(A/N: So this is the first thing i have EVER written. I always get story idea's, but i don't rate myself as a writer at all. So i thought I'd put this out there and see how it goes :D)
Knotted Ends.
Santana stared at the infant smiling up at her in his crib with a blank expression.
Four weeks of being around him constantly and she still felt numb.
His big brown eyes began to scan her face. As if picking up on her emotion, or lack of, his features suddenly saddened and he started to cry.
Santana instantly started to panic as she watched him bawl his little eyes out and kick his legs toward her. She wanted to reach out and touch him, hoping that she'd somehow feel something for the child she feels has ruined her life.
The child that was no older than a month old and yet was already the spitting image of his young Latina mother. So innocent to the world yet causing so much pain to his mother without intention.
Deep down, Santana knew he had nothing to do with anything. He was just the evidence of her mistake. Of the argument with the love of her life that resulted in her getting drunk and engaging in unprotected sex with some guy she wouldn't even recognize again. The cause of losing her tall, blonde and blue-eyed beauty. The girl she's been in love with since middle school and still is now, her senior year. The girl she lost to resentment and disgust. The girl she's sure she'll be facing in an hour when she goes back to school, to be met with whispers and curious stares.
"Santana?"
Looking toward the door, she see's her best friend coming toward the crib with a pitiful look on her face, reminding her that the child, her son, is still crying for attention.
She watches as Quinn picks up the tiny boy and holds him to her neck.
"Hey there, Theo. Lets get you some food, huh? Give mama the chance to get dressed." Quinn looked at her with a pointed look, letting her now she had to get a move on.
When the girls eventually pulled into the parking lot, Santana suddenly tightened her grip on her bag and shot a fearful look toward Quinn.
Sensing her best friends inner struggle, the blonde petted her shoulder with an encouraging smile.
"You can get through this, San. Just pull through today, ignore the looks and the talks. I'll be here, Puck and Sam, too. We've got you." Quinn said to the Latina.
"I-.. Quinn.." Santana breathed out, trembling slightly.
"I mean- does she.. hate me? I don't think i can deal with seeing her knowing she hates me. I just cant do it, Quinn."
Quinn stared at the Latina for a few moments, already familiar with the same broken look that's been on her face for the past couple of months.
"We both know she couldn't ever hate you, Santana. But you obviously understand what you put her through, with the cheating and the pr-"
"I get it!" Santana interrupted.
Seeing the pain and sorrow on Santana's face, Quinn was about to apologise when the Latina's eyes focused on something over her shoulder and suddenly widened.
Turning, Quinn's jaw dropped when she saw her boyfriend and their two blonde best friends coming toward them.
"Britt.." Santana whispered, almost inaudibly.
Staring at Puck and both blondes getting closer to the car, Santana noticed the smiles on the boy's faces when they saw her through the glass.
"Don't worry, San. Lets go, come on." Quinn said, before stepping out of her car and walking toward the main doors with her boyfriend and Sam.
Santana was brought out of her daze when someone opened her door and held out their hand for her to take.
She looked toward the long, pale fingers and followed the arm up to long blonde locks, further up to bright blue eyes.
She noticed though, that the blondes eyes were narrowed into a hard stare, focused on something over the roof of the car.
Santana hesitantly took the offered hand and climbed out of the car, suddenly feeling exposed to the stares she was sure were being sent her way.
As she began to remove her hand from the blondes grasp, she was shocked when the pale hand suddenly tightened around her own.
When she looked up, she noticed Brittany's stare was still focused elsewhere. Following her gaze, she had to swallow a lump in her throat when she realized looking back at her with an unreadable expression on his face, was her own younger brother, Alberto.
"Britt.." She whispered, hesitantly.
To say she was confused would be an understatement, Brittany hadn't spoken to her since the day she told her she was pregnant, almost six months ago. Even then, their conversation ended with them screaming at each other and eventually breaking up.
"Can we.. Um- can we.. Go somewhere? Somewhere that isn't here.." The blonde said as her gaze traveled around the busy car park, eventually looking down to their still joined hands.
"Yeah, Britt. Of course we can." Santana said softly, squeezing the blondes hand, signalling her to lead the way.
Brittany took them across the football field, stopping when they reached the familiar couch under the bleachers.
Santana watched as the blonde turned to face her with a conflicted and almost pained look on her face.
Her hand was still connected to the blondes, so she slowly intertwined their fingers, hoping to encourage her ex-girlfriend to say whatever she was thinking and hoping it wouldn't break her heart.
When the blonde squeezed her hand gently, Santana looked back up to her loves face. She knew by the furrowed eyebrows and the trembling lip between her teeth, that this conversation could go either way.
