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( A/N: I do not condone any type or violence or abuse, it is only for the plot of the story. )

Santana's POV

Once I had dragged Brittany upstairs, we decided to watch a movie. Then we talked, a lot.

I woke up to the sound of chirping birds. I slowly roll over and see Brittany peacefully sleeping. I smile and place a kiss on her nose. She stirs a little, making me giggle. Then the alarm clock catches my attention. I gasp, quickly sitting up.

"Brittany! Brittany!" I shake her. "Brittany, you need to wake up. The girls will be any minute."

Her eyes snap open and she shoots up, "What?!"

"It's 10:15 we slept in."

She rubs her eyes. "What?"

"We slept in." I repeat.

"Well I better get going." She sighs, slipping out of the bed. I follow her.

"Brittany you really don't have to…"

She smiles at me and kisses my nose. "Thanks San, and as much as I want to stay here with you. I have something to do…and I think we should just wait until that's done with."

I nod. "Yeah your right."

She grabs her jacket, and puts on her shoes. "Thanks again San. I had fun."

"Well I'm glad." I smile back, following her out the door and down the hallway.

I open the front door, and she steps out.

"Bye." She pouts.

"Bye." I say, "Just be…careful." I bite my bottom lip and watch as she waves, heading to her car. I watch her car pull out of the driveway and disappear down the street. I stand there for a little while and then return to the living room. Just as I fall onto the sofa, there's a knock at the door.

I sigh and hurry to the front door. I open it revealing Nina, Sofia and Valerie.

"Mami." The girls cheer.

"Hey hija's." I smile, cuddling them.

"Come in." I say, pulling away.

"So how are you Nina?"

"Good thank you." Nina says, following me into the kitchen. The girls scatter up stairs. "And you? I mean, this can't be easy on you." Nina frowns.

I sigh, and shrug. "Coffee?"

"Uh yes please, milk, no sugar."

I nod, preparing the coffee. "So how were the girls?"

"They were great. Sofia did really well. Bedtime was a struggle, but we got there in the end."

I pout.

"Santana its fine."

I slowly nod, letting out a little sigh. "Thanks Nina."

Nina nods, "Well Michael-"

"I do care about him, you know?"

Nina frowns, obviously what I said catching her by surprise.

"I mean, he is the father of my daughters. And without him, there wouldn't be either of them. But I just, I just don't feel comfortable knowing his around them at the moment. Of course I let them visit and-"

"No, no Santana you don't need to explain to me." Nina says, holding up her hand. "As a mother you have to make what you think are the best choices for your children."

I shoot her a sad smile. "Thanks." I say, brushing the hair out of my face.

'Mami. Mami." Valerie squeals, running into the kitchen. "Look." She says, holding up small barbie doll. "Did you get this for me?"

"Me?" I say, pointing to myself. "No way." I tease. "Someone must really love you."

Valerie giggles and runs over hugging my legs, "Thanks mami."

"You're very welcome Val." I smile. "Now where's Sof?"

Valerie cocks her head and shrugs.

I frown, "So did you have fun with grandma?" I say handing Nina her coffee.

"Yes." Valerie smiles, taking a seat at the dining table. "Grandma bought us ice-cream."

"Shhh. That was out secret." Nina laughs.

"Whoopsie." Valerie giggles.

"Well that was very nice of Grandma, wasn't it? Did you say thank you?"

Valerie nods.

"Good girl, mija…Thanks Nina."

"No worries." Nina says, taking a sip of her coffee.

Suddenly I can feel my phone vibrate in the back pocket of her my cheerleading shorts. I pull it out, reading the text message.

Miss you already :)-Britt

I smile, and bite my bottom lip, typing back a reply.

Miss you too Britt. Be careful. -Tana

"A new love interest Santana?"

"Sorry." I look up at Nina, a smirk sat upon her face.

"I know what a young women in love looks like Santana." She smiles, placing down her coffee.

"Uh...I guess you could say that." I smile, scratching the back of my head. "Excuse me for a second." I mumble, "It's a little too quite." I slip the phone back into my pocket, and run upstairs. I frown searching the upstairs level but no sign of Sofia. "Sof?" I call out. "Sof?" Still no reply, I run into her bedroom, and there she sits on her bed. "Sofia." I sigh. "What are you doing mija?" I say and take a seat next to her. She looks up at me, and I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ears.

"Mami." She whispers.

"What is it mija?" I frown.

"I missed you."

I pout, "I missed you too."

"I love you." She whispers, wrapping her arms around me.

I laugh, "I love you to Mija. Do you remember how to say, I love you, in Spanish."

She pulls away, and frowns, tapping her chin. "Te Amo." She beams.

"Bien Hecho. Now mami has a surprise for you." I say, lifting her up, and taking her over to the open upstairs living room, and lift the baby doll of the couch. She has large brown eyes, and similar caramel skin and a head of dark hair.

"Gracias." She says, taking the doll of me.

I kiss her head, "You're very welcome."

Brittany's POV

I pull up to Michael's house, my finger nervously tapping against the steering wheel. I contemplate wether to just turn around and go home. But somehow I manage to collect enough confidence to get out of the car and stride up the foot path to Michael's front door. I take a deep breath and ring the doorbell. After a few brief moments it opens. Michael stands in the doorway; somehow stubble had grown over night or had I just not noticed that, and he had a black suit on, but the shirt looked a bit ruffled, like it hadn't been ironed.. "Brittany." He smiles. "Come in."

I smile back, giving him a slight nod and follow him to the living room. We sit on the couch; I sit on the opposite end. "Michael we need to talk." I say, peering around nervously, looking for any clue, that suggests he had been drinking, but I couldn't find any.

"What's up?" Hey says, leaning back on the sofa, spreading out his arms.

"I don't exactly know how to say this…but, I-I."

He frowns and sits up, "Are-Are you breaking up with me?"

I gulp, the lump in my throat making it almost impossible to swallow. "Yeah." I whisper. He jumps to his feet. "I'm really sorry Michael, but I didn't know how much longer we would last." I say, slowly getting on my feet, my knees shaking nervously.

"How could you?" He frowns.

"Michael I'm sorry." I whisper, looking down at my feet, fidgeting with my fingers.

"I thought we were fine and it's the whole Sofia situation isn't it." He says, taking a step closer, our faces inches apart, his hot breaths against my face.

"No. It's just. Michael I don't want to be with you anymore. I'm sorry if that's harsh but…" I stare at him, his face completely blank and expressionless. "I'm sorry." I whisper, "But we were over a long time ago Michael." I turn around, but he grabs my arm.

"If you walk out here Britt. I'll make sure you regret it."

At that moment I began to feel light headed. He had just threatened me. "Michael." I say, my voice shaky. "Let go." And before I know it, I feel his hand swipe across my cheek. I wince, losing my balance and land on the floor. I touch my cheek, it stings. I crawl backward and hurry to my feet, as fast as my weak legs can lift me.

"Is there someone else?" He yells, taking a step closer. Every step closer he takes is another step away I take. I shake my head. Then he pushes me against the wall, pinning me by my arms. "How could you do this to me?" I open my mouth but nothing but a soft yelp comes out. His grip tightens, and his face fumes. "let go." I manage to say.

He stares at me and slowly his grip loosens, and he takes a step back, burying his face in his hands. "I'm sorry I'm sorry. I love you." I feel my breathe getting heavier and without taking any chances I bolt out the door. I slam the door behind me as I get in the car, quickly trying to put the keys in the ignition, my fingers shake but I somehow manage. I turn the keys, staring the engine and pull out of the drive way. This was clearly an experience I would never forget.

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