I still feel bad about almost quitting writing so as thank you for being awesome and giving me lovely reviews on A love burning I have come up with an idea. This is going to be a one shot series that is going to help me keep my creative juices going and it'll be something for all my lovely readers to read in between updates of my other stories, since the chapters are taking slightly longer to write.

Each chapter will be a random one or two shot ( I will let you know if they follow on from another chapter) being about 1000 words or so.

Prompts are welcome and encouraged so drop me a message if you want me write something and I'll do my best to fulfil your every desire

So yeah enjoy

Disclaimer:- I don't own anything

Santana hummed along to the softly playing radio as she moved around her kitchen. She had just gotten back from doing the school run since Rachel had got called into an emergency rehearsal.

"Brandon? Mijo what would you like for dinner?" Santana called in to the living room, knowing that her son would be there watching whatever cartoon was on TV.

When she all she got was silence, a stab of motherly concern shot through her, so she called on him again this time louder and again was met with silence which was unusual since he was Rachel's son so he was naturally loud and he had Lopez blood in him so he never, ever turned down food.

Another shot of panic shot through her but she tried to think logically. Maybe her baby wasn't in the room as she thought or maybe he was playing and hadn't heard her shout? Or...maybe he couldn't call back because he was choking on something like a pen lid? Or maybe he had fallen out the window of their penthouse apartment or maybe someone had him stolen like all those kids on Law and Order.

With that last thought in mind Santana rushed in to the living room, fully expecting the window to be wide open and any evidence of little Brandon to be gone like the wind blowing through her penthouse window. But what she was actually met with was Brandon crouched over a piece of paper listening to his mama's Ipod.

She stomped her foot on the ground to get his attention and motioned for him to follow her in to the kitchen, all the while effectively hiding the kitchen knife, she was going to use on those children snatchers, behind her back.

"So mijo what do you want for dinner?" Santana asked as she opened the fridge door to look for some edible, non vegan food.

"Mami what's sex?" Brandon's question made Santana freeze and she was glad that she was half in the fridge so that Brandon could see the shocked and panicked look that was on her face.

"Why do you want to know that sweetie" Santana asked as she cleared her throat trying to think of the best way to dodge the question. In her original 'having kids with Rachel' plan Rachel did all the important life talks and she did all the threatening and protecting. Never did she ever consider that roles might be swapped.

"Mami are you stuck? you've been in the fridge along time"

Santana closed her eyes and sighed before turning to face her 7 year old son "Why do you want to know what sex is?"

"I need to know for school" Brandon said.

Santana took a minute to think about when she learned about sex in school, she was sure that it was near her teenage years. She did remember the awkward talk with both her mother and father afterwards. They both had been very vague and clinical about it. All the stuff that she had learned about sex had mostly came from watching porn with Puck. That boy was disgusting and a pervert but Santana had to hand it to him he had good taste in porn. She probably should've realised that she was a lesbian sooner when she stopped protesting when Puck broke out the girl on girl stuff, in fact she had started to encourage him to watch it more.

Santana quickly got back to the situation at hand and thought about her options; would be bad if she let her son watch porn as a valid education tool?

She took all of five seconds to consider it before scraping the idea; one it was bad parenting and two if Rachel found out, then porn would the closest thing she would get to ever having sex again.

"Mami?" Brandon's voice brought her back to the present "Can you please tell me what it is?"

"Um sure sweetie...Come have a seat at the table" Santana said pulling Brandon towards the table and sitting him up on one of the chairs before moving over to the sink to get them both glasses of water. Santana resisted the urge to throw in a splash of vodka to help ease the tension.

Making her way over she caught Brandon's smiling face and managed a grimace back.

"Ok so what do you want to know?" Santana asked passing him the water.

"Everything" Brandon said grinning up at his Mami sweetly.

If Santana didn't know her sons innocence then she would've thought that he was doing this on purpose.

"Right ...so emm...sex...happens between two people that love each other very much" Santana started and took a quick gulp of water to try and clam herself.

"So do you and mama have sex? Because you love each other?" Brandon asked swinging his short legs in the air and taking a sip of water.

Santana choked on the water that she was in the process of swallowing. She thumped her chest a few time to try force the water down. When she had composed herself again, she looked up at Brandon's wide innocent eyes.

"Uh...yeah, me and your mama...we have the ...sex" Santana stuttered and flushed. "So anyway when people love each they have sex...and that's how they show them that they like them in a special way "

"So should I have sex with Amy in my class cause she's my friend and I like her" Brandon asked.

"WHAT! NO...No you can't have sex with Amy" Santana squeaked

"Why not?"

"Because...Because there's...an age limit you have to be...18...no, 21 before you are allowed to ever have sex"

"Why"

Santana sighed and looked longingly at the locked cupboard where they kept their alcohol this was going to be along night.

Santana spent the bulk of the next hour or so explaining everything and answering her son's questions and by the time they were finished she was mentally drained. "So do you understand now?" she asked as her son nodded and she sighed with relief that this torture was finally over.

"Yeah I think so but I don't know how I'm going to fit that on to my form" Brandon sighed.

"What form?" Santana asked

Brandon wiggled off the chair and ran in to the living room and appeared with the piece of paper that she had seen him hunched over before.

"This one, I need to get it filled out so I can join the drama club" Brandon said as he handed the paper to his mother.

Santana felt her eye twitch as she looked down at the sheet where name, age and sex printed near the top of the paper.

"Brandon I'll give to $20 to go to your room and play until your Mama comes back ok?" Santana said as resisted the urge to scream.

"Am I in trouble Mami?" Brandon asked as he looked at his mother and noticed the paper shaking in her hands.

"No sweetie you're not but Mami just need some...time to fill out this form. Go and ill order us some pizza ok? " Santana forced a smile down at her son who shrugged and ran off to his room more than happy with the thought of money and food.

When her son's door had closed Santana quickly moved off the table and to the drawer where they hid the keys to the cupboard containing the alcohol.

When Rachel returned home from rehearsals she found her wife in the living room stretched out on the couch watching TV.

"Where's Brandon?" Rachel asked as she bent over the couch to greet her wife with a kiss. "Hi by the way"

"Mmm hi...he's in his room doing his homework" Santana said as she tugged Rachel over the couch and on top of her.

"Santana!" Rachel giggled as Santana nuzzled herself in to her neck.

"God I missed you so much today" Santana's muffled voice said against her neck

"Yeah I missed you to, so did you's two get up to today?" Rachel asked as she ran a hand through Santana's hair noticing how tense her wife's shoulders were. "Why do I smell alcohol on your breath?"

"umm...ok so don't get mad but..."

"Are you two having sex" a little voice cut off Santana before she could explain to Rachel what exactly she had done and why she had needed to break out the vodka at 4 in the afternoon.

"WHAT! NO...no we are not, how do you know what that even is?" Rachel asked wide eyed at her son who stood in the door way and quickly got off her wife.

"Mami told me...can I have some milk please?"

Rachel head wiped around to her wife who lay frozen on the couch in fear.

"Don't move, we are going to have a talk about what's appropriate to tell our 7 year old son" she growled at Santana "And I would get comfy on the couch if I were you 'cause that's where you're going be sleeping for a while"

Rachel left a pouting Santana and rounded the couch and held out her hand for her son "Come on ill get you some and you can tell me everything Mami told you about sex"

"Ok" Brandon said happily skipping after his mother.

Santana groaned and fell back against the couch. She knew this would happen, that she would get the blame, when in reality it was the stupid schools fault for having a stupid confusing letter. She started thinking about all the nasty things she could say to the drama teacher the next time she saw him. She also made a mental note to call Puck later to see if he still had any of his old porn collection since she probably wouldn't be getting any for a while.

"SANTANA ! WHY DOES OUR SON KNOW WHAT A STRAP ON IS!" Rachel's voice echoed around the apartment making Santana wince.

Scratch that she was calling Puck first since she definitely wasn't going to be getting some.