Summary: With a soulless mother and a deadbeat dad, Santana practically raised herself. When the new addition to the family arrives, Santana promises herself that her baby sister won't have to do the same. This starts in the summer before sophomore year. Santana meets Brittany when the new school year starts. Quinntana friendship Rating: T

I own nothing except the original characters.

This is just idea that I had gotten a few days ago. Hope you like it!

"Santana?"

I lift my head towards my mom's doctor walking my way in his blue scrubs, breaking eye contact with the book I brought with me to past the time. Mom had been in labor for nearly 7 hours and these uncomfortable plastic waiting room chairs are not helping. I had driven her to the hospital once the panicking, contractions, and ongoing flow of curse words started. My father is MIA at the moment. We haven't seen or heard from him all day. I mean come on. It's the birth of your child for fucks sake. But then again, I'm really not that surprised that he isn't here.

"Yes." I stand from the chair, trying to regain some of the feeling in my ass from sitting for so long. I place my book in my bag looking towards the doctor in anticipation for some kind of news.

"Would you like to come meet your baby sister?" he grins widely at me.

I let out a sigh full of relief and exasperation before a huge smile grows upon my face and I nod excitedly. The doctor leads me to the baby wing of the hospital as I follow behind him.

The thought of not being an only child anymore is something that I have been looking forward to since I found out the news. Yeah it's taken 16 years for this to happen but whatever. I mean, my parents don't even want me. I never expected them to get pregnant again. Can you say shock of the century? It definitely was for me. I thought I'd just die as an only child. Guess not.

I was excited that I got to name the baby. When I asked my mom what she wanted her name to be, she just gave me a disinterested wave while getting back to her work in her home office. "I can't discuss this right now Santana I'm busy. I don't know, you name her.", She said. Waving me away as if I was some irritant hassle she just wanted to get rid of. I had gotten use to that by now. Doesn't mean it didn't hurt any less. I guess I had just gotten better at bottling up what I'm feeling.

I came up with the name Nina Alejandra Lopez. Her first name is after my celebrity crush/ future wife, Nina Dobrev. I always loved that name too. Alejandra is after my grandmother who passed away when I was 8. It didn't matter either way for my mother, but I admit that I was thrilled to give my baby sister her name.

The doctor slowed down when approaching an open door of a dim lit hospital room. The only source of light coming from the setting sun through the window.

The doctor ushers me into the room before scurrying off to do some paper work for my mom or something.

I see my mom on the hospital bed sleeping. I'm sure she's exhausted. She did just push out a freakin human being for god sakes. On the left side of the bed sits a small rover crib. In it, I see what just looks like a small pink bundle from where Im standing. Not close enough to see in all the way. She's probably sleeping because I don't see any movement or anything. I move closer to the crib as I take in the sight of my sleeping baby sister for the first time. I smile down at her and observe her light golden skin, pouty lips that resemble my own but in smaller form, and tiny fingers grasping the pink blankets keeping her warm from the cool hospital air. I lift her small pink hat in curiosity and notice that she's inherited my father's light brown curly hair. She's so adorable. I have no doubt that she'll be as hot as her big sister when she gets older. Maybe even more so. I secure her hat back so it can continue keeping her little head warm.

I just sort of stare at her for a while. I want to hold her. I'm afraid she'll wake up and start crying or something and wake Mom up though. That woman is like hellraiser if woken from her sleep. So I just stand there and watch her for a while. It's kind of surreal that she's finally here. Nine months of watching my mom blow up like a whale and now this. Just wow.

After a while Nina starts to fidget, making small whimpering noises. My head instantly shoots up towards my mom to see if the sounds had awakened her. Noticing that it didn't, I scooped her up in my arms bouncing her softly against my chest. She's so small and warm. Fitting perfectly in my arms. I start making whispered shushing sounds to quiet her down while walking over to the rocking chair on the right side of the hospital bed. I check to see if mom is still sleep before looking down to see small brown eyes finally makes their appearance. I just start grinning like an idiot. So what. I'm happy okay. I can't even remember the last time that I was this happy. She just stares up at me taking in my features for the first time and grasped my finger with her tiny fist when I point it towards her. I'm startled out of my little trance staring at Nina by my mother's groggy voice coming from the hospital bed.

"She's probably hungry by now." she lets out dryly.

I look up at Mom and nod before looking down at my baby sister who continues to grasp my finger. The kid already has quite the grip. Her eyes staring up at me attentively, like she knows who I am.

"Hand her over." Mom says while sitting up in the bed.

I'm a bit reluctant, not wanting to give up the small warm bundle in my arms just yet but I comply. I take the few steps towards the hospital bed and place Nina in my mothers arms. I sit on the edge of the bed and watches as my mother pulls her gown off her right shoulder before the baby latches onto her nipple hungrily. Its weird seeing my mom holding a baby. That's a sight I'd never thought I would see. I didn't even know she had maternal instincts. I can't help the grin that grows on my face. It falters when my mother turns her attention towards me with an annoyed expression upon her face. Her eyes burning holes through my face making me shrink back a little. I feel like I've done something wrong when she looks at me like that. Like I'm the something wrong. My mom always makes me feel this way.

"Did your father even show up?" she scoffs bitterly.

I find my voice and let out a quiet no. Not being able to handle my mother's devilish glare I avert my gaze out the window.

"I knew that good for nothing asshole wouldn't show. Not even to the birth of his fucking daughter. Hijo de puta." She scoffs.

I cringed and looked toward my sister. Her new innocent ears had not been here for more than a couple of hours and she is already being subjected to hearing such ignorance. I wish I could just take Nina from my mother's arms, go somewhere far away to shield her ears and eyes from all things negative in the world.

When I found out that Mom was pregnant, I promised myself that she wouldn't have the childhood that I had. I'd give her all the love and attention that I have always longed for from my parents. I don't want her to ever go a night where she cries over how she isn't good enough or worth loving. No child should ever feel that way. I be damned if Nina goes a moment where she feels like that. I don't want her to ever feel how I felt as a child. Hell, I still feel that way.

Just because I'm 16 now doesn't mean I don't still feel those feelings I that I felt as a child. The only difference now is that I wont throw myself a pity party. I wont allow myself to be sad anymore or cry over mommy and daddy not giving me a hug. I just suck it up, accept things as they are and move on with my life. I wont be stuck with them forever. That thought is what keeps me going.

My mom has this demeanor that just makes me feel like I'm a 5 year old kid again. She has this permanent death glare plastered on her face at all times. I don't know when the last time she actually smiled. I might be a bitch, but she has my bitchiness beat by a landslide. It doesn't even compare.

She just verbally makes me feel like shit. So I try not to talk to her at all unless I'm spoken to. Despite being a class A bitch, I still respect her. By respect I mostly just stay the hell away. Being in this hospital is more alone time I've spent with her in a month. She treats me as if I'm imposing on her life and my dad getting laid off and sleeping around is my fault. When hes out doing his thing she's always taking her frustration out on me, saying how I will amount to nothing like my no good father. If she hates him so much I don't understand why she wont divorce him. Maybe deep deep deep deep deep down she actually has a heart and doesn't want to be alone.

Ever since my father had gotten laid off from his job, things in my house just got shittier. My parents argue more than ever when dad is home. Dad drinks a lot and sometimes will stay out overnight. I remember the days when he use to actually talk to me. And unlike my mother, there was the occasional hug.

So yes. My life is one big fucking party.

The only person I can sort of kind of call an actual friend is Quinn. We've been on and off friends since middle school and can never seem to leave each other's lives. We had a fall out before the summer though. The bitch took my cheerleader captain spot! So we probably won't be talking until school starts. If then. I would NEVER say it out loud, but right now I kind of wish she was here. I really want her to meet Nina too. I absolutely refuse to be the one to call her first though. The bitch did start it after all.

Mom finally pulls me away from my thoughts. "Here. Burp her while I use the bathroom."

I reach out as she hands her over to me before moving slowly to the bathroom inside of the hospital room. Still very sore from giving birth.

When she closes the bathroom door behind her I feel like I can breathe again. The woman literally sucks the life out of you.

All thoughts of her disappear when I look down at Nina staring up at me with wide eyes. That idiot grin reaches my face again. But I don't care. I'm glad that I finally have a reason to smile.

"Hi, beautiful. Im your big sister Santana." I say in a whispered highpitched voice.

Her little pouty lips grow into a small grin causing mine to grow even bigger if possible.

Yep. Happiest day of my life so far.

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