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SANTANA'S POV

"Madam, as I said, I need to talk to your husband-"

"Ex-husband."

"Yes, soon-to-be ex-husband. But in order to sign those papers, I still need to talk to Mr. Puckerman."

"But for whatever reason, if I want a divorce, you have a duty to execute!" I raise my voice.

"Madam, calm down, there's no need to get upset. I'll give you the divorce papers but as I told you, Mr. Pucker-"

"I understand that! But I want the proceedings to begin as soon as possible." This person inssuades me. "When a person wants to divorce, you have an obligation to do so, not to wait for the opinion of both spouses. This is nonsense!" I'm right, aren't I?

It has been about two months since the incident with Blaine and we have not heard from Noah. I am sleeping at home with Marcos and things are pretty much back to normal between the two of us. Things between Quinn and I are still going well. She loves me and I love her, that's what matters.

"And for what reasons do you want a divorce?"

"No more love between us."

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"No more love?! You're divorcing because there's no more love and not because of domestic violence?"

"Sweetheart, I told you I don't want to go to court with a lawyer and stuff. I don't want any problems, just a divorce." I said, taking her by the waist. "A procedure will take too long. And then no more love is the truth. Ever since I met you, I've realized there's no more love between me and him." I said, looking her straight in the eyes. A comfortable silence settles between the two of us. No one speaks, we just look at each other lovingly in the eyes. "I love you."

"I lov-" She was immediately interrupted by the door of the hall opening on my son. I moved away from her instantly. It had been like this for several weeks now. As soon as she finished work at school, she would come to my house and we would cuddle until Marcos came home. I know he knows there is something going on between me and her, but I haven't had the audacity to talk about it with him yet. He has tried several times to tell me about his father but I always change the subject and vice versa. It's been a couple of months since he saw me get hit by that scumbag. We really need to put our pride aside one day.

"Hey." He said as he took off his shoes and jacket.

"Hello Marcos." Says the blonde. "Bab- I mean Santana, I'm going home-"

"No need. You don't always have to leave when I get home." I opened my eyes wide at that while he gently walked to the kitchen. "By the way mom. I'd like to have someone over for dinner tomorrow night, is that okay?"

"...Of course!" I said surprised again and mostly happy. Quinn looks at me with a huge smile too.

"Will you help me make dinner? I'd like to make her a typical Mexican dish." At her, Quinn and I looked at each other again, I wanted to jump into her arms so badly. My son has a girlfriend... And he wants to introduce me to her! I really hope she is serious with him and doesn't break his heart. "Um... Miss Fabray you can come too, if you want of course."

"I'll be there with pleasure." She smiles. "And please Marcos call me Quinn."

"Cool, mom will tell you what time to come." He says before heading to his room. I then turn back to Quinn, still with a huge smile on my face.

"I'm so happy." She grabs me by the waist and gives me a soft kiss.

"I love you." She says.

"I love you more."

"It's not possible because I love you more."

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"Good evening, Mrs. Puckerman. I'm Hanna." Greets me a young blonde with blue eyes. Very pretty, you have good taste mijo. I prefer not to pay attention to the Mrs. Puckerman.

"Nice to meet you Hanna, please call me Santana." As soon as Marcos takes off his girlfriend's jacket, the doorbell rings again. It's probably my darling. I'll open and it's her. "Hey love." I give her a quick kiss after checking that Marcos has returned. "He went out of his way to make a good meal so you better not have eaten anything before coming. There is a starter, main course and dessert. All homemade." I say boastingly as I enter the main room with her.

"Hi Quinn-"

"Miss Fabray?" Hanna exclaims with surprise. "Um sorry, good evening." The blonde smiles and says hello to them. My son whispers something in her ear, probably to explain why she is here. The two of them went to sit on the couch while I went with Quinn to the kitchen.

"I've never seen you in this dress before." I put my hands around her hips.

"Don't you like it?" She asked with a little concern in her eyes. I smiled and kissed her tenderly on the lips. I would never get tired of doing this.

"It suits you perfectly." I lower my hands gently to her bottom before squeezing it gently. "It enhances it." She laughs at this and blushes. So cute. The sound of the oven bell was heard, so I detached myself from her and brought the dishes back to the table. "So Hanna, since you know Miss Fabray, I assume you go to the same high school as Marcos?" I began the conversation once each of the plates were filled.

"Absolutely." She says. "We used to have classes together in freshman year." The rest of the evening went great. We got to know Hanna who turned out to be a very nice and funny girl. I hope my son doesn't suffer too much because of her.

My life is finally becoming normal.