefully climbed into the bed behind her and wrapped her in a tight hug. "Shhh, I'm here baby, I'm right here and you're safe. I know it hurts, I know. That was a lot of screaming," Santana said keeping her voice light. "Shhh, let's calm down, nice deep breaths, can you breath with San," she started. "Mommy?" she said changing her voice. It was sweeter, gentler. "Yes you can baby, breathe with Mommy," Santana encouraged her and it took some doing but Marley finally calmed.
"Shhh," she soothed swaying lightly from side to side. "Mommy's here. Let's get teddy bear, does teddy bear have a name yet?" she asked and Marley shook her head slowly. "Alright, Mommy's going to call it Teddy Bear and if you want to give a different name you let me know okay?" she asked her and Marley hiccuped, but agreed and Santana felt her get very heavy. "My baby girl, I'm so sorry you hurt my love," she said and she started to sing softly. It took about an hour, but finally Marley was sleeping and Santana took a deep breath. She carefully removed herself and went to the nurse's station.
"Ms. Lopez, we can't do anything about," the nurse started and Santana held up her hand.
"I need to know how to change her. I couldn't do it before. I had to hold her and keep her calm while someone else changed her. If I am to be her Mommy, which I will take very seriously, then I need to know this too," she said kindly, which did surprise the nurse a little bit, but she smiled and nodded.
"I can take you to the supply closet and help you learn on the mannequin," she said.
Santana dragged herself home and laid down on the couch. Kurt walked over and pulled back her hair that was covering her face. "You're going to suffocate yourself," he told her kindly.
"Come sit," she ordered him wiggling around on the couch and making room for him.
He sat next to her and combed his fingers through her hair to help relax her. "You keep making those faces and creating those worry lines, you're going to look like a prune," he told her with a smirk.
"You're not funny," she pouted at him. It took a moment for her to say more, but eventually she found her strength. "I had to learn to change her," she said and looked at Kurt who seemed to be waiting for more words. "Change her," she repeated.
"Into what?" Kurt asked, not understanding.
"A diaper," she said cocking her head to the side, not understanding why he looked so confused.
"Rewind," he told her. "Start from the beginning."
"I was with Marley for about two hours. We did some communicating and she started whining at me, but she was whining the word Mommy more than anything."
"She trusts you, she wants you to be her Mommy. Rachel told you that last night."
"But she shouldn't. She shouldn't just jump into something she doesn't know, that's what got her into this mess in the first place," Santana said in annoyance.
"Let me ask you something, have you demanded anything from her?" he asked.
"I don't work like that. I find out what they want, we discuss it, boundaries are set, and then we jump into it," she said.
"Then you are showing her, even though it's not through two way verbal communication, that you are safe. She can trust you. She figured that out before anything else, because you showed her," he said.
"I don't like it when you're right," she said.
"I'll make note of that for the future," he smiled. "What happened after her whining?" he asked.
"She had therapy, two muscle spasms and we pumped her so full of pedialyte, that she peed herself and then screamed, and I mean screamed. Bloody murder, I've never heard anyone scream like that," she said. Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Not even when Berry squeals in the shower," she said with a smirk.
"Do you want a sandwich?" he offered her noticing she wasn't ready to share any more.
"I have to get back to the hospital in an hour. They sedated her to give her some true rest," Santana yawned.
"Then perhaps you need to sleep," he smiled and pet her hair.
"Make me a list of lullabies for her," she told him closing his eyes and he smiled once she wasn't looking.
He pet her hair and sung softly. "Black bird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly, all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise," he sang and Santana smiled with her eyes closed.
"Thank you," she said quietly and he nodded and went back to singing, letting Santana catch a nap before she went back to the hospital.
"I know you aren't really in to this, but she is coming to live with us, so you at least have to meet her. I've told her all about you, but expect someone very shy, and quiet. I can't imagine her saying too much," Santana explained as they walked into the hospital.
"You said she barely says anything," Kurt smiled as he signed his name on the entry log at the front desk.
"Usually, she doesn't. Yesterday though she was very animated. That is until I told her I was bringing you with me. I showed her your picture and she went quiet."
"One crack Santana and I'm out of here," Kurt said seriously.
"Oh relax!" she said taking his hand tightly into hers. "Let's go. I only ask that you be patient with her," she said.
"You will not even know who I am," he smiled at her.
Santana went to the desk on the fourth floor and looked at the nurse. "Where is Marley please?" she asked.
"Speech therapy is now, she's probably giving April a very difficult time, since you aren't with her," Emma offered.
"She gives everyone a hard time. This is Kurt. He is coming with me. He is one of my room mates. Marley has to get to know him," she explained.
Emma nodded. "They moved into room eighteen today. Joe had her on the floor to help with her core strength and April just kept her in there. Good luck," Emma smiled and Santana nodded and went down the hall.
Santana and Kurt walked in to see Marley in tears. Marley wanted to cry out for her Mommy, but there was another person there, that she didn't know and she wasn't going to out herself to this stranger. It was bad enough that April had accidentally heard her speaking and praised her to the high heavens and then decided to ask her for more. She didn't want to do it on someone else's time. Just her own. It sounded wrong to her. She had a sever lisp from all the sores that were still healing within her mouth. It was delicate tissue and the healing process, as far as the doctors could figure, would not be sped up in any way. Marley was just going to have to work at it.
"Come on Marley. You can say it, I know you can," April coaxed. "I just need to hear you count to three," April said. Marley looked to Santana and her eyes filled with tears. She didn't want to do this and she really wished that Santana would save her. Marley fell forward and put her face on the floor. She wasn't even going to try and that was that, she'd decided.
"Marley," Santana said in a warning voice. Marley turned her head toward Santana and Kurt and whimpered quietly. Santana moved to sit behind Marley and helped her up into a seated position. "Marley my love, you know that we all think you have a beautiful voice, so you have to at least try to speak," Santana said kissing her temple and helping her calm down some. Kurt hung back and watched, amazed at how gentle and calm Santana was.
Marley looked over at the blocks April had brought with her. They were simple stacking cups, in bright colors that had numbers on the bottom. They were normally used for movement classes. Joe liked to have things that his patients could graduate and grow with. The cups got larger in size with each increasing number. "Come on sweetheart, tell me what you have to do," she said.
"Mommy?" Marley asked softly.
"Yes baby, you can show Mommy what Miss April wants you to do," she assured her. Marley reached forward and very slowly and carefully edged the cups closer to herself, putting them in numerical order. She carefully tapped them. One. Two. Three. "One two three?" Santana asked her.
"I would like her to count to three for me," April said.
"You can do that sweetheart," Santana cooed softly. Marley shook her head no. She wasn't going to do it. These words meant only more would follow and she sounded horrible. She didn't want to hear herself, or worse yet, let anyone else hear her. Terri had heard her singing once and as punishment, didn't let her talk any more. She had in fact made her worse.
She'd soaked a pacifier in apple cider vinegar and then forced it into Marley's mouth. It was incredibly sour and Marley choked on the strong fumes for a good two minutes before finally calming down. "Babies do not talk and do not sing, ever," Terri said angrily. After that Terri decided to force Marley to have a coated pacifier at some point every day. She never did it at the same time either. Sometimes it was first thing in the morning, to discourage her from speaking during the day and sometimes it was at night, tied into place, so she couldn't spit it out and poor Marley would cry herself to sleep.
"Marley honey, this is not punishment. Your voice is like a muscle and if you don't use it, it's going to get weak and you'll have a hard time communicating at all," April sighed and Marley burst into tears, hiding her face in Santana's shoulder as best she could, crying harder when her diapered bottom rubbed too hard on the floor, burning her already bruised bottom some more.
"Was that really necessary?" Kurt asked quickly and angrily and Santana looked up.
"Excuse me?" April asked.
"Look, I get that you're a professional, but she's a scared girl, a girl who once was told that talking was bad. You can't force her so hard and so fast," he scolded.
"Excuse me, but it's been nearly three weeks," April defended.
"I don't care if it's been three years," Kurt said. "You need to back off a bit. Don't push her so fast. She needs time to accept that your motives are to help her. Obviously she doesn't trust you, so you have to fix it before she'll do what you ask," Kurt said.
"Well it would help a lot more if her Mommy would encourage her to do as I ask," April said and she looked up at the clock. "Alright Marley, today is over. Later today we'll try again," she said. "Santana please explain to her that I'm trying to help her get better," April said and she left the three of them alone.
"Mommy," Marley whimpered.
"I"m here baby," Santana told her kindly.
"I'm going to get a water, do you want one?" Kurt asked and Santana squeaked when Marley gripped tightly to her body, Kurt's voice sending her into a further state of panic.
"Easy love, easy, easy," Santana said gently and she loosened Marley's grip. "Yeah, thanks," she told him and he left the room. "What happened to my sweet baby girl? Why are you so scared honey?" she asked her gently. Marley shook her head and Santana smiled. "No you're not scared, or no you're not going to tell me?" she asked gently giving her a lot of tender kisses to her temple.
"Mommy," Marley said softly.
"Yes baby, Mommy," Santana told her gently and Marley looked over toward where Kurt had been and then looked back at Santana in confusion. "What sweetheart?" Santana asked her kindly. Marley looked at Santana with big eyes wanting an explanation of Kurt but she didn't want to verbally say so. "You know what my love, I don't know what you want, and until you're ready to tell me, I can't really explain anything, so I want to talk to you about my friend Kurt okay?" she asked her and Marley nodded sighing in relief. She hadn't communicated it, but she was getting what she wanted anyway. It was just another reason to trust Santana. Santana was slow and careful and explained everything to Marley as best she could.
"Do you remember when we talked about Kurt yesterday?" she asked and Marley nodded yes. It didn't hurt to nod anymore and even if it did, it didn't matter, because every day it hurt a little less. "I'm glad my baby. So today he came to visit you and get to know you a little. His name is Kurt, and I know that might hurt your mouth, but I want you to try a little bit okay?" she asked and Marley's eyes instantly filled with tears. "Shhh, you're not in trouble sweetheart, I promise. I just ask that you try a little bit," she told her.
Kurt returned a few moments later and found the girls cuddled together and Marley crying. "Hi Marley, I'm Kurt," he said taking a seat far enough away from her to make her feel comfortable and carefully cracked up the water bottle. "I know that Mommy makes you feel safe and that's good you deserve that," he told her. "I don't know if Mommy told you about me, did she?" he asked.
"K-eh," Marley pushed out softly.
"Yes, that's right, my name is Kurt," he smiled at her and Santana beamed. Marley had tried and Kurt did not correct her. "So I brought you some water. Mommy says you like to drink a lot of fluids to help your mouth heal. So I brought you this. I'll give it to you, because I heard you're getting very strong and can hold things on your own now," he said. She nodded slowly and pushed her body into Santana, needing to remind herself that she was in a safe place, with safe people. Kurt even called her Mommy and he didn't talk down to her, the way Terri had for so long.
Marley started to cautiously take the bottle but then stopped. Kurt smiled and looked at Santana. "I can put it here for you," he told her and carefully placed the water bottle down.
"Do you want help baby?" Santana asked kindly going to pick up the bottle for her. With a deep breath Marley picked up the bottle herself and tried not to drop it. "Yaaaay Marley," Santana cheered.
"Wow! Mommy's right Marley, you're getting so very strong, that's awesome," he praised her, smiling brightly and Santana nodded her appreciation and approval. "Yeah, but see now the trick is can you drink from it," he said and Marley frowned immediately. He had been so supportive a second ago, what happened now, she wondered. Santana raised and eyebrow and Kurt simply smiled. "See, when I first drink out of these, every time, every time Marley, I spill water down the front of my shirt. Every time. They always fill it to the tippy top, so when you tilt it to get it to your mouth it dribbles down your shirt. I can't tell you how many times your Mommy and our friend Rachel have smiled and told me to change my shirt, or in one case my pants," he said. Santana's eyebrows shot up to her forehead. In the five years she lived with Kurt, this had never happened. He had just fabricated an entire story, and told it with such conviction that he had Santana wracking her brain trying to remember one incident where this had happened.
"Can we drink the water now please?" Santana asked.
"I bet she does a better job than I do," Kurt said, because he realized now that he had to live up to his story. He had to spill something, he just told Marley it happened every single time.
Marley gave a soft sigh and wiggled in Santana's lap, feeling sleepy all of a sudden. Santana smiled and carefully shifted Marley so that she was sitting sideways and Santana could wrap her arms around her. "Come on baby, I will help you, I promise," Santana told her and Marley nodded her agreement before Santana carefully opened the bottle. "I will help, I promise, but I want us to do this together. You hold the bottle with me okay?" she asked gently.
Kurt watched in awe. He'd never seen Santana like that. This was not the rough and tough girl from high school. This was Mommy Santana and he found he liked this side of her. He didn't know if she was just acting, but he was very impressed with his friend's newly discovered side; or acting skills.
Marley put her hand on Santana's and they brought it to her lips, very carefully, helping her drink and Santana was very careful about controlling how much water Marley took in. Once a quarter of the bottle was gone, Santana put it down and kissed Marley's cheek gently. "I'm very proud of you baby," she told her.
"Okay, my turn," Kurt said. "No laughing okay?" he asked looking hopefully at Marley. She simply blinked at him. Nodding was earned and he hadn't earned it yet.
"You can show her, she blinked," Santana said with a bit of amusement because she knew now that Kurt was going to be wearing his water shortly. He lifted the bottle to his mouth, tipped it a bit too soon, on purpose, and very quickly had a large water spill on his shirt.
"Ugh, every time," he frowned.
Santana had been consistent for three solid weeks now and finally Marley was being released from the hospital. It was to happen in the next three days and she was doing a lot of preparing and a lot of thinking. "Berry! When are you off?" she yelled from the bathroom as she finished brushing her teeth.
"We're dark the next two days, but I have rehearsal tuesday afternoon," Rachel yelled back. Kurt stayed in his room listening to the girls scream back and forth. He wondered if all women did this. He used to yell for his father, but Burt would hear him and go to him to have the discussion. The same went for Kurt. If Burt yelled for him, he would go and they would talk. He didn't understand the whole yelling thing.
"I need you to come with me to the hospital tomorrow then!" Santana called back.
"Why?" Rachel yelled and then turned on the hair dryer.
Kurt couldn't help but laugh to himself. Rachel asked a direct question. Santana was bound to answer it. Now Rachel was running the hair dryer so she wouldn't be heard, Santana would have to yell louder, still wouldn't be heard, then she'd run over to Rachel and go full blown Lima Heights on her. He stood up and went to go watch. He would never understand women.
To his utter surprise, he found Santana now in the same room as Rachel with a brush in her hand, fixing Rachel's hair and then turning off the dryer. He leaned against the door frame and watched Santana pin Rachel's hair with two small bobby pins and then picked up the brush one last time. "You can't ask me a question and then turn on the dryer so you can't hear my answer," she said and gave her a quick smack to her ass with the brush.
"She's not a sub!" Kurt said quickly.
"Relax, I didn't hurt her."
"She didn't, thank you though," Rachel said and pet the side of Kurt's face. "Okay, now, tell me why," she said and Santana smirked and turned on the hair dryer, moving her mouth while saying nothing. Rachel simply laughed picked up the hair brush and tapped Santana the way she'd been tapped moments ago.
"How do you two ever get anything done?" Kurt laughed and left them alone.
The girls went into the kitchen and Santana started to prepare several small meals, trying to get things in order and talked to Rachel. "I need you to come with me to meet Marley. She's being released in three days. I want her to meet you too. She's met Kurt, she has to meet you too," Santana said.
"I can go tomorrow before rehearsal, or I can go some time today."
"Tomorrow. Today I will be there, but I have my own appointment with Miss Susan," she said.
"Who's that?"
"The head Nanny at the club." Rachel just stared at her curiously waiting for more of an explanation but Santana didn't give one. She simply packed up all her little sandwich baggies and started to put them in her bag that she always took with her when she left the apartment.
"Hold it, get back here! Why are you going to see the Nanny?" Rachel said following her out of the kitchen.
"I'm going to be late for therapy today so walk and talk," Santana said going into her bedroom to find the last few things she was missing.
"Okay, I'm with you, now why are you going to see the Nanny?"
"Do you know who to change a diaper, or "baby proof" an apartment?" Santana asked her as she ducked down to the floor and pulled a box out from under her bed ruffling through it.
"No, but you're not making any sense," Rachel countered.
"Marley is coming to live with us. For all intents and purposes, she's a toddler. I know nothing about toddlers, you just told me you didn't and Lady Hummel would rather not deal with any child unless they are five and older," Santana said pulling out a large piece of fabric and refolded it to fit in her bag. Then she pushed the box back under the bed and pulled out another one. She rummaged through it for a while and as she got closer to the bottom she smiled, pulling out a pacifier and looking at Rachel triumphantly. "Tomorrow, before your rehearsal, you come meet her, no backing out," Santana ordered.
"Not a sub!" Rachel snapped back.
"Sorry," Santana said half heartedly and then she raced out the door.
"Does she know it's her night to cook?" Kurt asked Rachel, who was still looking confused.
"I think so, she wrote dinner on the calender as to what she's making," Rachel said.
"You okay?" Kurt asked noticing something was off with her.
"Yeah, I think so," she said honestly.
"You think?"
"Well I don't know. Santana just pulled out feetie pajamas, a pacifier, packed up a whole bunch of small baggies of food, shoved it all in her bag and told me she was off to see the head Nanny at her job."
"Business I guess. Don't focus on it. Just know that when you meet Marley, you're not meeting a grown up, you're meeting a very smart, very abused, young lady, who would much rather act like a small child and when she's with Santana, she is that child. I can't explain it, you have to witness it for yourself," he said.