Chapter 6: Workin for her love

Sorry for the long wait.

Kurt's POV

"I'm sorry, you're going to what?" I look at her in shock.

"I want to ask Brittany to marry me again." She tells me.

"San, are you sure?" I asked my best friend.

"Duh Kurty." She smiles at me.

"I support you. Please be careful with Sam." I say in concern.

"I'm not scared of him. I could roll on his ass." She says harshly.

"Well, you've never been scared of anyone." I giggle.

"Right. Did you believe them?" She asks me.

"Believe who?" I asked in confusion.

"The cops, you know about them calling me a drug addict." She reminds me.

"No, those cops wanted to bring you down San. We all just wanted you to quit, but I've never thought that you were an addict." I tell her truthfully.

"Thanks Kurt." She holds my hand.

"Anytime." I smile.

…...

Santana's POV

I just got released from the hospital. I gave to go to therapy twice a week. I'm waiting for my mom to come home. This sucks bad man. I hear the door open and I look up to see my mom walking in with bags in her hand.

"Whats for dinner?" I asked her.

"Enchiladas." She smiles.

"Good. I've been craving for some." I tell her.

"So, are you and Britt on good terms?" She asks me sitting down across from me.

"Yeah. I just called her and told her that I wanted Clyde to spend time with me." I say.

"Good. I love my grandson." She sighs happily.

"I want Britt to marry me." I look over at my mother.

"Honey, are you sure you're ready for it?" She asks.

"Yes. I love her so much mom, and I don't want to let her go ever again." I tell her truthfully.

"I'll support you honey. I'm going to go start dinner." She stands up.

"Thanks mom." I smile.

"No problem." She walks into the kitchen and starts dinner. I turn on the TV and start to watch Faking It.

…

Brittany's POV

I storm into my room throwing my things down. Sam follows me and slams my door. I turn to glare at him.

"Why can't you just get over it?!" I yell.

"She wants you back Brittany, I'm not going to get over that!" He yells back.

"She's the other mother of my son Sam, I can't just push her out of my life because you hate her." I spit.

"I don't care about that. I love you Britt." He says calmly.

"I know Sam, but I have to be there for her." I state.

"Britt, she's using you. Why can't you see that?" He asked me.

"Why would Santana use me? She loves me." I tell him sitting down on my bed.

"Britt I don't want to lose you." He sits down beside me.

"I understand that, but Santana and I have a son together." I remind him.

"I know I'm not keeping her from Clyde." He tells me.

"She'll kill you if you tried too." I look at him.

"She won't do anything." He hisses.

"Then don't try anything." I tell him standing up packing a bag for Clyde.

"Where's Clyde going?" He asked me.

"He wants to stay with Santana." I pack all of Clyde things.

"Britt, she can't move." He says.

"She can still take care of him!" I yell because of his attitude.

"I wanted to spend time with him." He tells me.

"Ask Santana." I pick up my keys.

"Fine." He walks out of my room. I follow right behind him and towards Santana's house. She's going to kill me.

….

Santana's POV

I stare at this idiot like he has grown two fucking heads. Is he for real? There's no way in hell he's hanging around my fucking son. They both wait on me to say something. My mom took Clyde to her room so he won't hear me cuss.

"Are you serious?!" I yell.

"Yeah I am." Sam crosses his arms. No way in hell.

"Hell no!" I scream.

"It's not like you can take care of him anyway." He smirks.

"Sam!" Brittany hits his shoulder.

"Okay, you can get fuck out of my house. You'll never get my son. I have a pistol waiting to smoke your ass." I grin when his face turns into fear.

"You don't have a pistol." He says.

"Oh I do." I pull out my gun from behind my pillow. I keep this just in case.

"Woah!" He steps back.

"Now get the fuck out of my house!" I scream.

"You coming Britt?" Sam asked Brittany.

"I'll meet up with you later." She tells him. I grin.

"Fine." He rolls his eyes and leaves.

"So, why'd you stay?" I asked her.

"I wanted to see if you were okay." She says.

"I'm a Lopez, I'm always okay. Come here and sit down on my lap." I reach out for her. She walks over to me and I pull her down onto my lap. I hold her.

"You feeling okay?" She asks me.

"When you're here with me." I play with the hem of her shirt.

"I hate cause you're hurt." Her bottom lip trembles.

"Hey, I'll be okay baby." I kiss her tears away.

"This is my fault." She cries.

"Hey, no it's not baby. It's not like you planned this." I kiss her neck.

"I should've said yes to you." She sniffs.

"Britt, just because you said no to me, doesn't mean that you caused this." I tell her truthfully.

"I missed you San. I hate that I kept Clyde away from you." Brittany strokes my cheek.

"Hey, to be honest I didn't want my son to see me locked up." I smile at her.

"After everything that I've done to you, why do you still love me?" She asked seriously. Wow that's a good question.

"Because you're my everything. I'm not letting you go again. I'm working for your love Britt. I love you so much and I hate being like this. I'll do anything for you baby." I tell her.

"Come here." She kisses me on the lips. I kiss back sticking my tongue into her mouth. We both moan at the contact. I pull away with a goofy grin.

"I love you." I bury my face into her neck.

"I love you too." She tells me.

"Do you love me enough to marry me?" I asked pulling out the ring I proposed to her with.

"San I…."

Cliffhanger! I know I'm mean. Will Britt say yes? Which story next? Sweet lady kisses.