This is a mini story with shorter chapters from a prompt given to me by my Tumblr following...hope you all enjoy ;)

Taylor stared impatiently at the clock in her bright purple room, anxiously waiting for it to turn 8am, which was the preapproved time she was allowed to wake up her mother. She looked around her room at the pictures on her wall of different famous singers, actresses, and dancers she idolized. She glanced over at the picture family portrait taken just two years ago of her and her mothers, Brittany and Santana, at the pumpkin farm. Brittany was sitting on a gigantic pumpkin, Santana on her lap, and Taylor on the Latina's lap. Taylor was holding a mini pumpkin above her head, almost like she was presenting it to the world, while Brittany and Santana stared at her with huge smiles on their faces.

"That day was super fun." Taylor remembered with a smile before turning on her iPad stereo and listening to her favorite song, Let It Go. She sang along as loud as possible while lying back on her black satin pillowcase. She danced as best as she could lying down, swaying her arms, and kicking her feet, when her alarm went off. She sat up quickly and turned the iPad off before hopping out of bed and running to her floor length mirror.

"I'm pretty, smart, talented, and the world is mine." She stared confidently in the mirror. "Nothing and no one can stop the goals I have for myself as long as I stay focused and keep my eyes on the prize." She rattled off. She then ran her fingers through her long raven hair and winked at herself before running out of the room and down the hall to the master bedroom.

She slowly opened the door and peeped inside with a big smile. She climbed in the huge bed and snuggled close to Santana, who was fast asleep on her back. Santana felt her daughter's warm body next to hers, so she rolled over on her and began tickling her.

"Mami!." Taylor cried out while laughing. "Mami wait!"

Santana laughed and rolled back on her side."Buenas dias, mi amor."

"Buenas dias." Taylor mimicked.

Santana leaned forward and kissed her softly on the forehead as Taylor got under the covers and cuddled close to her mother. "How did you sleep, sweetheart?"

"Good." Taylor shrugged. "How did you sleep?"

Santana laughed. "I slept great until I heard this loud screeching coming from your room, I thought something was attacking you, and I got worried." She stated.

Taylor's eyes grew wide. "W-what was it?"

"It sounded like a sick cat singing Let It Go." Santana teased with a smirk.

Taylor shocked looked quickly turned into a glare as she poked her mother in the forehead. "Not funny."

"You are getting so good mija." Santana told her. "Your singing lessons are really paying off, I'm proud of you."

"Thanks." Taylor ducked her head shyly as her caramel cheeks tinged with red. Taylor was a splitting image of Santana aside from her bright blue eyes. Santana carried her and Brittany's older cousin, Simon, was the sperm donor, thus Taylor inheriting the piercing blue Pierce family eye color.

"You're welcome." Santana stretched and glanced at the clock behind her. "So, today is our last day together, what are we doing? You're in charge."

Taylor tapped her chin, deep in thought, causing Santana to laugh. Such a Brittany trait. She thought to her self. "Let's start with coffee and take it from there." Taylor stated.

Santana raised her eyebrow as she sat up in bed and stretched. "You are seven years old, you aren't getting coffee, you can have hot chocolate."

"Can I pretend it's coffee?" Taylor asked.

"You can pretend it's whatever you want." She chuckled while getting out of bed. "Go brush your teeth and wash your face, make your bed, then come on down stairs and we can start breakfast."

"Cool." Taylor bounced off the bed and went running down the hall back to her bedroom.

Santana quickly remade her bed and slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks and a sweatshirt, Brittany's NYU sweatshirt to be exact, and picked up the clothes she practically jumped out of last night when she got home and put them in the hamper. She went to the bathroom and did her morning ritual, right before she left she looked in the mirror and stared at herself.

"I'm pretty, smart, talented, and the world is mine." She stared confidently in the mirror. "Nothing and no one can stop the goals I have for myself as long as I stay focused and keep my eyes on the prize." She stated. "I'm also 33 years old, divorced, still in love with my ex wife, and fuck...is that a grey hair?!" She glared at herself before rolling her eyes. "I'm still hott." She shrugged and left the bathroom.

She was plugging in the waffle iron when the phone rang, she frowned at the time and went to answer, taking a deep breath when she saw the caller ID.

Hello?

Good morning Santana.

Good morning Brit...I mean Brittany, what's up?

I need you to drop off Taylor a little earlier, I have dinner reservations tonight and I have to take her.

You're taking her to a business meeting? She's seven, she won't have fun. I'll just keep her again tonight.

Are you sure? I mean, I don't want to impose on you.

She's half my daughter, Brittany, it's not imposing, tomorrow you can just get her after school.

Okay, well tell her I'm sorry, and I'll call her later, I'm headed to a meeting.

Of course you are...

I'm not arguing today, have a great day.

You too.

Santana sighed and hung up the phone as Taylor came walking in the kitchen. "Cool waffles!"

"Waffles." Santana nodded while setting a mug of hot chocolate on the counter as Taylor climbed on a stool.

"So your mom just called, and she has a dinner meeting tonight, but I got you out of it and you are going to stay with me for another night." Santana stated while adding cool whip to her daughter's mug. "Is that okay?"

Taylor took a sip and slowly licked the cream off of her top lip. "Or you two could just get back together and i wouldn't have to go from house to house every week."

Santana deflated and walked around the kitchen island to sit next to her on a stool. "I know it's hard on you sweetheart, it's hard on me too, I hate when you're gone, the condo is quiet, I have to cuddle by myself and watch movies, and most of all, my best friend isn't here, but it's best if your mom and I are separate, but you know it doesn't mean we love you any less, you know that right?"

"I know." Taylor nodded. "Don't you still love momma?"

"I do, but it's complicated." Santana stated.

"But you love me."

"More than anything in the world." Santana nodded.

"And you love momma too, so we can be a family again?" Taylor asked slowly.

"I love you two in very different ways." Santana tried to explain. "I love your mom, but it's different now."

"So you still love momma, but just not enough for sweet lady kisses?" Taylor asked.

"What the...?" Santana gasped. "Taylor Quinn Lopez-Pierce where did you hear that?"

"From Aunt Quinn." Taylor shrugged.

Santana rolled her eyes. "You have my permission to tell Aunt Quinn to mind her own damn business next time."

"I can say the d word?" Taylor asked with a sparkle in her eye.

"What?" Santana laughed. "No, your mom would kill me."

"So what do I tell Aunt Quinn?"

Santana went over to the waffle iron and began to ladle in the batter, adding a sprinkle of cinnamon on top. "Nothing sweetheart, just smile sweetly and nod."

"Got it." Taylor replied.

Santana pulled out a fruit salad and set it on the counter, before grabbing a skillet to put two ham steaks in for them. "So are you just going to sip hot chocolate like a princess or are you going to help me cook breakfast, you gotta earn you keep little one." Santana teased.

Taylor hopped off the stool and ran around the counter to the step stool Santana had for her. "When the red light on the waffle iron goes off, carefully turn it over." Santana told her. "Just the handle, don't touch anything it's really hot, mija."

"Got it." Taylor nodded with a smile, her tongue slightly poking out of her lips while she stared at the

Brittany hopped out of her white Mercedes Benz, her briefcase in one hand, her cell phone in the other. She made her way into the restaurant and looked around for Quinn.

"About time you got here." Quinn smiled. "I thought you were flaking out on me."

"No, I just left a breakfast meeting. I need to land this campaign so I really have to wine and dine these clients." Brittany sighed. "I want this promotion so life can settle down a little for Taylor when she's with me."

"Crazy hours?" Quinn asked.

"Beyond crazy, she's actually staying with Santana tonight, again." Brittany sighed.

"Did Santana give you hell for that?" Quinn asked as the waiter brought over a fresh glass of water with a lemon in it for Brittany.

"Thank you." Brittany shook her head. "She offered actually, I could hear irritation in her voice when I had to get off the phone for the meeting earlier."

Quinn picked up her menu. "Well, I've handled a number of divorces and you two definitely had the most peaceful and amicable one I've ever dealt with it."

Brittany nodded. "We didn't want a messy divorce, we had Taylor to think about. We just split everything down the middle, Santana gave me the house, while she took the rental condo. Joint custody with us alternating weekends, unless one of us has to work, I think it's working out pretty well."

"How is Tay taking it?" Quinn asked, knowing her goddaughter had a good amount of Santana's sass.

"She's getting used to it, she used to sleep with me a lot when she's with me, but it's usually the first day back now, she's getting better." Brittany smiles.

Quinn smiled. "That's good."

"Have you talked to Santana?" Brittany asked curiously.

"No, honestly B, I have nothing to say to her, she checked out on your marriage." Quinn shrugged. "I still think she cheated on you."

Brittany quickly frowned and glared at her. "Watch it Q, you don't know a damn thing that went on in our marriage, you don't get to assume, Santana didn't cheat on me and I didn't cheat on her."

Quinn raised her hands in surrender. "Ok, sorry."

"She's honestly not the bitch that you think she is." Brittany huffed. Quinn simply raised an eyebrow at her. "Ok, maybe she can be a bitch, she was in high school but she's grown, and she's always been different with me, and she loves Taylor more than anything in this world."

"She has too, she's her daughter." Quinn laughed.

"I'm leaving." Brittany moved to stand up, but Quinn grabbed her arm.

"Ok, I'm sorry, Brittany." Quinn replied quickly. "I'm sorry. I admire how you two are co parenting and how careful you are with making sure that Tay adjusts to everything, seriously."

"Just because we are divorced doesn't mean we would stop parenting together. We still run everything by each other to make sure we are on the same page." Brittany told her while finally picking up the menu.

"Any hope of reconciliation?"

Brittany shook her head before shrugging. "I will always love Santana, she knows that, but we grew apart, our careers grew us apart, and this is for the best. Taylor doesn't need to be in an environment where we are constantly arguing, it's not fair to her."

"Okay, well champagne to toast this big deal you are about to close?" Quinn smiled.

"Finger crossed, but yes." Brittany nodded with a smile while motioning for the waiter to come over.

6pm

"Are you sure you aren't cheating?" Santana asked her daughter after losing in Wii bowling for the third game in a row.

"I'm a lucky lefty." Taylor smirked while kissing her left hand.

Santana laughed. "Yeah I am too, but it's not working today." She took her controller off and set it on the couch just as Taylor climbed on the couch and cuddled next to her.

"Can we have pizza for dinner?" Taylor asked as she snaked her little arm around her mother.

"We had pizza and french fries on Friday night." Santana reminded her while tapping her arm. "Tonight we are having chicken, broccoli, and rice; which I need to start making now, you have school tomorrow so bedtime is when?"

"8:30pm." Taylor grumbled.

"Awesome, you still know the rules." Santana teased. "Why don't you go pick out an outfit for school tomorrow and bring your backpack here so I can make sure you have everything in it."

"Ok." Taylor kissed Santana on the cheek and hopped off the couch to run to her run.

Santana stood up and turned off the video game system, wrapping up the controllers, and setting them on the TV stand. She was turning off the TV when her doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock and made her way to open the door.

"Brittany...what are you doing here?" Santana asked her while staring at her ex-wife, who was in a fitted knee length navy skirt, and a white and pink pinstriped blouse, a navy trench coat over her outfit.

"Hey, I um, Taylor needs to take this to school tomorrow, so I wanted to bring it over." She handed Santana the envelope, Santana grabbed the envelope, brushing her fingers against Brittany's. She felt that familiar jolt of electricity flow through her body from Brittany's touch and quickly jerked her hand back, she could tell Brittany felt it as well, by how her eyes widened.

"Come in, I'm sure she wants to see you before you leave, if you have time." Santana stepped to the side. "Tay!"

"You redecorated." Brittany smiled. "It looks great in here."

"Yeah, I switched up a few things. Taylor picked out the couch, she said it's the best for snuggles and movie dates." Santana laughed as Taylor came skipping in the living room.

"Momma!" She ran full speed into Brittany's waiting arms.

"I'm sorry about tonight." Brittany told her as she bent down and hugged her daughter. "I promise to make it up to you."

"It's okay." Taylor shrugged while leaning deeper into Brittany's embrace. "Mommy sucks at Wii bowling so I always beat her, not like you, it's hard to beat you sometimes." She then smirked at Santana.

"Whoa." Santana laughed. "Your mom always was good at bowling." She added while locking eyes with Brittany. "Go put this in your backpack, Tay."

"Have a good night, baby girl, I'll see you after school tomorrow." Brittany told her while kissing her on each cheek and allowing Taylor to mimic the action they then did a little handshake, reserved for the two of them. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." Taylor replied. "Good luck at your meeting." She winked before running out of the room.

"Do you practice winking with her?" Brittany asked with a small smile.

"No." Santana shook her head. "She just does it all the time."

"I wonder where she gets it from." Brittany added. "I better get going."

Santana stared at Brittany. "Good luck at your meeting, I'm sure you'll land the client"

"Thanks, how's work going for you?" Brittany asked while straightening out her skirt.

"Good." Santana nodded. "I'm basically a shoo-in for chief of surgery."

"That's what you always wanted right?" Brittany asked curtly. "Your job was always the most important thing to you."

"You're one to talk." Santana snapped lowly, glancing towards the bedroom making sure Taylor wasn't around. "Brittany, I'm not the only one that put their job first once or twice, you didn't become a junior advertising executive overnight."

"Whatever." Brittany sighed. "I need to be focused on this meeting. Have a good night, I'll pick Tay up from school tomorrow, and then we'll swing by and grab her bag from the hospital."

"Fine." Santana sighed as Brittany turned and left the condo. Santana stared at her as she walked to the car and hopped in, driving off quickly. "Good luck." She whispered again before closing the door and heading to the kitchen.

Midnight

Santana was awake, watching TV in the living room when her cell phone rang, she untangled the cover from around her and reached over blindly to grab it. She saw it was Brittany and answered right away.

It's midnight, are you okay?

I'm at your door, can you let me in?

Santana jumped up and went to the door, opening it quickly. "What are you doing here? What's wrong?" She asked Brittany while motioning for her to come in.

"I got the client and a promotion, Im a senior exec now." Brittany beamed happily. "You encouraged me to take the entry level position and even helped pay my way through college, you're still my best friend, so I had to tell you first." She rambled.

Santana's eyes widened. "Shit, seriously?!" She whispered. "Congrats!" She beamed while quickly hugging Brittany. "I'm proud of you, Brittany, so proud of you."

"Thanks." Brittany kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks for always believing in me." She hugged Santana tightly again and without thinking kissed her firmly on the lips.

Santana stared at her in shock, but quickly crashed their lips together again before either one knew what was happening. Ten minutes later Brittany was pinned against the front door, her leg wrapped around Santana's thigh, with the Latina's hand under her skirt dangerously close to her core. her coat was down at her ankles, and the buttons on her blouse were popped off. Santana's robe was opened and her tank top was twisted around her body, with one of her breasts poking out, a hardened nipple on display as Brittany ran her fingers around it. Brittany moaned as the two of them kissed passionately and pretty loudly until Brittany's cell phone rang. They realized what they were doing and Santana jumped away from her quickly.

"S-sorry." Santana stuttered out.

"I gotta go." Brittany panted out while trying to control her breathing. She quickly gathered her belongings and ran out of the door without her heels. She got to her car and sped around the corner before parking and leaning on the steering wheel. "What the hell just happened?"

Santana cleared her throat and straightened her tank top before tying her robe tightly up again. She grabbed Brittany's heels and stuck them in the back of the hall closet and flopped back on the couch. "Fuck."

Taylor, who was peeping around the corner smiled and ran back to her room. She picked up her teddy bear and sat him in her lap. "I knew my moms still loved each other, we gotta get them back together." She told the bear quietly with a big smile. "She heard her bedroom door creep open and flopped back down quickly, closing her eyes tightly.

Santana glanced in her room and blew her daughter a kiss before going to her own room and attempting to get some sleep.

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