A/N: As promised, a short sequel to BTAA. This is my first sequel so we'll see how it goes.

Santana woke up alone. Almost six weeks of this and she still wasn't used to it. She checked the time and realized she had woken up three minutes before her alarm. She yawned and turned it off before getting up. Santana went to her son's room to check up on him and found that Xander was sound asleep. At three years old, he was a handful. He was so curious about everything and had gotten to that stage where he constantly asked questions.

Knowing that her son was still asleep, Santana went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. By the time she finished, she heard her son calling.

"Mami! Mami!"

Santana rinsed her mouth and went to her son's room. "Hi baby."

"Mami! I'm up. Up, up , up," the little boy chanted as he jumped on the bed annoying Lord Tubbington who laid on the corner. The cat had lost weight these past few weeks but he was still fat and still her son's constant companion.

"I see that," Santana said with a laugh, "How did you sleep, little man?"

"Good," Xander let himself fall on the bed to a sitting position, "Is Momma Brinny here?"

Santana felt her heart clench at the hopefulness in her son's voice. "No sweetie, she's not here. Remember when we talked about this? That Momma Brinny went away?"

Xander sighed, his blue eyes dimming a bit. "Yeah," he pouted, "I 'memba."

Every time her son pouted, she was reminded of Brittany. He had picked up that pout from her and was even learning how to use it to get what he wanted. Santana put on a big smile for her son. "Come on. No more pouting, OK? Let's get some breakfast before we get you ready for daycare."

"O'meal!"

"Oatmeal it is." Santana scooped up her son in her arms and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Santana was lucky her son loved going to daycare, which was also a school, and was eager to learn. He always got so excited about learning new things, which made Santana proud. The daycare was one of the best in the state and made it a priority to focus on education instead of just having the kids play games all day. Sam, who still worked as a child psychologist, had recommended the school. Puck and Sugar's daughter, Sabrina, had gone there and she was now the top student in her first grade class. Breakfast had gone smoothly and they were ready to go.

"Ready, little man?" Santana held the door open and watched her son walk to her.

"Les go!"

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After dropping off her son, Santana headed to the University. As she walked the campus she couldn't believe how much she still loved this place. She had loved her time here as a student and loved her time here as one of the faculty.

Brittany had once asked her if she saw herself super old and still teaching. Santana had said yes without hesitation.

Santana missed her wife but she would not allow herself to dwell in that feeling. Not here at work. She walked into her building and on to her office with confidence.

Her new assistant, Tony, gave her the rundown for the day. It was another day of paperwork and meetings. She went to her desk and began her day.

Santana was getting tired of all this paperwork. She missed teaching. She missed the literary world. Almost a year ago, Figgins had finally announced his retirement and Santana had been selected to be the acting dean of ULA until Figgins officially retired.

This was a sort of training and trial run session for her and she was doing an amazing job, according to the board. She still remembered the day she found out like it was yesterday. Brittany had thrown her a big surprise party despite the fact it wasn't an official promotion. She smiled at the memory.

It had always been her dream to run this school, and now that her dream had come true, it wasn't exactly what she expected. She did have to give up teaching full time. She always jumped at the chance to teach a class or speak at a writing lecture when someone called out. She had always gotten such a thrill finding new and exciting writers, setting up a reading and interacting with artists. She missed that excitement.

But being the dean, or acting dean, of a major university wasn't such a bad thing. Santana did love it, just hated all the fucking paperwork that came along from running a school.

She went about her day, had lunch with Holly Holliday and even got to teach a class in the afternoon.

After work, she picked up her son and they headed to their favorite restaurant, Earth Cafe. Sugar and Puck opened it up last year and it had become the meeting place of all her friends. It was family friendly, had a patio, the staff was fantastic, just like the food. Sugar loved owning a restaurant because, according to her, it was like planning a party every day. Puck simply loved it because of all the food and the money it made them.

On this particular afternoon, she was meeting Quinn and her two year old daughter, Beth.

Quinn and Sam had gotten married almost year after Xander was born and had Beth soon after. Quinn told everyone she got pregnant on the honeymoon, but Santana knew that was bullshit. No one cared about that detail except Quinn.

Quinn was still head of New Directions and had turned the once struggling studio into one of the top studios of independent films in the country.

Santana watched as Quinn came in to the cafe with Beth in her arms. To think a few years ago, Santana hated Quinn and now she was one of her best friends.

"About time!" Santana said as Quinn placed Beth in a booster seat next to Xander.

"Sorry, sorry." Quinn placed her daughter on the high chair next to Xander before taking a seat across Santana. "I couldn't find Beth's other shoe and Sam couldn't get the damn car seat to lock," Quinn took a deep breath, "It was a mess."

Santana greeted the little girl and so did Xander. Within seconds the two children were lost in a conversation that made no sense to anyone over 3.

"Amateurs," Santana gave her friend a smug smile. "Look at me! I have my little man here ready to go in minutes."

"Whatever Santana, " Quinn rolled her eyes, "I honestly don't know how you're doing with this whole single parent thing. Sam and I are a mess."

"The first few days were crazy," Santana said, "But it got better, not much, but a little."

"I keep telling you, I know someone who would make a great nanny." Quinn took a sip of the the glass of water in front of her. Santana had asked for the water the minute she arrived.

"I just need to get through this month and I'll be OK."

"Let me know if you change your mind," Quinn said, "Anyway, let's order. I'm starving."

As was usually the case these days, Quinn and Santana ended up talking about their children and Quinn trying to convince Santana to sell the rights to her last book, "Been There All Along". Santana hadn't written a book since. It had been over three years and she knew she needed to get started on another book.

Between running ULA and Xander, there was never any real time to just sit and write. Santana had so many ideas of what she wanted to explore with her writing. She kept a journal where she wrote ideas, outlines, character profiles and anything that came to mind. One day she'd have time again.

"Are you going to Puck and Sugar's party?" Quinn asked, finishing up her salad.

"Yeah," Santana said, "I'm not about to stay in that house all weekend. Besides, Xander loves parties."

"Pardy!" Xander giggled. "Mommy Brinny going a pardy?"

Santana sighed. "No honey, she won't be there."

"OK," Xander said sadly and turned his attention back to Beth who was inspecting a french fry like it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

Santana turned to Quinn who have her a sympathetic smile. "Does he ask about her a lot?" Quinn asked softly.

"Everyday," Santana answered. She reached over and wiped a spot of ketchup on her son's cheek.

"Just get through the month."

"I'm trying," Santana said.

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Two days later, Santana woke up to her phone alerting her she had missed a call. She groaned and got up and saw the call was from an unknown number with a timestamp of 4:45 am.

"The fuck?" Santana cleared her screen and chalked it up to a wrong number. She got up and checked in on her son who, she discovered, was sound asleep with Lord Tubbignton in his usual spot in the corner of the bed. That damn cat loved Xander more than food. "Sweet boys," she whispered.

Just like the day before, she got herself and son ready for the day. Santana hated how quiet the house seemed without Brittany. She shook her head and stopped herself from thinking any more about the absence of her wife.

"Come on, little man," Santana said handing her son his small backpack, "Time for school."

"'K, Momma Sana." Xander extended his hand wanting his mother to take it.

Santana smiled and did just that. "Now remember, Uncle Kurt is going to pick you up today, OK?"

Xander nodded.

"He's going to bring you home and I'll be here in time for dinner," Santana finished explaining.

Xander nodded again. "I love Uncle Kur!"

Santana tried not to laugh at how cute her son was. He had trouble pronouncing the letter "T" and it was the most adorable thing ever. She had tried to get him to say Momma 'Tana but it need up as Momma Ana, which Santana was not a fan of. So until her son could pronounce the letter "T", she'd be Momma Sana.

"Let's go, baby."

They both headed out to begin their day.

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Santana turned into her driveway and parked her car. Her day had been the same as before. She had expected to see Kurt's car, but it was nowhere to be seen. She quickly scanned the street and didn't see her friend's car. She gathered her things and got out, getting her phone out as well. She walked to her door and was about to send Kurt a text when she noticed her door was slightly ajar.

"What the fuck?"

Being a writer, she easily envisioned a million horrible scenarios. Her heart raced and she was just glad that Kurt's car wasn't here. He probably took Xander out for some ice cream.

Santana slowly opened the door and peaked inside. All the lights were on and she heard dishes being moved around in the kitchen.

I'm I being robbed, Santana wondered, and is he taking my dishes?

Santana knew she should call the police but instead she quietly put her things down on the porch and stepped inside. She kept hearing dishes and if she didn't know better, it sounded like the robber was setting the table.

"Spageddi!"

Santana froze. That was her son's voice.

"Xander?" Santana called out.

Within seconds, her son came running out of the kitchen, laughing and running to her. "Mami! Supise!"

"Surprise?" Santana met her son halfway and picked him up. "What surprise, baby? Where's your Uncle Kurt?"

"I gave him the night off. I called and told him I was back and that I'd pick up our son."

Again, Santana felt her whole body go stiff. She hadn't heard that voice in weeks. "Brittany?" Her wife stood in the doorway, dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, her hair cascading past her shoulders. Santana wondered how it got so long in just a few weeks. She looked as beautiful as ever. "What are you doing here?"

"Momma Brinny came home!" Xander squealed and pointed at his newly arrived mother. "Yay!"

"She sure did," Santana said softly.

This was definitely an unexpected surprise.

-tbc-