"Why were you kissing my mommy?!" Val demanded, marching up to Santana and glaring at her ferociously with his little hands on his hips. Santana sputtered in indignation, her black eyes growing wide. She clearly wasn't expecting him to confront her so aggressively.
"Whoa, you saw that?" The Devil Lady seemed to be caught off-guard for a moment and then she faced him in a pose that was strangely almost identical to his. Val flinched, even though he was trying to be tough because this woman was pretty scary in a way that almost made him want to back down. He had never been scared of any adult before, so this was a first and he didn't understand why she had this effect on him. "I- I mean, look, Val, your mommy and I… adults, we sometimes…"
"What did you do to my mommy?!" He yelled, kicking her leg in a fit of anger. Santana's eyes flashed again and her jaw dropped in disbelief. She yelped and hobbled around on one leg.
"Fuck! I mean, sorry, goddamn it! This guy is strong!"
"Mommy, she said the F-word!"
"Valentino!" Mommy gasped, sounding surprised and a little disappointed. His mommy never usually raised her voice at him. Santana was not amused and when she turned to face him, he swallowed hard.
"Hey, hey, behave, Little Boy. You're a feisty one… I should have known that since you're my- I mean, I should have expected that. Listen here, you're cute and all but don't ever try that again."
"Says who?"
"Says me."
Santana's tone of voice was deep and deadly as she stared at him with a look that meant business while Mommy winced but didn't disagree with Santana. The dark-haired woman squared her shoulders and popped her neck. She was really tough... well, almost as tough as he was, probably but it was kind of scary. Valentino looked from one to the other then burst into tears, knowing that he did something wrong and they weren't happy with him. He was so upset and didn't know how to control his feelings. Mommy's face softened and she kneeled in front of him, getting down to his level.
"Shh, don't worry, V," His mommy cooed when Val was reduced to hiccuping sobs, not liking this turn of events at all. She was all tender, cat-like eyes and cool, soft skin that felt soothing against his. She pulled him into her arms and lifted him up like she always did, quite easily. "I know it's a lot to take in and you're upset but Santana doesn't want to hurt me, Sweetie, I promise. I think we should go home. Can you say sorry to her? Pretty please?"
"S-sorry." He managed to get out in between sobs, rubbing his eyes and hiding his face in his mommy's shoulder because he couldn't face Santana. It was kind of embarrassing because he was supposed to be a big boy but he couldn't help it. He could never help crying when he got frustrated for any reason.
"It's okay, don't cry." Santana's voice softened and Val allowed her to rub his head gently, even though he had never allowed anyone other than his Mommy, grandparents and Auntie Stacy to do that. He hadn't expected her to be so nice for once, especially after the way she had scolded him.
"Aw, he just gets so caught up in his emotions sometimes… just like someone I know." Mommy chuckled, rocking him in her arms. Santana stiffened up, raising an eyebrow.
"I- is that so?" She stammered, sounding nervous again and a little guilty. Valentino was confused, not understanding anything they were saying. Adults were so weird sometimes.
Mommy put him down but the six year-old held her hand tightly the whole time as she walked him out into the car park with Santana beside the blonde, her arm around the woman's waist even though Val tried to glare at her to make her stop that. She stuck out her tongue at him when she noticed his expression and he did the same thing back to her. Of course, Mommy didn't even notice. His excitement grew when he saw the coolest car ever and he shrieked.
"Wow! That's your car?!" He shouted, awestruck and Santana arched an eyebrow, nodding at him. He couldn't deny that she was kind of cool for having that but then he remembered that she was the enemy, so he wasn't supposed to think that.
"Mm, yeah. Cool, huh?" Santana smirked smugly and Mommy giggled, telling her how amazing her car was. Santana stood a little straighter, her chest puffed out as Mommy complimented her and Val pouted at that.
They got into that fancy red car and his Mommy made sure he was buckled into a booster seat. Val noticed that Mommy wasn't acting quite like herself, still wiping tears from her eyes but smiling the whole time. The boy glared at Santana, who was driving. Come to think of it, that woman looked pretty happy with herself and that made Val even more upset. The questions came pouring out of him, before he could help it.
"Why is she still here?! Where are we going? Mommy, what's happening?!"
Val pouted heavily as Santana's jaw dropped at his outburst.
"Shh, Kitten, Santana is going to come stay with us for tonight. It'll be okay. We'll watch movies and have snacks like we always do."
"B-but Mommy, that's supposed to be for me and you only! She's- she's the enemy!"
He couldn't believe this lady was just going to steal his mom away from him just like that. Movie nights were supposed to be their special thing that was just for the two of them. This was the worst!
He gasped, realizing how fast the lady was driving. It was kinda cool, he had to admit. His Mommy never drove. He could only remember her driving him somewhere twice and both times it had made him dizzy because she just drove in circles then usually got lost. Santana's way of driving was totally different but he couldn't say he wasn't impressed. He had always wanted to drive like that.
"We're going so fast!"
"Yep, we are, Little Guy." Santana sounded proud when she responded to him. He found it pretty funny and giggled when Santana got mad at some other drivers and even yelled out the window at them. Mommy joined in with his giggling, shouting "Santana!" in amusement when she did that. Val found the whole thing really fun and it was even kind of… badass of her. None of his Mommy's other boyfriends or girlfriends would ever have the guts to do that.
Then he remembered that he was supposed to be mad at the Devil Lady and his smile dropped as he fell quiet, scowling. She was coming into his territory and stealing his mommy.
Mommy sensed that he was sad, just like she always seemed to without him saying anything more and leaned over to cup his cheek, wiping his eyes with a tissue.
"Aw, Baby Kitten, what happened? Please don't cry. I promise, everything will be okay."
Valentino was silent for a few minutes before he started crying again. He pretty much threw a tantrum the entire time, actually, glaring in Santana's direction. By the time they got back to their house, Santana looked horrified, her hair seemingly standing on end and her black eyes wide when they finally arrived but she didn't back down or stay away from the blonde, no matter how bad Valentino's meltdown became. He threw himself on the floor and pounded his fists.
"Santana, I'll be right back. C'mon, Kitten."
His mommy looked over at Santana apologetically, pulling him aside into his room and speaking to him quietly in her calm voice as he screamed.
"Cuppycake, are you not feeling good? Please don't do this anymore. You're making Mommy sad. I don't like to see you crying. Show me those cute dimples again."
Now he felt totally guilty and quieted down as she kept him anchored with her soft blue eyes. He tried to smile for her and couldn't resist curving his lips upward when she tickled him, making one of her funny faces. When all else failed, she meowed at him as part of one of their usual silly games and he meowed back, then they both started to laugh.
"Sorry, Mommy. I didn't mean to."
"Dimples again! It's okay to get sad sometimes but what's really wrong, Kitten? Why are you feeling so upset today and being mean? That's not like you."
Val couldn't help but let everything spill out.
"It's supposed to be just me and you and now Santana is trying to steal you away! She's just going to hurt you!"
"Is that what's bothering you? No, Sweetie, it's not like that. Don't you worry about that. No one could ever steal me away from you. You don't need to worry about protecting Mommy so much, okay? Let me protect you."
Val eventually nodded and Mommy kissed all over his cheeks, making him giggle as she rubbed his back. She always knew how to calm him down and within a few seconds he felt much happier again. When they walked back into the living room holding hands, he saw Santana looking around at all of the furniture as if she was surprised by it all. The fat tabby cat in the corner swished his tail, his eyes narrowed when he saw the dark-haired woman. Santana walked over to let him sniff her hand.
"I see the fat guy's the same as ever. Killed any mice lately?"
"Oh San, don't say that. He's been trying to get over his addiction." Mommy giggled. Val gasped, his eyes going big and he rounded on Santana who jumped back in surprise.
"You know Tubbs?!"
"Oh yeah. We go way back, him and I. Looks like he gained even more weight but he still can't stand me. I guess some things never change."
Val felt his jealousy take over again as Santana sat down on the couch with Mommy beside her, resting her head on the shorter woman's shoulder and looking at the black-haired woman with a lovestruck expression. He marched up to them, standing right in front of her to block her view of the TV and stared Santana down with the most menacing expression he could come up with. To his surprise, she didn't give in and stared back at him.
"Oh we're doing a staring contest, huh?"
"You're not staying here! Me and Tubbs won't let you!"
"Ha. Wanna bet?"
He didn't know what to say to that and couldn't believe she stuck out her tongue at him again.
"I'm telling on you! Mommy, she's being mean!"
"Come on, you two. No fighting. You're like fighting cats." Mommy laughed as she picked him up and sat him beside her on the other side of the couch, kissing his cheek again and wrapping her other arm around him. She softly sang "Stop the violence" in a way that made both him and Santana, for some reason, laugh. He puffed out his cheeks, frustrated that he couldn't seem to stop her from being all lovey dovey with Santana no matter what he did as Mommy only cuddled closer to that woman. She had no business laughing at Mommy's joke! Or cuddling with her! This was a great offense.
"Why do you know stop the violence?" He demanded. That was his Mommy's joke; she always sang that to him whenever he was in an angry mood and it never failed to make both of them start giggling.
"Huh?" Santana sputtered for a long while and couldn't seem to find an answer.
Val blinked up at Santana, noticing something odd the more he stared at her. She had the same eyes as his that were almost black in colour and they were shaped like his too. He had never seen anyone else besides him with those eyes. She also had two dimples just like his on her cheeks and those lines by her eyes and nose when she smiled that Mommy always loved so much on him.
"Mommy, why does she look so much like me?" He piped up, sitting up on the couch and staring at the dark-haired woman.
Santana nearly choked on the coffee drink she was sipping when he asked that. Both her and Mommy's eyes went wide and they just looked at each other. They didn't answer him for a really long time and he couldn't understand why they both started to panic. What was the big deal?
"Who wants ice cream?" Mommy asked and Valentino completely forgot about his question.
"Me! Me! I want chocolate!" He shouted. Mommy chuckled at his reaction.
"Uh, okay. Sure, Britt. Not too much for me, though."
"You're on a diet again?" Mommy smirked, rolling her eyes at the other woman. "That's so you. You can share mine with me."
Val smiled when she kissed his cheek but was outraged when she kissed Santana sweetly on her cheek as well before skipping away to the kitchen, singing some happy song she made up. He and the Enemy were left alone, sitting on either side of the couch. Santana seemed terrified of him, especially when he started asking lots of questions again.