*SANTANA MILLER*
It’s been a week since Brian got out from the hospital we haven’t talked at all. It’s either he would be sleeping from those meds or he’s been outside looking at nowhere to no one. I don’t know how to approach him especially when Bret and mom is around. It has been awkward and silent ever since the day that Bret found out about the relationship that Brian and I had.
“Mom…I’m sorry.” I told mom when we had some time alone together.
“Honey… you don’t have to, I truly understand you.” She said holding my hands.
“I shouldn’t have done that… It was my fault mom.”
“Shhh, honey… you know that I will always be here for you. I was at fault too you know.” She said with a comforting smile.
“No mom…”
She cut me off. “Santana, I already know that something is going on with you a
