A/N: Thank you so much for all the reviews and the favorite! It a lot to me that you all love this story! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. It's a long one!
But can we all discuss the 'Diva' episode. I am sure I am not the only one who wanted to punch Sam in the face but I thought Brittany wanting to be just best friends was cute and since she's happy, I'm happy. Nutbush City Limits/Girl On Fire/Make No Mistake, She's Mine were incredible. Naya's voice, I just simply can't.
Okay, enough of my rant, here is chapter two! Please don't forget to review this chapter!
As Santana pulled down Malcome Street, she surveyed her surroundings. She was in a trailer park. Many of the trailers looked the same. Just by looking at some, you could tell what type of people lived there. If the lawn was mowed clearly the people who lived their took care of the place.
Getting closer to the crime scene, Santana watched as people came out of their houses, wanting to know what's going on.
She parked her car and grabbed her badge from the center compartment throwing the chain over her neck. Stepping out of her car, Santana locked it and wrapped her arms around her self in attempt to create some body heat.
She had run out of the apartment so fast that she forgot to grab a coat.
Santana ducked under the yellow tape surrounding the trailer and flashed her badge to the police men. They let her in with no questions asked.
"Have you seen Puckerman?" Santana asked one cop standing around.
"Yeah, I think he's inside."
Santana thanked the man and walked the two steps up into the trailer. Immediately walking in she was hit with a strong sent of smoke. Obviously, who ever lived her was a heavy smoker. Her eyes wandered around the living room, watching cops walk out of rooms and talking to one another and getting samples of stuff.
Santana's gaze however landed on three small children sitting on a ratty old looking couch, huddled together. The two oldest had their heads down while one was holding a small baby. They looked sad, cold and somehow hungry.
"Santana." She turned around and saw Puck walking towards her.
"What happened?"
"The mom is dead. Drug overdose. Those are her children." Puck pointed to the three kids sitting together on the couch. The little girl raised her head and immediately locked eyes with Santana. They were blue. A clear, crystal blue just like Brittany's. "We have tried talking to them but neither of the kids have said a word. That's why I called you."
"Me? Puck I'm a detective, not a social worker."
"I know but listen. You are good with kids. I've seen the way you get a sparkle in your eye when they do something cute and I know you and Brittany want kids so why not a little bit of practice."
Santana sighed and crossed her arms above her chest. Puck was right. "Alright, fine." Puck patted Santana's shoulder before walking over to a fellow office. She ran a hand threw her hair before slowly walking over to the frightened kids. Santana watched as the little girls head slowly rise back up to meet her's.
"Hi there." Santana said softly. She knelt down in front of the children and tucked her legs behind her. "My names Santana, can you tell me your name sweetie?"
"Paisley."
"What a beautiful name you have. Can you tell me how old you are?"
"Paisley, don't tell her. She doesn't care about us. It's her job." Santana was a little taken back by the boys outburst. He had deep brown eyes and shaggy brown hair. Santana noticed the freckles that dotted his face and how he had a small bruise on the right side of his cheek, almost under his eyes.
"Hey now, it's okay. I do care about you guys. Are you all brother and sister?" The two kids nodded their head.
"Rosie is our baby sister too." The little boy said while shifting the baby in his arms. Santana noticed that the baby was to heavy for him to hold.
"Do you want me to hold her for you?" Santana asked softly, placing a hand on his knee.
"No I got her." He said, pulling the baby closer to him.
"Can you tell me your name buddy?"
"Brayden."
"What's your last name bud?"
"Tucker."
"How old are you Brayden?"
"I'm nine, Paisley is four and Rosie is six months I think."
Santana stood up and sat on the couch next to Paisley. The little girl had dirty blonde hair and a cute little button nose. In her hair, she had a baby pink barrette that was holding some hair back but not much, causing it all to fall into her face. She was wearing a pale, worn out yellow shirt with a pink pair of cotton pants. They looked to be pajamas which is acceptable considering it was almost 9:30 at night.
"Can I sit on your lap?" Paisley asked, brushing the hair away from her face with her hand. But it immediately fell back on her face, causing her to frown.
"Come here munchkin." Paisley smiled slightly as she climbed her way onto Santana's lap. "So Brayden, do you play any sports?"
"I used to play baseball with my dad but then he died before Rosie was born and mommy wouldn't sign me up to play little league so I haven't played in a while."
Santana frowned when she heard him say that their father died.
"How did your dad die?"
"He had cancer." Santana reached over and ran a hand threw his brown shaggy hair but he immediately pulled back and mumbled 'whatever'.
"Santwana?" She looked down to see Paisley looking up at her. "Can you fwix my hair for me?"
"Sure thing little bug. You want me to put it in your clip?"
"Can you brwaid it?" Santana nodded and started to run her hand gently through the thin blonde locks. Once she was finished, Santana looked up to find Puck walking out of a bedroom and down the hall. 'Distract them' he mouthed to her. Santana furrowed her brows but she understood everything when she saw a black body bag start to come out of the room.
"So Brayden, who is your favorite super hero?
"I like batman and spiderman. Whose yours?"
"I like cat women but spiderman and batman is close up there too." Santana sent the boy a wink which caused him to blush slightly. Once the body bag taken out of the house, Santana let out a sigh of relief.
"I wike cat women too!" Paisley said while bouncing slightly on Santana's lap. Just then, the baby in Brayden's arm started to cry.
"Want me to take her bud?"
"No I can do it." Santana raised an eyebrow at the little boy and watched as she struggled with Rosie. He looked up at Santana and had a frown on his face. "Can you take her."
"Sure bud. Paisley, scoot over." The little girl scooted off Santana's lap but cuddled into her side as Santana grabbed Rosie from Brayden. Rosie calmed down right away and put her hand on Santana's face. She made a face causing the little girl to giggle in her lap.
The four of them sat in a comfortable silence before Puck walked over. She watched as Brayden put a wall up as soon as Puck got near.
"Santana, I called a social worked to come and take the kids to a foster care home tonight since they have no other relatives."
Santana nodded and wrapped her arm around Paisley who was starting to fall asleep.
"I'll stay with them till she comes." Puck nodded before running his hand threw his now short brown hair and putting a hand on Santana's shoulder.
"Thank you San, for coming. You were the only one who could get threw to these kids. We probably had four or five officers try but no one could get a word from either of them.
"They're good kids Puck, it just seems that they haven't had the best life." The two adults looked over at Brayden who was now asleep and had his head resting on the arm of the couch. "His name is Brayden and he's nine. When I was talking to him he said that his dad died of cancer before the baby was born. This little girl here is Paisley and she's four and the baby is Rosie and Brayden said that he thinks she's six months. Their last name is Tucker too."
"I'll go do a search on my computer to see if I can find any history of relatives that would be willing to take them other wise they will probably live in foster homes the rest of their lives."
As Puck walked out the front door, a middle age women walked in and sat down on the other couch facing Santana.
"Hi, I'm Mallory Peterson but you can call me Mallory. I presume you are Santana?" She nodded. "You partner told me over the phone that there are kids with no guardians now since their mother passed."
"Correct."
"He also told me over the phone that you were going to try to get some information out of the kids to help us establish who they are."
"Yes. The oldest, Brayden, is nine. Paisley is four and Rosie is six months according to Brayden but he said he wasn't completely positive. Oh and their last name is Tucker and their father has passed away from cancer before Rosie was born."
"Did he mention anything about having any grandparents or aunts or uncle?"
Santana shook her head no. "My partner, Noah, is doing research on that right now."
"Alright well, once we find that out I will make the necessary phone calls to contact the family members but for now I'm going to take them to a foster home nearby."
Santana watched as Mallory collected her papers and put them back in her briefcase. "Is it possible that they could stay at my house for the night? I can tell you anything you need to know about my wife and I and I can even let you follow my home to check out our apartment."
"I guess that can be manageable. I would like to follow you home just to check out your apartment and I need you to sign some papers before I can officially let you have guardianship of them for the night."
"That's completely fine with me. Can you stay with them for a minute while I call my wife?" Mallory nodded and took Santana's place on the couch, pulling out the necessary papers Santana needed to sign while she made the phone call to Brittany.
Santana switched Rosie into her other arm as she pulled out her phone from her pocket. Typing in her wife's phone number, Santana walked down the hall and looked into the different rooms. She passed a room that had plain white walls and a small mattress pushed into a corner. There was very little furniture and only a couple of toy cars scattered around the floor.
It had to be Brayden's room. As Santana walked to the next room, she heard her wife pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hey babe."
"What's up San?"
"Okay this is going to sound crazy but I was wondering if we have room for three little kids to stay with us for the night." Santana asked with a little bit of hope but prepared her self for a no.
"What happened?"
"When I got to the scene, Puck explained to me that their mother died of a drug overdose and he then said that they would be sent to a foster home. Britt wait till you meet them. I want them to be ours. Forever. They are all so perfect. You are going to fall in love with them.
"Santana, this is huge. We can't just adopt them out of no where. What if they have relatives that will take them away from us. We shouldn't get to attached to them just to have them ripped away from us."
"You're right bit but they are the one's who have attached to me. Puck said that before I got there, no one could get them to talk but as soon as I got their, they were talking to me and really opened up. I don't think they can handle staying in a foster home tonight with complete strangers. I'm not saying we have to adopt them tonight. All I'm asking for is if they can stay with us for the night. Maybe two. They just need a safe environment with loving people who will care for them and not push them to the side."
"You really like them don't you San." Santana could hear Brittany smile on the other end of the phone.
"I do Britt, I really do."
"How old are they?"
"Brayden is 9, Paisley is 4 and Rosie is 6 months."
"Okay, just by their names I can tell they are adorable."
"Britt, just wait till you see them."
"Babe, you're so cute when you're happy."
"B, I have to go because Puck just walked into the room and he has all the information about the kids relatives. I'll see you soon babe."
"Text me when you're on your way home babe and if you have the kids with you. I love you."
"Love you too babe."
Santana hit the end button on her phone and once again shifted Rosie in her arms again before walking back and sitting next to Puck on the couch.
"So I went through their family history and they have no one. All their grandparents are dead. If I did my math right then they all died before Paisley was born so that meant Brayden must have known them. There are no aunts or uncles or cousins since their mom and dad were both an only child. It also said on their record that they moved around a lot so I'm guessing their mom had no close friends that would be willing to take them in."
"So does that mean I can take them home tonight with me?" Santana asked Mallory.
The older women nodded. "That is correct. While you were on the phone I pulled out the papers you need to sign. It just says that you are responsible for them while they are in your care."
"How long will I have them for?"
"Are you thinking about just wanting them to stay at your house over night or are we talking about adoption?" Mallory asked, crossing her legs over one another.
"Can we give it a week? I want to see how my wife feels about adopting all three of them."
"We can certainly do that. But once again, you just need to sign the papers." Santana grabbed the pen from Mallory and signed where it was needed.
"Puck, am I allowed to take anything from their rooms or do they need to stay here?"
"No, everything we need leading to the mother's death was in her room. Unless you come across any skeptical things, then you call me."
"Okay." Santana smiled and carefully stood up, still holding Rosie in her arms.
"If everything is settled here then I think I'm going to leave." Puck said as he stood up and shook Mallory's hand. "San, you call me if you need anything and I mean anything."
"Thanks Puck." Puck pressed his lips to Santana's cheek before walking out of the trailer. There were still cops walking in and out of the house but Santana knew they were just removing all the drugs from the room and doing all the legal business.
"Mallory, would you mind holding Rosie while I got some of their stuff together?"
"Sure."
"Alright, I will be right back."
As Santana was walking out of the room, she head Paisley start to stir.
"Santwana?"
"I'm right here baby girl."
"Are you gonna leave us?" The little girl asked with a big yawn.
"No sweetie. Do you want to stay with me and my wife tonight?"
"Can Brady and Rosie come too?"
"Of course they can little bee."
"Okay." Paisley let out another yawn and falling back to sleep. Santana stood back up and looked at Mallory who had a smile on her face.
"You're good with them. I know we just met and everything but I think it won't be necessary for me to follow you back to your place. You don't look like someone who would kidnap these children or harm them but I will be stopping by tomorrow morning and giving you phone calls throughout the week. Also here is my card if you need anything."
Santana grabbed the card before quickly putting a bunch of clothes and toys together for Brayden before moving on to the girls. She looked through all of Paisley's clothes and noticed how few there was. She packed all of them and a few books and a blanket before moving on to Rosie's stuff.
Santana packed all of the diapers she could find as well as baby powder, a pacifier, the can of formula and all the bottles she could find. She packed all the outfits she could grab and a blanket and teddy bear that was lying in the broken crib. If it even was a crib.
Walking back out into the living room she noticed that Rosie was awake again and was searching the room for something. When the baby's eyes landed on Santana she let out a scream and reached out her arms from the older women.
"It looks like you have everything under control so I will leave you with the children. Have a great night Santana and call me if you need anything."
"Thank you, you have a good night also. I will see you tomorrow." Santana turned around and noticed that there was one police officer left.
"Hey Dan, do you mind watching these kids while I get their car seats from the car and put them in mine?"
"Sure, no problem Santana."
Santana knew previously that the car was unlocked because when she first arrived the cops were searching the car. As she opened the back door of the car she was hit with the smell of smoke and pot. 'Poor kids' Santana thought as she unstrapped Paisley's booster seat and Rosie's carrier.
Since they were both heavy, Santana struggled getting them into the back of her Range Rover but she managed. She walked back into the house and saw that Brayden had woken up and was softly talking to the cop.
"Thanks Dan, you can go now." The cop nodded and handed Santana Rosie before saying by the Brayden and going home.
"Santana?"
"Yeah bud?"
"Are we staying with you tonight?"
Santana nodded and saw a big smile on the boys face. "Thank you." He said as he buried his head in Santana's body.
"Can you carry Rosie while I grab your sister." Brayden nodded and did as he was told. She shut all the lights off before grabbing Paisley and walking to the car.
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I have the next chapter written and I'm working on the fourth so the third chapter will be out soon!