Hello guys! I'm back with an update. Uni has just started and I can't even begin to describe how much work is lined up for me this semester on top of everything else. So, I hope that I can still update regularly and hope that you guys will keep reading! This chapter will focus on Santana's family life but will obviously still have Brittana. I think it's about time I address the whole family issue thing. I hope you like it and please please comment and review because it helps me know if the story still interests you! Ideas and suggestions are welcome :)! THANK YOU!

She pushed the door open slowly as she took a peek of the room. It was a big room, much like she expected. The ceilings were high and it was clad in expensive furniture; it was reminiscent of her parent's house, funnily enough. Her eyes landed on the figure sleeping on the leather couch; her mother slept with a light frown on her face. Santana studied her features; she's still beautiful; her skin is still perfect but she noticed the wrinkles and worry lines that were never there before. Santana frowned to herself; it still felt like yesterday when she left for college and almost five years on, nothing in her life is the same apart from Brittany.

She made her way inside as quietly as possible and walked towards the sleeping figure with caution. She was aware that her father was just on the other side of the room but she stopped herself from looking at him. That needed more mental preparation and probably her mother's support.

"Mami," she whispered as she gently tapped her mother's shoulder careful not to give her a fright.

The older woman shifted and slowly opened her eyes to be faced with her daughter's sympathetic smile. She smiled back feeling the worry leave her body for a moment,"Santanita! Thank goodness you're here". She blurted out with a tone of gratification that made Santana smile wider as she bent down to give her mother a sincere hug.

"Of course Mami, I was really worried about you—" she paused breaking free from her mother's embrace and allowing herself to look at her father "…and Papi." She turned her attention back to her mom, trying to gauge how she was feeling. A part of her felt guilty for showing her hesitation about her being here for her father but she couldn't help it. Twenty one years of their kind of relationship does that.

"Mija, I'm really grateful you managed to fly out here. Are you alright? Do you need anything at all?" she asked slightly worried since Santana dropped a lot to be there.

"I'm fine mom. I really should be asking you that. How are you? How's dad?" she sat down beside the older woman, still maintaining her gaze to the figure lying on the hospital bed.

"He's stable now. The doctors and nurses are taking real good care of him. I'm glad for that. As for me, I'm just trying not to stress out too much, mija. Are you staying at the house while you're here?" She asked curiously.

Santana sighed. She had to tell her mother that Brittany is here with her. Her mother has always been okay with her and Brittany but she wasn't sure if it was the right time to bring it up. "Actually, Brittany's here with me…" she looked at the older set of brown eyes to see her reaction; it was okay so far, "so if it's not cool with you, we can stay at a hotel or her parents' house." She bit her lip.

Her mother flashed the young brunette a comforting smile. "Santana, you know I have no problems about you and Brittany. Of course you can stay at the house; it'll be good have some company. It's been a while." She placed her hands om top of Santana's. The younger Latina's heart melted and for a moment, guilt washed over her. She distanced herself from her parents because of her father's attitude towards her and she forgot that her mom is still her mom. She's still the same loving woman who unfortunately is married to her father, and even that part isn't her fault.

"Gracias, Mamita." She replied, giving her mother another hug.

After a few minutes if talking to her mother, Santana excused herself from the room. It still kind of hasn't sunk in that her father is lying almost lifeless on the bed. A part of her doesn't want to acknowledge it because she knows it affects her more than she lets on so if that happens, there's a big chance that she might actually cry—over her dad. Another part is saying is not affected because the man lying on that bed is merely a stranger to her. He's never really been there for her emotionally and really she never felt his presence as a father therefore she couldn't grieve for him.

She made her way to the waiting room where Brittany was sat reading a random magazine with her headphones on. The blonde was gently bobbing her head to the music, oblivious of her surroundings, and this put a smile on Santana's face—at least Brittany's here; it could be worse. She walked towards her girlfriend stealthily; thank god Brittany was facing away from her and wrapped her hands around the blonde's neck.

"Hey baby," She greeted, giving her a kiss on the cheek, "enjoying the waiting room?" she asked trying not to sound down.

The blonde locked eyes with her as she tried to get a feel of the situation. She eyes Santana, following her movements closely as the brunette took the seat next to her; taking her headphones off in the process. "Babe, you're trying to sound less sad than you really are." She raised her eyebrows when Santana attempted a witty come back, "San, I know you."

"I'm sorry, Britt." She looked down on her hands and she didn't even realize her fidgeting. "It's just; I can't get my head around this situation. It hasn't sunk in, seeing him lying there. I don't know how I feel. I feel sorry for Mami but you know I don't know how I feel about him."

An understanding smile flashed across Brittany's face. She understood Santana's relationship with her father and it was a step forward to actually talk about her feelings, especially for him, even though it seems like she doesn't really have any prominent feelings. "I get it babe. You and your dad didn't have the best of relationships but I'm really proud of you for being here even if it's for your mom. I'm sure she really appreciates it."

"Yeah, she's great. I feel guilty for distancing myself from her too. But she said we can stay at the house while we're here. I think she misses having company over, other than my dad." Santana explained, taking Brittany's hand in hers "Is that okay for you?"

"Of course sweetie, that's great. I need to visit my mom while I'm here though, I haven't seen her much even after," she hesitated mentioning anything about the accident as they haven't really brought it up much,"…you know."

Santana gave her a considerate nod, "Yeah of course, Britt. We can visit Janet anytime. Are we forgetting how near your house is to mine?"

"I know, San. I just don't want to take you away from your family at this time. Your mom needs you and your dad, too."

"I won't be spending all my time in this hospital, B. Hospitals weird me out." She frowned at the thought of her mom spending most of her nights in this place; it was eerily silent and just kind of creepy especially at night.

"Okay, if you say so." She smiled. "So, how's your mom?"

"Why don't you go ask her yourself? She wants to see you." Santana grabbed her by the hand and started leading her back to the room.

"Is that a good idea? I mean, what if your dad wakes up? I don't want to cause trouble babe." Brittany asked as they were walking back to the room. She bit her lip as she felt nervousness envelope her whole body.

"Babe, my mom is cool okay? She just acts all weird around us when my dad is there. Something about being a submissive wife." She turned around and gave the blonde a peck on the lips to re-assure that she's going to be fine under the presence of the older Lopez woman.

"Okay." Was all Brittany could say before the door opened and she had to put a warm smile to her face. "Hi, Mrs Lopez, it's nice to see you again." She greeted giving the woman a hug.

"Hello, Brittany, please just call me Rosita. I've known you since you were a little girl, there's no need for the formality." She smiled warmly at both of the younger women.

Brittany replied with a wide smile. The knot in her stomach finally relaxed as she acknowledged Rosita's warm welcome.

"How are you doing, Rosita?" Brittany asked, momentarily looking over to the figure on the bed.

"I'm alright, mija. Thank you for coming here with Santana. I'm sure you'll keep her mind at rest, if anything happens." The older woman replied, her eyes looking downcast as she said the last sentence.

For a moment, Brittany and Santana shared a knowing look, mixed with concern for Rosita. They both know she's trying to be stronger than she normally is required to be. "I'm very happy to help with anything, Rosita. Even if it's babysitting Santana here." The blonde joked to lighten up the mood.

Rosita let out a small laugh, "She's a handful this one." She smiled at Santana as she adoringly touched her arm.

"Are you sure your mom is going to be okay at the hospital on her own?" Brittany asked breaking the silence that was enveloping their car journey.

Santana had barely said a word after they left the hospital even though she seemed alright when they were taking to Rosita. Brittany is fully aware of the emotions that her girlfriend was trying to mask when they were talking to the older woman. She knows Santana has a hard time letting her emotional guard down even with her parents. It even took a long time for the brunette to be open about her feelings with her, but that's just who Santana is.

"I think so. She's pretty much treated like royalty there and visiting hours apparently don't apply to that part of the hospital." The brunette replied seemingly unattached to the whole situation. She kept her eyes on the road and her hands firm on the steering wheel.

"But I mean like, is she going to be okay? Alone?" for some reason she doesn't want to let this go. She wants to know what Santana is feeling and why she's acting like she's not concerned.

"Baby, she's fine. I just want to sleep; it's been a long day." The Latina didn't mean to sound harsh but her exhaustion was almost unbearable and she wasn't feeling like talking about feelings tonight. First of all she needed to figure out what her actual feelings are.

Blue eyes looked at her with worry but said nothing. Brittany knew that it was best to leave the serious topic off the tables for now. "Want to take a bath when we get to your parents' house?" she suggested, trying to lighten the mood, as usual.

"Yeah that'd be nice, B." Santana replied as she forced an apologetic smile.

They arrived at the house twenty minutes later and they headed straight in. Both of them felt the exhaustion caused by the trip they had today and just wanted to relax. Santana headed straight to the kitchen to search the fridge for some wine. As usual, there were countless bottles of different brands and maturity. She took a bottle of a familiar brand and raided the cupboard for two glasses.

When she made her way to her room, the bathroom door was already open and she could hear the water running. She smiled as she made her way to the en suite where she found Brittany lighting up some candles. The blonde has already shed her clothes and was only wearing a fluffy robe which made her look adorable yet sexy.

"Just like old times." Santana stated as she set the glasses and the bottle on the table beside the bath.

"Even better than old times." Brittany smiled, undoing the knot on her robe. She slid off the garment easily and Santana watched as it fell on the ground, her eyes tracing the figure in front of her. Brittany gave her a shy smile, as she stepped into the bath. She gave Santana a look that hypnotised the brunette and before she knew it, she was in the bath tub, sitting across Brittany.

"Wine?" she offered, and Brittany willingly accepted. She handed the glass over to her girlfriend as she took as sip.

The light hit Brittany's face just perfectly. Her eyes reflect the flame from the candles, the intensity of her blue eyes was captivating. Her porcelain skin glowed under the darkness of the room and ripples from the water bounced of her features, it was breath taking view.

"You're so beautiful." Santana whispered audibly, as if she was still under a spell.

Brittany grabbed her hand and gently pulled her to the other side of the tub. She pulled Santana flush to her body until there was no visible space between them. "I think you're beautiful too."

She smiled taking the glass out of Santana's hands and setting them back on the table. She intertwined her hands with the brunette's, as she enveloped the smaller woman in her hug. Santana leans back, letting her body relax under the warmth of the water and the comfort of Brittany's embrace. She let her head fall on the blonde's chest, feeling her breathing and her breasts up against her back. It was a peaceful moment and that's what she wanted. She didn't want to think about anything else but this.

"I love you so much, Britt." She hums in her state of relaxation. She could feel Brittany's smile even though she had her eyes closed.

Slowly, the blonde's lips lowered down on hers and she could feel the warm air as Brittany ghosted over her lips for a moment. She didn't want to open her eyes; she just wanted to feel everything. She wanted to activate all her senses. She could hear the silent ripples of the water; she could feel the warmth emitting from Brittany's skin as contrast to her hardened nipples on the brunette's back. She felt her lips tingle as they met Brittany's in a slow, careful kiss. It was passionate and lovely and the flutter in her heart was ever so present. Their tongues danced in a precise rhythm; everything was perfect yet not calculated. Brittany's arms enveloped her tighter as she let herself surrender under the embrace. She let herself melt into the arms of the one she loves. Her emotional walls crumbled into dust as she let her feelings known through touch, through every stroke of the tongue. They don't need words; this was enough to convey everything. It was more than just kissing; it was their way of communicating. Sure sex is going to be the aftermath but Santana loved this moment. She loved letting her emotions go when it comes to Brittany because she knows she'll keep her safe. Brittany is the only thing that saves her.

I hope you liked it! A bit of fluff at the end that I almost turned into smut BUT I was on the train when I wrote this chapter so I didn't feel comfortable writing about a sex scene hahaha... anyways, please review guys! :)