A/N Alright so I love you guys' suggestions and i have made a note to myself to include the things you asked for in the coming chapters. This chapter has a little more Nate/Santana interaction and continues the Rachel's party story line. I would also like to know how you guys feel about a Faberry relationship? As always patience, reviews, and suggestions are much appreciated.

The girls' first day went by in a flash and before they knew it the couple was headed out the door and to the car. Just as Santana was getting in the driver's seat she heard what had to be the most annoying voice on the planet Earth.

"Brittany! I was hoping to talk to you!" Rachel called as she ran across the parking lot.

"Oh can we talk about it tomorrow we were just on our way home?" Brittany asked

Santana internally thanked her girlfriend for not starting up a conversation.

"I was just going to ask you if you and Santana wouldn't mind helping me plan a party at my house on Friday?" Rachel persisted. No, no, no thought Santana

"Oh okay sure!" Brittany said smiling, "Let's talk more about it tomorrow." Damn it, thought Santana

"Sounds good!" Rachel said as she walked back to the building.

"Baby! I don't want to help Manhands plan her stupid prude party!" Santana added in a pout hoping it would help her to get out of having to help.

"Oh come on San! It won't be that bad, plus this is a way for us to make sure it's not a stupid prude party. This is a way to make sure we have fun at this party."

"I guess you're right I just don't want to Berry to get in the habit of thinking she can come to me with shit" Santana stated.

"In other words you don't want her to think that you're her friend."

"Exactly!" Santana said, pulling out of her parking space.

When the girls reached Brittany's house Santana turned off the engine as Brittany walked towards the door. When they entered the house the first thing they saw was Nate sitting on the couch while Kelly lectured him about something. Brittany's mom realizing the girls had walked in, took them into the other room and told them what was happening. As Brittany and her mother continued to talk, Santana interjected and said "mind if I talk to him Ms. P". "At this point I am desperate go for it!" she responded.

"Hey kiddo!" Santana greeted Nate with a ruffle of his hair. "Let's go for a walk."

The two started out the door and towards the park. About halfway down the street Nate said "I know it was wrong, you don't have to give me some sort of lecture, mom already did that."

"I wasn't planning on it. I was planning on taking you to the park, I figured you could use a break from the lecturing" Santana replied looking at the clouds in the sky.

When they got to the park the two casually began kicking a soccer ball around and about an hour later they sat on the swings worn out. Nate was laughing at some stupid joke Santana had gotten from Quinn in history today. When the laughing finally died out, Nate spoke.

"I wish I hadn't done it, he just made me so mad, I mean why would someone say that?"

Santana thought back to what Ms. Pierce had said happened at school with Nate.

"Tell me what happened" Santana said feigning innocence.

"I was in class and Axel came up to me, he said his aunt had met my dad in California and that they had started dating. He told me that my dad had told his aunt that he moved because I was a mistake and because he didn't want to have to deal with me. Then he told me that was why dad didn't ask me to move with him. He knew so much that I had never told anyone and he kept giving me this smirk like he knew more about my own dad then I did. It got to me. So I punched him."

Santana could see the tears forming in Nate's eyes. She watched as a single tear rolled down the thirteen year olds cheek, Nate quickly wiped it away not wanting Santana to see him cry.

"This guy's name is Axel right?" Santana asked.

"Yeah," Nate responded.

"Sounds like a stupid name to me," Santana said. "Where'd you clock him?"

"Right side of his jaw" Nate answered smiling a bit.

"That ought to leave a nice bruise. Did I ever tell you about the time I punched Stacey Miller in the seventh grade?"

"No."

"Yeah well, she was picking on your sister, she kept telling people that your dad had left because Brittany wasn't a good enough daughter and because he didn't love her. It made me so angry, I just punched her right in the middle of the lunch line. The point is I had hit a lot of people before that and I hit a lot of people after that but that remains the only one I can remember. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because it wasn't about me. That punch was for Brittany. And in that moment it just felt right to punch the crap out of her, but looking back on it that punch is the one I regret the most, because it was fueled by some jealous idiot who wanted to bring Britt down. I let her get to me and I know that isn't what Brittany wanted, but I wasn't strong enough to block her out. The whole point of that story is that there are always going to be people who are jealous of your happy life. There are always going to be people who want to make you mad, and at the end of the day real strength is shown by walking away. Now I don't know why your dad left but honestly it is his loss. The most important thing to remember is no matter what you have at least three people who love you with all their heart: your mom, Britt, and me. Got it kid?"

Nate nodded.

"Alright we better head back," Santana stood from her swing and reached out her hand to her girlfriend's brother.

Nate took her outstretched hand as he wrapped his arms around Santana and gave her a hug.

Santana hugged him back "It doesn't matter that your dad left because you are loved kiddo, so much" she whispered.