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SANTANA'S POV

"Oh yes you're cute." I petted my dog. For his birthday, I decided to give Marcos a dog. He is so cute. He is a black Golden Retriever and Marcos and I love him. I waited for my son to give him a name but he didn't want to, he was ashamed I think, we are really strange when we are teenagers. So I decided to name him after his blanket when he was little. "Careful with your nails, Vegas. I cut it for you only a few days ago, I don't understand how they grow so fast!"

"Mama?" My heart missed a beat. I turned around and saw my son standing at the stairs. Did he really just call me mama? I don't even know the last time he called me that. He usually doesn't call me, he just tells me what he wants. "I'm going to pick up Vegas, I'm going to Sam's." I smiled at my son as the little puppy wanted to jump off the couch.

"Whoa, watch out I tell you." He's not even a month old. He runs around and barks all the time with his little voice. I put him down on the floor and he hurried to my son, who immediately took him in his arms and hugged him. I am so happy right now. I mean, I wish I was happier with one person in particular, but my son is my priority right now. We still haven't talked about what he said to me last time, but I'll wait for the right time. "Are you eating at home tonight?" I asked.

"Yes. And uh..." He looked away, scratching the back of his neck. I don't know if my smile can stretch any further than it is now. "Could you cook... you know- cook a potato tortilla like you used to...?"

"I'll even make you two. You liked it so much as a kid, I bet one wouldn't be enough for you now." I smiled at him as I got up and went into the kitchen. I heard him murmur a small thank you and he left the house with Vegas.

And here I am. Every time I find myself alone, my thoughts return to the same person. It's been two weeks since the incident, and there is not a moment in the day when I don't think about her.

We didn't talk, we didn't text. And it's horrible. I miss her smile, her face. I just miss her.

I want to send her a message but I don't dare. I'm afraid, afraid that she's moved on when it was clearly me who made her understand to move on. I can't do it for myself, and I don't think I'll be able to do it any time soon. Anyway, the good news is that the hobbit left the same night as Marcos' birthday. He didn't say anything to me but I could clearly see the relief on his face. Oh and I was right, she did buy him a bracelet with the Star of David.

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I went to do some shopping to take my mind off things. But I think it's a miss, because right there at the end of the store shelf is Quinn and a brunette girl. They are laughing and look very close. The blonde apparently didn't see me because she turns to the other one. But wait- I've seen that face before. It's the same girl I saw at her birthday party and saw again at the restaurant when I was with Noah. Shit, but who is this? We never talked about her. And seeing how close they are right now, I feel like they've known each other for a long time or they're just.. More than friends? It hurts me to see that. How stupid can I be, I'm sure she's moved on and I'm nothing to her anymore. What's so special about me after all? I'm just the mother of a student at the high school where she works.

Shit, I want to see and hear her. And especially to get her away from this woman she's laughing with.

I walked towards them with my shopping cart where some ingredients were resting that I had just put in. Upon seeing me, Quinn turned to me and immediately walked away from the brunette. Her laughter stopped and she looked at me, not knowing what to do so I smiled gently at her, which she did in return. I love it when she smiles at me, just for me.

"Hey." She said to me shyly, it seems that she was embarrassed. Maybe I was bothering her?

"Hey Quinn." Our eyes were simply inked between them. Nothing else existed around, it was just the two of us. I missed her beautiful hazel eyes so much. I just want to hold her in my arms right now. Unfortunately, her friend scraped her throat and my blonde turned her face away.

"Um... San, this is Emily. She-"

"I'm her girl friend." She smiles. Her girl friend? I don't like this girl.

"Yes... And um, Emily, this is Santana. She's my-"

"Her girl friend, too." I smiled back. Forced smile, of course. I'm sure this girl isn't just her girl friend. Damn, I don't have to be fucking jealous. Quinn and I are nothing. Just friends. "How are you doing?" I turned to the blonde. Just an hour ago, I felt ashamed to send him a message and now, here I am, talking to her as if we had seen each other yesterday and that I had the right to be jealous.

"Not too bad." She says to me while lowering her eyes. How stupid I can be, we haven't spoken for two weeks and I come to see her as if nothing had happened. I'm a fucking idiot. "You?" She asks me, while I was still admiring her wonderful princess face.

"Fine." Of course I'm fine since I saw you again. I am literally almost over the moon. But I would just like to be with you, and not with each other besides you and me. I don't just want to be with you here but... I want to be with you all the time. I want to belong to you and I want you to belong to me.