AGAIN, IF YOU SEE RANDOM NAMES IN HERE LIKE JOHN, AND KAYLEE, JUST IGNORE IT. ITS FROM ANOTHER STORY THAT THIS USED TO BE BEFORE I CHANGED IT TO A FANFICTION.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE (but i DO own Aunt Emily, Maycee, Dana, and Mira)

"Santana, are you paying attention?" Mr. Evans asks the tan-skinned girl sitting in the front row of seats.

She looks up from her phone, and stares at him. What does he want now? She was just in the middle of a text.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure." She says, looking back down at her phone.

"Well, then can you tell me what the answer to this quadratic equation is?" he asks.

Typical Mr. Evans. It seems like he's always reminding her how smart he is and how dumb she is. I mean, if she's in a math class with underclassmen, she already knows she's stupid. But she doesn't need him to constantly remind her of her lack of intelligence.

"I don't know, let alone care. Why don't you ask somebody that actually does?" She asks getting irritated. She hears a snort from someone in the back of the room. She turns around and sees one of her best friends, Dana Washington, trying not to crack up. She gives her a wink and turns back around.

Mr. Evans looks around the room for somebody raising their hand. No one does. Everyone is texting, sleeping, or staring into space. He scowls and turns his attention back to Santana.

"I suggest you watch your attitude, Miss Lopez. Oh, and pay attention next time." He says, before turning his peanut-headed self back to the board.

"Pay attention my ass." She says under her breath.

"What was that, Santana? You know what? I don't care; go to the Headmistress' office, now." Mr. Evans says sternly.

Santana gathers up her books and hastily leaves the classroom, eager to escape. She doesn't know why he's sending her there. The Headmistress is her Godmother, and she's totally bias. It's not like she's going to give her detention or anything. Plus, it's not her fault that he hates her, he's probably jealous. I mean who wouldn't be if a student of yours has more money in her purse every day than what you get every two weeks?

She turns the corner to the Headmistress' office and trudge straight in.

"You could at least knock!" Aunt Emily scolds. She looks up and sees Santana sitting there.

"Santana, what happened now?" she asks in that Principal-y tone.

"Mr. Evans was being an asshole, as usual."

"Santana, you can't keep getting an attitude with your teachers!" she demands.

"But they all hate me! I'm not just going to let them yell at me!" she raises her voice.

"Do not yell at me, Santana. I believe you are forgetting your place in this conversation. We're done here, go to lunch."

She leaves the office in a huff and steps out into the hallway. Whatever, she loves Aunt Em and all, but sometimes she gets too caught up in her role as Headmistress.

"Sticks!" She hears a girl's voice yell. Santana turns around at the sound of her nickname. She sees Dana running down the hall, with her long strawberry blonde hair whipping behind her. Her friends call her Sticks because she has long and skinny tan legs. Original, she knows.

When she catches up to her, she says: "That was hilarious!"

"Yeah, it was." She pulls her into a hug and then they walk together to the cafeteria. They sit down at their usual table, which is right next to the windows. Dana sits next to her boyfriend, Michael, and Santana sits down next to her other best friend, Maycee.

"Hey San, what's up?" she asks in her sweet, angelic voice. Maycee is an amazing singer and actress. She's always the star of all of our school's musicals. She could easily be the next Kristin Chenoweth.

"Nothing, I got kicked out of Mr. Evan's class again."

"Again? It's only the third month into the school year and you've managed to get kicked out of his class, like every day?"

"It's not my fault he has a something against me!"

"I know, but –''

"But what? Are you taking his side?" Santana snaps.

"San calm down; you're turning into a spaz again." Dana says after pulling her lips off of Michaels.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Maycee." She apologizes. Maycee sighs and says that it's ok. This routine happens a lot. Santana snaps out on someone for no reason, someone points her out on it, and she apologizes for it. Aunt Emily has been working with her anger problems for years, but it's obviously not working.


"Wait. So you guys broke up?" Dana asks while tucking her knees up to her chest. She's referring to Santana's boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend, Jack. They've been broken up for over a week and Dana is just now realizing that they're not all over each other at lunch anymore.

"Yes, Dana. We did. It just wasn't working out."

"Wasn't working out? You had total control over him!"

"That's the problem. You know I hate to admit it, but you and I both know that I can get a little demanding sometimes."

"A little?" Dana asks.

"Shut up."

"Santana, I'm home." Aunt Emily calls from the foyer.

Since Santana's kind of like an orphan, Aunt Emily has been her guardian ever since her Dad died. She's not her legal guardian, but Santana's dad had her as her arranged caretaker just in case something happened to him. And something did. It's been three years since he passed away. Santana guesses that she's over it by now, but she still misses him. I mean how can you not miss the guy that raised you from birth to thirteen?

"Hola Emily." Santana says to her.

"Hey Emily." Dana says. Aunt Em allows Santana's friends to call her by her first name outside of school, but if you even think about calling her Emily in school, you will get at least one week of detention.

They all hear the doorbell ring once Emily makes it into the kitchen.

"Who's that?" Santana asks Aunt Emily.

"I don't know. Why don't you answer it?"

The Latina deeply sighs. She usually doesn't have to do things for herself. But apparently, Aunt Emily is still trying (and not succeeding) to break her out of that.

"You know what? I'll get it. I was just leaving; I have to study for a Physics test tomorrow. Bye, San!" she calls behind her. Santana rolls her eyes and gets up to follow her. They both know that she doesn't study for any tests, especially physics. In Santana-Dana code, "I have to study for a test" means "I'm going to go hook up with my boyfriend. I'll see you tomorrow!"

When Santana opens the door, a woman is standing there. Dana glances from the woman to Santana , gives the woman a weird look, and walks down the brick pathway to her car.

"Santana? Is that you?" the lady asks before pulling Santana's half-shirt and super short boxer short self into a hug.

She immediately pushes her away.

"Who the hell are you, and why do you think you can get away with touching me?!" She demands.

She wipes her arms off as if the woman is carrying a deadly disease and gives her the signature "Lopez" glare.

" I'm Mira Fabray and I –"

"And what are you doing here Mira?!"

"Well I came to –"

"Can we hurry this up? I have things to do."

"Quite an attitude you've developed. I should have seen that coming how your father always used to –"

"You knew my father?!" She demands. "Were you one of my old nannies?"

"No. I wasn't a nanny or will I ever be one. Santana, I'm your mother." She says softly.

"Mother?" the young Latina asks. Uh, what? Her mom? Her mom left her dad and her when she was only five years old.

"Did you miss me?" she asks. Santana doesn't understand. She basically missed her whole life, and now she thinks she can come to her house and pick up where they left off? You know what Santana says to that? No effing way.

"Mom?" Santana asks again. She reaches out her arms as if she's going to hug her. But instead, she slams the front door in her face. Hell no Mom. She didn't miss you at all.


"Santana who was at the door?" Emily asks from the kitchen. But Santana doesn't respond, she just stomps up to her room. Huh, that's weird, Santana always has something to say. Whoever's at the door must have upset her because Santana only really goes to her room when she's upset.

Emily puts down the food that she was putting away on the counter and goes to see who's at the door. When she opens it, she receives the shock of her life.

"Mira?" Emily can't believe what she's seeing.

"Oh my God, Emily!" Mira exclaims reaching out to hug the blonde haired woman.

"No. Don't. I don't want to hug you and you know why. But I do think we need to talk so come inside." Emily leaves the door open and walks into the living room.

"Wow, it looks exactly the same." Mira breathes as she takes in the spacious house that she used to call her home.

Emily hums in response and sits down on the couch, motioning for Mira to do the same.

"So I'm just going to cut to the chase. Why are you here, Mira?" Emily asks while looking into the eyes of the woman she used to call her best friend.

"Well, to be honest, I, I missed Santana." she stutters. Emily, being her ex-best friend, knows that she stutters when she's nervous, and she feels a little guilty making her nervous, but then quickly shakes the feeling off remembering why she is mad at her.

"What do you mean you missed her? Ten years went by and you haven't turned up. Why now?"

"Well I have a husband now, and he has a daughter. We've been married for about six years, and his daughter, Quinn, calls me mom and everything. In fact, she's Santana's age. She is actually-"

"Mira, focus." Emily reminds her because at the pace they were going, Emily would have turned forty by time Mira finished .

"Okay, so anyways, I really only came because, I, I, I heard a-about James." Mira says with her eyes on the hardwood floors.

"About James? That happened over three years ago. How could you have not heard about it by now?" Emily asks, confused.

"I refused to read everything that had to do with him. I'm not really sure but for some reason I found out a week ago."

"So that's your reason for coming here. But what were you planning on doing here?"

"Well, that is what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. I, uh, I want Santana to come live with me."

"What?!" Emily exclaims.

"I want Santana to live with me. I am her mother after all. There is no doubt that I have failed her in the past, but I-"

"No doubt?! Mira, do you realize what you have done to the poor girl?! She has gone years, Mira, years, without a mother! Did you know that until about a year ago, she thought it was her fault that you left?! She said that if she wasn't the way she is, then maybe her mom would still love her! Did you realize that when you oh so selfishly left, that I would be the only one left to pick up the pieces?! No, you didn't because the only person you think about is yourself! Santana cried herself to sleep every night wanting her mommy. And James became painfully depressed. But you didn't know any of that, because you were gone. Why would you do something like that? Why would you leave such a loving and happy family?" Emily asks, softening her tone up a bit. She wipes the tears that have spilled down her cheeks, and looks at the brunette sitting across from her.

"I wasn't happy. In fact, I hated my life. I had a daughter and I didn't know what I was doing. And I hated being in the public eye all the time. It was too much for me. I was just so young, I didn't know what to do, so I left. After I traveled around for a bit, I settled into Lima, Ohio. After I met Russell, I realized what a mistake I made, and I have thought about Santana every day since I left. I believe that I can be a good mother to her, and I will make up all that lost time up with her if you let her live with my family and I." Mira says, with a pleading look in her brown eyes.

"Mira, you are very lucky that I believe in second chances. I am going to let you bring Santana home with you." Emily says. Mira opens her mouth to thank her but Emily shushes her.

"That does not mean I forgive you. It is simply a second chance in order to right your wrongs. Now, before you get excited, I need to tell you about Santana."

"What do I need to know?" Mira asks, anxious to know about her daughter.

"Well the first thing you need to know, is that she is a very difficult child to deal with in many ways. She doesn't really listen to anyone except me, and she tends to have an attitude. She also does not enjoy talking about her feelings very much. She puts up walls so nobody can see what she's feeling. She also has some anger problems and may get into fights at her new school. But underneath all that, she's a sweet, loving, protective, sixteen year old girl. Santana doesn't show that side of her to many people, because she only trusts about a handful of people, so I hope that she will learn to trust you enough that you'll break through her walls and learn about the real Santana. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go wake up sleeping beauty herself."