A/N: This will be a G!p Santana story. Just a heads up.
Flashback
Little five-year-old Lucas runs to his parent's bedroom with a distinct plan. It was the first day of Kindergarten and boy was he excited.
"MAMA WAKE UP!," Lucas screams as he cannonballs into his parents' bed, landing in the middle of Quinn and Santana.
Santana groans and looks at her beautiful wife, then turns to lie on her stomach with her pillow covering her ears. Quinn begins to laugh at Santana while hugging her boy.
"Louie, what did we say about cannonballing in the bed?"
"Only do it if Mama and Mami are awake." Lucas says quietly while keeping his head down. His plan backfired.
"That's right, but I'll give you a pass today, okay? Now go get dressed, it's a big day sweetheart." Quinn says as she kisses the little version of Santana on the head.
And off Lucas went. They were finally alone. Quinn rolls over to face the once again "sleeping" Santana and lightly removes the pillow in hopes of getting her up.
"Tana? I know damn well you aren't sleeping right now." she begins to laugh while lightly hitting the brunette on the back.
"But I'm soooo tired Luc. Let's sleep for five more minutes, okay?"
"As much as I would love to, we gotta get up. But here, I'll make it up to you tonight, how does that sound Tana?"
"How about we do a little preview of tonight and do a quicky?" Santana smirks while turning to lie on her back. "You kinda woke up lil San..."
"Tempting… You sure it'll be good? We have never done it that quick before." Quinn says as she bites her lip and moves on top of the Latina while she begins to slowly grind their hips together.
"Is that even a question, Luce?" Santana says, trying not to let out a moan. "Have you really forgotten about my talent? I guess I just have to show you agai-'' Quinn gets off from the Latina and gets out of bed. "Quinnnnn? You can't do this…please come back. What am I supposed to do with this now?" Santana points to her harden friend below sticking out of her boxers.
"That sounds like a "you" problem, San." Quinn starts laughing.
Santana gets up from her king-sized bed and approaches her blonde. They look at each other knowing what's about to happen. Santana starts to tickle the already laughing blonde until she apologizes for her actions.
God, she has such a beautiful laugh. Oh and her perfect smile too. Santana thinks as she is in awe of her wife's perfections.
"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry babe, I won't do it again." Quinn says as she finally breaks free from Santana. Quinn then looks deep into the brunette's chocolatey eyes and says, " I love you so much Tana."
"Back at ya sexy momma." Santana winks. "Come on, let's get ready babe or else he's gonna come back and tickle the both of us."
Quinn was the first to head to the bathroom as Santana began to get dressed for her day at work. Santana loved her job. It paid well and she got to work with one of her best friends, Finn Hudson, so it was a win-win. The two had some history dating back to their time in high school, but eventually grew out of it as they both were now happily married. She married the head cheerleader, her high school sweetheart, and one true love: Lucy Quinn Fabray. While he married Rachel Berry. Santana looks back at the blonde, who was brushing her teeth, and quietly mutters, "I won." The two then swap tasks and began making breakfast for Lucas.
Lucas Xavier Fabray-Lopez had the physical traits of Santana, only with Quinn's hazel eyes, along with the loving personality and charisma of the blonde. Lucas had always loved to sing, especially if it was with his mommies. He was also extremely talented for his age, as he would often expand his love for the arts by drawing and dancing too.
Quinn began to make Lucas' favorite: chocolate chip pancakes, while Santana started to make two coffees and a tall glass of orange juice for her boy, along with his lunch for the day. Lucas then pops out of nowhere to surprise his mommies in the kitchen with his new outfit and starts posing for them. He was wearing a pair of black pants and a light blue shirt with stripes, along with some new Jordans that Santana had brought him the other day.
Yep, that boy is definitely Tana's son. "You look so handsome baby!" Quinn says grinning as her boy continues to pose.
"Atta boy," Santana high-fives and winks at her kid, "Now that's how you'll get all the ladies! Come sit and eat with us before we gotta leave." Quinn giggles at the thought of Lucas taking dating advice from Santana.
The family of three finally makes their way to Lincoln Elementary School to drop off Lucas. As they arrived, Lucas began to feel scared and decided he wanted to go back home.
"Now baby, I know you'll be scared. It is a new place and new people, but I promise you, you will enjoy it. You'll make so many friends here!" Santana says to try and calm the boy. "Here, I'll take you and your mama out for ice cream when I come back home from work and we'll all talk about your first day. How does that sound bud?"
"Okay mami." the boy says as he puffs out his chest to show that he was no longer scared.
Quinn kisses the young boy on the head as Santana kisses his cheek.
"Have a great day Sweetheart!" Quinn and Santana say in unison, as Quinn develops tears in her eyes as she sees her little boy waves goodbye and runs off into the building.
The couple then drove back home as Santana and Quinn needed to leave for work and had to take separate cars. Quinn, a former Yale student who had graduated at the top of her class, worked in the most successful law firm in New York. Quinn was on her way to becoming one of the finest lawyers in the State of New York and close to owning her own law firm. So you could say that Santana was extremely proud of her and all that she has accomplished.
"Have a great day at work, hermosa!" Santana says to the blonde as they share a long loving and passionate kiss.
"You too, love! Go kick some ass. I'll see you later tonight!" Quinn winks and bites her lip as she looks up and down the Latina before walking to her car. Santana began to turn bright red and Quinn knew it. Quinn always had that hold on her.
