Summary: Brittany's a single mom with a six year-old son who can't stand any of his mommy's boyfriends and girlfriends. Now that she's dating "mommy stealing" Santana, he's determined to drive her away but Santana has other ideas.

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"How can she be your mommy if she has blue eyes and blonde hair?" Some girl had asked loudly at school, pointing at the tall woman who had arrived to pick him up from kindergarten. "Your mommy has eyes like a cat. Are you both cats?"

It made him mad that people always asked his mommy if he was her son and he knew it hurt her because of the way she'd stop smiling and that familiar sparkle would disappear from her blue eyes whenever she heard it, even though she made jokes when they said that stuff.

What kind of question was that? Maybe they looked way different but his Mommy had shown him all of the million pictures of her with a big smile, holding her round belly when she was pregnant with him.

Then there were the ones of her holding a little blond, curly-haired and dimpled baby in her arms with big black eyes that Mommy said was him. He couldn't believe he had ever been that small or that blond. There were all of the other videos of her dancing with him when he was a toddler.

His mommy never stopped dancing. She was the only one who could calm him down when he was upset about anything, she never got mad at him even when he was really bad and she was his best friend. There was no doubt that Brittany S. Pierce was his Mommy.

The boy with golden skin watched warily from the swing set, narrowing his dark brown eyes as his mom wrapped her arms around another woman who had long, dark hair that was almost black.

The woman was wearing a cool looking black leather jacket and black jeans, in contrast to his Mommy's bright pink sundress. He didn't recognize this stranger even though there was something oddly familiar about her voice that he couldn't figure out.

The two adults continued to talk excitedly and Val pouted, noticing the way his mommy's face lit up when she was looking at the stranger, allowing the dark-haired woman to put her hands all over her shoulders then her waist as she giggled. They were hugging for way too long, in his opinion. He got a bad feeling.

Uh oh. He knew that look on his mom's face and that giggle. It spelled danger. It was the look that meant she was going to tell him she was in love. Again.

He also knew that lovestruck expression on the stranger's face. The worst part of it was that he had never seen her so happy around someone before. Love was so annoying. It just meant he had to protect his Mommy from even more bad people.

The boy hated this "in love" thing because it always meant that Mommy would go out on dates all the time and he would be spending more time at Grandma Whitney's house.

He loved Grandma and Grandpa but he hated the thought of his mommy being alone with those monsters while he wasn't there to protect her. His mommy was a really pretty lady and he knew it. The bad thing was that other people knew it too.

In fact, she was the most beautiful, innocent, perfect being on the planet as far as he was concerned and it was up to Valentino to protect her because no one else would. Everyone seemed to want to steal his mommy away from him! He understood why they wanted her but they needed to go away forever and just leave them alone.

His mom's boyfriends always left eventually, either because he threw so many tantrums that they got fed up with him and stormed out or Lord Tubbington put too many mice in their shoes (Val thought it was hilarious when their cat did this and kept rewarding the fat tabby whenever he created trouble) or for other reasons he didn't know of.

Everytime that happened, he would hear Mommy crying alone in her bedroom even though she closed the door so he couldn't see her then he'd feel kind of guilty. He never wanted his angelic mommy to cry again. He'd try extra hard to be a good boy after those incidents.

Val had been through a bunch of pretend dads in the six years of his life that he couldn't stand, a few pretend moms (thankfully each of them didn't last long) and now it looked like he might be getting another pretend mom…

"Tino, Sweetie, come over here please. There's someone I want you to meet!"

He reluctantly dragged his feet over, forcing the scariest scowl he could come up with onto his face as he hoped to drive the newcomer away. The last thing he wanted was to have to share Mommy's attention with someone else again.

"This is Santana, Baby Kitten," His mommy smiled at him, running her hand through his wavy brown hair affectionately and using her familiar nickname for him. "She's an… old friend. Santana, this is my son, Valentino."

Santana's eyes met his and she looked completely startled. She watched him nervously as he continued to glare at her as threateningly as he could, wrapping his little arms around Brittany's waist tightly.

Sometimes if the boy was mean enough to them, the mommy stealers in the past would be too scared and never come back again. He hoped this tactic would work on this treacherous Santana too, even though she looked fiercer than the others.

He growled and Brittany giggled, pulling him into a sideways hug for a moment.

"He's my little protector."

"V-Valentino? Hi, um nice to meet you, Kiddo," Santana said awkwardly, running a hand through her black hair. Val didn't understand the way the stranger kept staring at him, as if she was seeing a ghost. He pouted, furrowing his brows and she looked taken aback. "Whoa! He looks just so much like… What I mean is, he's incredibly beautiful, Britt."

Santana looked like she wanted to say a lot more to his mommy but didn't. Val smirked, proud of the way his glaring at Santana seemed to be working because she did seem very scared.

Then to his surprise, she put her hands on her hips and stared him down, in a way that struck fear in him in a way that had never happened to him before, rolling her neck like a cobra just like he himself always did. He gulped, taking a step back.

"Everyone always says that," Brittany giggled, her eyelashes fluttering in a familiar dance Val knew too well, although she was really laying it on thick this time for this Santana. "He's a little devil. His personality reminds me of… someone."

"Who?"

"Oh nevermind. I'm just being silly."

She trailed off, looking away as Santana watched her curiously. Val narrowed his eyes, watching the exchange.

"I look like my Mami, right Mommy?" Val piped up. "That's what Mommy always says."

This made the adults fall silent and Santana's face went white.

Val had seen his Grandpa Pierce faint once and that was what he thought was about to happen to Santana. She sure was a weird one. His Mommy was unusually silent as well.

Sometimes his mommy was silly and weird too. Okay, most of the time. She said lots of strange things that made no sense to him but he didn't mind because she was so pretty and perfect.

His mommy always used to tell him about his Mami. She told him he was so much like her in personality but unfortunately grown up things happened and his Mami couldn't stay with them.

She always said she wished Mami would come back one day. Then a few months ago, his mommy got really sad and she hadn't talked about Mami for a really long time.

Sometimes he would mention her and her sky blue eyes became watery as if she was in pain. She told him she couldn't talk about Mami anymore because she missed her too much and it hurt. Val didn't want to ever make her cry so he tried not to ever mention her. He felt guilty for talking about Mami because Mommy looked like she was going to cry again.

"I'll be right over there by the benches, Tiger Cub." Brittany leaned down and kissed his cheek before walking away with the evil mommy stealer much to his irritation. He puffed out his cheeks and she just stroked his hair again. He pretended to play in the sandbox not far away but he was really listening in on the adults.

That devil lady had the nerve to put her arm around Mommy's shoulders again as the blonde rested her head on her shoulder. All he heard were some muffled fragments of what they were saying. It all got very emotional and Val was confused when his mom kept glancing in his direction worriedly.

"My middle name's Valentina. Dark hair, dimples…his smile and pout, his chin, his cheeks, his entire face… Brittany, I can't ignore it anymore. Is he… ?"

"Santana, please, I can't do this… We shouldn't talk about this here."

"Britt… just tell me you never stopped loving me."

Val was completely stunned when the two of them kissed and even dropped the toy car he was holding. They actually kissed on the lips the way it happened in movies! Why would anyone want to do that?

He didn't have any idea what they were talking about or why his mommy got so upset, yet she was kissing that woman and holding her tight in her arms. How dare that Santana kiss his precious mommy and on the lips too! He had to get to the bottom of this.