Prologue

Santana was holding onto her average size box, hoping to God her stuff wouldn't fall out that instant. She would've been petrified if any of the neighbors saw the kind of toys she still had at her age. She slipped a little on the icy curb beneath and made shrieking sound, but she eventually recovered. Not in a very lady like matter, but recovered nevertheless. Finally she entered the big empty house, which was echoing at her footsteps.

"Go on Santana. We don't have all day to have you standing in the doorway, gaping at that!" Her older sister said sounding annoyed as she shoved her. Santana put her box down and guarded it, she wasn't going to let any of those movers touch it.

"Santana, go help your dad with more boxes." Her mother said but she frowned and sighed reluctantly. She looked at the box behind. Her mother sighed and said "I'll guard it, no one will be touching your stuffed animals."

"Mom! I don't have that many." she mumbled. She scrunched up her face, almost pouting and then stomped her feet, while she was heading outside. "It's mostly like toys, for older kids!"she mumbled, pronouncing the last part a little harder, but she doubted her mother heard or even cared what she was saying.

She approached the U-haul, in which her dad sat. She leaned her head sideways, questioning silently what he was doing. He had a flask in his hand, which he hid in his inside pocket when he saw she was standing next to him.

"Hey daddy." She smiled and he pushed a big box forward, he then waved with his hand meaning for her to take it. She looked at the big carton challenge before her, she squinted her eyes as she was trying to look determined. She hugged it, spreading her arms as far around as she could. She then put one leg against the U-haul and started pulling hard on it. When it finally came off, she didn't expect the volume to be that heavy. The possibility of not being able to carry it had crossed her mind but she really overestimated herself that time. It basically fell upon her, squishing her and making her lay there -with her legs and arms spread- like a star fish.

"Ugh." She groaned while trying to get it off her. She just slid it past her legs when her mom walked over to her, slightly aggravated.

"Sebastiàn." She said sounding displeased while her accent sounded thicker.
"Maribel?" He said sounding like he felt he hadn't done anything wrong. When her mother pointed to Santana, who was already brushing the snow of her butt, he answered with a shrug "She takes jujutsu."

"She's a little girl! Now get your ass out of that U-haul and help her." She said, her heels clicking on the part of the curb that weren't covered in snow. She heard her father groan as he pushed her aside a little and took the box. She breathed slowly, watching her breath condensate in this harsh winter breeze.

It was the sound of a wrench falling on what she could only presume to be a metal surface that guided her gaze elsewhere. She noticed that a few houses away they had a metal plate covering their driveway. She saw a scruffy white kid, a teenager more like hurrying off with a bike. What was even stranger was that the bike only had one wheel. 'What had he done with the other wheel? And how was he going to drive that?'

"He's stealing it." An angelic like voice said. She turned around and there was a blonde girl standing behind her with her arms crossed. She had a reindeer hat on and a big pink coat. She didn't realize that she was looking confused. Even though she was, it wasn't her intention to look it.

"Who are you?" Santana asked kind of disregarding what she first said to her.
"Quinn." She said smirking a little. She thought only teenagers could smirk like that, but here was a girl her age doing the same. If she'd smirk like that, her father would probably smack her ass for looking like a smartass. She considered her brave and smiled a little, trying to mimic her smirk.
"I'm Santana." She said trying to sound confident. She had been confident in the last town they were in. But this was Boston. She knew she needed to learn how to find her way here, and especially needed to know how she was going to rule this neighborhood. She seemed like a good ally, she seemed ballsy.

"How old are you?" She asked which she found kind of peculiar that that was her first question.
"I'm 9."she stated confidently. "How about you?"she said with a bit more attitude catching onto how she stood and handled herself.
"I'm 8." She stated making Santana smile. She somehow felt superior, because of her age. Silly really. "You just moved here." It wasn't a question. She was looking past Santana and she nodded.

"Yeah. So I guess I should be careful with my stuff around here." she stated remembering how this whole conversation started in the first place. She nodded, smiling sweetly. She was so funny, one minute she was acting all cocky with her smirk and now it was like she had an angel face on. She swiftly looked behind me and saw her mother standing in the doorway with her hand on her forehead. She squinted her eyes, watching the interaction between her and Quinn. She beckoned Santana into the house and she nodded.

"I got to go." she said waving a little. She entered the house with her mother's palm on her back.

"You shouldn't be talking to strangers."
"But I like her. Her name is Quinn." she said cheerfully. She frowned and sighed a little.
"You're a child, you make friends so easily. You could go off with anyone on the streets. How many times do I need to tell you? Don't talk to strangers, small or big. Okay, hija?"she sighed a little and nodded.
"Yes ma'm."

She ended getting busy with one of the boxes upstairs and she quickly ran to the window in the kitchen that gave a view on the street. She stretched herself on her toes and looked outside. She wasn't there anymore. Or wait, she was. She was drawing some pictures on a car, using her finger to spread the snow. She smiled. She didn't care the ends of her fingertips were starting to feel frozen by the cold window sill, she liked looking at her new friend. That was the first time she met Quinn Fabray and it wouldn't be the last.

Santana kissed the palm of the girl's hand while she closed her eyes. She looked perfect. She looked peaceful, even though the blonde would describe her hair as peed on straw. She smiled at her but it faltered just as easily. She shuffled her chair closer to where she was and held the girl's hand against her face.