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"What do you know about gangs?" Santana asked directing her sttention to Sugar and Harmony.

Sugar opened her mouth and replied, "They fight, drink, smoke and get into trouble."

Rachel chuckled and immediately, Harmony's eyes were on her. "Harmony, care to answer?"

The brunette looked stumped her blue eyes not saying anything.

"So, no then?" Rachel asked before nodding her head towards Santana.

"Alright then, tell me the rules for joining Angeles Del Demonio?"

Sugar and Harmony didn't say anything.

"If you want to join, you'll need to know them, Angeles?" Rachel said.

Joe stepped up, "One: You don't turn your back on Angeles Del Demonio."

Santana clamped his shoulder before facing the girls again. "Joey over here traded religion for us. He hasn't gone back to his extreme Christian roots no matter his the insistent. We tolerate religion, Rachel's Jewish and I'm catholic and we share our religions. However if you dedicate yourself completely to religion it's against us and against you."

Blaine recited the next rule; "Angeles Del Demonio becomes your family."

Rachel hugged Blaine now before addressing Sugar and Harmony. "When Blaine came out as gay to his parents and brother. It didn't go well. His brother, Hunter, accepted it and told Blaine it was alright. However his parents didn't take the news to kindly and kicked him out."

Blaine opened his mouth again and talked, "These two took me in after they found me out on the street. I had been living outside for about a week; Hunter isn't old enough to take care of me. He's only a sophomore. So Rachel and Santana helped me, in exchange I managed to transfer to Dalton to spy on Sebastian's gang, The Warbler Hunters, lamest name ever. Thanks to them, I now have a family and they pay for my tuition and what I own. They have become my family."

Sam spoke next, "Number three: If one of us needs help we help no matter what it is. Rachel and Santana helped me a lot when my parents lost their jobs. Thanks to a few strings, Shelby Corcoran managed to pull some strings and got a job offered to my father. Jorge allowed my mother to work at the hospital and San and Rach helped me baby sit my younger siblings. Now my folks have a house and in exchange for their kind service I became part of the gang."

"Four: We don't ask questions. We talk if we want and we listen when told to." Samara listed. "When I first joined, Rachel and Santana didn't question my reasons. They watched me very closely, but never asked. And when I broke down after my first gang confrontation, both of them were there to hear me talk. They never interrupted; they just took it all in stride."

"And number five: If you join you can't back out, it's a blood bond." Ashley said. "I've been in this gang since I was thirteen. Rachel and Santana started it when they turned twelve. I joined them a year later. I am the oldest member who has joined. And believe me I've tried to escape. We've tried leaving, but every year someone or something comes back and stops us. It truly is a blood bond. And you have to be dedicated to stay or you'll be in hell and tracked down to death even."

The room was silent. Everyone stared at the two girls in the middle. Sugar looked around, she was scared, but this was going to be her life. She needed it, and maybe one day she'd be able to talk about why. Sugar nodded to herself confirming the decision she had made what seemed like decades ago. Still, Sugar turned towards Harmony.

Harmony was struggling. It wasn't her option to be here. In fact she had a perfect career a perfect life in front of her, that could be thrown—No, would be thrown into jeopardy. And here she was willing to risk it, for this life that the others so clearly had wished hadn't pulled in. Was Harmony willing to risk everything for her best friend? For the girl she was in love with? For the girl she might pursue in hope of something else?

So when Sugar stood and nodded and the room sighed and celebrated, Harmony's heart broke slightly. She needed to think this over, but she still knew either Sugar or her would come out hurt. And she was begging that it was neither or that the hurt wouldn't be much deeper than a scratch. When everyone in the room turned to look at the younger woman, Harmony started to breathe heavier.

And when blue eyes locked with brown eyes, when Rachel's gaze stared deeply into her own. Harmony knew her decision, and she knew it was going to be a hard one. Standing up she shook her head before muttering, "I can't do this. I need to think. I'm sorry." She looked directly at Santana and Rachel and saw relief fill them.

Harmony turned to Sugar who looked hurt and stunned. "I'm so sorry, Sugar," Harmony choked. She felt tears well up in her eyes before sprinting out of the house.

Sugar didn't know why. She didn't understand why her heart winced when she saw Harmony leave the room. Or worse when Harmony turned to look back before continuing to run away.

"Sugar," Tina asked tentatively.

Rachel shook her head before facing the younger girl. Santana kneeled next to her sister as well. "Are you sure?" Santana's soft voice questioned.

Steeling her facial expressions, Sugar nodded even though she was breaking.

From her spot on the couch, Ashley pushed lightly at Samara who stood up. Walking over to both sisters she offered them a nod. Santana and Rachel looked skeptically, but nodded anyway.

"Sugar, follow me if you will," Ashley's voice offered.


Meanwhile in another house in Lima.

To high, can't come down.

Losing my head spinning round and round.

Ooh do you feel me now.

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride

You're toxic, I'm slipping under

With a taste of poison paradise

I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic?

The music was cut short. The surround system is put on pause.

"Quinn, you have to relax. You're tensing up."

"Well, I'm sorry Britt, but I'm not brilliant at this."

"Do you want to rejoin the Cheerios or not?" Brittany's voice asked seriously.

"Of course I do!" Quinn's retort came.

"Then come on. You can't let yourself stop like that." Brittany mentioned.

"Easier said than done," Quinn muttered watching Brittany through the mirror and attempting to copy her movements.

"Come on Quinn, you're not going to get better unless you start. And if you want to become head Cheerio again you've got your work cut out for you." Brittany murmured.

About another five rounds of the song again, the door to the inner studio, burst open. A small blur made its way inside and collided with Quinn.

"Eww! Mommy wo're(you're) all sweawy (sweaty)!" A child's voice rang through clearly grossed out.

"Hey to you too, Beth," Brittany's chuckle rang out.

"Mommy!"

"Yes, baby," Quinn asked.

"Wook at mwy new dwess, Gwandmwa Wudy bowght me," the two year old babbled.

"Wow, baby, you look amazing," Quinn said looking at her baby girl.

Elizabeth 'Beth' Fabray was a charming two year old. She had curly blonde hair and clear hazel eyes. She was smart like Quinn, and had Noah's smile. She was dressed in a blue dress with a black band. Her hair was down as she smiled. She looked at lot like her mother.

Lucy Quinn Fabray had it all or almost all. She never expected getting pregnant at sixteen. She had been president of the celibacy club and head cheerleader before getting knocked up. Luckily for her, her parents didn't kick her out and accepted Puck and her in. Quinn was beautiful, long blonde hair, hazel eyes, a wide smile; she was the description of beauty. After having her child at sixteen it took a lot of convincing and motivation from her best friend Brittany to get back in shape.

Brittany Pierce was Quinn's best friend her sibling in a sense. She was tall, slender, blonde and with blue eyes. Her face held a kindness and innocence that only existed with young children. She was the next definition of beautiful. Brittany wasn't known for her brains, but for her consideration.

Together they made a powerful duo.

"Mommy!" Beth whined.

"It's a beautiful dress, sweetheart."

"Thwank You," the child responded before walking out of the room.

"I love your daughter, Q." Brittany laughed.

"Well good because your my demon's godmother." Quinn stated before turning back to the mirror. "Ready?"

"Of course I am."

"Alright B, bring it."