Hello everyone,

I hope you're all still enjoying the story. I know the last chapter was pretty intense, this one isn't that bad, but still pretty graphic.

Warnings for this story are enemas, talk of sodomy, and periods. If there are any guys reading this story, I'm sorry if this grosses you out, but it's what girls deal with. I also know that some of you were concerned that she wasn't going to get it, or wanted to know where it was, since physically she is not a baby, Marley is a full fledged woman. That is going to be addressed in this chapter and the next several chapters as well.

I want all of you to know how much I appreciate your support and now I need a favor. I've come to a sticking point in my story, so you all need to say things, write things to me, and help spark the creative flow in me, because when I say stuck, I mean stuck, as in, if I don't figure out somewhere for this story to go, I"m going to hit a chapter and you're going to be left with a half ass story, and I really don't like doing things half assed.

As always, major major major thanks to NayaFan, UnholyUnderBoob, & Beaner008 for all their inspiration and encouragement.

Wishing you all well! :)

Santana opened the door to the loft and immediately frowned. There was a disney movie on the television, Rachel was singing quietly, and there were a pile of dishes in the sink, while Kurt was walking out of the bedroom with Teddy Bear and Marley's blanket, handing it to Rachel and then went to take care of the dishes.

She immediately walked over to the couch and got in front of Marley. She crouched down and spoke softly. "Hi baby girl," she said gently and Marley immediately broke down into tears, sobbing for her Mommy, crying because she had been terrified by a nightmare and relieved that her Mommy had come home after all.

"Nice, Santana, I just got her to relax," Rachel said in frustration and Marley only cried harder.

"Shhh, you're alright baby girl, you're okay," Santana soothed as she rubbed gentle circles over Marley's back. "And you're okay too," she told Rachel. "Go, I got her," she said kindly. Rachel gave her a kiss and then went to help Kurt with the dishes. Santana moved onto the couch and Marley started to whimper and shriek. "Shhh, I'm right here baby," she said gently and pulled the girl up onto her lap. "Look, let's watch Ariel," she encouraged, but Marley whined and pushed herself further into Santana, hiding her face from the world.

Kurt and Rachel worked on the dishes and Rachel finally could take no more. She leaned into Kurt and relied on him for comfort. She was trembling with anxiety. "Hey, hey, hey, you're okay, Santana isn't mad at you. Marley just had a bad dream and she's calming down. You did really well Rach," he said kindly and she shook her head.

"She was so scared when she woke up. I didn't know what to do, or say, and I couldn't get her to calm down fast enough," she said.

"Rachel, you have to relax, you did well, I promise. I watched you. You did everything for Marley that Santana has done. You are an actress Rachel. You acted like Marley's Mommy. You managed to do for Marley, everything, everything, that Santana does for her. I know you don't feel it, and I know all her screaming freaked you out, but I promise you, you did a great job," Kurt insisted.

Rachel simply held on to him and cried softly, not feeling like she had done well at all. Neither of them had noticed how quiet it had gotten and Rachel didn't see Santana sneak up behind her and wrap her arms around her. Rachel let out a gasp and then looked at the hands around her waist and spoke softly. She knew who it was, just by the hands. "Where's Marley?," Rachel asked.

"She's sleeping," Santana said kindly and Kurt gave her a relieved look. Then Santana felt Rachel shake next to her. "Why are you freaking out on me troll," she said although not unkindly. Kurt replied with a kick to her calf and growled protectively. Rachel however turned around, smacked Santana's shoulder and hugged her tightly.

"If you two attempt a cat fight, I will hurt both of you severely," Kurt warned and he left them alone. He moved to the far chair in the living room to watch Marley carefully and make sure someone was with her if she happened to wake up from another night terror.

Santana kept Rachel close and the two just hugged for a while. "Is she really okay?" Rachel asked with concern.

"Apart from having been tortured for a few months, yes, she is," Santana said. "What about you?" she asked after a moment of silence.

"I," Rachel started, but then took a shuddering breath and Santana gave a sad smile. She moved them to the kitchen table, they each took a seat, and Santana took Rachel's hand, letting her take her time. "Everything was fine, and then she burst out with how she didn't want to open wide for a baba. Santana, it was crystal clear, no lisp, no hesitation, the words came flying out, and she was absolutely dead asleep, because after that she screamed bloody murder, and messed herself. I got her changed, and then tried to comfort her, but she didn't want it. She was shaking and trembling and I did everything I could think of to make her stop and she just wouldn't."

"And yet when I came home, I found the two of you sitting quietly and relatively calmly on the couch watching television," Santana pointed out.

"Lucky break," Rachel said and she wiped away her tears and sighed. "Okay, so what did you learn?"

Santana wanted to push Rachel to finish her little panic attack, but that would make her a hypocrite, so she let it go. "Kurt has to join us," she said. "Hey, Lady Hummel, come over here, this is serious," she said standing up and going over to the fridge and Rachel watched in confusion. She called him to join them and then stood up to leave. She retrieved the infamous blue folder and sat back down at the table just as Kurt joined them.

"Shouldn't one of us be over there with her?" he asked.

"Only if we hear something, but you both need to know what I think I figured out, because this is huge," Santana said seriously as she opened the folder to the right section. She took a deep breath and began to read quietly to her friends. "Patient had to be sedated for further examination to avoid further mental trauma. Patient still doesn't speak, blink, communicate, or struggle. Patient is showing minimal conditions of a catatonic teenager. Upon further investigation, we've discovered severe stretching to the lower foot of the large intestine. Muscles have lost their elasticity by seventy percent and gaining back strength shows to be about fifty percent. Patient has suffered severe anal trauma, based on the muscle bruising present in the exam," she read.

"Okay, there's only one problem with that," Kurt said and Santana looked at him carefully. "Anal trauma implies that she was at the very least sodomized, and speaking as a gay man, sodomy doesn't have to be painful," he said.

"Ew! Kurt," Rachel said covering her eyes and shaking her head.

"I'm not giving details, I'm just saying," he said trailing off a bit.

"You," Santana said taking Rachel's hand off her face, "grow up a little bit," she told her and then turned to Kurt. "And you are actually correct. Sodomy, when done right, with permission, and a gallon and a half of lotion and lubrication, won't truly hurt," Santana said.

"I'm really hoping you know this based on work experience and not personal," Rachel said softly.

"Actually," Santana said with a smirk and Rachel covered her ears with her hands and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Lalalalala," she sang softly.

"Then you shouldn't have hinted at wanting a direct answer," Santana laughed and she stood up, kissed Rachel's cheek and then moved to put the blue folder away and Rachel scowled at her, not liking the slightly condescending tone she had. "So yes, she was sodomized and from what I gather, it was with an enema, but it wasn't called that. It was a called," she said.

"A baba," Kurt and Rachel finished, putting the pieces together for themselves and Santana nodded. "So wait, why doesn't she know what it's called?" Rachel asked curiously.

"My best guess is she was blindfolded. She doesn't know what it looks like, because she won't point it out to us. She just knows what Terri called it, and I'm assuming it was a fleet kit because, they cause the most "damage" in the shortest amount of time, it's what their designed to do," she said.

"So then all the blisters and sores and bruises came from that?" Rachel asked.

"Along with whatever spankings she got, which we know she did, because one bruise was a paddle burn," Santana said nodding her head.

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Rachel said and she sat there breathing a little more deeply.

Kurt took her hand and squeezed it gently. "So now what do we do?"

"We wait for Miss Susan to call me, because she deals with all the little ones, she would know, I wouldn't," Santana said honestly.

"We're not going to assure her that she won't get one?" Kurt asked.

"I don't want to promise that any more, because I have this sinking feeling that we're going to have to do it," she frowned.

Susan did some research and made sure to text Santana over the last few hours. She wanted to be sure she had as much information as possible, because this was a serious deal in her mind. She had to do two things. First she had to figure out how to tell Marley what had really happened to her and then she had to find out why Marley had remembered this particular instance. She had her suspicions, but decided not to push it. She walked into the office and sat at her computer. "Let's see," she mused and tapped out a few keys on her computer.

"What are you researching?" Beth asked walking in and smiling at her friend and coworker."

"I'm trying to figure out how to help Santana," she said.

"Ah yes, the enema dilemma," Beth smiled. "I called Santana the morning after and she had a very young Marley on her hands. That girl is traumatized and Santana is on the verge of a break down every few days. She's very stressed out and my heart goes out to her, because all she wants is to do right by Marley," Beth said and Susan nodded her full agreement. "What have you come up with so far?" Beth asked curiously.

"So far nothing. So far, it tells me how to introduce one, how to calm your child, what position to put your child in, and how much water to give them," Susan said.

"You know all of that already," Beth said frowning a bit.

"I do. I did however pick up two new tips, which I have a little one that I can test them out on, because they are very interested in enemas, but nothing about how to get my abuse victim to accept an enema," Susan said.

"Did you google it?"

"That exact phrase," Susan nodded, "and all I found out was that, women are terrible people, who abuse their power and traumatize their daughters or charges," she frowned. "Makes me want to go home and hug my kids as tightly as possible."

"You're kids are teenage boys, I'd make them shower first," Beth teased and Susan laughed.

"I really don't know what to tell Santana, but I have a feeling the reason that Marley is having these dreams because she actually needs an enema and I don't know how to make her better, without giving her one. The problem is, two fold though. I'd have to get Santana's approval, which I doubt would happen, and I have to be able to get to Marley and without Santana's approval, that's not happening."

"Well I am not being very helpful, so I will let you get back to your research and I'll talk to you later," Beth said and stood up and left.

"Oh kay Susan, find something," Susan scolded herself on a heavy sigh and went back to researching.

"Okay Marley, let's try the smaller box, can you do that for me?" Joe asked her kindly and she nodded. It had been several days since her last break down and while she wasn't nearly as upset as she had been, she was still very nervous and had decided on not saying much. Therapy had been going well though and she'd developed a lot more muscle tone than the first day Joe had met her. "I'm going to push this one out and slide this one in. It's a three second hold. You've done them before. We've been preparing for them. Are you ready to try?" he asked her.

"No," she said honestly.

"Do you want your Mommy to come join you?" he asked her kindly and she nodded. "Alright, you can call her. I won't do anything until she comes to join us," Joe assured her.

"Mommy!" Marley called out and Santana showed up a few moments later.

"Hey munchkin, what's up?" she asked.

"Mommy day, new," Marley said nodding toward the smaller box.

"Alright, I'll stay with you," Santana told her.

"You can sit here Santana. You can touch her hand, but you can't hold it. Marley, you need both your hands and knees on the floor to be sure you have all of your balance okay?" he asked and she nodded, but looked scared at the same time.

"You can do it love. Mommy's here to help you," Santana encouraged.

"And she'd kill me if I let anything happen to you on purpose. That's why we prepare you for everything. If you know what the challenges are ahead of time, you're more prepared to take them on, yes?" he asked and Marley nodded her agreement. "Okay, so practice first. Three practices to get your muscles ready and then we switch, are you ready?" he asked and after a moment of hesitation, she nodded her agreement. "Okay, so this is what you do. I want you to brace your body and then round your back, like this," he said and he demonstrated for her, showing her how to round her back. "Now remember, keep your core very tight," he told her and she nodded. "Breathe in and arch on the exhale, you can do it. Then you hold the arch for three seconds and you relax for a few moments before we try again," he told her.

Marley nodded and Joe was very diligent in coaching Marley through each practice. After three he smiled at her. "That was excellent Marley, now we're going to switch out the box. I know you're afraid, but you're going to be okay. I'm here, and your mom's here, nothing terrible is going to happen.

"No, Mommy," she corrected him kindly and he smiled.

"I'm sorry, your Mommy is here," he said and Santana held her laughter back. It was the first time that Marley had spoken up to defend her family. "So now, this time when you arch, I'm going to push this box under you. You'll just be a little closer to the ground. I want to make sure you're gaining strength in your arms and not relying on the box. You will get to rest on the new box though, okay?" he asked her. She took a moment, flexed her hand, wrapping her fingers over Santana's and then nodded at Joe that she was ready. "Alright Marley, here we go, inhale," he coached and she took a deep breath. "Good girl, exhale and hold for three seconds," he said. She blew out all the air in her lungs, rounded her back, and Joe shifted the boxes. "One, two, three," he said counting slowly, "and now I will help you lower to the box below you," he told her and he put one hand on her back and one on her stomach and helped her down to the box.

"Good job baby," Santana praised her, leaning in and giving her a kiss. Marley was now resting on the box and her arms had a lot of slack in them which made her feel a little bit strange, but she was glad to be resting.

"Okay Marley," Joe said kindly. "So now, we practice push ups," he said and Marley flashed a look of panic at Santana.

"I'm right here baby. I'm not leaving, I promise," she told her. "Maybe Mr. Joe can show us what push ups he's talking about and then you'll be able to see what's going on better," she suggested.

Joe nodded his agreement and waited for Marley to focus on him. "See Marley, this is how we are going to get you mobile. First you have to develop enough strength to hold yourself up. That comes from strong arms, strong back, strong core, and strong legs. Your back and core are doing wonderful and your legs are good because your family helps you walk when they can to get you from one room to the other. Your arms are good because we got you to start drinking for your self and playing with your toys. You're doing very well. Eventually though, you're going to have to crawl on your own. My job is to help make you a little bit more independent," he explained and she nodded. "So the push up just means that I want you to go from resting on the box to up on all fours by yourself. That's what the push up means. I promise I won't be barking at you, like the gym trainers do," he explained to her.

She nodded and looked to Santana for help. Her belly was starting to hurt her a little more, now that she was resting on the smaller box. "Mommy," she said softly looking at Santana and when Santana pet the side of her face gently she gave a smile. "Mommy, owie," she said softly.

"Should we go potty?" Santana whispered in her ear and Marley nodded. "On the potty?' she asked her and again Marley nodded. "Can Mr. Joe help me move you?" she asked getting her permission and Marley nodded.

"Buh, Mommy?" she asked softly. "Not Papa. Go way," she told her kindly trying to get her point across.

"No, you're right, Mr. Joe is not like Papa. He will leave the room and if you like I will too," she said.

"No, Mommy day," she said seriously.

"Alright love. Mr. Joe, will you help me assist Marley to the bathroom?" she asked him and he nodded. They assisted her to the bathroom and Joe left them alone and Santana helped Marley to undo her diaper and sit on the toilet. Santana noticed the small stains in the seat of the diaper, but she didn't say anything, folded it up, and threw it away. She knew what the stains represented and now she was going to have to face an entirely new set of challenges. Marley however was seated on the toilet, pushing, and straining, her body aching with the pain of a stopped up bowel and she had no idea how to relieve herself. The cramps were getting intense as well and she wasn't entirely sure what those cramps were all about. She hadn't had cramps in months.

"Mommy," she whimpered.

"What's wrong love, you're okay, I'm right here, just breathe," she told her gently.

"No baba, no baba Mommy," she pleaded and Santana's heart broke. Now she knew what that was. Now she knew why Marley was so against it. Not only was Marley having trouble going to the bathroom at all, she was about to start up on her period again, which brought on extra pain and in some people extra blockage.

"Marley, calm down baby, look at me," Santana said. "I just want you to focus that's all baby," she said and she waited, smiling as Marley breathed, trying to calm herself.

"Fi-ah Mommy, pee fi-ah," she said.

"I have to open the door and leave the room," Santana said and Marley nodded, feeling herself get more worked up. "I am so proud of you baby girl," she told her. It was the first time that Marley had out right asked for her pacifier during the day. She needed to calm down and she knew it, and over the past few days, she'd learned that it was a great help. Santana stood up, opened the bathroom door, and then closed it behind her. Marley burst into tears as soon as it was closed and Santana returned with the blue and red pacifier for her, putting it in her hand, rubbing her back, and giving her gentle kisses to her temple.

Marley shoved the pacifier into her mouth and breathed raggedly for a few moments, finally getting herself together and then looked to Santana, who was back to being seated in front of her. "Shhh, you're okay baby. You're safe, Mommy's here," she told her.

"Owie, no baba," Marley cried.

"I know lovely, I know. Just breathe a little more sweetheart. The feeling will pass, I promise and Mommy is working on finding you a solution so that you aren't in pain any more okay?" she told her and Marley nodded and leaned forward, resting her head on Santana's shoulder. She wanted comfort, as much as she could get and Santana got the message loud and clear. "I love you so much Marley, and as soon as we figure something out, we'll get you all fixed up, I promise okay? But in the mean time, when you are done here, we have to go back to therapy with Mr. Joe," Santana explained.

Marley nodded and sat back after a few moments, straining for five more minutes, before she gave up. "Done," she frowned. She wanted to go, but it hurt to push and her body seemed stuck. Santana got her a fresh diaper, helped her put it on, and then washed her hands, while Marley continued to sit and wait.

"Marley, do you remember the last time you had your period?" she asked her casually and Marley turned to look at her with panic.

"No, no, baby, no bud, baby!" she cried and burst into tears.

"And therapy is over," Santana sighed. "C'mere baby," she said and she helped her to stand up and held her close, swaying slightly from side to side while rubbing her back gently. "Shhh, you're okay sweetheart, you're okay," she told her and Marley started shaking. She couldn't be a baby if she got her period, Terri had beat it into her brain, as well as her bottom and given her a pill to help her stop her period.

"Babies do not bleed!" Terri told her. "Take this," she said giving her a pill that Marley didn't recognize at all.

"What is it?" she asked.

Terri moved like lightening, pulled Marley over her lap and spanked her firmly. "How do you speak to me?" she demanded.

"Owwww!" Marley hissed. "Wha dis?" Marley asked giving her best baby lisp that she could manage.

"And do you ever question me?" Terri demanded as she lowered Marley's pants and began spanking her bottom with a near by ping pong paddle, turing her bottom pink through her white underwear.

"No bud, no bud, I baby, no bud, Mommy," she begged.

"Shhh, calm down Marley, calm down, you're okay. We're going to stop therapy and we're going to sit and talk and maybe take a nap and Mommy has to skype with Miss Susan from her work," Santana told her and Marley gripped her tighter. "I know, I know, you're okay," Santana soothed and she very carefully made it to the bathroom door. She opened it up and called out to Joe. "Joe! I'm really sorry, but therapy is done for today," she said and he gave her a curious look.

"Are you sure? You almost never cancel sessions," he said. Santana gave him a kind smile and held out Marley's hand for him to see. Her fingers were trembling so violently that Joe could tell where each of the fourteen bones in them were. Everything seemed to be moving on it's own and Marley let out a strangled gasp. "Okay then," he said agreeing with her. "Now, tell me, before I leave, where would you like to go sit or lie down and would you like anything special before I leave?" he offered.

"Rachel left a strawberry protein shake in the fridge. I need that and the straw that is in the drain thing, drying. It's a crazy twisty one. Looks like a pair of sunglasses," Santana said. He got her the shake she asked for, gathered his things and then headed out. Santana kept Marley in her arms and sung her a little lullaby to help calm her. "You're my very best girl Marley and I know you hurt, but pretty soon, Mommy is going to have a solution for you," she promised her giving her kisses to her temple. She helped her drink the protein shake, despite Marley's protests and once it was half gone, Santana backed off. The two cuddled closely for fifteen minutes and then she noticed that Marley was now sleeping.

She carefully laid Marley on the couch with her head in Santana's lap so she could cuddle with her and then she carefully texted a message to Susan and waited for a reply. She then picked up the remote and turned on the television, resting and taking a nap for herself.

Kurt and Rachel got home at the same time and walked into the loft to hear Marley screaming and Santana was now cooing to a very stressed out Marley who was freaking out over a dream. "Owie!" Marley screamed and both Kurt and Rachel winced.

"Shhh, Marley, no more screaming," Santana told her and turned to see both Kurt and Rachel were now home. "Look baby, Mama Rae and Papa came home," Santana said.

"No, no, no, OWIE!" she cried and she didn't care that she wasn't supposed to scream any more. Her entire body hurt.

"I know baby, I know," Santana cooed. "Okay, I need serious help. My phone is in the bedroom. Miss Susan is in my contacts. We need to call her," Santana said seriously. "Now I think," she said and before anyone could move Marley screamed. Her bowels moved slightly and she did pass something into her diaper, but the pain of moving it out of her body was too much for her to handle and she was sure she felt something tear and she burst into tears and hung on to Santana for dear life. "Alright baby, let's get you changed, come on," Santana said after Marley stopped screaming.

Kurt feared it was going to be a long night and Rachel feared Santana was going to lose her mind. Santana's fears were much more than what was happening in the moment. She was concerned that Marley was starting her period soon. She was concerned that the reason Marley kept dreaming about being tortured with enemas was because she actually needed one and she was mostly concerned that she was going to have to get Susan up to their place to give Marley said enema. It wasn't something she wanted to even think about, but it was all part of being Marley's Mommy. It had to be done, even though it was probably the toughest thing she'd ever done, up till this point.

"Come on sweetheart, we're going to get you changed and relaxed, and then water."

"No Mommy," Marley said tears rolling quickly down her cheeks.

"Yes baby, a little water. Not a lot, but we have to get more water into you. It will make going potty not so painful," Santana said softly. "I think that's why you're in so much pain now. Come on, let's get you changed sweetheart," she said kindly and began guiding her to the bathroom.

She helped her to lay down and Marley started crying harder. "Owie, owie, owie," she whimpered as her back went into spasm, from her therapy earlier in the day.

"Rachel!" Santana called and Kurt almost pushed her toward the bathroom. Rachel appeared at the doorway and then carefully walked in. She moved over to Marley and set her hand on Marley's face, cooing softly at her, to help her calm down a little. "Teddy Bear, blanket, a movie, and a heating pad please," Santana said simply.

Rachel nodded and leaned down giving Marley a kiss to her forehead and grabbing a few tissues to help her wipe away her tears that were still falling.

"Owie Mama," she cried.

"I know baby, I know, we're working on fixing it," she said. "Stay with Mommy and I will get everything set up for you sweetheart," Rachel told her kindly.

Rachel left them alone and Marley looked up at Santana. "Mommy," she pleaded.

"Breathe sweetheart, just keep breathing. We're going to get you sorted out, I promise," Santana told her. "Tell me baby. Why is Mama getting Teddy Bear for you?" she asked her kindly trying to distract her as another wave of spasm went through her just as Santana taped her into a clean diaper.

"OW!" Marley screamed.

"Shhh, I know baby, I know, breathe for me sweetheart, breathe with Mommy," Santana coached her gently and Marley started to do as asked and the wave of pain left her. "Good girl Marley, very good," Santana praised. "Let's try again baby, why is Mama getting Teddy Bear?" she asked.

"Cudda," she said softly.

"Yes, so you can have something soft and squishy to cuddle. What else does my love want tonight?" she asked her.

"Mommy," Marley said reaching her arm up to Santana.

"I'm not pulling you up to sitting today baby. I'm going to come over you and lift you up that way okay. Keep your core tight though, it will help with your back," she said kindly and brought herself over Marley's body, wrapping an arm under her shoulders and helping her to sit up, pulling with some strength and Marley did let out a tiny whimper, but that was it. Then she leaned forward and hugged Santana tightly.

"My Mommy," Marley whimpered softly.

"Yes my love, and you're my baby," Santana assured her and she held her in a soft silence for a few moments before helping her to stand so they could go into the living room.

"There she is," Kurt smiled.

"Papa," Marley said and she leaned into him and he easily supported her weight and rubbed her back.

"I missed you baby girl," he told her and she hugged him tighter. "Mama got everything ready for you, we've got Teddy Bear, and your warm blanket, and water to drink, and Mama picked out the movie Speed," he told her and she simply leaned against him, not caring any more what was going on. She was exhausted. The spasm and Marley evacuating her bowels had taken up every last ounce of her energy. So while Kurt got Marley settled on the couch, Rachel joined Santana in the kitchen.

"You don't get freaked out over a spasm, what happened?" Rachel asked.

"Well now that we know what a baba is, I think she actually needs one, and I don't even know how we might even try to do that. I don't think I can. Not without sending her back to her catatonic state that she was in, when they brought her into the hospital."

"So then what do you need from us?" Rachel asked.

"I wish I knew," Santana said and Rachel moved quickly. She wrapped her in a bone crushing hug and didn't let go and in a very odd moment of vulnerability, Santana hugged her back.

"You'll figure it out, you always do, and while you were in the bathroom, your phone buzzed," Rachel told her. "Come on, movie and cuddle time on the couch. I think we all need it," she said.

They joined Kurt and Marley and Marley stayed cuddled against Kurt, which was what she wanted at the moment. The only condition was that Marley had to drink her water. Rachel had to conceal her laughter. Marley had Kurt wrapped around her little finger for sure. If Santana wanted her to do something that she didn't want to do, she would stay with Kurt, because he would try and get her out of it. "You can stay with Papa baby, but you have to drink some water. Not a lot, just half the glass and not all in one go," Santana told her lovingly.

"No Mommy, owie," she said.

"I know you hurt sweetheart but you need to drink the water. It'll make it hurt less later, I promise you," Santana told her and Marley whined softly. "Marley my love. You have a choice baby girl. Water now, little sips at a time out here with everyone while we watch a movie, or bed now, with Mommy, and you'll still have to drink the water, little sips at a time," Santana said firmly and before Kurt could say anything, Rachel reached discretely behind him and pinched his shoulder. She held up a finger at him and gave him as stern a look as she could muster. He was not to undermine Santana. That would accomplish nothing and she understood that.

Marley whimpered but did as asked and fell to sleep rather quickly, her head in Kurt's lap while he combed his fingers through her hair and then Rachel looked over at Santana. "Did you check your phone yet?" she asked her kindly, stretching as the credits rolled on the movie.

"No," Santana yawned.

"I'm going to bed, do you need help with anything before I do?" she asked.

"No, I'll have Papa help me, go on," Santana told her and Rachel nodded, leaned in and gave each of them a kiss before going to bed herself.

"So what did happen in the bathroom."

"She passed a rock and she had a muscle spasm and what's worse, is that I now have to figure out how to give her the thing that scares her the most, teach her it isn't that bad and get her to take it without freaking out so much that she has a freakin' heart attack and I don't have a clue."

"A heart attack?" Kurt asked.

"She's on the verge. Heart attack, panic attack, something. It's going to show up if I'm not careful," she said frowning.

"Check you're phone and then I'll help you get her to bed," he told Santana kindly.

She pulled it out and gave a slight sigh. Marley's legs were on her lap and she rubbed her calves gently to keep them from getting a cramp. She tapped into her voicemail and hung her head not liking what she had heard.

"Santana my love, I hate to break it to you like this, but I have done every bit of research I can think of to do. I read over Marley's file and as much as I know you don't want to do this. She needs an enema. The longer you let it go, the more pain she's going to be in, and then you're going to end up back at the hospital. I do have a few thoughts on how to give her one, and I wouldn't make you do that. I would offer to do it for you. I think she's going to be even more scared than we can possibly anticipate, so think about it for tonight. Only tonight honey. I need an answer. Marley needs help fast and I honestly believe, as much as I hate it, that this is how she's going to get it," Susan explained. "Sleep well my dear and call me in the morning. I'm off the next two days,"

"It's going to be a very long night," she sighed and with some very careful movements, Santana and Kurt moved Marley to their bedroom and the house fell quiet as everyone went to bed.