Disclaimer. A small part of this is a song fic. I do not own the songs from Sweeny or the original characters from Glee.

=Santana=

I stare back at myself in the mirror when did I get so old? Lucas already found my first gray hair last year. I found Brittany's when she teased me about it(her blonde hair hid it much better) The six days of no sleep had to help with me looking like my mother. The bags under my eyes were cringe worthy and no amount of concealer would hide it enough.

Brittany developed a mega infection involving a high fever. Her breast are still hurting. Our parents are tag teaming with the kids and the baby is staying here with us. The doctors are finally letting her breast feed now that her fevers down, and thats been helping her feel less detached due to everyone doing everything else. I've always been secretly jealous of the closeness she shared and shares with Lucas and Charlie that came from breast feeding. Not resentful just jealous because it's something I will never have. I know he's gone, but nightmares aside,sx I'm still reminded of my uncle daily either it's a creep at work who can't keep his eyes on his work or something as natural as carrying a child.

"Hello do you remember me?" soft hands covered my eyes as the screeching that is Rachel Berry flows through my ears. I smile at my close friend as Quinn walks in holding a sleeping Jameson.

"Where are the twins?" Brittany asks moving so she could see better.

"Your Mother stole them on her way out after the begging of your's for a play-date." Quinn says joking putting the sleepy three year old down while he looked confused and reached back up. Reluctantly she picked him back up and his thumb went to his mouth.

"Still haven't broke him of that." I say nodding towards his thumb and his clinging.

"We've almost got him broken of it except when he's tired or in a new place; this is a double whammy for him. The doctor says he'll out grow it eventually."

"But his dentist says it can permently effect his bite." Rachel says. The two of them start an argument they had many times before and I've even heard over the phone. Jamie sleeps though it but Charlie starts screaming. Brittany shoots us all a look and the 'Odd Couple' quiets and I scoop him up. Hushing him back to sleep. "Aww I want another one." Rachel says pouting up at Quinn who just shook her head.

"The twins aren't enough? We agreed on one each and you got lucky and got two and besides I'm happy with three."

"Isn't it funny how we both had two boys and a girl." Brittany says taking him from me when he started crying again.

"Sure is. How are you feeling?" Quinn says putting the toddler down once more. He ran up to see the baby. Causing her to hesitate his feeding.

"Is this where babies come from?" He asks me and we all share a look before laughing.

"Yep every city has a baby factory located in the hospital but they start as a pea and until they get big enough a Mommy has to keep him warm in her tummy." Quinn said and I couldn't keep a straight face because in our case that is almost exactly where babies come from and is a G rated way to tell the truth.

"You'll have to write that one down for me." I give her a hug before she left to give Britt and Charlie some rest. Jamie was getting restless and Rachel was talking to Patti on her cell phone. Apparently Nathan and Lucas did something which prompted her to demand to call her mother to tattle. She's a known tattle tell even at age five. If another child cuts in line for the slide, she'll take it as a criminal offense. That kid really needs some help. I knew better than to say anything. I had a hot-headed little boy and a hyper competitive daughter, and besides you don't point out somebody else's child's faults.

Sometime after Quinn left. I just watched Brittany and Charlie sleep until exhaustion took me over and I fell asleep too.

The first thing I remember is seeing a blured figure. The figure was tall and fit. "Brittany?" I say sitting up from the...waterbed? That was the first indicater that something was wrong. We never had a waterbed they make her sea sick, and Sasha and Pat think their tacky and a money-pit.

"No, try again." It was a males voice. Everything was unbelievably foggy. I try desperately to remember something before I passed out. I was at one of Sasha's parties with Brittany. Mike and three others agreed to stay sober. Ian was a friend of Pat's and the only other guy that was sobor. After barfing on Mike and crying about something. He offered to take me home. I barely knew the guy but the achohol must have been dulled my anxiety.

"Mike is that you?" I try to get up but nothing worked my head was swimming.

"Hey let's get you in something more comfortable. If we were still at the party I would just use your wife's cothes that conveniently fall off when she gets smashed.

"No, I'm fine really." I slur but he manages to remove my shirt. "No, don't." I try to say more forcebliy trying and epicly failing to shove him off.

"You're amazingly sexy, Tana."he says unsnapping my bra. His hands flow down slowly to my skirt. I still try to shove him or exercise any of my defense classes but due to what ever was flowing through my system I could only slightly press against his chest which probably only excited him further. He kisses me before going down and kissing my breast and then removes my underware. I try to kick him. "No, no, no Tana. None of that."

"Shh...It's alright." I hear her stroking my legs. Brittany was half out of bed looking like she was about to pick me up and rock me.

I just nod and crawl into bed with her burying my nose into her sholder. "The doctors say I can probably come home tomorrow, one the condition that if my fever spikes again you or our parents take me back here.

"That's good. Brittany?"

"Yes babe."

"I'm never going to drink at one of Sasha's parties again and If you decide to I will be extreamly clingy"

"Did you have a creepy date rape dream again." I just nodd. "Baby I would never let you go home with someone you wouldn't do if you were sober.

"But what if you were drunk too?"

"Nope, Sasha, Pat, Tina, Jenny and Mike wouldn't let you either." Jenny was the desk clerk at the studio that booked competitions. She used to be a Rocket before she broke her back in an accident now she's lucky if she can to a intermediate routine. She's a very sweet girl. However comfornting her words were it was an uneasy feeling that wasn't going away. I think the realness or possibily of me being rubied was one of the most realistic nightmares, even logicly, I had in a long time. Brittany most have felted how tense I was so she started singing an acutal song from a horror musical. But I still found it comforting.

Nothing's gonna harm you, not while I'm around.

Nothing's gonna harm you, no hun, not while I'm around.

Demons are prowling everywhere, nowadays,

I'll send 'em howling,

I don't care, I got ways.

No one's gonna hurt you,

No one's gonna dare.

Others can desert you,

Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there.

Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while,

But in time...

Nothing can harm you

Not while I'm around...

Not to worry, not to worry

I may not be smart but I ain't dumb

I can do it, put me to it

Show me something I can overcome

Not to worry, babe

Being close and being clever

Ain't like being true

I don't need to,

I would never hide a thing from you,

Like some...

No one's gonna hurt you, no one's gonna dare

Others can desert you,

Not to worry, whistle, I'll be there!

Demons'll charm you with a smile, for a while

But in time...

Nothing can harm you

Not while I'm around..

It's weird that a song from Sweeny Todd, a musical about killing people and baking them into pies could be so comforting, but I felt safe again. I pecked her on the lips before moving out of the cramped bed.

AN: Reviews are always nice and often gives me the boost to work through the writers blocks I get into. I've been handwriting some of this which is worse than my typing so I hope most of it came out readable. Thanks for reading and please review :)