A/N: I got this based off Britney Spears "Gimme More". Heeeello! This is a very short Davana chapter. I prexomise a long Klaine chapter after this; I'm still just working out all the kinks. I just wanted to stop by and say thank you to everyone who left me such nice comments. Yeah, I know you are all believe I'm overreacting, and in a way, I was. But it does hurt me deeply, when someone bashes my fic. Not only because they don't like it, but because they're complaining about something I already explained. To Hunter, and all the other people who leave horrible comments, I have nothing against you. If you have a problem with my fic, either don't read it, or message me explain what you would like to see. Because saying that you don't care about this couple or all you want is that couple, doesn't solve anything. Its my fic. And I'm going to write it the way I want to; whether you like it or not.

P.S, my beta is away on holiday/vacation in Germany, so if there are any mistakes, please be kind and do not yell at me or complain over comments. Thank you/Danke!

P.S, I don't own Glee or any of the characters. If I did, the show would be VERY different. I also do not own Britney Spears' song, as it belongs to Britney Spears.

"Honestly, I've never seen my little brother so happy." Santana leaned back, sipping her iced tea as she and Rose had "girl talk", whilst David spent time with his nieces and nephews. "He hasn't been home in years, and the last time he was, wasn't very an enjoyable visit. I heard what Hannah did. If there's any constipation, I never liked her. She was too . . . nice."

Santana chocked back her drink, rolling her eyes. "Yeah. She was real sweet."

"You're not sweet." Rose pressed, smiling mysteriously. "You've got a real bite to you. I like that. David needs that."

"Well, I'm glad you approve; though I wouldn't need it either way."

"Of course."

"I care about David. A lot. Kind of scares me sometimes how much."

Rose reached over, taking her hand in hers. "Don't worry. David feels it too. In fact, if I'm mistaken; and I never am, because I know my baby brother like the back of my hand, he feels the exact way you do." Santana tipped her head, rereading Rose's words in her head; as if some deeper meaning behind them. Rose's smile remained as she spoke aloud; her eyes never leaving Santana. "David? Why don't you play a song for mom and dad. On the piano."

David leaned up, scratching the back of his neck, looking anxious. "I don't know, Ro. I haven't played in a while."

"Well, you're playing now. Why don't you join him Santana?"

"What?"

"Oh yes! Please do." Mary insisted.

Samuel straightened up, looking intrigued. "You're a singer, are you not?"

"I . . . yes. W-what is he playing?"

"How bout mom and dad's song?" Rose piped in. "Songbird from Fleetwood Mac."

"I know that song." She murmured David looked to her, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah. Sure. Alright."

Each member of the Porter family made their way to the living room, where David and Santana took their seats at the piano. David look a deep breath, and closed his eyes, beginning to play. He was good. Better than good. Santana didn't know how to describe it. David . . . he just knew how to play.

Waiting for the right moment, Santana began to sing. It was a sang from her past. Back when she wasn't Lita. When she didn't sell her body to the highest bidder. When she didn't crash and burn, and swear to never return to this damn state of Ohio.

"And the songs biiiirds are singing, like they know the scooooooore. And I love you. I love you. I love you. Liiiiiiike never befooooooore."

Santana's mind wheeled back to when she first heard the song. She was ten years old, and had fallen off her bike. Running with a cut knee into her father's office, she tried her eyes out, wanting daddy to make it all better. Dr. Lopez was an amazing man. Smart, handsome, and a loving father. Wanting to make his baby girl smile, he lifted her from the desk, put on the radio, and danced with her, singing the first song that came on. That song was Songbird.

But that was a long time ago. Back when she was daddies little girl, and not every mans woman. Turning slowly, Santana looked with tear filled eyes at her boyfriend. The one person who had never asked for anything, but to be with him, and only him. To prove that she cares about him. To be there for him. And to just love him.

"Annnnnd I wiiish you alll the looooove, in the wooorld. But most of all. Iiiiiii wish it from myyyyyyyseeeeelf. And the songs biiiirds are singing, like they know the scooooooore. And I love you. I love you. I love you. Liiiiiike never befooooooore. Liiiiiike never befooooooore. Liiiiiiike never befooooooooore."

Leaning over, David kissed her softly the couples to "awe" and do the same. When they pulled away, David was smiling. And Santana saw something in his eyes she had never seen in another man's eyes since she was eighteen: undeniable love. And she didn't know what to do about it.