Manda's Note: My back hurtss to much to actually leave a note here... i'm sorry. stupid me decided to give piggy back rides. but yea, enjoy!
"I just can't believe you let them come near you with a needle without someone there to hold your hand. Let me guess, is it something for your mother? One of those tacky biker 'mommy' hearts? She sure as hell deserves it after putting up with your ass for the past nineteen years."
She was pissed off at him to begin with and she wasn't quite sure why. That was just the mood she'd woken up in to find him already gone from her dorm room when her eyes opened. It was just easier to be pissy then admit that waking up without him in a strange room hundreds of miles away from home without so much as being able to locate him with a phone call had scared her. San had been born and spent her entire life in Lima, this whole being so far away from home thing wasn't something that she was transitioning to very well.
She never did well sleeping alone either and he knew that. That was one of Santana's needy times. Wither it had been laying beside Brittany at night or tangled together with Puck she'd always had someone in Lima. It was the time of night when her anxiety meds usually wore off and reduced her to the images, thoughts, and insecurities that couldn't get close to her during the day. Although the outside world wasn't ever allowed to see it Santana wasn't always the tough bitch she made herself off to be, ok so maybe she was but it wasn't for the reasons everyone thought it was.
"Can we not get into it now? It hurts like a bitch"
He rolled his eyes at her as he stood there in front of the mirror on the back of her door shirtless. She'd already glared her roommate out of the room. It was only the first week of classes and already they'd butted heads in the 'don't look at my boyfriend' department. If they were going to live in the same room together then the blonde chick needed to comprehend at least that much.
Normally him standing shirtless in front of her would have coaxed her into kisses and more instead, it infuriated her. She wasn't sure why exactly but it did. The stupid piece of gauze over his chest was making it worse, right over his heart. She had to hold herself back completely before she ripped it off of him not caring how bad it hurt.
"Just show me what it is Puck"
She wasn't in the mood to play games with him. Santana hated surprises, that was something he should have known better than anyone else. Half of the time surprises were mentioned they had a bad denotation with him. something was giving her the vibe that this surprise would be no better, maybe it was the warning smile that was on his face.
"Don't be mad ok? It was just something I felt like I had to do ok?"
Never good words, maybe she should of gotten up right then and left before they could fight. Instead though, he was walking closer to her, his hands reaching for upper arms to hold her back as she started to reach for the tape. Putting up a brave block she reached for the gauze and ripped it with no remorse as he cringed for a half of second. while still recovering from it he received a sucker punch right to the other side of his chest hard as she could manage. Wasn't like he hadn't expected it of course, still didn't mean it didn't hurt though.
"Constant reminder that you cheated on me for the rest of my life… thanks, actually no, not the rest of my life… the rest of your life, and don't worry it won't be that long because I'm going to strangle you the moment you get off of me."
It was probably a good thing he was laying on top of her holding her hands above her head or she might have actually tried to strangle him. He knew her to well to chance something like that. The 5-28-10 stood out red and swollen in black letters against his beach tanned skin. The date making her more uncomfortable then he'd managed to do in years. She couldn't even look him in the eyes.
"You know you're it for me Santana Maria. I just… she's my daughter."
Her jaw was still clenched and she still refused to look at him, his words made her feel no better. Just like they hadn't done the entire eight and a half months that Quinn had carried Beth.
"5… 2…8…1…0" Faithy traced her tiny fingers over the numbers engraved on her father's chest. It was still the early morning hours and he could hear his wife in their bathroom rinsing her mouth after morning sickness had gotten to her. Maybe he needed to lay off of his offers to make her breakfast in the mornings now. It didn't matter that he hadn't presumptuously done it, just the offer had sent her to her knees in front of the toilet bowl. Much as he felt bad, he wasn't about to regret it. "Daddy… whys you got that on your chest? Mommy gots a tattoo… she gots my name on her wrist" Her question help him back a second. He wasn't about to explain to his young daughter that he was a fuckup when he was sixteen. Someday when she was older maybe then he'd attempt to explain it to her. Trying to explain to a nearly five year old that somewhere she had an eighteen year old half sister that her mommy hadn't carried in her tummy wasn't going to happen. Instead kissed his daughter's forehead and tucked a messy curl behind her ear. "I love you Faith. I love you and your mommy" He whispered as Santana who was now in the doorway smirked at him, one day he'd have to get himself out of the sticky mess he'd created eighteen years ago once again. Santana was just glad it wasn't her.
