Brittana week|Day 1: Babies/Pregnancy
The boys sneaked into the house and hurried to the bathroom. They were covered in dust and dirt; they had bruises and cuts on their faces.
"Here, let me help you" the younger told his brother, cleaning the bruises on his cheek "Mamma won't be happy"
"Why?" a female voice asked from the door frame, both boys looked at their mother "What told you about fighting again?"
"But mamma it wasn't our fault!"
"Yeah, those boys at the park called us freaks and... and they said the 'd' word" the little boy explained.
Santana stared at her sons and sighed.
"Come here, let me clean that and then you need take a shower" she said going to get the first aid kid, they boys smiled triumphantly "Oh, and you're grounded for the rest of the month"
