The Long Road Home
Santana Pierce sat at her desk going over her case files for the week, while simultaneously trying to figure out what to make for dinner. She pulled off her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose trying to will away her headache. The dull lights of her office and the fact that she had stared at a computer screen, sending rapid emails back and forth between clients all day didn't help her condition. Taking out her phone she sent a quick text to her darling wife.
Hey babe, what do you feel like for dinner? I'm thinking Chinese stir fry sounds great.
Max wont eat the broccoli and Remi's having pizza after football practice with his friends.
So we'll put cheese on it and tell him it's candy. He'll never know the difference. That's what we did with the other two.
Santana leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Lately she had spent a lot of time thinking about Lima and how easy things use to be there. It had been years since they had last gone home to visit and she couldn't help wondering if it was just the way she remembered it. Her parent always made a point of visiting their grand-babies once a year, but it made Santana sad they didn't have a stronger connection. Her kids hardly knew Brittany's mother or their aunt, with the exception of holiday cards. Traveling to New York was a little too expensive for the elder woman to make alone on her retirement.
If you want to handle the fight that comes with it, then I'm good with stir fry.
I'll deal with Max. What about her Royal Highness?
Hopelyn can eat or go to bed as far as I'm concerned. Did I tell you about what happened this morning?
Do I even want to know?
Santana grimaced. Hopelyn was their middle child and God's way of paying Santana back for being such a rotten teenager.
Since the sweet age of thirteen Hope had been nothing but a handful and growing progressively worse. Santana knew being a teen girl was hard, hell the only way she had made it through was with Glee Club and Brittany holding her hand every step of the way, but this was getting out of her league. It saddened her to know that Hopelyn wasn't surrounded by the same safe feeling of family every day at school. As a matter of fact the young girl had a habit hanging out with all the wrong kids, who had no interest in being a real friends to her.
She came down stairs in the trashiest outfit I've ever seen, San. I know I wore my fair share of risky clothing in high school, but this isn't the same. She looked like she was ready to walk the streets. I told her to go change and she threw a fit and screamed at me in front of her brothers. You know I've had a hard time getting Max to listen lately and I think he's been paying attention to her.
Santana gave a deep angry sigh. Brittany was an amazing parent and such a loving mother, she didn't deserve half the things Hopelyn did or said. She couldn't count the times she had held Brittany late at night after everyone had gone to sleep, telling her that it was just a phase and that Hopelyn did love her even though it was hard to see.
I'll have a word with her tonight when I get home from work. Did you take her phone away?
I did, but I don't know what good it's going to do. I'm at a loss Santana and I have no idea how to fix this. I'm so worried what will happen to her if she gets caught up with the wrong people. She's only fifteen.
It's okay B. We'll figure something out. I'm not going to let anything happen to our little girl, even if I have to send her to one of those 'jail for a day' programs.
We're not sending our daughter to jail, Santana.
I know. She'd probably come back with more street smarts and a prison tat.
Not funny.
It's a little funny.
Santana set her phone aside and began sorting through her case file. She knew Brittany probably had another dance class right after lunch, so it was best to leave her be. Besides, she had a mountain of paper work to dig through before she could even think about dinner.
It was nearly one in the afternoon when Santana's phone rang.
"Santana Pierce, Divorce Attorney, who would you like me destroy?" She smirked at her cleaver little quip.
"Oh. Hello Mrs. Underwood. " Santana hated talking to school officials. It reminded her of all the times she had been called to Mr. Figgin's office. "I—of course I can come. I'll be there as soon as I can. Thank you for the call. " Santana was fuming before she could hit the end call button.
This was the second time in a month she had been called to Saint Mathew's Private School because of Hopelyn's behavior and added to the way she had treated Brittany this morning, Santana had just about enough.
Snatching up her bag Santana threw her phone inside and barked orders at her secretary to hold all calls for the afternoon. She'd be a solid day behind on everything, but that didn't matter. Her children came first as far as she was concerned.
Twenty minutes later Santana pulled into the school's small parking lot in Downtown Manhattan. Her fingers twitched for a cigarette even though it was a habit she promised Brittany she would kick years ago. Instead, she popped a small piece of gum in her mouth and chewed it until she felt more relaxed and in control.
She wondered if her own mother had felt the same kind of stress, she felt going in to meet Mrs. Underwood, when Santana was young. Although Hope was the one causing trouble, Santana couldn't help, but feel like the one who was about to get a detention. Brittany and Santana had picked Saint Mathew's hoping that a more disciplined environment would help their kids avoid some of the pit falls they had fallen into during high school. It didn't hurt that the school was progressive in their views, seeing as they were one of a handful of same-sex families in attendance.
Santana walked down the marble hallway until she came across a familiar tuft of light blonde hair resting in a pair of hands with black painted nails. Hopelyn glanced up at her mother, who was pissed beyond reason. Her blue eyes gleamed the way that Brittany's did, telling everything without speaking a word. She felt bad. Whatever went down, Hopelyn most certainly didn't mean for it to happen.
"Mami – I sorr-" her daughter said running her fingers back through her hair. She wore dark eye liner and at least a dozen bracelets around each of her wrists.
"Save it. You and I will talk later. " Santana held open the door and motioned for her daughter to go take a seat. She followed behind with an irritated scowl on her face.
"Hello Santana, I'm happy you came. I hope you weren't too busy this afternoon. "Mrs. Underwood said in a distinctly unpleasant voice.
"I'm never to busy to come, thank you for calling." Santana hated pleasantries, they made her feel old, but it all came with pretending to be a responsible adult.
"Hopelyn and another student were involved in a physical altercation this afternoon. Neither girl would say what the fight was about or who threw the first punch. As you are well aware our school has a zero tolerance policy, which assures parents that their children are learning in a space that feels safe. Unfortunately I can't look the other way on a second offense. Every student has the right to learn in a safe environment. I have no choice, but to suspend her for three weeks." Mrs. Underwood folded her hands and leaned across the desk.
Santana felt that the punishment was more then reasonable, but neither she nor Brittany could afford to take three weeks off from work to keep an eye on their daughter. This wasn't Lima, it was New York and there was no such thing as time off in the city that never sleeps.
"Mrs. Underwood, while I do not condone my child's behavior in the slightest, as a parent I'm concerned for her education. Three weeks will put her drastically behind the other students and I can't in good faith allow that. Is there any alternative? Hopelyn will take whatever you're willing to offer happily and without complaint. " Santana asked sitting up a little straighter using her court room voice.
"Mrs. Pierce, the other student has already been suspended for three weeks. I can't simply take it easy on your daughter. " The principle raised a scrutinizing eyebrow which made Santana feel as though she were about to be suspended too.
"How about she remains out of school for two weeks, on the third week she serves in school suspension, and performs a community service which she'll write a paper on."
"What! No, Mami. That is so much worse!" Hope wihned, but returned to being silent when her mother shot her a warning glare.
"Very well. I think that sounds both reasonable and constructive. I will give the other student the same option. I must warn you, however. One more slip up like this and I will have no choice, but to expel Hopelyn all together."
"I understand completely, Mrs. Underwood. I assure you this wont be happening again. Thank you for your time and concern. " Santana stood and shook the principle's hand before taking her daughter by the arm and ushering her out the office door.
"Ow! Mami, let go you're hurting me." Hope complained trying to tug her arm away from her mother, but Santana's grip held firm.
"Fighting Mija! Fighting! Just what the hell were you thinking." She hissed under her breath ducking into an empty classroom to have a private conversation with her daughter. "It's bad enough I hear from your mother that you were being down right awful to her this morning, but now you're fighting with the other girls in school? Did I not teach you to be better than that?"
When Hopelyn jerked away and rolled her eyes, Santana thought she might blow her top, but she held it together.
"Mom was over reacting. I wasn't even dressed that badly. I don't know what you can't just let me wear what I want to school. It's my body. Not to mention you're such a hypocrite. Aunt Rachel told me all about how you use to go 'All Lima Heights" on people in high school. That girl was being a bitch to me so I took care of it. When are you going to stop trying to control my life and realize that I can take care of myself." Hope snapped back at her mother with the same biting force she had at that age.
Santana clenched her fists making a mental note to chew Rachel out later. She never brought Snixx out to play when it came to her children, however she thought it best in this case to startle the little girl to make it clear just how much trouble she was really in. Santana bared down with sharp eye, making sure to stand well within her daughter's personal space.
"First of all it might be your body, but guess who owns ever single golden strand on that head of yours-your mother and I do. We brought you into this world and until you turn eighteen we will decide what you wear, where you go, and who you talk to. If you ever speak to your mother again the way you did this morning, you will be wearing the same exact ugly cat sweaters your aunt Rachel wore to school every single damn day—ask her about that. Don't think for a moment that you are too old for me to pull you over my lap and spank you because you will be sorely mistaken. Do I make myself perfectly clear Hopelyn Marie Pierce!"
"I could just get emancipated and then I wouldn't have to live with either of you" The teen shot back fighting hot angry tears of frustration. It hurt Santana's heart to hear, but she wasn't about to cave just yet.
"Oh good luck with that baby girl. To do that you need to ether be married, prove you can financially support yourself, join the military, or provide an educational degree. None of which you have. In case you've forgotten, your Mami is a damn good lawyer and you come from a house hold that loves you very much, even when you're acting like a brat. Now I suggest you cut the attitude unless you want to find yourself in even deeper trouble."
Hopelyn folded her arms and refused to speak any further. Santana felt as though she had won a small victory even though the war was far from over.
"Go get in the car while I get your brother. " Santana grunted passing her daughter the keys.
Her stomach twinged when it occurred to her that Hopelyn could very well try to steal the car, but then she remembered she had Lojack. The small blonde stormed out of the empty classroom and off down the hall leaving her mother feeling equally frustrated. How was it possible to love someone so much, but still want to throttle them every ten minutes.
Santana walked around the corner and up a flight of stairs to where the younger grades had their classrooms. Lightly she knocked on the wood door and waited for someone to answer. She didn't have to wait long. A pretty looking young woman with bright orange-red hair opened the door with a warm smile.
"Mrs. Pierce, what brings you by so early today?" Mrs. Reagan asked with a pleasant smile.
Santana returned the grin though she didn't much feel like smiling. Her son's first grade teacher always made her feel a little uncomfortable with how friendly she was. Santana knew better than to trust people who were too nice.
"I'm picking up Hope early today, so I thought I'd come grab Max too."
"Ah, well it's rest time so he's over there by his desk. Earlier he was talking to an imaginary friend instead of interacting with the other children. It seems a little excessive, but I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. He's also been having a hard time with his reading. Maybe practicing more at home will help. " the teacher said pointing over to where Max sat with his head down on the desk. "He's such a sweet heart. Today was art day. He drew a picture of all of you together."
Santana felt some of the tension ease from her shoulders when she saw her baby's messy brown hair and sleepy face pressed against his desk napping quietly. Of all her children Max was the most like Brittany, even though Santana was the one to give birth to him. She slipped by the other students, some who were only pretending to be asleep, and crouched down next to her baby boy. Softly she rubbed his back.
"Hey mi amor. It's time to wake up." She cooed lightly running her fingers through the little boy's hair. His eyes flickered awake.
"Mami?" He grumbled sleepily, but reached out to put his arms around her neck. She kissed his cheek and lifted him up into the air as he rubbed his eyes awake. "What's going on? Why are you at my school?"
"Can't your Mami miss her baby?" She whispered earning another hug. Miss. Reagan held out Max's ninja turtle backpack and painting of their family for Santana to take.
"Have a good day Max. I'll see you tomorrow." The woman called down the hall as Santana carried him back to the car.
"Did you have a good day at school?" Santana asked as she carefully stepped down the stairs in her heals. She knew that she was less likely to yell at Hope more if Max was hanging around. He saw the world the same way Brittany had when she was a little girl and Santana didn't dare take that magic away from him.
"I played with Mr. Red Patches, painted a picture of you and mommy and sister and Remi, then teacher read us a book, we had lunch, went outside to play, and now you're here." He said with a simple shrug.
"Oh? How is Mr. Red Patches? Last time you mentioned him, he wasn't feeling good. Is he better now?" Santana asked setting Max down to open the door to the parking lot, where Hope sat brooding in her Lexus. Mr. Red Patches was a fat cat that shockingly fit the description of long deceased Lord Tubbington, who wore a pair of overalls with two red patches on the knee, according to the little boy.
"No, he's all better now." The little boy said taking his mother's hand as they crossed the parking lot.
Santana opened the door to blaring metal music blasting out her speakers as she helped Max into his safety chair.
"Turn it down now, Hopelyn." Santana barked over the ear-splitting noise. Reluctantly the girl did as she was told.
The city traffic made the drive home unbearably long. However, instead of focusing on Hopelyn's brooding Santana put on family friendly radio and listened to max try to sing along in the back seat. She never realized how much she missed the little silly things her kids did when they were small and cute. She felt horrible that out of all her kids, she had spent the least time with Max. By the time the little boy had arrived both Brittany and Santana' careers had just taken off. With two older children there was no one to play with the little boy. He spent most of his time in daycare.
The more she thought about it the worse she felt as a parent. Hopelyn hated them, Remi was hardly ever home, and Max never got the attention he deserved. 'Things were never this bad in Lima. She I fought with my parents, but at least I saw them and knew they cared.' Santana thought as she pulled into the driveway.
"Hope you can spend the night in your room. No phone. No music. No computer. No nothing. Consider yourself officially on house arrest. If you need something to do read a book or make a puzzle. You can come down for dinner and that's it." Santana ordered opening the front door to their home.
Hopelyn rolled her eyes, stomped up every last stair, and slammed her door so hard the house shook.
"Come on baby, do you want a snack?" Santana asked Max setting her keys on the rack and shaking her hair out of it's styled pony.
"Yea! Can I have go-gurt!"Max kicked off his shoes and took off running toward the kitchen. Santana did the same and followed her son, happy to be rid of her heals.
"Let's have a healthier snack okay?" Santana said pulling a few apples out of the fridge a long with dipping caramel. "Baby, how would feel about going to see Tus Abuelitos?"
"Are they here! I wanna see Abuelo!" Max said bouncing on one of the kitchen stools.
"No baby, I mean we would go to their house for a change. What if instead of going to day care after school, you went to your Abuelos or your grandma's house? Would you like that?" Santana pushed a plate of diced apples toward Max who hungrily gobbled them up.
"That would be fun and I think it would be more fun because I miss them." He said dripping caramel on the kitchen counter. " Can Mr. Red Patches come too?"
"I would never make you go anywhere without Mr. Red Patches sweetie. Why don't you go get your homework, so we can sit down and work on it together. If we get it all done then you, me, and mommy can watch a movie together tonight after dinner." Santana said taking a seat next to him.
"What about sister and brother?" Max asked earnestly.
"Brother has football practice and Hopelyn is in big trouble." the little boy make a funny 'O' shape with his mouth before munching on another apple piece. "Go get your bag baby."
Max hopped off the stool and ran down the hallway back to the front door where his backpack sat.
Thump.
"Ow watch it !" grunted a strange voice that didn't belong to any of Santana's children.
"Max baby?" Santana called making her way quickly back to the front door.
A dark-haired young girl Santana had never seen before opened the front door to leave, while Max sat on the floor after clearly running into her.
"Hold it." She barked. The young girl froze for a moment before first looking at Santana and then up the stairs where Remi stood looking very guilty.
"Who are you and why are you in my house -and why aren't you at school?" Santana growled turning to look at her eldest.
"It was a half day and we were just studying." Remi said in a shaky voice. Unlike Hopelyn and Max, Remi attended high school closer to home due to his talent for football.
"Really. So if I call the school right now they're going to tell me the same thing? Why were you studying upstairs when you know girls aren't allowed in your room." Santana narrowed her eyes. Did her children honestly think she was that stupid? At least she was cleaver when she lied to her parents. This was just weak.
"Yea. It's no big deal, so no need to flip out." added the girl with a snotty attitude.
Santana had nearly forgotten she was there and she had certainly had her fill of bratty teenage girls for the day.
"Excuse me? I believe I was talking to my son, but since you seem to have so much to say why don't you start by telling me your name." Santana rounded on the girl, first helping Max to his feet and then pushing the front door close so she couldn't run out of the house.
"It's Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam. We didn't do anything wrong. I don't know why you're getting so angry." the teen scoffed and rolled her eyes.
Santana could feel her son's anxiety raise. 'Well at least someone knows who he's dealing with' she thought. Santana had never taken sass from anyone, not when she was sixteen and certainly not now.
"Well Samantha, you may call me Mrs. Pierce or Ma'am when addressing me. In this house there are rules and when those rules are broken I get angry. It's called being a parent. Now you can go have a seat in the living room while I call your parents and let them know where to come pick you up. " Santana said in a sickening sweet voice that was down right terrifying. Her eyes darted up to the nervous looking seventeen year old sitting on the steps.
"You can stay in your room until your mother gets home. We'll deal with you then. I'll be calling your coach to let him know why you're missing practice." She barked. The boy got up and jogged back to his room with his head hung low.
Brittany arrived home at five as usual, looking tired, but just as beautiful as ever. Her hair was in a tight bun and she wore simple yoga pants, tank top, and a knitted jacket. Setting down her bag she made her way to the kitchen where Max sat doing his homework while Santana cooked stir fry on the wok.
"You're home early. Did you have a bad day at work or something?" She mused wrapping her arms around her wife's waist from behind and giving her a tender kiss hello. Santana grinned and gave her an equally sweet few pecks back. There was not a moment that passed that Santana wasn't absolutely sure she had made the right choice by marrying Brittany Pierce.
"Work was a cake walk compared to this afternoon." Santana scoffed, but held up a spoon of stir fry for Brittany to taste.
"Mommy!" Max yelled from the table. His arms were folded over his chest in an angry pout because she had yet to say hello to him.
Brittany beamed at the little boy before rushing over and pulling him up out of his chair, spinning around a few times
"My baby! How did I not see you there? I missed you so much. Let me give you kisses." She fawned peppering his face with kisses everywhere she could reach until the little boy was giggling and trying to get away.
"How was school? I want to hear all about it" She crouched down and watched him closely giving every single bit of her attention as though his words could change the very fabric of reality.
"Well, we had art today. Mr. Red Patches helped me draw a picture of everyone, then mami came and picked us up. Sister was in trouble. We got home and then brother got in trouble. Mami says that if I get my homework done then the three of us can watch a movie because I'm the only good kid you have." Max said looking up at her with bright brown eyes.
"Well you're Mama is right because she's the smartest most beautiful woman ever and she knows everything, but lets not tell your brother and sister that okay?" She winked and kissed his forehead before skipping over to where Santana stood still cooking.
"Something tells me we're going to need these." She pulled two wine glasses down from the cupboard and filled them, passing one to Santana. "So why are both my oldest kids sitting quietly in their rooms right now?"
"I got a phone call from Ms. Underwood this afternoon asking me to come pick Hopelyn up for fighting with another student." Santana ran her hand through her hair and stirred the wok before taking a sip of wine.
"You're joking. Again? Please tell me she's not expelled." Brittany asked folding her arms over her chest.
"No, just suspended. I managed to convince the principle to only give her two weeks, with the third being in-school. She agreed as long as Hope does an out-reach and writes a paper about it."
Brittany closed her eyes. It was annoying, but not completely unexpected from the rambunctious teen.
"Wonderful. What did Remi do?"
"Our beautiful baby boy decided he was going to skip school today and bring a girl back to his room, not knowing that I picked both Hope and Max up early. I caught Samantha trying to sneak out the front door. I sent him to his room for the night and had a lovely chat with her parents when they came to pick her up, which ended with me being the horrible parent for not teaching my son better." Santana grunted bitterly as Brittany covered her mouth in surprise.
"Oh god. They weren't-I mean do you think they were..." she asked horror-struck. None of her babies were old enough to be having sex. They were too young. How did Remi even know what sex was?
"I don't even want to try to think about it." Santana confessed as her wife took a large gulp of wine. "But 'The Talk' is totally on you. "
"San, how did we even get here?" Brittany asked under her breath so Max couldn't hear. " I don't even know where to start to fix this."
"Baby, can I be honest, I think a part of it is living here. Our dream was always to get out of Lima and move to New York, which we did, but I feel like that's what's starting to pull us apart. Obviously we haven't been paying close enough attention to what's going on in their lives and I feel like it's only going to get worse. " Santana began dishing out the food onto plates for everyone.
"Max, run upstairs. Tell Remi and Hope dinner is ready." Brittany said before turning back to Santana. "I think so too, but this is where our life is. It's not like we can just pack up everything and leave. Where would we even move to? There are the same troubles in every city."
"What if we moved back to Lima." Santana held up her hand before Brittany could protest. " I know we said we wouldn't go back, but the more I think about it the more it feels right. Small town life may not be perfect, but at least it's something we understand. I don't feel right sitting here not knowing what's going on with our kids. Plus if we moved back to Lima you could still have your dance studio and I could still practice law."
Brittany stood quiet for a long moment thinking over Santana's words. Every bit she spoke held a piece of truth that she couldn't deny. Lima, Ohio had raised them to become the women they were and she was confident it could do the same for her children.
"Babe, I love you so much and if this is what you think is best for our family then I will support you one hundred percent all the way. That being said I just want to point out that Ohio isn't as progressive as New York. We faced trouble when we were kids and I'm sure we're bound to face trouble again." Brittany warned.
"I thought of that, but this is now, not then. I'm sure people have moved forward at least a little. Besides, we're adults capable of making our own choices and if anyone doesn't like it I'll take them to court." Santana reached out and pulled Brittany in by the hips for a sweet kiss.
Max, Hopelyn, and Remi all filed into the kitchen setting the table while their parents adored one another. None of the children said anything because it was a sight they glimpsed everyday. Brittany had always insisted on not hiding what true love looked like in front of the kids even though it made Santana squirm a little. By the time each one of the kids had turned five , their mothers kissing didn't faze them in the least.
Santana set the plates of food down for each person while Remi poured milk and Hopelyn set out the silverware. Nether child dared look their mothers in the eye.
Dinner went by quietly. Max was the only one who spoke and only to offer his broccoli to Mr. Red Patches. Santana thought over her plan several times before finally drumming up the nerve to make it final.
"You're mother and I have both come to an agreement on the issue of your behavior and this family as a whole. Frankly we're not happy with the way things have been going for sometime." Santana said when everyone had finished eating. "We realize that it's partly our own fault for not being around as much as we should, but you're all still young and it's not too late to correct that misstep on our part. Starting first thing tomorrow morning I will be working from home more and your mom will be cutting back her hours."
The kids sat quietly looking around at one another, uncertain of what to say.
"We've also decided that the city is not having a positive influence on this family, which is why we're moving to Ohio at the end of next month."
"What!"
"Are you crazy?"
"What about my girlfriend?"
"What about my friends?"
"Where's Hi-Oh"
"What about football?"
The table erupted into shouts of angry protests by the two oldest children. Finally Brittany had enough, using her index fingers she blew a loud sharp whistle.
"Enough. This is not up for debate. We are moving to Lima, end of conversation. Remi, you had straight A's last year and now they're all C's and D's. Hopelyn, you're on the brink of being expelled from school all together. We love you all very much and we're not going to sit here and watch you throw your lives away by acting out. Throw a fit, hate us, whatever, but this is the way it's going to be from now on." Brittany said though it hurt to do so.
"I can't believe you would do this to us." The young blonde said standing up from her seat and storming out of the room to hide her tears, shortly followed by Remi who slammed his door.
"Mommy?" Max spoke up once the tension had died down a little.
"Yes baby?" Brittany answered looking over at her son's big watery eyes.
"Can I have dessert?"
Santana couldn't help but chuckle. It was the only thing she could do, anything else and she might have cried.
"Sure thing kiddo. Are you going to share with Mr. Red Patches?" Brittany asked reaching over and sliding the little boy's chair closer to her own so that she could pull him on to her lap. Max nodded vigorously.
"How about you and Patches run upstairs, put your jammies on, and mommy and I will get out the ice cream and pick a Disney movie to watch. Sound good?" Brittany placed a few kisses on Max's cheek before letting him down to got upstairs.
Reaching over she took Santana's hand and gave it a squeeze. Although she was older now the hot-blooded latina still made her heart race. Santana smiled back pressing her lips to Brittany's hand.
"You made the right choice, San. We're moms and that means making the hard choices so that our kids can have the best life possible. They'll come around." Brittany cooed knowing how fragile Santana's heart was.
"I know they will. It just sucks. I feel like this is pay back for high school." Santana exhaled a shaky breath.
"Not even close. Come on, I'll clean up the table and you can scoop the ice cream. " Brittany stood picking up a few of the plates and setting them in the sink. "After Max is a sleep I'll give you a back rub, how does that sound?"
"Will it have a happy ending?" Santana smirked opening the freezer and shaking her butt a little for Brittany's benefit.
"Depends on if we get through this wine bottle tonight or not." the blue-eyed dancer teased back. "But I'm going to say the odds are definitely in your favor."
The idea of moving back to Lima was daunting. It's where their lives together had begun, where they fell in love, and where they had grown together as people. Santana could only sit and pray that her children could find the same guidance as she had growing up. Still, she worried about what had changed in the small town and even more about what had not changed. The thought that her kids might face the same old demons and bullies set her nerves on edge, but the memories she had of glee club soothed them again. Although she was scared, she knew with Brittany supporting her there wasn't anything they couldn't over come.
A/N-I've had an over whelming itch for Brittana family feels that I just couldn't help. As with most of my fics this will be a little angsty, but not too bad. I know most of you are dying for updates on Smooth and Until the Very End. I promise I've been working on them. It's just slow going right now. In the mean time I hope you liked this first chapter.
Ps. Glee ep 100 killed me with that kiss. Omg. *Fans self*