Fandom: Glee | Ship: Dantanchel

Summary: One of Dantanchel’s kids wants a favor.

Notes: @purrpickle‘s and my Foster Moms AU. There will be a major AU overview at some point, with random drabbles like these every so often.

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“Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooom! Mom!”

Dani jumped and looked wildly around from the couch. All the kids went to different schools, so they got back at different times. Plus there were only a few of them that gave them maternal monikers. She checked her watch. “Bobby? I’m in here.”

Bobby - broad chested and tall - ran in, red in the face. “I...I need…” he panted. 

“Sit. Breathe. Explain,” Dani said. 

Bobby nodded. “I need you...to teach me...to cook…”

“Okay,” Dani said slowly, confused. “Why did you tear in here like the house was on fire?”

“I just...I don’t want this to wait. You know, in case they move me.”

Dani’s face softened. Bobby’s older sisters had both gone off to college, but their parents had been granted visitation, and were talking about petitioning to get custody back. “If you want to learn to cook, we need to get a shopping list together. Go Google some recipes.”

When Santana and Rachel got home that night, they found Dani in the kitchen with Bobby and their other two foster kids. The place was a holy wreck, but they all looked like they were having the time of their lives. 

“Why does it looked like Chopped Junior in here?” Santana asked. 

“Hey babes!” Dani chirped. “Dinner is served. We’ve got options - cabbage rolls, spaghetti, pizza, or barbecue chicken. We had an after-school cooking class.”

“Don’t worry,” their foster daughter Kayla said, “We washed our hands, didn’t sneeze on anything, and Dani quality tested all of it.”

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“But where are the gender neutral products?” Dani made an outburst, groaning and slumping down on the handlebar of her shopping cart, “This place is a nauseating combination of blues and pinks and terribly dull colors like yellow!” She turned a baleful eye on her companion.

“Yellow probably is their response to gender neutrality,” Rachel responded calmly. Personally, she agreed with Dani - most of the yellow was too bright and rather dreadful - but she enjoyed seeing Dani’s dramatic side. “Along with pastels, you’re just going to have to wade through it.”

Dani raised her chin up into the air. “As the first of your child’s other mothers, I decree that no pastels are going to cross our nursery’s threshold. Natural colors. That’s all that’s going to touch our baby.” Glancing at Rachel from the corner of her eye, she grinned at the long-suffering look she gave her. “What?”

Reaching out to pat Dani’s shoulder, strengthening her grip and sliding her hand down her back, Rachel stifled a laugh, shaking her head. “Get off that cart, hun. We have a lot of shopping to do.”

Grinning, Dani pressed a hard, quick kiss to Rachel’s forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute. Alright!” She straightened, waving her hand in front of them, “Lead on.”

But Rachel smiled, shaking her head. “You go ahead. I want to look over my list again.” And, smile only softening as Dani nodded, agreeing, pushing the cart before her as if a shield against the rampant pastels, Rachel looked down, her hand resting on her barely noticeable baby bump. “I promise some yellows,” she whispered conspiratorially, “Like me, I know you’re going to love the color.”

Santana, frazzled and frustrated by one of Gunther’s last minute changes to her schedule, met them in the baby bottle aisle. “We are not giving our child a Frozen bottle,” she snapped, taking the bottle Rachel had been looking at out of her hand, “Do you want our child to blame trolls for everything?”

“If you’re referencing internet spawn or fairy tale creatures, either way, I would hope our child will have more sense than that,” Rachel frowned at her, already quite versed in her girlfriend’s Frozen conspiracy theory; making at taking the bottle back, her frown deepened when Santana only moved it further away, putting it back on the shelf. “Santana.”

“Nuh-uh.” Santana shook her head, turning to look at the available bottles in front of her. “No me gusta. Here...” She scanned the shelf, ‘ahah!’ing and pulling off one, presenting it to Rachel, “Neutral, solid, and most importantly of all, badass.”

Dani popped up from behind Rachel’s shoulder. “Oh, hey, Winnie the Pooh!”

“Winnie the Pooh is badass, now?” Rachel asked archly, unable to stop a smirk from crossing her face, hands planted on her hips. Santana was ridiculous, often in the best ways, but this one, she truly didn’t understand.

Rachel pushed Santana into the wall, shoving her leg between her thighs and attacking her neck with hard, sharp bites.

Santana groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she pulled Rachel harder into her, "God! Fuck me!"

"That's the plan," Rachel husked, dragging her lips up Santana's jaw to kiss her silent, "As well as..." Suddenly, another pair of hands curled around Santana's hips as Dani's body settled into Rachel's back, "...You mind?"

A/N: @lightbluenymphadora reblogged this photoset. (Now, note, when I sent it back to her, I was more feeling Dantanchel, but still put Pezberry first because, well, I’m me, I guess. XD)

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Where Pezberry (or Dantanchel) go for vacation. :D

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Dantanchel -

They're in the newer months of their OT3ship, and Rachel wants to make sure Dani feels like an equal part of their lives. So she forfeits her turn to plan their vacation. Dani picks this place to go to. At first, when they're driving through the woods, Rachel and Santana are both thinking, "Oh god, she's taking us camping," but then they get to the hotel and they're like, "CABIN TREEHOUSES? YAS!"

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It would be a three day trip all told. They’d decided to take their time on the road, but they were excited to get to Colorado. Santana would be starting as an admissions counselor at Colorado College, Dani would be the new curatorial assistant at the Rocky Mountain Motorcycle Museum, and Rachel would be starting in a musical in Denver. They’d been going for about six hours, and Santana noticed that Rachel was nodding off.

“Go on,” she said quietly. “Crawl in back with Dani.”

“We can’t both fall asleep on you,” Rachel insisted.

“It’s fine. I’ll put on an audiobook.”

Rachel kissed her on the cheek and crawled into the back where Dani was already snoring.

*

Rotating nap time continued as they got farther away from New York. Santana and Dani swapped around Ohio, and the next day it was Rachel’s turn to drive through Santana and Dani’s nap. This turned out to be an issue.

“She’s a filthy blanket hog,” Dani muttered.

“You’ve known that,” Rachel said, grinning into the rear-view mirror.

“Yeah, but usually we’re in out big comfy futon and it’s easy to steal back or grab one of our sixty-five other blankets.”

Rachel heard a grunt as Dani managed to get some blanket from Santana.

“Wake me up in thirty,” she said.

*

They made it to their house at five on that Sunday. All of them were awake, wanting to be alert when they pulled into their new home. They didn’t have too much - all of their things had fit into a big U-Haul, which Santana had joked incessantly about. But they’d made it across the country, and they were ready to move in. Mostly….

“Okay, we can unpack tomorrow,” Santana said. “We’re going to have a proper sleep in our new house.”

“Onward, loves!” Rachel said.

“We need to -”

“I rearranged the loft so there’s a clear path from door, to room, to bathroom.”

“But what if -”

“I installed a shower seat and a rail for her.”

“And the -”

“Reorganized the kitchen so that she doesn’t have to go up into the cabinets. Everything Rachel-specific is at Rachel height.”

“But we have -”

“Already bullied our landlord into giving me the utility lift key, so she won’t have to go up four flights of stairs.”

Santana stood blinking in the waiting room, vaguely registering the nurses sniggering in the background. “She’s going to be difficult.”

“Nothing we can’t handle. We love our difficult singing princess.”

“How have you already done all of this?” Santana yelped.

“Rachel texted me as soon as she sprained her ankle, and I got to work before I came to meet you here. I’ve got ice packs on deck, and have rigged a few things to keep it elevated while she sits. When are they cutting her loose?”

“In about fifteen minutes, love,” one of the nurses piped up. “It was a rough sprain, but she’ll be fine in a few weeks.”

When Rachel limped out a while later, she looked thoroughly put out.

Dani opened one eye. “Hmmm?”

“Are you still awake?” Santana asked, smiling.

“Of course,” Dani said. “Just resting my eyes.”

“My daddy used to try that one,” Rachel said, turning around in Dani’s arms.

“Yeah, us southerners have a blueprint.”

They’d been piled in bed for about an hour. After a crazy week at work, school, and volunteering, the three girls were excited to not move for the entire weekend. Dani had made shrimp beignets (Cajun tofu beignets for Rachel) and red beans and rice for dinner, and Rachel and Santana had a collection of DVDs standing by. They were  about an hour into Deadpool when Dani had dozed off.

“Hey,” Santana said, snuggling closer, “we can do movies tomorrow if you’re tired.”