"We have singer, song writer, manager, producer Noah Lopez-Pierce!" Carson, the host of Good Evening LA announced rising to his feet and clapping as Noah walked out a big smile on his face as he waved to the audience.
Noah had a low haircut, his curls barely visible which Santana hated and made sure he knew, he was dressed in a pair of black slacks, a red and grey long sleeve shirt with black leather sleeves, and a pair of black Louboutin sneakers. He blushed showing his dimples when a few women screamed loudly and whistled, he winked at them before shaking the host's hand and sitting down.
"Why didn't I get that intro?" Carson teased.
Noah shrugged and laughed. "Thank you ladies, I love you too." He smiled, replying to a teenage girl that screamed out an I love you.
"So Noah, thank you for coming on the show."
"No problem, glad to be here." Noah replied.
"So let's jump right in, you are the eldest son of superstars Brittany and Santana Lopez-Pierce." Carson stated, to which Noah nodded as a picture of him, Brittany, and Santana from that year's Grammy's Awards where the three of them presented an award together flashed on screen. "What was it like growing up with superstar moms?"
"Well they weren't superstars my entire childhood." Noah replied. "My mom, Santana, didn't really get her big break until I was eight or so maybe, she was famous and people knew her when I was younger than that, but it wasn't crazy, we were able to go to the mall, and the park with no problem."
"Well Santana's debut album was amazing, and flew to the top of the charts." Carson smiled.
"And life got crazy after that." Noah nodded.
"When Brittany and Santana got married you were a little guy, did that have an affect on you?' Carson asked. "Having to share your mom?"
Noah nodded. "Of course, for so long it was just the two of us and when Brittany, came into the picture it was great at first, I watched my mom struggle with happiness after my grandparents died and even before that, so when momma came into her life I saw the noticeable change and loved it, and loved her for it, but there were moments when I didn't want her there anymore, especially after my brother, Ashton was born." Noah stated, glancing at the picture of him and Ashton from his Instagram account on the screen. "I started to feel like too much of my mom was being taken away from me, way too much in such a short period of time, and I hated it."
"That was probably hard at your age." Carson nodded.
"It was, Brittany was more famous at the time and with that meant more camera and paps following us, on top of them being the new it couple after their marriage." Noah shrugged. "I was thrust into the spotlight even more so, but I didn't really want to be there."
"Now you have a family of your own, two kids, a gorgeous wife." Carson smiled as a picture of Noah, Madison, Peyton, and Nicholas appeared on the screen. Noah's arms were wrapped around Madison's waist as he hugged her from behind, his hands resting on her small baby bump, Nicholas and Peyton standing on their tip toes, their hands on their mother's stomach as well.
"And one more on the way." Noah stated proudly.
"Now you and your siblings were kind of forced into the spotlight, but you keep your kids tucked away usually." Carson pointed out.
Noah cleared his throat. "Yeah, well, while I had a pretty normal childhood, my siblings didn't, they were forced into the spotlight, we had bodyguards with us at the park, we did family photoshoots, we walked the red carpet, Ashton's baby pictures were in PEOPLE magazine, Mackenzie's birth video was on my mom's official websites, I don't want that life for my kids, I want them to live as normal a life as possible, I know my moms tried but they also lived a very Hollywood life, and I don't think they quite mastered the balance they were going for."
Noah put his ankle across his leg and held it casually. "Madison, my wife, and I want our kids to be able to play in the yard and be kids. I didn't have that after my mom picked up some steam in her career, and my siblings definitely didn't have that, especially when we moved to the gated community, being a kid it kind of felt like prison almost. I remember us not being able to go outside after Mackenzie came home from the hospital after she was born."
"Because of the paps?"
Noah nodded. "There were times I wished it would all go away. I just want my kids to have a childhood."
Carson nodded. "We'll be back with more with Noah after these commercials."
Mrs. Pierce shook her head at the television and sighed. "His mothers are going to freak out when they see this interview."
"What is he doing?" Hannah asked her mother. "Noah never said any of this before. Did you know?"
"I was in Lima most of his childhood, honey." Mrs. Pierce reminded her. "Remember I didn't move to LA with you girls until after Daniel died, Noah was fifteen already, and the girls both had their fair share of problems with him at that time."
"This is a trainwreck waiting to happen." Hannah sighed. She glanced at Aubrey, who was fast asleep on the couch next to her and covered her up.
"Take her to the guestroom." Mrs. Pierce told her, staring at her granddaughter with a smile.
"So Noah, going back to the topic we were on before on the commercial break," Carson stated. "Do you think that's a stigma that all Hollywood kids grow up with?"
"No," Noah shook his head. "They dynamic we had is different, Brittany toured a lot, a little too much, so we were with Santana a lot, she still had to work so she would take us to interviews and concerts with her, we spent a lot of time in green rooms and backstage. On one hand it was great that my mom was hands on with us, she always wanted us around, but on the other hand I had to take over the role of watching my siblings a lot, when you're fourteen you don't want that, I wanted to hang out with my friends and go to sleepovers where we played video games all night and snuck out to go see girls."
"So you wish your childhood was different?"
"Yes and no." Noah shrugged. "But it's the past now, so I'm focused on and determined to make sure my kids have the best childhood possible."
"We do get glimpses of your kids with your moms on red carpets occasionally and out and about, does that bother you?"
Noah bit his bottom lip. "While I prefer them not on the red carpet, my mom, Brittany, did a voice over for that movie so that was okay I guess, but I kind of would prefer my moms didn't take them into the pap frenzy that follows them when they leave the house."
"This is going to be bad." Quinn mumbled, stuffing a pretzel in her mouth, glancing at Puck, who took a sip of his beer and nodded.
He wrapped his arm around Quinn and kissed her on the temple. "San is going to freak out, he's basically saying he doesn't want Nick and Peyton out of the house with them."
Quinn shook her head. "I don't think that's what he's saying."
"It may not be what he means, but it's definitely what he's saying." Puck laughed.
"Let's switch gears a little, so you work primarily as your family's manager, how challenging is that?" Carson asked. "We all love Santana, but there are reports she can be a bit of diva.'
Noah laughed. "My mom is actually one of the milder celebs I represent, I can honestly say she treats her staff like family, she's had the same assistant for twenty years, Emily practically grew up alongside with us. It's great being a manager, it's a lot of work, Santana and Brittany both have demanding careers, and I manager Mackenzie's as well, so they keep me busy."
"Your brothers?"
"Carter has done a few commercials but he's more into sports, and Ashton is deep in school, but he is working on a men's accessory line that I'm helping him out with, suspenders, bow ties, hats, things like that.' Noah explained.
"So will you be acting as Carter's manager? He's one of the top highschool basketball prospects in the country?" Carson asked. "I've seen your brother play and he has game."
"Yes he does, I'm proud of him." Noah nodded. "I won't be his manager, but my best friend Elijah Puckerman, who is a sports attorney will be advising him and working closing with him. Eli may kill me for this, but we are working on starting a firm together, a management company, which will come to life very, very soon."
"Well thank you for sitting down with us, Noah." Carson smiled while shaking his head.
"My pleasure." Noah nodded.
Santana? Take a deep breath, baby.
She's trying to brag that she just beat me running up this hill. Carter took the phone from Santana and explained. You know she's old, so she's out of breath.
Brittany laughed. You two are racing?
We went for a run.
I'm guessing you let her win so she didn't pout or make excuses the whole way home?
Duh. Carter laughed. Here's mom again.
Santana took the phone and smacked Carter on the arm. "I'm not old." She laughed before pressing the phone to her ear again. I won B! These damn kids must have forgotten I'm a Cheerio!
You are still in great shape baby.
Damn right, you make sure I stay in shape, I love our workouts. Santana whispered in the phone. Carter glanced at her and stuck his finger in his mouth mimicking a gagging action. Santana rolled her eyes and threw a rock at him as he did a back flip and ran away.
You can't talk like that when I'm this far away, Sanny. Brittany laughed. Now I'm going to be thinking about you.
"Gross!" Mackenzie frowned.
I gotta go, Skype me later. Brittany smiled and made a kissing sound before hanging up.
"Jealous?" Brittany teased Mackenzie.
"Nope." Mackenzie laughed throwing a french fry at her mother.
Brittany raised an eyebrow and caught the fry, tossing it in her mouth. "Why don't we go for a walk on the beach?" She suggested. "We can talk about anything you want?"
"Can we talk about boys?" Mackenzie asked. "It's kind of weird talking to mommy about boys, and I know you like boys too."
"We can talk about boys." Brittany nodded with a smile.
"Sweet." Mackenzie jumped up and ran to change her clothes.
After taking a shower from her run with Carter, Santana Skyped with Brittany before she laid down and fell asleep, a little more tired than she thought. She woke up around 10pm and decided to make herself a snack before finding a good movie to watch until she fell back asleep. Santana walked into the family room where Ashton and Carter were lounging on the couch, the coffee table full of junk food.
"What are you two watching?" She asked, pulling her hair into a high bun on her head.
"Boxing." Carter stated, picking up his Gatorade and drinking half of the bottle in one gulp.
Santana stretched and crawled over him, squeezing between her sons. "Mom." Ashton groaned when her elbow fell in the bowl of cheese balls in his lap.
"Sorry." Santana giggled. "So who's boxing?" She asked, grabbing a handful of the cheeseballs and stuffing them in her mouth.
"Hernandez and Thurman." Carter stated. "Thurman has on red, Hernandez has on white."
"So we cheer for Hernandez." Santana stated.
"Why?" Ashton asked.
"He's cute and he's Hispanic." Santana laughed.
Carter laughed. "We want Thurman."
"Oh..." Santana shrugged and lifted one of the cans of soda on the table and sniffed the can before taking a sip. "So why do we want Thurman?"
"We just do." Carter sighed. "Now shhhhhhhh."
Santana made a face and rolled her eyes. "Geez." She groaned, lifting her legs and putting them on Carter's lap. "If I paid you $100 would you paint my toes for me?" She asked.
Carter raised an eyebrow at her. "When are Mackey and momma coming home, you're clearly bored without them."
"Seriously, would you?" Santana asked, waving her foot in his face.
"No." Carter shook his head.
Santana lifted her leg straight in the air and tapped Ashton on his chin. "Would you?"
"Mom..." Ashton groaned.
"I bet he would paint Noey's." Carter teased.
Santana put her foot down. "That's so sweet, Grey." She smiled and pinched his cheek. "So how about $500."
"Per foot?" Carter asked.
"I'm not paying one thousand dollars." Santana shook her head. "Your mom would kill me."
Carter picked up his sandwich and took a huge bite. "Well, you're out of luck." He shrugged.
"Shit!" Santana yelled when Thurman landed a punch on Hernandez. "He knocked his mouthguard out."
Carter sat up straighter as the fight got more intense.
"Kick his ass!" Santana yelled as she began to fight the air herself.
Ashton laughed and picked up his phone, recording her. "Snixx is on the move."
"Oh come on!" Santana yelled when the bell rang and ended the round.
Carter laughed and walked to the kitchen, he came back with two beers and handed one to his mother, who was staring at the TV and opened it quickly. "Thanks C." She glanced over and saw him open the second beer and widened her eyes. "What the..." She snatched the beer and popped him on the back of the head. "Seriously?" She rolled her eyes and set the bottle down. "Now I have to drink two."
Ashton fell over laughing, grabbing his stomach and nearly knocking over his soda. "Carter, really?"
Carter shrugged and picked up his Gatorade. "I thought she was in a good mood."
"Not that good a mood." Santana snapped. "Don't play with me, Brit isn't here to save you."
The bell dinged on the screen and the boxers came back out. "Let's knock his ass out!" Santana yelled jumping back to her feet.
Carter glanced at Ashton, who shrugged and leaned back on the couch, watching the screen, laughing at Santana who was once again yelling at the TV excitedly. When there was a knockout she jumped on the table, her hands triumphantly in the air as if she won the fight herself.
"Why are you so excited?" Carter asked. "You wanted Hernandez and he just lost."
"Oh...yeah." Santana frowned. "Welp, what are we watching now?"
Ashton laughed. "You want to watch a movie?"
"No." Carter shook his head. "Mom talks to the screen, loudly."
"Not always." Santana defended herself, lifting Carter's sub and taking a bite. "Gross, what the hell is on there?"
"It's my dump sandwich." Carter stated as she spit out the bite into a napkin.
"What the hell is that?" Santana asked.
"He mixed all the meats and cheese in the fridge." Ashton explained.
"And then I added the pasta salad, chicken salad, and a can of tuna." Carter smiled. "Topped off with pickles and spray cheese."
Santana covered her mouth when she began to gag from the list of items. "Gross." She scowled.
"Can you still slam a beer like in highscool?" Carter asked.
Santana raised an eyebrow at him. "Excuse me?"
"Uncle Puck said you were able to slam a beer in like two minutes." Carter explained.
Santana rolled her eyes. "I didn't drink in highschool."
Ashton cleared his throat and coughed, so Santana cut her eye at him. "Yes, I can still slam a beer."
Carter reached in his pocket and slammed a twenty on the table. "Prove it."
Santana stared at the twenty. "Such an insulting bet." She laughed.
Ashton nodded. "I agree, don't settle for that mom."
Santana laughed and ate a pretzel. "If I can slam my beer in two minutes, then you have to..." She tapped her chin while she thought, before her eyes quickly lit up. "You have to let me post a video of you doing that dance you used to do when you four!"
"Upload to where?" Carter asked quickly.
"My Instagram and Twitter." Santana smirked.
"And if you can't?" Carter asked.
"I'll upload the video of Brit scaring the piss out of me, literally, the other day." Santana mumbled.
"Deal." Carter laughed and held out his hand to shake his mothers.
"Action!" Ashton said excitedly as Santana rolled her head around and stretched out her neck. "Okay, baby boys...let Mommy Snixx should you kiddos how it's done."
"Got the stopwatch?" Santana asked.
"Yep." Carter nodded staring at his phone.
"Three...two...start." Ashton yelled.
Santana lifted the bottle and began to chug the beer as Ashton banged on the table and cheered her on. She raised her right hand in the air as she finished the bottle before swallowing hard and screaming as she slammed the bottle on the table.
"Take that Carter!" Santana yelled.
"How long?" Ashton asked.
"One minute, twenty three seconds." Carter groaned.
Santana jumped up. "Brittany would be so proud." She beamed happily before grabbing her second beer. "Good night boys." She winked and headed upstairs.
"Mom is so badass." Ashton laughed.
"Yeah she is." Carter nodded.
"So seriously, are you okay?" Ashton then asked him. "I heard what happened the other night with your panic attack."
"Yeah, I'm cool." Carter nodded.
"Okay, you know you can talk to me, right?"
"Yep." Carter replied, he grabbed his sandwich and a can of soda. "Night bro." He called over his shoulder before walking towards the stairs.
Madison walked in the living room where Noah was reclined in a chair with a notebook, his headphone on his ears. She sat on the arm of the chair and kissed him on the forehead.
Noah looked up at his wife and turned the music off, shifting her to sit in his lap. "Hey Maddie, what's up?"
"I brought you a drink." Madison smiled, handing him the glass of scotch.
"Thanks baby." Noah smiled, placing his hand on her stomach and leaning down to kiss it.
"So...what was with the interview you did today?" Madison asked, running her fingers through Noah's hair.
Noah took a sip of his drink and set the glass on the floor. "What do you mean?"
"You completely disrespected your mothers and undermined their parenting." Madison stated.
"No, I just explained the difference in how I was raised verses how we are raising Nicholas and Peyton." Noah shrugged.
"You did everything but say they were terrible mothers that worked constantly and dragged you and your brothers and Mack around for the cameras." Madison sighed. "You've never complained about your childhood, ever. Why go on TV and throw them under the bus."
"That's not what I was doing." Noah frowned.
"Maybe not what you were doing, but it's definitely what the world saw." Madison sighed. "Look, I know you grew up very Hollywood and you don't want the kids to grow up the same way...and while I don't always agree with the way your mom, Santana, handles things, for instance the yelling, but she did the best she could. You mentioned how much Brittany toured, but we both know that she did the best she could raising four kids while working, with a wife with who was working as well."
Noah stared at her as she pressed their lips together. "I'm going to bed, don't stay up too late." She stated before leaving the room.
1pm, Miami
"Okay, Mackenzie, you're doing great sweetheart." Brittany coached from the side as Mackenzie stood in a pink and white swimsuit, having picture after picture taken. "Turn your head to the left, baby."
Mackenzie nodded and followed Brittany's direction.
"Okay, just a few more pictures, Miss Mackenzie." The photographer smiled. "Can we get some shots of you with the beachball now."
Mackenzie was doing an on location shoot on the beach, she was up with Brittany at 7am, where they went out for a light breakfast before heading to the beach, where they've been all morning. Mackenzie was on the last of the five outfit changes for the day. Brittany was so proud of her daughter, who was easily a pro at modeling at the young age of thirteen. She moved through each outfit easily with Brittany's help, and even though it over 100 degrees out, she didn't complain about the sweltering heat at all.
"Do you see how awesome your baby girl is, daddy?" Brittany looked up and asked the sky, before watching Mackenzie go through the poses they requested of her, improvising her own as well.
Brittany smiled at Mackenzie, when her cell phone rang, she stepped to the side and slipped it out of her shorts to answer, smiling when she saw it was Santana.
Hey Sanny.
Hey B, how's the shoot going?
Good, it's so hot down here.
You shouldn't be out in the sun, Brittany, you know that? How are you feeling so far.
I'm okay.
Brittany, go back to the hotel. You can't be in all of that sunlight or heat.
She's almost done, San. Noah didn't come this trip, I can't just leave her out here.
Santana sighed. Well, take some pills right away after and lie down and take a nap, baby, please. I can't have you with a flare up, I'm too far away.
How are things in LA? Brittany asked, changing the topic quickly.
Good, I hung out with the boys last night, and now I'm headed out for a spa day with Noey. I want to talk to her about what's going on with Grey, see if I can get into their relationship a little more.
San
I just want to see if they are having sex, and talk to her about the seriousness about them, that's all. I'll be on my best behavior.
Okay, how's Carter?
Good, he's been acting pretty normal, doesn't seem to be anxious or anything.
That's good, I'll call you later, baby.
Okay, love you and miss you.
Miss you too.
Brittany slipped the phone back in her pocket and lifted the hood of the sleeves shirt she had on over her head, she winced in pain, knowing Santana was right and the sun was starting to affect her. Mackenzie glanced at Brittany and noticed her limping as she walked back closer to her.
"That's it!" Mackenzie told the photographer. "Do you have enough? I have to get my mom back to the hotel so she can rest."
The photographer glanced at Brittany, knowing her condition and nodded. "Yes, I think we are all set with what we have, Mackenzie."
Mackenzie nodded and ran to the craft food table and grabbed two bottles of water and a stack of napkins. She then ran over to Brittany, who was moving slow and smiled. "Hey momma, the shoot is over, drink this water."
"Thanks Mack." Brittany smiled and took the water, quickly drinking it down as Mackenzie motioned to a staff worker who ran over with a chair. "Thank you." Brittany smiled before sitting down.
Mackenzie then wet a napkin and pressed it over Brittany's face softly, she then placed a wet napkin on her neck, before patting down her arms. "Let's get to the hotel, momma." She told her softly.
"Relax Mackenzie." Brittany smiled tiredly. "I'm okay baby."
"No you're not." Mackenzie replied. "Let's go relax in the room."
"Okay, help me up." Brittany nodded and allowed Mackenzie to pull her up, she wrapped her arm around her mother's waist and helped her walk to the golfcart that was waiting to take them back to the car service.
Santana checked her make up in mirror while she waited for Noelle to come out of the house. The young blonde came out, wearing a pink and yellow sundress, and a pair of pink heels, her hair was in a high ponytail, causing Santana to do a double take at how much she looked like Quinn as she approached the car.
"Hey sweetheart." Santana smiled when Noelle opened the door.
"Hey Aunt Sanny." Noelle replied with a smile. "Your new car is awesome!"
"Pretty badass right?" Santana smiled.
"Totally." Noelle nodded. "Oh my mom said you suck for not inviting her."
Santana laughed. "Q still gets jealous when I pick you up to hang out for the day. You know when you were five, I took you to the zoo and she freaked out."
"Why?" Noelle laughed.
"Your mom loves you so much Noey, and she's super protective of you, I think it has to do with her not being around Beth." Santana shrugged. "She always thought I was going to kidnap you and take you away from her." She teased. "I really wanted a daughter, and I kept popping out boys."
"You got Mackenzie finally." Noelle smiled.
"Yep, and my life was complete, I love all of my kids but I felt like life was full circle when Brit had Mack." Santana smiled. "So until I had her all the fun girly things I wanted to do, I would come pick you up for."
"And my mom got jealous?" Noelle laughed.
"Yep, sometimes she would blatantly say it other times she wouldn't." Santana explained.
"So what we doing?"
"We are doing a spa day, I rented a hotel suite so we can get mani/pedis and facials." Santana said excitedly.
"Sounds awesome." Noelle smiled.
"Then we are going for some retail therapy." She winked at her goddaughter.
Thirty minutes later the pair were in the hotel suite, two women massaging their feet during their pedicures. "This is so awesome Aunt Sanny, you always pick the coolest things for us to do when we hang out."
"Glad you're enjoying yourself, sweetheart." Santana replied licking her lips, she lifted a cucumber off of her eye and glanced at Noelle. "So what's new, honey? We haven't talked and hung out in a while, how's the exciting life of a twenty year old?"
"Well Grey and i have been doing really good." Noelle blushed.
"Oh yeah?" Santana lifted her glass of champagne and took a sip. "How serious?"
"Serious enough that we are, well we have, we ummm... we want to have sex." Noelle stuttered.
Santana took both cucumbers off and sat up. "Cucumbers off." She told Noelle, who immediately did as she was told and sat up.
"Are you two having sex Noelle?"
"No, I swear we aren't. I want to, but I don't know if I'm really ready to." Noelle shrugged.
"Is Ashton pressuring you?"
"No, of course not." Noelle shook her head. "He's a super gentlemen."
"Okay..." Santana glanced at her.
"How did you know you were ready? Like what was your first time like?" Noelle asked. "I asked my mom and she got all weird about the question."
"Well she was drunk off of a wine cooler and ended up pregnant." Santana sighed before covering her mouth. "Shit."
Noelle laughed. "She told me already, so it's okay."
Santana exhaled slowly. "Okay, well my first was with P..." She cleared her throat and knocked back the rest of her glass of champagne.
Emily laughed and poured another glass for her before sitting back down on her laptop.
"I know you slept with my dad and that Aunt Brit did, and that Aunt Rachel and Aunt Cedes have both kind of dated him." Noelle laughed. "My dad is handsome but was he the only guy in Lima?"
Santana laughed. "Seems that way huh?" She relaxed and sighed. "My first time was in the bed of a pick up truck with your dad after a football game. It was painful, it was uncomfortable, and while I don't have regrets, it's something I wish I would have waited to do."
"So why did you do it?"
Santana sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. "My motto in highschool was never say no."
Noelle's mouth dropped slightly.
"Listen, Noey, only you know when you're ready, but your first time should be with someone you love, like really love. I slept with Aunt Brit in highschool and it was a rush for me, it was great, and I still feel that way with her now. I still get the same rush. You want to be with someone that makes your heart flutter, someone you can't see yourself without." She smiled.
"You and Aunt Brit are so cute. I want a marriage just like yours." Noelle smiled.
"Marriage is hard work, we love each other and have a great time when we laugh and everything, but we go to marriage counseling too, I just don't want you to think sex cures all in a relationship because it doesn't. Now while I love you and Grey together and I know you both are young and have desires and needs, wait until you are really ready, and if you think you are really ready now then make sure you have the proper protection."
"Thanks." Noelle nodded. "I don't think I'm ready but I think Ashton is."
"Well then he can take cold showers or something until you are. I love my son but if he pressures you at all, tell me." Santana stated sternly.
"I love you Aunt San, talking to you is so easy about stuff." Noelle told her lifting her soda and taking a sip. "I used to wish you were my real mom when I was younger."
Santana spit her champagne out and turned to face her. "Why?"
"Because, you...I." Noelle took a deep breath.
"Noelle, you have a great mom, Quinn is amazing." Santana shook her head.
"Yeah, but we talk more and you seem to understand more, you're more relatable, she freaks out." Noelle whispered. "You were there for me all through highschool, you let me live with you and everything, you got me dressed for homecomings and proms, when I was little and she had to go to all of the hospital stays, you were always there. You were there for my first date, my first heartbreak we ate a gallon of ice cream, you taught me to drive, you cursed out my teacher for failing me on a test I didn't cheat on. You were always there when I needed someone, sometimes she was so out of it and..."
Santana sighed. "You know Quinn can't help that." Santana took a deep breath. "Quinn is going to kill me for this but she didn't have the best example of motherhood growing up so she had to navigate through motherhood herself, with my mom's help. She's doing the best she can, and yes Quinn sent you back to the states to stay with me during highschool but she did what she thought was best for you, it wasn't because she didn't want you, you know that right?"
Noelle shrugged.
"Noelle Santana Puckerman." Santana shook her head. "Quinn has never not once wanted you, she came to LA as much as she could for dances and big events for you."
"Yeah, but..."
Santana reached over and grabbed her hand. "I love you honey, and yes I think of you as one of my kids, along with your brothers, I always have and always will, but the love you get from your mom is one of a kind, and can't be replaced, trust me Quinn loves you more than she could even say or show. Have you talked to her about this?"
Noelle shook her head. "She's been weird lately."
Santana raised an eyebrow. "Weird how? Is she still taking her meds?"
"Yeah."
"Talk to her, let her know how you feel." Santana told her. "Not that you want me to be your mom or did, that will crush her, but just let her know what you're feeling."
"Okay." Noelle nodded.
Santana leaned back in her chair. "So, what color should I get on my toes?" She asked Noelle to lighten the mood.
"Definitely red." Noelle nodded.
"Should I call mommy?" Mackenzie asked Brittany, sitting on the bed next to her, patting her neck and chest with an ice pack.
"No, she'll overreact and fly down here even though we are flying home tomorrow." Brittany replied.
"But you're having a flare up." Mackenzie whispered.
"Not a bad one, it's just from the sun." Brittany smiled. "I'm okay, baby."
Mackenzie blinked slowly and nodded. "What should I do now?"
"Cuddle with me." Brittany laughed. "Seriously Mack, I just need to sleep a little and let the pills kick in."
"Can we fly home now?"
"I can't fly like this." Brittany shook her head. "Let's finish talking about the boys you like, it'll take my mind off of the pain."
Mackenzie nodded and shuffled to lie down facing her mother, she ran her fingers through Brittany's hair and sighed when her mother's eyes closed. "I'm listening, baby, so last night you mentioned a guy named Julio?"
Mackenzie blushed when Brittany opened her eyes. "He's so cute. He follows me on Instagram now."
"Grab your phone so I can see his picture." Brittany laughed slightly before wincing.
"I don't want to leave you, it's okay, I can describe him instead." Mackenzie shook her head.
Brittany nodded. "Okay, go for it..." She locked eyes with Mackenzie, making sure to let her know she was really okay and just needed to rest for a few hours.
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