Hey there! I don't really know what made me write this all of a sudden, I really don't, but the story just exploded in my head and was begging me to write it, so I am! This is a view on Santana's new relationship with Quinn through her niece's eyes (pov). Something new for me to try and you'll get the better view on the relationship between Santana and her niece, and of course Santana and Quinn as the story goes on...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own glee or it's characters, I do however, own this original character, Angela! BTW Tia means aunt in Spanish, sobrina means niece, and nino means kid.

"Angela! Wake up! Time for school!" I, made out the words that were being yelled at me, and not long after the arms that were shaking my shoulders. After reluctantly getting out of bed and starting to take off my sweatshirt, I finally got my senses together and realised, "Hey wait a minute, it's summer!" After waiting for her aunt to finish laughing her face off, Santana finally spoke up, "Took you long enough to realise." I made an irritated face, "So you were just pranking me?" I asked in a tone as irritated as my face was showing, "Yup" she popped the 'p' at the end. "Ugh, now I'm awake and I won't be able to go back to sleep, thanks Tia." I added in the sarcasm in the end, just for good measure, something that everyone says I picked up from Santana herself, "no prob, my little Sobrina," "hey, I'm thirteen, I am not little," "sure you aren't nino." With that my crazy aunt left my room, and went downstairs. I smiled, and shook my head. 'Freakin' Tia and her pranks'. After a shower, and brushing my teeth, I went down the stairs in some shorts and a t-shirt. I had tan skin, being half Latina, and half Vietnamese (thanks to my "dad") my skin color was pretty mixture. I had dark brown hair that was naturally straight some days then curly the next, thanks dad and mom, with matching dark brown eyes. People told me I looked pretty and stuff but whatever. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw Santana sitting at the counter in the kitchen eating breakfast, and talking on the phone. With nothing better to do, I got on my knees and crawled closer until I was close enough to hear her conversation. Yes, this was a little rude to be eavesdropping on my aunt, but she did wake me up before 8 am on my first day off of school, so..."She fell for it," 'Was she talking about me? Now I need to listen more' "Yeah, she got a little mad, but I know she appreciated the fun little prank," she chuckled after saying this, 'yup, definitely about me,' "Sure, at eight? Okay see you there," 'Oh crap! That means she'll be ending the call soon. Quick! Think of something!' I quickly, but quietly, crawl back to the stairs and go halfway up them, then stood up. "Morning, Tia" I said casually, "Hey, nino," 'Phew, I got away with it' "I made breakfast, your's is on the counter next the stove," "Cool, thanks." I walked over and retrieved my breakfast then settled on the stool next to aunt and placing down my plate, and began eating. I didn't even know I was this hungry until, I took a bite. "Easey nino, I don't want you to choke" I swallowed the last piece of bacon and simply told her to shut up. I got up and brought my plate over to the sink and grabbed the carton of orange juice. "Hey how many times have I told you not to drink out of the carton?"

Uh oh, she was using her Mom voice, speaking of her Mom voice, "Jeez lighten up, Tia, you're sounding like my Mom," "Oh come on, I'm not that bad," she joked we both shared a light laugh.

You see, my Mom was Santana's older sister. Santana used adore her and they were very close. Then she started drinking. She wasn't the best Mom, she would yell at me, whenever things got hard for her, or even just for nothing when she got drunk. She never actually hit me, but there were times when she was close, and I was terrified of her. Terrified of my own mother. Whenever stuff like that would happen I would run off to my auntie Santana's house and she would comfort me, and hold me while I cried. She assured me that I didn't do anything wrong. Santana was furious at my Mom, she didn't like the way she treated me and spoke her mind more than once. But, since Mom was a single Mom and I was underage, and so was Santana (San was 17 and was like, 11) she had full control over me, had. When I was 12, I got the the news that she gotten into a car accident while driving home drunk and had passed away. I wasn't devastated, and neither was the rest of the family, but she was my Mom, and she was family, so we had a respectful funeral for her. Santana was 18 now, and she had moved out after admitting to her parents that she was a lesbian. They were okay with it but Santana knew that they weren't exactly over the top, so she moved to New York and got an apartment. I really missed my favorite Aunt, so when she came back to Ohio for the funeral, I was ecstatic. She stayed for a week at my house with me, and a day after the funeral she asked me if I wanted to come live with her in New York.

I was on the couch watching something when she came and sat next to me, looking straight at me. "Hey, nino, can I talk with you for a sec?" She sounded nervous, but there was also excitement laced in there. I turned down the volume on the TV and turned to look at my favorite Aunt. "Sure Tia, what's up?" She took a deep breath before continuing. " So since your mother passed away, my parents were planning for you to move in with them right?" "Uh, yeah San, why?" "Well being your favorite family member," she stated with a smirk, 'I see some of that confidence is back', "I wanted to ask you if..." she trailed off. "Ask me what Tia?" I was very curious now, what made my usually so confident aunt so nervous? "I wanted to ask if you would like to move with me instead," she sounded nervous and hopeful, my eyes widened, did she really ask me that? "Wait, like move to New York?" she nodded. I pondered for a minute. I loved Santana, but this means leaving my old life behind. I would no doubt miss my friends, but I needed family, and I wasn't too fond of how Santana's parents reacted when she came out. I had already knew, about Santana, and I also knew her parents were not going to be extremely happy with it, but I didn't think that they'd make Santana feel like she needed to move out. I also knew they didn't like our close relationship, they thought that this would make me turn gay too. So Santana was very much my family. They say that home isn't a place but it's where you are loved and I knew Santana loved me. When I looked at Santana again I saw that she looked disappointed. She probably thought that I was going to say no, after the long time that I took to think. "Yes," her face lit up again, "really you'll move to New York with me?" I smiled, "Of course Tia, like you said you're my favorite family member so why not?"

I've been living with her since, and she treats me like her own sister, so who am I to complain.

"Considering that you never call me by my name, which is ANGELA in case you've forgotten," she scoffed, "and insist on calling me nino, and even sobrina, sometimes..." "okay, okay I get it nino," she stressed the word earning her a eye roll from yours truly, "It'd be kinda weird if I called you by your name, that sounds like your my friend or something," "oh so now I'm not your friend?" I asked sarcastically, "you are, but I'm 6 years older than you, plus you call me Tia all the time so..." I scoffed and mumbled a defeated whatever, knowing that this was a battle I would never win. "So," I started changing the subject, "you have anything planned for today?" "Not really," "then why did you wake me up at 7 am!?" she just shrugged. "Well, since you have nothing planned and you owe me..." "you're taking me out for ice-cream." "What? It's like eight thirty in the morning are you crazy?" "Now I'm the crazy one?" "Fine, but we're watching Wicked when we get back," I groaned, as we walked toward the door, your aunt being best friends with a broadway star had its perks, but one downside was that Rachel Berry, had now gotten Santana hooked on musicals.

While driving back to the apartment after getting ice cream, Santana wanted to stop and get coffee. When we arrived I decided to just stay in the car and enjoy my mint-chocolate chip ice cream. I didn't really get why adults liked coffee, it was bitter, most of the time anyways. I did like it when it's in frappucino form, yummy. Whatever, I'm thirteen anyways. I had just finished my ice-cream, so I looked up and through the shop's window to see what was taking my Tia so long. I saw her leaning on the counter and talking with the blonde girl on the other side. I couldn't really see the blonde's face just the side. They were talking and giggling and both had huge smiles on their faces. I looked more perspectively this time. They looked too comfortable with one another for this to be the first time they talked, so they definitely have talked before. So why haven't I seen Santana's coffee serving friend before? I had met all of Santana's friends at least once before and I knew they were a tight-knit bunch. While the blonde was talking Santana moved her hand and placed it on the blondes. I think she blushed but I couldn't really be sure. I guess they were dating? I don't know, if they were Santana wouldn't have been so nervous just to touch her hand, and the blonde wouldn't have blushed. I also would've met her. I know my aunt and I knew that she wasn't really the relationship type, so she would have different girls over, I would sometimes see them on the couch watching TV and sometimes kissing...I shivered at the thought of that. I had once walked in on Santana and her lady friend during a heated kiss, and my reaction, lets just say was not subtle. Okay, fine, I screamed and ran up the stairs. Don't judge I was twelve. Santana was good with girl's anyways, or at least that's what her and her friends say. I've only seen her flirt with a girl once and she was pretty good. I am just thirteen though so, I wouldn't really know. Anyways, Santana was never really nervous, with girls or anything in general. The one time that she was nervous was when she fell in love with her high school best friend Brittany. She would go on and on about her, whenever I came over. But, that ended pretty badly and left Santana heart broken so she hadn't had a real girlfriend since, and this didn't look like normal flirting to me. 'Cause like I said, they looked like they had done this before. I decided to go the in coffee shop and find out.

As I opened the door, the bell chimed and they both looked my way, Santana's smiled stayed the same, while the blonde's turned shy. "Hey, nino, got tired of being in the car? I asked if you wanted to come in with me." I smirked, "Yeah, but you didn't tell me that you'd be flirting with the employee, for a century." This made both of them blush and Santana looked down. The blonde giggled and looked at me, she was pretty, and her eyes were gorgeous, I wished my eyes were like that and not just plain brown. I stuck out my hand and smiled, "Hi I'm Santana's niece, Angela, nice to meet you," she took my hand and we shook, "Hey my name is is Quinn." We let go and she started talking, "You're very polite, introducing yourself and stuff, and you're cute too," "Well, if I hadn't introduced myself I doubt that Santana would have, shes too busy trying to hide her red cheeks." That earned me slap on my arm from Santana who had finally lifted her head up. "Ow," I exclaimed, I continued to mutter under my breath, "crazy Tia," apparently she heard me because she slapped my arm again. "Ow!" I rubbed my arm, that was starting to turn red. Quinn had been laughing at us throughout the whole scene. Luckily there weren't any other people in here. "Well Quinn, we're gonna head out now, you're still coming over later tonight right?" 'Oh so thats who she was on phone with this morning' "You listened to my phone conversation?!" Crap. I thought I said that in my head, "Uh" 'Oh come on think of something!' I got an idea, Quinn. I looked over at her with puppy dog eyes nonverbally begging her to help me. She leaned over the counter and kissed Santana on the cheek. Santana's face softened and she turned to face Quinn. I mouthed a 'thank you' to Quinn and she subtly nodded. Not like Santana would've known, she was off in La-La Land. "Okay Tia, lets go before you fall into more of a trance and can't drive," "bye Quinn," I said as I dragged my loopy looking aunt out of the coffee shop. I opened the driver's side and pushed Santana in, then walked over to the passenger's side and got in. Santana sighed dreamily, looking through the window at a giggling Quinn. "Oh, just drive Santana."

WEll? What did you think? Did I do okay? Leave a review telling me what you thought and stuff. I don't really know what else to say so until next time...BYEEE