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A/N: Who's here?

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Santana slowly closed the bedroom door once she was positive Grace was asleep with their triplets close to her in their bed. She rested her hand on the door before shuffling off toward the kitchen and looking around the disaster their daughter made.

"What are you doing?" Santana asked, looking between her girlfriends.

"Counting Grace's meds." Brittany mumbled, sliding pills to a pile on the counter. "I want to see how long she's been off them. I called Mary and moved up our appointment."

"You?" Santana hummed to Quinn when the blonde didn't respond.

"I'm..." Quinn looked up from her computer and sighed at the destruction around them. "Looking up genetic—"

"We can't blame Grace for this." Brittany capped the pill bottle and turned around to face the two. "She's under a lot of pressure and every time she goes off her meds, she breaks. Lilly and Grace need to finally talk about Finn."

"Lucifer..." Santana offered the name with a worried rub of her mouth. "They cried the second they saw Finn."

"He could have been startled." Quinn mumbled, typing on her computer.

"Or our child was abused!" Santana snapped, slamming Quinn's laptop closed and glaring down at her. "Or I was right about Finn being a perv when he changed their diapers. What if he touched them? I want to call the cops. I want them to see a doctor. I want—"

"We don't know that this is all connected! We can handle th—"

"Lilly hurled a cat out a window!" Santana threw her hand to the locked window and walked over the spilled pasta to look around the room. "She bashed her head into the wall. She's peed on that blue rug so many times, and no matter what we do, it's not working. Putting her on that rug isn't working."

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" Quinn asked, tears in her eyes as she stood up and ran a hand through her hair. "Every doctor has told us something different or resorted to her being psychotic!"

"Okay! And what if she is?" Santana cried out, tears falling down her face as Brittany leaned against the counter and looked down at the floor. "What if this is all too much? We have seventeen children to look after in the coming months and Lilly is trying to kill things. I love her so so much, but what if it's a Little next? What if Lilly saw Grace with that gun and tries it on Luca or Lucficer? What if she kills herself at three, Quinn? Three!"

"I don't know!" Quinn sobbed, hugging herself as she leaned forward into the table. "Gosh, I...I don't know what to do. Everything is only getting worse and I can't keep up, okay? I can't...I can't help her! I don't know how!"

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