A/N: I've been reading a lot more lately and I've become obsessed with books having to do with street kids trying to survive on their own for some reason. So, I related it to Glee and...this just sort of happened. I have soo many stories in progress right now so updates for all of them [including this one] will most likely be very slow. Try not to get too annoyed with me. c:

Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Glee. Or Quinn. Or Santana. Although I really wish I did own Santana.

Enjoy.

The cold wind bit at your cheeks, sending chills down your spine.

The tears hadn't stopped spilling from your hazel eyes since they started and they were just making your face much colder than it already was.

As the tears streaked down your face, they left stains on your dirty cheeks.

You didn't really care though. Everything you had been holding in for the past three years was pouring out of you all at once and you didn't even bother to attempt to stop it.

The last person you cared about in the world was gone. He was the last person you had. You were alone now.

You didn't know what to do anymore.

You were seriously contemplating just sitting down in a pile of snow until you died.

You couldn't even tell a cop or anything because they'd see this homeless sixteen year old girl in front of them and throw you back into the system, placing you with another foster home.

No.

You couldn't do that.

So...you just left him. You left him and what little possessions you had in your make-shift cardboard house.

You knew he'd be found by somebody.

Some undertaker somewhere would put him in a cheap pine box then bury him in an unmarked grave.

The guilt was setting in and you let her shoulders sag. This was the worst it's ever been for you.

So, there you were.

Sitting by yourself on the sidewalk, sobbing. You got stares from people that walked by you but not one stopped to see if you were okay.

You didn't care about that either though. You just wanted to be left alone and wallow in your own self hatred.

That was, until a beautiful Latina and her friends passed you by.

The girl with darker skin was happily chatting away with her group until she saw you, the heartbroken girl leaning her back against the abandoned building.

Instantly, her own heart broke.

Just as she was about to walk over to you, her short, mousy looking brunette friend grabbed her arm. "San, what are you doing? She could be dangerous," She muttered quietly, hoping you didn't hear her.

The girl with eyes as dark as her hair, shook her head. "She's not," She replied softly before shaking her friend's hand off of her arm.

The Latina walked up to you, kneeling in front of you while pushing up the sleeves of her white wool jacket. "Hey... Are you okay?"

Your head shot up and her eyes met the two dark orbs that were in front of you. "I'm fine," You said, even though tears were still streaming down your pink tinted cheeks.

The girl turned to her friends and told them she'd see them at school Monday morning. They protested for a minute but she argued back and they finally obliged, turning to quickly leave.

She turned back to you. "What's your name?" She asked, keeping her voice soft.

"Quinn," You said in a whisper, not letting your eyes meet the girl in front of you this time. You had lost all the fight that was left in you.

The brunette reached out, gently brushing the blonde hair away from your face. You flinched slightly, causing her to draw her hand back,

"I'm Santana," The Latina girl told you in response, sticking out her hand to shake.

You suddenly felt self-conscious. There you were, dirty and sloppy looking, while Santana looked like she was the brightest thing in the whole town.

You usually never felt ashamed of where you came from or what you were forced into. But this Latina girl was so beautiful that you just wanted to hide.

You shook her head at the other girl's offered hand, folding your own together on your lap. "I'm all dirty. Wouldn't wanna ruin your jacket or anything." To anyone else, that would sound sarcastic. But the brunette could hear the sadness laced into your tone.

Santana couldn't help but roll her eyes before sitting down next to you. Without warning, she pulled you into a tight hug.

To say that you were stunned would be an understatement. You honestly couldn't remember the last time you had been hugged. You forgot what it felt like to have another human's arms wrapped around you.

You sat there stiffly, but didn't push the other girl away.

The walls you had worked so hard on building up over the years, came crashing down in front of a stranger that you had just met.

You kept your arms by your sides but sobbed into the Latina's neck with all you were worth.

Santana just rubbed calming circles on your back.

When she had woken up this morning, she had no idea her day would end up like this. But for some reason, she was strangely okay with holding a homeless girl as she cried.

People were staring at you two weirdly but Santana shot glares at them, silent warnings for them to leave you both alone.

After a while, the your sobs eventually subsided and Santana held you out at arms length. "You hungry?"

She knew what your answer would be, even before you nodded.

She hadn't asked why you were crying. That was one thing you liked about the girl.

...

"Woah, slow down there Q, you're going to give yourself a stomach ache," Santana said with amusement in her voice.

You slowed down slightly, but didn't stop shoveling the food into your mouth. It'd been a damn long time since the last time you had this much food in front of you and you weren't about to let it go to waste.

Wait, did she just call you Q?

You hadn't heard anyone call you by just your first initial in a long time.

Santana couldn't help but smile at you.

You didn't know why you had actually gotten into her car and went with her to this diner. Well, you were starving and she didn't seem like she would hurt you.

Then again, she's probably the one who should be afraid of you.

Why had she even bothered to see if you were okay?

You didn't look like a stereotypical homeless girl though. You weren't dressed in ragged clothes and you didn't smell. It looked like you took care of yourself as much as you could. The only giveaway that you didn't have a home, was how dirty your face and hands had been before Santana scrubbed you clean in the restaurant's bathroom.

You were actually really beautiful once you could see your face past all that dirt.

Once your stomach was full, you figured you were on your own again, so you stood to leave.

"Where ya going?" Santana asked, tilting her head to the side.

You shrugged. "Don't know," You answered honestly.

The Latina threw down a few bills on the table before taking your arm and tugging you out of the restaurant and to her car.

"What are you-" But Santana cut you off by saying. "You're coming back to my house with me."

You suspiciously got into the car, eyeing the girl beside you. "If this is a joke, it's not funny."

Santana looked offended. "I'm being serious, Q. You need a place to stay and my parents are barely ever home, so they won't even notice."

Why was this girl being so nice to you? You literally knew nothing about each other.

When you didn't answer her, Santana looked over at you. "If you want to, that is." She added.

You nodded silently, letting your dingy blonde hair fall over your eyes. You were too shocked to speak.

The brunette grinned at you before putting her car into drive and pulling onto the street.

You felt...good. You felt safe and the usual pains in your stomach due to lack of food weren't there right now. The seats in Santana's Cadillac were so comfortable and soft that it didn't take long for your eyes to slip closed. Within minutes, you drifted off into a deep sleep.

Santana just smiled when she noticed that you were fast asleep beside her.

This is gonna be a long day, she mused to herself.

A/N: Thoughts?