OMG... im back, i hope people didnt give up on me. its been so long sorry honestly i dont know where time went i apologise profusely and anyway i dont know when the next chapter will be up. but my other story got deleted so i kinda gave up on trying to get it back. in which case i dont own glee all mistakes are mine sorry. please enjoy also this is a really short chapter.

2 weeks later…

No one had heard from Santana not even her kids. Brittany is distraught, she doesn't know what to do with herself. She spends her days moping around. The kids are the same even Myles. Kurt and Rachel have been their knights in shining armour, doing their groceries and cleaning up. Taking the kids to and from school and clubs.

Blaine and Quinn had, tried multiple interventions with Santana, only to be met with the finger or a thrown glass. Quinn decided it was time to throw in the big guns. Starting with Devon. Who at this point was sporting a little bump. Quinn had to bribe her with ice cream and sonic and a shopping trip after the baby is born.

Walking into her hold house. Felt weird. There was an eery feel now, dark, lonely. Devon walked into the den. Where sat Santana in the rocking chair, swaying forward and backwards. All skinny. Sunken face, eyes empty, hair lifeless. This wasn't her mother. It was a stranger in her mothers body. Who was slowly destroying it and everything around. All her passion and fire had been stolen and locked up in a cage.

"How far along?" The voice broke Devon out of her thoughts. It was raspy still it sounded like home. Like what Devon has longed for these past months. Yeah staying at Quinns was fun and Amelia was great company. But she just wanted her mom.

"What do you mean?" Devon asked pulling her jacket around her front hands in her pocket.

Santana sighed. "Don't lie. I'm your mother."

Devon scoffed, "A month."

"Why didn't you tell me." Santana asked, her voice breaking.

Devon sat down on the couch. "Because you weren't here."

"I'am always here." She whispered.

"no your not. You haven't been here for ages." Tears where welling up.

"im okay." Santana stated unconvincingly.

Devon scoffed again, "Don't lie to me. Your are far from fine. So don't go there."

"fine. But what do you want me to say, that I'm sorry because I'm not, that I'll stop. I won't."

the tears fell, "we mean that little to you?"

"what?"

" me, cruz, myles, luna. Brittany. I thought you cared" Devon rasped.

"I do but you'll be better off without me."

"You mean you'll be better off without us in your way."

"No. Its not like you came to me anyway." Santana muttered, hurt written all over her face.

"Dont. You. Dare. You know full well I couldn't come to you."

"I know…I'm sorry. I really am." Santana really didn't want to unload on her daughter. "What can I do to make this better?"

"Get help. Rehab. Therapy. Because if you don't get clean you will not be in mine or this babies life. And I can vouch that you won't be in any one else's."

"But the media." Santana tried.

"Don't use that as an excuse mom. You don't have to go public. Apart from you released a song called Sober about you not being sober."

"I didn't even realise I did that." Santana sighs. "i'll do it. But it won't be easy."

"I know it's happened before. But I'm older now. Britt's here and everyone else. Mom I'm so proud of you for this." Devon said giving Santana a teary hug "i love you."

"Thank you baby. I love you so much." Santana said breathing her daughter in. Devon pulled away. "where you going?"

"To tell my father about this bun in the oven." Devon laughed. "And you have a call to make."

Santana smiled for what felt like the first time. "Yes we will discuss that more when I'm better." She stated sternly, slightly smiling as she itched her arm. They said their goodbyes.

Santana grabbed her phone and ringed the number she knew by heart. It ringed "Britt Britt?" She rasped.

"San?" Brittany asked surprised. The phone shaking in her hands much like Santanas.

"Im sorry and I'm ready."

"Ready for what?"

"To get help." Tears slipped down her face.

"Oh baby I'm so proud. Me and the kids will be back tomorrow." Brittany cried tears of joy and relief

"Thank you." Santana whispered.

"No thank you. I love you so much. We will talk more when where back."

"Yeah."

XOXO Di