Santana

My head has been all over the place the past few days – mainly due to Brittany. One thing is she has an amazing bond with my son – I can't even explain it myself. When I saw that he had given her his pacifier I couldn't believe it. He is pretty serious about it and only gives it to people he trusts and the fact that he willingly gave it to her without any request bewilders me. It might not seem important to some people but to a mother it is – to me it is. She has a certain way about her I cannot explain; nor do I want to. He is the most important person in my life and the fact Brittany has formed a bond with him causing the trust between them amazes me. I'm so happy they get along – that's the main thing I wanted. There's one other thing I have on my mind – but I don't want it to be negative. I care for Brittany deeply and even though it upsets me a little that she wants to remain friends, I understand her reasoning. She has only just got out a relationship and I definitely don't expect her to jump straight into one. I guess after she came over and we made out on my couch after watching a movie, I just thought we would get somewhere other than being told she needs time. I shouldn't pout about it however because it's not as though she is kicking me out her life – she just needs to time to process everything. I'm not a child – I am not about to go in a huff because someone I like doesn't want to be with me right now.

Since Dylan isn't feeling too well I've had to take the day off from work since I don't have anyone to take care of him. Even though I do have Brittany in New York, there is no one else I can count on for childcare. He's currently curled up against my side as I read a case file. Even though I am off, I can't stop thinking about work. I'm currently in the process of looking into a child abuse case. I have a wide variety of cases I can get since family law is a wide range of different things. I have some cases which aren't that bad and it doesn't affect me but some, just like this one, pull at my heart. It's harder to not put your own personal feelings into the case since everything had to be factual – it's so damn hard at times. I push my glasses up into my head and rub my eyes before looking down at Dylan. I hate him being sick because I can't do anything to make him feel better aside from giving him medicine. He has a fever at the minute so I've got a cold flannel to put on his head so it cools him down a little – it's definitely better than doing nothing. I'm his mother and he needs me to make him feel better – to make him well again. That's my job.

Moving my hand over his back slowly in a circular motion, I hear him cough a little whilst his hand grips onto my top. I put my hand against his forehead to feel how hot he is before lifting him up onto my stomach so he's laying on top of me. It doesn't take him long to figure out where he's been moved to since he instantly grips my top in his hand. He usually does that when he's either tired or sick. I hate my little boy being sick because he's not himself at all. He's very quiet and he doesn't talk to me as much. He just needs me to be close to him which is fine but I miss his chattering. He's a very happy child and you can definitely tell when something is wrong with him. Putting the case file away I move to a standing position holding him against me as we walk into the living room. Even though I hate being off work, sometimes it can be a blessing. It means I can catch up on my television shows which I don't have the chance to usually. I don't take much time off since it is just me and Dylan – work is pretty good with the situation and don't usually complain about it.

Before I go to the living room I go into the kitchen to make up a beaker of water for him. He doesn't drink a lot when he's ill so I have to try and persuade him a lot more than usual. I don't enjoy doing it since he gets a lot fussier but I need him to drink something – it will help him get better after all. During times like this it's why I hate being a single mother. I don't have anyone to help me make decisions- it's all down to me. If I make one bad move it's all my fault. It scares me a lot but I've done well the past nineteen months and nothing bad has happened so far.

Walking to the living room I turn the television on to settle down with him when the phone rings. Dylan becomes fussy and starts to whine a little so I pick up his pacifier from the table before giving it to him which he accepts gratefully. I kiss his head before picking up the phone bouncing him a little in my arms to help him settle.

"Lopez Residence."

I hear Daniel laugh on the other end of the line. Of course it would be him – he can't survive at work without me. "Now that is an official answer. Have you always done that?"

"Well it could be anyone calling so I would prefer to be formal than not," I answer defending myself before laughing. "I know, it can sound stupid sometimes when it's just a friend."

"You're telling me! How is the little tyke doing?"

I sigh stroking his back. "Not well. He is incredibly quiet and just wants to be with me, which is fine as I love bonding with him, but it's just not like him."

"As long as you are there to help him feel better he will be better in no time. Once he is better you can come back to work so I can annoy the crap out of you again." Daniel teases.

Even though he does annoy me sometimes, I can honestly say I don't know how I would get through work without him. He makes the day go by a lot faster and he's actually really good at his job. He's a criminal lawyer and I can tell you something – he's does a good damn job. I wouldn't want to go up against him I can tell you that much. I haven't introduced him to Dylan but he knows what he looks like by the pictures I have in my office. I think it's important when I have a client come in that they see for themselves how important family is to me – heck, it's one of the reasons I decided to pursue family law in the first place.

"Well I'll be looking forward to seeing you when he gets better then." I tease back before hearing a knock at the door. Who could that possibly be? I'm not expecting anybody. "Dan, I have to get going. Thank you for calling me though – I really appreciate it. I'll talk to you soon."

"Alright, talk to you later, Lopez. Hope Dylan gets better soon."

Hanging up the phone, I put Dylan on the couch with a blanket on top of him surrounded by pillows to stop him from falling before making my way to the door. Undoing the chain, I open the door to see the blonde dancer stood there with a bag in one hand and pizza in the other. I bite my lip leaning against the doorframe with my arms folded. How did she know what I needed? I haven't eaten much since I've been keeping an eye on Dylan all day and then Brittany turns up with pizza. Gosh, she is good.

"How did you know?" I question, motioning to the pizza in her hand. "I'm starving."

Brittany chuckled shaking her head. "I just thought you could use some company whilst Dylan is recovering. Plus, I wanted to see the little munchkin for myself – I missed him keeping me company at work."

I raise my eyebrow a little. "What, to keep you from doing your job?"

Brittany nods her head with no shame on her face before pointing at me. "Exactly. Anyway, I wanted to check on you too – we've not really spoken since the other day."

I look around the hallway before tilting my head towards the door. "Come on – we can talk inside. I don't want someone hearing us."

"They should be jealous that someone as hot as me is coming to your place. Heck, I would be."

With a wink, she walks into the apartment putting the pizza down on the table along with the bag she brought with her. Gosh, what is she up to? I close the door reattaching the chain before locking the door. What? I don't want some random person bursting in – there are probably some right weirdos on this floor.

"How is he doing?" Brittany asks. I notice she has knelt beside him stroking his head which just makes my heart beat a little faster. Not many people would do something like that with a look of worry on their face. "He feels hot."

I nod my head folding my arms walking towards them standing beside her looking down at my son. "He has a fever which is why he is asleep right now. Sleeping usually helps him but it means I can't keep him hydrated which I really need to do. He has hardly drunk anything today."

She looks at me for a second before kissing his head standing up. Brushing hair out of my face she gives me a warm smile which, for some reason, just makes me feel ten times better than I have felt all day.

"How about I make us some tea? I would say coffee but that will keep you awake and you look like you didn't sleep a wink last night." Brittany goes on before taking my glasses from the top of my head. "You will end up straining your eyes if you don't wear them, Santana."

I really wish she didn't notice them there. I hate wearing my glasses in front of people because I know I look even nerdier than usual and people always comment on it. My mother is one of them. She insists I wear them when she comes over and always makes sure I at least wear them around the house. I have the same eyesight as my father which, basically, means my eyesight is shit. He wears them all the time too but tends to wear contacts at work most of the time – he does keep them in his pocket, however. Especially when he has a really long day.

"I don't like to wear them around other people," I mutter shaking my head, "because they always say I look even nerdier than usual. No, that isn't a good thing before you say anything."

"You shouldn't care what other people say. If you need to wear them you should." Brittany states before moving the glasses around in her hands as though admiring them. They aren't even that great – just rectangular glasses with a black frame surrounding them. Simple yet elegant. Brittany raises her head to look at me once again biting her lip. "Will you please wear them? For me at least? I don't want your eyes to get worse."

Looking up at the blonde I know I won't be able to disagree. Sighing, I take the glasses from her hands before sliding them onto my face once again. Well, it's certainly nice to be able to see her properly but I still hate them being on my face.

"Happy now?"

Brittany gives me a soft smile taking hold of my chin lightly raising it so she can see my glasses better. She strokes my skin with her thumb nodding her head.

"I think you look beautiful. So, how about I make that tea for us?"

She doesn't let me respond before pulling back walking into the kitchen where I hear her putting the kettle on. I don't tend to have tea that much since coffee keeps me awake which I usually have to do when Dylan is around if he isn't asleep. It would probably explain why I haven't slept properly since I gave birth to him. Sitting on the edge of the couch, I move my hand to stroke his head. I'm glad he is asleep but I just wish I knew what to do to make him feel better. In times like these I really don't feel like I am doing my best – I feel terrible for not being able to help him. He's my son and out of anyone in the world I should be able to make him feel better. If only I got a doctor degree instead of a lawyer one then maybe I would know what I should do. I've only been a mother for nineteen months and I still get terrified when he is sick. I feel a hand on my leg which I know can only be Brittany's. I look up to see her sat on the coffee table – I honestly didn't even hear her come back into the room.

"You look worried."

"He's my son, Brittany. Out of everyone in the world I should be able to make him feel better." I explain moving my hand to rub his back in circles. "I have been a single mother for nineteen months and I still have no idea what I'm doing."

Brittany squeezes my leg lightly. "Hey, you're not going to know everything. You learn as you go along and I know he is grateful he has you as his mother, Santana. You do everything you can for him, which apparently includes not sleeping."

"I can't sleep when he is sick. I did that once a while ago and I woke up to him screaming for me. He was red in the face screaming, Britt, meaning he must have been crying for a good few minutes before I heard him." I explain moving my hand over my head. "I don't want that to happen again – I can't let it happen again."

"I know that was probably a scary experience for you, I get that, but you can't just stop sleeping. You'll get even more tired which could cause you to fall ill and that won't be any good for him." Brittany says before kneeling in front of me taking my hands in her own. "You are not alone, Santana. You have me and I don't want you to feel as though you can't ask me for help."

"I'm his mother."

Brittany presses her lips together nodding. "You are and I'm not doubting that, however, you are also only twenty-one."

I nod my head in agreement. I know I am hard on myself because I am a single mother but I just want to be perfect for him. I know Dylan doesn't expect that from me at all but I expect it from myself. I've always excelled at everything in my life, especially school, so I want to excel at this too. Dylan deserves that so I don't want to fail him – I want to raise him right.

"I've always been a master of doing everything better than most people – school is the main one I can definitely say I did better at," I explain looking into the blonde's eyes. "I never really failed so when it comes to Dylan I want to be perfect. I know he doesn't expect that from me but I need to be for myself."

I notice a small pout form on Brittany's lip and I have to admit, it's kind of cute. She squeezes my hands gently. "Santana, that is way too much pressure to put upon yourself. No one is perfect – frankly I don't know anyone who even comes close to being that way. You are who you are and you can only do your best. Everybody has flaws – it's called being human."

Before I can give her a response she gives my hands one last squeeze before walking back into the kitchen. As much as I want to believe her, it's as though my brain won't allow it. Surely Dylan would rather have someone who isn't a screw up as a mother than someone who tries her best to perfect everything she does. I guess becomes I'm still learning everything myself it's different than if I had been older. I'm still learning half the time and it's not only at home either – even during my job sometimes I'm having to teach myself new things. It's a lot of hard work. Now, with Brittany in the picture, I may need to learn how to be someone's girlfriend – how the fuck am I going to manage all of that at once? Well I don't have to manage the whole girlfriend thing yet since Brittany wants time to sort herself out after ending things with Hollie so I should be okay. I do want to be with her, don't get me wrong, it's just so much to deal with. I'm just glad she's here to help me with Dylan being sick and the fact she came over voluntarily makes my heart flutter a bit more. How sweet is she? Standing up, I settle down into one of the arm chairs so I can give Dylan his space to sleep when Brittany comes in with two cups of tea.

"You are a lifesaver." I say sighing happily taking the tea before taking a sip. "Wow – you make a good cup of tea, too."

Brittany chuckles sitting in the armchair opposite my own. "Well, I do try."

There is a moment of silence between us before I have to break it. "Why did you come over?"

"I told you. I wanted to -"

"I know what you said but I want to know the real reason. You told me you needed space to sort your head out which, to me, made me think you didn't want to see me." I explain folding my leg underneath me so I'm pretty much sat on it. "I don't get it – I'm honestly now confused."

Brittany bows her head looking down at the drink in her hand. "Yeah – I can see why you would be."

"So – why are you here?" I question once again. "I'm trying to understand, but I don't."

I watch Brittany for a few minutes whilst she thinks about what I said to her. I'm not trying to be awkward or anything, I just want to know what she is thinking. You can't kiss someone one minute whilst saying you can't handle a relationship right now then the next be coming over to have tea. I know it might look that I'm being difficult but I'm genuinely not. I just want to know what her thoughts are. I understand her reasoning behind wanting to just be friends right now but she can't want that and then go about holding hands with me. Gosh, I am so frustrated right now.

"I'm sorry if I'm confusing you, Santana. Honestly, that isn't my intention because I do still want to be around you." Brittany explains putting her cup down before walking over to me sitting on the coffee table in front of me. "Remember how you said if I wanted to kiss someone I should come to you?"

My heart began to beat a little faster in excitement. I let out a shaky breath nodding my head. "Yeah – I remember."

Brittany took my cup putting it on the table and before I knew it, she was straddling my lap. Her fingers were running through my hair brushing it away from my face whilst she looked at me whilst biting her bottom lip. Fuck, it made her look super sexy. My hands moved up and down her thighs enjoying the firm feel they had – it's clear she's a dancer I can tell you that much. Her hair covers her face a little as she looks down at me and before I could even say anything, she cups my cheeks kissing me deeply straight away. My hands grip at her thighs a little whilst I try and get my head together. I can't believe how good her lips feel and the softness of them is indescribable. I begin to move my lips along with hers but it's obvious she is going to be controlling this kiss. I follow her lead tilting my head in the opposite direction to hers so we don't clash whilst our lips move together in a way I've never kissed anyone else. Well, it's not as though I have much to compare to but still.

It doesn't take long until I feel her slide her tongue into my mouth moving it along with mine. I can't help but feel a little turned on at her dominance – does she always kiss like this? I move my tongue along with hers noticing the way I'm pressed back into the seat a little bit. My hands move slowly up her thighs moving behind her to cup her ass pulling her closer to my body which she accepts. The kiss slowly grows more passionate the longer it lasts. Our lips move against each other a lot faster than they were before but it just makes the whole experience hotter. Her tongue and her lips are the only thing in my mind right now before the kiss comes to an end and we're sat panting with bruised lips and our foreheads leant against one another. She traces her fingers down my cheek moving down to my neck cupping it softly along with her other hand. Her thumb strokes the skin there whilst we get our breath back.

"Damn – are you usually that controlling of a kiss when you're straddling someone?" I question chuckling a little which causes her to blush.

"I – umm – yeah." Brittany responds nodding her head. "Sorry, I just find it easier to take control of the kiss when I'm on top. Did you – well – was it okay?"

I let out a small breath before nodding whilst moving my hands over her ass cheeks. "Yeah, I loved it. I've not got much to compare it to but it was – damn. I've never been kissed like that – ever."

Brittany's cheeks turn a hint of red before she runs her fingers through her hair. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You can ask me anything."

"You told me Puckerman took your virginity, correct?"

"That is correct."

"Have you ever – you know – slept with a girl?" Brittany asks, moving her hands over my arms.

I shake my head. "No I haven't. Frankly, before today, I hadn't even kissed a girl. I guess that's why I was so surprised at how good it was."

"Were you expecting anything less?" Brittany smirked brushing her lips against mine once again. "I do aim to please."

I whimper as she pulls away. "Well you definitely did please. No doubts about that."

I move my hands away from her ass resting them on top of her thighs once again stroking the material covering them. She was wearing some grey jogger bottoms and a yellow tank top which, from what I can see, seem like the clothes she usually dances in. I don't dance but I've seen her go around in these types of clothes before. Looking down I look at my hands on her thighs noticing how they seem to tense a little as I rest my hands on there. It wasn't plainly obvious but it was enough for me to notice. Knowing the effect I have on her really does something to me. Smiling, I move my hands over her thighs enjoying the feel of them underneath my fingertips.

"Hey, you okay?" Brittany asks, tracing her fingertips down my arms. "You seem to be deep in your thoughts."

I shake my head looking up with a smile. "Of course. I'm just – thinking I suppose."

"Well I discovered that for myself," Brittany laughed running her fingers through my hair, "but I want to know what you're thinking."

Biting my lip, I lean my head back against the back of the chair. "Lots of things."

Brittany raises her eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Wanna share?"

Clicking my tongue, I look up into her blue eyes. "I could."

She tils her head to the side with a smile. "But?"

"But I don't want to give everything away so soon." I state shrugging my shoulders. "If I do that then you'll have nothing to look forward to."

"You do have a point; however, I would still like to know what's going on up there."

"Patience is a virtue as they say." I whisper, tracing my hands over her arms before hearing some shuffling. "I think that's Dylan waking up."

Brittany looks over to the couch getting off of my lap walking over to where my son is sitting on the edge of it. I stand up myself walking over kneeling beside it stroking his stomach as he slowly stirs opening his eyes. He looks at me blinking a few times lifting his arms up to be picked up. Smiling I stand up lifting him into my arms rubbing his back as he settles his head on my shoulder. I sit beside Brittany sitting him on my lap sideways facing the blonde allowing him to lean against my chest.

"Hey buddy. Look who's here." I whisper kissing his head whilst stroking his back.

Brittany smiles stroking his leg with her finger. "Hey, Dylan. How you feeling?"

He sucks on his pacifier for another few seconds before pulling it out looking at Brittany. "Icky."

"I bet you do, honey. You'll feel better before you know it." Brittany assures him stroking his head with a soft smile on her lips. "I bought you something."

He puts his pacifier back in but I notice his eyes sparkle when she gets up to pick up the bag she brought with her. Sitting back down, Brittany opens the bag taking out a soft toy version of Thomas the Tank Engine from his favorite program. She holds it out for him allowing him to reach out and touch it for himself. I watch as he touches it a few times before taking it from her pulling it against his chest. I kiss his head.

"What do you say to Brittany, baby?"

He takes his pacifier from his mouth once again holding it out to Brittany which she accepts. "'tank you."

"You're welcome, honey." Brittany responds putting the pacifier on the table beside the couch. She looks at me whilst Dylan gets acquainted with his new toy. "I've seen him playing with trains a lot in daycare so I thought he might like it. It's not too much, is it?"

"Of course not, Britt. He loves it and I have no problem you buying him a present." I assure her stroking Dylan's arm. "If it keeps him happy then I'm happy. Honestly I love how close you have gotten with my son."

Brittany blushes shrugging her shoulders. "He's adorable. I guess I have a soft spot for him which is pretty bad considering the job I do."

"It's not as though you never talk to the other children – I've seen you talk to many of them."

"Not the way I talk to Dylan though." Brittany admits watching Dylan cuddle the toy close to his chest. "He's different."

The doorbell rings cutting our conversation short. I stand up causing Dylan to become fussy so, surprisingly, Brittany takes him from me sitting him in her lap allowing him to settle back down. I look at the both of them in surprise when another knock at the door brings me back to why I got up in the first place. Flashing Brittany with a smile of gratitude I make my way to the door opening it to see my mother standing there. Shit.

"Hey mami," I greet with a smile hugging her as she makes her way through the door, "what are you doing here?"

She chuckles shaking her head. "Honey, I can turn up to see my daughter."

I groan walking over to close the door before making my way to where Brittany and Dylan are. "Mami, I'd like to introduce you to Brittany."

I watch as my mother walks over to the three of us looking Brittany up and down in a judgmental manner. I know she didn't like her very much due to high school and I know changing her mind is pretty difficult. I run my fingers through my hair shaking my head – why did she have to do this now?

"Brittany? As in high school Brittany?"

I look between the two women before nodding my head. "The same one but don't lecture her – she really is lovely and she's here because Dylan is sick."

"That doesn't take away the fact she upset you in school."

I sigh shaking my head. "Stop talking about her as though she's not in the room. It's making me do that and I hate it – it's rude."

Brittany stands up holding Dylan underneath his legs with her arm against his back. "I can leave if you want to spend time together."

"No don't be ridiculous, Brittany." I say looking at her putting my hand on her arm. "You're my friend and I want you here. Plus, Dylan looks comfortable."

"Well, I think I'm just a substitute for you."

I grin shaking my head. "You know he adores you and if you haven't noticed, he hasn't let go of that train you gave him earlier since it's been in his grasp."

Brittany nods her head pressing her lips together. "You do have a point. I'll go see if he'll drink anything. I'll be in the kitchen."

I watch Brittany walk away before turning to my mother when the door closes. I sigh running my fingers through my hair. "Mami, you can't say stuff about a person when they are in the room."

"She wasn't exactly nice to you in school, Santanita." Mami whispers, looking towards the kitchen. "Along with her friends, she caused you pain during high school."

"That was three years ago, ma." I hiss rolling my eyes. "You need to stop holding a grudge. Believe it or not, she's a good person."

"People don't just change, Mija."

Looking at the floor I shake my head sitting down on the arm of the couch. "I'm by myself here – she's the only friend I have."

"Mija-"

"You don't understand, Ma. She – I need her around. She helps me with Dylan, she keeps me company and -"

Mami looks at me questionably. "And what?"

I shake my head standing up. "It doesn't matter. What does matter is you need to back off Brittany."

"Don't use that tone with me, Santana." Mami states giving me one of her famous Lopez stern looks. "I'm your mother, not your friend."

"Are you staying here?" I ask, noticing her lack of baggage. "You normally have a lot more luggage with you. Plus, the last time you came I just moved in so, frankly, I'm surprised you even found this place."

"I'm staying in a hotel downtown – I didn't tell you I was coming so I thought it might be better if I stayed elsewhere."

"What about Papi? Didn't he come with you?"

She shakes her head. "No. He has to work but I missed my daughter and grandson so I thought I would come and surprise you."

As much as I love my mother, she can be a bit overbearing sometimes. Well, you've just seen the way she treated Brittany just because of what happened in high school – that's not the worst she's been either. I love her to pieces and even though I'm glad she has been here for me throughout everything, I've enjoyed my freedom of New York. When she actually gets along with people in my life, maybe it won't be as bad when she visits. Shit, Brittany is still in the kitchen with Dylan.

"I'm glad you are here but can we pick this up later on tonight?" I ask folding my arms. "You know I love you, but Brittany is here with me currently and I would like to spend some time with her."

Pressing her lips together, my mother nods her head. "Alright, I'll come by later on tonight and we can go for a family dinner."

"Sounds good, Ma."

Walking her to the door I give her a hug goodbye opening the door myself when we've pulled away to let her out. She looks at me tucking my hair behind my ear with a smile. "Just be careful, alright? I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"I won't, but I appreciate your concerns."

"I'll always show my concerns because I love you and I want the best for you," Mami explains.

She does have a point but it doesn't make the whole Brittany bashing go away. "I know. I'll see you tonight."

With a final goodbye, she makes her way out of the apartment which causes me to sigh in relief. Why was she here exactly? Mami usually at least calls when she comes over so something must be going on. I hear the kitchen door open and close from behind causing me to turn around. Brittany stands there with a sleeping Dylan on her shoulder which, I have to admit, makes everything better. She is so good with him and I couldn't ask for a better person to be around him. I give her a smile before making my way over to them.

"I'm sorry about her – she's protective."

Brittany chuckles. "I can tell but I'm glad you have that. You shouldn't worry about what she said."

"I don't like the way she spoke about you as though you weren't in the room." I explain shuffling my feet a little. "She isn't very forgiving about how I got bullied in high school by your friends."

"I'm not very forgiving about that either, Santana." Brittany responds shaking her head regrettably. "I just didn't want the situation to get worse for you – it was my way of protecting you. If I stopped my friends from doing anything they would have probably hurt you more. It made sense at the time."

Moving closer I put my hand on her bicep before taking Dylan from her. "I know and I appreciate what you did. It makes sense – well, it does to me anyway."

"You know, I think the pizza I bought has gone cold."

Moving my eyes to the same direction as her, I shrug my shoulders. "It'll be alright. Cold pizza is just as good as hot."

"Sometimes even better."

I laugh nodding my head. "Yes, sometimes even better. If you give me a minute I'll put Dylan back on the couch and we can watch a movie or something."

"Actually, I should go." Brittany said with a hint of regret in her voice pressing her lips together. "I have a bunch of paperwork I need to get done at the studio. It was only supposed to be a short visit but the more we talk, the longer I want to stay. If I don't go now I'll be here for even longer."

I chuckle nodding my head walking in the direction of the door. I didn't want her to go but I understood why – she had stuff to do and my focus should be on Dylan. Undoing the chain on the door, I open it up watching as the blonde sorts herself out to leave rubbing Dylan's back in a circular motion.

"I'll see you later, Santana. Let me know when Dylan gets better."

Without another word, she walks out the door and away from my apartment. Sighing, I close the door leaning against it closing my eyes. How the hell am I supposed to get through a dinner with my mother with Brittany on my mind?