AN: Excuse my Spanish in this chapter and the chapters to come - I don't speak a word of it and translated it all. So, sorry for any mistakes or if I randomly start talking about something or no relevance...Also, thank you for all the favourites and alerts :)

"Mami?" Santana peeked her head into the kitchen searching for her mom. She had left Quinn's at around 4 and then took the long way home to think. She didn't know if she could tell her mom yet, she wanted to more than anything but she didn't know if she could.

"Oh, Mija." Santana's mom came in, an apron wrapped around her body and a cook book in her hand. "I was beginning to worry."

"Sorry, Mami." Santana mumbled and walked slowly over to the counter beside her mother.

"I've not seen that twinkle in your eye for a while, novio." Rosa beamed almost proudly. The older Latina didn't take her eyes off of her daughter for a long time which made Santana blush.

Rosa had known that there was something wrong with Santana for a while and after asking the Latina on several occasions and being shot down each time, she decided that her daughter would tell her if she wanted to and only if she wanted to.

"What are you making?" Santana tried to change the subject much to Rosa's amusement.

"Tortilla Española" Rosa smiled and Santana frowned at the cook book in her hand, wondering why she needed a book to know how to make that. "I was looking for things to make for when your Abuela visits tomorrow." Rosa explained.

"Tomorrow?" Santana asked her eyes going wider. Rosa nodded. "Mami, I've made plans with Brittany for tomorrow." She complained.

"Dios mio." Rosa sighed throwing her hands up in the air. "Since when were you two speaking again?"

Santana looked to the floor. "We didn't stop speaking." She mumbled not wanting to have to discuss it.

"Well, you stopped brining her over." Rosa argued. "Every Friday night she used to come here for dinner and then no, she just stopped."

"I know, Mami. We were still speaking though." Santana sighed. "Look, I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

"Okay, Mija. All I'm saying though is that I missed her, she used to be like my other daughter. And I'm glad you two are friends again."

"So, I've made plans with her." Santana repeated impatiently when Rosa turned back to the food she was making.

"You can see Brittany any time you want, querida." Rosa was getting just as impatient as her daughter. "Your Abuela hasn't seen you for a very long time and she will only be visiting until Saturday."

"Then I'll have the whole of Friday and Saturday with her!" Santana moaned frustrated. She would keep trying to worm her way out of it but she knew it wouldn't happen.

"Santana." Rosa warned.

"Mami, please! It's not like I wont see her." Santana continued.

"I don't see what you need to visit Brittany so badly for tomorrow. If you're so eager to see her then invite her round for dinner with us. I'm sure she'll be more than happy to come."

Santana sighed defeated. She couldn't exactly argue that she wouldn't be able to have sex with Brittany if she came over or that tomorrow would be the only time they could get alone to spend with each other.

"Fine." Santana grumbled and sulked out of the kitchen to get her cell phone so she could ask Brittany.

"Oh, now you're going to mope!" Rosa yelled after her playfully. Santana didn't laugh.

She pulled her cell phone out of her jacket pocket and scrolled down in her contact list to Brittany's name. She typed the text quickly and hit send. With a sigh and imagining Brittany's disappointed face when she read the text, Santana sat down on the third stair and leaned her head against the wall.

SENT: 17:16

Britt im rlly sorry but i cnt come over tmorow. my mom is making me stay home coz my grandma is visitng x

It seemed like forever before her cell buzzed indicating that she received a text and Santana fumbled with the phone to read it.

RECEIVED: 17:19

aww :( no sweet lady kisses for me? i wnted 2 c u 2morow! xxxxxx

Santana's heart sank at the words. She genuinely felt guilty and shitty for disappointing Brittany; something she had decided she would never do again after she returned from New York. Santana typed her apology quickly and invited Brittany to dinner.

SENT: 17:20

i no, Britt. im rlly sorry. i tried 2 get out of it. my mom says u can come over if u wnt 2 for dinner? x

Her phone vibrated a few seconds later and she felt herself smile at what Brittany had written and the fact that the blond got over her not being able to see her the way she had planned quite quickly.

RECEIVED: 17:21

okay! i missed ur mom, did she miss me? im gld i dnt have to make dinner on my own 2morrow. xxxxxx

Santana's grin grew as she replied.

SENT: 17:22

yea, she missed u 2 :( you can sleep over rather thn b home by ur self, okay? x

Rosa called Santana into the kitchen, telling her that dinner was ready and she got up slowly, cell phone still in hand and made her way to the kitchen, happier now that when she had sulked out. Santana took a seat at the table and waited impatiently for Brittany to text her back.

RECEIVED: 17:29

Ok San! i think i frget wer ur house is tho :( xxxx

Santana read the message and frowned. The blonde had visited her house countless times yet she still couldn't make her way there on her own. She text back straight away, something she never did with anyone else. Usually, just as a game, she would wait an entire 5 minutes to reply to someone's text and in that time they usually sent her a text to make sure she had read the first one. Even when she used to sext Puck she'd make him wait the entire 5 minutes, it wasn't like she was getting off on it or anything anyway so why not?

SENT: 17:29

dnt worry, B, I'll cme pik u up. wen will i get u? wat time ? x

The Latina grinned when she was the smiley face Brittany had put in the text and all the kisses at the end too.

RECEIVED: 17:30

wenever u wnt, san :( xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Santana returned the smiley face and typed her response, hitting send.

SENT: 17:31

:) ok, i'll get up at abt 1? x

Santana's mom giggled at her when she grinned at her phone upon receiving the text. Rosa didn't know what her daughter was smiling at exactly but she loved the way that whatever it was lit up her eyes. She suspected it was a message from a boy but she supposed she'd never know and she knew better than to ask her daughter who would probably go in a bad mood about her not respecting her privacy.

RECEIVED: 17:34

oky! love u :) xxxx

It made Santana feel embarrassed that a simple text could make her entire day. She imagined Brittany smiling the way she had as she responded.

SENT: 17:36

Love u 2 Britt :) x

The next text the Latina received made her laugh out loud and her mother turned around from where she was putting the food onto plates to give her daughter a smirk. Santana ducked her head down, trying not to let her mother see her blush.

RECEIVED: 17:37

i like it wen u call me baby :) xxxx

Santana sent the text again, this time doing as Brittany wished. She pressed send and sighed happily.

SENT: 17:39

lol. love u 2 BABY ;) x

Just as Santana pressed 'send', her younger brother popped up behind her and snatched the phone from her hand. Santana panicked instantly jumping back from her chair, her eyes wide, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

"Javier!" Santana roared, her chair crashing to the floor behind her as she bolted after him.

The 13 year old darted past the table laughing, the phone in front of his face, doing God knows what with it.

"Poco idiota!" She bellowed nearly falling to the floor as she ran after him.

Julian Lopez grabbed his son by his shirt and stopped him, trying to hid a smirk. Javier looked up at his dad, grinning and out of breath. Santana tried to grab him to beat him to a pulp but her father stepped between them, his hand raised trying to stop her.

"Calmare, Mija." Julian laughed at his daughter trying to protect the boy behind him. "Give me the phone, Javier and apologize to your hermana."

Javier handed the phone to the older man and mumbled, a not so sincere 'sorry' before making his way back to the table, pushing into Santana on the way but the Latina was far too focused on her cell phone being in her fathers hands to be bother by it. She heard it buzz, indicating that she had received a text message and she knew it would be from Brittany. Julian glanced at the phone, then at his daughter then back at the phone.

"Here you go, Mija." He smiled and passed it to her. Santana could have died with how relieved she was.

"Thank you, Papi." She tried to make her voice sound not so scared as she moved back to the table and opened the message.

RECEIVED: 17:40

have a gd night, BABY :) ino u like it 2 haha ;)

Santana left it at that and before she started on her dinner she set her cell phone so there was a password lock on it, something she should have probably done years ago.

"Thank you, Mami." Santana said politely before tucking into her food.

Javier kicked her under the table. Twice.

"Knock it off." She warned , her eyes narrowed, through gritted teeth.

He looked away but a few minutes later her delivered another hard kick to her shin.

"I told you to fucking knock it off!" She spat kicking him twice as hard right back. She knew it was childish but he had just spoiled her good mood and she couldn't be bother with the younger boy right now.

"Santana!" Her mother warned, giving her a stern look.

"You two had better behave when your grandmother arrives here tomorrow." Julian sighed wiping at his mouth with a napkin.

Santana knew that if she had Brittany to distract her then she wouldn't even be giving her brother a second look tomorrow.

"Oh, Julian, Brittany is joining us for dinner tomorrow." Rosa smiled across the table to her husband.

"Oh, really?" Julian looked at Santana, smiling just like his wife. "I haven't seen her in such a long time, I'm glad."

"Me too." Javier smirked. "She's hot."

Santana bit her tongue. It was a well know fact to anyone with eyes that Brittany was stunning and gorgeous and beautiful but Santana hated it when someone other than herself said she was 'hot' or 'smokin' or any words like that. The Latina didn't like it when guys who only wanted Brittany for one thing would make a comment like that about her. She wouldn't have minded if they had enough respect to at least call her beautiful but to Santana 'hot' implied that all they wanted to do was sleep with her and drool all over her. She knew that her brother meant it that way and despite Santana knowing that it didn't really matter because he was so young and would never have a chance with Brittany anyway, she couldn't hold her tongue.

"Shut up." She spat trying to remain as calm as possible.

"What?" He looked at her innocently but she could see the smirk in his eyes. "She is. She has totally hot legs and one time..."

"I said 'shut up'." Santana shouted viciously and he fell silent immediately.

Javier would wind his sister up endlessly but he knew when enough was enough. He knew that when Santana got the look in her eyes that she had right now, he had gone to far and he had to shut his mouth.

"Santana is right, Javier." Julian looked to his son. "That is disrespectful."

Santana's mother was looking at her funny and Santana tried to look away but her mother held her gaze. The two 'men' at the table didn't seem to really notice or find anything unusual about the way Santana protected her 'friend' but the look in Rosa's eye told Santana that she had.

Santana tore her eyes away from her mother's and looked back up after a few seconds to find that, much to her relief, she had looked away.

After dinner was finished, Javier was made to clear up and her father went into his study to do whatever 'doctory' stuff he had to do.

Santana had slumped down on the couch in the living room and was watching the wide screen television on the wall opposite her. The news was on, something which Santana always found interesting but like a lot of other things, she would never admit that to anyone who didn't catch her watching it.

"Are you okay, Mija?" Rosa asked sitting down beside her daughter.

"I'm fine." Santana didn't turn her gaze away from the television.

"One minute your can't take the smile off your face and then the next you want to kill everyone." Rosa chuckled lightly. Santana's eyes remained on the television although she couldn't concentrate on what was going on anymore.

"Is it a boy?" Rosa asked and Santana could tell she was nervous.

Nervous wasn't the word to describe how Santana felt at that moment, though. She felt sick, scared, terrified, insecure and light headed. She swallowed the lump in her throat in a loud gulp. Rosa noticed.

This was it, Santana thought. This was her chance to say it. She had told Dave and Brittany, Emesta, Lily and Gabriella, Grace and now Quinn. Surely she was brave enough now to tell her own mother.

"I..." Santana turned to face the woman with tears stinging in her eyes. She'd never been so afraid in her life.

Rosa waited, concerned, for her daughter to continue.

Time seemed to stop completely for Santana who could only hear the beating of her heart loud in her ears; she was sure she was going to throw up.

"Nothing, Mami." She finally croaked and her mothers shoulders fell.

"Okay, Mija." She sighed, laying her hand on Santana's thigh. "I'll be here whenever you're ready to tell me."

Santana knew her mother knew something was wrong. It took a lot of strength for the Latina not to breakdown right there in front of Rosa and luckily for her, the older Latina stood up and with a small smile, she left her daughter alone.

Santana couldn't remember crying in front of someone who wasn't Brittany and she didn't think she ever would. She only trusted Brittany to see her at her weakest.