Little Ghouls | Glee

54 | Pasta Powers

54 | Pasta Powers

Manhattan, New York

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Authors Note:

For the safety of not losing another book, this will be marked as complete. I've lost six books from Wattpad and I refuse to lose another. This book is still in the works and will be updated around my schedule. Thank you for your understanding and patience.

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Santana walked out of her bedroom earlier than normal, hoping to start breakfast for the kids while she waits for a call from Quinn. It's been too long since they last heard of any updates from the police or their partner, and Santana could see Grace and Brittany growing impatient. She wanted to ensure them all would be fine, but her deep fear of being wrong and lying to them kept her from committing to comforting her girls.

The woman paused halfway to the kitchen when she spotted a pile of blankets under their dining room table. She gently brushed her hair over her shoulders and sank down to her knees beside old boy Blue's head.

She ran her fingers through the graying dog's fur before sliding them through Georgie's messy cascade of fire along the living room pillow.

"Hey, Mija." She whispered, gently shaking Georgie's shoulder. "Jo-Jo, babe? Why are you under the table?"

Santana's concern grew when her daughter moved her head enough to see a forming bruise on her face. She sat up, nearly slamming her head into the underside of the table, as she grabbed the dog's collar to carefully tug him from covering her daughter's black eye.

"Georgianna!" she hissed. "What the fuck happened to your face?"

The redhead blinked for a moment. A sleepy look in her eyes washed away and filled with fear, then relief once her eyes adjusted to Santana's gaze through the rising sun of the front room. Her lip quivered, and she squeaked with fright once more.

"I hit on someone's girlfriend." Georgie's wet lashes fluttered. "Her boyfriend didn't like it."

"Oh, yeah?" Santana scoffed. "Well, her boyfriend isn't gonna like when your daddy goes down there and kicks his ass."

Georgie groaned as Santana grabbed her face again. She pushed up from the ground and let her mother examine the depths of her bruising. She leaned into her touch and closed her eyes, giving the woman a full view of her darkening features.

"Your mothers are going to choke at the sight of you." Santana groaned, pulling back from her child's bruising when Georgie whimpered and flinched at her touch. "Did you get hit in the head? Do you feel dizzy?"

"No." Georgie sighed. "Just embarrassed."

"Embarrassed?" Santana chuckled and sat completely on the ground. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Grace and Brittany weren't listening in. "Did you punch him back at least?"

Georgie looked down.

"You didn't punch him back?" Santana's eyes widened. "What did we talk about? You need to defend yourself."

"No, he... he pulled my pants down."

Santana's playful smile melted away. She suddenly understood why Georgie's lip was trembling. The distinct fear in her eyes was something she'd never gotten from the redhead. Her spunky little baby had never imagined being on this end of the teasing.