CHAPTER 3

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My way includes a sexually confused Santana, a bisexual Quinn and a form of incest.

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Warning: A form of incest, age difference, foul language.

Santana was sitting in the back seat of her dads car. The car was parked and she was staring out the window, surrounded by the dark sky and an unfamiliar landscape. They were parked outside of Quinn's house, and they were saying their goodbyes.

Finally.

Santana fooled herself into believing that Quinn was a good enough woman for her father, until they had their private conversation in the girls bathroom. The second they were alone the flirty blonde showed her true colours, and Santana wasn't impressed by what she saw. And now, she's convinced that if Richard stays with her for a moment longer, he's going to end up broke beyond belief.

She won't let her father go down that alley again. He got so dark last time. She could barely recognize him.

Quinn was sitting in the passenger seat and she was beginning to say her good-bye's. Santana listened carefully as the blonde whispered something sickeningly sweet to her dad. "Thanks for a wonderful night, sweetie. You're daughter is a great girl." Quinn leaned in even closer, and added something else. Santana could barely hear anything, however she did make out the word 'sexy', and after hearing that, she was glad that she didn't hear anything else.

Quinn then turned in her seat and smiled at Santana. "As for you, it was very nice meeting you, Santana. You're a wonderful girl and I hope I get to see a lot more of you soon." She finished it off with a wink and it made Santana second guess every word she said prior. Why did she have to ruin the sweet moment with a wink?

Santana licked her lips and nodded slowly, "nice meeting you, too." She waved, looking away as if she didn't care. In reality, it was nice meeting Quinn. It was nice to finally put a face to the stories and to finally have someone to blame for her dads mysterious ways. Quinn was at fault. She was the woman who had so drastically captured her dads attention and made him completely forget about the anniversary of his divorce. She helped him learn how to live again. In a way, Santana was grateful for the bubbly blonde, but another part of her couldn't stand her cocky attitude and that annoying smirk. That smirk would most definitely haunt her dreams, and Santana had no doubt that Quinn got her way because of that smirk.

It had the power to manipulate and persuade the most resistant people.

Although Quinn didn't impress Santana with her charm and over confident attitude, the Latina was still glad that the awkward first meeting was behind them. It could only go up from here, right?

Wrong.

Santana wasn't exactly the most optimistic person, so she had no doubt in her mind that her relationship with Quinn would never improve. In the back of her mind, Quinn would always be the woman that eyed her hungrily in the coffee shop while she was dating her father. If that was not a red flag, Santana didn't know what was.

Her thoughts were shaken by the car door slamming and finally, she was gone. However, Quinn left behind her scent of vanilla and strawberries. Even Santana had to admit that it was a very nice smell.

Richard turned around in his seat and smiled eagerly at Santana. Poor thing, he looked like a boy on christmas, and he had no idea that Santana hated Quinn's guts. "So? Be honest. What do you think?"

Santana inhaled sharply and lowered her gaze down at her lap. She had two options here and neither of them had a good outcome. She could either tell her father the truth and break his heart, or she could lie, pretend that she loved the blonde, and watch Richard and Quinn ride off into the sunset. Neither option sounded appealing.

"She's…" Santana started, "she's great." Santana exhaled and shut her eyes, hating herself for being such a daddy's girl. If Santana and Richard weren't close, she would easily and happily tell him that Quinn is a cocky bitch that likes to make Santana feel uncomfortable with her stupid fucking smirk. But no, she loved her dad very much, and she would die if she watched his bright smile falter.

Instead, his smile only grew wider. "Really?" Richard put the car in reverse and drove out of Quinn's driveway. While keeping up conversation, he began driving home.

"Yeah, Papa. She's the whole package. She's smart, she's funny and she's beautiful." Okay, now Santana was pushing it slightly. She already had her dad convinced, yet for some reason, her lips wouldn't shut up. "I don't know her all that well, but I can tell that she really makes you happy. I like her a lot." Santana's eyes widened. She did not mean to say all that. She knew how attached her dad got to the people he cared about. Richard loved fully and completely. He didn't believe in having a guard up and being resistant. Richard Lopez was eager to love and to be loved. If he found someone that he truly believed he connected with, he would do everything in his power to make sure it worked out. Now that Santana practically gave her blessing, he would probably start thinking about proposing, and that could not happen. Not on her watch.

"Oh, Hija, you have no idea what that means to me," his words were so soft spoken and so meaningful. Santana wanted to cry from her guilt.

"You really love her, don't you?"

His nod was all the answer she needed. "She is amazing, Santana. I can't wait for you to really get to know her. Tonight, she was pretty nervous, so she was holding back a lot. But when we're alone… she says the sweetest things."

Santana scoffed under her breath. That didn't exactly sound like the girl she met a few hours ago. The sweetest things? More like the crudest things. "Well good; I'm glad. You deserve the absolute best, Papa. I know that she's the first girl you've allowed yourself to get serious with since Mama, but please don't let yourself be blindsided by her, alright? There are so many women out there who would be lucky to be with you." Santana wanted to make sure that her father was aware of his options. He was a very good looking man, and if he allowed himself to really explore his other options, he could probably find a nice woman who wants all the same things he wants. Santana isn't sure that Quinn is that girl. Judging from the version of Quinn that she met, the blonde only cares about sex.

"She's the one, Santana. I don't want anybody else."

Santana looked down and shut her eyes. She was already too late. Richard has already fallen hard for this girl, and not even his daughter could snap him out of it. "I just don't want you to get hurt," she told him honestly.

He stared at her through the rearview mirror and he looks confused. "Why would I get hurt?

"Well.. she's 11 years younger than you, Papa. What if she wants different things? What if she isn't looking to settle down?"

Richard laughed it off as if it was impossible as he made a right turn. "Quinn and I have already discussed these things, darling. She wants all the same things as me. Trust me, kiddo, I know what I'm doing. But I love you for caring so much."

Santana offered him a weak smile as she nodded in the back seat. "I love you, too."

And she did. Santana loved her dad more than she's ever loved anyone else. For someone who didn't believe in true love, Santana has pushed aside all of her beliefs for the man that raised her. He was her exception. Richard could make her laugh on her saddest days, smile on the hard days, and distract her when she needed it the most. He understood her like nobody else. Brittany was right up there with him, but Richard took the cake. He knew all of Santana's quirks, what to avoid talking about, and what scents made her the most happy. He knew everything and because of that, he never did or said anything wrong. Truth be told, Richard was Santana's best friend. When her mother left, Santana was in a pretty dark place for a long time. She barely knew which side was up. She tried running away from her problems, but a stranger pointed her in the right direction. Afterwards, her father never let Santana out of his sight, and he brought her back to life. He saved her and he continued to save her every day. Santana loved him with all of her heart, and it was killing her that he was obliviously falling for someone that had the power to break his heart into tiny pieces. Quinn had the upper hand and could hurt him with the snap of her fingers. And it terrified Santana. She refused to see her father heartbroken again.

The rest of the drive home was silent, but Santana could practically hear Richards smile. She knew that today was an important day for him. His two favourite girls met, and that's a pretty big deal. As far as he knows, it went smoothly. He had every reason to be happy.

Eventually, they were back at their own house. Santana tiredly hugged him goodnight, and then walked up to her own room. She had a phone call to make.

Once she was alone in the comfort of her own room, Santana shut her door and sat down on her bed. She took a deep breath in, and then took a deep breath out. Tonight was almost as crazy as she expected it to be. Quinn was manipulative. Sneaky, manipulative and so insanely condescending. She acted like she knew everything, like she was better than everyone, and like she planned on stealing Richard away from Santana. It was an unsettling feeling and it bothered Santana beyond belief. She wouldn't let this bitch steal the last thing she had left.

Santana grabbed her phone and pressed her number 2 speed dial.

The phone rang twice before the angelic and always positive voice rang through her ear. "Hi, best friend! I want all the dirty details." Santana could practically hear the smirk in Brittany's voice.

"I don't know where to start," Santana admitted with a groan.

"From the beginning, silly."

Santana nodded, agreeing that that was a good starting point. "Well, she was about 5 minutes late." Saying it back, being 5 minutes late doesn't exactly sound like a horrible thing, however it only added to Santana's annoyance of the girl. "When she got there, she was all 'Oh Santana, I've heard so much about you. You're so beautiful' blah blah blah." Santana made her voice higher and more annoying as she imitated Quinn's voice.

Brittany giggled on the other line. "Santana, you love compliments. How is that a bad thing?"

"It gets worse, trust me." Santana took a deep breath in, creating a dramatic pause before she continued. "Then she had the nerve to bring up boys! She asked me if I was seeing anyone, and of course, that spiked my dads interest, and both of them were practically demanding answers from me. So I told them the truth-"

"You told them that you and Puck are special friends between the sheets?" Brittany's innocence was always so charming. Santana couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay, so maybe not the whole truth. I told them that Puck and I were just friends and that I didn't have my eye on anyone. But of course, that didn't satisfy them! My dad then practically admitted that last year he thought I was fucking gay! He rambled on about how you and I are so weirdly close and that 'a dad can never be too sure.'" Once again, Santana lowered her voice to imitate her dad.

Brittany gasped slightly on the other line. "Wait wait, your dad thinks you and I are together?"

"Hopefully not anymore! But he said this right in front of Quinn -that's her name by the way. So then Quinn begins to rant about how you must have feelings for me and if you don't your blind. It was just so incredibly uncomfortable and I called her out on it."

"What did you say?" Brittany asked, and Santana loved how much the blonde always cared.

"I told her that you and I were just friends, more like sisters, actually, and how she needed to stop pretending like she knew anything about me," Santana said in one breath.

There was a pause on the other end of the line and Brittany chuckled slightly. "Good for you. That girl needs to know that until hell freezes over, there is no chance of you and I being romantically involved."

"That's what I said!" They both laughed together, before Santana continued. "Then she tells me a little bit about herself, and for a few minutes, she actually seemed cool. It seemed like maybe, I overreacted and maybe I was too hard on her. I was actually willing to give her a chance. Shocking, right?"

Brittany giggled. "Incredibly so."

"However that didn't last long at all. You know, the whole dinner, I couldn't help but think that she looked oddly familiar, you know? Like I've seen her before," Santana said slowly. "And then she said something and it all made sense. You will never guess who she is," Santana challenged.

"Ooh, I love this game. Quinn Shephard? Quinn Paul?"

Santana furrowed her eyebrows and chuckled softly. "Uhmm.. I have never heard either of those names before in my life."

"Quinn Shephard is an american actress."

The Latina chuckled softly. "Of course she is, Britt. But no, that's not who she is. She was the girl at the Lima Bean."

Silence.

Brittany's inhale of breath was the first clue that she was going to start talking. "Wait, what girl?"

"Britt, c'mon! The girl. It was the day we skipped class to go there, and you told me that the hot blonde was eyeing me. She was practically undressing me with her eyes."

"Oh my god," Brittany said through a whisper.

Santana nodded with wide eyes. "It was her! She even confirmed it when I spoke with her in private!"

"What did she say when you asked her?"

Santana rolled her eyes. "She told me that she wasn't watching me because she was sexually interested in me, but rather she was appreciating beauty. Appreciating beauty my ass. That girl is full of shit."

Brittany laughed softly and Santana groaned at the sound. "What are the chances? So what did you say to her?"

"I told her flat out that I didn't like her. I don't like the fact that she was looking at me that way when she's in a relationship with my father. I don't like how she talks to me like I'm an idiot, and I hate her fucking smirk!"

Brittany and Santana sighed together. "I'm sorry, San. That sounds horrible. I wish there was something I can do to help you."

"Me too, Britt. Thank you. My dad loves her. I haven't seen him this happy since my mom left, you know? I'm scared that he's going to propose and that Quinn's gonna be around for a while."

"You're talking to the girl that broke up Arite and Tina. If you ever need help breaking them up.. I'm your girl."

Santana couldn't believe what Brittany was offering, but more than that, she couldn't believe the fact that she was seriously considering it. The idea of breaking Richard and Quinn up sounded so appealing, however Santana didn't know if she could do that to her dad. He's been through hell and back and if him and Quinn didn't work out, he would be a mess. Plus, if he ever found out that Santana was behind it, it would never forgive her. "That's a great offer, Britt, and I really appreciate it, but I can't do that to him. He's finally happy."

Brittany sighed. "You're a good person, Santana Lopez. However, if you change your mind, I'm here for you."

Santana smiled into the phone as she nodded. "Goodnight, Britt. See you Monday."

"See you monday."

The sound of the line ending was the last thing Santana heard before her eyes fluttered shut and she fell asleep.

Santana was wearing a jeans with a pink top and white sneakers. Her hair was in two braids and she was listening to her Mp3.

Running down the stairs, Santana was singing along to one of her favourite Beatles songs, Let It Be.

"Singing words of wisdom, let it be!" She chuckled at herself as she walked into the kitchen to find her dad standing there with a glass of wine. His hands were on the counter and he was looking down, as if debating something.

"Papa?" Santana asked, cocking her head to the right as she slowly approached him. Santana eyed the glass of wine with fearful eyes. Her dad was an alcoholic. Why on earth was there a glass of wine in front of him?

Santana rushed forward and grabbed the glass carefully. "Is this for Mama? I'll deliver it to her!" She was just trying to help him and do him a favour. If he drank it, he would probably become unhinged and Santana would never see him happy again. Alcohol killed the man inside of him.

Santana turned on her heel, ready to deliver the glass of wine to her mother, when a strong hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. Santana shrieked slightly and the wine spilled over the edges and on her pink shirt. "This isn't for Mama. This is for me. Give it back, Tana."

She furrowed her eyebrows, confused. This shirt was new. Her mom bought it for her for the new school year, and now it was stained with red wine. "But Papa, you don't drink wine anymore."

"Now I do, sweetie. Hand it over, it's okay."

"Mama wouldn't want you to have it," she protested.

Santana saw anger flash through Richard's eyes. "Well your mother doesn't have a say anymore, okay? Now hand over the fucking glass, Santana!"

Santana flinched at his words and her eyes quickly filled with tears. Out of fear, she slowly gave it back to him. She watched him grab the glass and slowly drink the entire portion. Santana gasped and tears spilled over her eyes. Richard grabbed the bottle and poured himself another glass. Soon enough, the red liquid disappeared into his mouth as well. "I'm telling Mama! You're not supposed to be drinking that, Papa! Not after last time! You promised us!" Santana was hurting all over. Why would her dad do this to her? Alcohol ruined him.

Santana turned around and started running towards the stairs. She had to find her mom. Santana stopped at the foyer when she saw three suitcases lined up at the front door. Standing beside them was her mother. Maria looked ready to go. She had on her shoes, glasses, and her coat.

"Mama?" Santana said, her voice hesitant and nervous as she looked up at the older Latina.

Maria offered her a sad smile as she slowly approached the girl. "Sweetie, what happened to your shirt?"

Santana looked down at herself and noticed the stain spreading. She looked back up at the woman and a tear slid down her cheek. "Papa is drinking again."

The woman nodded in understanding as if it made sense. But she wasn't as angry as Santana was. She didn't even seem upset. In fact, if Santana didn't know better, she could have sworn that Maria didn't care at all. "I'm sorry to hear that, angel. Mama has to go now, okay?" Maria turned around and began walking towards the door.

Santana's eyes widened as she shook her head and took a step towards her. "Where are you going?"

"Away. Only for a little while, alright? Mama will be back."

Santana cried as she shook her head viscously. "No! Mama.. I'm scared of Papa. Why are you leaving me?" Santana's voice was barely recognizable as she screamed and cried. She couldn't let her mother leave. Not until her dad was better again.

Maria sighed and leaned over, right in front of Santana's face. "I will be right back, honey. We will deal with Papa together, okay?"

She nodded viscously and looked down at the floor.

Carefully, Maria placed one finger under Santana's chin and lifted her face up so their eyes were connected. "Everything is going to be okay."

"You promise?" The 12 year old whispered.

"I promise."

Santana nodded and desperately wrapped her arms around her moms waist, burying her face in the woman's stomach. Hesitantly, Maria pushed Santana off, and the 12 year old gave her mother room to grab her things and leave. Santana and Maria looked at each other and Santana waved frantically at her. She stopped crying, however her shirt was now stained in wine and tears.

And just like that, Maria left and slammed the door behind her.

Sunday wasn't a good day. The nightmare Santana had freaked her out so much that she barely left her room. She wished that she could take credit for the nightmare and blame it on her imagination, but unfortunately, it wasn't a made up story.

What she dreamt actually happened. It was coming back to haunt her through her dreams and the thought made her sick. Santana never wanted to relive that day ever again, yet it looked like she wasn't going to have much of a choice.

She woke up crying and sobbing so loudly that her dad burst into her room and held her until she fell back asleep.

It was only 4 years ago, but so much has changed in those 4 years, yet in the same way, nothing has changed at all. Deep down, Santana is still the young and naive little girl she was when her mother walked out on her. Just like her father, deep down, he's still a struggling alcoholic. Just because he doesn't drink anymore doesn't mean he isn't tempted to. He has temptations every single day and he fights against it. He is so strong. He is Santana's hero.

So yes, it's been a long 4 years, but on days like today, it feels like just yesterday.

That day would forever haunt her.

No 12 year old should have to watch her alcoholic father relapse right in front of her own eyes. No 12 year old should have to watch her mother grab her giant suitcases and walk through the front door for the last time. And no 12 year old should have to deal with her parents' divorce when both of them were cowards. Her father was a coward because he would rather drink his problems away than deal with them head on, and her mother ran away from her problems instead of facing them. They both ran away, and Santana was forced to pick up the pieces.

Santana and her dad ordered pizza for lunch and for the first time in a while, they watched a movie together. It was a lot of fun to feel connected with him again. Santana felt much better about her nightmare when she was surrounded by him. And when Richard grabbed himself a water from the fridge, Santana cried some more and hugged him tightly. "I am so proud of you," she whispered against his neck, and she smiled when he laughed and hugged her back.

At around 7, he left to have dinner with Quinn. So Santana spent the night in her own room, on her computer, on Skype with Brittany, and sexting Puck. The boy was bored and horny, and that was never a good combination. Santana wasn't in the mood to invite him over or to leave the house, so she settled for phone sex rather than actual sex. He didn't seem to mind.

She came hard and in a way, she was thankful for the release Puck offered. She could really use it after a long day.

By 1:00 am, her dad burst through the front door. With wide, worried eyes, Santana sat up on her bed. He couldn't have been more quiet? Why did he need to make such noise and bang against the nearest wall?

The dramatic side of Santana worried that something horrible happened, so she quietly opened her bedroom door and tiptoed out. She could hear a distinctive sound coming from the front door, but she couldn't put her finger on it. Richard was definitely gasping for air, and he was rubbing something against the wall.

Santana walked over the railing on the stairs and peered her head over to look down at the foyer. Her eyes widened in shock and she covered her mouth so she wouldn't scream.

There, out in the open, Richard and Quinn were heavily making out. He had Quinn pinned against the wall, and Quinn was eagerly moaning into his mouth. Santana's eyes widened in disgust and sadness. It sucked to see her father with someone else. Let alone someone as beautiful and young as Quinn. Santana understood that maybe she was trying to take Maria's place, but it almost seemed like she was trying to take Santana's place as well.

Anger boiled in the pit of her stomach and for some reason, Santana couldn't look away.

Her brain was begging her feet to walk back into her bedroom and pretend like this never happened, and her feet were begging her brain to shut up. Santana watched and she felt so dirty because of it.

Standing over the pair, she watched as Richard grabbed a handful of Quinn's ass and squeezed it. The blonde threw her head back and moaned in approval. He must have great hands to get a reaction like that out of the blonde. They were no longer kissing, however that didn't stop Richard from kissing all the way down her neck. He sucked on her pulse point and judging from Santana's angle, he probably left a mark.

The blonde thrust her hips up uncontrollably and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "God, yes, Rich!" She screamed and Santana wanted to throw up.

"Shh, we can't wake her," Richard whispered, looking up at her hungrily, and she nodded in agreement.

Richard went back to attacking her neck and then something amazing happened. And by amazing, Santana meant absolutely terrifying and something she could never forget.

Quinn's eyes opened and found hers. Quinn was staring at her. Quinn knew that Santana was watching, and Quinn didn't say anything. Instead, the blonde stayed silent and that fucking smirk took over her face.

Then, the blonde had the nerve to playfully wink up at Santana as she rolled her hips into Richard. Santana stood there, completely frozen, and she couldn't move her eyes away from Quinn's. They were connected in that moment and Santana couldn't believe that she was stupid enough to get caught.

"So good, baby. Hmm.. you're so fucking good," Quinn purred, and her eyes never left Santana's. It felt dirty and erotic and Santana definitely realized that she couldn't watch anymore. She crossed the line from strange to inappropriate. She was so far crossed the line.

Santana blushed and quickly turned around and ran back into her room. She shut the door quietly and leaned against it. Her eyes were wide and she was panting.

What the fuck just happened?

Quinn and Richard were dry humping by the front door, and Quinn was watching her. Quinn had caught Santana and she winked at her! God, Santana was so fucking screwed.

Her father was dating a manipulative slut, and Santana had to change that.

She quickly grabbed her phone and pressed number 2 on speed dial.

It rang twice before the girl answered.

"You better have a good reason for calling me at 1:30 in the morning," Brittany's voice said tiredly.

"I need your help to break them up. I'll do anything."

There wasn't a whole lot of Quinntana interaction in this chapter, however it was my favourite to write. I loved writing the flashback, and I hope you guys enjoyed reading it.

Little Santana is so adorable I wanted to cry.

Anyway! Leave some reviews on how you think Brittany and Santana should break them up. What should they do?

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