Protector ch. 1
Santana's POV
I walk through the door of my New York apartment after a long day of going through paperwork for my upcoming cases that I'll need to take to court soon which I'm not looking forward to do. I became a lawyer because I've always been a protector over others who can't defend themselves and my career choice allows me to just that as it's my passion, my calling but it wasn't easy as I had to claw my way up to get some of the better cases because one of the guys that runs the firm that I work is a bit of a sexist pig.
After showing my debate skills, that all changed and I showed my male co-workers especially Josh Kaplan that I'm more than just a pretty face and that's more than equip for the job. I set my briefcase by the case as I dragged myself to my bedroom, changed out of my power suit and into a tank top and my old Cheerios shorts before throwing myself onto the bedroom, sighing in sweet relief as I looked at the old photo on my dresser.
I picked up to see that it's of me holding my girlfriend Brittany S. Pierce from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder with a loving look directed at her as she looks at the camera with a huge grin on her face. This picture was from junior year of high school in Lima, Ohio where the both of us were from, a small backwaters town with small minded people with homophobic views so we had to hide our relationship people and I hated that we had to hide our love from everyone except from our parents.
Our parents were very supportive of our relationship and knew that one day that we would end up to together because we've together since we came into this world as there's no one that I would rather be with than the dancer. I had to protect her from all of the bullies had something to say about her because it's what I do best because she's always been a sensitive soul and her feelings are easily hurt when someone calls her stupid or one of the many mean names that they used to call.
That's when I let Snixx out to show them a lesson about talking shit to my secret girlfriend as I'm the last person that they would want to cross when I'm pissed the hell off as I was the HBIC and no one dares mess with me. Things could have been a lot worse for me if anyone had ever found out about the secret that I was hiding from everyone or if one of the girls looked up my skirt when I was on top of the human pyramid but I was so careful.
When my Mami was pregnant with me, at the time she was having twins but at some point in the pregnancy I absorbed my brother but some parts of him remained as I have a penis instead of a vagina, making me an intersex. I have ovaries and a uterus but I have a penis and testicles as my body is able to produce semen but I had to take hormonal shots to keep my female form which was a bitch because I have a major fear of needles as I have punched several nurses in the face when they came within a feet of me with one.
I thought we're gonna be together forever but I was wrong as life pulled us in different directions when graduation rolled around with me getting into law school in New York but Brittany was offered a spot as a back dancer on Lady Gaga's tour. I knew that it was her dream to dance professionally and I didn't want to stand in the way of that as much as it was kill on the inside to Brittany go, I knew that it was right thing by setting her free.
Our relationship ended when she stepped on that plane to LA and we tried to keep in contact with each other as much as we could but it just got too difficult to maintain as the phone calls and Skype session dwindled until we didn't contact each other at all but I have love for her. We tried to reconnect two years after the tour but it end up as drunken hookup that neither one of could remember fully and everything after that was plain awkward as we went our separate ways.
Two more years past after that is when I heard that Brittany was killed in an accident involving her calling on her phone and crossing an intersection, not paying to the on-coming traffic as the truck crashed into her, dying instantly. When I heard the news from Sam aka Trouty Mouth of my girlfriend's death, something died along with her that I couldn't bring myself to go back to Lima for the funeral because it hurt too much to return to that place.
I threw myself into finishing school at the top percentage of my class and getting an internship at one of the top law firm in New York City to defend other that can't defend themselves in honor of the dancer's memory. I wipe the tear that were rolling down my cheeks as I set the picture down on the nightstand, laying down on the empty Queen sized bed feeling lonelier than I ever felt in my twenty-six years of living and it's nights like this that I crave companionship.
I tried casually dating around before it never works out because everyone I end up dating, they never measure up to my standards or I find myself comparing them to Brittany so I end up breaking it off. Maybe I can't let go of Brittany even though it's been six years since she's been gone. What am I doing with my life? I'm pulled out of my thought when there's a knock on my door as I kicked the blankets off, making my way towards the door as the knocking persists, opening the door to see no one there and I was about to close the door when a small voice stops me.
"Excuse me, I'm down here"
I looked down to see a small girl with blonde hair in pigtails wearing a green peacoat, black leggings, and black boots, holding a stuffed lamb but really drew my attention about this girl was the intense look in those green eyes. Something about this little girl seems really familiar but I just can't put my finger on it but I don't understand why she's on my doorstep as she looks at me with mild curiosity and something else.
"Are you Santana Lopez?"
"Um yeah and who are you?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"My name is Lucy Quinn but you can just call me Quinn and I think that you might be my mother" said Quinn.
"What? Quinn, I think that you might be confused because I don't have any kids" I said shaking my head.
"And that's where you be wrong because my full name is Lucy Quinn Pierce-Lopez and I have my birth certificate if you don't believe me" Quinn said rummaging in her front coat pocket.
She pulls out a piece of paper out of her pocket along with a thick envelope and I take it from her, reading it as my eyes widen to the size of diner plates because Quinn is telling the truth.
Lucy Quinn Pierce-Lopez
Mother: Brittany Susan Pierce
Father: Santana Marie Lopez
Date Of Birth: February 26
I couldn't stop reading over the father part where my name was placed as I couldn't believe that Brittany had a child without telling me that it was mine all this years but how. Well I know how but still, we had sex plenty of times in high school but we always wore protection…oh god, that night after the tour, fuck I was too drunk to remember if I wore protection or not. Way to go, Lopez. You got Brittany and she raised your daughter on her own. Great, just great. I open the envelope to pull out a DVD disk as well as a note from what I can tell that it was written by Trouty Mouth as his handwriting hasn't improved at all over the years since high school. I plopped the DVD into the DVD player in the living room with Quinn sitting on the couch next me with her suitcase on the floor as I push play when Brittany's face appears on the screen with an apologetic smile on her face.
"Hey Santana, it's Brittany. I know that it's been a long time since the last time that we talked or saw each other but there's something that I need to tell you. Something that I should've told you a long time ago but I was scare to tell you because of how you would have reacted. A couple weeks after we hooked up, I found out that I was pregnant with your baby when I named Lucy Quinn because I know how you liked the name Quinn. You should see her, she's so beautiful and she remains me so much of you but the reason why I'm making this video is because I thought if anything were to happen to me that you should know about her if you decide to pursue a relationship with her. I know that I should be having this conversation with you, face-to-face but I'm not sure if I'm ready to do that just yet but just know that there's no pressure or anything although I still love you and I hope that you'll consider meeting with you Quinn. Well I'm signing off here" Brittany said waving at the camera.
The TV goes black as I feel the tear forming in my eyes because it hurts to know that Brittany felt like she couldn't tell about our daughter that we created together but I wipe them away as I read over the letter that Trouty Mouth sent.
Dear Santana,
I know that I should have sent this letter to you years ago but I knew that you weren't in the headspace to deal with raising a infant so I did what I felt was best for Quinn by taking her in. I raised her to best of my abilities but she needs her other mother in her life to show all the necessaries things that all little girls need to know so I flew out to New York with her and it was easy to find out where you worked. Your secretary Dani, nice girl by the way and don't be too upset with her, gave me your address so I send Quinn on the elevator up to your apartment. Please tell Quinn that her Uncle Sammy loves her very much and I know that I'm doing the right thing by leaving her with her Mami. It's what Brittany would have wanted and I know that you'll be a great mom. I wish you all the luck in the world.
Love Sam
P.S. I need you a list of all of her allergies and her medical record.
P.S.S. To answer your question that you're probably asking yourself, Quinn's a perfectly healthy and normal
I sigh in relief that Quinn didn't turn out an intersex like me because I won't be able to forgive myself if I made her life more difficult than it needed it to be but I know that she's going to have questions about her birth and why she has two mommies instead of a mommy and a daddy. I looked down at the little girl to see that she had fallen asleep and I looked at the clock to see that it's a little past midnight, way past her bedtime as I scoop her into my arms for her to snuggle into my chest, carrying her into my bedroom. I take her coat off to see that Quinn's wearing a nightgown underneath it as I take her boots off of her feet before placing her under the covers then crawling in behind her, wrapping my arms around my daughter.
Daughter.
My daughter.
This is my daughter.
I can't believe that this is my daughter that Britt and I created together. The one perfect thing that I know that not even I can fuck up and I'm gonna protect her like my life depends on it. I promise you Britt that I'll raise Quinn with so much love that she won't know what to do with it but you're going have to watch over the two of us.
No One's POV
Somewhere in a place covered in cloud is a blonde woman with a shimmery dress looking at the two unsuspecting human through a transparent like mirror with a sad smile on her face. She wish that she reach through the mirror to touch, to hold the both of them but knows that it's not possible because she's no longer alive and that she can do it watch over them through the mirror but she knows that Santana been in so pain since she's been gone and so has Quinn. Brittany knows that her lover and daughter are going to need each other more than ever but she's sending them someone that will be able to help the both of them process their pain. Just hold on loves, I'm sending you some help.
~Nicole The Dragon Rider signing off
End of ch. 1
