Alright so this is either going to be a Pezberry or Faberry story, at this point I'm actually not sure. It's AU because of the Fabray twins and because Quinn doesn't get pregnant. I don't know what I'm doing anymore, just tell me what you guys think. I just wanted to get all the POVS in this first chapter; I can't promise the other chapters will be this long. Enjoy.

Santana's POV

"Quinn! Calm the fuck down!" I grabbed her shoulders and slammed her back up against the locker. She hadn't stopped freaking out since we got in here, the whole point of being in here in the first place was to get away from everyone. She'd been freaking out since lunch, I don't know what happened, one minute I was taking a bite of my sandwich and the next Quinn had slammed her fist down on the table.

We'd had moments like this. All the time actually. It would be different if Brittany was here, I mean here right now, Quinn would've softened up. Quinn knew she didn't have to bullshit with me, I could take the heat, but Brittany can't.

I'm her best friend, and that should be all the matters. In moments like this though, when I don't know how I can help or what I can do, none of that seems to matter.

"It just pisses me off so much! Dammit!" She slammed her fist into the locker behind her and went to do it again when I grabbed her wrist to stop her. If I knew what the fuck she was even talking about then I'd be able to help.

"So you gonna break your hand and get your ass kicked off the Cheerios?" I yelled.

"Wouldn't that be something? Perfect head cheerleader falls to her demise. I'd do it out of spite and you know I would." She had that look in her eyes. It was something I noticed when we were younger. When she was determined, she was ruthless, and when she was ruthless, her eyes darkened.

"You're talking crazy. Fuck if I know what you're even talking about. You wouldn't drop your status anyway…not even out of spite." Quinn shrugged her shoulders and sat down on the bench lying between the two sets of lockers. I sat down next to her and thought for a moment. "What's your deal?"

"Puck." There it was. One fucking syllable and it all comes crashing down for her. They weren't together, they didn't have to be, but…it's complicated. "He doesn't look at me, not anymore."

"I thought you didn't like him Quinn." I said. "And even if you do…get the fuck over it." I had to be harsh, especially now. People around school had been talking, they thought that Quinn was losing her high and mighty status, they thought she was weak. I'd bet the losers at the bottom would pay millions to see her right now. Punching lockers because Puck doesn't notice her anymore. "He's a player anyway and he'll break your heart. Stop looking at me like that, I'm just trying to help you."

"He's not that bad…San I swear he was really sweet-."

"Yeah when he was trying to fuck you!" I snapped, but I didn't mean it. It was months ago, actually it might have been my fault. Quinn had come over to a party at my place, and she'd gotten drunk and slept with Puck. It was wrong on so many levels. I even had to go out, buy her pregnancy test, and sit on her bathroom floor while the tests showed negative every single time. She didn't even thank me for holding her when she cried over her sins, she didn't even tell me what a good friend I was, she just kicked me out of there after four hours and the next day when she tried to apologize I told her to fuck off. Because that's what kind of friends we were. "You won't let this go…and I know why."

"Because you're so fucking smart, right?" Quinn said in a hushed yet harsh tone.

"Yeah actually I am." I informed her. "And even if I wasn't it wouldn't be hard to see that you want Puck for his bad boy attitude, you want to tell your parents to shove it…it would be something if you actually did."

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Quinn's POV

Santana was right. I was doing this to get back at my parents. I liked Puck, but not in that way. I had the right to act like this, right? I'm not an idiot. I know how my family is and that's a bunch of lying conservative WASPs. It's who we are, and that'll never change.

"Quinn you gonna give me a ride home or what?" Santana yelled from across the field. She was already jogging to catch up with me so I figured I didn't have much of a choice. "Thanks Q." Santana said with a small smile.

"Didn't think I had much of a choice." I mumbled as I pulled out of the parking lot. "Am I taking you home?" Santana actually laughed. She laughed and for a second I didn't think she would stop. It was one of those uncomfortable laughs, those ones where I didn't know if I was supposed to laugh too.

"Not going back there for a bit. Can I chill at yours?" She didn't have to ask. I'd take her in any day and I hoped she knew that.

"Yeah of course…something happen at your place?" I knew I had to tread cautiously. Santana wasn't going to talk about it, but I guess she didn't have to. "Don't tell me, just stay at my place." I said thinking better of getting into the topic.

"Are mama and papa home?" Santana asked when we pulled into my driveway. I didn't see any cars so I assumed they were still out. My mom's probably grocery shopping and my dad is probably at church, which meant I didn't need to explain to them why Santana was spending the night.

We grabbed our duffle bags and got out of my car. Sure we'd change out of our cheerleading uniforms but we were still wearing WMHS sweatpants and t-shirts. I don't think we'd ever be able to escape that damn place, even if we're miles from it now. I opened the front door to my house and tossed my bag on the couch. Santana watched me but placed her bag down on the rug out of the way and went to take off her shoes.

I knew Santana better than anyone. She was a total ragging bitch at school, but when she got away from that place, everything changed. She was sweet and so respectful in the right situations; sometimes I actually wanted to piss her off just to get her to say something rude. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I glanced over to the kitchen to check to see who it was.

"Oh it's just you." I said.

"Yeah it's just me. Who else would it be?" I looked at Charlie and rolled my eyes. Seriously she could just piss me off over nothing. I walked into the kitchen and Santana followed. Charlie went straight to the refrigerator and pulled out three sodas tossing one to both Santana and I respectably.

"I thought maybe mom was home or something. Where did she go?" I asked and Charlie just shrugged. I only regretted one thing in my life. I mean of course I had more regrets than just one, but one always stuck out. I wish I was as confident as Charlie. My twin. Damn my twin.

"I dunno." Charlie said taking a seat at the kitchen table. "Hey Santana, what's goin on?" Charlie said with a grin. So Charlie and Santana weren't friends, they both were too aggressive and confident to ever be friends, but they were civil. Santana was over here enough to know how Charlie acted all the time and she really didn't mind that much.

"Nothing dweeb." Santana said rubbing Charlie's head. "You know Quinn I actually like the pink in Charlie's hair. I know you said she looks like a freak but I kinda think it's cool, in a goth sort of way." Charlie turned her chair so that she was facing me.

"You said I look like a freak?" Charlie questioned. "Typical jealous Quinnie." Patronizing asshole. That's why Charlie is so annoying sometimes. She can literally get away with anything but everything she does is so unexpected and that's what everyone expects. Insane logic, but it's the truth.

"I'm not jealous Charlie-."

"Alright you two, settle your shit. I'm gonna go upstairs and chill." Santana said sensing an argument coming on. I would've told her that she should stay, considering she did start this, but I let her go upstairs, I'd complain about it later.

"Charlie." I said when I realized that Charlie was less interested in talking to me than I was in talking to her. "Charlie look at me."

"What do you want?"

"Why would you think I'd ever be jealous of you?" I questioned.

"Maybe because I'm not an uptight ragging bitch." Charlie said with a smile. "Mind if I chill upstairs with you and Tana?" She was already headed towards the steps when I reached out and stopped her.

"You don't actually think that. Charlie you don't-…you don't think that."

"No, of course I don't." I could tell she was serious about that but it didn't make it hurt any less. I grabbed my soda and followed Charlie upstairs towards my room where Santana was sprawled out and looking through a book. I could tell she was just looking at it and not actually reading, because she had music playing. I knew she couldn't read with any noise around her.

"Hey you guys done fighting? I really don't plan on playing mediator today." Santana said without looking up at either one of us.

"Yep, scoot loser." Charlie said and Santana scooted over without even complaining. I thought about if I'd said that to her, she literally would've had a fit and cursed me out in two different languages. "When's your competition, is that this weekend?" Charlie knew when it was, how could she not? Sue had been preparing us for this for at least four months and my whole family was supposed to come.

"Yeah and you'd better not bail." I told her. She looked over at Santana who had suddenly seemed to be interested in the conversation.

"I'm not, why do you think I would? Gotta support my little sis." Charlie said laughing.

"By three minutes Charlie, and you'd seriously better show. I'm not going to spend three hours in a car with mom and dad alone." The reason I was so worried about it was because Charlie had bailed on me. Last time it was because she was hungover and the time before it was because she'd gotten into a fight. There was always some reason; she had a stupid excuse for everything. Not this time though, I needed Charlie there, she was my twin, we didn't share the same views on everything but we had the same fucking face so that has to mean something.

"I love spending time with mom and dad I don't know what you're talking about." Charlie said sarcastically.

"See now this is why I love hanging out here…lets me witness a family just as fucked up as mine." Santana said grinning.

"And of course you're here to see me. Everyone's here to see me." Charlie said playfully. "What are the chances that mom doesn't find out that I skipped school yesterday too?" This is why it was complicated. I mean it wasn't but Charlie always intensified things. She didn't go to WMHS, I mean she did freshman year, but now she's at this private school in the upper west side of Lima. It's a nice school, it's actually prestigious, and I bet Charlie would know that if she ever showed up for class.

"You're fucked Charlie." Santana said simply.

"Why'd you skip yesterday?" I asked her.

"I was hanging out with Wilson." Charlie said. Oh right Wilson. Like he was the sort of guy she should be hanging out with. He was a college dropout and I knew he had supplied Charlie with weed on more than one occasion. It was stupid and reckless of her to hang out with him, but she still did.

"What's with you and this Wilson guy? I mean he's bad news. As much as I give no fucks about what happens to you, if you show up on a gurney Quinn's gonna cry, and I hate when she does that." Classic Santana. She cared about Charlie and this was the only way for her to show that.

"I don't like him, May." That's when Charlie could see that I was serious. I only used her middle name when I was serious. The strange thing was that Charlie was born in December, but her middle name was May. I figured my parents just came up with something out of the blue; maybe there wasn't a time when everything was calculated. Maybe there was a time when they just allowed themselves to live. "And if dad finds out he's gonna freak."

"Well he won't find out, you know why?" Charlie questioned raising an eyebrow.

"No, why?" I responded.

"Because mom won't tell and Santana won't tell. Let's see, who does that leave?" I sat down on the edge of the bed and leaned back so that my elbows were resting on the covers. I wish just once that I had the edge over Charlie, but she always had leverage and this time it was about what happened with Puck.

"I never said I would even tell-."

"Look Quinn, we're sisters but we aren't friends. That's the difference here." Charlie was putting on a front. I tried to look into her eyes to see if this was all for Santana or just for herself. Charlie stood up and grabbed the soda can out of my hand.

"Hey that was fucked up Charlie-." I waved Santana off and we watched Charlie leave our room.

"Leave her. You know how she gets when…well, she's just moody like that all the time." I said trying to explain it to her.

"Okay…whatever you say Fabray." I smiled and so did Santana.

"Wait you didn't just make that rhyme on purpose did you?" All Santana did was grin more. "You're such a geek sometimes."

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Rachel's POV

I should be honest. I didn't expect to see her here. Not hurriedly rushing out to her car, throwing in her duffle bag, and slamming the door shut. I watched her from where I was standing. I watched how for a moment she just stood there, putting her full weight on the car, and she slammed her fits into the top of her car before regaining her composure. I thought she was going to break down.

I was three stories up but I felt like I was a hundred miles away.

Santana was one of the popular girls at school. She was out there in jeans and a sweater and she looked like any other girl in the world. Vulnerable and afraid.

"Honey what are you looking at?" My father asked me. I quickly closed the blinds and walked back over towards the bed. I was supposed to be cleaning the room for the next patient. I didn't work here but I did help my father sometimes, mostly on the weekends.

"Oh nothing, you know how I get, daydreaming." He smiled and stuck his hands in the pockets of his pants. He watched me make the bed and smooth out every wrinkle in the fabric.

"Well just finish up in here and we can go grab something to eat." I nodded eagerly now suddenly excited to spend the afternoon with my father. Once he left, though, I walked back over to the window, opening the blinds.

There she was.

He back was against the car door and she was on the phone. Yelling. She was clearly yelling. I thought for a second about going out there and saying something to her.

That was a stupid thought.

I've never said a word to the girl ever. She has never noticed me and that's the way it'll always be. She needed someone to comfort her, or at least calm her down. I didn't know what was going on. She was at the hospital so she must have found out some bad news. Was she pregnant? Was it rude of me to assume something so dreadful? Maybe.

I did know that she was different though. Santana Lopez was different from all those other girls because in all honesty, I don't think she cares about the hype. And she shouldn't because it'll all be worthless in the future.

At least that's what my fathers tell me.

I'm not blind though. I know she's gorgeous and I know that she's holding a lot back. It's so blatantly obvious because no one can be so dismissive without holding so much back. I bent down to put something in the trash and I practically dragged my father on the elevator.

"What's the rush?" He questioned with one of those deep laughs that's not quite at the point of booming. I grabbed his hand and pulled him through the doors and towards our car. He unlocked the doors and went straight to the trunk to put some of his things in the back.

"Can I drive daddy?" I questioned trying to give him my best I'm responsible smile I could muster up. He told me to wait a moment and I stood there watching him for a second before looking over and catching a glimpse of Santana. She was texting ferociously. She'd moved from her spot before and now she was just leaning up against her trunk staring down at her phone. She was only about six cars away but I don't think she noticed anything around her.

"Rachel hon, do you want to drive?" My father dangled the keys in front of me. I grinned and reached my hand out for a moment before retracting it. I know I'm not a great driver and if I embarrassed myself in front of Santana Lopez I'd probably never live it down. She probably wouldn't even see me, but there was always that chance that she would.

"Actually how about after we eat, I'm feeling a little weak, and I would hate to faint while driving." My father shrugged and tossed the keys up in the air catching them and walking towards the driver's seat. I walked to the passenger's side of the car, opening the door slowly, and getting in.

As my father backed out I rolled down my window. I just wanted to catch a glimpse of her, actually I just wanted her to see me, to acknowledge that she knew me. She looked up and we made eye contact. It was short and brave and terrifying.

Her eyes. They were so…they were just so everything.

She didn't recognize me. I could tell that by the lack of light in her eyes when they connected with mine. She wasn't vulnerable though, she was far from it. She was scared and her face looked so hardened, like she'd been through far too much to be a 16 year old girl.

I had to find out what was going on with Santana Lopez. First, I had to find out who she even was.

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Charlie's POV

"What are you doing out there?" Quinn said from inside the house. She'd poked her head out the window but that's as far as she was going. I looked back from where I was seated on the second story roof. Quinn was terrified of heights, I wasn't and that was as simple as it could get.

"What does it look like?" I asked taking another drag of my cigarette.

"Slowly killing yourself? There's a 22 foot drop down there why don't you just make it easy and jump." She said.

"And if I did you'd never be able to live with that." I informed her she nodded and smiled. Quinn and I belong in an asylum for being so insanely cruel.

"Anyway, mom and dad are home. They said to come downstairs for dinner." Quinn told me. She was about to pull her head back inside but I stopped her by turning quickly. "What?"

"Santana has been here for three days. They'll probably start asking questions soon, don't you think?" Quinn avoided my gaze and I avoided hers.

"You don't know the half of it-."

"Well you don't know the other half." I replied. I know Santana wasn't me best friend, but she was practically part of this family. I cared about her even if she always tried to get under my skin. "What's going on at her house? I have friends would could-."

"You've got friends in low places Charlie. Santana doesn't want anyone to know about whatever is going on, that's why she's so quiet about it." Quinn explained.

"But shouldn't we do something-?"

"Leave it Char." Quinn commanded. She turned around and scanned her room making sure there was no one in sight. "You're always trying to meddle in other people's business. Stay out of it."

"She's like my little sister." I reminded Quinn.

"I'm your little sister." Quinn said glaring at me. "It doesn't matter…like you said, we're sisters not friends. Santana's like my sister and she is my friend."

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