*Author's Note: I am so sorry for how late I am updating this story. A lot of things have come in the last couple weeks, and I have barely been keeping my head above water. My grandmother passed away last week, and it's been tough trying to hold it together. But I'm back now, and I hope you will all forgive me for my late post*

I felt Britt cuddle up close to me, and wrap her arms around my waist. Her body so beautifully mirrored my own and I shuttered at the feel of her breath on my neck. She kissed the back of my neck sweetly, and whispered in my ear.

"Santana, I am so so happy that we're going to take in Rachel and her kids. But I'm getting worried about fitting them all under our roof. Taylor does love Rachel's kids, but who knows how everyone would react if she had a flashback, or if one of them accidentally touched her at night. I just can't help worrying. What do you think we should do San?"

I had to admit, I had been wondering about where I was going to keep the Hudson-Berry's while they were in our apartment. In my heart, I wanted there to be rooms upon rooms for them, but in my head, I knew that it wasn't the case. "I don't know B. The kids and Rachel can have my office I guess. I'll deal without it for a while." I turned around so my nose was gently bumping against Britt's. "We'll figure it out Britt. I promise. We always do." I kissed her goodnight, and listened to her breathing as she slowly slipped to sleep in my arms.

The next morning, we woke up early, knowing we had to drive Taylor over to Britt's parents to stay the day, because of the McKinley reunion and it's rule of no children. So instead, Taylor was going to spend the day at the Pierce's with Emily and Jenna. Taylor was so excited to spend the day with her aunt.

We dropped Taylor off at the Pierces at 9:30, listening to the excited squeals of our daughter as Jenna proposed a just dance tournament. Taylor barely spared a backwards glance at us as she ran off with Em and Jenna, and Britt gave me a sad smile.

As we drove through the familiar sights and sounds of Lima, I began to get really nervous. I was about to go into a school that held so many painful memories for me. The halls of it were going to be so full of memories, and my heart hurt thinking of retracing my steps and rekindling those lost hurts. Not to mention, there would be literally hundreds of people who I had belittled, pushed, slushied and demeaned all because I hated them for being normal when I wasn't. Or for being brave when I wasn't. Or for being different when I couldn't. I was so worried that people would only be able to see the old Santana, instead of who I was now.

Britt must have sensed my nervousness, cause she reached across the console to hold my hand. I smiled as some of the tension drained out of my body. Britt seemed to do that for me. Just one touch made everything better. Everything less scary than it was before. As we pulled up to McKinley, and I turned off the car, Britt slid over the console to straddle me. She fiercely pulled me into a kiss, and bit my lip in a way that made me moan with pleasure. She was quickly turning me on, and as she nipped my throat, I couldn't stop my hips from bucking slightly, which only made her laugh. She continued her attention on my neck until a bang on the car's window startled us, and she shot off my lap.

I unlocked the doors, and Quinn wrenched the door open, her eyes wide and panicked. "You need to come quickly. It's Finn and Rachel!" The look that she gave us was so scared and panicked, that I rushed out of the car after her, forgetting to lock the doors as I ran. Britt kept the pace easily behind me, her long legs easily matching my fierce speed. As we moved, I began to hear yelling, and I tensed as we got closer to the noise. As we came to a stop, my eyes widened, and I quickly turned my head to Britt.

"Call the police Brittany. Tell them that we have a domestic disturbance and need a squad car asap." Britt nodded, her eyes wide and scared, but her fingers dialing quickly as she assessed the scene. I quickly got out of my heels and marched over to where Finn had Rachel up against the wall, holding her by the throat.

I raced up to him, and kicked him as hard as I could in the crotch from behind. He doubled over and loosened his grip on Rachel, who had been almost purple. As she dropped from his grip, Kurt rushed over and grabbed her, pulling her away from Finn and a very angry me. Finn looked up at me, his eyes wide, but full of anger. I felt my blood grow cold as I realized that this wasn't the same lumbering oaf that I had deflowered back in high school. This was a man, who was very angry, and now I had become his target. He charged at me, letting out a bellow as he did.

I felt like a train had hit me as he collided with me. My head spun and my vision when starry. But I got back to my feet as quickly as I could, feeling the blood rising in my body as I faced the man who had hurt my friend. This was the closest I'd ever get to kicking the man who hurt Britt and Taylor's ass, and I was intending to fully take advantage of that. Finn charged at me again, and I dealt a quick knee-crotch blow, and then a swift punch to his nose as he went down. He bellowed in rage, blood streaming out of his nose, and stood to face me again. He seemed to tower over me, and I felt the beginnings of fear rising up in me as his fists clenched and his eyes bugged out.

Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a big man tackled Finn to the ground, and turned to face me. His face was familiar, but so grown up, I didn't recognize him at first. "Get out of here Lopez. He'll kill you." He said, his voice deep, and his eyes concerned. I nodded, and ran over to Britt, who was being held back by Quinn. Both of them were crying as I reached them, and Britt reached out to take me in her arms. I nearly fell into them, my whole body sore as she clung to me.

Police sirens echoed, and soon a police cruiser pulled up, and two officers jumped out. They quickly handcuffed Finn, thanked the big man, and loaded Finn into the cruiser. One officer announced that he would be returning shortly to take testimonies about what had happened.

The cruiser sped off, and I regained my senses enough to think about Rachel, and I led the women over to her. She was sobbing quietly into Kurt's shoulder, who was looking pale and scared. Quinn knelt down and held Rachel, shushing her and rubbing her back. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I turned around.

It was then that I realized who my savior had been. Dave Krofsky stood there, looking grown up and kind, holding hands with a slimmer, handsome man. I couldn't help but smile, and I opened my arms, giving Dave a big hug, too proud for words. He smiled at me, and I stepped back to take Britt's hand, who squeezed it tight in hers. "Are you okay Santana?" Dave asked, his eyes full of concern and worry. "I saw what was happening, and I raced over here as soon as I could. Did he hurt you?"

I shrugged my shoulders, feeling sore, but in one piece. "Thank you Dave. I thought he was going to kill me." Suddenly, as if on cue, I felt the shock of what had happened hit me, and I slumped into Britt, who held my weight up, tears tracking down her face.