#santana lopez is my baby

[waankyy]

[cryscendo]

I’m with you. Drug dealer.

@giftober 2024 | day 22: reactions

[hyper-fixated-delusions]

They changed the trajectory of my life.

[person4924]

the flirty funny best friend of the main character who has daddy issues>>>

[gleesongtournament]

[sohemotional]

Can you write a oneshot with single mom Santana or Brittany, I know you did this with grumpy cat and I thought it was a really cute dynamic?

Thank you, Anon and sorry for the delay. I have several ideas I've been developing for Brittana single parent/baby!fics. Some of these might get developed into multichapter fics. Anyway, I hope you like this snippet:

Are You My Other Mom? 

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

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

It made him mad that people always asked his mommy if he was her son and he knew it hurt her because of the way she’d stop smiling and that familiar sparkle would disappear from her blue eyes whenever she heard it, even though she made jokes when they said that stuff. What kind of question was that? Maybe they looked way different but his Mommy had shown him all of the million pictures of her with a big smile, holding her round belly when she was pregnant with him. 

Then there were the ones of her holding a little blond, curly-haired and dimpled baby in her arms with big black eyes that Mommy said was him. He couldn’t believe he had ever been that small or that blond. There were all of the other videos of her dancing with him when he was a toddler. His mommy never stopped dancing. She was the only one who could calm him down when he was upset about anything, she never got mad at him even when he was really bad and she was his best friend. There was no doubt that Brittany S. Pierce was his Mommy.

The boy with golden skin watched warily from the swing set, narrowing his dark brown eyes as his mom wrapped her arms around another woman who had long, dark hair that was almost black. The woman was wearing a cool looking black leather jacket and black jeans, in contrast to his Mommy's bright pink sundress. He didn’t recognize this stranger even though there was something oddly familiar about her voice that he couldn’t figure out. 

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

Uh oh. He knew that look on his mom’s face and that giggle. It spelled danger. It was the look that meant she was going to tell him she was in love. Again. He also knew that lovestruck expression on the stranger’s face. The worst part of it was that he had never seen her so happy around someone before. Love was so annoying. It just meant he had to protect his Mommy from even more bad people.

The boy hated this “in love” thing because it always meant that Mommy would go out on dates all the time and he would be spending more time at Grandma Whitney’s house. He loved Grandma and Grandpa but he hated the thought of his mommy being alone with those monsters while he wasn’t there to protect her. His mommy was a really pretty lady and he knew it. The bad thing was that other people knew it too.

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

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

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

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

“Tino, Sweetie, come over here please. There’s someone I want you to meet!”

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

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

Santana’s eyes met his and she looked completely startled. She watched him nervously as he continued to glare at her as threateningly as he could, wrapping his little arms around Brittany’s waist tightly. Sometimes if the boy was mean enough to them, the mommy stealers in the past would be too scared and never come back again. He hoped this tactic would work on this treacherous Santana too, even though she looked fiercer than the others.

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

"He's my little protector."

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

Santana looked like she wanted to say a lot more to his mommy but didn’t. Val smirked, proud of the way his glaring at Santana seemed to be working because she did seem very scared. Then to his surprise, she put her hands on her hips and stared him down, in a way that struck fear in him in a way that had never happened to him before, rolling her neck like a cobra just like he himself always did. He gulped, taking a step back.

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

“Who?”

“Oh nevermind. I’m just being silly.”

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

“I look like my Mami, right Mommy?” Val piped up. “That’s what Mommy always says.”

This made the adults fall silent and that Santana’s face went white. Val had seen his Grandpa Pierce faint once and that was what he thought was about to happen to Santana. She sure was a weird one. His Mommy was unusually silent as well.

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

His mommy always used to tell him about his Mami. She told him he was so much like her in personality but unfortunately grown up things happened and his Mami couldn’t stay with them. She always said she wished Mami would come back one day. Then a few months ago, his mommy got really sad and she hadn’t talked about Mami for a really long time. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Val was completely stunned when the two of them kissed and even dropped the toy car he was holding. They actually kissed on the lips the way it happened in movies! Why would anyone want to do that? He didn't have any idea what they were talking about or why his mommy got so upset, yet she was kissing that woman and holding her tight in her arms. How dare that Santana kiss his precious mommy and on the lips too! He had to get to the bottom of this.

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[brittanaotp]

I love you >>

You're my favorite person in the whole world >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

[shame-is-a-wasted-emotion]

I don't know if I can share this. But I've come to a conclusion : As much as I love Klaine, I am learning to love Brittana. So I.think I found why I was not liking Brittana:

People of Reddit in r/glee. That's right. They keep thrashing klaine and say Brittana is the healthiest if not healthier than Klaine. Now think about it. Klaine was occupying more screen time, so they didn't know what to do. They screwed them. At the same time, Brittana was still growing and gaining it's fandom so less screentime. And they seemingly weren't screwed. They did manage to screw less. But they did screw. Like come on! Bringing Santana back after she was the one who broke? Bringing Dani into picture? Why?

I love Kurt more than Blaine and Santana more than Brittany. But by the amount of "love" these people show, these people are just trying to shove down others throat. And don't start me on when people say Klaine is toxic and Brittana is pure

One thing as to why I opt a fandom is to escape from reality. Reality sucks. If you bring reality into fiction, you overanalyze. Good analysis is always welcome. But saying," No they won't survive together ", or "They will end up in divorce" when it is not canon is just infuriating. I wasn't hating Brittana, but I was kinda jealous that the ship has more love when they had a little inconsistent storyline. And I am angry when people say Klaine weren't iconic as if they didn't bring a national wide attention and discussion of portrayal of gay love.

If you hate a ship, it's fine. Don't keep speaking about it. It alters the mindset of other people at some point. I respect your love towards and ship, you should do the same. I understand many people are still mourning Naya but that doesn't mean you shove down something the character does and like about them into others' throats. Like I sometimes wonna bitch slap Santana or Kurt. But when they are together, I love them. They are iconic as friend- siblings.

I may seem to whine. I don't.know if it is right. But I wonna load this bugging thought somewhere. I am doing this.

Final conclusion: I love klaine and Brittana. I may write fanfics for Brittana. Please don't make me go back to hating. Thanks!

[darkesttimelinesblog]

Rachel and Santana, both of you meant everything to me.

[melancholydreamers]

“Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven”

“One single thread of gold tied me to you”

tying you to me 

[waankyy]

happy lesbian day to my fave!!

the one who truly taught me how to embrace myself

[cryscendo]

Devil in a red dress. Perfect, and it's totally appropriate for your personality. I have no criticisms.

@giftober 2024 | day 25: devilish

[fandomhopper-shit]

Masterlist

❤️- Fluff 💙- Platonic ❤️‍🩹- Angst With Fluffy Ending 🫂- Comfort ✨- Slight Smut 🎆- Smut 🛌- Angst 💫 - Crack Fic 👍🏾- Top Reader 👎🏾- Bottom Reader ✊🏾- Switch Reader 💬- Requests

Clarisse La Rue x Reader One Shots

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Wild Child (Daughter Of Lycan)🫂😂✊🏾✨

Royally F**ked (Royal Daughter Of Athena)😂❤️

Fuzzy Babies (Daughter Of Aristaeus)❤️❤️❤️‍🩹✨

Annabeth Chase x Reader One Shots

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Outrunning Karma (Criminal Reader)🛌👍🏾🎇

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Karen Shetty x Reader One Shots

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Hope Mikaelson x Reader One Shots

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Little Red Riding Hood (Werewolf Reader)❤️💙🫂

Lizzie Saltzman x Reader One Shots

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Santana Lopez x Reader One Shots

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Mal Bertha x Reader One Shots

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Bonnie Bennet X Reader One Shots

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[logbush]

Cardigan

900 words

angst

santana lopez x reader

A/n: back from my rut!! i've had a lot going on rn with school about to start, so i haven't been posting, i am working on requests rn and i will try to get them out as quick as i can.

“y/n!” you heard someone yell out. you turned, searching for the voice. a brunette comes running towards you, “i need to tell you something,” rachel says quietly. you raised an eyebrow and shook your head “i honestly doubt what you have to say is something i could care about,” you stated beginning to walk away from her. the brunette chases after you “i guarantee you do want to know” she whispered next to you as you both walked down the hall. you sighed before stopping and looking down at her, “what do you want rachel?”

she took your hand and dragged you to an empty classroom where you sat down on one of the desks and looked at the brunette “whats so important that you need to tell me, rach?” you questioned. rachel sighed and made eye contact “you cant be mad at me okay, i’m just the messenger,” she started. you raised your eyebrow, maybe you should hear this. “she cheated on you.” she sputtered out. you sat stunned. santana wouldn’t do that to you, would she? “no she didnt,” you begged out, hoping that she was just lying. she nodded “she did, over the summer, with brittany” rachel took your hands in hers “i’m sorry i’m the one that had to tell you this y/n.”

your breathing began getting heavy. the brunette put her arms around you, trying to comfort you in anyway possible. you didnt fight it, in fact you wrapped your arms around her and pulled her closer to you. she whispered soft ‘im sorry’s and ‘it’ll be okay’s. you cried. no one sees you cry.

~

you and santana had planned a date that night. you needed to know if rachel was telling you the truth. you two weren’t planning to go out that night so you were just dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants. you sat in your bedroom, planning on how you would confront her. knocking came from downstairs. its now or never.

you walked downstairs, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down. you opened the front door, seeing the latina cheerleader dressed in a tank top and pj pants. she was holding your favorite snacks and drinks. how could she be so sweet after what she did. you stepped to the side, allowing santana to walk in. you closed the door and turned to face her, watching her put down the things she had brought.

the cheerleader sat down on your couch before looking up at you with a smile. you didnt return it and instead just sat next to her. she looked at you with concern “whats wrong baby?” she asked quietly as she began to wrap her arms around you, her head on your shoulder. you continued to stare straight ahead. “did you ever plan on telling me?” you quizzed. you felt santana gulp against your shoulder blade “plan on telling you what?” she questioned in reply. you stood up and looked down at her. “you and brittany. did you plan on telling me?” you stated again.

santana stood up and looked at you. “who told you about that?” she stammered out, dodging the question again. you scoffed. “it doesn’t matter who told me. its true isn’t it?” you felt tears begin to form in your eyes. the cheerleader sighed and nodded “yes,” she said meekly. you scoffed, “how could you do this to us?” you yelled out. you hadn’t planned on yelling, you both knew this was just your emotions getting to you. you watched as tears fell onto her cheeks. “can we talk about this?” she begged.

you were fuming. the latina walked up to you, but you quickly walked backwards to create distance between the two of you. she instead just stood a few feet infront of you “she doesn’t mean anything to me like you do” she wept. you sighed and watched her, “why did you do it?” you inquired. santana was breathing heavily before sitting back down on your couch. “i dont know, you were away on vacation and i-“ her breathing heavily interrupted her thoughts, “she was there when you weren’t” she stated meekly. you let out a deep breath “are you serious?” you tried to keep your voice down but she knew you were even more pissed than before.

santana looked up at you and shrugged slightly “i dont know, y/n, it just, happened” she murmured. you scoffed, “i need you to leave santana.” her eyes quickly shot up to meet yours. “y/n, we can talk about this-“ she started. you cut her off quickly. “we’ve talked about it enough.” you spat out. her eyes were watering as she stood up. you pointed to the door “leave.” you said again. she sighed before turning towards the door and walking to it. “for what it’s worth, im sorry” she said before she walked out the door.

you ran upstairs to your room and sat down on your bed, allowing yourself to break down. how could she do this? you went to your desk and started to destroy every photo of her you could find. the photo you took of her on your first date? cut up. the photo of her meeting your mom? torn to shreds. the photo of her on your first valentine’s day together? lit on fire.

you were broken when you met her. she fixed you, and then she broke you again.

[sluttyenthusiast]

Rewatching Glee makes me realize how hateable Rachel Berry truly is, as well as Finn.

If I could rate all the characters (from the first three seasons cause only they matter) I hate from the most to the least, it'd look like this,

1) Rachel Berry, a loud mouth, obnoxious, overpreformer who assumes she's the best.

2) Finn Hudson, told Quinn's parents she was pregnant and got her kicked out, also outed Santana and got her kicked out as well, and is dating an unbearable troll.

3) Blaine Anderson, plays the victim card too much, made Kurt seem like the bad guy.

4) Quinn Fabray, a little more likable but plays the victim card as well, literally tried to get Shelby fired and have her baby taken away.

5) Artie Abrams, he's okay, sometimes just a little too much

6) Kurt Hummel, he's chill, but can have his moments.

7) Tina Cohen-Chang, I actually love her, but points taken off for the first season weirdness

8) Santana Lopez, she's a little bit of a bitch, but some of what she does is reasonable ig

9) Sam Evans, I love me some white chocolate, but fr, Sam is cool, he usually tries to look out for everyone the same way he wants to be looked out for.

10) Mike Chang, badass dance moves, and overcame his own fears of his family to do what he loves.

11) Mercedes Jones, I understand the whole debacle with Rachel Berry and I applaud her for that.

11) BRITTANY S. PIERCE, my angel baby, I love her sm and she's so smart and kind and is genuinely incredible, she's always been thought as less than or stupid just because she thought outside the box.

[sohemotional]

Are You My Other Mom? Part II

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

Part III with more Brittana backstory coming soon!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46177435/chapters/116750350

“Why were you kissing my mommy?!” Val demanded, marching up to Santana and glaring at her ferociously with his little hands on his hips. Santana sputtered in indignation, her black eyes growing wide. She clearly wasn’t expecting him to confront her so aggressively.

“Whoa, you saw that?” The Devil Lady seemed to be caught off-guard for a moment and then she faced him in a pose that was strangely almost identical to his. Val flinched, even though he was trying to be tough because this woman was pretty scary in a way that almost made him want to back down. He had never been scared of any adult before, so this was a first and he didn’t understand why she had this effect on him. “I- I mean, look, Val, your mommy and I… adults, we sometimes…”

“What did you do to my mommy?!” He yelled, kicking her leg in a fit of anger. Santana’s eyes flashed again and her jaw dropped in disbelief. She yelped and hobbled around on one leg.

"Fuck! I mean, sorry, goddamn it! This guy is strong!"

"Mommy, she said the F-word!"

“Valentino!” Mommy gasped, sounding surprised and a little disappointed. His mommy never usually raised her voice at him. Santana was not amused and when she turned to face him, he swallowed hard.

“Hey, hey, behave, Little Boy. You’re a feisty one… I should have known that since you’re my- I mean, I should have expected that. Listen here, you’re cute and all but don’t ever try that again.”

“Says who?”

“Says me.”

Santana’s tone of voice was deep and deadly as she stared at him with a look that meant business while Mommy winced but didn’t disagree with Santana. The dark-haired woman squared her shoulders and popped her neck. She was really tough... well, almost as tough as he was, probably but it was kind of scary. Valentino looked from one to the other then burst into tears, knowing that he did something wrong and they weren’t happy with him. He was so upset and didn’t know how to control his feelings. Mommy’s face softened and she kneeled in front of him, getting down to his level.

“Shh, don’t worry, V,” His mommy cooed when Val was reduced to hiccuping sobs, not liking this turn of events at all. She was all tender, cat-like eyes and cool, soft skin that felt soothing against his. She pulled him into her arms and lifted him up like she always did, quite easily. “I know it’s a lot to take in and you’re upset but Santana doesn’t want to hurt me, Sweetie, I promise. I think we should go home. Can you say sorry to her? Pretty please?”

“S-sorry.” He managed to get out in between sobs, rubbing his eyes and hiding his face in his mommy’s shoulder because he couldn’t face Santana. It was kind of embarrassing because he was supposed to be a big boy but he couldn’t help it. He could never help crying when he got frustrated for any reason.

“It’s okay, don’t cry.” Santana’s voice softened and Val allowed her to rub his head gently, even though he had never allowed anyone other than his Mommy, grandparents and Auntie Stacy to do that. He hadn’t expected her to be so nice for once, especially after the way she had scolded him.

“Aw, he just gets so caught up in his emotions sometimes… just like someone I know.” Mommy chuckled, rocking him in her arms. Santana stiffened up, raising an eyebrow.

“I- is that so?” She stammered, sounding nervous again and a little guilty. Valentino was confused, not understanding anything they were saying. Adults were so weird sometimes.

Mommy put him down but the six year-old held her hand tightly the whole time as she walked him out into the car park with Santana beside the blonde, her arm around the woman’s waist even though Val tried to glare at her to make her stop that. She stuck out her tongue at him when she noticed his expression and he did the same thing back to her. Of course, Mommy didn’t even notice. His excitement grew when he saw the coolest car ever and he shrieked.

“Wow! That’s your car?!” He shouted, awestruck and Santana arched an eyebrow, nodding at him. He couldn’t deny that she was kind of cool for having that but then he remembered that she was the enemy, so he wasn’t supposed to think that.

“Mm, yeah. Cool, huh?” Santana smirked smugly and Brittany giggled, telling her how amazing her car was. Santana stood a little straighter, her chest puffed out as Brittany complimented her and Val pouted at that.

They got into that fancy red car and his Mommy made sure he was buckled into a booster seat. Val noticed that Mommy wasn’t acting quite like herself, still wiping tears from her eyes but smiling the whole time. Val glared at Santana, who was driving. Come to think of it, that woman looked pretty happy with herself and that made Val even more upset. The questions came pouring out of him, before he could help it.

“Why is she still here?! Where are we going? Mommy, what’s happening?!”

Val pouted heavily as Santana’s jaw dropped at his outburst.

“Shh, Kitten, Santana is going to come stay with us for tonight. It’ll be okay. We’ll watch movies and have snacks like we always do.”

“B-but Mommy, that’s supposed to be for me and you only! She’s- she’s the enemy!”

He couldn’t believe this lady was just going to steal his mom away from him just like that. Movie nights were supposed to be their special thing that was just for the two of them. This was the worst!

He gasped, realizing how fast the lady was driving. It was kinda cool, he had to admit. His Mommy never drove. He could only remember her driving him somewhere twice and both times it had made him dizzy because she just drove in circles then usually got lost. Santana’s way of driving was totally different but he couldn’t say he wasn’t impressed. He had always wanted to drive like that.

“We’re going so fast!”

“Yep, we are, Little Guy.” Santana sounded proud when she responded to him. He found it pretty funny and giggled when Santana got mad at some other drivers and even yelled out the window at them. Mommy joined in with his giggling, shouting “Santana!” in amusement when she did that. Val found the whole thing really fun and it was even kind of… badass of her. None of his Mommy’s other boyfriends or girlfriends would ever have the guts to do that.

Then he remembered that he was supposed to be mad at the Devil Lady and his smile dropped as he fell quiet, scowling. She was coming into his territory and stealing his mommy.

Mommy sensed that he was sad, just like she always seemed to without him saying anything more and leaned over to cup his cheek, wiping his eyes with a tissue.

“Aw, Baby Kitten, what happened? Please don’t cry. I promise, everything will be okay.”

Valentino was silent for a few minutes before he started crying again. He pretty much threw a tantrum the entire time, actually, glaring in Santana’s direction. By the time they got back to their house, Santana looked horrified, her hair seemingly standing on end and her black eyes wide when they finally arrived but she didn’t back down or stay away from the blonde, no matter how bad Valentino’s meltdown became. He threw himself on the floor and pounded his fists.

“Santana, I’ll be right back. C’mon, Kitten.”

His mommy looked over at Santana apologetically, pulling him aside into his room and speaking to him quietly in her calm voice as he screamed.

“Cuppycake, are you not feeling good? Please don’t do this anymore. You’re making Mommy sad. I don’t like to see you crying. Show me those cute dimples again.”

Now he felt totally guilty and quieted down as she kept him anchored with her soft blue eyes. He tried to smile for her and couldn’t resist curving his lips upward when she tickled him, making one of her funny faces. When all else failed, she meowed at him as part of one of their usual silly games and he meowed back, then they both started to laugh.

“Sorry, Mommy. I didn’t mean to.”

“Dimples again! It’s okay to get sad sometimes but what’s really wrong, Kitten? Why are you feeling so upset today and being mean? That’s not like you.”

Val couldn’t help but let everything spill out.

“It’s supposed to be just me and you and now Santana is trying to steal you away! She’s just going to hurt you!”

“Is that what’s bothering you? No, Sweetie, it’s not like that. Don’t you worry about that. No one could ever steal me away from you. You don’t need to worry about protecting Mommy so much, okay? Let me protect you.”

Val eventually nodded and Mommy kissed all over his cheeks, making him giggle as she rubbed his back. She always knew how to calm him down and within a few seconds he felt much happier again. When they walked back into the living room holding hands, he saw Santana looking around at all of the furniture as if she was surprised by it all. The fat tabby cat in the corner swished his tail, his eyes narrowed when he saw the dark-haired woman. Santana walked over to let him sniff her hand.

“I see the fat guy’s the same as ever. Killed any mice lately?”

“Oh San, don’t say that. He’s been trying to get over his addiction.” Mommy giggled. Val gasped, his eyes going big and he rounded on Santana who jumped back in surprise.

“You know Tubbs?!”

“Oh yeah. We go way back, him and I. Looks like he gained even more weight but he still can’t stand me. I guess some things never change.”

Val felt his jealousy take over again as Santana sat down on the couch with Mommy beside her, resting her head on the shorter woman’s shoulder and looking at the black-haired woman with a lovestruck expression. He marched up to them, standing right in front of her to block her view of the TV and stared Santana down with the most menacing expression he could come up with. To his surprise, she didn’t give in and stared back at him.

“Oh we’re doing a staring contest, huh?”

“You’re not staying here! Me and Tubbs won’t let you!”

“Ha. Wanna bet?”

He didn't know what to say to that and couldn’t believe she stuck out her tongue at him again.

"I'm telling on you! Mommy, she's being mean!"

“Come on, you two. No fighting. You’re like fighting cats.” Mommy laughed as she picked him up and sat him beside her on the other side of the couch, kissing his cheek again and wrapping her other arm around him. She softly sang “Stop the violence” in a way that made both him and Santana, for some reason, laugh. He puffed out his cheeks, frustrated that he couldn’t seem to stop her from being all lovey dovey with Santana no matter what he did as Mommy only cuddled closer to that woman. She had no business laughing at Mommy's joke! Or cuddling with her! This was a great offense.

“Why do you know stop the violence?” He demanded. That was his Mommy’s joke; she always sang that to him whenever he was in an angry mood and it never failed to make both of them start giggling.

“Huh?” Santana sputtered for a long while and couldn’t seem to find an answer.

Val blinked up at Santana, noticing something odd the more he stared at her. She had the same eyes as his that were almost black in colour and they were shaped like his too. He had never seen anyone else besides him with those eyes. She also had two dimples just like his on her cheeks and those lines by her eyes and nose when she smiled that Mommy always loved so much on him.

“Mommy, why does she look so much like me?” He piped up, sitting up on the couch and staring at the dark-haired woman.

Santana nearly choked on the coffee drink she was sipping when he asked that. Both her and Mommy’s eyes went wide and they just looked at each other. They didn’t answer him for a really long time and he couldn't understand why they both started to panic. What was the big deal?

“Who wants ice cream?” Mommy asked and Valentino completely forgot about his question.

“Me! Me! I want chocolate!” He shouted. Mommy chuckled at his reaction.

“Uh, okay. Sure, Britt. Not too much for me, though.”

“You’re on a diet again?” Mommy smirked, rolling her eyes at the other woman. “That's so you. You can share mine with me.”

Val smiled when she kissed his cheek but was outraged when she kissed Santana sweetly on her cheek as well before skipping away to the kitchen, singing some happy song she made up. He and the Enemy were left alone, sitting on either side of the couch. Santana seemed terrified of him, especially when he started asking lots of questions again.