Disclaimer: I do not own Devious Maids or these characters. Not written for money only enjoyment.

Begin dream:

Valentina could see that Remi was stressed as he studied for yet another final. Walking up behind him she put her hands on his shoulders and started to massage them. She felt the tension start to leave his body. Not wanting to waste the chance, she slowly lowered her hands down his chest and brought her lips to his neck. Gently she began to kiss his neck and undo his shirt buttons. The kisses soon turned to her nipping his neck just to feel him move under her arms. Every time she nipped at his neck he would straighten up a little. She could tell that Remi was trying his hardest to not react to what she was doing. He had been that way since they had kissed, but that didn't stop her from loving him.

Letting her hand slip inside Remi's shirt seemed to galvanize him into action. He had his hand in her hair and lips hard against hers. Soon she was straddling him on the chair. The kisses got deeper and deeper as Remi let his hands wander on her body. It was like he was just discovering that she was a girl. Before she knew what was going on she was flat on her back on the dining room floor with Remi pressing his hardened body against hers. Every time he pressed down she would moan, it felt so good to feel him against her. Valentina had hoped that her massaging his shoulder would have them ending up like, just not on the floor, but she would take it where she could get it. Slowly she removed the condom she had in her apron and ripped it open.

Remi Delatour sat up with a start and looked around confused. He was in his dining room, looking around he realized that he had fallen asleep using his book for a pillow, again. This was becoming a habit he hated. Allison had been keeping him busy with all the clubbing. Anymore he studied anywhere besides his room just to get away from her. Being in the house was even harder though especially since he was avoiding one of the house keepers.

It had been a week since Valentina had kissed him and evidently told him that she loved him. When she had done it, he had been kind of glad but that changed when he had told Allison that he wouldn't fire her. Something felt wrong about knowing that she was in love with him, when he had just been guessing about how she felt it was easier to be around her. Now he felt like he had to walk on egg shells so instead of doing that he just avoided her. It was almost too easy considering how big the house was, but it wasn't when he kept having dreams about her.

Looking at his watch he realized it was after 2 a.m. and that Allison would or should be close to passing out. Gathering up his school stuff he headed up the stairs avoiding the foyer where Valentina had kissed him. That was the only really hard thing, avoiding what had happened between them. Something had changed the second her lips had come to his. Granted she had done it to prove a point it didn't help that Allison had been up in his room getting ready to go out to the club.

Valentina knew that Remi was avoiding her and she knew why. It didn't make it hurt any less. She was just glad that her Mom hadn't said I told you so to her yet, at least. Ever since she had kissed him the only person she had run into was the Allison, the princess bitch, as she liked to call her. Allison thought since she was sleeping with Remi that meant she could boss around Valentina, she hadn't figured out yet that that wasn't going to happen. Valentina really wanted to go off on and tell her that she didn't work for her she worked for Remi. But that would only make him mad and force him to face her. Any more she had become the clique maid, the one that was never seen or heard.

Every time she had to take something up to Remi's room she would wait till she knew he would be out so she wouldn't have to face him. Her heart was broken and the only way it was going to get fixed was if she just stayed of Remi Delatour's way. In the morning when she would take him breakfast she would set it down and turn his alarm up louder and quietly leave and then wait to make sure he actually got up when he needed to. When she heard him moving around she would rush back to the kitchen.

Remi would wake up almost every morning to his alarm blaring and his breakfast waiting for him. There would also be a cup of coffee for Allison. Everything he liked would be on the tray. When he would get out of his shower, any more it took longer than usual because of the company, his bed would be made and the tray gone. He knew that Zoila was making Valentina do everything like nothing had changed. His Mom and Zoila had found out the kiss and what it stood for. Zoila could barely look at him anymore and his own mother kept dropping not subtle hints about Allison leaving. On the days that he didn't have classes he would sleep later than usual and Valentina somehow had figured that out and would bring breakfast in, but he never saw her.

The morning after his dream about Valentina he woke up to someone being in his room. Carefully he shifted in his bed and watched Valentina as she moved about. She picked up his laundry, he saw his breakfast and then she came to his side of the bed which was when he noticed that she was shaking, he watched her turn up the volume on his alarm clock. So that's why it always blares, he thought watching her leave. Laying on his back he couldn't get the image of Valentina shaking out of his mind. He hadn't meant to hurt her, he had known for years that she liked him but he had never thought that it would go that far. Getting out of bed he turned his alarm off and let Allison sleep while he took his shower and ate his breakfast. Everything was prepared perfectly and nothing was missing, there was no need for him to go down and ask for something.

It was one of Remi's day off from classes and Valentina had barely left the kitchen. She had no idea where he was and she didn't want to see him. Walking out she ran into Mrs. Delatour, "Oh I'm sorry." She apologized.
"Valentina are you okay?" Genevieve Delatour asked her young house keeper.
"I'm fine. Just tired." Valentina told the woman. It was the same line she had been using all week.
"Okay, well I'm expecting a package this afternoon. Would you be a dear and keep an eye out for it?" the older woman asked.
"Of course."
"It maybe a little heavy. So you may ask Remi to help you."
"It'll get taken care of Mrs. Delatour." Valentina stated in a tense tone.

Watching Genevieve walk away she wondered if the woman was having a heavy package delivered for a reason. She knew that Remi and Valentina hadn't talked or seen each other in a week. A door closing brought her out of thoughts, she looked outside and saw Remi with Allison. Quickly she turned and ran out of the kitchen. She couldn't watch him flirt with another girl. It had been bad enough finding her in his bed, Remi making excuses for it, Allison attacking her and then her finally admitting to him that she loved him, but facing him now was nearly impossible.

Remi took Allison out to the pool in hopes of seeing Valentina. Avoiding her didn't mean he didn't want to see, he just didn't know what to say to her. Walking into the kitchen he heard the doorbell ring. Walking towards the door he saw her open it and take the package. Sensing that it was heavier than she expected he walked up behind her. Suddenly her body was hard against his as the package began to slip. Grabbing the box he felt Valentina stiffen.

"I've got it Remi. Go back to Allison." She told him in a stiff tone.
"Let me help you."
"No!" she commanded. "You live here and I'm a house keeper, this is my job. To deliver packages." Valentina said walking towards the stairs.

As Remi watched her walk up the stairs he realized what his avoiding her had done to her. He had made her feel as though all she was, was a house keeper. Valentina had always been much more than that to him, she had been a friend, a confidant, and someone he shared interests with. Now as he watched her he realized that she was just a shell of that person and he was partially to blame.

Genevieve Delatour wasn't a ruthless woman, a socialite yes, but not mean. She had ordered extra packing to make her package heavier hoping that Valentina would ask Remi to help her. She had watched her son avoid the girl for the past week and she was seeing what it was doing to her. She had also watched Valentina go about her daily chores for Remi with him never knowing, she would do things when he wasn't around or when he wouldn't see her. It broke her heart to watch her son realize what was going on. Over the past week Valentina had become just a house keeper when before she had been just as big a part of the family as her own mother was, but now she just stayed out of sight. It seemed as though she was going with the thought process of out of sight out of mind.

Walking up the stairs was harder than Valentina had expected, but she was not going to let Remi help her. It wasn't his place to help her. He lived in the house, she just worked there, he had made that very clear. Getting to the top of the staircase she headed towards Mrs. Delatour's room.

"Mrs. Delatour where would you like this package?" she asked.
"Oh in the closet is fine sweetheart. Did Remi come up with you? I need to ask him something."
"No, he's out at the pool with Miss. Allison."

Walking into the closet Valentina felt the tears she had been holding back start to fall. She wanted Remi to love her. She had spent almost her whole life around him and every year her feelings for him would grow. Now she didn't know if this was the place for her. It was going to be hard to see him with other women, especially ones that were just using him. Straightening herself up she walked out of the closet and back to the kitchen.

Remi walked back out to the pool in a daze. His mind kept going back to Valentina telling him that she was just a house keeper. He didn't know how to fix what had happened. He knew that Valentina would never take back what had happened and he couldn't admit that it didn't happen. Allison splashed water at him, "Come on. Get in." she cooed. Remi just stared at her. How in the world had she won out over someone who had been in his life so much longer. Turning around he walked back into the house and went to find Valentina. Walking all around he finally stopped and asked Zoila, "Do you know where I can find Valentina?" he asked hoping that the woman wouldn't stab him with the knife she was holding.
"I think she is up getting yours and Miss. Allison's laundry." Zoila told him.
"Thank you."

Sprinting he got to his room to hear crying. Slowly he opened his door and saw Valentina picking up his room with tears streaming down her face. He could tell that she was trying to control it but not having any luck. Turning around he went and sat on the stairs and put his head in his hands.

"Hurts doesn't it?" he heard his mother ask.
"I didn't mean for this to happen."
"I know Remi, but it did."
"How do I fix it?"
"I honestly don't know if you can. I heard Valentina telling her Mom that she was going to start looking into other families that need help."
"What? She's leaving." He asked turning to face his Mom.
"She wants to. Remi she is broken hearted and watching you with Allison is making it worse. She has to make your breakfast every morning and then come into you room and see you with another girl when she is in love with you."
"I don't…"
"I don't want to lose her either, but we may have to deal."