Brittany brought Santana home directly after she found out what happened. Santana sat motionless during the entire ride. When she dropped down on the couch, Santana pulled out her phone and dialed Manuel's number. She never thought that she would ever do that again but she wanted to know more about what happened.

Brittany still stood at the doorframe while Santana was on the phone. Trying to not interrupt the phone call, she went to the kitchen and started making tea for both of them.

"Stop fucking apologizing. I don't wanna hear that. I just want to know what happened to Dad." Brittany heard Santana's voice getting louder in the living room. She asked herself what relationship Santana and her dad had. Because apparently Santana still kind of cared about him.

Brittany dared to look at what Santana was doing when the other room went silent. Santana sat on the couch, nodding occasionally with her phone pressed to her ear. It seemed that Manuel was explaining the incident and what would happen next.

While Brittany waited for the water to boil, she listened to Santana's voice, "I know… Okay, I will think about it… Yeah… Bye." Santana ended the phone call and joined Brittany in the kitchen. She sat down next to her and just waited for Brittany to say something. At least Brittany felt like she was waiting.

"Do you already know what happened to him?" Brittany asked quietly. She wasn't sure if Santana wanted to talk about it but she tried to get the brunette to speak.

"Yeah… Apparently my mom found him in the bathroom yesterday evening, lying on the ground… He wanted to take a shower and it took him way too long so she decided to check on him. The doctor says that he suffered from cardiac insufficiency. Most patients don't realize that they are affected… My dad's heart was not able to pump blood through his entire body. If the disease is advanced enough it can be possible that he experiences a sudden cardiac arrest which practically means that his heart stops beating completely," Santana's voice broke at the last few words. It seemed like she just now realized that her father was really gone. Brittany moved her chair closer to Santana's and placed her hand into the brunette's shaking one. She pulled Santana into a side hug which made Santana lay her head on the blonde's shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Santana." She searched for the right words to say, "I'm going to do anything to make it better, okay? Just tell me and I'll do it." Brittany felt Santana nod against her shoulder and tighten the grip around her body.

"I have to leave, Britt," she admitted softly.

"You do?" Brittany asked, disbelieving. Why was she supposed to leave?

"Manuel just told me that the funeral is in two days and it seems like my dad included me in his will. A lawyer wants to talk to me…" she explained.

"Oh okay," Brittany stated, a bit lost for words. "I could come with you…" she suggested, "you wouldn't be alone…"

"No, you don't have to do that…" Brittany was a bit disappointed that Santana didn't want her there. "You have two jobs here and it would be too much to ask if you would come with me. My parents live in Ohio. It's like four hours away from here… I gotta do it on my own."

"Okay." Brittany knew that Santana just wanted the best for her but something made her sad that she couldn't be there for her if she needed help. "When do you have to leave?"

"Tomorrow morning, as soon as possible. I have to call Rachel and then I'll pack my bags and leave. I'll be back before you even realized that I left," Santana said with a small smile grazing her lips.

"I know that this is not gonna happen. I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too, Britt."

*B*S*

Brittany stayed the night even though Santana assured her that she would be okay. She wanted to be close to her and at least say goodbye before Santana left for an indefinite time.

"Drive safe, San. Call me when you arrived," Brittany said as she leaned against Santana's car. Santana brought her home and now she had to leave to arrive at Lima on time.

"I will, I promise." Santana stepped closer to the blonde before she gently pressed her lips against Brittany's. The latter hummed in response when the tingling feeling in her stomach appeared again. Every time Santana touched or complimented her it felt like there were thousands of butterflies caught inside of her. They both pulled away reluctantly and smiled at each other sadly.

"Bye." Brittany took a few steps away from the car and waved at Santana awkwardly as she stepped into her car.

"Bye."

*B*S*

Santana still was a bit sad that she couldn't see Brittany for such a long time but it was the best when Brittany continued working and not skipped it to accompany her. She could do this alone. At least she thought so.

She was still thinking about the way Manuel told her that the lawyer wanted to see her. Why would her father make her take part in his will? They hadn't talked for three years now. Why would she get something now? It was probably just a misunderstanding.

It took Santana a little over four hours until she recognized the familiar houses and roads of Lima. She would lie if she said that she missed it. Because she didn't miss it at all. She hated everything about this town. She didn't really have any positive memories of Lima, except Sugar. It instantly made her smile, thinking about her. She was just one of a kind. She had never met such a crazy person in her whole life before and that had to mean something because she knew Mercedes Jones and Rachel Berry.

She had to search for a cheap hotel and it took her a while till she found a decent one. When she entered the entrance hall, she couldn't believe who was standing behind the counter.

"No. Fucking. Way… Finn Hudson…"

"Santana Lopez?… How are you doing? I heard about your dad. I'm sorry." Of course he heard it already. It's freakin' Lima, Ohio. Everyone knew about everything in an instant.

"Yeah, thanks. I need a room for about two or three nights, I guess," Santana replied, not wanting to talk about her life with Finn. He never was a great friend to her. Yeah, Santana had to admit that she was a bitch in high school and they only had Glee in common but she never knew what to think about him. She didn't know why exactly…

"Yeah, sure." He looked at her a bit confused but searched for an available room in his computer. As if there wasn't a room left on a Sunday afternoon… "There ya go." He handed Santana the key. "Should I get your bags?"

"No, I got it." She grabbed her bags and walked towards the strange looking elevators. Maybe she should use the stairs…

After she reached the second floor, dragging her suitcase behind her, she took a deep breath. It would have probably been better if Finn had helped her but she wasn't really in the mood to have small talk with him. She entered her room and she had to admit that it didn't look that bad. There was a small desk with a flower on it and a freshly made bed.

When she placed the bags on her bed she instantly took her phone out off her pocket and dialed Brittany's familiar number. It didn't take long till Brittany picked up.

"Hey, San. How was your drive?"

"It was okay, I guess. Boring, as usual. I mostly listened to music…" Santana replied.

"Have you found a hotel yet?" Brittany asked curiously.

"Yeah, I just checked in. And I have to leave in a few 'cause I'm meeting the lawyer in about half an hour… I still don't know what to think about that."

"Do you think your mom will be there, too?" Brittany voice didn't sound so happy anymore and Santana instantly felt guilty for bringing up that topic.

"Yeah, I guess Manuel and maybe Isabella will be there, too," she said.

"Oh…" Brittany just replied. Santana still had no idea how Brittany and Isabella's conversation went. She had no intention to pry. But she was sure that Brittany was hurt. She seemed more depressed than usual.

"Yeah. So I don't really wanna go but I have to."

"Alright. Call me when you talked to them, yeah?"

"Sure. I'll talk to you later. Bye," Santana said.

"Bye." Santana hung up with a sigh and tossed her phone into her purse, ready to go.

*B*S*

"What the fuck is she doing here?" was the first thing Santana heard when she entered the huge courthouse doors. She instantly rolled her eyes at the already unbearable voice of her mother. The first thing she saw was her mom standing at the base of the stairs, dressed in her formal black skirt and blazer. Manuel was standing behind her, laying his hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down.

"Dad included Santana in his will…That's the reason she's here," he explained.

"WHAT?!" Maria shrieked, "Why did he do that? She's not part of this family. We talked about our testament and we both didn't lose a word about her." Santana just tried to ignore her mother but it didn't really work. "I want to talk to the lawyer. That was not what we agreed on. There must be a mistake, right? Right, Manuel?" Maria looked around frantically.

"Mom, calm down," Manuel said as he squeezed her shoulder. It made Santana sick to watch them. Apparently he was still on her side. "Let's just wait for what the lawyer has to say…"

"Lopez?" An older man behind the reception called their name which made all of them turn their heads towards the source of the voice, even Isabella. Right, Santana nearly forgot that she was part of their family, too. "Would you please follow me?"

They nodded their head. The man led them into a smaller room that kind of looked like a conference room. "Mr. Foster will be joining you soon. Please take a seat."

The silence in the room was the worst thing Santana had ever had to experience. It wasn't her mother's hateful stares or Isabella's questioning eyes, it was the dead silence that made her nervous. She would have never thought about being in a room alone with these three people ever again.

Santana let out a relieved sigh when a handsome looking man, probably in his fifties, came in. He was carrying his suit case and put it on the table, smiling at them.

"Hello, everyone. I'm glad that you found your way here today. There are some topics to talk about. I'm Keith Foster. I'm Mr. Lopez's lawyer…"

"Excuse me, Mr. Foster," Maria interrupted him. "May I ask a question before we start?"

"Sure, Mrs. Lopez."

"I was wondering why Mr. Edwards isn't reading out my husband's will. We made our testaments together and Mr. Edwards was our lawyer at that time. And now you're telling me that you are Armando's lawyer…"

"So first of all, I'm really sorry for your loss," he nodded towards everyone. "Mr. Lopez came to me two weeks ago to change his will. I would have never thought that I would be reading it out so soon. Well, he came up to me to make a few changes and…"

"Why would he do that without telling me?!" Maria asked, perplexed. All Santana could do was shake her head at that woman. She should let Mr. Foster speak.

"I really don't know, Miss Lopez. But apparently he wanted to make a few changes without your knowing and he had every right to." Maria just huffed and crossed her arms. It made Santana smile that he had the authority to silence her mom. Mr. Foster saw her smiling in the corner of his eyes and shot Santana a little smirk back. She already liked this man.

"So shall we move on?"

"Yeah, whatever," Maria said, dramatically. "Let's get this over with."

"Alright. So I have three different letters. Mr. Lopez didn't want me to read them out loud. They are supposed to be personal, so I will just give them to you and you can read them somewhere more private if you like. Santana?" He addressed her personally. "Would you mind following me?"

"No." Her answer couldn't have been quicker than that. She was glad to get out of there.

"Okay." Now he turned towards the other three people in the room. "I will leave your letters here so you can read them. We will meet here in about fifteen minutes to discuss your questions."

"Why does she get an extra room?" Maria asked, hateful enough for everyone to notice.

"Because Mr. Lopez asked me to get her an extra room. Now excuse us, please."

Santana couldn't stop the grin that formed on her face. It felt so good to finally have someone who stood up against her mom. It seemed that her dad wanted it that way. It made her rethink their relationship.

"Can I call you Santana?" Mr. Foster asked politely when he closed the door behind them.

"Of course."

"Alright, Santana. Your dad wanted me to give this letter to you. He knew that it would be a bit too much for you so he asked to take you to an extra room if that's okay."

"That is more than okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Your dad told me a bit about your family so I kind of guessed that you wanted to get out of there. Of course I didn't imagine him to die so soon. It was only two weeks ago since I last spoke to him."

"Yeah. It was way too early for him to die…" Santana said, head aimed to the ground.

"Your father and I met in college, actually, so he wanted me to be his lawyer when he decided to change his testament."

"Why did he change it anyways?"

"Read it yourself. He tried to explain himself in there," he held the envelope towards Santana, who grabbed it carefully. "I'm gonna leave you alone for a while. I'll get you in ten minutes, yeah?"

"Thank you, Mr. Foster."

"Call me Keith." And with that, he closed the door, leaving Santana standing on her own in the middle of the foreign room. She opened the envelope and pulled out the piece of paper before she began to read:

My dearest Santana…

A/N: I'm so, so sorry for the long wait! It was the longest one yet... School started again, so I'm kinda busy right now. I hope you still want to read this and that you're not too disappointed in me for not updating sooner. But life and my little inspiration get in the way sometimes.

Please tell me what you think. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. :)