I just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews it means a lot. Just to clear things up no, Santana is not committing suicide. She's just stopped being who she was. She closed herself up even more, She's dealing with self hatred and depression. But, no she doesn't do that. I do not think it's true to her character because, even it the worst situations she's strong including this. Enjoy the story!

The leaves are changing to that vivid cherry, the climate is turning crisp and cool. The view outside the window in the past was a meaning of inspiration and idealism, now it was just a means of evasion. You honestly do not even what you're escaping from... Work? Santana? A screaming toddler? A super feisty kid? Maybe, you're trying to just escape from all the above. Its bizarre how one moment your life can be right on track, and Boom! That train you called "your life" is flipped over in a ditch...on fire. Today was gonna be just that a train wreck...Couple's counseling. You thought to attend couples counseling you had to be an actually couple. But, nope you're here because you honestly couldn't say no to that delicate face, and those tiny tear falling from hazel eyes that reflect your own.

FLASHBACK...

You're lying on the couch watching some brainless little kid show which basically is a knock off of Dora, with Emily lounging on your chest. The phone rings and this isn't the first time either, you so badly don't wanna move knowing this cuddle time with your daughter was restricted. But, you slip out from under her and tell her to stay put. You look at the Caller I.D. knowing whatever was in store for you wasn't favorable. "Wifey you make a mental note to change that later. "What?" you say not wanting to give her a greeting because she doesn't merit one. "Quinn, why the fuck was some random chick showing up at my door, saying she was taking MY kids. What kind of mess up shit is that? I don't want one of your new fuck buddies being around MY kids." She clamors into the phone. "Fuck me? Fuck you! Stop calling the girls your kids Santana they're just as much yours as they are mine. And, I'm not fucking anyone here you are remember? She been my best friends for years. Good to see how much of a fucking interest you took in the people in my life." You say before you hang up aggravated by her allegation. When you turn around teary hazel eyes look up at you about to burst. "Mommy?" is all single word she can emit. You scoop her up and take her back to the couch swaying her softly against her chest her adhering to your shirt. "Baby, I told you to stay here. You should not have her that stuff." You try to inform her. "Are you and Mami getting a di. a di. Are you and Mami breaking up?" You knew she was trying to say Divorce the word being too much of a mouthful for her. You want to lie to guard her but, you know the right this to say the truth "I don't know, it complicated right now.". "Everybody breaks up sissy says, she says when parents breaks up they are mean to one another and don't love one another no mores. And they fight a lot and yell. She says they yell a lot...I think you and Mami is broken up." You know she means that was the phone call looked like was all of things she's been told, and that she was figuring out the puzzle herself. "Sweetie, I don't know. But I promise I will always love your mami." you tell her trying to give her some hope. "You promised me and Sissy something a long time ago. You said you would never give up on us. Remember?" She informs you. You remember it the day they got into Santana makeup and destroyed her Chanel lipsticks. And, you told them no matter what you would never give up hope on them. "Yes, I do."

"Well you cannot give up on Mami promised." You want to rebel but you know she has a point. This was bigger than you and Santana, this involved them and you owed it to them to fight, to give them the uppermost life possible and that meant two loving parents in a sturdy home together being a family." I intend to keep that promise missy." You give her a small smile and a wink, she smirks back at you.

END OF FLASH BACK...

So, now you found yourself flipping through an ancient pile of catalogs, in a drafty waiting room, across from the woman who single handily brought you to cloud nine and then decide to push you off face first. Soon, some looking character brings you into he's office. You see two chairs sitting directly next to each other. You take the chair farest over and slide it away to distance yourself from her. This is gonna be good you think to yourself

Okay, I know super short! But, the next chapter will be long and I a lot will be clear up as well. The next chapter will include the therapy session and... remember that date Quinn went on... She's back too!