She tried to stop before going to far. "No." Her breath fast and heavy. Her heart fluttered in her chest every time he touched her. "What about Rachel" he obviously didn't care because his lips were working there way down her neck and his hands at the hem of her shirt. "Remember last time we did this." At that memory he stopped. He was only a senior and he already had one child, he didn't need another. He sat up and looked at her apologetically "I'm sorry." He whispered. Santana closed her eyes. He breathed in deep before talking again "I. Think. I'm in love with you." It was choppy. She shook her head no arguing that he wasn't. "You're in love with Rachel." He wasn't though he was attracted to Rachel and he liked her at least he thought he liked her. But there was some type of infatuation for Santana; he couldn't get enough of her. The way her hair smelled of lavender Saturday and Sunday, then vanilla all the other days. The way she laughed at corny cartoons like Phineas and Ferb or fish hooks. The way her face would light up every time Naomi would laugh or say 'mommy I love you.' He loved the smell of her love spell perfume and the mint taste of her lips when they kissed. He loved when she jumped or screamed when they watched a scary movie together. He loved her sarcastic remarks when he said something stupid or childish. He couldn't get enough of Santana, she was his heroine his drug.

"Mommy. I'm scared." Santana opened her eyes to her two year old daughter standing beside her bed. This was the fourth time Naomi has gotten out of bed since she got her rid of her crib.

"Come here." Naomi got in bed next her daughter falling clumsily onto Santana's stomach closing her eyes slowly drifting off.