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It had been 2 years since Santana had graduated, I'd been at MIT for a little over a year and a half but we'd all been called back to McKinley for a meeting with the new glee club. I decided I'd go after hearing Santana was going to be around, the only issue is that I hadn't seen her since we broke up.

I got ready, pulling on some blue pants and a T-shirt with a cat on it. I was convinced that Mr Schue would make us perform something so I put my hair in a tight ponytail and left for the school. I came back last minute so everyone knew I was going to be late.

I got to the school and nervously walked into the choir room, the place where Santana and I could sing to each other when talking just wasn't enough. I opened the door, hoping I wasn't interrupting anything but luckily for me everyone was just catching up.

I did a double take when I saw Santana, although she was gorgeous as ever, she looked absolutely exhausted. She had massive bags under her eyes and she looked like she hadn't slept in a month. She wasn't wearing her usual tight fitting clothes, wearing a sweater and jeans instead. Warily I made my way over to her.

"Hey." I sat down, I used to know everything about her and now we almost felt like strangers. That didn't change the feeling in my heart when I sat next to her. I still loved this girl and I couldn't change that.

"Hi." She smiled.

"What's been going on with you?" I asked, wanting to know what I missed out on. "San I miss you." I sighed, making sure nobody was listening or watching "I'm only here because you are. I don't know what to say..." I trailed off, leaning forward and kissing her lips. It was an instinctive reaction. She didn't pull away for a couple of seconds.

"Britt I can't." She whispered, playing with the ring on her thumb. She was about to say something when a cry erupted from the other side of the room.

Santana got up and ran towards it, scooping the little girl out of Quinn's lap. I was so distracted by Santana that I hadn't even noticed the baby in the room.

"Hey there Addie." She whispered, rocking the little one. "Mommy's here shhhh." She soothed the little girl who almost instantly calmed down.

Santana called herself mommy... my mind was racing. Santana was a mom? Is this why she couldn't be with me? She's moved on so much that she's started a family with someone else and I'm sat here pathetically and hopelessly in love with her.

"This is Adelaide." She smiled a bit, the little girl obviously gave Santana so much joy. "Adelaide Sofía Lopez." She smiled and the tiny girl clapped, sitting in Santana's lap, her back against her chest.

"You have a baby?" I asked, I had so many questions. I couldn't believe it.

"I got in a dark place after we broke up." Santana took a deep breath, I had no clue where this was heading.

"I met a guy and I guess I turned back into what I was in high school. He wasn't the best, we did a lot of drugs together, we got high a lot, did a lot of the wrong things." She took a deep breath, I could tell she was crying. "Britt I didn't want to be with him but I was so alone. I was so scared of being alone. I didn't live at home anymore and I messed up so badly when I broke up with you. I lost you. I lost my one true love." She was sobbing at this point. "He forced me into it. It wasn't his fault, I guess one night I was just too out of it to say no. It hurt so badly, it tore my life apart..." I looked at Santana and then Adelaide. They looked pretty much identical, Addie was a gorgeous little girl, she had fluffy dark brown hair and huge brown eyes, she was the happiest person I'd ever seen. "Nine months later, little Add came into the world. Her da- um, the man who um- he- , he um- he doesn't want to be around her. He only wanted sex. He never cared, he didn't care that he hurt me, that he ruined me. He doesn't care that he has a daughter... really, now, it's just the two of us." She tried to smile a little when she said it but just ended up crying softly, Addie was blabbering to herself.

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