It's been about ten years since Santana and Brittany graduated high school. They did move to New York, Santana went to NYU, as Brittany went to Julliard for dance. Santana didn't exactly become the doctor everyone thought she was going to be. Instead she went to the physical therapy wing. She thought that helping people back on her feet was more rewarding than anything. She saw a lot of athletes come through the doors and she made it her mission to get them back to where they were.

Brittany is now a chorographer. That was no shocker to anyone. She mostly had her own dance studio; she liked to work with teenagers. She found that they had the most passion for dance then anyone she's ever met. Although, she did help with some musical productions, but she preferred her dance studio.

The two high school sweethearts got married right after they finished college. They just knew that they were perfect for each other. I mean come on they were Santana and Brittany for gods sake. They were meant to spend the rest of their lives together. They were meant to face the world together as a united front. They were planning on adopting a child soon. They wanted to make a kids life happier. That's what they really wanted, to give a kid hope, love, and a chance to reach their dream.

Santana walked into her physical therapy office and went straight to the office her and other physical therapist shared. Today was mostly an average day for her. She only had one new patient. She was slightly nervous to meet the nine year old girl, but she was also excited to help her get better. She went through her regular schedule day until three o'clock came and she had to go to the waiting room to meet her new client.

She walked out to the room and read off her clipboard. "Katie James?" She searched the room for a nine year old and spotted one in the corner of the room sitting quietly. Her arm was in sling. Apparently the charts said that she had to get shoulder surgery. The small girl walked towards Santana with her head hung low, avoiding eye contact with the older girl.

They walked back to Santana's section of the office and she had the girl hop onto one of the tables. Since the girl was rather small she had to help the nine year old. The task was quite difficult , Santana didn't want to harm the girls shoulder.

"Hi honey, I'm Santana." The Latina greeted softly. She didn't want to scare the girl. She noticed she was shy and Santana could understand why. "Is your Mother here with you?"

"No Ma'am" The girl barley whispered out.

"You can just call me Santana sweetie. No need to be formal. We're friends." The smaller girl nodded her head and kept her gaze on the Latina's shoes. "Why don't you tell me how you got yourself in this situation, while I get you out of this sling?"

Katie hesitated for a slight second. Santana thought it was interesting how such a young girl could already have so many trust issues.

"I fell down some stairs. It hurts lots and the doctor said he hads to fix it." The girl mumbled out still avoiding eye contact. She didn't know if she had let to much on of her story. She wasn't supposed to talk about what happened.

Santana got the girl out of her sling, and had to strain to hear the smaller girl because she was speaking so softly. "Hermosa can you look at me when you speak?" Santana requested softly. "I'm here to help you, you don't have to be afraid."

Katie once again to a moment to herself before meeting the older girls eyes. She then repeated the story about how she got her. Santana found her lips the most adorable thing ever.

"Okay Katie here is what I have to do to make your shoulder not hurt anymore. I just have to first stretch it out. It's really tight from being held still so much, once we stretch it how about we play a game okay?" The nine year old simply nodded and lied back on the table per her physical therapist request.

Santana was trying to be as gentle as possible but it still hurt the younger girl. Katie closed her eyes tight. This hurt more then the actual accident she thought to herself. Trying to distract herself she ask Santana softly, "What does Hermosa mean?"

The Latina smiled down at her, "I don't know, you didn't look at me when you asked." She gently reminded the girl of her simple request at the start of the session. The girl opened her eyes with great strain and Santana stopped her movements so the girl could as her again. "It means beautiful in Spanish."

The rest of their session was full of quite questions from the younger girl and Santana working on her arm. They only had to stop twice because it hurt Katie too much. When they finished their session Santana looked back to the clear wall which behind was the waiting room. "Katie is your mother here yet?"

The girl looked at where the older girl was looking at and shook her head. "Not yet Tana" Katie used her new nick name for the girl. She still didn't feel completely comfortable around Santana but she thought maybe she could trust her, in time."

"Okay sweetie why don't you go out and wait for her, when she comes you just come back and tell me." She said to the girl who nodded and hung her head down low just like she did when she came in. Something was off about this situation, thought Santana.

Katie sat in that waiting room until around 6:30. Santana was packing up her stuff getting ready to head out and then realized that Katie never came back to say that she was leaving. She looked back to the front of the office and saw the girl sitting there looking sadder than ever. She quickly made her way to her new patient. "Honey where's your mother?"

Katie simply shrugged her shoulders and focused on her hands which she found oddly interesting. They never seemed so interesting until this moment when she was desperately trying to avoid the eye contact with the adult in front of her.

Santana kneeled in front of her and took her hands, "look at me Hermosa." When the girl didn't she grabbed her face gently, "Do you know where she is, or any family of that matter?" the girl shook her head. Katie felt her tears coming down her face, she didn't want to cry but she just wanted her mommy, who would never come to her daughters calls. "Don't cry Hermosa." San wiped the tears with the pads of her thumb.

The 26 year old whipped out her phone and hit speed dial two, she waited and on the third ring her favorite sound answered her. "Hey S, are you almost home?" The blonde whined a little bit at the end.

Santana smiled at the sound of her wife's voice, "I'm sorry B, but I might be home a little bit later something came up and Its really important."

Sensing something was very serious Brittany got serious and asked her, "Do you want me to meet you at the office?"

"Could you?"

"Of course San, I'll be there in like ten minutes."

"Thanks B, I love you." She hung up her phone and went to the front desk. "Do you any number for Katie? Her mother isn't here to get her, we can't leave her."

The secruitary looked through the computer files for about five minutes and looked up at San with regretful eyes. "Sorry, there's really nothing here."

Frustrated she looked back at the nine year old who was having an emotional breakdown in the chair. She took her spot back in front of the girl and spoke in a calm voice that she never had back in high school. "It's okay Hermosa you don't need to cry. I'll figure something out."

The tiny girl moved forward and surprised San when she wrapped her good arm around her neck and held onto her for dear life. Returning the hug she wrapped her arms around her petite waste. That's when Brittany walked in.

"Santana?" she question.

"I don't know Brittsticks, I really don't know."