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SANTANA'S POV

I was sure of it. Happiness is strictly not eternal. Tonight I'm supposed to have dinner with my son, who talks to me every third month, and then the woman I'm sure I've fallen in love with invites me to her house for dinner with her friends. This meeting at the supermarket gave me a blow to the heart because when they left, the alleged "Emily" took her by the arm and I hate that. I know it's only been two weeks since we last spoke but it's still Quinn and Quinn is not just anyone. Quinn is the girl I love and I think I lost her because I'm fucking stupid.

She sent me her message an hour ago and I have been thinking about it for a long time. It's almost eight o'clock and I haven't even finished making the meal my son wants.

Mijo to Mama: do you mind if sam comes to eat? he got into a fight with his parents

Mama to Mijo: No problem, as far as I remember he liked my recipe too when he was young

I definitely need to text Quinn and tell her I can't make it until it's too late and she's waiting for me. But I want to see her again so bad and get her away from that bitch. Or I can just call her. I want to hear her voice again and I'll pull her away from that Emily shit for a few moments. I'm sure they're together right now.

I took my phone and pressed the name of my beloved. After two rings, she finally answered me.

"Hello." Her voice is so fucking sexy. But wait, I just realized something. I did this without thinking! Ok don't panic Santana. Just answer her. "San-"

"Hey Quinn! I missed you." She laughs softly. Seriously? That's the only thing you could say? "I mean, how have you been lately?"

"I missed you too, San. I missed you a lot. And I'm doing pretty good, how about you?" Better since I saw you again. A million times better since I heard your voice again today.

"Well, it's great that you are doing good." A light silence settled between us until I heard a female laughter in the background on the phone. It makes me so mad. I just want to stop this damn recipe and get to the blonde's house quickly to shut that bitch up. "I hate her..." I huffed in displeasure without realizing it.

"What did you say?" She asks me. I'm sure I'm as red with anger as I am with embarrassment right now.

"N-Nothing. I called to tell you I couldn't come to dinner." I said quickly.

"Oh..." She said softly. I'm pretty sure she's disappointed. So she really wanted to see me and not just ask me out of politeness. How silly of me! It is not by disappointing her that I will move things forward with her! "It... It doesn't matter. W-We could do something together another day?"

"Absolutely!" I replied in no time. Damn, I really want to see her so bad. I would even... like to kiss her. "Quinn?"

"Yes..?" She answers hesitantly.

"I could come f-for dessert." I said. "If you don't mind, of course."

"Yay!" She cleared her throat. My smile immediately returned to my face when I heard her reaction, because it was gone when I heard the laughter of this bitch. "I-I mean yes. Great. I'll wait for you then."

"Good." I laughed. The front door opened to two familiar laughs. Shit, I didn't even put the pie on to warm up. "I've got to go. I'll see you later." She whispered her goodbyes and I hung up.

"Good evening Santana! When Marcos told me you were making your famous tortilla I jumped on my bike to get here as fast as possible." Exclaims my son's friend as he takes off his jacket while Marcos went to the fridge.

"Hey Sam." I smile putting the final touch on my meal. "That's good to hear." My son poured himself and Sam a glass of soda while talking sports over and over. These two agree on everything except one thing. Marcos supports the Lakers team but Sam supports the Chicago Bulls. When they were younger, my son didn't talk to him for a week because the yellow team lost to the red team.

"I have to get my revenge at the basket shooting on the console. This time I'm going to beat you."

"Sam," Laughs the dark-haired. "You don't stand a chance against me."

"Wanna bet?" Sam challenged him.

"Okay boys you can go make it now, I'll call you when it's ready." I told them while I tried on the couch and turned on the TV. They headed for the stairs, still debating which player was better.

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"It was very good! As usual!" Exclaims the blond. So I did well to make two, they practically ate one each. As for me, I was not very hungry, I ate two parts and it was enough for me. I just want to go run to Quinn's now. "I have a full belly. I can't move." My son and I laugh at his remarks.

"You're looking for an excuse not to get beaten again in video games." Marcos said softly with a smirk as he walked to the fridge. "Mama," I looked up at the clock on the wall that read 8:41pm. I hope Quinn hasn't been waiting for me for a long time and that they are still eating. "do you want a tiramisu? Sam's mom made one earlier and she gave some away."

"Um no thanks, I'm not very hungry. I did a lot of snacking while making the recipe you two degloved." I smiled as I cleared the plates.

"Okay." He said. Sam helped me clear the plates and then the two of them went up to the room.

"Mijo?" I called out to him. He turned and looked at me. "I'm going to a friend's house, I won't be home late." He nodded and followed his friend. As for me, I went to my room to make myself look better, put on my shoes and my coat and went to my blonde's house.