A New Life

22.

(Santana's POV)

"...You've got to be fucking kidding me..." This is not what I ordered!!!! "Hey, is Brittany here?" I cannot believe this, I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS!!!!!!!! "What are you doing here?" I ask Jax. "I need to see Brittany." he says, with no further explanation. "You know it's Christmas right?" I say sarcastically. "Please Santana, I don't want trouble. I just need to talk to Brittany." he says almost pleading with me. "I really don't think it's a good idea-" before I can finish my sentence I am being cut off by three very excited young children bounding towards the unwanted guest in my doorway. "Hey guys! Merry Christmas" Jax, looking clearly emotional bends down and embraces all three of my kids in his arms, holding and squeezing them as if he life depended on it, they look just as happy to see him as he does them.

"Jax..?" the small and frail voice of Brittany appears behind me, the look of total shock on her face indicates to me that she had absolutely no idea he was about to turn up. "Hey Britt..." he tries to step forward to hug her but she shuffles back slightly, the hurt imminent on his face. "You need to go" I can hear by the slight quiver in Brittany's voice that she is trying to hold her emotions back. "Please...I flew all the way here to talk to you." Jax pleads once more. "Talk about what? You said everything you needed to say." Britt says standing her ground. "About the baby" he concedes. "Oh this baby?" she says, pointing to her very pregnant belly. "The baby you told me you didn't want anything to do with? That one." she says overly exaggerating her point towards her stomach. "I-I was scared okay?" Jax says, taking a step closer to the threshold of my apartment. "You were scared!? Imagine how I felt, when the guy I love told me he wanted nothing to do with his baby, his second chance of being a father...I-I can't do this." Britt swiftly turns on her heels and walks off in tears towards her bedroom.

Jax goes to take a step to go after her. "Woah there..." I say putting my hand out in front of him to stop him coming any further. "I don't know what the fuck is going on between the two of you and frankly, I don't give a tiny rats ass. But I cannot be dealing with a second gatecrasher on Christmas. So crawl back to whatever hotel you have checked into, give it a day or two and try to talk to her. But don't ever...and I mean ever turn up at my apartment uninvited again when I have my family here. Something you are not a part of." Before another word can be shared I have closed the door. I instantly feel a little guilty for being so rude, but I cannot deal with anymore drama, when my Papi gets hold of this he will hit the roof. Plus...I have no idea what was going on with him and Britt and this baby, but obviously it's deep and troublesome. But it has to wait for another day.

"Mija who was that?" My mother asks, not seeming too distracted by the visitor. "Excuse me a moment." I swiftly walk through the living area, ignoring my mother's question and head right to Britt's bedroom. She might not want to talk to Jax about what just happened, but it's Christmas Day, this is my house so you can bet I am going to make her explain to me what the fuck is going on!!!

(Brittany's POV)

Santana is going to kill me...not only have I intruded on Christmas, now Jax is here...in London and just showed up on Santana's door step. I quickly start chucking my things back into my case as I know Santana will just shout and kick me out for ruining her first Christmas here. "Brittany" I hear the strong voice of Santana's behind me in my room. "I know, I know, I am leaving don't worry" I say continuing to chuck my stuff into my case, not looking at her. "What are you doing?" she asks, but I still don't turn around and look at her. "I am leaving, I have ruined Christmas as it is and now this." I throw down the last of my clothes before burying my head in my hands in tears. "Why is he here? I thought you ended it?" Santana's isn't going to be leaving this room anytime soon, she wants an explanation. It's the least I can give her I suppose.