AN: None of the characters are mine, only the story plot! All characters belong to Glee on Fox.

When Quinn got home from her last class and walked into the apartment she shared with her wife of 2 years, she immediately knew something was wrong. Her wife was usually out in the kitchen preparing dinner for them both or relaxing in the living room.

Tonight, both rooms were empty and she saw that their bedroom door was just slightly cracked. She quietly walked over to the door and slowly opened it to peer inside. She let out a concerned sigh when she saw her Latina wife curled up in bed, whimpering in her sleep.

She carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, and rubbed her wife's back lightly. Must've been a rough day at work, she thought. Quinn was startled when her wife suddenly stiffened, and it took her a few seconds to realize what was happening.

Quinn realized that there was a warm wetness spreading across the blankets, and she grew more concerned about her wife. "Hey San," she shook her lightly, "come on baby, wake up for me." Santana stirred and suddenly sat straight up, obviously disoriented.

"San, are you alright? What's going on baby?" Quinn asked. Santana's face was frozen and emotionless, until she suddenly came to a realization of what had happened, and burst into tears. Quinn tried to comfort her wife as she sobbed, but it was no use. Santana pushed Quinn away and ran into their on suite, locking the door behind her. Quinn quickly followed, and knocked lightly, urging Santana to let her in.

"San, baby, what's going on with you? Everything is okay, it was an accident. Let me in please?"

Quinn's pleas went unanswered and after a few moments of listening to her wife's sobs through the door, decided to grab the key above the door frame and let herself in.

When Quinn opened the door, her heart broke. Santana was curled up in a ball on the floor next to the tub, and she watched Quinn with wide eyes as she entered. Quinn slowly knelt down and placed her hand on her wife's shoulder, who quickly shrugged away.

"Hey baby, you're okay, everything is okay, I'm here now, talk to me," Quinn urged as she lowered her self down onto the floor next to the sobbing girl. She slowly reached her arm around Santana's shoulder and pulled her into her chest. Quinn's concern only grew when her wife just continued to sob into her chest. She didn't want her wife to grow more uncomfortable, and urged her to get cleaned up.

"Santana, listen to me sweetheart, you're going to feel cold and yucky if you stay here on the floor like this. What do you say I run you a nice warm bath, hmm?"

Santana finally lifted her head, and looked up at Quinn with her red, puffy eyes, before shoving her off and frantically trying to run back out into the bedroom. Quinn grabbed her wrist just as she tried to leave, and pulled her towards her.

"Hey, what's all this about? Let's get you cleaned up okay?" Santana slowly met Quinn's eyes, tears still falling from her own and frantically started, "No, I made a mess of the bed, I need to go clean and start a load of laundry and..."

"Santana," Quinn interrupted, "stop worrying about that, okay? Let me take care of you, baby." Santana tried to refuse, "but Q, this is all my fault and you shouldn't have to deal with my mess, I'm so sorry.." and the tears began to fall again.

"San, none of this is your fault. You had an accident, baby, that can happen to anyone. And this is nothing that you have to take care of yourself, okay? I love you. Every part of you. Santana, when I married you I vowed to be here for you through everything, and that will never change. Now please, let me start you a bath and I'll take care of the sheets while you get all clean." Quinn turned on the tap, and let go of Santana's hand as she started towards the bedroom.

"Wait, Q," Santana interrupted, "stay, please." She turned around and rejoined her wife in the bathroom, and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek, "of course baby."

Santana just stood there, as if she was waiting for some sort of instruction. "Hey, go ahead and get undressed baby, that can't be comfortable." Santana met Quinn's eyes slowly, ashamed to ask for what she really wanted. Quinn could see that Santana was too embarrassed to ask for help, and slowly walked closer.

"I love you," she whispered into Santana's ear as she reached for the button of her jeans. She quickly undid the zipper, and placed her fingers in the waistband of her wife's jeans, pulling them downward and letting them fall around her ankles. Her face crinkled in sympathy at the soaking wet state of her wife's now yellow striped boy shorts. "Here, lean," she said as she prompted her wife to place her hands on her shoulders as she removed her underwear and helped her to step out of her jeans. She lifted her wife's arms and lifted the soft cotton t-shirt over her head.

Even in this state, Quinn couldn't help but admire her wife's beautiful figure, and the smooth lines of her abs. She quickly returned to her task, unhooking her wife's bra and throwing it into the pile of clothes on the floor. All the while, Santana stood in embarrassed silence until her wife gently pulled her towards the tub.

She stepped in and looked up to Quinn, saying, "Quinn, how could you love me when I'm this disgusting?" Quinn was taken aback by the deflated tone from her normally sharp wife.

"Baby girl, you are not disgusting. I love you more than I ever thought possible, and you are beautiful. I don't care if you are dirty or clean and I surely don't care if you have flaws. This was just an accident baby, and it doesn't make you any less perfect than you've always been." Quinn was rewarded with a small smile from her wife at this.

She grabbed Santana's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze before grabbing a cloth and some soap and beginning to wash her down. She was extra gentle with her wife's shoulders, and gave them a rub as she tried to relieve some of her stress. Santana closed her eyes at the pleasurable sensation and relaxed into her wife's touch.

When Quinn finished cleaning her off, she added some bubbles and closed the drain, filling the tub up for her wife. Santana gently sat down, but avoided her wife's concerned gaze. Quinn kneeled down on the tile floor and chucked her under the chin, getting her to look up.

"Hey baby, what's going on with you?," she gently questioned, "you've never wet the bed before, and you were in bed when I got home. What's up? Is everything okay?"

Santana reluctantly began to speak, "I don't know, Q. I've just been so stressed down at the station, and today we had a few tough cases. Sometimes I really don't think I'm cut out for it. It's really taking a toll on me."

Quinn reached out to brush the stray hair out of Santana's face and tried to think of what to say.

"You know I'm here for you, right baby? For anything. If something is bothering you, talk to me, okay?"

"I know, Q, I'm okay I think. I guess the stress is just really getting to me."

Quinn leaned in to kiss her wife before standing up. "Okay San, stay here and relax for a little while. I'm going to go strip the bed and make us some food. You'll be okay, right?"

With a small nod from Santana, she left the bathroom, gears turning in her mind.

A little while later, the linens were changed and Quinn brought her wife a clean pair of boyshorts and an oversized t-shirt to sleep in. Santana thanked her, and dried off before slipping into the comfortable clothes and joining Quinn in the kitchen for dinner. She walked over and kissed her wife on the shoulder, non verbally thanking her for everything. Quinn just smiled to herself at her wife's gesture and served some pasta for them both.

They ate in relative silence, and decided to call it a night. Quinn quickly changed while Santana crawled into bed. When Quinn walked over to join her, she grew concerned of her wife's fetal position on the bed. She crawled in next to her, and pulled her close. Santana sighed and curled into Quinn. She just needed comfort, and Quinn knew exactly how she was going to provide it.

That night, Quinn was awoken numerous times by Santana's restless sleep. The third time, Santana darted out of bed and into the bathroom. Quinn saw the glow of light from around the door, but decided to give her wife some privacy and stayed in bed. It had been a while since she had gone in there, but Quinn knew that stress often upset Santana's stomach, and it wasn't uncommon for her to have a bit of trouble at night after an especially rough day. Quinn waited a little longer before getting out of bed and knocking lightly on the bathroom door. "San? You okay, baby?"

"I'm sorry for waking you up, Q, go back to bed," Santana said, her voice clearly strained. Quinn wasn't going to be turned away that easy, so she tried again and spoke through the door, "Baby don't worry about me, you've had such a rough day. Do you need anything? Are you feeling okay?"

"Q," Santana whined, her voice breaking, "it just really hurts and I don't feel good at all."

"Alright baby, I'm coming in," Quinn said before opening the door and rushing over to her wife, who wasn't finished on the toilet.

"Q, you really don't need to be here for this," she tried to reason, as it surely wasn't a pretty sight, or sound for that matter, but Quinn quickly reassured her as she did earlier, "San, how many times do I need to tell you that I love you no matter what, and I will be here for you regardless of the state that you're in? Here, let me rub your stomach." She kneeled down next to her wife and rubbed gently circles on her lower stomach, which Santana was quite thankful for.

It seemed to help a bit, and after one more bout, there were a few minutes if nothing and she seemed finished.

"All done baby?" Quinn asked.

"I think so, it just kind of hurts," Santana responded.

Quinn reached under the sink to grab some wipes for the sake of her wife's poor bottom, and left her to clean up in private, kissing the top of her head before leaving.

Quinn laid back down in bed and Santana joined her soon after. She leaned over and kissed Quinn's lips before snuggling back into her, "I love you Q," she whispered. "I love you too, San." Quinn reached her arms down and began to rub Santana's stomach again, and it didn't go unnoticed when Santana reached up and placed her thumb in her mouth. Quinn just smiled and continued to rub her wife's poor belly until they both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Quinn woke up before her wife, and ran to the store down the street to grab what she needed. She returned just as her wife was finishing getting ready for work. Quinn always loved the way Santana looked in uniform, and walked up behind her, kissing her neck and startling her.

"Oh hey, Q, where were you?"

"Sorry I didn't want to wake you baby, I just had to run to the store to grab a few things. I'll see you later?"

"Of course, have a good day in class"

"I will. And hey, San?"

"What's up Q?"

"Try to relax today, okay? I love taking care of you but I don't want you to run yourself down, okay? I love you."

"I love you too, Q," she said before kissing her wife as she walked out the door.

Quinn's day at the university was uneventful, but she rushed home, exited to see her wife, hoping she had recovered a little from the night before.

When she opened the front door, she couldn't help but smile at her wife, curled up on the couch. She frowned a little when she realized that she was still in her uniform and that it must have been another rough day.

She sighed before walking over and lightly kissing her sleeping wife's forehead, and then headed to the bedroom to set up the things that she had bought.

She laid out a new plush blanket and some new cotton pajamas before placing a pack of pacifiers and pack of adult diapers to the side. Just as she finished laying out her new things, she heard foot steps in the hall, and Santana walked in.

"Uh, Q, what's all this?"

"Hey baby," Quinn started, "how are you feeling? Any better? I brought you some things that I think may help you destress a little bit."

She grabbed the pack of pacifiers and handed them to Santana, "Did you know you suck your thumb when you sleep, baby?"

"Actually yeah, it makes me feel a little better, maybe, sometimes," she said shyly. Quinn took a step closer and gently grabbed her tan wife's hand.

"You know you have nothing to be embarrassed of right, San? You've had a really rough time lately and I think this might help you a little bit," Quinn said as she ushered Santana to lay back on the bed. Santana looked a bit scared as she noticed the pack of diapers on the bed, and Quinn noticed, quickly reassuring her.

"You know baby, I think they're really going to make you a bit more comfortable. You don't have to use them if you don't want to, but I think you should try it. Let me take care of all of your needs, hmm?"

"I don't know, Q, I have had some rough times recently, but I don't know if I can do this. I pissed all over myself yesterday, and that was mortifying, I don't know if I can willingly do that."

Quinn couldn't help but smile at her wife's fierce personality showing itself for the first time in a few days.

"Santana Lopez-Fabray, I think you need to let me take care of you. We both know that you could probably use this." Quinn gently pushed Santana back on the bed and removed her uniform pants.

"Alright Q, but there's no way I'm doing my other business in that thing.

"Okay baby, whatever you want. But no judging, promise. I love all of you, okay?"

Quinn took out one of the diapers and lifted Santana's legs up before placing it under her and taping her in.

"Is that good, San?"

"Actually, yeah, this thing is kind of comfortable. I love you for doing this for me," she said as she sat up and kissed her wife.

After Santana had been diapered, she followed Quinn into the kitchen and they heated up the leftovers from their pasta the night before. Santana sat down at the table, and Quinn followed with the bowls not long after. Dinner was quiet again, as a very stressed Santana didn't want to talk about much.

As they were finishing their meal, Quinn noticed that Santana seemed a bit uncomfortable. "Hey babe," she reached her arm across the table to grab her wife's hand, "what's going on? Why do you look so uncomfortable?" Santana shifted in her seat and averted her eyes.

"San, baby," Quinn pressured, "what is it?" Santana shifted a bit more and Quinn came to a realization.

"Oh, baby, do you need to go potty?" Santana blushed at the childish word but nodded.

Quinn squeezed her hand, "Hey San, look at me. I promise you that using the diaper is okay. You know that I don't mind cleaning you up, I did it yesterday. I want you to be comfortable. Want to go sit on the couch maybe?" Santana shyly looked up, but nodded.

Quinn led her to the living room and sat down. "Come here," she said, patting her lap. Santana complied but still seemed uncomfortable. "Let it go, baby, no judging," Quinn ushered as she gradually pushed down on her wife's bladder.

After a few more seconds, Quinn felt the warmth start to spread on her lap, and kissed her wife's shoulder. While she was peeing, Santana passed some gas, right on her wife's lap.

Mortified, Santana tried to get up and run, but Quinn held her close. "Santana," she tried to calm her down, "relax please. You can't seriously be embarrassed that you farted on my lap, can you? Honey, I sat in the bathroom and rubbed your belly last night while you were using the toilet, did I not? And I have shared a bed with you for almost 3 years now and you think that's the first time you've ever passed gas on me? You used to fart under the covers and trap me under there so I had to smell them! San, love you so much and this will never change that. Now, I think someone is in need of a change, hmm?"

Santana began to calm a little and quietly laughed despite herself and nodded. Maybe she was overreacting, she thought.

Quinn allowed her to stand up and then led her to the bedroom. Santana leaned back on the bed, and allowed Quinn to change her. Sure, the cold wipe felt a little strange, but Quinn didn't seem bothered at all, and she loved her all the more for it.

While she was laying there, though, she felt a heaviness in her stomach, and knew what that meant. She had to use the restroom and more importantly, she had to tell Quinn.

"Hey Q," Santana said as she was being powdered, "I uh, I kind of need to go to the bathroom. Like, not in a diaper, to the bathroom..." she trailed off.

Quinn simply nodded, and instead of placing a new diaper under Santana, pulled her up off of the bed with a bare bottom half and playfully tapped her bottom to send her to the bathroom. She let Santana go to take care of her business, laid the fresh diaper on the bed for when she was done, and waited.

In just a few minutes, Santana was back on the bed and ready to be taped in to her nice fresh diaper. As Quinn was finishing up, Santana yawned quite widely, and Quinn smiled. "Ready for bed, baby?" she asked.

Just as Santana was about to announce her agreement, her phone started ringing. She knew the ringtone, it was the station. She sat up and answered.

"Hello? Yes, this is she. No ma'am, no ma'am, I don't. Yes ma'am, oh. Damn, are you sure? Alright I will alert the boy's parents in the morning. Yes ma'am. You too. Goodbye."

Santana hung up with a large sigh and rubbed her brows.

Quinn had a concerned look on her face and rubbed her wife's sore shoulders. "Everything okay, baby?" she asked.

"Not really, they found a boy's body. I have to tell his family tomorrow after they confirm. Dammit!" Santana exclaimed.

"Baby, relax," Quinn urged. Santana sighed again, "I'm sorry baby, this is just a rough one, I'll be okay."

"Alright San, come on, get into bed," Quinn said as she pulled back the sheets. She reached onto the nightstand and grabbed one of the new pacifiers and gently slipped it into Santana's mouth as she settled into bed.

Quinn expected it to be another rough night for her wife after that phone call, but she didn't expect it to be as bad as it was.

Only an hour or so later, Santana was whimpering in her sleep. Quinn rolled over towards her and held her close until she calmed. Quinn was too worried to sleep again, so she stayed awake and ran her fingers through her wife's beautiful black locks.

A couple of hours later, the whimpering began again, and Quinn tried to calm her wife again. It was clear she was uncomfortable, and within minutes, Santana was awake and clutching her stomach before jumping out of bed and running to the on suite, leaving her pacifier on the bed behind her.

Quinn figured she could use the privacy and left her alone. Just like the night before, Quinn grew worried when she didn't come back to bed.

Quinn crawled out of bed and walked to the bathroom door. She knocked lightly, "San?"

"Go away!" Santana shouted out, and it was clear to Quinn that she had been crying.

"Santana," she softly urged, "do you want me to come in? Does it hurt?"

"No Quinn, just go back to bed. I'm fine!" she snapped.

With this, Quinn gave in to her concern and opened the door quickly. "San?" she questioned when she saw her sitting on the floor, rather than on the toilet, "what's wrong?"

She walked in further and sat down next to her wife, who refused to meet her gaze. She's acting a lot like she did when she had that accident, Quinn thought to herself.

Then she smelled it.

And she realized what she had forgotten: Santana was wearing a diaper to bed that night, and in her tired, upset state, the idea of her getting it off of herself to make it to the toilet seemed unlikely.

Quinn's instantly understood what had her wife so upset, and held her close, despite her protests. She kissed her on the top of the head and let her cry, whispering to her that it's all okay. After a few minutes, she had calmed a little, so Quinn lifted her chin to make her meet her gaze.

"Oh Santana, baby I'm so sorry, you're okay, you're okay. It was just an accident baby, it's not your fault," she continued as she pulled the hair out of her face.

"What do you say I get you cleaned up and we get back to bed, okay?"

Santana just shook her head and looked away.

Quinn continued, "baby girl, sitting in your mess like that can't be comfortable. I'm not going to let you deal with this yourself. I know you didn't want to use it for this, but I told you that I don't mind. Come on, stand up."

Santana continued to shake her head.

"Quinn no," she said tearfully, "I don't want you to see this."

"San, I really don't mind okay?"

"But Q, you don't understand I made a really big mess. I can feel it. This wasn't just a normal mess. I'm really stressed and you know what happens when I get like this. It's just so gross, you don't need to see this," she continued as she cried.

"Santana Marie Lopez-Fabray," Quinn squeezed her wife's hand, "Your mess is my mess. I know you're exhausted, and I'm not going to let you sit here and deal with this by yourself. Now, I know that you don't want me here but I'm not going anywhere. I want you to get back to bed, so I'm going to clean you up real quick and you can shower in the morning."

Santana could tell Quinn meant business and finally nodded, with tears in her eyes, hugging her wife tight.

Quinn grabbed the wipes and a fresh diaper from the bedroom and reentered the bathroom. Before she had Santana lie down on the tile floor, she carefully removed the soiled diaper and wiped off all of the mess that had gone up her wife's back and around her bottom. Once she was mostly clean, she had her lie down, and continued with her normal cleaning.

It only took a few minutes before Santana was cleaned up and powered. With a fresh diaper taped on, Quinn kissed her wife's belly and pulled her up off the ground. She held her hand as she led her back to bed.

Santana smiled when Quinn handed her the pacifier and quickly stuck it in her mouth. Once they were both settled in bed, Quinn pulled Santana close and kissed her once again. "I love you San, so, so much," she said, but Santana was already fast asleep. For the rest of the night, Santana slept soundly.

Though she had at first been mortified that she had pooped in her diaper and that her wife had cleaned her messy bottom, all that night she thought about how much she loved her wife and how much more comfortable she was with her by her side.