Authors Note: So, sorry for the cliffhanger last chapter. I just couldn't continue because there is so much more to the story. But, I hope you like it.

"Oh shit, I am so sorry, I didn't…"

"Santana?"

In unison Rachel and Quinn reply, "Brittany?"

"Hey guys. What are you doing here? How have you guys been?"

Brittany takes everyone in a single hug starting with Rachel and moving onto Quinn and hugging me last. I can't believe it; she's standing in front of me. But wait, is that a little boy?

"H-hi Brittany. W-what are you doing? W-who's this little guy?" I lean down and look at him as he smiles at me; I notice how much he looks like Brittany. He has beautiful blonde hair and these gorgeous blue eyes. "Hey little guy, what's your name?" He hides his face behind Brittany's legs.

"It's okay Max, say hi. She's my best- she's my friend, baby. Its okay, come here big guy." She picks him up and I admire their bond. It's comforting to watch them interact. "He must be tired. We were at the park earlier feeding the ducks. I was headed home right now. Where are you guys going?"

Who is this little boy and why is he so attached to Britt? Is it her son? No, it can't be. I know Britt would be more careful when it comes to that sort of thing. It can't be. Maybe it's her little brother?

"We were going to eat at the diner down the street. Want to join us?" Quinn suggests knowing how my mind is somehow working and not being able to construct a proper sentence. I shot a glare towards her and she returns the glare as in response to my mental abuse.

"Sorry guys I can't, I need to get home so he can take a nap." Brittany says with a soft smile.

She looks so beautiful, I can't stop staring. I really wish she would come to eat with us but I'm not even saying anything. God, she's beautiful.

"Wait, you live here in New York?" I started, finally getting a grip on myself, "When did you move to New York Britt? Why did you never tell me you were here?" my voice started increasing without intention, "Why did you leave like that?! Do you know how much I blamed myself for you leaving! No, you probably have no idea because there was no letter, no call, no text message, no email, NOTHING. No, you know what no. I don't want to do this. I can't. I just, I can't. I'm leaving." And with that I turned on my heel and started walking back to the loft. I could feel the tears starting to appear and as I felt on falling down my cheek, I heard the sentence that changed everything I thought I knew.

"Santana, wait! Max is my son. He's my baby. He just turned one two weeks ago. Don't leave please."

Did she just say that it's her son?

"I think we should go back to the loft, Max looks really tired and he can take a nap there. Come on." Quinn knew we needed to talk because this changes everything.

We walked back in complete silence, Rachel asking Britt about how she was doing, how Max was doing, where she was living. Minor details but enough so it wasn't awkward as we walked back to the loft. Finally arriving to the loft, I go straight to my room and ignore Quinn trying to call my attention.

Quinn comes into my room anyways and just sits on the edge of my bed before saying anything.

"Santana… Look at me."

"I can't. I don't want too Quinn. It's not fair. She made love to me and then disappears. I thought it was all my fault." Trying to hold back my sobs but it's hopeless. Quinn sits closer to me. "I thought I had pushed her to be something she didn't want to be. Now she has a one year old son and I don't get it. Quinn, I still love her. I'm still in love with her. What if she's marr-"I couldn't afford to think like that but the idea was lingering and it wasn't something I wanted to think about, "NO! I refuse to believe that. I can't do this, Quinn. I just can't." I'm a mess, tears just streaming down my face. Quinn is hugging me tight, whispering things like it's okay and it'll be okay.

"She really hates me huh?"

"No don't say that Britt. She's just hurt and confused. She thinks, well actually, I don't know what she thinks."

"I so fucked up Rachel. I left her after I told her I wouldn't. I made love to her and then I left. Just like that. I left because I was…."

"You were what Britt?"

Rachel and Brittany look up to find Quinn standing in the hallway.

"I was pregnant."

"Well, that's uh, definitely something. But well, Santana wants to see you but just don't push her too much. She's really hurt and she's blaming herself for everything that happened. You disappearing, what happened at Rachel's house, she's heartbroken Britt…"

"I know it's my entire fault. But I have to fix this." And with that Brittany got up and walked away from the living room towards Santana's room since Max was sleeping in Quinn and Rachel's bed.

Brittany knocked on the Santana's door, "Santana?" She slowly pushed open the door to see Santana curled up in a ball on her bed. Brittany's heart clenches with pain to watch her brunette so broken. This was the first time Britt had seen her like this and it was new to Brittany but her mother instincts kicked in and she closed the door behind her and walked towards her and sat on the edge of the bed and put a hand on her arm, hoping she wouldn't pull away and to her surprise she didn't pull away.

"Why did you leave me?" was all Santana said.

"I'm sorry, San. I really am" Brittany lets out a sigh, but continues. "I was two months pregnant when I slept with you. I didn't know it at the time. But in those two weeks I started to avoid you, I found out. I didn't know how to-" she stops trying to hold back the tears but failing. Brittany doesn't want to continue telling the one person she loves that she was scared of her rejection.

"Britt," Santana sits up, sitting next to Brittany taking her hand into her own. "I was, I mean, I am your best friend. You could have told me and I would have done everything I could to take care of you, to protect you. You know this Britt, why wouldn't you tell me?"

"Because I was scared!" Brittany shouted as she pulled away from Santana.

"Of what Britt?! I had already told you I loved you and that I just wanted you. What could you have possibly been so scared of!" Santana was feeling frustrated.

"Of what you would think of me! I thought you would never want to be with me once you found out I was pregnant." Brittany said letting out a sigh. As she looked up at Santana, she was crying, tears falling down her face.

"I could never think that Britt. I love you, Britt, shit; I'm still in love you! I thought you left because of me. I thought it was all my fault and I blamed myself day in and day out." Santana trying to hold back the tears, let out a sigh. "And then senior year started I was praying that you would show up on the first day of school in your Cheerios uniform and that you would look at me and tell me that it was our year. I was hoping that you would show up to Glee club and you would sit next to me. I," Santana stops and lets out a sigh and tries to gather her thoughts, "I thought you would show up the day Finn told everyone at school that I was a lesbian and you would be there to hold me as I cried myself to sleep that night." Tears started escaping the Latina's eyes and she still tried to be strong. Santana took a deep breath and continued, "I love you so much that I was willing to forget everything from junior year JUST so I could have my best friend, Britt."

At that moment, Brittany got up and went towards Santana and pulled her into a hug. Santana didn't fight back, she just hugged Brittany back. This was home, right here, in Brittany's arms. This was where Santana belonged.

Santana looked up at Brittany and without even thinking. The Latina cupped her cheek, wiping away a stray tear and she leaned in towards Brittany's lips. The minute their lips touched, it was like everything was perfect. Brittany's soft lips was, no, is exactly what Santana needed. All Santana ever wanted was Brittany, to kiss her, to hug her, to cuddle with her. As she realized what she was doing, Santana pulled away.

"Britt, I'm sorry. You must be married or have a boyfriend. I mean, Max's dad. I'm sorry."

"Santana," Brittany lets out a sigh, "I'm not married, and I don't have a boyfriend, I live with my mom and dad."

"Wait, if you're living with your parents and you don't have a boyfriend then who is the father?"

"San… I don't think I should tell you that. I am perfectly fine being a single mother with the help of my parents. It doesn't matter anymore." Brittany looked away, not wanting to see the look in Santana's eyes.

"Brittany Susan Pierce," Santana started, breathing calmly trying not to get mad, "Who is Max's dad? I promise I won't get mad, please just tell me. Please."

"Santana, I'm not ready to tell you who his dad is. I'm not ready to tell you who the dad is because when I told him, he said it wasn't true. He said that I slept around and that it wasn't his. But…"

"Brittany, look at me." Santana looks at Brittany and their eyes finally meet and lock for a while before Santana continues, "I love you, and I don't think you would cheat on anyone. I won't judge you for what happened, because it happens, and after everything we have been through, I still love you. I will always love you. I am in love with you, Brittany Susan Pierce and I will be yours, no matter what."

"Artie" Brittany says with a sigh.

"What?"

"Artie is Max's father."

Santana sat down on her bed thinking she was going to pass out. Artie was the father and he had said that Brittany was sleeping around. Brittany wouldn't do that. But she did sleep with you Santana, knowing that she was with Artie. No, Brittany isn't like that even if she did sleep with Santana.

"Say something, please?" Brittany brought Santana back from her thoughts.

"I just don't know what to say. I mean, why would he say you were sleeping around when I know you could never hurt anyone because it breaks your heart to do so anyways." Santana let out a sigh, "Brittany, why didn't you tell me. I would have done anything to help you. I would have gone to the doctor with you. I just-" there was a knock in the door and Quinn opens the door.

"I hate to interrupt but Max is asking for his mommy? And someone named Papa?"

"That would be my dad." Brittany said with a small smile. "Okay, I'm coming." Brittany got up and headed towards the door but stopped and looked back at Santana before asking, "Santana, do you want to meet Max?"

Santana looked up from her feet and met Brittany's eyes. She let out a sigh with a small smile starting to grow on her face and replied, "Sure Britt, I would love too." And with that small smile, Santana follows Brittany to the room across the hall.

"Hey baby, did you have a nice nap?" he smiles at her and nods his head.

"Mamma!" was all he said as he stretched out his arms towards her. Brittany hugs him and kisses the top of his head. I always knew Brittany would be a great mom, its part of who she is.

"Max, this is Aunty Tana. Can you say hi baby?"

"Hi" he whispers and waves at Santana while hiding his face.

"Hi Max, you look so much like your mommy. You are a handsome little guy aren't you! Can I have a hug Max?" Max hesitated not knowing the brunette very well. He was always very reserved and since Brittany had left Lima, she didn't have many friends in New York so Max wasn't used to anyone other than her parents really. But Max caught everyone off guard when he opened his arms and leaned towards Santana. Santana took him in her arms and kept talking to him praising how big he was and how handsome he was and how much she loved his hair. Some time went by and they had seemed like they were best friend until Santana realized she was hungry.

"I forgot we were going to eat when we bumped into you and I'm starving." Santana stated while she looked up towards Brittany, "Are you hungry Britt?" Santana questioned while playing with Max on her lap. He really was a very special boy.

"Mommy hungry." Was all Max said, earning a laugh from both Brittany and Santana.

"Yeah, I kind of am and apparently so is Max. We should check on Quinn and Rachel. Which by the way, when did they get together?" Brittany asked while following Santana and Max into the living room.

"Mmm, maybe a couple of months after you left. Or was it summer? Honestly," Santana said with a small laugh, "They had always had it out for each other. I mean, it was bound to happen sooner or later, but I'm just happy that they are happy, especially with everything that happened to Quinn and then Rachel. It was like they became friends only to fall in love with each other." Santana finished off with a small smile on her face.

"They fell in love with their best friend, just like I did." Was all Brittany said while looking at Santana. Their eyes locked and you could see the love forming in Brittany's eyes. She was still in love with Santana and she didn't know if having Max would change how the brunette felt towards her. It was a scary thought knowing that she could lose her, for good this time.

"Yeah, exactly like us, Britt. But you know what, I still love you and if you'll let me, I want to be with you. Publicly and happily together."

"I'm so yours, San, proudly so."