A/N: First of all, thank you guys so much for all the sweet reviews, follows and favorites on the first chapter! I loooove you guys for making me smile. Okay so anyway, here's the next chapter, hope you guys still like it!

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You wake up to strange, unfamiliar surroundings on a bed that was extremely comfortable.

You shoot up into a sitting position so quickly that your head feels like it's spinning.

Your first response was to panic, but then, all at once, your memories from the day before rush into your mind.

Santana's face appears in your head.

Sighing, you let your head fall back onto the fluffy down pillow as a sick feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. By just being in her house, you realize that you were probably putting her in danger.

You didn't even know what to think right now.

As you look around the room, you also realize that it was definitely the fanciest looking place you've ever been in. You were laying in a king sized bed and there was a half a dozen pillows surrounding you.

There was a deep cranberry canopy hanging over the bed. You felt like a princess.

Princess Quinn.

That thought made a smile spread across your face.

Maybe you should get up and walk downstairs, hoping for the best?

That was when the strong smell of bacon hit your nose. Your stomach growls loudly.

Holding your breath, you start walking down the spiral staircase, which apparently led directly to the kitchen.

You swear that you must be in a castle; there was no way a normal house could look like this. Everything looked perfect.

You automatically see Santana sitting at the circular island in the middle of the humongous kitchen.

She smiles at you from over the top of the coffee mug that she had raised to her lips. "Morning Q. Help yourself," She gestured to the massive amounts of food surrounding her.

You shake your head. "Not hungry," You say quietly. Your stomach betrays you though, growling loudly once again.

Cursing under your breath, you rest your hand on your stomach. This just makes the Latina chuckle.

She got up and walked over to you, tugging you over to a chair. You didn't argue as she gently pushed you down onto the seat and placed a plate in front of you, piling it with enough food to feed a small family for a week.

"Eat, and then shower. I've got a surprise for you," You didn't know it was possible for her smile to grow any more, but it did. Her dark eyes sparkled and it looked like she was genuinely excited about the day she had planned for the two of you.

You slowly drifted back to reality. "Look, Santana..." You say slowly, pushing the plate away from you. "I really appreciate what you're trying to do and all, but I don't accept charity. What am I, your prisoner?"

As soon as the words left your lips, you wished you could take them back. It'd been a really long while since someone was this nice to you and you figured that you shot your last chance of being looked out for, straight to hell.

Her smile didn't waver though as she lightly patted your back. "Quinn, it's not charity. You can leave any time you want. I just thought we could both use a friend."

Santana never actually was this nice to anyone. You didn't know that at the time though.

You shrank away from her. "You're obviously rich," You gestured around the room. "Why would you waste your time with someone like me?"

She almost looked sad that you'd speak that lowly of yourself. "Money isn't everything," She told you softly.

That made you scoff and you bit your tongue to keep from laughing. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'd much rather cry in a mansion than on the street."

The girl gave you a sad smile. "That's fair enough. But, you have a choice now."

You nodded, but you didn't really need to think it over. You already knew that you would be sticking with this girl until she decided to kick you out.

...

Just over two hours later, you both had eaten and taken showers in separate bathrooms that were in the same hallway.

You let Santana brush the tangles out of your hair and your borrowed an outfit from her. Thank God you were the same size because although your own clothes weren't ripped or gross, they were still old.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You don't think you ever looked this good before. Your hair was shiny and perfectly straight and you looked like any normal teenage girl with a home and family. It almost made you want to tear up. Almost.

You figured that you had gone over your yearly quota for crying already.

Santana was standing behind you and when you turned to face her, you smiled at each other.

"San..." You began, testing out the nickname. "I'm sorry I was sort of a bitch before. You just don't really know anything about me. Truth is, I could use a friend. So, if I haven't scared you off yet..." You left your sentence hanging.

She laughed softly. It might've been the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. Why were you suddenly mesmerized by this girl?

"Quinn, I don't get scared easily," She tossed an arm over your shoulders and led you outside to her car.

...

You'd been on the road with her for about ten minutes. You didn't even recognize the part of Ohio you were in since you left her house.

All you knew was that you were in a big city. But honestly, you didn't even know Ohio had cities that were this big.

You turned to her. "Santana?"

"Yeah?" She answered, stopping the car at a red light and looking back at you.

You dropped your gaze to the spotless car floor. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

Since you weren't looking at her, you didn't see that her shoulders visibly tensed at the question.

"I have my reasons," She answered quietly as the light turned green.

You wondered what those reasons were, but decided not to ask.

Santana's voice broke you from your thoughts. "What's your favorite color?"

The question made both of your eyebrows shoot upward. "Huh?"

She shrugged, glancing over at you before focusing her eyes back on the road. "You said I didn't know much about you. So, what's your favorite color?"

You cracked a genuine smile. "Pink," You answered.

Santana smiled back and it made your stomach fill with butterflies. "Mine's purple," She told you.

For the next twenty minutes, the two of you went back and forth asking basic questions. You both kept it silly, with the most serious question being "what's your last name?"

"Fabray," You told her.

"Lopez," She said back.

Then, she pulled up to a plaza with at least a few dozen stores surrounding you.

You raised your eyebrows again. "Why are we here?"

"We're going shopping!" She said happily, parking her white Cadillac and tugging you into the nearest store, which happened to be Gucci.

You laughed, letting yourself be pulled along.

This girl was way more excited about shopping than any normal person should be, you thought, watching her flip though a rack of clothes like she was on a mission.

Santana called you over and began piling clothes into your arms. "Here, try these on."

On top of the stack of clothes, she dropped a handbag. The price tag was turned towards you and you could clearly see the price.

$2,500 for a purse?! What the actual fuck!

That was like a small fortune to you.

You could have lived off of that money for at least two months.

As you looked up at your friend to ask if she normally spent this kind of money, you saw him in the corner of your eye.

He was hard not to see, standing at 6'5" with scraggly brown hair past his shoulders.

Your heart stopped and your blood went cold.

You needed to get out of there now.

You thanked God that he wasn't looking in your direction.

How the hell did he find you?

Pushing the clothes you were holding into the arms of a sales lady, you grabbed Santana's hand, pulling her to the exit as discretely as possible.

"What are-" You pressed a finger to her lips and shook your head, hoping she'd get the hint and just follow you.

Luckily, she trusted you for some reason so she shut her mouth and let you pull her out of the store and around the corner.

When you were both a safe distance away from the store, you pressed your back against the side of a tall business building and squeezed your eyes shut. Your hand was still in hers.

"Okay, care to explain why you just dragged me away from a pair of jeans that made my ass look perfect?" You could tell she was trying to ease your mind and lighten up your obvious tension so you gave her a tiny smile.

With your eyes still closed, you muttered, "I'm in trouble, San."

Even though you couldn't see her, you felt her move closer to your side, her grip on your hand tightening. "What kind of trouble?" She asked quietly.

You bit down so hard on your bottom lip that you almost drew blood as you opened your eyes. "I can't do this." And with that, you turned and sprinted away from her, down the sidewalk.

You ran until you didn't have any breath left in your lungs. Leaning against the wall of the place you were standing in front of, you checked to see if there was anyone behind you. There wasn't.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, you stood up straight and turned back around.

You were greeted by the heavy smell of alcohol and the man you feared most in the world.

"Hey Lucy baby," He said lowly, a disgusting grin stretching across his face. "I've been lookin' all over for you." His words were slurred and he reached out, grabbing your arm so tightly that you were sure it would leave a bruise. You bit back a whimper of protest.

"Get away from me," You tried wrench your arm back from his grasp but it just made him close his fingers tighter around your forearm.

"You still owe me, bitch," He growled. Tears blurred your vision but you willed them away. You wouldn't let him see you cry.

You didn't know what to do. There was no way you'd be able to fight him, he was twice your size and he had at least a hundred pounds on you.

The numbness that had racked your brain for the past few days was gone, and fear took it's place.

Your only option was to go with him.

Besides, the person who would normally protect you was dead now.

You were on your own.

Just as you were about to give up, you heard a familiar voice.

"I'm about to go all Lima Heights Adjacent on your ass."

A/N: I'll explain everything more in the next chapter. Thoughts?