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Extra Chapter cuz the last one was such a shorty...
Santana stood stone-faced over the graves that contained the bodies of her parents. She adjusted the dark glasses over her eyes. She knew that there were people in the medium sized crowd that were whispering about her and it was taking all of her patience not to snap. She knew she was out of control she had been basically the entire two weeks since Garrison had told her about the accident...both her parents gone, just like that. The only thankful thing was that her little brother, Mateo, hadn't been with them. She hadn't been allowed to see him she just had to trust that children services was taking good care of him.
"Sanny...?" Brittany's soft voice edged into her mind as her hand gently grasped Santana's shoulder. She fought the overwhelming urge to jerk away from the touch.
Santana turned towards her best friend trying to keep her glare to a minimum. It wasn't Britt's fault that she had buried her parents just moments earlier nor that she wasn't allowed to see her brother because of some bureaucratic issues she would never understand. She drew in a deep breath trying to calm her frayed nerves and find a reasonable voice in her head.
"Rachie, um...told me to er...stall you, but there are no bathrooms out here so maybe she was mistaken..."
Santana let out a frustrated sigh, "Why does she want you to stall me?"
"I don't think I'm suppose to tell you..." The tall blonde worried her bottom lip between her teeth.
Santana looked around Brittany to where the tiny brunette stood obviously arguing with a salt and pepper haired man in an expensive looking grey suit. She was sure that she'd never seen him before, but something about him seemed mildly familiar. She brought her gaze back to her best friend and arched one dark brow.
"Best friends don't keep secrets, Britts...who's the jerk-o with Berry?"
Brittany ran a thin hand through her blonde tresses and glanced around hoping that someone would save her from the shaded, but intense gaze of her best friend. She had never lied to Santana and she didn't want to start now, but she had promised Rachel that she wouldn't tell.
"I can't..."
"Can't or won't...?" Santana growled pushing pass the taller woman and marching through the dispersing crowd to where Rachel was whisper-yelling at the unknown man.
"...highly inappropriate! Can't you just give her a moment to grieve?" Rachel stamp her foot and glared up at the man who at least had the decency to look properly chagrined.
"I'm sorry...Ms. uh...Berry, is it? I failed to think that resolving this matter expeditiously would be an inconvenience for Ms. Lopez.." Whoever he was, he was right on Berry's level when it came to useless rambling. Santana thought pressing a sweaty palm to her temple.
"That's right! You failed! Can you just go away? Can you just leave before she notices you're even here?"
"She already has noticed..." Santana stopped in front of them with Brittany trailing not far behind her.
"Santana...!" Rachel gazed at her with sorrow and guilt filled eyes.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" She asked ignoring Rachel's outburst.
The man cleared his throat and present his open hand to her. "I am Arturo Ivernel, I was an old friend of your dad's...in fact both, Julia and Juan...we all went to undergrad together...I was so sorry to hear about their passing, they wer-"
"Get on with it, Art. I know who my parents are, I don't need you to tell me." Santana snapped though behind her glasses she was blinking back unshorn tears.
Arturo dropped his disregarded hand. "Well, yes...I guess, I was also your parents' lawyer. There's the matter of the will..."
"I don't care." She whispered harshly fists clenching at her sides.
"Santana..." Brittany sobbed fearing her friend was about to erupt.
"Berry was right. What makes you think that I would care about that shit? Is there something in it that gives me my family back? Huh? Is there a sub-clause where I can give it all up to have my parents again? Cuz that's the only way that that piece of paper is gonna make a goddamn difference!" She started to storm to the awaiting limo that had lead the procession.
"They put Mateo in your custody...!"
"What...?" Dark hair whipped around her face as she whirled to face the lawyer.
"I told them it wasn't a good idea, that you were entirely too young for the responsibility, but they wouldn't listen. When you graduated from college they came in and changed their wills...they touted your show of responsibility. You becoming an associate editor at Lavish had shown how much you had grown from high school...they were so proud of you and knew no one would care for their little boy like his big sister. After seeing how you've been acting these last few weeks they would be ashamed to see how wrong they were."
Santana growled stalking up to him. Searching his eyes she found no apology. She brought her loose fist back across his smug face snapping his head to the left.
"You don't know shit about me, Art." She snarled taking off for the limo not looking back even when she heard a loud crack followed by a grunt of pain that brought the smallest of smirks to her face.