"Santana, you have to get up" I hear Brittany whisper into my ear but I just shut my eyes even tighter, knowing what I have to do today. I have to tell my parents AND the glee club. Could this day actually get any worse?

My eyes snap open when I hear the familiar faint sobbing coming from the doorway. "Mama" my heart breaks when Dylan lazily reaches out for me and I am quick to jump out of bed and take her in my arms. Her forehead is sweaty and her breathing is faster than usual.

"Hey, calm down baby Di" I say to her softly, moving the hair from her face just before she throws up all over the floor. My eyes go wide when her sobbing gets louder and her tears fall even faster. Yeah, this day did get worse.

"My belly hurts" Dylan tells me, looking like she is about to puke again so I quickly run towards the bathroom and sit her in front of the toilet. She throws up immediately and I rub her back with one hand while using the other to hold her hair back.

A hand cups my cheeks and I find myself looking into clear blue eyes. She smiles weakly at me and wipes away my tears that have escaped down my cheeks. "I hate it when she's ill" I breathe out in a small voice, it wavering slightly when I hear my daughter throw up again.

"Its probably just a bug and will be gone by tomorrow" she reassures me and I just nod my head before averting my eyes back to Dylan. "Quinn is cleaning up the puke right now, but do you want me to ask her to invite your parents over here instead of you going there?"

"Please, babe. But tell her not to say I'm here otherwise they might not come" I say to her, still not quite sure on how my parents will react to this whole thing. Will they support me? Hate me and not want anything to do with Dylan?

I hope not, it would be nice for Dylan to get on with my parents just like she does with Brittany and Quinn. "Sure" Brittany kisses the top of my head before leaving the bathroom to find Quinn.

Turning my attention back to my daughter, I see that she is just dry heaving into the toilet and not actually puking. "Baby, how about you coming lay on the couch downstairs with a blanket and I make you some of that nice soup you like?" I ask her when she turns to face me with a pout.

"Okay, mommy" she sniffs and clings to me, her body shaking slightly. She starts to whimper as I carry her through the house, rubbing her back gently with my free hand.

"I got you, sweetie" I whisper to her, laying her down on the couch gently and draping the fluffy blanket over her so that she stays warm. "Quinn have you got a bucket or something just in case she needs to throw up?" I ask Quinn, noticing that she has entered the room.

"Yeah, I'll get her some water too" she tells me with a small smile and I whisper a small thank you to her.

"Just relax, Dylan and don't move too much" I tell her when she starts to shuffle underneath the blanket. "How about I pop in a movie for you?" she smiles weakly at me and nods her head when I stand up.

Dylan's face goes pale and her hand flies to her mouth as her eyes go wide. "Quinn, HURRY NOW" I yell and Quinn quickly appears with a bucket and bottle of water. She puts the bucket on the floor next to where Dylan is laid and my daughter instantly leans over to throw up in it.

I am fast to slip in the DVD and then I move over to Dylan, tying up her hair in a messy bun so it doesn't go in her puke. "You're really good with her" Quinn comments as I rub Dylan's back.

"Its hard not to be when I love her as much as I do" I reply, blushing at the compliment and kissing the top of my daughters head as she snuggles into the blanket whilst fixing her eyes onto the TV. "I'll just go make you soup baby Di, just lay here and shout me if you need me" she nods her eyes.

I give her one last smile before walking through to the kitchen with Quinn. "Hey, your parents are coming now but they have no idea why. They don't even know you're here" Brittany tells me and my eyes widen slightly.

Oh fuck, my parents are on their way here. Like right now. "Mierda, oh mi dios, joder" I mumble under my breath as I frantically try to make Dylan her soup. "Estoy tan jodida" the doorbell rings and I pause for a second before quickly pouring the soup into a bowl.

"San, relax, everything is going to be fine. Go give Dylan her soup and I'll let them in" Brittany says to me, pecking my cheek as she walks past me. With a gulp, I walk back through to the living room to see Dylan dry heaving once more.

"Awe, Dylan" I coo to my daughter quietly when she lets out a pained whimper. Putting the soup down onto the coffee table, I sit down next to Dylan and pull her onto my lap. She curls into me and I rock her back and forth as she cries her little heart out while my own breaks at the sound of her sobs.

"Mama, it hurts so bad" she grips at my shirt and I can feel the wetness of her tears on my neck but I don't care.

"I know, baby, I know" I continue to rub circles on her back, trying to calm her down otherwise she is going to make herself even more ill with all her crying. "Just calm down, I'm right here and you're going to be okay" Dylan quickly scrambles out of my arms and throws up into the bucket.

She is still crying and my heart breaks over at the sight of her. This is the worse part of being a mom. I hate seeing her ill, I would much rather it be myself that is ill instead of my little girl. "Princess, come on. Let it all out" I never thought a three year old could even hold this much puke inside her body.

Dylan wipes her mouth with the back of her hand once she has finished and snuggles back into the blanket, "you eat your soup and I am just going in the kitchen to talk to these people. Just come get me if you feel any worse and I will tell Quinn to get you some special medicine."

"Okay, mommy" Dylan says quietly when I place the now cool soup onto her lap. I give her a look as to say 'don't spill it on Quinn's floor' and she giggles when I wink at her. "I love you, mama. Me and you,"

"You and me" I finish off our signature quote and kiss the top of her head before walking back into the kitchen. When I see the two people that I haven't seen for three years, tears immediately fills my eyes, "Mami, Papi."

Both of their heads turn around to face me in shock, their jaws hanging slack. "Santana" my mother whispers, tears streaming down their faces as they both pull me into a tight embrace.

"Where the hell have you been?" my Papi asks me while they both pull away from the hug. I sigh and take a seat at the kitchen island, smiling when Brittany wraps her arms around my waist from behind.

"New York" I tell them quietly, avoiding their eyes as I speak. "Three years ago I was raped" I tell them bluntly whilst wincing, not wanting to go into detail about the painful memory. They both gasp and I finally lift my eyes to meet theirs. Both have tears streaming down their faces and I have to bite back a sob.

"I lost my scholarship and used the money you gave me to buy an apartment in New York. About a month later" I pause and take a deep breath. Brittany's grip around me tightens and I am really glad that she is here right now. "A month later I found out I was pregnant and I couldn't tell anybody. I was too afraid."

"Santana" my Papi says but I shake my head to silence him.

"Let me finish, Papi" I tell him, knowing that if I have to keep stopping then I won't be able to finish. "When I was 5 months along, I started to show so I came back to Lima to break things off with Britt. I was broken because I knew I had no other choice" more tears fall from my eyes as I talk about the day in the choir room.

The images of Brittany's heartbroken face are flashing through my mind causing me to flinch. "It was the last thing I wanted to do, but I was so frightened of what might of happened if people knew what he did to me and that I was pregnant" I bring my hand to wipe my cheeks when I hear small footsteps coming into the kitchen.

"Mommy, I ate soup but it still hurts" Dylan is clutching her stomach and I can hear my parents let out small breaths when they see my daughter. I get up from the chair and scoop her up into my arms then sit her on top of the island.

"How about we get you some medicine? Quinn do you have any she could have?" I ask Quinn who is already looking through her cupboards.

"Mommy, no" Dylan refused when I pour the medicine onto the small spoon. She crosses her arms over her chest and a pout forms on her lips.

"Dylan, I know you hate it but you need to take the medicine if you want to feel better" I tell her softly and she nods her head before opening up her mouth widely. I feed her the medicine gently and she pulls a face as she swallows it. "Good girl, princess. See it wasn't so bad was it?"

"It was" Dylan argues and I giggle when the pout returns to her face.

"Don't use that pout on me" I tell her flicking her pouty lips playfully causing her to giggle and cuddle into me when I pull her little body into my arms. I love snuggling with her; she is so comfy and warm.

"Who dat?" Dylan asks me pointing to my Mami and Papi who are watching us both interact with pride in their eyes, making me feel a slightly less nervous about this whole thing.

"That is your Abuela and Abuelo; my mommy and daddy" I inform Dylan and her eyes go wide as she looks my parents up and down. They both chuckle at my daughter and wave at her. "Mami, Papi; this is my daughter, Dylan" they are glowing as I introduce them both and I feel my heart beating.

This is actually happening. My parents are actually okay with me having a daughter? "Nita, we are so proud of you" my Mami says, her eyes darting between me and Dylan. A beaming smile forms on my lips.

My parents down, now just the Glee club to go.

A/N: and that is part one of telling everybody the truth. Sorry for the longer wait than usual, I will try to get the new chapter up before the end of this week.

Favorite scenes? Lines? Characters? I'm in love with the Santana-Dylan relationship! Its too cute :)