(A/N: Hello readers! I'm gonna do a quick warning about this story. It's going to include: Abuse, rape, family violence, abuse from a step brother and eventual Santana/Quinn romance. Please stick with it and review.)

"What's up with her?" Mercedes asked as she casually looked over her shoulder to Santana. "I didn't hear about any fight, did you?" Santana was in the back row of the Glee rehearsal space, her head leaning against the back of the wall and her legs folded under her. She stared off into space as music blasted through her ear buds.

Quinn looked over her at her former friend and shrugs. "It's S. If she wasn't being strange I'd be worried." Quinn brushed off, her eyes lingering for a moment on the Latina. "I didn't hear about one ether. But, it's S, she loves a good fight she usually brags about them. But, I don't think I've heard her talk today." Quinn replied.

Quinn sighed as she pushed the door to her apartment open. Her mother had been filtering her funds every week since the birth of her daughter. She had been all set to give the little girl up for adoption, until she held her; she changed her mind and decided to keep her. Quinn and Aislin lived with her mother in her childhood home for two months before Russell Fabray came crawling back to Judy and was received with open arms. The moment the young blonde found out that her father was going to be moving back in, the girls were packed and in the young mothers red car before anyone could even comprehend it. Before paying for Quinn's rent, the two blondes stayed at the Lopez house until they found a place of their own.

Quinn slid the baby's carseat into the living room as she closed and locked the door behind her. She carefully placed the baby on the kitchen table so Quinn could see her as she slept. She smiled, her finger tracing over the pale baby's rounded cheeks.

"I love you so much." Quinn admired, before turning into her kitchen and placing a pot of water of the stove to boil. She went about cleaning up dishes and preparing a mug of tea before sitting down behind her laptop and signing onto Facebook. She perused her friends pages, seeing that kind of gossip she had been missing. Her eyes caught something, a recent picture her friend was tagged in. Santana stood with her arms crossed against her chest, leaning against a wall as her mother embraced a tall, well muscled and tan young man in a military uniform.

"Gabriel is home?" Quinn stated outlaid. She was never a fan of Santana's older step brother. Santana's mom had gotten married when Santana was 11 to a man whom the little girl adored; but she also got a brother who was five years older than her out of the deal. He was rude, crass and an egomaniac; he always talked down to Santana when they were growing up, he was aggressive towards her and it made a young Quinn uncomfortable. Gabe had joined the military when he was 18, Quinn was standing next to a 13 year old Santana as the girls parents pulled out of the driveway with him, and she could have sworn she felt a wave of relief rush through her. She hadn't seen or heard anything about him in over three years, she picked up her cellphone to call Santana when Aislin started to stir. Quinn sighed and put down her phone and attended to her daughter.

The previous night:

Santana pulled on sweatpants after she finished practice Cheerios for the day. Brittany who had put her uniform back on was sitting on a bench waiting for her ride home.

"Why are you changing?" Brittany asked, as Santana shrugged on a thermal.

"I don't want to wear my uniform home." She replied simply, happy when the blonde nodded and didn't ask anything further. Santana took the blondes hand and they walked out of the lockeroom and over the the Latina's car. Santana dropped Brittany off with the excuse of homework and the promise to make it up to her another day and headed to her house. She parked and grabbed her backpack and walked into her house. The television was blaring loudly, as quietly slid off her shoes and tried to make it up to her room without alerting anyone of her presence.

"Santana." A deep voice called out to her as she hit the bottom of the stairs. She cringed slightly and turned around walking back over to the livingroom. She glared at her older brother who was sprawled out on the couch. "How was school, baby sis."

"Fine." She replied, "Don't call me that."

He raised his eyebrow at her, patting the seat next to him on the couch. "Come sit." She shook her head no, he hit the couch harder, "Come and sit." She walked over and sat as far away from him as possible. He laughed throatily and slid closer to her. "What's wrong, San? Still pissed about what happened three years ago?"

"Go away, Gabe." She spat, her nails pressing into her thighs. "Why did you even come back?"

"Because, I missed home. Plus, my dad thought I should come back after I got in trouble." He explained, his hand started stroking her thigh which caused her to tense up. "I wanted to see how you were doing. From what I can tell, someone has quite the reputation now. I guess our little lessons back in the day taught you well."

Santana pushed his hand off of her, "Fuck off, Gabe." She called, standing up from the couch. "I'm not little anymore, you can't touch me again."

He laughed, almost mainly; he shot up and pressed her into the wall. "Oh baby sister." He whispered into her ear, "You have no idea." He stated, before pulling back and punching her in the face causing her to smack the back of her head into the wall and pass out.

Santana woke up several hours later, in her bed. She sat up growling out in pain as she felt her body reject the movement. Her hand skimmed over her body in the dark, she still wore the shirt from earlier, but her sweatpants were no longer on her. She felt between her legs, sharp pain shot through her.

"Fuck." She gasped, quickly moving and locking her self in the bathroom to take a shower.