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I nervously looked around and fiddled with my thumbs. Lizzy was sitting next to me, kicking her feet back and forth. We were waiting for my mother in the airport. Brittany didn't come with us because she had to fill in for this ballet instructor. Before she left for work, I begged her to skip so she can come with me. Brittany only told me to stop being a baby and gave me a smell kiss. She told me to bring Lizzy instead. I felt a small tug on my shirt and looked down. Lizzy was beginning to grow bored.

"What are we doing here, Tana?" She yawned out as she slumped against the blue plastic chair.

I smiled and ruffled her bangs. She was tired and bored, I couldn't blame her. "We're here to pick up my Mami."

Lizzy's nose crinkled as she stared at me, "Why?"

I lightly shrugged and gave her a small kiss on her forehead. I didn't want her to know anything else about the custody battle between her sperm donor and Brittany. She might be confused or something. I eyed Lizzy carefully as she spotted a Baskin Robbins. I was about to pull out some money to buy her some ice cream, but I spotted a familiar figure approaching us.

"Who's that?" Lizzy pointed.

I rolled my eyes and gently pushed her hand down, "Don't point, Liz. It's rude."

"Sorry." She mumbled, "But who's she?"

I looked up and saw the figure standing in front of us. I sighed and replied to the blonde kid, "Liz this is my Mami."

My mother smiled and opened her arms towards me. I gingerly got up and hugged her. I wasn't really in a mood to hug my mom. I mean, when I got home in Lima she was the only one that seemed to be really happy to see me. We released each other from our hug and things became really awkward.

"Sooo…" I began, but Lizzy cut me off. She was asking for some ice cream.

I glanced at my mother and saw her staring at Lizzy. I guess she's wondering whose kid that is. I bit the inside of my cheek and looked back at Lizzy with a smile. I nodded at her and told my mom that we're getting ice cream. I could see a faint smile on her face as she nodded. As Liz and I walked off to the Baskin Robbins stand, I can feel my mom's eyes watching us.

When we got our ice cream, I grabbed my mom's bags, despite her protests, and told her to follow me to my car. We got in the car and a silent drive to the apartment came about. When we got home, Lizzy ran off inside the building and I told her to stop running or else she'll hurt herself. My mother and I went inside and found Liz standing by the elevator doors.

I heard my mom chuckle and I looked at her as we approached the opening elevator doors. I stuck out a lip and asked, "What?"

"Nothing, mija." She said and we went inside the elevator.

When we got to our floor, Lizzy ran off again to our apartment number and I huffed with frustration. She could seriously hurt herself! She could trip and hurt her knee or she could break an arm or hit her head or—

"Stop worrying, mija." My mom cracked a smile.

"I-I wasn't worrying!" I said as we went inside the apartment.

"I know that look." She said as she looked around the place, "Your Papi had that same look on his face when you were that child's age."

I rolled my eyes and decided to change the subject, "Are you hungry?"

I watched as my mother nodded as she made her way to the couch. Rapid footsteps came towards us and I looked towards the source. Lizzy was dancing in circles. I mentally smacked myself. I shouldn't have bought the large strawberry milkshake for the kid. She's on a sugar high.

"MOMMY'S GONNA BE HOME SOON!" Lizzy cheered as she grabbed my hands and tried to dance with me.

I laughed and picked Lizzy up. I gave her a big kiss on her cheek and grinned, "Totally. She'll be here…" I quickly gazed at the time and turned back to Liz, "…About 10 minutes. When she gets here we can go get some pizza with my Mami."

"PIZZA!" Lizzy repeated gleefully.

In the corner of my eye, I saw my mom having a nostalgic look on her face. I didn't question it though. She always gets like this when she watches her Hispanic soap operas. I gently placed Lizzy down and watched as she skipped off to her room. I trudged over next to my mom and plopped myself down on the couch.

"When I got here, I thought she was just some kid that you stole." My mother joked.

I scoffed, "Mami please. I may have shop lifted when I was a teen but stealing children?"

She chuckled at my response and asked, "So I'm assuming it's your roommate's child?"

I stiffly nodded. I totally forgot that I didn't tell her that Liz was Brittany's and that Brittany and I were together. I wonder if she'll flip out. I sighed heavily and said, "Yeah. She's like worried about the trial I told you about on the phone."

I looked at my mom and saw her pondering. She looked at me and said, "When your roommate gets back we can discuss it over pizza."

"Um… How about tonight with some wine?" I suggested, "I don't want Liz to here us…I-I mean sh-she—"

Suddenly a click of a lock being unlocked was heard. Both our heads turned towards the door and I saw Brittany coming in with a drawstring bag on her shoulders. She was still a bit sweaty and her hair was in a messy ponytail. My eyes wondered and I saw that her black yoga's fitted her legs perfectly and I think I could see her abs through that white tank top.

"Hey Maribel!" Brittany greeted cheerfully. "I would hug you but I'm kind of sweaty."

I faked a scowl and said, "No hi for me?"

Brittany grinned, "I saw you like two hours ago, San. Anyway, lemme just take a quick shower and I'll meet up with you guys!"

I watched as Brittany rushed off to our bedroom to go freshen herself up. I looked back at my mom and saw her with questioning eyes. I sheepishly grinned and asked if having pizza for dinner was okay.

"You didn't tell me you were living with Brittany." She said.

I shrugged.

"Santana…"

I huffed dramatically and told her that I would explain the whole story to her over dinner. She gave me this Lopez stare and nodded. A squeal came from Lizzy's room and my mother and I ran off to her room. When we got there, I couldn't help but grin when I saw Brittany giving Lizzy a raspberry on the kid's stomach. I approached the two blondes and joined in by tickling Lizzy.

"O-OKAY! ST-STOPP!" Lizzy wheezed with laughter.

Brittany and I looked at each other with grins and listened to the little bugger. I stood back up and said, "Alright. Pizza time!"

"PIZZA! PIZZA! PIZZA!" Lizzy shouted and ran out.

Brittany glanced over to me and a smile crept on her beautiful lips. "You gave her sugar, Miss Lopez?"

I brought my hands up in defense, "I did no such thing, Miss Pierce."

Soon we went out for pizza and an hour later of talking, mostly from Liz since she wanted to get to know my mom better, we found ourselves back home. At home, I knew we had to start discussing the trial, so I offered Lizzy my laptop so she could watch all her little Disney and Pixar movies. As I got the movie all set up for the kid, I could hear some words being exchanged in the kitchen between my mom and Brittany.

"You okay, Tana?" Lizzy asked as she rested her head against mine.

I sighed and smiled at her. "Yeah, kiddo. Here I got Monsters Inc. in there."

"YESS!" Lizzy cheered, "I love the blue monster! He's like a giant fur ball!"

"Yup." I replied. I bent down and gave her a kiss on the head, "I gotta talk to my mom and Britt. If you need anything holler, got it?"

"Yes ma'am." She said and gave a small salute.

I chuckled and saluted back. I walked over to the kitchen and found Brittany with two glasses filled with red wine. Currently she was filling the third glass and handing it to my Mami. I smiled and sat down next to Brittany. She handed me my glass and I quickly chugged the wine down.

"Ay, mija." My mom commented, "You might choke!"

I rolled my eyes and said, "Can we like just talk? I think me choking is less important right now."

Brittany pouted and lightly shoved me with her shoulder. "I think it's important."

"I-I…Wh-Whatever." I stammered.

I looked at my mom and saw her smiling. I glared at her, trying to make her stop but her smile just grew. I huffed with annoyance and said, "ANYWAY! Britt, can you tell my Mami what's going on?"

Brittany nodded and looked at my mom with a serious expression now. I poured myself another drink as I listened to the conversation. My eyes bounced back and fourth from my mother and to Brittany. When Brittany was done telling my mom the whole story, my eyes were now trained on her. She seemed to be in deep thought and besides me, I can feel Brittany growing nervous. I grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled her glass, which she was grateful for since she took a huge sip.

Suddenly my mom pulled out a brief case, which I failed to notice that she had and she took out some papers. She pulled out a pen and told Brittany what she was supposed to sign and what some of the terms meant. As they did this, my attention was suddenly elsewhere. I played with my drink and stared out the window.

There isn't any reason that Chris would want Liz. Just meeting him that first time when we were at the Puckermans proved that he'll be a lousy father. He showed up drunk! I mean if he did win I could always kidnap Lizzy back…but I'd be arrested. But it'd be worth it. Yeah, I could grab a chloroform rag and knock him out and then steal Liz back then Brittany would be all over me. I grinned, imaging the hot sex we'd have if I did that—

"-tana!"

"Huh?" I was broken from my train of thought.

Two pairs of eyes were looking at me with amused looks. I blushed and forced a scowl upon my lips. "What?" I snapped.

Brittany giggled, "Having an awesome day dream?"

"…Maybe."

"Mija, as much as I would hate to break your thinking process I need you to sign these." My mom said as she handed me some papers that looked like something else besides the custody battle stuff.

"Guardianship papers?" I asked as I shuffled through them.

"Totally." Brittany said.

"Why?"

Brittany blushed and suddenly looked shy, "Well…Cause I want you to have her if…y'know something happens to me..?"

I suddenly became alarmed, "Wh-What? Why did something happen? Is the fucking mafia after you? I swear to god, I will go all Lima Heights and I just came back from hell almost a month ago—"

I stopped when I felt hands grasping mine. I looked straight at Brittany's eyes and saw love in them. Well not really, but I swear to god I could. I grinned goofily at her and felt my cheeks heating up. She's so beautiful.

"San, nothing's going to happen me, but I know Lizzy has grown really attached to you and…well I want you to have her when something happens to me." Brittany murmured.

I intertwined my fingers with Brittany's and said, "B, I swear nothing's gonna happen to you. I promise to freakin' protect you and Liz no matter what."

Brittany leaned in and brushed her lips against mine. She pulled back and smiled oh so beautifully, "I know. That's why I love you so much."

"Ahem."

I jumped and looked over to my mom. Shit, for a second I forgot she was here. I quickly pulled my hands back and questioned my mom. "You just saw us…kiss."

"Yeah, I know." She replied as she stacked the papers Brittany already signed, "Brittany told me that you two are courting while you were with Lizzy in the room. Anyway, mija can you sign these? Tomorrow Brittany will take me to the court house and everything and I need these signed."

"Y-Yeah, sure." I replied and grabbed the pen to sign.

Once I was finished I watched my mom packing the papers back into her brief case. She then made eye contact with me and Britt. She unfolded her hands and broke into a calm and friendly smile. The smile that I rarely saw on her when I was younger. I think that smile is a good thing.

"Now that's taken care of, we should catch up." She said.

Brittany's eyes lit up with joy, "Totally!"

For the next 20 minutes, I listened to their conversation. I didn't really have much to say to be honest. I missed out on a lot these past eight years. Brittany constantly went back and forth from LA to Lima since she and Liz would tag along with the Puckermans when they visit Lima every summer. I gingerly sipped my wine and continued to listen. This time my mom was talking about all the cases she's done on custody battles. I nodded and made small comments whenever I felt it was the need for me to speak.

"So tell me," Said my mother, "How did you two meet up again and how did you end up being together?"

I glanced at Brittany, silently asking if she wanted to tell the story. She smiled at me and encouraged me to speak. I gave her a small smile and told my mom what happened after I got to LA. She chuckled at some parts and made small remarks about how Sam and I acted together.

"Police force, eh mija?" She exclaimed and she gave me this warm look, "I'm really proud of you."

"Th-Thanks." I stuttered. "But I got a few weeks off cause of an injury."

Brittany rolled her eyes, "Not just a few weeks but it's actually a month or two. Depends on how the wound is healing."

My mom nodded and asked, "So how did you claim your undying love to each other?"

I shrugged and said too casually, "We had a small fight before I left to go for my night shift with my partner and then something came up and it turned out to be a shooting. I got shot, Britt ca—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." My mom interrupted, "Mija, Ay dios mio, you got shot?"

"Well yeah." I said casually, "That's how I got the injury."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes a bit. Little than a month ago I came back from freakin' Afghanistan and now she worries? "No big deal, Mami. I'm from the army this little flesh wound is nothing compared to the shit I've been through." I switched to Spanish so Brittany wouldn't understand.

My mom had this worried look. She bit her lip, obviously wanting to say something but she held it against her. Brittany must have sensed the slight tension so she clasped her hands together and said, "Maribel, are you staying anywhere for your time being?"

Mom turned her head towards Brittany and smiled, "I'm going to grab a cab and look for a motel or something."

"Nonsense." Brittany said slightly slapping her hand, "You can stay here for tonight. You can have our bed and San and I will take the couch bed."

"Oh no, no." Mom exclaimed, "I seriously can't, Brittany."

"It's okay! It's our apartment, right San?"

I nodded my head. I'm afraid if I open my mouth I might say something Brittany might not want to hear.

"Well…"

Brittany grinned, "I insist. San, why don't you take her stuff to our room and I'll clean up."

"Alright." I said finishing up my wine.

I grabbed my mother's bags and picked them up. Behind me I can hear my mom telling me to not strain myself, but I ignored her and walked to the bedroom with mom following. I placed her stuff by the closet and shoved my hands in my pocket. Just the two of us standing here. Awkward.

"Mija…" She spoke softly.

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair, "Yeah?"

She stayed silent. I raised a brow at her silence and mumbled a good night to her. I closed the door behind me and walked back to the living room to find Brittany unfolding the bed. I smiled and helped her out by getting the extra sheets and pillows that were in the closet. Once we were done, I wrapped my arms around Brittany's waist and peppered her with kisses.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." I murmured as I buried my head on the crook of her neck.

She giggled and slowly lay down on the bed with me on top of her. Brittany lightly bit my lip and teasingly pulled on it. I growled playfully and forcibly kissed her. She gladly moaned in response. I ran the pads of my fingers on her toned stomach and I could feel her shiver at my touch. I lightly gasped as I felt a small circular motion on my back.

"Mhmm." I groaned, "You taste amazing, Britt."

She gave me another kiss that lingered for a few seconds more before she pulled back. "You taste better." She whispered.

I grinned and slid my hands up her shirt. She bit her lip from moaning out my name as I found her mounds in my hands. As I messaged her chest, her breathing became irregular and I instantly knew she was turned on by this. Score one for Santana Badass Lopez.

"Y-You're mom…" She whispered as I kissed her neck.

"You're honestly thinking about my mother at a time like this?" I teased as I pinched her nipple.

A small squeal came out of her and she shook her head. I couldn't help but grin against her. This night is totally going to be amazing.

Brittany had to go to work and will be back at three, so without her as a buffer between my mother and I, it's going to be so damn awkward. The morning I woke up, I thanked the gods that Brittany dressed me up before she went to work. She even left me a little cute note telling me that she put clothes on me and that she'll miss me. I walked into the kitchen and found my mom and Liz talking. Lizzy was eating her cereal while my mom had some oatmeal. I furrowed my brows, when did we have oatmeal?

"Tana!" Lizzy greeted, "G'morning!"

"Morning mija." My mom said.

I mumbled a good morning and made my way towards the coffee pot. I mumbled a yes as I felt it being heaving. It was full. I poured myself a cup and grabbed some poptarts from the cabinet. I plopped myself on the chair and opened my poptarts. Slowly shoving the tart mouth in the most unlady-like way ever.

"Tana eats funny." Lizzy commented.

My mom laughed and brushed a few strands of hair off of Lizzy's face. I couldn't help but smile a little. As I finished my food and coffee I watched as Lizzy made a mess with her cereal. I sighed and grabbed napkin, wiping the soggy cornflakes off of her face and the milk mustache she required from drinking out of her bowl.

"Go clean up, babe." I said, "We can go to the park with my Mami."

"We can feed the ducks!" Lizzy squealed with delight and ran off.

I grabbed the plates and cups and began to wash the dishes. From the corner of my eye, I watched as my mom leaned against the counter next to me and silently watched as I did the dishes.

"You never did the dishes when you were younger." She commented in Spanish.

I scoffed, "Never had a reason too."

It was quiet for a while and by the time I finished my mom spoke again. "You're really good with her."

I shrugged, "She's…she's my kid." I didn't know why I said that. Maybe it's because it's true. Liz could be my daughter. The way I treat her and how I take care of her, people who already saw us together must have already thought she was my kid. I mean, I did sign those guardianship papers.

"I'm proud of you, mija. I love you so much." Mom said softly.

My face turned into a scowl as I looked at her. Proud? Love? I couldn't help but snort. Her expression turned into a confused one. My look hardened as I said, "Why?"

"What do you mean why?"

I bitterly chuckled, "When I told you I'm a lesbian you had this look of panic and disappointment. Then when the commercial aired you were horrified of people knowing. I mean yeah it sucked to be outted like that but you didn't do ANYTHING. Yo-You d-didn't."

My mom stared at me and I could see all the regret in her face. I swallowed a sob and continued on soon with tears, "Whe-When I ran off you didn't even attempt to look for me! Do you know how scared I was? During the training, I kept thinking how depressing it is that my own parents didn't bother looking me up and calling me." I took a deep breath and continued, " I-I had to face reality and realize that maybe I'm not one of those lucky kids that their parents actually support and love them like Hummel."

"I do love you, Santana…" My mother said. She had tears in her own eyes now.

"Clearly not enough." I remarked, "I went through so much over these eight years. Sometimes I wondered how the hell I'm still alive. I've been captured, tortured, and not too long ago I've been shot from a fucking shooting between some teenagers."

"Santana…" My mother approached me and tried to hold me but I pushed her away.

"I'M READY TANA!" A shout came from Liz as she came running back.

She was too oblivious to see the tears in our eyes. I quickly wiped them away and gently smiled at Liz, telling her that my mom and I had to get ready still. Lizzy huffed adorably and urged us to hurry up. I chuckled and changed as well as did my mother. We got out of the apartment quietly, except for the talking from the little Pierce. She chatted with my mother and asked her questions. She even asked what I was like when I was younger.

"My Santana was a grumpy child when she was younger." My mother said with a small smile. I scoffed. Grumpy? Hell nah.

Lizzy's eyes lit up, "Yeah! Sometimes Tana gets grumpy when she has to wake up early or when she doesn't get steak."

"You make me sound like a dog." I commented as I brushed Lizzy's bangs to the side. "Nothing wrong with some steak for breakfast."

Her nose scrunched with distaste as she grabbed onto my hand. She swung it back and forth and said, "Mommy said it's not natural to start off the day with steak. You should have fruit and waffles or something breakfast-y."

"I suppose." I agreed along with her.

"LOOK! LOOK!" Lizzy squealed loudly, "SWINGS!"

She released her hand from mine and ran off to the swings. I smiled as she took the free swing and sat on it. She began to push herself back and forth, getting momentum so she could swing high. My mom and I sat on a bench nearby and I kept a sharp eye on Liz. Didn't want her to be kidnapped or anything dangerous.

"So mija…"

I inwardly groaned. Seriously? Starting a conversation after the last one didn't really work out well? I glanced at my mom and looked at her expectantly, making her say the first few words first.

"Why don't you tell me about Lizzy?" She asked. That threw me off guard. I thought she was going to push the whole 'I'm proud of you and I do legit love you' thing.

I slouched a bit and began to tell my mom every story I could remember. From the first day I've met her to till now. I couldn't keep the smile off of my face as I told my mom. I even told her some funny stories with me and Britt and with me and Sam when we were living together. My mom couldn't wipe her grin off of her face. I could tell that she was truly enjoying my stories.

"Are you sure you're okay, mija?" She asked worriedly after I told her about the shooting and how I ended up in the hospital.

My mom placed her hands on my face and pulled my face towards hers, examining it to see if I'm still injured. She suddenly asked about the scar under my chin and then she began to notice the scars on my arms. My mom began to panic and was about to lift my shirt up, but my hands grabbed her wrists so she wouldn't go further. I mean seriously, we're in public.

"Mami." I huffed, "These are old, like, super old. These be battle scars."

I stared at my mom and saw her eyes become all glossy. I forced a sheepish smile when she asked if it hurt when I got those. I couldn't lie about it, really. I honestly told her I've been through so much pain that maybe I could take giving birth better than what I went through. I could tell that she was holding in her tears. She didn't want to ruin her makeup and it'd be worrisome to other people seeing an old woman crying.

"Am I a bad mother?" She asked.

My eyes widened and I quickly said, "What? Hell naww. Mami, you're a great mother." She shook her head and she wiped a small tear away. I bit my lip, what should I do? I'm so awkward with this stuff if it isn't Brittany or Lizzy. I wish Brittany were here…She'd know what to do.

"I-It's just…I didn't even try to stop you from leaving!" She began, "Yo-Your Papi was panicking and so was I-I and then we realized what will we tell the school and everyone? Then your Abuela comes along and o-offers to tell the school…Ay dios mio, we were so stupid for trusting her when she called the school…"

Then I realized something. My parents didn't tell the school, my Abuela did… My fists tightened and I said, "Abuela was the one who told the school I killed myself."

My mom nodded her head furiously and she choked back a small sob, "I'm so sorry, mija…I-I…We didn't…"

I took a deep breath and began to think. What my own grandmother did was pretty fucked up. Who does that? It hurts so much to know that my own Abuela hates my guts. I sighed sadly and looked over to Lizzy and saw her talking to the other kids at the park. I then look back at my mom and saw her wiping her tears. She's calmed down a bit.

"C'mere." I mumbled and pulled my mom into a hug.

"You're a great mom." I said honestly, "Even if you didn't stop me from joining the army, I still love you and Papi. You guys raised me right and loved me and that's all I've ever wanted."

My mom hugged me back and I smiled. She repeated 'thank you' over and over again. I guess she's been thinking she's been a terrible mother for all these years. I couldn't blame her. If my kid ever did that…I'd probably be like my mom.

"TANA!" Lizzy shouted, "I'M HUNGRY!"

We released each other as Lizzy approached us. She sighed dramatically and asked for some food. I looked at the time and realized we have been here for more than an hour. I smiled and said, "Sure, we can go pick up your Mom now."

"YES!" She cheered and grabbed my hand.

I turned to my mom and said, "C'mon, I'll show you where Brittany works."

We walked all the way to down town and spotted the dance studio. We were in front of the huge windows watching the dancers and there up front was Brittany. Class was almost over.

"Wow." My mom said, "She's still amazing as ever."

I couldn't help but grin dreamily, "Yeah…"

"You two are dating, right?"

I shook my head, "We…I mean we just told each other that we like each other."

My mother raised a brow, "Well you better hurry and take her on a date. Brittany is patiently waiting."

"I could take her out maybe tomorrow." I suggested.

Mom smiled, "Yeah. I can babysit Lizzy for you for the whole day."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you two deserve each other." She shrugged and I couldn't help but smile.

"Hey guys!" Brittany greeted as she came out of the building. She tugged onto her drawstring bag and opened her arms towards he daughter. Lizzy ran into her arms and squealed when Brittany lifted her up. Brittany gave her daughter a big kiss on the cheek and she looked at my teasingly. I rolled my eyes.

"Expecting something, Miss Pierce?" I joked.

She giggled, "I think so. Can I have it?"

"Totally." I grinned and walked towards her to kiss her lips. A loud 'eewy' came from Lizzy and when I pulled back and I gave her a big kiss on her cheek earning another 'eewy.' My mother laughed at the scene unfolding before her.

Brittany smiled and asked, "So what are you guys doing here?"

"Well Miss Pierce," I replied, "We were to pick you up for lunch."

"Sounds awesome!" She beamed. I smiled and hooked arms with her as we walked a block towards the café that serves the best sandwiches. When we were done eating lunch, we went back to the apartment and Brittany changed into more formal clothing so she and my mother could go to the courthouse to turn in papers and discuss the whole trial. So that just left me and Lizzy to ourselves.

"What should we do now?" I asked Liz as we sat on the couch. "My mom and Britt are gonna be gone for a few hours."

"I wanna play with Beth!" Lizzy bounced on the seat cushion.

I laughed and nodded. Sure why not? I haven't seen Quinn or Puck in a while. Lizzy and I got out of the apartment and grabbed a cab. Once we got to the Puckermans, Lizzy raced out of the cab and rang the doorbell like twenty times. I laughed as I paid the guy and got out of the car just in time as Quinn opened the door. I waved a hello as I stepped inside and I watched as Beth and Lizzy quickly ran upstairs.

"What brings you to my humble abode, S?" Quinn asked as we stepped in the kitchen.

I shrugged, "Liz wanted to see Beth, I guess. Britt and my mom are in the court house."

"Well shit." Quinn commented. "Why's your mom here?"

I rubbed my thumbs together and began to tell Quinn what has happened. She nodded understandingly and commented when it was right. I couldn't help but smile, Quinn was always such a good friend of mine. I watched as Quinn got up and grabbed two cups and poured coffee in them. She handed me a cup and I took a small sip.

"Are things awkward with your mom?" Quinn asked after a few seconds.

"It was." I said honestly, "Just a bit. She was like asking if she was a bad mother and she told me that my Abuela was the one that called the school and told them I killed myself. No questions asked."

Quinn's eyes widened. She quickly swallowed her coffee and placed her cup down. "No fucking way."

"Right?" I mumbled, "It's so fucked up."

She shook her head with a disapproved look. "What are you going to do now?"

"What do you mean?"

Quinn shrugged, "Like, are you going to just be dandy with your parents now and just hate your grandma or what…?"

"I-I…I don't know, Q." I said sadly, "I mean…I know things with my mom is cool and I know if I see my dad again and, like, have a talk with him it'll be fine, but my Abuela? I don't know."

I then felt a hand on my shoulder and saw Quinn smiling at me. She gave me a small squeeze and said, "Listen San, I remember all the stories that you told me and Britt about your grandma when we were younger. Judging by those stories, I could tell that she honestly and truly loves you."

"Then why did she…"

"Because." She said, "When you told her she was shocked and I guess she was really…disgusted by it. So she thought it'd be right to say that, but now after all these years I think she has regretted it."

"I don't know if that was suppose to make me feel better or not…" I mumbled.

Quinn smiled sadly, "I think she has regretted it, San. Trust me."

I smiled back and jokily said, "I'm afraid too."

She laughed and asked me what's up just to change the depressing subject. I shrugged and told her that I'm thinking of taking Britt on a date. Quinn's eyes twinkled with delight and asked eagerly what I was planning. I frowned. Well shit, I've been a terrible planner these past few days.

"Well someone didn't plan out the date." Quinn teased.

I blushed and glared, "Shut up. I know she's off tomorrow so no need to ask if she's busy… What should I do Quinn? I don't even know if Brittany still likes the same stuff she did back in high school."

"Oh you'd be surprised." Quinn said, "I mean she still likes ducks and the love of unicorns is still there but not as much when we were younger."

"She's just matured." I simply said.

Quinn nodded, "But she still has that Brittany-ness to her, y'know?"

I grinned, "I totally know what you mean."

"So what are you going to do for your small date?"

I stayed silent for a few seconds and said, "Brittany likes picnics doesn't she?"

"Yeah, why?" She asked as she raised a brow.

"A picnic at the beach at night." I said with a huge smile, "She's gonna love it."

"Ohhh!" Quinn gushed, "Nice one San. I wish Puck would do something like that."

"Do what?" Puck's voice boomed.

We turned around and saw Puck wiping oil onto an old dirty rag. He tucked the rug in his back pocket and gave a sweet, lingering kiss to Quinn. I gagged playfully and groaned when I felt a dirty cloth being thrown onto my face. I grimaced at the rag and threw it back at Puck, who caught it and placed it in his pocket again.

"You should take your woman out more often." I said as we watched Puckerman walk by the sink to wash his hands and face.

"I do!" Puck argued, "Didn't we go out for Burger King that one time with Beth?"

Quinn rolled her eyes as I snorted out a laugh. Burger King? As I continued on with awesome laughter, Quinn scoffed and said, "She meant that we should go out on an actually date, y'know with romantic stuff without Beth."

Puck scrunched his nose for a minute before he broke into a smile, "Sure thing babe. Next week then. I promise."

"So whipped." I commented and made whipping gestures and noises.

"WUUAAPOWWW!" I said as I pretended to crack an invisible whip, "WUUAAPO—ARGH!" Puck threw the damn dirty rug in my face again.

"You're whipped too, Lopez." Puck said as he leaned against the counter. He grinned as he made his own invisible whip crack in the air.

I grunted in response. I couldn't deny that I wasn't whipped. I mean Brittany is so…so amazing that I'd seriously do anything for her. She's my everything, yo.

A/N: Yessss, I updated. Freshmen year is done and so is finals so yeah. But i gots driver's ed this summer. poop. I gotta wake up early again cause class starts at 8 alsdifjhowueaifj it sucks.

anyway, sorry for not updating for a bit. enjoy the chap