Little Ghouls | Glee

57 | Find Her

57 | Find Her

New York City

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 Brittany leaned her head on the doorframe and smiled softly as she watched with big gooey heart eyes as Grace rocked their youngest daughter to sleep. She bit her lip and thought back to sneaking down the hall to watch Grace put their children to bed. All those nights when she stayed over to support her best friends' baby mama, never thinking she'd be here, completely in love with this woman.

"I miss this." She whispered.

Grace looked up from the book in her hand and raised her brows. She silently waved Brittany inside the room, kissing Kingsley's head.

"Miss what?" Grace asked.

"A moment." Brittany pulled the ottoman closer to the rocking chair and sat beside her girls. She brushed hair out of Kingsley's face, caressing her cheek. "Do you remember when Luca would try to tell Lilly goodnight when they were babies? How cute their little cheeks and hands were."

"Yeah." Grace hugged Kingsley closer and smiled down at their daughter. "Lilly wanted nothing to do with Luke's enthusiasm."

"Nothings changed." Brittany giggled.

Grace's smile slowly crumbled. She released a shaky breath and pressed her lips to their daughter's head.

"Acey, baby." Brittany's eyes watered when she noticed her partner's distress. She shuffled closer and kissed Grace's temple, rubbing her leg. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know how much longer I can sit here." Grace confessed. "I-I can't be here and act like everything is fine when my child is out there."

"Quinn is looking for her."

"So is the FBI and still no one has brought her home."

Brittany swiped her thumb under Grace's eye and sighed. Her heart ached for the woman's fearful eyes.

"What if . . ." Grace inhaled shakily. "What if she doesn't come back? What if we lost her again?"

"We never lost her the first time. It was impossible for us to see any of this coming." Brittany grabbed her partner's hand and forced their fingers together, kissing her knuckles. She met Grace's eyes and shook her head. "She's coming home. We'll bring her home–Quinn will. You know she won't stop until she's safe."

"She was shot." Grace looked up at the ceiling and willed herself not to cry. "What if she– . . . She was shot. Sh-She was shot."

"Grace, honey, try to relax. I don't want you to send yourself into a bad headspace." Brittany gently took Kingsley from the woman and carefully turned to place her in her bed. She tucked her in and kissed her head before returning to the crying woman. "Let's go to bed. It's going to be okay."

Grace doubled over in the chair and quietly muffled her sob into Brittany's shoulder. She clutched her cotton t-shirt and barely noticed when Brittany picked her up from the chair. Her arms wrapped tight around the woman and she did her best to muffle her cries as they passed their children's bedrooms.

"What happened?" Santana stepped out of the bathroom with damp hair. She had heard commotion from down the hallway, quickly jumping out of her shower to investigate. "What's the matter?"

Brittany sadly smiled at Santana and laid Grace down in the bed. She stood up and watched the woman curl into one of their pillows, hurling out another sob.

"Do we need to call a doctor?" Santana whispered, a towel clutched around her body.

"No." Brittany sighed.

She sadly watched as Grace mourned their child once more. She didn't expect her to be healed from this. Not when Lilly hadn't been home and they had no information on her current state. Grace would pretend everything was fine and move past her pain, and then fall back into these episodes of sobbing, depressive states. It frightened Brittany what might happen to them if Quinn couldn't bring Lilith home.

"Can you lay with her?" Brittany kissed Santana's cheek and turned to the door. "I'm going to go get Raegan to join you."

"Raegan?" Santana's face screwed up.

Brittany paused and slowly turned to face the scowling latina. "Yes . . ."

"I can hold her without firecrotch–"

"No." Brittany didn't leave room to argue. "Because, as much as I love you, I know you'll let her blind her feelings with sex. Let Raegan come in here and lay with you both while I call Quinn."

"But–"

"Santana." she hissed. "Put Grace first."

Santana's shoulders slumped when Brittany's eyes watered. She sighed and nodded, looking down.

"You're right. I'm sorry." She turned back to the closet. "Let me change quick, and I'll hold her tonight."

"Thank you." Brittany whispered before disappearing out the door.

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"I'm not saying that." Santana rolled her eyes when Grace spat into the sink harder than necessary. "I'm just saying, it would be unnecessary for you to go out there when Quinn is tailing the tracker."

"Unnecessary?" Grace spun around and glared at Santana as the woman finished fixing her hair. She ripped the hair brush out of her hand and turned back to the mirror. "My child–"

"Our child."

"Our–" Grace rushed the brush through her hair, her nose twitching with anger. "Is gone. Gone! And you think I'm not going to pack my shit and go find her?"

"Quinn is looking–"

Grace turned back around and narrowed her eyes at the woman. She pointed the hairbrush at her partner and huffed.

"You seriously think Quinn knows our daughter? Knows what she thinks and what world she might go in when she feels trapped? It sure as hell will not be her arms."

"Gracia." Santana's eyes glanced down at the hairbrush, her shoulders falling.

"No, no, do not Gracia me."

"Babe–"

"No."

Grace turned back around and lifted her brush to finish taming her hair. She paused when she noticed a large clump of her hair tangled in the brush. A shaky breath escaped her, slowly setting it down by the handle and touching the part of her head that stung.

"It's okay." Santana kissed the area softly, taking her wrist and softly edging her downward. She picked up the brush and kissed Grace's shoulder. "I got it."

"I'm still mad at you." Grace refused to meet Santana's eyes.

Santana gently ran her fingers down Grace's long, raven locks and smiled to herself.

"You still love me, though."

Grace pressed her lips together and remained silent. Her eyes flickered up and found Santana's in the reflection. She rolled her gaze away as Santana smirked, not allowing the woman any satisfaction.

"Yup." Santana whispered, placing the brush down and hugging the woman. She pecked her cheek and rubbed her face against Grace's with a smile. "You love me. Just like Quinn loves Lilly. She will find her."

"Sant–"

"She will find our daughter."

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