A/N I'm getting depressed having to wait another three weeks for Glee. Here's an update!

Chapter 12
Santana's P.O.V

"You'll come back soon?" Angie asked me as she tightened her hold on me. She had grown so much since I last seen her.

"As soon as I can munchkin." I promised her as I pulled back from our hug. She had tears in her eyes. I stood up and put a hand on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms against my waist and hid her face in my hoodie, holding me closer to her. "You be good, okay?" I told her and I felt her nodding against me.

"Take better care of yourself, Santana." Abuela told me in a soft tone. I held smiled when I felt Angie nod against me once again.

"I'm doing my best." I looked up from my sister to look at my abuela silently telling her with my eyes what I could not say out loud because of Angie.

I had spent the weekend at my abuela's place. I had ignored all the texts and calls I have received in the last two days and finally decided it would be easier to just turn my phone off. I already knew what I would have to deal with when I got back to New York. It was still something I needed to do. Getting away from everything. It was getting hard to pretend I was trying to be strong for my sister because she needed to know I was doing okay despite of everything. If it was this hard for me, I couldn't even imagine how hard it must be for her. I was kind of grateful she was too young to realize the depth of everything.

"If you need anything…" Abuela never finished her sentence. I looked at her and nodded, I knew what she meant.

I looked back down at my sister. "I have to go back. I love you." I pulled her closer to me and I heard her let out a big sigh. She pulled back to look up at me. "I love you too." I smiled at her and she let me go. I walked up to my grandmother and placed a kiss of her cheek.

"Thank you." I whispered and she nodded at me, unshed tears in her eyes. I glanced at my sister one last time before turning around and walking away from my family.

I found an empty seat in the train and sat down letting out a breath of air I didn't even know I was holding. I was beyond tempted to get out of the train and just stay here but deep down I knew going back to New York was the right thing to do. I had to do this. For Angie.

I grabbed my bag and put in on my lap and took my phone out to turn it on again. Almost instantly it buzzed indicating me I had about a dozen of new texts and new voicemails. I read the texts. Most of them were from Sam but I had a few from Holly too. I didn't even bother to listen to the voicemails, figuring they were all from Sam anyway. I let my head fall on the headrest and thought about the talk I had with my grandmother.

"I just don't get it." I said and looked up to my grandmother. Angie had just fallen asleep and I didn't want to wake her. "You keep her away from me for months!" I whispered harshly. I looked over at my abuela who had finally decided to sit down on a couch across from me. She looked down, breaking eye contact with me. "And suddenly you invite me over for a whole weekend. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate it, I really do." I let out a big sigh. "I guess I just don't understand what made you change your mind." I admitted in a whisper.

"I got a phone call from one of your teacher a few months ago." I froze when I heard the words." She told me you weren't doing great." My grandmother stopped talking to look at my reaction. "She didn't say much, just what you have tried."

"And the logical conclusion was to keep me from my sister?" I asked her dumfounded.

"I didn't know what else to do! With everything that happened I guess I was just scared Angie would lose her sister too." My grandmother admitted, looking down at her hands. I opened my mouth to say something but closed it when my brain registered what she had just told me.

"I should have not done that. I'm sorry." My grandmother looked at me.

"I get it." I really did. But it still hurt. I stood up from the couch and looked down at my grandmother. "I'm going to be." I told her and didn't wait for an answer before getting out of the living room.

I was still a little bit angry about the way my grandmother handled everything but I understood where she was coming from. I kept telling myself that she did it for Angie and somehow it made everything just a little bit more bearable.

My phone buzzed in my hand and I looked down to see I had an incoming call. It was Holly. I brushed my thumb across the phone and answered it. "Hey Holly."

"Don't you Hey Holly me!" Came the reply. "Where the hell are you?" Holly asked me. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. She was way too worried for her own good.

"I'm on my way to New York." I answered her.

"From where?!" Holly asked me and I could tell from her tone that I really had worried her.

"I'll be there in like an hour. Can I come over, I kind of need to talk to you." I told her, completely ignoring the question she had just asked me.

"Of course sweet cheeks." Holly said, ignoring her own question. "What do you want to talk about?" She asked me.

I hold my breath for a second before finally deciding to tell her. "Brittany."

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