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Santana

"Mami! Mami. wake up!"

I heard the sound of my son's voice echoing throughout the apartment. Looking at the time noticing it was 5:15am, I sighed burying my face back into the pillow. Recently my son had been going through a phase where he was waking up early and going to bed late which, unfortunately for me, meant I was doing the same thing. Being a single mother was exhausting, especially when your son is a year and a half.

"Sweetie, it's 5am!" I groaned in response before getting up swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "You have to start sleeping in longer so mami can sleep."

"Wake up!"

Sighing, I finally got up putting my glasses on before wrapping a robe around my body, walking through to the living room. Even though my son, Dylan, woke me up way too early, I couldn't imagine my life without him. He is everything to me.

"Hey buddy. How about some breakfast?" I asked, smiling when he gave me a smile and a nod. "Toast?"

"Toast!" He repeated grinning, holding up a plastic piece of road he was playing with. "Dam!"

"Okay, okay I'm on it." I said with a chuckle walking to the kitchen.

Even though we lived in the glorious New York, I still wasn't used to it. After only living here for three months it was a huge adjustment. Before New York, I was been living in Lima, Ohio with the father of my son. A few months ago, back when we were living there, the guy was driving to my parents house after work since I had been visiting them with Dylan, when he got involved in a horrific car accident. He, well, he died before the ambulance service got there. The impact killed him. He was not only the father to Dylan but he looked after me. He was practically my best friend so after the funeral, I made the courageous decision to move to New York. I couldn't stay in Lima. I just...I couldn't do it. All I would have felt was grief and I wasn't about to let myself fall into depression when I had my little boy to take care of. It just wasn't logical. Mami and Papi told me that I welcome to stay with them but that was still in Lima and living there just wasn't going to happen. I needed a new life. New Start. I worked as a family lawyer back when I was living in Lima which was lucky for me since the company was looking for someone to work for their New York branch. I took the position immediately when it was offered. The way Chantelle, my boss, said it was I was a highly respected lawyer, the best in the field, and they would happily allow me to transfer to represent them in New York. Well, not to brag or anything, but I hadn't lost a single case. Not one.

"Here you go, sweetheart." I said putting the plate on the small coffee table. "Eat up. We have a busy day today."

"Why?"

"Well since its mami's day off I thought we could go and find you a nursery. You want a make some friends?" I asked, smiling when he began to eat, well lick, his food whilst nodding his head to the question. "Great, let's do that then."

I have to say, I'm a pretty lucky woman. My life wasn't exactly terrible, aside from the whole losing my best friend thing. Yes, I didn't exactly have any friends in New York to talk to, but I had Dylan and that was something. I have a successful career, a family who love me and a few close friends who I could call whenever. Speaking of which, one was calling right now. What good timing, right?

"Finn. What do I owe the pleasure?" I asked, holding the cell between my ear and shoulder. "I hope you realize what time it is."

"Hey. I actually care about you, believe it or not, no matter what time it is." Finn assured. "I hope you know that Rachel and I are here for you. Ever since you left after Puck's funeral you've not spoken to anyone. We are all worried about you."

I rolled her eyes. "I'm fine, Finn. Yes, I left after he died because I lost the closest person in my life and I could not cope staying there with all the bad memories that were being brought up. I needed a new start leaving behind everything in Lima."

"I know you guys were best friends but I was best friends with him too. I needed someone to talk to who knew him as well as I did. I needed you to talk to, Santana."

I began to get irritated. I hated talking about this and now Finn was trying to get me to. "Will you stop it? Everyone thought he was a Lima loser but I knew different. He was sweet, caring and after we slept together he stayed the night."

"Santana..."

"No. You wanted to talk about him so let's talk about him. Let's talk about how everyone misjudged him and how he was actually a good father. How just driving back from work, working to provide for his son, killed him; ending his life at only 20. How about we talk about that?!" I vented, panting once I finished.

"Okay, okay I understand." Finn whispered, pausing for a few seconds. "He told me about how you both slept together because you wanted your first time to be with someone who cared about you."

"I need to go." I mumbled, wiping my eyes. "I'll talk to you later."

"Santana I'm-"

I didn't let him finish before I hung up the phone instantly, Why did he insist on bringing up bad memories? Shaking my head I tried to forget about that so I decided to sit and watch Dylan. Hopefully the rest of the day would be a whole lot better than it had been so far.

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"Sweetie, please stop running off."

Dylan was pulling on his arm trying to get it free from my grip whilst we walked into the studio. After walking around a few nurseries, I decided on looking around this dance studio. Luxurious Dance Studio was a highly recommended studio which was the first thing I noticed when I did my research. After noticing Dylan dancing to a few songs when we were in the car listening to the radio or watching TV I thought him joining a dance studio would be a good idea. Walking in we were greeted with a huge reception area, very bright actually, with an area to the left which looked like a nursery of some sort. A nursery in a dance studio? Is that normal? Above the reception area in large lettering was the dance studio's name along with a hierarchy of staff. The top of the hierarchy was the owner and manager of the place and the further down it went, the less important the staff were. It was a harsh way to see things but it was true. Each doorway had a rainbow above it, even if she didn't understand it, the signification must mean something happy. Rainbow's are happy after all, and it did compliment the place extremely well.

"You can let him go. It's okay." A soft voice assured me from somewhere behind me. "Our security system is impeccable, so no child can get out."

Turning around I was greeted by a gorgeous blonde haired woman whom I recognized instantly as Brittany Pierce. She still looked exactly like I remembered her back in high school. Blonde hair, blue eyes, amazing figure with an unforgettable smile. Whenever I saw her around school I always remembered Brittany smiling. She was a happy person from what I remembered and it didn't seem as though that had changed. Turning my head towards the hierarchy board, I looked at the very top of the chart.

BRITTANY SUSAN PIERCE

BUSINESS OWNER

"Looks pretty impressive, right?" The woman beside me said with a smile. Glancing in her direction, I gave her a small smile. Pretty impressive was a phrase I would use. I watched Brittany hold her hand out which I took instantly shaking it. "Brittany Pierce. But, you knew that already, didn't you?"

"Yeah." Santana nodded her head putting her hands into her jean pockets. "Yes, I recognized you. We went to school together."

Faced me, Brittany clicking her fingers before pointing in my direction. "That's why I thought I had seen you before! You went to McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio."

I nodded my head before turning to notice Dylan sat with a book in his hand making me smile. "Yeah, yeah I did. I do not regret leaving Lima though."

"I think everyone who left Lima is happy they got out." Brittany agreed folding her arms noticing Dylan, who I was watching myself. "Is he yours?"

I nodded my head kneeling down when Dylan ran up to me with a book in his hands. Even at home, he loved books and often sat there for ages just looking through each one. I remember that when I was a child I was the exact same and it made me proud to see him doing the same thing. Even now I noticed he was quite intellectual. For example, he was good at running, speaking and had even got some numbers under his belt too.

"Car." Dylan stated pointing to the book with his back against my stomach. "Lellow car."

I ran my fingers through his hair. "That's right, honey."

Before I could say another word, he ran off again allowing me to stand up straight beside Brittany who was watching him just like me. It was weird talking to someone I used to have a massive crush on, but I'd grown up. I was now an adult with responsibilities. Everyone moves in different directions after high school and feelings change. People you were close with in high school become people you knew and most of the time you don't hear from most of them again. It was actually sad when you think about it. Brittany was probably the one person I knew who didn't seem to change. She looked and acted exactly the same.

"What did you name him?" The blonde asked glancing in my direction, before looking back at the young boy.

"Dylan. Dylan Thomas. I chose his first name and his father chose the second."

"Are you still with his father?" Brittany asked in curiosity. "Sorry if I'm being nosey."

"You are, but it's okay." I responded with a smile. "No, I'm not with his father. It was more of a one night stand. I was friends with him, close friends actually. He died a few months back in a car accident so it's just me."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. I'm actually a lesbian. It's a funny story when I think back." I started to explain with a chuckle folding my arms. "I wanted my first time to be with someone I trusted so I asked him if we could have sex. Of course he was completely shocked by the request but he agreed. I ended up pregnant since we forgot to use protection, but at the end of the day the guy gave me Dylan and I will always be grateful for that."

I couldn't help but notice the atmosphere of the building was just so...happy. Calm. The colors just gave the building a blissful feel which was perfect for families and children. It was probably why Brittany decided to design the building this way. Or she just decided on the colors since she likes them. Not everything needs an explanation at the end of the day. Wow, I never thought I would think that myself. I was brought out of my thoughts when Brittany turned to face me directly.

"Are you here to enroll him for classes?" Brittany asked curiously. "Or are you just looking around at the moment?"

"I am looking to enroll him in classes and I can see you have a nursery too." I pointed out, motioning towards the area where the nursery was. "I want him to make friends, that's the main goal here. If he's going to grow up in New York, which is what I want, then I want him to have friends here."

Brittany pressed her lips together before nodding. "I totally agree. I grew up in Lima and was there from when I was born up to the age of 18 which was when I moved away for college and I think growing up somewhere, with the same house and people I mean, is important for a child's development. I can give you the paperwork to look at if you like."

"That would be great. Thank you, Miss Pierce." I stated with a smile watching Brittany walk away towards a door which had a plaque with golden lettering upon it with her name. It looks better than my office door at work, that's for sure.

I walked around the reception area before noticing there were three doors, excluding the main entrance and Brittany's office, within the area. One to the left of the reception desk, another to the west of the area and the final door was to the east. Brittany's office door was in the corner near the main entrance. Walking towards the door to the left of the reception desk, I got closer reading the lettering on the door.

STUDIO 1

MAIN DANCE STUDIO

Looking inside, I gasped noticing just how big the studio was. It looked like any studio except for the fact that there was a stage at the far end of the room. It was as though there were two parts to the room; practice and perform. How the hell was that even possible? Looking at the area just from outside there had to be an occupancy of at least 100 people at one time. The room looks like it wa used for advanced dance classes as well as all performances. I'm pretty impressed, to say the least. A hand rested on top of my shoulder making me jump in surprise. I turned around.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Shaking my head with a small smile, I put my hands into my pockets. "It's okay. Did you know Australia has over 10,000 beaches? You could visit a new beach everyday for over 27 years."

Pressing her lips together, I noticed Brittany smile. "That's pretty interesting. I mean, it's not exactly relevant right now, but it's a pretty cool fact."

"I know I always seem to blurt facts out when I'm either startled or nervous. Anyway, are those the papers?"

"Oh yeah! This is the application form for the studio. We do have a waiting list, quite a large one, but I'll still take it if you want him here." Brittany stated handing me the paperwork. "Just fill it all out and hand it back to Tina at reception. She'll sort everything out for you."

"Thank you, Miss Pierce." I said in gratitude. "Thank you for the application."

"It's okay. Also, please, call me Brittany. Miss Pierce is what my business associates call me and I'm still not comfortable with it."

Chuckling, I nodded. "Brittany it is."

I felt a tug on my leg to see Dylan standing there with his arms up in the air whining. Smiling, I picked him up before putting the paperwork into my bag so it was somewhere safe. I noticed Brittany look at him with a soft smile. Well she must like kids if she owned a studio where there were a lot of children throughout the day.

"How about I show you round?" Brittany offered glancing at the ground before raising her head to look at me once again. "I can show you all the facilities we offer."

"I appreciate the offer, however, we have places to be. I'm sure you have something useful to be doing." I responded walking towards the door before turning back around. "Thank you though. It was lovely to see you again."

Smiling , Brittany nodded shaking my hand once again just like she did earlier on. "It was a pleasure to see you too, Santana. Come by anytime."

"Bye bye!" Dylan shouted whilst we walked towards the door, waving with a wide grin on his face.

Chuckling I looked back towards Brittany noticing her raised her hand waving back at him. "Bye Dylan. See you soon."

I walked out of the studio onto the street. Well, that wasn't something I was expecting at all. How was that even possible? The last thing I heard, Brittany was off to college on a full scholarship and now she's in New York with her own dance studio? Was this a good thing? Should I allow myself to get close to her? Let someone get to know me again? No. No, it was not a good idea. I will end up getting hurt yet again and logically speaking, I couldn't let that happen. I have to protect myself. Protect my son. Yeah, that's what I meant to say. If I get close to Brittany and allow myself to get close to her I could get hurt. No. It was not a good idea. Okay, maybe I am over thinking things right now. I have only spoken to the blonde for the first time today. For the first time in what, three years? Yeah, I am totally overreacting. I've been told this before. It was one of the negative effects of being intelligent. I think about stuff wa-hay too much.

"Santana!"

Turning around, I was surprised to see Brittany jogging towards me. Did I leave something at the studio?

"Brittany? Did I leave something behind? I do that sometimes." I admitted bouncing Dylan slightly in my arms.

Putting her hands on her hips, Brittany chuckled before shaking her head. "No, no, I actually have a question."

"Well you do not need my permission to ask a question."

Brittany chuckled again smiling at the ground before looking up once again. "I know."

Raising my eyebrow, I leaned forward slightly awaiting an answer when the blonde stayed quiet. "Well?"

"Right! This may be weird since we only really met today at my studio, but I can't help myself. I was just wondering...can I have your number?"

My eyes widened instantly. Shit.