I'm sorry, but my latest OTP has been Glee's Santana Lopez and Pretty Little Liar's Emily Fields, aka Naya Rivera and Shay Mitchell! I got this idea at school today and had to write it! I might be selling my soul to FFNet and Microsoft Word…but I'm taking that risk by starting this story! So PLEASE bear with me if you stick with this story! I may be a little slow on the updates, but I promise to make it worth your while. With that, enjoy my attempt at a full length crossover!

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"Mom…where are we going?" Emily Fields asked her mother, who was silently driving along in the late afternoon, a moving truck in tow.

"Listen, honey, I know this isn't the best looking neighborhood, but we can't afford to live in Rosewood after…" there was a pause, "after your father passed away. The job I got here in Lima Heights Adjacent was the best one I could get. So for now we'll have to make the most of it, okay?"

Emily stared blankly out the window as the pulled up in front of their new house. It was small, that was for sure, and it wasn't the prettiest either. Emily sighed as she climbed out of the car, standing for a moment to stretch her legs after such a long car ride from Pennsylvania to Ohio. She walked around to the trunk and started unloading her things as the movers started with the boxes and furniture in the truck.

Emily followed her mom onto the porch and waited for her to unlock the door. As she stood, she glanced to her left towards the neighboring house. She noticed a girl about her age sitting on the porch swing, reading. The girl must have felt Emily's gaze because she looked up from her book and furrowed her brow curiously. Emily was about to wave when her mom finally got the door open and stepped inside. Emily walked in and inspected the tome with distaste.

"Emmy," her mom said, using the nickname given by her father, "your room is at the end of the upstairs hall on the left," she pointed up the staircase as she took a box into the kitchen, followed by the two movers, who came in with even more boxes.

Emily strode up the stairs and down the hall. When she went into her new room, she was pleasantly surprised. She had a bay window again, but the room wasn't quite as big as she was used to. She set her bag down and went back down for another load of things. When she went back out to the car she over estimated how much she could manage and ended up dropping several containers, one of which was a box full of photos that had been in her old room.

She went to pick them up when another pair of hands reached for the pictures at the same time. Emily looked up and met the dark eyes of the girl next door.

"You looked like you could use a hand," the girl said in a raspy voice.

"Thanks, but you don't have to," Emily said shyly. She didn't know why, but this girl was making her very nervous.

"Well," she stood up with a couple boxes in her arms, "It's getting late. Pretty soon it'll be dark and you don't wanna be out in this neighborhood after dark."

"Oh…thanks um…"

"Santana. Santana Lopez," the girl said, offering her hand to shake as best she could. Emily shook it and half-smiled.

"Emily Fields."

Emily grabbed a couple of boxes as well and led Santana inside where Pam stopped them.

"Emily, who's this?" Pam asked sweetly.

"I'm Santana Lopez, I live next door. It looked like you guys could use some help so I came on over," Santana smiled.

"That's very sweet of you, Santana. I'm Pam, her mom," Pam said cautiously, giving Emily a look that read, no funny business.

"Um, my room is upstairs," Emily cut in, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"It was nice to meet you," Santana nodded as she followed Emily up the stairs and to her bedroom.

After they set down the boxes they had carried up, Santana noticed the Rosewood Sharks logo on the duffle bag Emily had brought up earlier.

"Where's Rosewood?" She asked curiously, looking back at the shy Emily.

"Pennsylvania," Emily explained, "The sharks was my school mascot."

"Were you on a sports team or something?" Santana correctly assumed.

"I'm a swimmer," Emily nodded.

"Any good?" Santana asked, walking over to sit on the bay window.

"Two state titles," Emily shrugged jokingly. Santana raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"That's impressive! Maybe you can teach my best friend, Brittany. She can't swim!" Santana stated.

"Sure," Emily nodded. Santana looked down at the box full of pictures they had brought up and grabbed the first photo on the stack. It was of Emily and her three closest friends, Spencer, Aria, and Hanna.

"These your best friends?" Santana guessed. Emily nodded, remembering how much she missed them.

"Yeah, Spencer, Aria, and Hanna."

"You guys look rich!" Santana said, surprised.

"Most people in Rosewood are," Emily said numbly.

"Then what the hell are you doing in Lima Heights Adjacent?" Santana joked with a laugh. Emily's heart sank and she looked away.

"Um…we have to go unload more boxes." And with that, Emily disappeared from the room, leaving Santana confused and wondering what she had said.

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After they were all finished with the unloading, Santana invited Emily and Pam over for dinner. So, after a shower and a change of clothes, the Fields' went next door.

"Welcome to Lima Heights!" Santana's mother said warmly as they stepped into the Lopez home.

"Thank you for having us over tonight! I'm Pam Fields, and this is my daughter, Emily," Pam smiled.

"I'm Jaselle Lopez and this is my husband Marco," Jaselle pulled Pam each in for a hug and ushered them into the living room.

"Hey," Santana waved, coming down the stairs from where Emily assumed was her room.

"Dinner isn't quite ready, feel free to make yourself at home," Jaselle said warmly.

"Is there anything I can do to help with dinner?" Pam asked.

"If you'd like you can prepare the salad. Muchas gracias," Jaselle replied, smiling at Pam's act of kindness.

"I'll set the table," Marco offered, following the two women into the kitchen.

"We can go up to my room," Santana offered.

"Sure," Emily said, following the Latina up the stairs and into the first door on the left. The room was low lit and full of a kind of life that Emily couldn't describe. There were many shades of red and off-whites and black. It was sort of romantic in a way. Emily felt comfortable.

Emily looked around and noticed multiple pictures of Santana with a blonde girl who was grinning in nearly every photo, no matter if Santana was or not. She also noticed that in many of the pictures, Santana and this girl were in cheer uniforms.

"This is it," Santana said, standing in the middle of the room and holding out her arms and letting them fall to her sides. She noticed Emily looking at the pictures.

"Is this your best friend?" Emily smiled admiringly at one of Santana and the blonde at the park, sitting on the swings, their pinkies linked together. Santana moved to stand next to Emily.

"That's Brittany. She and I have been inseparable since we were four. She's the most important person in my life," Santana nodded, not being able to stop a smile from gracing her beautiful face.

"That's so sweet, is she the one who can't swim?" Emily asked with a smile, looking at Santana, who was feeling suddenly sentimental. Their eyes met and there was a sudden understanding between them.

"Yeah…Um, can I ask you something?" Santana asked, moving over to sit on the bed. Emily joined her.

"Yeah."

"Why did you move?" Santana repeated her question from earlier. Emily's smile faltered and she bit her lip before looking quickly away.

"So many questions…" Emily gave a tearful smile. For a moment she almost forgot she wasn't in Rosewood anymore. She wasn't known as the girl accused of killing her best friend. She wasn't the army brat who lived with her best friend. She wasn't the girl who befriended the outcast. She was just Emily Fields. The new girl. She could start fresh. Be honest for once without fear.

"You don't have to answer if-," Santana began.

"No," Emily touched her arm, "I want to. I'll tell you the whole story. I'm sorry I was so elusive earlier. It's a little emotional."

Santana just nodded.

"Well it all started the summer before I turned sixteen and there were-," Emily was cut off by Mrs. Lopez's voice calling.

"Dinner is ready girls!"

"We'll be down in a second, Mama!" Santana called back.

"I'll tell you after dinner," Emily promised, "C'mon."

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"So, Pam, are you married?" Jaselle asked as they all started in on their meal. Emily looked down and Santana noticed the mood fall when Pam spoke.

"Well, I am…but, unfortunately, my husband passed away about eight months ago…so we moved because of money issues…" Pam said, trying to be strong for Emily, who was wiping silent tears from her eyes.

Santana's eyes widened and she looked to her right at the crying girl. She reached over under the table and took her left hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Emily felt a spark run through her at Santana's touch.

"Oh my…I'm so sorry. Forgive me for asking," Jaselle said sympathetically.

Pam shook her head, "No, it's not your fault. We're just trying to move on and keep living the way he would have wanted."

"Good for you," Marco nodded appreciatively.

"Thanks."

"Now, enough sad talk. Dinner," Jaselle smiled.

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It was completely dark now and Emily and Santana had retreated back to Santana's room after Emily begged her mom to let her stay over for a while after dinner. They sat across from eachother on the bed with their shoes off.

"You never finished telling me about why you moved…well I mean, I know why…but, you know," Santana stumbled.

Emily nodded and chuckled, "I get what you're saying. Well, like I said earlier, it all started the summer before I turned sixteen. There were five of us who were all really close. The four of us you saw in the picture earlier today, and Alison. The five of us did everything together…but it wasn't all fun and games. Alison was like my Brittany…and well…that summer, Alison went missing." Emily paused to gauge Santana's reaction. This was the first time she'd ever fully retold the story. Santana was fixated on Emily's face, her eyes darting between Emily's mouth and her own dark orbs.

"Go on," Santana said softly.

"After that we all grew apart. I focused on swimming, Hanna had a lot of financial issues with her Mom and was dealing with her parents getting a divorce, Aria moved to Iceland for about a year with her family, and Spencer had been pushed to do perfect in school, sports, and everything else in her life. She always was competing with her older sister, Melissa, because Melissa's boyfriend at the time kissed Spencer. So anyway, a year went by and Hanna had gone from overweight to one of the most petite girls I knew, Aria came back from Iceland, and Spencer was working towards power. And me…I was dealing with a whole different kind of battle," Emily sighed.

"What do you mean?" Santana asked.

"I met this girl named Maya…and she made me realize that I…That I like girls," Emily admitted. Santana's heart secretly leapt. She smiled.

"Strictly girls?" Santana smirked.

Emily gave her a smile, "Yeah," she nodded, "So Maya, we met because she moved in next door…into Alison's old house. And about a week after that…they found Alison," Emily stopped and took a breath, "They found Alison's body. Buried in the back yard. She had been murdered."

Santana brought a hand up to her mouth, "Oh my god," she said through her hand.

"It was the hardest thing I had been through up to that point."

"Were you close with her? I mean, I know you were best friends, you and the other three with her, but I mean, you said she was like your Brittany," Santana asked.

Emily looked Santana in the eyes, "I was in love with her. And to this day I regret not telling her how I feel."

Santana suddenly felt a connection to Emily. Emily seemed to already know what had not been said yet. That Santana loved Brittany. But now Santana was also feeling something else. Something for Emily, and she liked it.

"What happened after that?"

"Well, Hanna, Aria, Spencer and I all grew back together…but something wasn't right. We all got an anonymous message from someone who called themselves A. And A knew all our secrets. Secrets that only Alison knew. They made us do horrible things. Blackmailed us into telling our lies to our loved ones. A began to tear our lives apart. The day we found out who A was...that was one of the most relieving days of my life."

"Wow…that's horrible."

"Rosewood is a very corrupt place," Emily finished.

"So now…after you know…your dad passed, you moved here?"

"Yep."

"Does your mom know that you're...that you like…" Santana struggled to say the word.

"That I'm gay? Yeah. And I had to beg to hang out here because she thinks I like you," Emily smirked across at her.

Santana blushed, "Do you?"

Emily bit her lip, "What if I do?"

Santana scooted closer to the swimmer and held her hands in her own before saying softly, "What if I liked you too?"

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I hoped you all enjoyed Chapter One! Please let me know what you think! Reviews make me write more!