Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any songs performed in this story. This is purely a work of fiction.

A/N: Thank you everyone for your continued support. I hope you like what's in store. Just to be clear, this is a continuation of Lost And Found, just a change in POV. Also, stay tuned for a second A/N at the bottom!

Des opened the door and came face to face with one of the last people she expected to be at her door.

"Mama? What are you doing here?"

"Conference. Are you going to let me in?"

Des stepped to the side and allowed her mother to come into the room without a word. Her mother set down her suitcase by the door and looked around, her eyes squinted.

"It's shabbier than I remember," she said flatly.

"It's Bushwick," Des grumbled.

Her mother turned her glare to Des.

"Don't grumble. And for heaven's sake, Desdemona, stand up straight."

Des didn't argue.

"Can I get you something to eat or drink?" she asked.

"Water, but only if you have bottles."

Des grabbed a bottle from the fridge as her mother inspected her kitchen.

"Your common areas look barely used," her mother observed, taking the bottle of water Des offered.

"The one roommate doesn't spend much time here and I clean the kitchen when I use it," Des told her.

"And the living room?"

"Santana and I watched Pitch Perfect in there just last night," Des replied.

"Santana is the new one?"

Des nodded, becoming slightly uncomfortable.

"What does she do?"

Des bit her lip.

"She's a bartender," she admitted.

Her mother raised her eyebrows disdainfully.

"It's temporary. She's taking a gap year..."

Her defense fell on deaf ears. She refrained from actually sighing in frustration, though just barely.

"How long are you here?" she asked.

"Four days."

Fantastic.

"Where are you staying?" Des asked.

"Here," her mother replied evenly.

Des was speechless.

"You...you didn't book a hotel?"

"I didn't think it would be necessary. It's only four days, surely as your mother I could burden you for that long."

"O...Of course, it's just...there's not a ton of room or anything. There are only three rooms..."

The look on her mother's face shrank what little resolve Des had and she sighed.

"Santana's out of town, I don't know how long. I could text her and see if it would be okay if I slept in her room until she gets back."

"Out of town?"

"Her grandmother is sick so she's gone home for a few days to see her."

Her mother gave a curt nod.

"I'll just get your things," Des said.

She grabbed her mother's suitcase and hauled it into her bedroom as her mother followed her.

"It's a small room, but it's right next to the bathroom."

She opened the door and stepped in.

"Oh, Desdemona, it's a mess in here!"

"I prefer organized chaos..."

While her mother was in the bathroom, Des called Santana.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"Everything okay?" Santana asked.

"My mother showed up unexpectedly and she's taken over my bedroom. The couch is super uncomfortable so I was wondering if I could borrow your bed until you get back?" Des asked awkwardly.

"Of course. No problem."

"Thanks. Sorry about all this," Des told her.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be back sooner than expected. Probably Thursday. How long is your mom staying?"

"She'll be here til Friday," Des sighed.

"No worries. It's a big bed. We can share."

Des turned pink and her stomach fluttered with butterflies.

"She seemed pretty offended by my room so maybe she'll leave," Des joked.

Santana laughed.

"I can't wait to see you," she said.

Des smiled.

"Same. What do you want for your big homecoming dinner?"

"Surprise me. Everything you cook is magic," Santana told her.

"Thank you. I'll think on it. See you Thursday."

"Okay. Bye."

Des returned to the kitchen to find her mother going through the cabinets. She sighed.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking through your cabinets," her mother answered casually.

"I can see that. Why?"

"You have nothing in here," she replied, frowning.

"Not true."

"Close enough."

"You said you weren't hungry."

"A mother worries."

Des rolled her eyes.

They ended up eating pizza at Des' favorite place.

"This is good," her mother said as she swallowed.

"Yep," Des replied.

She hated to admit that their relationship had gotten this bad. There had always been a strain but this...this was just awkward.

"So, tell me, what is...San.."

"Santana."

"Right...Santana like?"

Des shrugged.

"She's...she's..."

She couldn't really say nice exactly. Santana could be abrasive and brutally honest. But most people just didn't know her like Des did.

"Well, spit it out."

"She's very honest."

"She's mean. What else?"

"She is not mean," Des said.

Her mother gave her a scrutinizing look.

"She's brutally honest. You have to really try to get to know her before the good qualities come out," Des told her.

"Which are?"

"She's loyal, honest, and caring. She just has...different ways of showing it."

"Mmhmm."

Des took a sip of her drink.

"You like her."

It wasn't a question, yet Des felt compelled to answer.

"Oh please," she huffed.

"You do. Don't lie. Is she straight? Taken?"

"No, mom, do we have to..."

"I'm just curious. I don't know why you're so uncomfortable."

Her mom was out by ten. Des put her pajamas on and pulled her hair back, then she brushed her teeth and crawled into Santana's bed. It was soft as a cloud and she fell asleep almost instantly, exhausted from the tension with her mom.

Whatever dreams she may have had she forgot the instant she woke. At first she was a little confused and disoriented, forgetting whose bed she was in. When that came back to her, so did the memory of her mother's surprise arrival. Des groaned and rolled out of the bed made of clouds.

Her mother was in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee and reading a sheet of paper.

"Good morning," her mom said cheerfully.

"Mornin'," Des grumbled back.

Really she was useless without her coffee. She poured herself a cup the way she liked it and drank half of it before gaining the ability to speak coherently.

"What's that?" she asked, nodding to the paper.

"Itinerary for the conference. It doesn't start until noon today but there are two workshops beforehand."

Des glanced at the clock. It was already ten.

"Not going?" she observed.

"They're the same ones as last year. I've already seen them."

Great, Des was stuck with her mom until almost noon.

"I had hoped to go do a bit of sight seeing but someone was a lazy bones this morning."

"I didn't sleep well last night," Des lied.

"No?"

"Different bed. It felt weird."

Weird as in most comfortable bed on earth, she thought.

"Well, perhaps another time."

"Sure."

Her mother drained her coffee mug and rinsed it out.

"Well, I'm off. I'd like to get there early as I'll be co-presenting with a fellow professor."

This was news to Des.

"You're presenting?"

"Mmhmm."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

Her mom shrugged.

"I didn't think it would interest you."

It wouldn't have but still...

"Oh."

"I'll be back by six."

With that, her mother left Des alone in the apartment.

Thank you so much for reading and for your patience. The next chapter will most likely be out sometime next week but I'll see if I can get it out before then.

A/N2: So I have discovered SYOC stories (submit your own/original character). I love the idea of them. This note has 2 parts.

Part 1 - I submitted a character to an SYOC and was accepted. (Actually I have submitted and was accepted to 2 but I digress.) The first one is by whenyou'rereadycomeangetit and it's called New New Directions. She really needs more people to submit characters ESPECIALLY boys.

Part 2 - Do y'all remember how I said I had an idea for a Lima-centric story? Well, I'm considering making it an SYOC because I would love to get you guys involved. I'd love to see how many of you are interested, because it'll take a lot of OCs. I'm planning on making it futuristic (meaning the kids of the ND). So send me a PM or a review with your opinion on that and if I get enough responses, I'll start making an application.

If you read all this, bless you. Bless your cow. Bless your beautiful soul.