AN: Hello! I'm back from the dead with a new story in a new fandom.

This is my first attempt at writing something for Glee, well, really anything other than Gossip Girl.

If, by any chance, someone that read my Dair stories, which I deleted (Sorry to those who followed, they were awful), thank you for the support, and if you ship Brittana like me, welcome.

Well, onto the story. Enjoy.

The Place.

Chapter One: Oblivion.

You could say Santana Lopez was, for lack of a better word, a dumbass. In fact, you could say it to her face and she wouldn't go 'all Lima Heights on your ass' because she knew she was. Her thoughts were constantly along that line whenever a certain blonde came into her mind throughout the day, which let's face it was all the time. Everything reminded her of the love of her life who she let go. Santana lived in a constant state of not knowing what was happening around her.

Thanks to Kurt and his band of misfits, she had gotten her big break with a talent scout that so happened to be passing through a bar they were playing in. He wanted the band as a whole, but Kurt decline because he preferred the assistant editor job to . Rachel had her hands full with Funny Girl, besides that's not the fame I want, Santana, maybe Dani will go with you. But Dani left her after she knew the full extent of Santana's love for Brittany, (maybe it was the screaming out Brittany during a particularly intense night, who knows.) So both her and Starchild got their own solo acts in Master Records, a relatively new company but had some decent acts.

That was four years ago. In year two, around halfway way through, the details were hazy, Santana got an invitation in the mail. The envelope was plain enough, she was about to dismiss it, (she got a lot of invitations now a days, really her debut album was still in the charts; with reason, her single Baby Came Home literally were her feelings poured out to the world), when Quinn called.

"Hello?"

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked from the other side, she sounded a little nervous and maybe a bit scared. Odd, thought Santana before she answered,

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"Brittany's pregnant. Sam and her got back together a few months ago." Quinn said, with a hint of sympathy that angered Santana. She didn't want anyone's pity.

"If she's happy, then I'm happy," she whispered into the receiver and Quinn almost didn't caught it.

"Santana, she invited us to the baby shower, it's next week, are we going?" Santana didn't miss the hidden message by that 'we', I'll be there for you either way, resonated in her mind.

"You go if you want to, Q, I have an album to write. I'll just send her a gift or something. Is she still in Boston?" And it was Quinn's turn to hear the hidden I'm not ready to see her, in Santana's tone. And that was how Santana's second album was written.

Around year three, her second album was released. It went platinum before it was even released.

Santana moved to L.A. to work with some collabs for her third album and for a couple of features on some of her friends' albums. Year three was the worst of all. She got into pain killers after her grandmother died, and Santana's last moment with her was full of insults thrown her way. Eres una desgracia a la familia Lopez. ¡Sal de mi casa, hija del demonio! ¡No quiero volver a ver tu cara de pendeja más nunca!

Her father didn't know how to look at her after that without feeling sorry for her, and true to her grandmother's wishes, she made herself scarce at family events, but she talked to her mother at least once a week.

She had more night stands than most stars, her only salvation was her music and Kurt, Rachel and Quinn.

She also got into alcohol, (more than before) and got high almost daily.

Also, she dated one of the Victoria's Secret models, Cara Delevigne, for about a year. Santana liked her after her performance of the Fashion Show, they hooked up and things went from there, but Santana's habits took over and she cheated. Well, she kissed someone else and Cara went batshit crazy and trashed her baby, a custom Mustang GT. It was safe to say it was over between them.

A couple of months later, Santana was back in New York in her loft in Brooklyn with a dog, whom she named Killer because, well, he was a German Sheperd. Kurt and Blaine had gotten him for her as a 'welcome home' present. She had to admit, the puppy was rather cute. And he cuddled her at night so she wasn't complaining.

The day that changed her life forever was a Saturday. It started like any normal weekend for her. She woke up, lazed around her loft until midday until Killer started complaining in his own way, (barking like a crazy then running up to her and tackling her to the couch, and it hurts a little because he's around six months old, standing almost to her hip already), she gets dressed after a couple of slobber kisses, she really loves that dog, to go out to Central Park. She grabbed a tennis ball and a towel, put Killer's leash on him before stepfont out of her loft.

She commands Killer to sit then hails a cab. A minute later, one pulls up and she puts the towel on the floor and tells Killer to get in and sit on top of it. Then she slides into the seat and tells the cabbie to take her to Central Park.

A little over half an hour later, they pull up on the west side of the park, she tips generously, as usual when she takes Killer to Central Park, and they walk over to the Meadow. There, she lays the towel on the floor before she takes Killer's leash off and throwing the tennis ball as hard as she can. She watches her dog take off in the direction of the ball with a small smile on her face that generally only appears when seeing her dog playing. (Even though he's huge, and standing on two legs he's taller than her, she can't help but find him utterly adorable.)

She repeats throwing him the ball a couple of times before sitting down and watching him run around the grass. She snaps a picture of him running towards her and posts it on her twitter, writing 'my baby's all grown up.'

He lays down beside her, and she says, "Tired already, huh?" Killer looks over at her before licking her cheek and takes off. She groans and cleans herself with the towel. Then she hears loud squeal from the direction that Killer had taken off to, and she looks up to see a little boy, no more than two years old, hugging her dog's neck tightly. She stands up and walks over to them, her dog barking when he notices her, and the boy looks at her.

She almost stumbles when she sees his dark blue eyes that are just a shade away from Brittany's. He has the biggest grin on his face, that again reminds her of Brittany. Before she can open her mouth to ask for his mom, a voice she thought she'd never hear again out to the little boy, "Jack!"

Santana turns around and, ten feet away, is the love of her life, Brittany S. Pierce in all her glory. She looks even better, Santana thinks. The expression on Brittany's face is pure shock and the ring of her left hand finger has Santana smiling sadly at her. "Hey," she says to the blonde, then to Killer, "Sit."

"You look good. Come here, baby." Santana nods, and for a second she thinks Brittany is talking to her before the little boy, Jack, passes by her and attaches himself to his mother's leg. This is when Santana notices the bump in Brittany's stomach.

"You too. I always knew pregnancy would look good on you, and motherhood." Brittany smiles at her, Santana's heart clenches in her chest at the sight and to avoid it, she crouches to the boy's level, and smiles herself. "Hi, I'm Santana, and this is my dog, Killer. I'm friends with your mommy."

"I know. Aunt Q and Auntie Rachy talk about you with my mommy. I'm Jack," he answers in his little boy voice.

"Really?" She looks up to Brittany, who has a sheepish expression on her face. And from Santana's view, the sun is shining just at the right angle to make Brittany's skin glow in a way that made her look so damn beautiful.

"They do. I like your dog, he looks just like the one I asked my daddy for."

"Thank you. He is pretty handsome, aren't you, boy?" Santana runs a hand over Killer's head lovingly. "Well, it was nice seeing you again, Brittany and it was awesome to meet a handsome little boy like you, Jack, but I gotta run. I'm actually meeting Quinn now," she says while standing up and smiling forcefully, the mentioning of Sam dampened her mood. She absentmindedly strokes Killer's head.

"It was nice seeing you, San," she internally flinches at the nickname, "I hope to see you again."

"For sure," Santana nods, eager to get away because her heart is clenching painfully in her chest at the thought of how this was their dream. The dog, the kids, the house, the happiness that was supposed to be their lives, together.

Santana smiles one last time before turning around, and walking away. She thinks she might just cry a little tonight.

AN: Yes, no? Let me know.

Disclaimer: I, in no way, own Glee, the characters or the brands mentioned here.

Also, the song mentioned to be part of Santana's music is originally The Neighbourhood's, and just for the sake of the story, is her's.