Santana walked out of the school, hand in hand with Brittany. She listened as Brittany went on about how her cat was smoking again, and nodded every so often to make it look like she was interested. It was the end of the day, and she was walking Brittany out to her car. Once there, she kissed her girlfriend goodbye and went to her own car.

As soon as Santana had gotten into her car and shut the door, her phone buzzed. Santana pulled it out of her pocket and saw that her mother had texted her. She unlocked the phone and opened the text.

Santana, come home as quickly as possible, family emergency.

Santana rolled her eyes and shut the phone. The "family emergency" was probably just that a cousin she'd never met broke their arm or something like that. But nevertheless, Santana started the car and sped home.

As Santana pulled into the Lopez garage she saw her mother waiting for her at the door that led into the house. Maybe this was more serious than she had thought. Santana got out of her car and was quickly ushered into the house by her mom.

"What's going on?" Santana asked as she was led into the living room. Her mother sat her onto the tan leather couch and then sat down next to her.

"Santana, there's something your father and I never told you, and you're probably not going to want to hear it." Her mother started out. And with that, she got up and left the living room.

Santana's mother returned with a photograph. She gave it to Santana and her daughter studied it. It was a picture of her at age 3 or 4, in a hospital with her mother. But there was also a newborn child in the picture, wrapped in a blanket and resting in her mother's arms.

"Do you remember that Santana?" Carmen Lopez asked her daughter, looking at the photo with her.

"No." Santana replied, arching an eyebrow. She had a slight idea of where this was going, but she wouldn't believe it until her mother said it out loud.

"Two years after you were born, I went out with a few of my friends for drinks. We had a few more than we should have, and I wandered away from them at the bar and ended up outside. When I was walking home, a man grabbed me and….he raped me." Carmen struggled to tell her daughter.

"Aye Mami." Santana said, reaching out and hugging her mother. Tears were welling in her eyes and she blinked them away.

"And that man got me pregnant. I refused an abortion, and had the baby. You only met her once, because I gave her up for adoption." She finished, looking at her daughter for her reaction.

"Why are you telling me this?" Santana asked, struggling to think of a reason for this new information. Her mother took her hand and gave her a solemn look.

"My daughter, your sister, will be staying with us for a few weeks. Her father is obviously in jail, and her adoptive parents died in a car accident." Carmen said slowly, squeezing her daughter's hand reassuringly.

Santana remained quiet for a few moments. "Santana?" Her mother asked, trying to get eye contact with her daughter.

"She's not your daughter Mami, and she's not my sister. She's a child of rape." Santana said curtly, standing up from the couch and walking to the doorway of the living room. She turned around.

"When is she getting here?" Santana questioned. Her mother looked up at her.

"Tomorrow evening." She replied softly. Santana's jaw locked and she walked up to her room.

A 14 year old sister? How could she have a 14 year old sister? No, wait. This girl wasn't her sister. She may come from her mother's womb, but she wasn't her sister. She's the daughter of a rapist. Santana Lopez would not accept her as her sister.

The next day Santana woke up ten minutes before her bus came, and ended up having to go to school without makeup on. What a great start to the day.

The school day seemed to go far too fast for the Latina, and it was over before she knew it. Brittany and her walked out, and went there separate ways. Santana had decided not to tell her girlfriend, or anyone for that matter. And she didn't plan on telling anyone about the girl.

Santana drove home and her mother was waiting for her.

"Alex will be here in two hours." Carmen said to her daughter. Santana rolled her eyes and went to her room, slamming her door behind her.

The two hours passed excruciatingly slow for a change. Santana was anxious, but she wouldn't admit of course. She was lying on her bed, trying to concentrate on her homework, but failing to do so, when her mother poked her head in the door.

"I think I heard the car pull in. Why don't you come out?" Her mother suggested, opening the door wider.

Santana sighed and put her books and pencil aside. She stood up and shuffled out of the door, putting her unimpressed, bored face on. She followed her mother out into in hallway.

Mrs. Lopez was right, the car had pulled in. Santana followed her mother to the small room where the front door led into and leaned against the doorway. She crossed her arms and raised a cleanly plucked eyebrow as the door opened.

A man in a suit walked in, carrying a bag, and a teenage girl followed behind him. She looked nervous, uncomfortable, and like she'd rather be anywhere else. The man put the bag down, and nodded at the Alex before exiting the house.

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