Chapter 12

"Britt?" Santana called as quietly as she could. She shivered slightly as she crept down the stairs in her tiny sleep shorts and crop top. "Brittany if you jump out and scare me I will one hundred percent divorce you."

She reached the bottom of the stairs, cautiously looking around. It was nearly three in the morning, and Brittany hadn't come to bed yet.

"Brittany Lopez" she said with a smirk, fairly confident that she wasn't going to get scared. Brittany never let the suspense build up like this. She would have jumped out a long time ago if that was her plan. She walked slowly to the kitchen, making sure Brittany wasn't there before she headed to the living room. She stopped just before the stairs, looking down at Brittany with a tilted head. Brittany was sitting on the couch cross-legged, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders and headphones on. She crouched down, picking a pillow from the other end of the couch and threw it at Brittany's head.

Brittany screamed, jumping off the couch and turning around. Santana crossed her arms.

"Santana, you scared me half to death."

"What kind of murderer or robber would throw a pillow at you Britt?"

Brittany shrugged, taking off the headphones, which were already half hanging from her head.

"Why would you throw a pillow at me?"

"Because you're too sweet and adorable for me to shout at or properly hit."

Brittany almost smiled, but feeling her amusement at how awesome Santana was, was too overwhelming, and the tears she had been holding in for almost an hour finally broke free. Santana dropped her hands and rushed to Brittany's side, pulling her into her chest as she sobbed.

"Brittany….hey shh baby what happened?" she cradled Brittany's head, kissing it over and over and trying to calm her down. Finally after a couple of minutes, Brittany calmed down enough for Santana to understand what she was saying.

"I can't lose you Santana." Brittany choked.

"Baby…what? You're not going to lose me, why would you think that?"

"Because…we never know what could happen. You could get into a car accident, or kidnapped or killed"

"Brittany…."

"It doesn't even have to be that bad….you could fall in love with-"

"Stop" Santana said forcefully, pulling Brittany's head off her chest to look into her eyes. "Brittany seriously? I could never, ever fall in love with someone else, and you know that." Brittany broke eye contact, nodding slowly. "B, please tell me what is going on."

Brittany sat up, wiping away her tears, and pointed at the tv. Santana noticed for the first time since walking in that something was playing on the screen. She frowned. "What are you watching?" Brittany sniffed, tears springing back to her eyes as she looked at the screen. "Are you…is this the fox and the hound?"

Brittany choked, nodding her head. Santana's worried expression dropped instantly. She turned to Brittany with an incredulous look, trying to keep herself from getting angry.

"Are you really crying because of the fox and the hound Brittany?"

"They were best friends Santana….and then the world just…the world couldn't accept that, and they had to become enemies. They just wanted to love each other." Santana rolled her eyes.

"Okay, it's way too late for this" she said standing up. "Come to bed soon, Jesús will be up in three-ish hours." Brittany looked up at her, still crying. "Make sure you take a pain killer before you go to sleep."

"Okay" Brittany sniffed, sobbing dramatically. Santana shook her head and walked out of the room.

"I love you, crazy woman."

***

The next morning, when Jesús woke her up at six thirty, Santana knew she had been right about Brittany. She was curled up in the fetal position, eyes scrunched up tight. Santana got up and picked Jesús before he became loud enough to wake Brittany, and walked out.

"Buddy…how did you sleep?" she asked Jesús when they were downstairs.

"Good. Really good. I had a dream that I was a dinosaur."

"Wow…a dinosaur? That's so cool mijo. What colour were you?"

Jesús frowned, looking up as he thought. "I can't remember, but I was married."

Santana stopped walking just as she entered the kitchen. "You were…"

"Married."

"What?"

"Yeah."

She frowned, dropping Jesús into his high chair by the kitchen island. "Who were you married to?"

"Another dinosaur" Jesús said shrugging. "And then there was one who could breathe fire, but he wasn't a dragon. He couldn't fly. He was red. I remember because-"

"Wait, mi amor. What do you mean you were married?"

"Like you and mama. You and mama are married right?"

Santana frowned deeper. "…Yes"

"Yeah."

"What does it mean to be married?"

"It means you live together and sleep in the same bed, and you cook for her, and she makes you laugh, and she likes it when you sing for her and you like it when she dances …she's your favourite, and you love each other the mostest. More than Tia and uncle Noah." Santana laughed. "Am I right?"

"Absolutely bud. You're right."

After that Jesús continued to tell her the rest of his dream, though she was sure he had started making things up on the spot at some point, because this dream was both abnormally long and very detailed. She made herself a cup of coffee, knowing she would definitely need it today, and settled in to listen to him. Two hours later Kyler woke up, and Santana decided it was time to make breakfast. The boys pulled out their step stools and helped her as she made scrambled eggs and toast for them, and pancakes for Brittany. They listened to loud music, though not on full blast as they usually did, ate their breakfast as messily as they could, and then went to get changed.

Santana called the office, letting them know she wouldn't be coming in today, and for the first time in a month thought of Quinn and Puck. Her day would be significantly easier if she could call them to help her out with Kyler and Jesús, but she couldn't. She just wasn't ready. By now she knew that she was definitely projecting, but she didn't care. She liked the little bubble she had created with just her, Brittany and their sons. She felt in control and like she could breathe, and she wasn't willing to give that up just yet. Especially not if she had to begin by having a tough conversation with her best friend about her possibly discriminatory behaviours. She sighed, letting Kyler pull her outside to their backyard.

At eleven, she left the boys playing in the living room so she could take Brittany her breakfast. In the kitchen she took out a tray, placing the plate of pancakes that she had drowned in syrup over an hour ago, a cup of hot chocolate, which really she should call chilled chocolate since she had kept it in the fridge when she made her coffee, whipped cream and a hot water bottle. She looked the tray over, confirming everything was there, and headed upstairs.

The sight she met when she opened her bedroom door pained her. Brittany was kneeling on the bed with her face buried in a pillow so her ass was up in the air, her arms wrapped around her stomach.

"Babe?" Santana said quietly. Brittany didn't look up immediately, but let out a long groan. "I brought you some breakfast."

"I don't want to eat."

"You always say that, but then you start eating and you feel a million times better." Brittany was silent. "Come on Britt…an empty stomach will only make it worse."

"I'm not a child Santana, so please stop treating me like one."

Santana didn't even flinch at Brittany's outburst. She had expected it.

"You're not a child…no, but you are my baby" she grinned, shaking the tray slightly to entice Brittany.

"I don't want to eat pancakes anyway, they'll make me nauseous." Brittany finally lifted her head, turning slowly. "Just give me the water bottle." Santana's heart broke even more at how tortured Brittany looked. There were heavy bags around her eyes making them look sunken, and the eyes themselves were bloodshot. Santana knew that meant Brittany had been crying. Her face was extremely pale, and the baby hair on her temples damp with sweat.

"They're drenched in maple syrup. All soggy and dripping" she tried not to make a face as she said it. "You'll love it."

Brittany lifted her head further to look at the plate, and Santana could see that she was hungry.

"Okay." She said finally. Santana nodded, placing the tray on the bed besides Brittany and waiting for her to turn over. The entire process was hard for her to watch. Brittany's muscles were tight as she moved, her breathing laboured as her face contorted with pain.

"Fuck" Brittany sighed when she had finally managed to turn and lay down on her back. Her hand pressed her lower stomach and she winced. "Fuck"

"I know baby. If you eat, you can take your pain killer and you'll be able to sleep again."

Brittany nodded, wordlessly taking the plate and beginning to eat.

******

When she was done with two pancakes, her mood had improved significantly, and Santana could tell. The colour even seemed to have returned slightly to her face.

"How are the boys?" Brittany asked, as she started on the third pancake.

"They're good. Playing in the living room right now. I'm going to make them a snack when I go back down."

"You should bake." Santana raised an eyebrow in question. "They've been wanting to bake for a couple of weeks now, and you have the time today since I know you took the day off, so you should do it."

"How do you know I took the day off?"

It was Brittany's turn to raise her eyebrow now. "The better question is" Brittany said, drinking from her cup, "How did you know that it was going to be this bad?"

"I'm your wife. I know things." Santana said mysteriously.

"That's not an answer" Brittany countered, taking one last sip before setting the cup down and moving the tray off her lap. Just as she was about to lay down with the water bottle on top of her, Santana grabbed her upper arm.

"Take these first." She handed Brittany two small pills, and then a glass of water. Brittany swallowed them diligently, and then lay down, sighing as she felt the heat of the hot water bottle on her lower abdomen.

"I don't have the energy to banter with you babe."

"You never really have mood swings when you're on your period, but whenever it gets like this you always cry like crazy the night before."

"Really? How did you notice that?" Brittany asked, closing her eyes.

"Like I said, I'm your wife, I know things about you."

"Well….thank you. Seriously, you saved me last night. If I hadn't taken that pain killer I would have thrown up from pain for sure."

"Why didn't you wake me B?"

"We've had this fight so many times Santana, but now my point is even stronger. We have kids now. There is nothing you can do to help me, so me waking you up so that you can watch me be in pain all night doesn't make any sense. Then you'll just be exhausted the next day and still have to take care of them, and I won't be able to help you."

Santana pouted, but knew she was right. Brittany usually had a pretty easy five day period, but occasionally she would be hit by intensely painful cramps, which made her moody and nauseous. Santana had freaked out the first couple of times, trying literally everything she could find that the internet suggested, and eventually they had found what worked. Well, nothing really worked, she had to just ride it out, but there were certain things that made the whole thing a lot easier, mostly by keeping Brittany in a good mood. A lot of it depended on food and timing.

"I've given you an anti-nausea so don't worry about throwing up." Santana said, as Brittany's breathing slowed down. "I'll be back in a bit with your snacks okay"

Brittany opened her eyes, locking them with Santana's.

"I love you" she said seriously. Santana smiled. Brittany lifted one hand weakly, wanting Santana to take it, which she did, then pulled her down slowly, and kissed her with as much strength as she could muster. "You are the greatest wife, best friend, human being in the world. I know I'm going to be a bitch today, so I wanted to tell you now."

Santana shrugged, kissing Brittany again. "I'm a bitch all of the time, so I think you get a pass every couple of years."

Brittany giggled, groaned, and then turned over, resuming her fetal position. Santana pursed her lips in sympathy, watching Brittany for a bit before leaving the room.

"Alright boys" she said, walking into the living room. "Who wants to go with mami to do some shopping?"

*****************

Santana was officially worried. She had done everything the way she usually did, and yet Brittany's pain wasn't going down. She had gone to the store to buy the random assortment of candy that Brittany only ate when she was having these bad period episodes, a slushy, two hotdogs completely covered in ketchup and mayonnaise, but nothing had worked. Brittany was still in the same fetal position she had been in in the morning, only moving to eat or drink or go to the bathroom. She'd even thrown up once, and it was making Santana panic. What if something was wrong? What if this wasn't cramps, what if Brittany was bleeding internally, or her pancreas had burst? It happened to Jesús, it could legitimately be happening to Brittany too. As soon as her sons were down for their nap, Santana headed upstairs to check on Brittany, now thoroughly convinced that they should go to the hospital.

"It hurts" Brittany whimpered as soon as Santana walked in the room.

"I know B. I wish I could stop it, but I can't even give you another pain killer for…" she looked at their alarm clock, "three hours."

Brittany whined loudly, curling deeper into herself. Santana couldn't take it. Usually she refrained from touching Brittany when she was like this, but she could not stand being so far away from her when she was in so much pain. She crawled into the bed, lay down on her side next to Brittany and as gently as possible, pulled Brittany into her. Brittany tensed up as she was being moved, but relaxed as Santana wrapped her arms around her, pressing her hand into Brittany's stomach while peppering her head with kisses.

She let out a long sigh as she felt Santana's warmth. Moving back further so that her back was pressed firmly into Santana's front, Brittany felt her muscles relax for the first time all day. Instead of pain, she focused on how good Santana felt against her, how her hand felt against her stomach, her breath against her ear, her breasts against her back. Her heartbeat picked up as Santana's fingers dipped slightly below the waist band of her shorts, but she tried to keep her breathing even.

Santana felt it. She felt the shudder Brittany gave when she kissed just below her ear, and she could feel how fast her heart was beating. It hadn't been her intention, but she had read about orgasms being a natural pain reliever….or something. She frowned slightly, before making up her mind. Slowly, she let her hand trail lower, brushing her fingers over Brittany's mound before pulling back up again.

Brittany held her breath when she felt Santana's hand just above her pussy. She couldn't really feel her pain anymore, all she could feel was the rapid beating of her heart, the pulsing of her clit and the arousal coursing through her body. When Santana moved her hand down again, she closed her eyes. She wanted her to touch her, but she didn't want her to know that. She figured Santana would probably think it was gross. She probably didn't even notice that she was doing it, because there really shouldn't be anything sexual about this situation.

Santana could tell Brittany was enjoying what she was doing. Her breathing was heavy, but what Santana really noticed was that all her muscles were relaxed, which meant she wasn't in pain. Inspired by this, she moved back, sitting up against the headboard, and then pulling Brittany practically on top of her. Brittany groaned as Santana dipped her hand back into her shorts, this time under the underwear.

"Santana…" she said, tilting back her head, which was resting on Santana's shoulder. "You don't have to."

"I want to."

Brittany reached down and grasped Santana's wrist, stilling her hand. "I'm serious. I know this is kind of gross so it's okay."

Santana tilted Brittany's head back further so that she could look at her properly.

"B, if you don't want me to, then I won't. You know I'm not comfortable with anything if you aren't, but if you do want me to, then I want to okay?"

Brittany bit her lip, squeezing Santana's wrist, then nodded shyly. "I want you to."

Santana nodded as well, leaning down to kiss Brittany's forehead as she lowered her hand further. She was instantly turned on by how wet Brittany was as she trailed one finger through her folds. Brittany moved her hand from Santana's wrist to just above her elbow, and held as tight as she could. She was so painfully horny all of a sudden, that she knew it wouldn't take much for her to cum.

Santana wasn't sure what she was doing. She and Brittany had never had sex when they were on their periods before, and she was pleased to find that she didn't feel disgusted by it, like she usually did when she thought of touching herself with all that blood. Maybe it was because Brittany was in pain and this was all that was helping, or maybe it was because Santana literally loved Brittany more than herself. Whatever it was, she was glad, but also extremely nervous. There was a lot more….wetness, than she was used to, so she couldn't exactly use that as a cue to what Brittany was enjoying, and then there was the fact that Brittany was extremely sensitive. All Santana was doing was running her finger lightly up and down, and Brittany was bucking up her hips and moaning like she was already fucking her. She lowered her mouth to Brittany's ear kissed it gently.

"How does it feel?"

"Really good Santana…."

Santana knew Brittany well enough to pick up on the hesitation in her voice. "What?"

"I need a little more…"

"Oh" Santana said, slightly embarrassed.

"Only if you want to. That feels really good too. You don't have to, in fact just forget about it-"

"Britt" Santana cut in. "I already told you I wanted to do this right?"

"Yeah"

"Then stop being so nervous about it. Let me do this for you."

"Okay" Brittany said, releasing a breath.

"Don't be scared to tell me what you want okay? Just like always. It's me."

"Okay" Brittany said, sounding more confident. "Are you sure?" she asked one more time.

Santana let her fingers trail up to Brittany's clit and circled it, pressing down gently. Brittany gasped, her grip tightening on Santana's arm.

"Fuck."

"I'm sure"

"Okay. Then I need more."

Santana moved her other hand to Brittany's chest under her shirt, and massaged her breasts. Brittany moaned loudly. Santana increased the pressure on Brittany's clit as she continued to rub circles around it.

"That feels really good babe."

"Good" Santana said, leaning down to kiss whatever section of Brittany's neck she could reach.

"Inside…please."

Santana was getting more turned on the longer she watched Brittany. She was fighting hard to keep her hips from humping Brittany's ass, so when Brittany asked, she couldn't help but comply eagerly. Maybe too eagerly, she realised, as Brittany let out a pained whimper, and shied away from Santana's fingers.

"Shit" Santana said, feeling horrible. She would have gotten off the bed if Brittany's wasn't lying on her.

"It's okay"

"Did I hurt you? Oh my god B, I'm so sorry…I lost myself…I didn't mean to do it that hard baby I'm so sorry."

"Santana, it's okay. I'm just really sensitive okay? So just…be gentle."

Santana nodded, settling herself back onto the headboard. "Are you sure you want me to be inside…I could just rub you off. I don't want to hurt you Britt."

Brittany's hand that wasn't holding Santana's arm, went to Santana's neck and pulled her head down roughly, so her mouth was at her ear.

"If you don't fuck me with your fingers right now, I'm going to do it myself."

Santana moaned, nodding her head furiously as her mouth went dry. Making sure she was in control of herself this time, she slowly slid her fingers into Brittany. They both moaned.

"Fuck you feel so good" Santana breathed, resuming her groping of Brittany's boobs. If she thought Brittany was wet before, she had no idea what to call this. She was soaking, and warm, and so, so tight. It felt like nothing she'd ever felt before, and for the first time in her life she wished she had a dick. She couldn't even imagine what it would feel like to be inside Brittany like that. She slid out slowly, spreading the wetness covering her finger over Brittany's clit, before entering her slowly again.

"Shit Santana…" Brittany moaned, turning her head and burying it in Santana's neck as her breathing became heavier. She was practically panting. "Don't stop."

Santana shook her head, unable to speak. Slowly, very slowly so she could stop at the slightest protest from Brittany, she added another finger.

"Holy shi…Fuck me" She pushed further back into Santana, grinding her ass into Santana's centre as she bucked up to meet her fingers. Santana moaned loudly. "I'm close….I'm really close."

Santana began kissing her head again, and while keeping up her thrusting, used her thumb to rub Brittany's clit.

"Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck fucking yes." Brittany husked into Santana's neck. Santana shivered as she felt Brittany's lips brush against her skin. She smirked at Brittany rambled moans.

"I love you" she whispered into hair, pressing particularly hard on her clit. Brittany lost it. She moaned loudly, her hips lifting off the bed in an attempt get Santana's fingers as deep as they would go, and cumming hard.

Santana held on to her as she shook with the force of her orgasm. She kissed her head and whispered loving words, her hand that was on Brittany's boob moving to rest on her stomach. Finally Brittany relaxed, slumping onto Santana fully and closing her eyes.

"Thank you" she said quietly, and Santana knew she was on the verge of sleep.

"You're welcome."

"I love you too"

Santana smiled, moving down so she was lying on the bed, and held Brittany as she fell asleep, feeling immensely proud of herself.

***

When Brittany woke up, she was still lying on top of Santana, still in an amazingly good mood, and still not feeling any pain. She smiled as she looked up and noticed that Santana had fallen asleep as well, and for a few minutes contented herself with watching her sleep. Santana had only gotten more beautiful with age. Her lips were fuller, but her face had thinned out a little, making her cheek bones more defined. Maybe it was because they had moved to California, but she was also slightly darker than when they were in high school, and she had stopped straightening her hair as much as she used to, so now it was almost always in long curls around her shoulders and down her back. Something that Brittany really appreciated. She had always loved Santana's hair. There were things though, that were still exactly the same. Her dimples still only showed when she was smiling really hard, her eyelashes were still long and incredibly sexy and there was still the little crinkle in her nose when she was being cheeky.

"No"

"Shhh be quiet. You'll wake them up."

"Shhh you're being louder than me."

"Callate"

"Mamá te dijo que no dijeras eso"

"Shhh Kyler. En serio"

Brittany sat up slowly, afraid that any sudden moves would bring back her cramps.

"Now look what you did you woke mama!" Jesús shouted, pushing Kyler, who was standing next to him.

"Don't shout" Kyler said angrily, pushing Jesús back. Santana woke up with a start, sitting upright and nearly head butting Brittany.

"Woah relax" Brittany told her. Santana looked directly at her two sons, who were about to get into a proper fight.

"Lo que está sucediendo"

"They're fighting about not waking us up" Brittany told her, gingerly getting out of bed.

"You woke mami" Kyler said with a heavy pout.

"If you hadn't been making so much noise they would still be sleeping" Jesús told him, moving to push him again. Brittany intercepted him and picked him up as Kyler burst into tears.

"Stop Jesús. Why are you always fighting?"

Santana got up and picked Kyler up as well. "Papi stop crying it's okay. I was about to wake up anyway."

"Really?"

"Yes. I promise okay?"

Kyler nodded.

"We wanted to know if we should start getting ready." Jesús said.

"For what?" Brittany asked him.

"For the concert."

"I don't have a concert today mijo."

"Not yours mami" Kyler laughed, "Uncle Noah's."

Brittany and Santana's eyes both opened in shock. They had completely forgotten that tonight was Puck's first real concert. They had promised to go months ago, using both their fame to entice as many ticket sales as possible. Santana had been tweeting and posting about it as often as she could, and so had Brittany, in the hopes that their fans would attend.

"Uncle Noah's concert…." Brittany said, trying to sound like she hadn't forgotten. "Of course. Yes. Uh…it's going to be very late guys."

"Yeah, but mama…" Jesús began immediately. "You told us…you said we could go."

"Right" Brittany said, looking at Santana. Both of them already knowing what was coming.

"You said, 'it's uncle Noah's big night, so we're going to stay there for as long as you two little rascals can stay awake.'"

"Yes, that is what mama said isn't it?" Santana said, laughing. Brittany narrowed her eyes at her.

"Well, we'll see okay? But I don't think any of us will be going."

Santana frowned this time. "What?" she quickly shook her head. "Babies, can we go get a snack? You're always hungry after a nap."

The boys were sufficiently distracted for the next twenty minutes, after which, they moved on to play outside.

"Are you going to tell me why you're not going to Puck's thing?" Santana asked, dropping onto the couch.

"Huh?" Brittany asked, turning away from the glass window through which she was watching her sons roll around in the grass.

"Brittany, we both know why I'm not going to go, thanks for not making me talk about that by the way." Brittany shrugged, walking towards Santana and dropping down next to her. "But why aren't you going?"

"Because I don't really like concerts anyway, and it would be really confusing for Puck if I went but didn't tell him why he hasn't seen us in a month."

Santana laughed. "Okay, and now the real reason?"

"Solidarity?"

"B?"

Brittany sighed. "I like this…the way we've been lately."

"What do you mean?"

"I know it's totally selfish, but I like having you all to myself. I like having Jesús and Kyler's undivided attention, and spending all of this time as a family. Don't get me wrong" Brittany said quickly, "I miss our best friends, but since we started a family we haven't ever really had…like us time. Lopez-Piece time you know? The boys basically think they have four parents, which is fine. I love that we have Puck and Quinn and that our sons love them so much and I'm obviously grateful for how much they he-"

"Babe…stop." Santana said, giggling. "I'm literally the reason we're living in this cocoon, so if anyone is selfish it's me. Listen B, I understand what you're saying, of course I understand." Brittany nodded. "This whole thing has made me realise that we've all maybe become a bit…co-dependent. Even once all this is sorted out, we're going to make sure we have Lopez-Pierce time okay?" Brittany nodded again. "That said, you have to go to Noah's thing."

"What? Why?"

"Because you'll feel really bad if you don't, and I'll feel like it's my fault, so I'll feel bad, and Noah is going to really freak out. Then we'll have high school Puckerman back on our hands, and I really don't want to deal with that." Brittany frowned, completely confused. "He doesn't do well with abandonment, and that's basically what we did. We abandoned him, for something he didn't even do."

"Santana…" Brittany tried, but Santana was already shaking her head.

"No, it's true. I did at least, and I'll deal with that later. But right now, he's just a little confused. No doubt he's talked to Quinn, so he knows something happened and that I'm pissed off, but if you don't go….he's going to think we're cutting him out."

Brittany sighed. "I don't really feel like going, but you're right. I should. Even if it's just for like…an hour or so."

"Yeah."

"The boys should stay though. I don't want them going to this."

"Yeah I agree. It'll mess up their sleeping schedule anyway."

Brittany groaned loudly, throwing her head back against the couch cushion. "This was so not on my list of things to do today."

"The price of being a good person" Santana said sympathetically. "I'd tell you to join me on the bitch express, but then you wouldn't be my Britt-Britt."

"I'd tell you to suck it up and call your best friend but then you wouldn't be my sanny boo"

"Don't call me that" Santana said, hitting Brittany with a pillow. Brittany laughed, jumping up off the couch.

"What you don't like it? How about Sanny bear?"

"Britt" Santana warned, standing up as well.

"Oooh,"Brittany looked around the living room, surveying her options, "Are you really going to try attack me Tan-Tan"

Santana lunged, narrowly missing Brittany who dodged her and ran for the backyard.

"You're gonna have to do better than that San"

"Keep taunting me Sue"

"Mami, what are you doing?"

"I'm catching mama" Santana told both her sons, who had just run up to her. "You want to help me?"

"Yes!" they both shouted.

***

Brittany had been at Puck's concert for almost two hours, so Santana, deciding that she was probably going to stay for the whole thing, continued with her night time routine. She made dinner, bathed Jesús and Kyler after they ate, and then spent close to another hour reading bedtime stories. Without Brittany to double team with, she ended up having to put the boys to bed one at a time, since they needed different things. Kyler liked to be held and rocked, usually while either Santana sang to him or Brittany told him made up stories, so she did that first. When he was asleep, she went to fetch Jesús, who had ran out of the room as soon as the stories were finished. She found him sitting on the floor in front of the tv, and shook her head.

"Time for bed handsome, you know that."

"You were with Ky, I thought I could watch a little more till he was done."

"He's asleep now, so it's your turn."

He nodded sleepily, standing and rubbing his eyes before running into her arms, his hair flowing messily. Santana lifted him on to her hip, and walked upstairs, opening the door to his room as quietly as she could and placing him in bed. Before he could even ask, she slipped in beside him. Jesús immediately cuddled into her side, burying his head in the crook of her neck. Santana smiled, wrapping her arms around him. She let one hand draw patterns up and down his back and tried to breathe as slowly as she could, knowing he would try to mimic her, and closed her eyes.

The next thing she knew, she was being woken up by a loud banging on the door. She jolted awake, forgetting where she was, and not even surprised when Jesús woke up seconds after she did.

"Mami" he said, his voice still thick with sleep. She knew a tantrum was underway, so she quickly scooped him up and walked out of the room, in no way prepared to deal with two cranky toddlers.

"Go back to sleep mi amor, sorry I woke you."

Jesús groaned a few times, rubbing his face furiously against Santana's chest before lying limp. Santana looked down, startled by how fast he had fallen asleep. Waiting a few seconds to make sure he wasn't going to wake up, Santana sighed in relief and walked to the door.

As soon as the door was open, Jesús was awake again, crying, as Jade let out a loud, "Finally woman!"

Santana frowned, cradling Jesús tighter against her as his cries increased in volume.

"Jade? What the hell are you doing here? Do you know what time it is? Come to my house banging on the fucking door like you're the police. I should seriously go all Lima heights-"

"Santana will you shut up?!"

Santana's eyes widened, her pause making her notice for the first time that Jade was in pajamas and crying.

"Puck's been shot."