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Santana stumbled into the bathroom and tried to look at herself in mirror but she couldn't do it. What kind of person can't stand to look at her own reflection in the mirror? She didn't have any physical scars. No Santana's scars were all emotional and she couldn't look at the mirror fearing what she might see staring back her. Santana showered and got dressed into some shorts and tank top. It's July in Lima, Ohio and they are in the middle of a heat wave.
Santana slowly goes downstairs and into the kitchen where her mother is sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a glass of iced tea while reading a magazine. She looks up when hears Santana walked into the kitchen. "Good morning sweetie. I'm assuming since it 11 AM that you slept well." Santana sat down at the table with her mother. "I slept ok." She lied she didn't sleep hardly at all. She spent most of the night awake staring at the darkness in her bedroom. And then when the darkness was replaced with the light of a new day Santana didn't have the energy or desire to get out of bed. Her mother was worried enough about her so Santana didn't tell her mother her about not sleeping. However, Santana was sure the dark circles she assumed were under her eyes would let her mother know she hadn't been sleeping.
Before her mother could continue their conversation the doorbell rang. "Santana, can you please go answer the door?" Santana had no idea why she had to answer the door when her mother was just sitting there reading a magazine but she didn't argue she got up from the table and went to see who was at the front door.
Santana opened the front door to find the mail person standing there. Since it was a woman Santana thought the correct term was mailwoman but she had no idea what was politically correct anymore. Santana stood there waiting for the mailwoman to tell her why she rang the doorbell but instead she just stood there smiling. Santana was about to ask why she rang the doorbell when her mother appeared with a glass of iced tea in her hand. "Good morning Brittany. It sure is a hot one today already. Here's your iced teas dear."
Santana had a confused look on her face as she looked between her mother and this mailwoman. Santana's mother. Maribel, noticed the confused look on her daughter's face. "I'm sorry where are my manners? Santana this is Brittany our mail carrier and Brittany this is my daughter Santana."
Brittany had managed to drink half of the glass of iced tea since Maribel had handed it to her. "It's nice to meet you Santana." Brittany went to shake hands with Santana but suddenly realized she didn't have a free hand because in one hand was the glass of iced tea and in the hand was the Lopez's mail. Brittany handed Santana her iced tea and then handed her the Lopez's mail. Brittany reached her hand out to shake Santana's hand but now Santana's hands were both full. Brittany scowled like how did she manage to do that.
Santana decided to put this mail carrier, as her mother called her, out of her misery. She handed Brittany back the glass of iced and kept the mail so they both had a free hand. Santana reached her hand out and shook Brittany's hand. "Nice to meet you Brittany." Santana handed the mail to her mother and then walked back to the kitchen.
"I'm sorry about Santana walking away like that, she just got up and she isn't a morning person. She's visiting from New York City."
Brittany finished her iced tea and handed the glass back to Maribel. "Don't worry about Santana I understand some people are a bit moody when they get up. I hope I'm not out of line by saying this but your daughter is a beautiful, young woman. I'd better continue on with delivering the mail. Mrs. Anderson down the street gets upset if her mail isn't delivered by 11:30 AM."
"If you're thirsty tomorrow morning just ring the door bell. By the way you aren't out of line saying Santana is a beautiful, young woman. Have a good day Brittany."
Maribel walked back to the kitchen where Santana was sitting drinking a glass of iced tea. Maribel sat down at the table and started going through the mail. "So you are providing cool refreshments for civil servants now huh?"
"It's been so hot and I don't want Brittany to get dehydrated. Also, during the winter when it was so cold I gave her some hot chocolate to keep her warm."
"How long has this been going on Mom?"
"Let's see Brittany started delivering mail in January so since then. By the way she said she thought you were a beautiful, young woman."
"Oh, no you don't Mom. You aren't going to try and fix me up with the mail carrier. You know the last thing I need right now in my life is start dating again. So just leave it alone Mom I beg you please!" Santana had tears running down her face.
Maribel reached across the table and took Santana's hand. "I'm sorry I upset you sweetie. I just worry so much about you. I wasn't trying to fix you up with Brittany. I have never even spoken to her about you until today. Besides I don't know if Brittany is a lesbian and I would never put either of you in awkward situation. I know when you're ready you'll start dating again. You are too hard on yourself. What happened wasn't your fault. I just wished you believe it."
Santana got up from the table and kissed her mother on top of head. "I'm going to go for a walk." Santana got a bottle of water for the refrigerator before walking out the front door.
TBC