Title: This Wasnt Supposed to Happen
Pairing: Brittany/Santana, Santana/OC, Brittany/OC
Rating: Just M
Spoilers: NONE!
Description: Santana was supposed to be there for her little girl but now shes stuck in the middle of nowhere in a war. the only thing she has is a picture of her daughter when she was a year old and a photo of her high school sweetheart that she hadnt seen in about 7 years.
World: AU
The latina stood there looking at herself in the mirror, admiring her attire. A yellow sundress that had some white beading at the bottom, her feet had white sandles with small yellow daisy pins. Her hair was pulled up to one side where a black bobbypin held it back and a small yellow daisy was tucked behind her left ear. Smoothing her dress down she sighed and just continued to inspect herself when a voice behind her started to talk.
"nieta what are doing? Were going to be late for church sweetheart" the older womans voice got closer as she stood behind the latina.
The brunette stood there and looked to the ground and then back up to the mirror seeing the womans reflection staring at her. "Your not my momma, I want my momma.." she sniffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"No im not your mother, but I am your grandmother..what are you doing sweetie? Whats wrong..talk to me" she said gently and kneeled beshide the girl and took her into her arms and cradled her.
"I just miss her so much" she said softly and put her arms around her grandmother's neck and held on like her life depended on it.
"I know, I miss your momma too, I bet she misses you a whole lot more also" Picking the girl up she held her on her hip and ran her hand over the girls cheek and wiped the wet streaks in the process.
It was hard no doubt growing up without a mother, her grandmother took over that role when she was a year old. Her mother disappiered and hadnt been seen since she left the house that fateful morning. Her mother was a doctor from what she gathered from her abuela, a respected one at only the tender age of 25 she was good. Her mother advanced in every single class since the time she entered medical school. From the pictures shes seen, her latina mother was beautiful, tall dark hair like her own, hard yet gentle features. Her father on the other hand she hadnt seen at all, her abuela never talked about him nor had she known him, the only thing her abuela knew was that her father was a army doctor. She always told her that she was made out of love no doubt and one day everything will be good again, her mother will be back and maybe her father. The latina couldn't remember much of her mother she was only a year old when she left.
Memories were hardly there because in her first year all she did was cry to be held, and sleep eat and other things. She could remember the smell of her mother and the way she held her just right and the way she would look at her like the was the only thing that mattered. And to her mother it was, her little girl was the only thing worth living for and she would have done anything for her.
"come on sweetie..time to go.." the older woman said and put the girl down and held her hand out for her to take. Reaching up she held her abuela's hand and walked out of her bedroom. The older woman smiled softly at her and she picked her up once they got outside to the car and put her in her seat and buckled her in and kissed her forehead.
"your mom is a fighter..dont ever let anyone tell you other wise alright bug?" She just nodded. Bug. What her mother called her when she was born. Her mother was only 20 when she had her, but she never regretted it from what her abuela said. Looking out the window of the mini van she sighed and looked at her sun dress and swung her feet.
"are you sure shes coming back abuela? Cause the kids at school say shes d-dead.." the girl asked innocently and looked at her grandmother, her grandmother looked at her granddaughter through the rearview and shook her head.
"I know your mother, she wouldn't leave you and the one she loves behind..i promise you that sweetie" Maria sat there looking at the girl who looked so much like her daughter, except the subborness that her own daughter had.
Her Name? Noella Maria Lopez, age 5. And her mother? Santana Lopez, Army doctor for the past 5 years and shes missing.
HII! This is one of two stories i have in my head. I would love reviews to see how it is and if i should go on with it.
I know i havent updated my other one i just lost inspiration to it! Sorry to viewers who liked it.
Im Like Rachel Berry, I need reviews to continue!
