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Sorry for any grammatical/spelling errors, i'm trying my best to edit this but i'm probably gonna miss a few things. Anyway, onto the next chapter. - J

Chapter 1

She sat there in that lot for another hour, just trying to find the strength to come out of shock. This couldn't be happening. Not that she really had any right to be mad but still, there was no way in hell that this was happening. She wiped the tears she had shed and she started her car again. She took a few deep breaths before pulling out of the lot and back onto the highway.

It took about an hour and a half to get home. The half was because she drove a little slow since there were still tears filling up her eyes periodically and it had been getting steadily darker out. But she made it home eventually. Parking the car, she grabbed her suitcase and walked up to the house. Before she could even think about putting her key in the door, it swung open to reveal a smiling Maribel Lopez. She pulled her daughter into a bone-crushing hug and yelled out, "Mija!" Santana tried to hide her distress and smile back. But unfortunately her eyes were still red and a little puffy from crying, so when Maribel took a step back to admire her daughter, that was the first thing she took notice of. Immediately her hands flew up to grab her daughter's arms. "Nena, qué paso?" Santana tried to fight it. She didn't want to break down now and frighten her mother, but the way she was looking at her, she felt her walls start slipping.

Another couple of tears rolled down her face and before another word was uttered, she was being pulled into the house. Her bag was being brought upstairs for her as she stood by the door, frozen, trying to hold back her emotions. She closed her eyes hoping no more tears would escape. She stayed that way for a few minutes, until she heard footsteps come closer and her coat was being pulled off of her shoulders and down her arms. Once her coat was gone she felt a tug at her hand and she opened her eyes to see her Mami looking at her with sad eyes. "Come Nena." She told her. "Let's go into the kitchen and I'll make you something to eat okay?" Nodding slightly, Santana followed her mother into the kitchen.

Sitting down at the counter and wrapping her arms around herself, her brain went into overdrive and the rest of her shut down. Her head was filled with thoughts that were starting to make her stomach hurt. She had always thought Sam was a nice enough guy. But she also knew that if anyone were to rival Puck in ability to bounce from one girl to the next, it was Sam. That thought alone was enough to make her cringe. Even she'd given the guy a shot at one point, so really, who was she to judge. She took a shaky breath and let out a deep sigh. Her mother quietly returned to her side with a sandwich and a glass of juice. It seemed kind of childish, but when she was really upset, Santana appreciated small things that reminded her of childhood, and Maribel had only a handful of times before seem so broken as she did now so she knew she had to pull out all of the stops tonight.

Maribel reached out slowly and started to rub her daughter's back, trying to soothe the girl out of the fragile state she was clearly in. "Come on baby girl, eat and tell Mami what's wrong." She practically whispered. Santana gave her a small grateful smile and took a small bite of the sandwich. She appreciated that her mother knew her well enough to not ask any more questions until she was ready to talk. It gave her a chance to sort through her emotions and her thoughts to try and come up with a way to explain why she was such a wreck. Eventually, she concluded that any explanation she would give, probably wouldn't even get past the first sentence without her breaking down again, so she came up with the simplest solution. Pulling her phone out from her pocket she unlocked it and went back to her texts. She tried not to re-read them as she scrolled through them for her Mami.

Maribel read the texts from Tina, Artie and especially Sugar and her face transitioned from confusion to total surprise and a pained understanding dawned on her. She knew about the break up the day it happened when Santana came home acting like the world had ended, and perhaps for her it had so to speak. When her daughter told her what happened, she was extremely shocked to say the least but she knew the girls were made for each other. Her motherly intuition told her so, and she had no doubt in her mind that they would find their way beck to each other. Now she was seeing proof that maybe this was not the case. The older woman tried to keep her face neutral when she turned back to Santana, only to lose her composure when she saw her daughter leaning on the counter with her head in her hands. All it took was the sound of a single sniffle for Maribel to spin her little girl around and pull her in tight.

Santana gave in to her mother's embrace. She was tired. Physically, mentally, emotionally, she was just tired. She didn't want to think, she didn't want to feel. She didn't want to do anything. So she just let herself be held like she was a small child again. After some time, they both let go and Maribel pushed some stray hairs away from Santana's face and kissed her on the forehead. She could see the exhaustion written all over her, so she gently pulled Santana up to stand and said "Why don't you go rest Mija. We can talk some more in the morning okay?" Santana nodded and kissed her mother on the cheek before she turned and trudged up the stairs without a sound. Maribel stood in the kitchen with her hand over her heart. Taking out her own phone she texted her husband.
Mi Esposo: Santana está en casa. She's hurting Ramón. No me gusta!

Meanwhile Santana was upstairs in her room just standing in front of her closed door. She didn't want to walk in her room. It held too many memories. Too many memories with her Angel. She walked ever so slowly into the room and she tried to ignore the photographs of them all around her. She tried to ignore how she could practically hear her giggles filling the room. She tried to ignore how she looked everywhere and saw her; sitting on the bed cuddling her pillow, looking out the window trying to count the stars, rearranging the perfume bottles on the dresser by color. She tried, and failed miserably. Covering her nose and mouth to stop the sounds from carrying downstairs to her mother she let herself cry again. She figured she deserved every bit of this pain, so she was going to take it.

Resigned to wallow in her own sadness and reflect on her stupidity she kicked off her shoes, stripped down and changed into an oversized t-shirt and sweats. Santana threw herself down on the bed and didn't even bother climbing under the covers. She tossed all of the pillows to the floor just to be safe and curled up into a ball. If anyone had seen her at that moment, they wouldn't have believed that the feisty, loud mouthed latina with the big personality and even bigger attitude was capable of making herself seem so small. But in moments like these, that was exactly what she did. She didn't want to remember anymore, she just wanted to sleep. She didn't want to think of all the things that Sam could be doing with Brittany at that exact moment. She didn't want to think of how he could be holding her in his arms as she slept. How he could be laying there as she traced her fingers over his stomach and arms. How she could be laughing at his stupid impressions and kissing him before they both fell asleep. She didn't want to think of any of it. Crying herself to sleep had become a somewhat normal occurrence for Santana over the last few months. But this time was a little different. This time she knew she wasn't waking up with any sort of distraction to take her mind off of anything. She knew she was going to feel every bit as miserable tomorrow as she did right now. So she just let the tears run until she slipped into unconsciousness, because there was nothing else left to do.

Maribel stood outside of the bedroom door, listening to the small sobs and whimpers that were coming from inside. She had come to check on her daughter one last time but she couldn't bring herself to go inside when she heard the state Santana was in. She knew her daughter needed this moment to just let her emotions be free, without any pressure to compose herself. So she just brought up her hand to wipe away the few tears she cried for her baby girl's heart. She placed her other hand on the door and whispered, "All will be made right Mija. Just give it time. All will be made right." And she prayed that somehow, her words would become the truth.