CHAPTER 30

A/N: Hi Guys, so... I expected that the previous chapter might scare some of you or make you sad. I sometimes tackle topics that are not pleasant but that are important for the characters' journey.

Thanks to May1217, Mostories, Olivia, Berrylucky5, kelenhermitha and the guests for their reviews, without forgetting those who chatted with me on social networks. Special thanks to (1) Buffycl for catching up so quickly with my story and for our interesting chats and (2) the Guest who absolutely made my day with the kindest review I have ever read, I'm glad you appreciate the life issues I include in this story and I truly thank you. Without knowing, you posted your review at a moment I really needed to hear something like that!

Now, back to the story because that's what we are here for! For once, this chapter only covers 24 hours and alternates POV between Santana, Brittany and Quinn. But it's mostly Britt, because even though we got a glimpse of her frustration in the past chapter, I think it's time to hear her thoughts. We pick up right where we left off: after their heartbreaking discussion, Santana has gone to work and Brittany is at home.


8:00 AM – AT HOME – BRITTANY POV

I'm watching Sofia having breakfast while I'm drinking my tea in the kitchen. I have no idea where Santana is… She is normally at home in the morning and has breakfast with us but when I got up, I saw that her car was gone… We have not spoken since she ran into her bedroom last night. When I saw how upset she was, I felt so bad that I even stood outside her room for a while, debating with myself whether I should knock on her door or not… But when I heard her cry through the door, I didn't have the guts and I went hiding in my room, like a coward.

I thought about her most of the night though, I could not get those sad eyes out of my head... until I fell asleep out of exhaustion. Even though I can't pretend to magically have feelings for someone I barely know, I should have been more diplomatic about it… After everything she went through, she doesn't deserve any more pain. I can only imagine what the last two weeks have been like for her… Hearing that her pregnant wife was in a car accident, not knowing if any of us would make it… only to eventually discover that I don't even remember her…

But having amnesia has been really tough on me too. I feel uncomfortable all the time, it doesn't matter where I go, what I do, or who I talk to because everyone is a stranger… even my parents, my long-term friends or the woman I married… I don't know who I am, or what my life purpose is. It's so frustrating and overwhelming that most days, I don't have the will or patience to deal with… anything.

I basically spend my days sleeping or watching TV… Anything I can do to stay home and avoid people really, because it's too awkward to be around them. They all know so much more about me than I do myself! And they all seem to have such a high opinion of me that I feel that I can only disappoint them now, especially Santana and Sofia… It's just too weird! In principle, before you get married, you date and move in together, you build your relationship over the years. And I know that Santana and I actually did all that but it doesn't feel that way for me, because I basically woke up and suddenly discovered that I was married. I have no idea how to be her wife when I have only known her for two weeks…

And it's the same with Sofia... Most people plan the birth of their kids and in any case, they have 9 months to get used to the idea of becoming a parent. But me, I woke up and I learned that I was the mother of a toddler. I don't even know what I'm doing when I take care of her, I feel like I'm the worst mother in the world and that Santana has to clean up my mess all the time… And like that was not overwhelming enough, I'm also going to have twin babies in three months… This is really a lot to take in… I have been so focused on trying to process this whole situation that I have been too self-absorbed to see the impact my amnesia has had on the others around me.

But I can tell that since I yelled at her, Sofia doesn't like to be around me… She doesn't pay much attention to me and barely speaks when it's just the two of us. But as soon as Santana gets home, her face lights up and she can't stop talking to her mama… I'm trying to regain her trust but I guess that it will take time. As for Santana… even though I don't always know how to interact with her, she's actually the only person I feel comfortable to hang out with. She's has been really thoughtful and patient with me, she tries her best to make it easier on me… And this is how I repay her…? By doubting her feelings for me or the twins, and by breaking her heart?

But after what James said, how can I know anything? Before talking to him, I had no idea that Santana and I had fought over how many children we would have… What else is she not telling me? Were we even truly happy before the accident?

The doorbell suddenly pulls me out of my thoughts and I walk towards the front door to open it.

"Mike…? What are you doing here…?"

"Hi Britt!" He smiles. "Santana called me, she said that she had to go early to work this morning and couldn't drive Sofia to daycare so she asked me to pick her up."

I don't even have time to reply that Sofia runs into the hall, enthusiastically shouting "Uncle Mike!" before throwing herself into his open arms. Even Mike gets more love from my daughter than I do…

"Here's my ballerina!" He replies, lifting her and she immediately kisses his cheek.

"Ok… huh… I'll get her backpack…" I finally say.

I could have driven Sofia to daycare myself but I know that given my amnesia, Santana doesn't want me to drive, especially with Sofia in the car… Even though I actually remember how to drive, it's probably the only thing that I have not forgotten. How ironic is that…


LATER THAT MORNING - AT PARAMOUNT – QUINN POV

"So… I called Peter Edwards…" I say, walking into Santana's office and sitting next to her on the couch. "He's the best… divorce lawyer I know. And as a favour to me, he pushed some things around and agreed to meet you here at 2:00 PM this afternoon… "

"Thanks, Q… I really appreciate it." Santana replies, in a sad voice.

"You're sure you want to do this, San…?" I ask her once again.

"I told you, Quinn… I'm not planning to divorce Brittany but I have to make sure that I can claim rights over the twins in case she ever walks away. I can't take any risks when it comes to my children…"

I place my hand on top of hers and we both stay silent for a few minutes. This situation makes me sad too, I can't even imagine a world where Santana and Brittany wouldn't be together… And it breaks my heart to know that my godson might grow up without Santana in his life.

"Are you… OK?" I finally dare to ask her, even though I already know the answer.

She sadly sighs. "No…" She shakes her head. "My wife doesn't love me anymore… I don't even know if my marriage still means anything considering that she actually doesn't remember marrying me! And on top of that, I don't even know if I will get a chance to raise my sons…"

I'm about to reply to her but her phone suddenly rings. "It's Lee…" She says. "I'm sorry, Q. I have to take this."

I nod before getting out of her office. On my way to set, I take my phone and start typing a message.

TO "NAYA RIVERA": Hi Naya… I urgently need to talk to you. Can I come to your trailer?


LATER THAT DAY (AFTERNOON) – AT HOME – BRITTANY POV

I'm watching Glee, with the ever slimming hope that I'm finally going to remember something, when I suddenly hear the doorbell for the second time today. I didn't know that I was so popular…

"Hi Brittany!" I hear as I open the door.

"Hi… Naya." I reply, surprised to see her.

I met the woman just once since I got amnesia but I'm quite familiar with her appearance, considering how many Glee episodes I have watched and… how much she looks like San. I still find that resemblance highly disturbing…

"Did Santana send you?" I ask her.

"No, she doesn't even know I'm here." She replies and I'm more confused than ever. What is she doing here then?

"I don't mean to disturb you, Brittany…" She says. "I won't take much of your time, I have to go back to Paramount soon anyway, but… I heard what happened between you and Santana last night… And I think that there is something you should hear because it will help you distinguish the truth from the lies."

"Ok…" I comment, confused but also intrigued. "Please, come in…" I add, inviting her to join me in the living room.

"It's a long story…" She says. "… but a while ago, I witnessed a heated discussion between Santana and James, in a pub. It got tense right away and since Santana had already told me about him, I knew how she was likely to react and I figured that it might not end well… So I discretely recorded their conversation with my phone, in case she could use it to her advantage. And just like I suspected, it didn't end well… Santana slapped him across the face that day and he threatened to press charges. He completely deserved it by the way, that guy is an asshole! Fortunately, he never pressed charges but… I think you should listen to their conversation because it's pretty clear what his intention was…"

She plays the recording and I hear James and Santana arguing, about me. He clearly tries to provoke her on many occasions and at some point, he even says that he will use our baby fight as an excuse to comfort me and get closer to me… He also brags about the fact that he could get me pregnant, unlike Santana. After warning him to stay away from me, I hear Santana say that I would never agree to be with him, considering that he already tried to break our family – which he doesn't deny.

"James has been obsessed with you for a long time, Brittany…" Naya says once the recording ends. "He has never respected your marriage or your family and he has never given a damn about your love for Santana. You can't know from this recording but… believe me, that day, I saw it with my own eyes: he had this… vicious smirk and a machiavellian look on his face! He really enjoyed threatening Santana and driving her crazy."

"For that kind of guy, the end justifies the means." She adds. "And God knows that he tried every way he could think of to get you… He never succeeded because you always chose Santana. But now that you have amnesia, he shamelessly lies to your face to make her look bad because he knows that you are not able to call his lies. He's playing you, Brittany!"

"And I know that he managed to make you doubt her." She adds. "But do you even know what happened when you were unconscious at the hospital? Santana didn't leave your side… She didn't even sleep for three days! She fought with the doctors until they allowed her to stay with you during the night, that's why she was the first person you saw when you woke up. And she kept talking and singing to your twins because she was desperately trying to soothe them and get their heartbeat under control. Honestly, I'm pretty sure that she's the one who saved them…" She says and I feel even more guilty about what I said to Santana last night.

"I understand that this situation is difficult…" She adds. "I can't imagine how I would feel if I was in your shoes. But allow me to be blunt here: it actually could have been worse, Brittany. There were other possible scenarios… You could have woken up remembering everything, but with your babies being dead…" She says and I immediately feel a wave of cold sweat wash over me. "When you woke up, at least your twins were safe and you were surrounded by people who love you: your wife, your daughter, your parents, your friends… Don't push them away, they all want the best for you…"


LATER THAT DAY – AT HOME

After taking a shower to clear my head, I decide to text James and tell him to not approach me anymore. I'm actually pissed. My amnesia already makes me vulnerable by default because I'm forced to rely on people that I don't know. After all, they are the only ones who can help me put the pieces of the puzzle together. So I really don't need to be surrounded by some guy who thinks he has the right to take advantage of that. After sending him my message, I block his number again and see that I have an unread text.

FROM "QUINN": Hi Britt, could I drop by in half an hour? I'm done with work and I need to talk to you.

I sigh. Why do they all want to come here all of a sudden?

TO "QUINN": Hi Quinn… Ok, come over.


A WHILE LATER – AT SANTANA AND BRITTANY'S HOUSE – QUINN POV

"So I suppose that you know what happened last night… right?" Brittany asks me.

I silently nod in confirmation, noticing that she looks embarrassed.

"How is she…?" She asks me timidly.

"She's in pain, Britt… as you can imagine." I reply. "Even I feel sad, knowing what's happening between you two…"

This unfair accident has had awful consequences on both of my friends. I know that Brittany must feel really lost right now and I'm not even sure that she feels comfortable enough to discuss her feelings with any of us… I think she's doing the best she can given the circumstances. And I know how heavy this has been on Santana. I remember how sad and helpless she looked at the hospital, fearing that she would lose her wife and her babies. And now, even though they all survived, she's still faced with that same threat because Brittany might walk away and take the twins with her. Part of me wants to ask Britt if she actually considers raising those babies with San, but I know I can't ask her that. Brittany might not even know what she wants to do and I don't want to trigger her thinking on this topic just yet… Santana needs more time to find out how she can secure her parental status.

"I know that this is all very confusing, especially when some idiot puts wrong ideas in your head…" I say, referring to James. If I ever run into that jerk, I will give him a piece of my mind. I might even ask Puck to literally beat some sense into him.

"But you need to know that I saw you just a few days before your accident, Britt…" I say. "At Sofia's birthday party… And I know that you don't remember it, but you were at your happiest! Truly. And you don't even have to take my word for it, because I can prove it to you."

"How… ?" She asks, confused.

"Artie films Sofia's birthday party every year so I asked him for the footage." I reply. "I don't even think that Santana has seen it yet because you had your accident in the meanwhile. But we're going to watch it together because I remember the speech you made that day. And believe me, it clearly proves how you felt about your girls back then."

I take my tablet and fast forward the video until Britt makes her speech. "Here it is…" I say. "Listen closely."

"So I know it's not my birthday but I must confess that every year, I get very excited for this day because I get to spend it with all the people I love! And I'm really grateful for that…

Three years ago, I became a mom for the first time. And I owe it all to my wife so if you don't mind, I will take a minute to thank her. San… every day is a reminder that marrying you was the starting point of… everything that is good in my life. I love you more than you will ever know... and I will be eternally grateful to you for giving me the most wonderful daughter. I honestly can't wait to meet our twins because I'm sure that they will be just as amazing!

But now, it's time for me to address the star of the day… Peanut, you are the greatest joy in my life! You're always ready to have fun and you make me smile from the very first minute I see you in the morning... Just like your mama, you know exactly what you want and… what you don't want! You're curious about everything and everyone, and I love seeing the world through your eyes. You remind me every single day of what is truly important and I'm so proud of the sweet and smart little girl that you have become. It's an honour to be your mommy and I am excited about all the crazy adventures we're going to have together in the year to come. I love you more than anything, baby girl! Happy birthday!"

"See how happy you were?" I ask Britt as I stop the video. "I know that your amnesia made you forget but you and Sofia have always been very close... You're in awe with your little girl and you're such a great mom, Brittany! Everyone knows it!" I add. "And did you hear what you said about Santana? Even if you don't remember it, you love her! And in case that speech was not enough to convince you, you should know that once Sofia was asleep, you and Santana suspiciously disappeared while the rest of us were partying in the garden."

"Suspiciously disappeared?" She repeats, confused.

"I mean sex, Britt." I add, laughing.

"What?! Are you saying that Santana and I… had sex while you guys were at our house?" She asks, shocked.

"Yes."

"How would you possibly know that? Did you walk in on us?"

"I don't need to walk in on you! I have known you both for a very long time and you two are always all over each other! Seriously, you're kind of going at it like rabbits!" I say and I see her blushing. "Even more so when one of you is pregnant! And even if you tried to discretely join back the party, pretending that nothing happened, Santana's dorky face gave it away, as always…" I chuckle.


A WHILE LATER

"Let's just try for 30 more minutes, OK?" I ask Britt.

"Don't you see it's pointless, Quinn?" She replies. "You're wasting your time… I have already tried everything and nothing works! I still don't remember anything!"

"Well I can't give up, and neither should you by the way!"

"Why not?" She asks. "You know, when I woke up, I was actually full of hope! I thought that my amnesia was just a temporary consequence of the concussion and that after a few days, my stupid brain would heal and the memories would all come back. But they didn't! So I kept trying, only to be disappointed. And I'm not the only one! You think I don't see the desperate look in Santana's eyes every time she notices that I have forgotten something about her or the kids? Do you know how exhausting it is to have your hopes shattered like this every five minutes?" She argues. "Let's just take the example of the video you showed me earlier. Yes, clearly I looked happy and obviously, I was in love with my wife! I can see all that myself. And of course, I would like to feel like that again because right now, I don't even feel alive, I just feel like a damn ghost."

"Even more reasons to keep trying, Brittany" I reply. "You have to keep doing this work!"

"I'm tired." She says. "You should go home now, Quinn."

"Look…" I reply. "If you want me to leave, it's either we trigger your memories for 30 minutes or you throw me out of the house, OK? But since you're pregnant, I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't be able to throw me out. So we might as well start now." I add as she rolls her eyes in exasperation.


LATE THAT EVENING – AT THE PUB – SANTANA POV

"Hit me again…" I say to the bartender, pointing to my empty glass.

"You should go home, Rivera… It's late. You've babysat me long enough." I add, before taking a sip from my now full glass.

"Nah…" She objects. "I'm going to stay… because you need a friend right now and I have to make sure that the mother of my godson gets home safely." She replies.

"I'm not his mother." I reply and immediately down my glass because those words are so painful that it feels like a hundred sharp knives are stabbing my heart at the same time. "Brittany is the twins' mother. She's probably going to have beautiful blond babies that look like angels and they won't even be mine…" I say, shaking my head.

"Of course they're yours, Lopez!" She says.

"No… they're not. In the eyes of law, I'm not their mom, I'm… nothing really." I shrug as she frowns at me in confusion. "At least, that's what the lawyer said. If Brittany asks for a divorce, I will lose my wife and my boys…"

"But you don't even know if Brittany wants to get a divorce…" She says, giving my hand a squeeze to comfort me.

"But that's the thing, Naya... I don't know what she wants or plans to do! Anything can happen from here on..." I sigh.

"You know the worst part?" I add. "If there is one thing I have always been sure about ever since Brittany and I got together, it's that we fucking love each other! And even when we were at the worst of our heartbreaking baby fight, I held onto that and I even think that's what got us through! I never thought I would ever hear Brittany say that she doesn't love me anymore."

"But that's just her amnesia talking, Santana… You know that…"

"Let's say it's just the amnesia, and then? What if she never remembers, Naya? Is this how my life is going to be now? Honestly, I don't even want to go home tonight! Because there is nothing waiting for me there, except an estranged wife who is pregnant with babies that I might never get to raise. I even asked Mike and Tina to take my daughter to their house for the night because I felt that Sofia needed a change of scene. But that little girl is all I have right now! She's the only one that gives me a sense of normalcy…" I sadly shrug.

"Because truth be told..." I add. "...even if Brittany survived her accident, I feel like… I'm a widow! I'm actually mourning my wife because I don't know where my Brittany is and I miss her so fucking bad! My house used to be my favourite place on earth because as soon as I would come home, I would be greeted with a loving kiss from my beautiful, smiling, happy wife. I would see her looking at our daughter in adoration or find them dancing together.

But now? I go home and find a woman who is moody, completely withdrawn and frankly… quite mean! I don't know if she still wants us to be a family, it even feels like she has given up on everything. Every time I try to trigger her memories, she gets angry at me and says that it's pointless, she doesn't even want to make the effort anymore! So I have no idea what she will do! And that's why I met up with the lawyer because I can't just sit and hope for the best! I needed to know if I could have custody rights over the twins if Brittany leaves me. But he confirmed what I suspected… Unless she lets me adopt them or at least agrees to put my name on their birth certificates, I would not even have a parental status. Unless…" I trail off.

"Unless…?" Naya asks.

"His suggestion is… to argue that…" I sigh. "… that Brittany is unfit to take care of her children. He said that the fact that she refuses to go back to work or see her friends is already not playing in her favour… And then, he said that her change of attitude towards our little girl, especially her sudden anger around her and that statement of hers about Sofia not being her daughter… it can cause our child to be distressed, which would discredit her as a mother. And… according to him, in that case… I would win sole custody of all three kids."


LATER THAT EVENING – AT HOME – BRITTANY POV

I wake up on the living room couch, after falling asleep in front of the TV. I check my watch and notice that it's already past 1:00 AM. I don't think that Santana is here because I would have heard her coming home. I quickly check my phone but I don't have any message. I'm starting to get worried, I haven't heard from her all day…

But I suddenly hear the front door open and I get up just in time to see Naya desperately trying to help a sobbing – and obviously drunk – Santana walk.

"What happened…? Why is she crying?" I ask.

"She has had too much alcohol tonight…" Naya replies. "And sometimes, she cries when she's drunk. She just needs to sleep it off…" She adds, still helping San walk towards her bedroom.

"Do you need help?" I ask.

"It's fine, I can handle it…" She replies. "But could you maybe get her some water?"

I go to the kitchen to get a bottle of water and join them in the room. Santana is now laying on the bed while Naya is taking her shoes off but she's still crying.

"Don't go…" She begs Naya, grabbing her wrist before she can get up.

"I just need to talk to Brittany for a minute, Lopez. OK?"


A FEW MINUTES LATER – IN THE LIVING ROOM

I follow Naya into the living room, unsure of what she's going to tell me but I guess that she didn't want Santana to hear our conversation.

"So I'm going to leave now." She suddenly tells me, much to my surprise.

"What? But… she just said that she didn't want you to go…"

"There is a difference between what she says and what she wants, Brittany." Naya replies. "Obviously, she's sad and she doesn't want to be alone but that's not me she wants in there with her. It's you."

"But… she's crying!" I object. "And all I ever do is upsetting her, I'm just going to make it worse! Please, stay… I wouldn't even know how to comfort her..."

When I first met Quinn after the accident, she told me that she called me the "Santana whisperer" because apparently… I can predict how Santana reacts and I'm the only one that can calm her down. I really wish I was still able to do that, but I don't because I'm just a useless amnesiac.

"I'm sure that you'll figure it out." Naya replies, completely ignoring my concerns and walking towards the front door.

"What kind of friend are you, abandoning her when she's so upset?" I ask her in an angry tone, following her. I don't know how I used to handle stressful situations before the accident, but now, every time I panic, it comes out as anger.

Naya turns back to me and I can tell that she's pissed off. "A great one, actually." She replies, crossing her arms and looking me straight in the eye. "The kind of friend that drags your wife's drunk ass all the way here just to be sure that she gets home safe! And believe me, Brittany, leaving now is actually the best thing I can do for her, for you and for my godson!"

"Look…" She sighs. "I know that it has been tough on you…" She says. "… But it has also been tough on Santana. Let me remind you that besides being her wife, you have always been her best friend. And that's what she needs right now! So go in there and be HER. BEST. FRIEND! And don't you use your lame 'I wouldn't know how' excuse on me because that's not going to work! If you don't know, you will learn!" She adds, raising her arms. "It's as simple as that! Honestly, I think we have all walked on eggshells around you for way too long but now, it's time for some tough love! So listen to me…" She says, pointing her finger at me and I'm unable to react because I had no idea that Naya could be so direct.

"You have got to quit being this pathetic couch potato! I know that it's not your fault if you became amnesiac, but the way you are behaving now is simply not good enough. You have to try harder, Brittany! Santana has been there for you and for your children, she has taken everything on her shoulders! So it's time to return the favour and be there for her. Because guess what… whether you get your memories back or not, you are a wife and a mother! And they all need you! You have to wake up from this... stupor of yours and fight for your family before it's too late!" She adds before leaving the house, leaving me in shock.

Before it's too late? What does that even mean?


A FEW MINUTES LATER – AT HOME

I'm standing outside Santana's bedroom for the second night in a row, unable to move because I'm torn… I'm nervous and uncomfortable but it breaks my heart to know that she's crying alone in her room so I eventually go in.

I find her laying in a fetal position on her bed, looking incredibly sad. "Where is Rivera?" She asks in between sobs.

"Hum… She had to leave…" I reply. "But… I can stay with you if you want…" I whisper timidly before sitting on the edge of the bed.

She locks her eyes with mine for a brief moment. "You don't have to…" She says. "It's late, you shouldn't sacrifice your sleep… and certainly not for a stranger ..."

"San…" I say in my softest voice. "I'm really sorry for what I said last night, I never meant to hurt you…"

"Don't be sorry… You just said how you felt. You can't force yourself to love someone, Britt..." She replies in a sad tone.

"It's just that… it's been two weeks, San… It's too short of a time for me to develop romantic feelings but that doesn't mean that I don't feel anything…" I shrug. "I care about you and… I truly hate to see you sad…" I admit. "So even if my amnesia makes me pretty clueless, I'm going to try my best to take care of you." I add.

She frowns in confusion but doesn't object.

"First, you're going to finish that bottle of water otherwise you will have a killer hangover tomorrow." I say, handing her the bottle. "Come on… Drink up!"

While she drinks, I grab her a pair of PJs. "Now put this on, because I don't think that sleeping in a shirt and a skirt is comfortable."

She tries to unbutton her shirt but she's so clumsy right now that she doesn't succeed. I don't even know why I thought that she would manage considering that Naya basically had to carry her to her bedroom.

"Let me help you with that…" I say, sitting by her side. But as I unbutton the first button, I suddenly realize how intimate this simple act is. Ever since my accident, I have always tried to keep a safety distance with her – except for that very first night where I inadvertently fell asleep on her - because I feel too uncomfortable, even for an innocent hug.

Even though I can feel her eyes on me, I keep focusing on my task, trying to ignore the fact that it progressively reveals her body.

"I huh… it's fully unbuttoned." I say.

"Thanks." She replies before taking off her shirt in front of me, as if that was no big deal. Although I guess that for her, it's not really a big deal… But for me, it's different… Even though she's still wearing her bra, I can't help but look at her cleavage. I married the woman after all, I suppose it's normal to be curious… And it's hard to not notice that she's hot, that is already pretty obvious when she is fully clothed.

"Can you unhook it?" She casually asks, referring to her bra, before turning to her side to give me a better access. Although I actually undo it, I immediately feel intimidated, it's just too much intimacy at once.

"I'll go get you so more water, just in case…" I say as an excuse to get out of the room.

I go back to the kitchen and try to breathe in and out to calm down. Why am I struggling so much with any kind of closeness with her? Did I have this issue before the accident? I suppose not, since Quinn said that Santana and I were always all over each other… Then why…? But I don't have time to figure this out right now, I have to shake it off - at least enough to be able to go back into that room because it should be all about Santana right now.

After another few minutes, I go back to her room. She's in bed, this time wearing her PJs, but she's still looking very vulnerable. After watching me go around the bed and lay next to her, she throws me a confused look.

"If you're OK with that… I could sleep here tonight…" I say. "… and I could... spoon you. Or maybe you should spoon me because the twins are pretty much in the way…" I add, pointing to my huge pregnant belly. I don't know if spooning is enough to comfort her but I'm pretty sure it will help.

She silently nods and I'm grateful that she doesn't question it. She slowly gets closer to me, gently pressing her front against my back. I'm not ready to offer anything else because this is already way out of my comfort zone but somehow, it doesn't feel as strange as I thought it would.

SANTANA POV

I can't believe that Brittany is in our bed, I'm not sure where this is coming from because she usually acts so distant. But I don't even want to ask her because the question would probably make her uncomfortable. For the same reason, I don't dare to be too invading with my embrace either. But this is actually the closest we have been since her accident, I can even smell her shampoo... I wonder if I will remember all this tomorrow… Considering how bad my room is spinning, I'm probably still pretty drunk…

We stay like this for a while until she breaks the silence, probably to check if I'm asleep. "San?"

"Yeah?" I whisper.

She remains silent for a few seconds before turning around to face me.

"I... I actually married you and went on having three babies with you..." She says. "So I think it's pretty clear that I must have really loved you... And I want to remember you, you know… I really hope I can remember it all some day."

"I hope so too, Britt… I miss you…" I say, locking eyes with her.

"I know..." She replies. "But to be honest, I don't know if I will ever get my memories back. The more time passes, the less hope I have… But even if I never remember, who knows what will happen… Maybe I can fall in love with you all over again..."

I nod and give her a small smile. She's right, after all... who knows? If I managed to make her fall in love with me once, it could happen again… But like I said to Naya, anything could happen! Brittany could also decide that we do not belong together anymore... And I don't know what that would mean for the twins...

We look at each other in silence for a while, and even though I have not yet sobered up and I'm exhausted, an idea suddenly flashes through my mind.

"Britt… Would you consider going to Lima with me, for a few days?"


A/N: In this chapter, I wanted to explore how Brittany was feeling. And what I find interesting with her amnesia is that roles sort of reversed: Britt is more impulsive and impatient while Santana is more grounded, fighting for the kids that she originally didn't want.

I gave a much bigger role to the twins' godmothers in this chapter because I thought that it would be nice if they teamed up to try to undo the damage caused by James. And I thought a lot about Naya lately, which honestly made me pretty sad, so I really wanted to bring her back. Besides, who better than her could tell Britt to get her head out of her ass? ;-)

As you understood, the next chapter will take place in Lima (but that's all I have decided so far, I have no idea what I'm going to write next). Please review: did you enjoy seeing more of the godmothers? Will Santana discredit Brittany in order to get custody of the twins? Will they find a way to grow closer? Thanks for the read and until next time!