Main Pairing: G!P Santana Lopez X G!P Quinn Fabray X Brittany Pierce X Female OC
2023 Glee Fanfiction Award Winner for Best Book with a Poly Ship
Side Pairings:
Rachel Berry X Fem OC
Mercedes Jones X Fem OC
Artie Abrams X Male OC
Tina Cohen-Chang X...
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"Stop!"
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
"Lilith Jadelynn!" Santana snapped, head whipping around quickly in the driver's seat to send the child a stern motherly look. "Your sister can sing too. Leave her alone before I turn this car around and whip your ass."
"No, Daddy!" Lilith whined, reaching as far as she could across Lucifer to hit Luca. "Stop! Stop!"
"Momma!" Luca whined, smacking at Lilith's hands.
"Girls, stop it. You need to be nice." Quinn turned around in the passager seat to send the twins a look. "Lilly, do not hit your sister."
"I lisssen," Lilith whined, covering her ears with a deep frown.
"You can't listen to the music if you're covering your ears, babe," Quinn reminded the child, shaking her head at the girl's stank face. "I invented that face. Won't work on me."
"Dego!" Lucifer unexpectantly screeched, reaching over and smacking Lilith straight in the face with his casted arm.
"Lucifer Jones." Quinn shot the boy in the middle a warning look, signing as she spoke. "Not nice.Notnice."
"Lilly, stop provoking him." Santana shot the child a look in the mirror, looking at Luca and rolling her eyes. "Stop playing innocent, Luke. I saw you throw your toy at your sister. You gotta be sneakier than that, Little B, or you'll never make it in life."
"I wanna no no to the teats!" Luca pouted.
"No! My teats!" Lilith giggled.
"Madeba," Lucifer mumbled, hugging his blanket away from his sister's grabby hands.
"You think the other kid will be like this," Santana whispered, taking a few looks in the rearview mirror to watch Lilith babble to Lucifer while Luca accepted a toy from Quinn.
"These three could be worse." Quinn chuckled, returning forward and looking down at the papers in her lap. "And if it's your genetics, I'm sure they will be."
"Whatever, Fabray." Santana scoffed. She then frowned. "Wait, whose name is it taking?"
"Grace's," Quinn answered without missing a beat. "Match the other kids, and we can change it later when it gets to that point."
"Hm." Santana hummed, checking her blind spots before changing lanes. "Makes sense."
"Okay, this place says they are old enough to start early preschool." Quinn read the papers they had printed out, chewing on her lip and looking through the requirements. "They teach language arts, math, science, literacy, and development at this school...to two-year-olds?"
