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SANTANA'S POV

"Hello sister-in-law! It's so nice to see you again!" Her stupid hypocritical smile would be seen a mile away.

"Hello Rachel..." I said. She walked past me and examined the entrance and living room, which led directly to the entrance. I sighed and turned around when I heard suitcases approaching me.

"Oh hello Santana." Said her fucking husband as he walked towards me. "It's been a long time since we've seen." Said he with his fucking smirk. This one can sometimes be even more of a pain in the ass than his dwarf chick. Speaking of the devil, she came to us.

"Come on honey! Get the bags in." So they're sleeping here... Great. What better way to add to my life? "Where is Marcos?"
She asked as she sat on the couch crossing her weasel legs. "I brought his birthday present. When is his birthday again?" She asks, still scanning every corner of the room. I bet she bought him something related to Judaism. Noah and I had never forced Marcos to be anything, Jewish or Christian. It's his opinion and it's up to him. But I suppose Rachel doesn't feel the same way.

"In five days." They will stay there for more than five days! Am I cursed or what?

"Okay. Honey, take the bags up to the guest room." He immediately went upstairs without even asking me. But it's completely inappropriate what they do. "Tonight we're taking Marcos out to dinner." That will give me a vacation. Having seen their faces for even twenty minutes already infuriates me.

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It had been about twenty minutes since they had all left for the restaurant and since then I had been sitting on my couch staring at my phone thinking. Marcos hasn't spoken to me since I got home this morning and Quinn hasn't sent me a message. These two people mean everything to me and I still manage to disappoint them, all the time. I love the blonde. More than my husband. But just thinking about it, I think it's horrible of me. Then why can't I find the courage to be with her. I don't see what's holding me back because what I feel for her is mutual.

I don't want to be with Noah anymore. I wasted my time with him, thinking about it, I don't think I've ever been happier with him than I have with Quinn in the last few months. When I'm with the blonde, I'm on cloud nine, my heart beats fast because I love her and not because I'm afraid she'll get her hands on me, like Noah often did to me.

I'm not going to deny that I don't love Noah, I still have something for him. He is still my husband and we have a son together. But what's the point of being with someone who doesn't make you happy when there's another person waiting for you with open arms who loves you as much as you love her. Just thinking about that makes me smile. I love Quinn and she loves me back but I just feel like I made fun of her...

So I took my phone and opened the message application.

S: I feel so bad about it. Please forgive me Quinn, I want to move on with you. But I'm scared, I'm sorry...😔

Yesterday my son invited me to his game and Quinn and I kissed. It was too good to be true. It was the calm before the storm, I can't be happy for long. I have to arrange everything with her and Marcos. After many thoughts, I still don't understand how he could have known about Quinn and me, it's not possible.

Before Quinn, it was like that. The quiet in the house, having nothing to do because I've done all the cleaning, not having to make food because there's no one there... I clearly don't know how I've made it this far without anyone. It's a good thing my son didn't talk to me for a while before he met Quinn. I mean, I was alone like I am tonight, only a few months. And I don't want that to happen again. I have an idea! Let's invite Mary and Dwight, Sam's parents. I could make them a Mexican specialty tomorrow night and then Marcos will be happy with my effort and- Oh, but there are those two jokers from Rachel and Jesse. They'll scare them away, I'm sure. That Rachel is happy with my misfortune. I leave it until my son's birthday, then I kick it out. That's what I would like to do but I can't.
I seriously don't understand why this woman - dwarf - is so horrible to me.
It's a good thing she lives far away, I honestly couldn't stand to have her and her crappy husband so close. This midget is so paranoid, she would have been able to follow me just by running my errands. And I'm sure if she could, she would put cameras in my house. She's so selfish, I don't know what's holding her back.

In fact, I think tomorrow I'm going shopping. I think I'm going to buy a basketball jersey and shorts for my son for his birthday. And I have another idea, he's always asked me since he was little but Puck never agreed. I have four more days to think about it, but I think my mind is made up.

I'm just going to go take a shower and try to stop thinking about them when I go to bed.