No one cares when you're sad

No one cares when you're happy

Maybe if I leave

People will worry about me

The ringing of my cell phone wakes me, and I jerk up from bed. 3:09 am. Santana's arms are wrapped around me, so it causes her to wake up too. I answer, and the woman at the front desk of the hospital informs me that Adriana had a seizure.

"Everything is fine," she tells me and I sigh in relief. "when she woke up again, she remembered your mother. Amelia, is it? She recognized her, so that's a very good sign. Maybe she will be healthy enough to release her in the evening. We'd like to watch her a little more."

Santana stares at me worriedly as soon as I hang up. She sits up in bed and hugs her knees to her chest with a frown.

"Is it bad? If it is, don't tell me."

"What if it's a little bit of both?"

She closes her eyes and bites her lip, thinking momentarily. "Fine, tell me."

"She had a seizure a couple of hours ago, but when she woke up again, she remembered who Amelia was."

She breathes out deeply and lies back down while looking up at the ceiling. I do the same and turn to look at her. A small smile is on her face as a tear streams down her cheek bone. I turn my body to face her, then embrace her tightly. Her lips press against my head softly. Finally, things are starting to get better.

...

Everyone gets into the car to go see Adriana. The sun is just about to set. My day was spent packing stuff with Sam, Quinn, and Rachel as Santana went out to entertain the kids. The U-haul truck should be unloaded by the time we get home with Adriana. Sam, Quinn, and Rachel said they'd put the boxes in the rooms so that everyone can unpack and come home to rest.

As soon as we get out of the car, the kids race into the hospital. A woman leads us to her room and there she is. Adriana; she's sitting on the bed looking at magazines as her bags rest on the floor. She looks up and the kids race to her side. Hugs and kisses are being passed around, then it's Santana's turn. She embraces her tightly and closes her eyes, taking in the feeling of happiness radiating off her body. She looks at me as I grab her bags, but then Santana takes them away.

"Hermosa," the woman whispers contently and hugs me. " Como estas?"

"I think I should be asking you that question." I reply with a smile and she chuckles. One of the nurses pops their head in to tell us we can't leave until we sign some papers. Weird. I thought I filled out all the papers that needed to be done. It's a secret though. They're not supposed to know. Adriana's doctor comes in and hands her a clip board. She looks at it confused and scans the page.

"What is this?"

"Billing information." he replies and hands her a pen.

"Can we do it in payments?"

"No-"

"B-but I don't have a job and neither does my sister she can't help me anymore."

"It says here that the finances have been taken care of. It's been charged by your savings. This is so that the information can be mailed to you if there's any questions."

"But we don't have a savings account. Who's paying for it?" Santana asks and crosses her arms to her chest.

"Let's see. It says here a Ms. Brittany Susan Pierce will be transferring payments to us."

I feel eyes of Santana and Adriana bore into me until I finally look up. My hands grab the clipboard and fill in my address. He thanks me, then walks out.

"Gracias, Brittany." Adriana whispers and rubs my shoulder with a smile as she kisses my head. I smile and watch her walk out as Amelia stands at the threshold waiting for her with the children. Santana steps closer to me with her arms crossed and a small smile on her face. She scratches her forehead, then sighs deeply.

"Thank you." she whispers and plays with her fingers. I grab her fidgety hands and she looks into my eyes shyly.

"You don't need to say that, Santana." I tell her and she looks down at the floor with a shy smile. My hands grab the bags from the floor once more and she follows me out. Now, we're going home.

Everyone walks in and eyes the house in awe. Adriana looks at the kitchen in fascination, then goes to the decor in the living room. The children walk slowly without touching anything because they think they might break something.

"This is your house? It's like a princess house!" Alissa exclaims and listens to her echo. Hailey races up stairs and picks her room along with Michael and Alissa. The new furniture should have arrived earlier today. Adriana and Amelia share a room as well and set up the other rooms as guest rooms. Michael has his own small bed a couple of feet beside Alissa. In between the two mattresses, there's a dresser with a lamp just in case they get scared at night.

Since all they had to pack were their clothes, everything is settled by the end of the night. Everyone is getting ready to rest. All the children slipped into their PJ's and brushed their teeth.

"It's almost midnight. You guys need to sleep." Santana declares as Alissa and Michael jump on their new beds. She steps inside and I close the door, but leave it open about an inch.

"Tell us a story!" they both demand in unison and Santana sighs wearily.

"Fine, Fine." she gives in and tucks the blankets over their small bodies. Gently, I open the door a little wider and stare at her, intrigued. She kneels to the carpet in between both mattresses and thinks for a second. The night light makes her skin shimmer and glow beautifully. Her eyes glance at different things around the room, then she clears her throat and begins:

"Once upon a time, there was a princess named Brittabella. She had shiny blonde hair and bright blue eyes that made everyones tummy tingle."

"Like Brittany's?" Michael asks in a whisper.

She pauses. "Yeah, like Brittany's." she says softly and looks at both the children in each bed.

"Anyway, she was so rich, she had teddy bears made of chocolate all over her house. She didn't have nice parents like all the other Princesses her age. Everyone would make fun of her because instead of loving the Prince her parents chose for her, she loved another man that walked her dogs for money; since he didn't have as much as she did. His name was Sir Santapolis."

I smile widely and watch both Alissa and Michael listen to the very familiar tale.

"He hand big brown eyes and matching silky hair. One day, Sir Santapolis saw the princess struggling with her house keys and quickly helped her solve the problem. It turned out that the lock sometimes got a little stuck. They became friends immediately and saw one another continuously. Sir Santapolis really liked being with the princess because she was smart, funny, and so amazingly beautiful. He loved her and she loved him."

"I like this story." Alissa interrupts and holds her teddy bear tightly.

"Me too." Santana agrees and tucks the small girls silky hair behind her ear. "Well, Sir Santapolis invited the Princess to a royal festival and guess what happened that night?"

They look at her hopefully and wait.

"They kissed."

They scrunch their noses in disgust and cover their faces with the blanket. Santana laughs and fixes her hair in a side braid.

"The paparazzi that was there took lots and lots of pictures of the secret kiss, then posted them everywhere for the whole kingdom to see. Her father had an evil minion that told him the news he had to know. The king didn't want the princess to see Sir Santapolis ever again. He shouted and yelled for her to keep away from him and she did."

"But why? I thought she loved him!"

"Oh, she did! But princess Brittabella wanted to protect Sir Santapolis from getting hurt because the king was going to swing his evil wooden stick and zap Sir Santapolis away forever."

Both their eyes widen in shock, but then slowly begin to close wearily.

"They didn't talk for many days. Princess Brittabella tried and tried to convince Sir Santapolis to stay away because she was dangerous, but he didn't want to. He missed her too much."

"This much Sani?" Alissa asks and spreads out her arms as wide as she can. Santana smiles and nods.

"Yes, that much. Sir Santapolis missed her so much that he asked the Magic Mirror in his room to zap him away."

"What? Why?"

"Because if he was zapped away, his heart wouldn't hurt. When Princess Brittabella found out he was zapped away, she quickly ran to his old home in the village and found him slowly vanishing into the air. She begged and begged the Magic Mirror for him to come back and he did."

"Oohh..." Michael and Alissa say in unison while she continues.

"While Sir Santapolis was getting his body back to normal, the Princess would talk to him in his sleep. She didn't know if he was going to come back, but then, fairy godmothers came and took him away!"

"Why, Tana?" Michael mumbles and bites on the toy in his hand.

"He needed to get better. Then one day, he came back and went to the Princess' favorite ice cream place, hoping to see her there."

"Did they see each other?"

"Yes, they did and when they reunited, they made sweet, hot-"

"Cookies! They made cookies." I finish the sentence and race to her side. She laughs and nudges me playfully.

"That's exactly what I was going to say!" Santana turns to look at me and smirks. I roll my eyes and nudge her while taking a seat beside her.

"She took care of him forever and ever because that's what you do when you love someone. Sir Santapolis later moved into the Princess' castle with his mom and all his siblings because the Princess didn't want to see her Prince living in a bad home. Everyone lived forever, and they lived happily ever after. The end."

By the time she finishes, the kids are already asleep. Their breathing fills the silence of the room and the night light glows in the darkness. Santana turns to look at me and kisses my shoulder.

I lead her out into my room and she lies me down. Her hips straddle mine. My eyes can't help but look at every inch of her body. She's just so beautiful. She defines the meaning of beauty. My hands run down her neck, passed her breasts and down her toned stomach. Everyday, I discover new things about her. New laughs, new weaknesses, and I embrace them entirely. That's why I know her so well. I know when she wants me against her and when she just needs to be left alone. Right now, she wants me against her. Her lips capture mine fully and passionately. I feel the temperature in my body heat up as she continues to kiss me. Then, her soft lips trace patterns down my neck.

"She took care of him forever and ever because that's what you do when you love someone." she repeats a sentence from the story and looks deeply into my eyes. I tuck a strand of her hair behind her war and push my elbows up to kiss her again. Her hands travel down my body and begin taking off my shirt and-

Suddenly, the phone rings. Santana groans in disappointment and moves from on top of me so I could pick it up.

"Hello?"

"You have received a collect call from: Sean Pierce," a machine answers from the other line and then he says his name. My heart drops into the abyss I forgot was still in the pit of my stomach.

"Would you like to accept, or decline this call?"

I swallow hard and stay motionless on my bed, contemplating whether I should or shouldn't accept it.

"Accept." I say shakily and pull my bangs back. Santana looks at me confused and waits patiently before me.

"Hello? Is anyone there?"

It's him. My father. His voice sounds the same. Cold and scratchy because if how many cigarettes he smoked.

"Y-yeah, yeah."

"Brittany, honey! I'm sorry it's so late, I'm so glad you answered."

He's a phony, fake, two faced liar. I've memorized every tone his voice has reached and this particular tone is a simple one. The one he uses when he needs something.

"What do you want?" I ask coldly and he laughs.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing. When will you come down to see your old man?"

"I don't see why I should."

"Can you just come for a visit? We need to talk about some things and the restaurant. It's important."

I sigh frustratedly and think for a moment. "I'll think about it." I respond.

"Okay, well if you do decide to come, come Friday. Visitors are only allowed here Friday."

The line stays silent for moments.

"Well," he begins and coughs horrendously. "bye, sweetie."

I hang up. My eyes are glued to the space in front of me. Santana shakes me, but I don't react. I feel like the earth's rotation just slowed down. What is this feeling on my chest? It feels heavy and I can't really breathe.

"He wants me to see him Friday." I blurt out and Santana eyes fill with anger, but she controls it well. My feet drag across the floor as I sit by the window to get some air. Flashbacks take over my head. The belt, the cuts, the screaming. I can't take the screaming anymore.

"And you're going?"

"I don't know."

A pause. Tension fills the room. I can feel it with my fingers. She stands beside me and lets out a short breath.

"He hurt you so many times, Brittany, and not once did he say he was sorry."

"C'mon Santana, give me a break! What if he changed?"

"And what if he didn't. What are you going to do?"

A tear streams down my face as my eyes lock with hers, but then I turn a different way and wipe it off. I hear her sigh and curse under her breath softly.

"I'm sorry, babe." she whispers and grabs my arm gently. "I just...I don't want you to get your hopes up for nothing."

I nod understandingly.

"If you want to go Friday, then I'll take you. Is that okay?"

I nod once again and she pulls me in for a tight hug. The warmth of her body relaxes me. It's okay, I know she's trying to protect me. I'm glad I have her because I think I'll need someone once this gets a lot harder.