Around midnight, Santana decided to go back home. Once Puck had left and the kids were sleeping, Quinn let loose to Santana about how much Puck had ruined their marriage. Being the good friend she was, listened and comforted her as much as she could before she felt she needed to go fix her own problems. The drive home was spent talking to herself in circles about what she would say to Brittany before she decided to just wing it.

When she walked into her house, she hadn't expected anyone to be awake. As she made her way through the dark hallway, she heard a faint noise in the family room. A flicker of light played against the wall as she moved closer and when she walked in, she was surprised to see her son lying on the couch watching late night infomercials.

"Jake, what are you doing up honey?" she asked, going around the couch to sit next to her son. She perched herself on the edge before gently running her hand over his flushed cheek.

When Jake noticed his mother, he leapt up and crushed her in a giant hug. "I didn't think you were coming back," he cried, burying his head into the crook of her neck.

Santana's heart broke when she felt his tears running down her neck. She wasn't even thinking when she left earlier. Usually she and Brittany didn't fight in front of the kids. She embraced her son tighter, gently rocking them back and forth. "Baby I would never not come back. At the end of the day I'm always gonna be right here with you, Lily, and mommy," she told him, moving her head so she could kiss his cheek.

Jake pulled himself from the embrace before making himself comfortable on Santana's lap. "But you and mommy were yelling and you didn't even say goodbye," he said, little sniffles making their way out as his bright brown orbs stared up at his mother's.

"I'm so sorry Jakey. You're right, we should always say goodbye before we leave the house." Santana was at a loss as to what to say to her son because she couldn't go into great detail of why she left; he was only five-years old. "Can you forgive me?" she continued.

"Yes," and with a slight pause he continued, "Are you and mommy gonna get a divorce like Aunt Quinn and Uncle Puck?" he asked innocently, wiping his tear filled eyes.

Santana had not been expecting that. She didn't even know he knew what a divorce was. But kids weren't stupid; they pick up on a lot more than parents thought. Taking a deep breath, she shook her head smiling down at her son. "You are so perfect bud. Your mom and I are the luckiest mommies in the world so how could we ever get a divorce. Mommy and I love each other very much and you don't need to worry about us okay sweetie?" she asked, caressing the soft skin of his cheek.

Jake nodded, happy with his mother's answer. The pair sat in a happy silence for a few moments before Santana lifted her son from her lap.

"Alright buddy it's time for bed. You have a big day ahead of you tomorrow and you're gonna need plenty of rest if you're gonna be mommy's helper," she said, wrapping her arm around him and leading them to the stairs.

"Okay," he yawned, following his mother up to his room.

After saying goodnight to her son, Santana gently closed his door halfway before walking into the room next door. She smiled at the sight of her daughter sleeping peacefully in her crib. With a kiss to the forehead, she stared longingly at Lily before making what seemed like the walk of shame to her own bedroom. She stared at the closed door contemplating what she was going to do. If she knew Brittany, which she did, she would be waiting behind that door with her arms crossed and an angry pout on her face. Brittany could never go to bed angry.

Walking in, she was surprised to find it fairly dark with the TV off and Brittany sleeping. The light from the moon helped her find her way about the room. She quietly walked to Brittany's side of the bed and sat on the edge. She right away noticed her wife's gloom expression in her sleep and tear stained face. Again, her heart broke at the sight.

"Britt," she whispered, gently running her thumb in circles against her wife's cheek. She hated making Brittany cry.

Brittany felt a presence and the gentle call of her name awakened her from her restless sleep. Her blue eyes opened to find Santana staring at her with worried eyes of her own. She let out a deep sigh before raising her body to lean against the headboard. "Hey," she whispered back to her wife.

"Baby I'm sorry about before, I shouldn't have left," she said, raising her hand to run her fingers through Brittany's soft blonde hair. She stared into Brittany's eyes and for once in her life she couldn't read what her wife was feeling.

"It's okay," Brittany said, leaning into Santana's touch. She wasn't in the mood to carry on with their fight and she wasn't ready to talk about why she was acting the way she was either. She looked to Santana with genuine eyes and said, "I'm sorry too."

Santana sensed that Brittany wasn't ready to discuss the fight or any of the fights they've had over the past months. She knew she was babying her in a way, but Brittany had been her baby since day one. She nodded her head in a silent agreement before leaning over to press her lips against Brittany's forehead. "I'm gonna get ready for bed," she whispered as her lips separated from Brittany's skin. Her wife nodded, her big blue eyes showing appreciation from Santana backing off about what needed to be discussed.

When Santana finished her nightly routine, she walked out of their bathroom to find Brittany in the exact seated position she had left her in. She was haunted by the fearful look her wife displayed. Obviously even though they weren't talking about it, Brittany was still thinking about it. Deciding that they both needed some type of comfort, she got in bed as close to Brittany as she could. "Lay back down Britt," she whispered, tugging her wife's pajama shirt so she complied.

Brittany scooted down from her sitting position to lie on her side face to face with Santana. Their eyes locked and for moments only quiet breathing could be heard. Santana smiled at Brittany before placing her hand against her wife's hip. She gently pushed forward, moving Brittany onto her back. She followed the movement, leaning her upper body over wife's before placing her lips against Brittany's over and over again until both their breathing picked up. Pressed against one another, Santana slowly moved her lower body against her wife's as she laid kisses down the side of Brittany's neck, lightly biting at the skin every third or so kiss.

Unbeknownst to Santana, Brittany's eyes remained opened towards the ceiling. She waited until her wife began kissing down towards her chest before gently pushing her away. "San, I'm not really in the mood," she said innocently, not wanting to hurt Santana's feelings. She winced at the distraught look on her wife's face.

"Okay," she sighed, rolling off Brittany and onto her back.

"San I'm sorry, I'm just, I'm exhausted," she said truthfully, leaning on her side to grab Santana's hand. She didn't want Santana to think it was because of their argument. She wanted nothing more than to show her love to her wife, but she was worn out from crying and hating herself.

Santana accepted the gesture, turning her head to look at her wife. She noticed the dark circles underneath Brittany's eyes, her pale complexion even lighter than normal, and her handhold frail and weak. She knew that whatever was going on with Brittany was beyond her being able to help. She knew yet she couldn't help but continuing to try and get through to her. She closed her eyes to will away the tears that wanted to come out. Taking a deep breath, she looked to her wife who was staring so innocently back at her. She knew Brittany loved her, and it was killing her that she couldn't be the one to make things alright.

"Come here," she whispered, wrapping her arm around Brittany and pulling her to her chest.

Brittany snuggled into Santana's side, closing her eyes. She hummed in appreciation when Santana began rubbing circles on her back. She knew Santana was wearing thin, and sooner or later she was going to have to talk about what she had been feeling lately. But right now she was glad to feel the warmth and comfort her wife provided. "I love you Santana," she whispered, briefly looking up to catch her wife's eyes.

"I love you too."

Like most mornings, Brittany woke up before Santana. Normally cheerful and energized, on this particular morning she felt dim and drained. She gently removed herself from the embrace as not to wake Santana up, and quietly grabbed her things to take into the bathroom. She turned the shower on before exiting the bathroom to make sure her children were still sleeping before she began to get ready for work. She smiled at the site of Jake tangled in his blankets, his mouth wide open catching flies. Shaking her head, she made her way to her daughter's room, standing in the doorway. While her heart fluttered in her son's room, it felt heavy like it always did when being in her daughter's. She constantly fought with herself not to be reminded of how there should be two cribs she should be looking at instead of one.

Meanwhile, Santana stirred in her sleep, the sound of the shower waking her from her dreams. She normally was a heavy sleeper, but the stress from the night before willed her awake. She took a moment to stretch and yawn before getting out of bed. She made her way to the bathroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of her wife, but was met with an empty room. Disappointed, she left their room to find Brittany standing in the doorway of their daughter's room.

"Britt, what are you doing babe? The waters gonna get cold," she said approaching her. When Brittany didn't answer, she placed a gentle hand on her wife's shoulder. "Britt."

Brittany jumped at the touch, shaking her of her dark thoughts. She turned to find her wife staring at her like she had ten heads. Not being able to even fake a smile, she just stared at her wife with a blank expression. "I was just checking on the kids before I went in," she answered before trying to move past Santana to go back to their room.

Santana stopped her, placing her hand against Brittany's chest. "What is going on?" she asked, coming off harshly but she only felt worry and panic.

Tears that she constantly forced away began to build up making her turn her head from her wife so she wouldn't see.

Santana grabbed her chin, forcing Brittany's head back in her direction. "Baby talk to me," Santana pleaded tears of her own beginning to fall.

Brittany forced her eyes away from Santana, not wanting to see the disappointment and hurt she had caused her wife. "I need to get in the shower, I'm gonna be late," she whispered, choking back her emotions. She finally braved a look to Santana's face. She winced at the expression on her wife's face before going back into their bedroom.

"Britt," Santana whispered through tears, the words barely making it out of her mouth as she watched her wife walk away from her.

"Okay so we need to roll the dough in little balls and place them on the cookie sheet," Brittany explained, smiling at the excited look on her son's face. After her grueling morning, she decided she needed to show Santana that she wasn't heading to crazy town. It took everything in her, but she left Lily at home with Santana so both parents could spend quality time with their children. She had been at work for two hours and had called Santana every twenty minutes to check on them. In her opinion, she was doing well because her head was telling her to call every five minutes.

"Like this mommy?" Jake asked, pointing at the three peanut butter balls placed on a baker's tray.

"Excellent baby, that's perfect," she encouraged, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

"Oh my goodness, it smells delicious in here," Rachel interrupted as she entered the kitchen, winking at Jake.

Jake returned the smile. "Thanks Aunt Rach, mommy and me have been baking up a storm," he said innocently, repeating what he heard his mother tell his mama on the phone.

Both girls laughed at his cuteness. "How's it going out there?" Brittany asked, taking one of the full trays to the oven.

"It's pretty slow right now. Puck just showed up so I'm giving them their privacy," Rachel explained, narrowing her eyes at Brittany to let her know they might have to intrude.

"That reminds me, I need to call San," Brittany said completely missing Rachel's signal. She patted her son on the back before walking to her office. "Rach can you watch Jake a sec?" She called back, not waiting for her to answer before she closed her office door.

Rachel shook her head. Both her friends were crazy. "I left Broadway for this?"

"Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man," Santana started, giggling at the smile on Lily's face. They had had the perfect morning together, minus the constant phone calls and texts from Brittany. Snuggled together on the couch, Mickey Mouse Playhouse was playing in the background while Santana and Lily enjoyed one another's company. "Bake me a cake as fast," she started but was interrupted by the sound of her cell phone.

"Yes Brittany?" she sang, not even bothering to check the caller ID. She knew it was her wife.

"Hey, how are things going?" Brittany asked trying to sound casual but anyone who was on the phone would be able to hear the worry in her voice.

"Fine babe, we're just watching some TV before Lily's nap," Santana said trying to be patient, but the twenty minute updates she had to give were getting on her last nerve. But she did feel that this was an improvement so she was going to do it Brittany's way for a while. "How is the little man doing?" She asked, smiling at the thought of Jake in the kitchen. The boy loved food way too much.

"Really well, I may just have to fire Quinn and hire Jakey," she laughed, leaning back in her chair and putting her feet up on her desk.

"What'd Quinn do?" Santana asked, smiling down at Lily. She snuggled her way onto her mother's chest, her eyes slowly opening and closing as she watched Mickey.

"Puck's here and according to Rachel, Quinn's not happy about it," she said.

"She really needs to get a grip. Yes he cheated on her, but she either needs to move on or accept it and try to salvage their marriage. She can't keep being hot and cold with him," Santana said, happy that they were actually having a conversation rather than talking about how she was taking care of Lily.

"Yes but she has a right to be hot and cold San. I don't know what I would do if you cheated on me," Brittany said, lowering her voice incase Quinn was nearby. She didn't want her to know they were talking behind her back.

"Well you'll never have to worry about that baby," Santana said sincerely.

"You either babe," Brittany replied, smiling at the thought of their relationship. They have been through thick and thin together and she knew both would never ruin that.

"K well our little angel just fell asleep so I'm gonna go put her upstairs," Santana said quietly.

"Alright. Don't forget to keep the baby monitor with you at all times. And check on her even if she isn't crying," Brittany said panicked.

Santana sighed, so much for the nice moment. "I know Britt," she said.

"I love you Santana," Brittany said, feeling the need to express that she wasn't saying all these things because she didn't trust Santana. It was more for her than anything.

Santana smiled, "I love you too Britts. See you when you guys get home."

Brittany smiled, feeling more at ease after her phone call with Santana. She made her way passed the baking room, smiling when she saw Jake and Rachel working together. Deciding Rachel could handle Jake a few more minutes, she went to the front to check on Quinn.

"Whatever Quinn, I'll pick the kids up later," Puck said before storming out of the store. Obviously things hadn't gone well.

Quinn sighed before grabbing a dish cloth to wipe off the counter. Brittany saw the empty store and hoped Quinn and Puck hadn't scared the customers away.

"You okay?" Brittany asked, standing in front of the countertop.

Quinn looked up, startled to see Brittany. "Yeah, he just wanted to drop off some money for some of the bills," she said, her green eyes glazed over.

"Quinn you have a right to be angry," Brittany said, thinking back to the conversation her and her wife had just had. "He has a lot to make up for," she continued.

"I know. I just, I think I can forgive him. But I can't trust him anymore Britt, I don't trust him," she said with tears pouring out of her eyes.

"Aww Quinn," Brittany said, running around the counter to embrace her friend. She held onto her as Quinn cried into her chest.

"Honey we're home," Jake called out, throwing his backpack on the bench by the front door.

Brittany laughed, following him down the hallway and into the family room and adjoining kitchen. She spotted her wife and daughter crawling around on the floor in what seemed like a game of tag. Jake found this to be exciting and joined the pair, tickling Lily's feet as he crawled behind her. Brittany watched from the side with an amused grin.

"Hey guys, we missed you," Santana said when they finished, kissing her son's forehead before getting up to join Brittany. "Hey baby," she said, pecking Brittany on the lips.

"Hey," she smiled, hugging her wife. She held on tightly, feeling so thankful to have a woman like Santana.

Santana hugged back, a little confused at the sudden affection. Lately Brittany had been very standoffish so she welcomed the embrace rocking them back and forth gently.

"I'm hungry," Jake said, interrupting the pair.

Brittany lifted her head from Santana's shoulder in shock. "How can you be hungry? You practically ate out my entire bakery," she laughed.

Jake simply shrugged his shoulders before going back to playing with his sister.

Santana laughed, bringing Brittany back into her arms. She watched her children as the two hugged, smiling at the difference in Jake's attitude. Just one day with him having Brittany to himself had made him happier and nicer to his sister. This was a good change. She felt Brittany's body becoming limp against her. Pulling back, she saw the tiredness Brittany displayed.

"Why don't you go take a hot bath babe, I'll order a pizza and clean up a little," Santana said, running her hands over Brittany's flushed cheeks. She was surprised when Brittany nodded, not have expected her to leave Lily's side since she hadn't been with her all day. Maybe things were changing for the better.

Brittany picked up Lily, kissing her on the head before placing her back with Jake. She patted his head as she walked by, heading towards the staircase. When she made it to their room, she decided she was too tired to even make it to the bathroom so she kicked her shoes off before getting in bed.

TBC