A/N: Okay this is a repost because I accidentally had the father's named changed, see i wrote part of this chapter months ago as an idea of where i wanted things to head, but i forgot that i changed Mr. Pierce's first name, sorry for any confusion, thanks to those who pointed out the problem :)

Chapter Sixteen

No One's POV

The Pierce family take a seat around the dinner table. It is Sunday evening and everyone has gathered for their regular tradition. This Sunday dinner is a little more special because Brie is home. She takes the place that her sister would usually sit, across from Quinn and Jenny. Brie notices a change in the atmosphere when they sit. Hell she felt the change when she entered the house. Her mother seemed fine as normal, but her father was a different story. His blue eyes that sparkled so much like her and Brittany's seem dull and lifeless. Brie wasn't an idiot, she knew her father hadn't talked to Brittany for almost a month now and it was killing him. Brittany is the youngest and his baby girl. Of course, Matthew was excited to see Brie, but a small part of him was hoping Brittany would come with her. It was rare that the father and daughter would go a week without talking let alone a month. Deep down inside Matthew knew he was too harsh on Brittany and Santana's relationship. But he's a father trying to protect his daughter.

Everyone begins eating. Mrs. Pierce talks lightly with Quinn and Jenny and Brie can't help but feel bad for Brittany. Here her best friend sits with her girlfriend that Mrs. Pierce approves of, it's upsetting really. Katie is eating her food and conversing some with Jenny. Brittany and Katie hated each other. They were always down each other's throats, but Katie and Brie got along pretty well. Katie looked up to Brie, asked her for advice, and listened to her when Brie told Katie she was being ridiculous.

"How's work dad?" Brie asks her father, who has been silent this whole time.

He gives her a small smile and says, "It's going well."

"Same old millionaire clients or have you got some new ones?" Brie asks.

"Same old men with too much money they don't know what to do with," Matthew attempts to joke, but it isn't the same.

Brie smiles warmly at her father. "I know what you mean. The younger generation is just the same, but that's why they have us."

"That's right sweetie," he says. "How are my grandchildren?"

"Spoiled," Brie jokes. "But now they're doing well. Everyone is happy and healthy."

"And when can I expect the next one?" he asks.

"Not for a long time, if ever," Brie laughs at him.

Silence grows between the daughter and father, while the other side of the table is engaged in conversation.

"I saw Brittany on Friday," Brie says and the table goes silent. Brie chances a glance at her father and for a split second she sees the spark in his eyes come back. "She looks great."

"That's lovely, can you pass the potatoes?" Mrs. Pierce asks.

"I met Santana as well," Brie says and once again the table goes silent. "She's a lovely young woman. She is smart, beautiful, and makes Britt really happy."

"Stop it Brie," Mrs. Pierce warns.

"What mom? Can't I talk about my sister?" Brie questions.

"Not while she's acting immature you can't."

"How is she acting immature? This is the most mature I've ever seen Britt. She's got a steady job with a steady income doing something she loves doing and she is good at and she is in love." That shuts Mrs. Pierce up a little. "The ones that are acting immature are you."

"Young lady I will not be talked to that way in my own home," Mrs. Pierce speaks up.

"Is this seriously about the fact that Santana comes from a working class family?" Brie asks rhetorically. "I know you met her and from what I can tell she is a nice woman, who loves Brittany. Isn't that what is important? That Brittany is with someone who loves her for who she is."

"And how do you know that she isn't after Brittany for her money?" Mrs. Pierce questions. "You talked to this woman for a couple of hours. You don't know her."

"And neither do you. Do you honestly think so little of Brittany that she would date someone who would use her? Especially after having dated Vanessa. Talk about someone who used her," Brie says a little angrily now.

"Oh Vanessa was a lovely woman. I honestly don't see why they couldn't work things out."

"Because you and dad didn't raise a daughter who would stand by and let someone she loves cheat on her," Brie almost yells. She takes a moment to settle down before speaking again. "I am embarrassed to be apart of this family right now."

Katie, for the first time tonight, decides to speak, "Stop being so overdramatic Brie."

"You have no right to tell me to stop being overdramatic, Katherine." It was never good when anyone used Katie's full name especially Brie. Katie knew she had completely pissed her sister off now. "No seriously I'm disappointed in this family. You are judging a woman you barely know and you're distrusting your daughter's judge in character."

Quinn has stayed silent this whole time and has refused to make eye contact with Brie. Her own guilt is washing over her, but Brie isn't going to let Quinn have the hook that easily. "And Quinn I'm highly disappointed in you as well. You're suppose to be Brittany's best friend, where's the loyalty?"

Quinn doesn't say a thing. Since the blow up and their conversation, Brittany and Quinn have barely talked. "I know you feel some sort of gratitude towards my parents, but she's your best friend. She has always been there for you and made sacrifices for you."

Yes, Brie knew about the girlfriend that made Brittany choose between her and Quinn in high school. It had crushed Brittany when it happened and Brie had been there to help her sister.

"I don't think I'm hungry any more. This was a lovely family dinner," Brie sarcastically says as she gets up from the table.

For the first time, Matthew speaks up, "Brie don't go."

"Out of everyone dad. I'm hurt the most by you. How could you do this to Brittany?" Brie asks.

Matthew puts his head down in shame and Brie walks out the front door. It's safe to say dinner was ruined for the evening.

Mrs. Pierce turns to Jenny, "I'm sorry that my family seems to act like they have no manners when you come over. We're not usually like this."

Jenny weakly smiles and Quinn stands up, "Dinner was great, Rebecca, but I think it's time we head back."

"But you haven't had dinner yet," she tries to get them to stay, but Quinn can't stay there. Soon Quinn and Jenny leave. Not long after them Katie leaves and it's just Matthew and Rebecca sitting alone together.

"This needs to get fixed," Matthew says after a while.

"Agreed. What Brittany is doing is selfish?" Rebecca says.

"No. We need to fix this. We have two daughters who are mad at us, so we need to fix this Rebecca," Matthew says and gets up from the table leaving his wife alone.

Brittany's POV

My eyes flutter open in the dimly lit room. I'm snuggled closely to Santana with her back to my front and my right arm hanging on her hip. I pull her in closer to me and bury my head into the back of her neck and let out of moan of happiness. She was awake before me. I could tell by her breathing.

"Good morning," she whispers.

"Morning gorgeous," I place a kiss on her bare shoulder. It's Thursday morning and we're both awake before our alarm; it's rare. Usually Santana gets up when the alarm goes off and I wait until she's in the shower before I make any movement. It's not that I hate mornings, but I hate waking up really early. I've had to do that a lot this week. I went back to work last week after Brie's visit and this week has been worse. I've worked late Monday and Tuesday night and it's looking like I will have to work late again tonight, but hopefully I won't.

"You were passed out when I came home last night," Santana says bringing me from my thoughts.

"I know I'm sorry. I was exhausted. After putting Nina to bed, I collapsed."

"It's fine. You've been working really hard this week. Are you working late again tonight?" she asks.

"I hope not, but it's looking that way."

"Okay, well just let me know. Nina's staying the night with my mom so she can watch her tomorrow since I have that test early in the morning," she reminds me.

"But you'll be home right?" I ask. I really can't stand a night away from Santana.

She chuckles knowing my thoughts. "Yes I'll be home."

"What time is it?" I ask not knowing how long until the alarm goes off to take us away from this peaceful moment.

"Five thirty." Great only thirty minutes until it goes off. "Try to go back to sleep for the next thirty minutes."

"Yeah, but I'm up now," I say. It's sometimes hard for me to go back to sleep once I'm up in the morning. "Besides we finally have a moment to catch up since this has been a hectic week."

"It has been. I can't wait for Saturday to just relax," she says. Santana has had to cut back on her work hours some because of classes. She still has her part time job, but the waitressing job is only when she's needed.

"I know what you mean."

We lay in bed for the next half hour. We don't really talk much, I just hold her. I love laying in bed and holding her. It's probably my favorite time of day. Unfortunately, time doesn't last long and we're both getting up to start our days.

Santana's POV

Today is probably the worse day. Not only do I have longer classes, but I have a huge test tomorrow morning. I've spent have my time in the library today. Since Britt's having an equally long day, my mom had to pick Nina up from school. Usually Britt does that, but today is just not our day. My mom invited me over for dinner, knowing Brittany isn't going to be home until later tonight. My mom has been really helpful during these hectic weeks. If I didn't have her I don't know what I would do. When we can't watch Nina, she's always able to babysit. Brittany and I are managing our schedules pretty well, but this week has just sucked. I know when the musical starts to be in production, Brittany will have more time on her hands. We've discussed our future plans a little and Brittany really wants me to get my law degree and not take any time off. She's going to be helping out with Nina a lot more while keeping up with her job. I'm really lucky to have her.

I leave the library around six o'clock and make my way to mom's home. I walk into my mom's kitchen and there sitting at the table is Mr. Pierce. God this is déjà vu, like father like daughter. He sees me and immediately stands up.

"Hello Santana," he formally greets me.

"I'll be in the other room with Nina," mom tells me then walks out of the room.

"You have a beautiful daughter, Santana. She looks just like you," he kindly says.

"What can I do for you Mr. Pierce?" I ask in an even tone. Getting angry or yelling won't solve anything right now.

"It's Matthew and I'm here to see Brittany," he sits back down as I take the seat across from him.

"She's not here."

"I know, your mother told me that much, but I'm here to ask you where she is?"

"Mr. P…I mean Matthew, Brittany just needs some time right now," I try to reason. It's true she doesn't want to see or talk to her parents and she's still too heated to reasonably sit down and talk to them.

"It's been a month," he sighs and I can hear the sadness in his voice. His blue eyes that match Brittany's show so much heartache. "At first she had Katie drive her car to our home, she cancelled all credit cards that we had access to and she's changed her cell phone number. I received an envelope with the keys to her apartment and a letter saying she's moved. There's no forwarding address and the mailroom won't even give me an address. I asked Quinn, who's practically our daughter and a sister to Brittany, and she won't even talk to me."

It looks like he's about to cry.

"I am here as a father in desperation and as a man who owes you an apology," he tells me and I'm a little shocked. Yeah didn't see that coming. "I'm so sorry I judged you unfairly. My daughter, obviously, loves you very much and you're great for her. I didn't even know she could afford to cut us off completely."

"She's been working really hard at the dance studio and choreographing that new Broadway play for the last few months," I interrupt his rant thinking this is something he should know, to know how hard Brittany works. A smile appears on his face and I can see how proud he is.

"And this is your doing?" he asks.

"I may have pushed her in the right direction," I modestly tell him even though I know I'm the reason she got her act together. Well, her love for me changed her.

"Then she loves you a lot," he says. "I take it you know about Vanessa." I only nod. God I hate that woman with ever fiber of my bean. I could bitch slap her across town next time I saw her ugly face. "I thought Brittany loved her deeply, but I can see that was never her true love. Vanessa used my daughter. She was a drug for Brittany, but you, you are her soul mate. I can see it when her face lit up at dinner just by you being near her."

"Sir, if you saw this then why were you so quick to put down our relationship?" I bluntly ask. "If you saw how happy I made Brit then why would you not want us to be together?"

"You're from different worlds. I'm from a different time. When I was growing up people didn't marry for love where I'm from; they married for money. I've always wanted the best life for Brittany and when I heard that you worked a waitressing job I instantly judged. I should've gotten to know you better and see why my daughter is so love with you," he genuinely says and my heart goes out to him. I can see his sincerity in those blue eyes and see how much hurt he's in over this.

"Brittany isn't like her sisters. She's always been this happy-go-lucky kid that the big bad world would want to chew up and swallow whole," he says.

"You're not giving Britt enough credit. She's the strongest person I know," I tell him.

"And I know that, but you weren't there when she came out in high school. To this day she'll never admit it, but more than a few nights she would cry herself to sleep because of what those high school jerks would say. She never told us the extent of the bullying, but I saw my little girl go from being happy and on top of the world to more reserved. If we weren't her parents you'd never know she was unhappy, but I knew and I promised myself I would never let this world hurt my baby girl. Many people have only been after me for my money, have used me, and I don't want the same to happen to Brittany. She gives people a chance and sometimes that worries me, but it also makes me happy because her heart is so big."

"I would never use Britt," I say with conviction.

"And I know that now. I misjudged and I'm truly sorry for that. Santana I'm here talking to as Brittany's father and a parent. I need my baby girl back in my life and I'm asking for your help."

I sigh deeply and rub my fingers to my temple to process everything. This man truly missed his daughter and as I parent I understand. How can I not? If Nina were to not talk to me for month I would completely lose it. Hell I'm shocked he's actually this together because I know how much Britt means to him. She always did tell me she held a special place in his heart and now I see why.

"She's at work right now and I don't think it's a good idea if you just show up there unannounced. I'll talk to her. That's all I can do she's really hurt and you might just have to give her some time," I tell him.

"Okay," he says. "That's more than what I was hoping for, thank you."

"Give me a second," I tell him and pull out my phone. I quickly dial Britt's number. I know I shouldn't do this. She's going to be so pissed that I'm doing this, but she needs to talk to him. After three rings Britt picks up.

"Hey baby. What's up?"

She sounds exhausted. "Hey, I was just wondering if you were working late tonight?"

I hear her sigh on the other end and I already know what's coming. "I don't know. I'm still at the theater and this director wanted to change some steps and this new cast is having a hard time getting it. I'm so sorry."

"Hey it's okay," and it truly is I'm not mad I knew this would happen once she started choreographing shows. Late nights, long days, I signed up for this and I don't regret a thing. "I was just checking. So it's that hard?"

"No it's simple, but everyone's tired and used to the old ways so yeah. I feel really bad San."

"Don't it's okay."

"Alright well I love you and give Nina a kiss for me and even though I missed story time tonight I will totally be there tomorrow night."

I laugh. "Okay I know how excited she's going to be. She loves bedtime stories with Brittany. I love you babe."

We say goodbye and then hang up. "She's working late, but I promise I'll talk to her."

"Thank you, thank you so much," Matthew said.

"What about Mrs. Pierce?" I ask hesitantly.

"I don't know. I'm working on her. I now know why Brittany never mentioned your daughter; my wife would have gone off the deep end. She's always been a little harder on Brittany and the women she dates. I'm trying to piece our relationship with our daughter back together by playing the peacemaker. I'm not going to lie to you; my wife is going to take the longest to come around with this, but I promise you I won't let her attack you ever."

"Thank you Matthew," I tell him.

"Mommy, mommy, mommy," Nina runs into the kitchen and begins tugging on my pant leg.

"What baby girl?" I ask sweetly.

"Is Bwitny coming to wead bedtime stories to me?" Nina asks. I take a side glance at Matthew, who is wearing a big smile on his face.

"Aw sweetie she can't tonight, but she called and said that you better be ready because she's totally going to tomorrow night and read you your favorite story, too," I lean down and place a kiss on her forehead. "Now go with your abuela and get ready for bed."

"Otay," she says.

Before she leaves I tell her, "Hey can you say goodnight to Mr. Pierce?"

"Good night," she waves to him.

"Good night Nina. It was nice meeting you," he says.

Nina runs back into the other room to grab my mom and they both head towards Nina's bedroom.

"She's adorable," Matthew comments.

"Yeah, she is. Britt's great with her," I tell him and he smiles adoringly.

"Well I have taken up enough of your time. Thank you for listening to me Santana. I owe you so much for this," he says.

We say goodnight before I show him to the door. I take a seat back at the kitchen table and think about what just happened. Mom comes into the kitchen and just looks at me.

She suggests we eat dinner. We don't really talk about what happened just now and that's because I'm stuck in my head processing things. Once I make sure Nina is fully asleep, I gather my things and start heading home. Tonight's events keep bugging me, so I take a detour to the studio Britt is working at for the musical.

I don't know when Brittany's suppose to get off, but usually when she works late it's close to eleven when she's done. I wait outside for an hour before I see the doors open up and people come out. She's one of the last ones out and I have to smile a little at her dedication. She instantly sees me and is shocked.

"San what are you doing here?" she asks while giving me a hug then a kiss on the cheek.

"We need to talk," I say. I know not the best choice of words, but it's the truth.

She slowly pulls back, but not completely out of the embrace. "That's never good."

"Your dad stopped by tonight," and now she's completely out of the hug and has put some space between us.

"What?" she exclaims. "What did he say? I swear if he trashed you in your mother's home I'm going to…"

I stop her rant. "Babe calm down. He just wanted to talk and you know I would never allow him to trash me in my mom's home."

"What does he want?" she crosses her arms across her chest. She's already beginning to close off.

"He apologized to me. He really misses you, Britt."

"Well I don't need him," she huffs out.

"Yes you do. You've been miserable since the dinner. He's your father and he misses you."

"So what you're going to sit there and defend him now after everything he said? After everything he let my mother say?" her voice is rising. "Because I can't forgive that. I can't forgive someone who talked so badly about the woman I love."

"And I wouldn't be here right now asking you to hear him out if I didn't know how much this was tearing you both up. He's hurting as much as you are babe."

"I doubt that."

Silence over takes us for a few minutes before she breaks it. "Can we go home, go to bed, and deal with this tomorrow? I'm exhausted."

"Promise me you'll think about it," I request.

"I'll think about it, but I'm not going to automatically forgive him." God she can be stubborn sometimes.

"I'm not asking you too I'm asking you to just talk to him. Maybe hear him out," I suggest.

"Maybe," she says.

She takes my hand and intertwines our fingers as we walk towards the subway. We both get ready for bed and cuddle underneath the covers. I lay my head on top of her chest.

For a minute I think she's asleep when she whispers quietly in our room. "I'll call him tomorrow."

I smile, lean up and kiss her on the lips. "I'm proud of you babe."

I settle back down. I knew her resolve wouldn't last long, even though she's stubborn right now Brittany needs her father.

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