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When high school was over for Santana and I, we never made those stupid promises everyone else makes. We never said we'd keep in touch or call each other once a week or any of that stupid shit. If we talked, we talked. If we never spoke again, that would be that. Once high school was over we were both so ready to move on to different things and leave Lima behind us, that losing a friend was fine if it meant getting out of that shithole we called home.

It's been two years since graduation, and I can count on one hand how many times we've spoken since graduation. I only saw her once in passing when we were both visiting home from college and we'd both ended up at Walmart at the same time.

Here's what I know. She and Brittany never got back together, and she doesn't like to talk about it. She found a new boyfriend who she met through a family friend, and she dropped out of college to do the office work at a recycling plant he'd kinda stumbled into ownership over after his uncle passed and no one else wanted it. She says she's not interested in girls anymore (ha ha) and is happy with this new guy. His name is Antonio, and he's from El Salvador. At least this is what she said the last time I spoke to her. But that was almost 4 months ago, and things with Santana change fast.

I came back to Lima for a few weeks before my junior year so I could spend time with my mother and her newest boyfriend. This guy was only two years older than me, and everyone could tell he was only into her for the money, but I didn't even try telling her this. Honestly I didn't really care, because as long as she was preoccupied with him she didn't have the time to bother me about not coming home, or finding myself a "good man" to spend my life with.

I hated Lima. And the longer I was away the more I dreaded coming back. I was going to this liberal arts college in California, studying journalism. It was great and I enjoyed my classes and teachers and school in general.

Being in college changed me a lot. I spent my whole freshman year dating guys and trying to find a "good man," but ultimately finding myself in the same place I'd been in all throughout high school. Uncomfortable, unsatisfied, and jammed up against the wall of the world's biggest walk in closet.

I never really dated girls, but after a particularly terrible drunken one night stand, (I ended up crying afterward and screaming about how disgusting dicks looked,) I decided to hook up with a girl. It started out with my very hot roommate, (who'd been dropping hints for the entire first month of my sophomore year.) After that it was the girl from the coffee stand on campus, followed by some girl I met at a party and never learned her name.

After that things get kind of hazy. There were a lot of girls this year, and even though I'm not exactly proud of it, I'm not ashamed either. I didn't know how much I liked sex until I started fucking girls. For a while I thought it was because I was such a prude, my mind screwy from all those days spent in Sunday school with a cross chained around my neck. But it turns out I'm just a lesbian.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through channels with my feet up on the coffee table when my phone started buzzing insistently from somewhere between the couch cushions. I was surprised to see San's number light up the screen.

"Hey Slut." I answered.

"Sup Hoe. Heard you're back in bumfuck nowhere." I could hear the buzz of machinery in the background.

"Yup. I'm here for two more weeks. Where you at? I saw your old house is on sale."

"Martiansburg, right off the highway. Mom decided she was tired of Lima, but I've been out the house for a couple months."

"You living with Tony the Tiger?"

She laughed, and it made me smile. She sounded just the same as she always had, even though I knew things were different.

"Yeah I am. Hey look Quinn, I'm getting off in about an hour, do you mind if I come over? I have something I have to talk to you about."

"Well that sounds awfully sketchy. What is it?"

"You'll find out in an hour. See you."

Before I could even open my mouth to say something else, I heard the phone click and she was gone.

Santana didn't even bother knocking. She just walked into the house like it was her own and plopped down on the couch next to me.

"I'm pregnant" was the first thing she said.

"You could say hi..." I mumbled quietly.

"Hi, I'm pregnant." she reached back to pull her hair into a messy ponytail. It was longer then I remembered, and her skin was pale despite it nearing the end of summer. Her face looked thinner, like she was losing weight rather than gaining, but I couldn't see her tummy through the baggy t-shirt she had on.

"How far along?" I asked.

"About a month and a half."

I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. So she just kept talking. "I haven't told anyone yet. I wasn't even going to tell you. Antonio doesn't even know."

I wrinkled my eyebrows. "Why haven't you told anyone?"

"Well besides the fact that no talks to me anymore besides Antonio and HIS friends, I'm not keeping it."

"What! Why?" What the fuck was going on.

"Tony isn't ready to be a Dad. We fight all the time and our relationship has pretty much gone for shit lately. I don't want to leave him... He's all I have right now. But I don't want to bring a baby into this either."

I put my finger to my temples, trying to rub away the headache forming near the front of my forehead. "So you're just going to roll up in here and spring this shit on me?"

"Yup. Because you seem to have your shit together. Better than I do. What should I do?" The calmness in her voice was completely nerve wracking. Like we were talking about the weather or how to fix a blender rather than her taking a life.

"Well first of all, you have me. You know I would kill a man for you. Just because we haven't talked in, like, months, doesn't mean anything's changed."

She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. I reached over, hesitantly putting a hand on her knee. Her hand slid into mine without a second thought, rubbing little circles over mine with her thumb.

"And second... What are you fighting over that would make an abortion okay? I mean damn San, I feel guilty every day for giving up my daughter, and she's still alive..."

She looked away from me. "It's just stupid stuff."

"Bullshit." I said quickly. "You know it's more than that."

She let her breath out in a huff. "It's not like we can't afford this baby or anything. We can. We have plenty of money coming in from the plant. We have this beautiful little house in Martainsburg. We have parties every weekend... Everything in my life is wonderful right now, except for him..."

I narrowed my eyes. There was more to it than that, and we both knew it. "Relationship problems come and go San. This is a life we're talking about."

"Whatever." She said quietly, slipping her hand from mine. I sighed, leaning over to pick up the remote from the floor. If she didn't want to listen, I wasn't going to talk. I flipped to some shitty lifetime movie and threw my legs up to rest in her lap.

"I'm spending the night okay? I don't feel like dealing with Antonio tonight."

I wanted to ask why, but I didn't bother. She'd talk when she was ready.

"Plus," she added after a quiet moment, "I missed you. Been sitting around in bumfuck nowhere with no one but my boyfriend."

I smirked to myself when she said that. "I missed you too."

After a very awkward dinner with my mother and her boyfriend, (during which Santana commented under her breath several times that my mother was "too menopausal for this shit" and "robbing the cradle,") Santana and I went upstairs to recap what I missed since moving from Lima.

Apparently Puck and Finn found jobs in the area that paid well enough that they didn't ever have to leave. Rachel was at some weird performing arts school in New York, and Brittany also dropped out of college and was working at a daycare in Michigan, for whatever insane reason.

Eventually the conversation turned to me and what I'd been doing in California. "So how many hook-ups have you had so far?" she asked, so suddenly I almost dropped the nail polish brush from where I was painting my toes.

"None." I said all too quickly, replacing the cap and tossing in across the room.

"Liar. I bet you've had dozens. All the freaks come out in Cali."

I laughed, throwing myself into the bed. "I lost count okay? I know I only hooked up with two guys."

I didn't realize what I'd said until Santana abruptly dropped her phone out of her hand. "Wait wait wait, rewind. You've been fucking girls?"

All the blood rushed to my cheeks. "It's no big deal..."

"I knew it!" She was saying loudly.

"Shhhh, shut up my mom's still awake." I groaned. Santana laughed and turned away to shut off the lights before crawling in bed next to me.

"I knew you were gay! I knew it! I mean damn, if you fucked Puck and didn't like it you must be a lesbian." I buried my face in the pillow when I felt her wrap an arm around my waist.

"Congrats." I grumbled into my pillow. "You're gaydars up to date."

"Ha ha. So have you ever had some one sit on your face?"

"I'm not having this conversation." I said, rolling over to snuggle into the crook of her neck. She giggled and pulled me closer. "Did you tell Tony you were spending the night?"

"Yeah." Her voice sounded far away. "He didn't like it, but I'll deal with him in the morning. Right now I just want to be with you."

I smiled. The room got quiet, and I listened as her breathing steadied. Out of no where I said "Once. And I was drunk."

"Did you like it?" she asked without opening her eyes.

"Fuck yeah. Except I almost drowned..."

Santana proceeded to laugh so hard she snorted.

It wasn't until the second week of school that I talked to Santana again. I had been in bed with some red haired chick I'd met at a bar across town when my phone rang.

Normally I would have ignored it, but for whatever reason I decided to answer it and I'm glad I did.

"Hello?" I was sort of wheezing trying to catch my breath.

"Uh Quinn?"

"Hold on..." I looked around the floor for my wrinkled shirt.

"Quinn Fabray are you fucking a girl?"

I heard a muffled "what the fuck?" as the door slammed behind me.

"I was about to." I answered her, stomping down the stairs and trying to remember where my car was. I had no idea how to get home from where ever the fuck this girl lived.

"Sorry for interrupting."

"You can make it up to me later. What's up?" My keys were mysteriously missing from my back pocket, and I worried for a second I would have to go back.

"I just wanted to let you know that I decided to keep him. Her. Whatever."

I stopped moving. "What?"

"Did you not hear me?"

"No I did." I said, finally finding them. I made my way out to the parking lot, and was all the way in the car before saying "Well I'm happy for you. What made you change your mind?"

"You." She said simply. She sounded far away, like her mind was somewhere else. "I told Tony today."

"Is he happy?"

She was quiet for a second, before saying "Not really... I'm really nervous Q."

"I understand, but you're gonna be a great Mom babe." I started digging around my car for my GPS.

"That's not what I'm nervous about." Out of nowhere there was a huge crashing noise in the background. "I have to go. Tony's home."

"Wait San, what the fuck..."

"Sorry Quinn... I gotta go." Then there was yelling. Like loud drunken yelling, with words I couldn't make out.

"Santana don't you dare fucking hang up..."

She was silent for a moment, and I thought maybe she was going to listen. But the she said "I love you, okay?" and the line went dead.

I called her back a dozen times, but her phone was off. I didn't know what else to do, so I drove home and lay in bed for hours, but never slept. I just replayed the conversation in my head over and over again.

For a while after that phone call I tried calling Santana every day for weeks. But her phone was always off, or went to voicemail after a couple of rings.

I didn't know what else to do, so I just tried to go on about my life as if nothing happened, which was nearly impossible. I barely slept for weeks, and when I thought I was over the strange events I started having nightmares about it. Santana wouldn't even talk to me, and I knew I was probably being paranoid… but hell, the whole thing was weird as fuck.

It was mid-November the next time I got a call from Santana. I was in class, in the middle of a lecture, but when I realized who was calling I walked out without a second thought.

"Santana!" I yelled into the phone.

"It's a girl!" She yelled back. "It's a girl and her name is Elieana Maria Remirez."

"Oh wow San! Wow, that's a beautiful name."

"I know! I'm sending you a picture of the sonogram right now. I'm so excited Q, and Tony is too. I think things are finally looking up for us. Like maybe he's finally ready to be a Dad."

"I'm so happy for you babe. Are you happy?"

"Yes. I'm really really happy. When's the next time you're in town? I want you to be around for my baby shower."

I started walking back to my dorm, no longer concerned with class or school or anything but Santana.

"I was going to stay here for Thanksgiving... I didn't take off work or anything."

"Quinn you work on campus, that's no excuse. Just come home please? You can stay with me, if you want."

"What about Antonio?"

"Antonio's gone 'till December. He had some stuff to take care of, and he's visiting his Mom, where ever the hell she is."

That sounded suspicious as fuck, but I didn't question it. After not talking to her for a month, spending a week with Santana sounded glorious.

"Okay, I'll be there. I'll start planning your baby shower now."

"You don't have to do that Quinn..."

"Sure I do. I miss you and you haven't answered my phone calls in weeks and I want to do something nice for you and Elieana."

"I'm sorry about that..." She said quietly. "Tony doesn't really like it when I'm on the phone a lot..."

Everything in my heart wanted to say something about it. Wanted to ask more about this mysterious guy who kept fucking with my best friends' heart... But I didn't. If she wanted to talk we would. So we just talked, spending the next four hours catching up and giggling and just being us.

I almost forgot then, how screwed up things were. Almost.

Please excuse any mistakes, seeing as I wrote this entire thing on my phone. This story is going to be kind of different from my last one. There will be longer and fewer chapters, and less smut. But have no fear, I'm already working on a dirty, sexy one-shot that will be posted sometime this week or next, so keep your dick in your pants. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it! Reviews are like candy for my heart, and leaving them makes me smile for days!