Heartbrake (Demi Lovato/Santana Lopez)

Chapter 6

Earlier that evening . . .

Santana and the kids were finishing up dinner.  The kids were excited because Santana had promised them a “make your own sundae” night prior to practicing for their song for the charity event.  Santana had even made some chocolate chip cookies.  The chocolately goodness scent from the fresh baked cookies drifted through the air.

“Okay kiddos, line up and let’s get this party started.”  The kids scrambled to form a line each one vying to be first.  “Easy there.  No one needs to get hurt over a sundae.”

“I was first.” said Gabby.

“You were not.” said Sofia.

“Was to.” said Gabby.

“Stop.  No one is going to get anything if you guys continue to fight.  Now, Sofia, let your little sister go first.”

“But, Mom.” said Sofia pouting and crossing her arms.

“No buts.”

Sofia was not happy, but did as her mother told her and let her little sister go first.  Santana helped each one of them create their ultimate sundae overflowing with a variety of toppings.  The fighting from earlier subsided as everyone started to dig into their creations.

Santana heard her phone start ringing and grabbed it from the counter.  Demi’s picture flashed across her phone.  Santana picked it up and answered.

“Hey you.  What’s up?  Wait – aren’t you supposed to be at Wilmer’s right now?”

“I . . . I . . .  he . . .” Demi felt the tears start flowing again.

“Demi, what’s wrong?  What happened?  Are you ok?”

“No . . .  he  . . . he . . . cheated . . .” Demi stammered as she began to cry uncontrollably.

Santana walked out of the kitchen and into her office.  “He WHAT???  That asshole!  I’m gonna kick his ass.  Give me his address and I swear I will go over and beat the living crap out of him.” said Santana fuming.

“No . . .  Santana . . .” said Demi still crying.

“Look.  You are coming to my house – right now.  Can you drive?  Do you need me to come get you?”

“Uh . . . Ok . . . I can drive.” said Demi whose tears had slowed down somewhat.

“I’m texting you my address right now.  We have all the fixings for sundaes and I baked chocolate chip cookies as well.  Also, I think I have just the thing to get your mind off that piece of shit.”

“I’m really not that hungry.”

“We’ll see about that.  Just wait until you see the spread.  There is no way that you will be able to resist my cookies.  They are still warm.  Just come on over but drive safely.  If you need me to come get you, just say the word.”

“No . . . thanks, Santana.  I can drive.  I’ll be over soon.  And, San?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks” whispered Demi.

“You’re welcome.  Now get your ass over here so we can get you cheered up!”

“Ok.  Bye, Santana.”

“Bye.”

Demi’s mouth curled ever so slightly on one side.  Relief washed over here knowing that Santana was home and that she didn’t have to head back to her condo right away.  She just didn’t want to be alone right now.