Lima, Ohio

Kendall was so frustrated she felt like punching someone. Her jet black hair was in turmoil because of how many times she's ran her hands through it. Her mascara was smudged making her blue eyes seem even more piercing. Rosa was rubbing her back in long soothing circles while the young girl was buried head deep into her computer. It was around 3 in the morning and she'd lost all hope of Santana coming home tonight. She's starving, but she didn't think she would be able to keep anything down. Rosa gently grasped the young girl's chin with her fingers and turned her to face her. Kendall's tired blue irises stared back into caring emerald.

Rosa took a handkerchief she always kept in her back pocket and gently wiped the younger girl's eyes. Kendal sniffled a bit at the motherly gesture and felt her eyes water again. Why can't Santana ever be around when she really needs her. Rosa furrowed her eyebrows, as she wiped them away with her thumbs. She shook her head at Kendall. " Hush now child, no more crying."

Rosa wrapped her arms around the younger girl giving her the biggest hug she could. Kendall hugged her back tightly feeling as if she was going to break down again, but kept her tears at bay. Her life seemed to just get worse. Her mother barley acknowledges her, she has no one that showers her with love and attention, and she couldn't live her dream and play soccer because of her asthma. She felt as if God was trying to make her life miserable. Was she paying for her sins? She doesn't know, she's never believed in God and now she's certain there is none. Only the devil.

She shakes her head. Why is she talking like this? Her heart hurts, her head hurts she feels so empty, so alone. She's the most popular girl at McKinely High where she feared and loved, but what use is it to be loved by strangers when all she wants is to be loved by the one person that's closest to her heart? Santana is everything to her, but she's the one causing her most of her pain.

She wishes her mother was here with her right now. Her beautiful, strong, independent, and fiery mother. The one who used to pick her up and spin her around when she was sad, the one who would wrestle with her and let her win, the one who would sit in the park with her and make rude remarks about the people who walked by.

Those were the only times when she felt even remotely close to being happy. She was never truly happy, and right now she doesn't believe in happiness. She wonders if her sister is happy. They were twins right? Did her sister share the same sadness as her? Was she alone like Kendall was? The beautiful teenager was so alone in this world. She felt so alone. Why are bad things always happening to her, why cant she ever catch a break, why just why.

She buried her head deeper into Rosa's chest. She stared at the tattoo on her wrist, the one Santana hadn't even noticed. It was of Santana's name, written in perfect cursive. Angel's feathers framed the name, they were red; Santana's favortie color. She tried to sit up but quickly decided against doing so; her head was pounding so badly from all the crying she had done. "Are you alright now Ken?" Rosa asked while looking down at the girl with concerned eyes. Kendall smiled weakly "All that damn crying and now my head is killing me." Rosa chuckled and lightly pushed Kendall to a sitting position, "Stay right here i'll get you some painkillers, a glass of water and a few pieces of toast to help coat our stomach I know you're starving".

Losa Angeles, California

Did you hear that? It was the sound of a heart breaking. Or maybe it was the sound of Brittany's iPhone hitting the ground causing the screen to shatter. It had slipped out of the teenage girl's hand and on to the hard, cold, floor below. Rachel flinched at the sound, but didn't take her eyes off of Krista. Carly hid behind Krista's pants leg and stared at the broken screen with wide golden hues. Brittany could care less about her phone; all she was worried about was her daughter.

Krista felt warm tears cascade down her face, drip down her chin, and staining her blue shirt. Her petite hands gripped the side of her skinny jeans as she locked eyes with Brittany. Did she hear her right? Did she say that woman she's never seen before in her life is her mother? She must have heard wrong. She couldn't be! Brittany has to be her mother. She's seen the scars from child birth on Brittany's body. She has the exact same, breathtaking blue eyes Brittany has. They have the same exquisite bone structure they even have the same dust of freckles on their noses!

This has got to be a sick ass joke. She looked around for any cameras from MTV or something. She sees none. So maybe this isn't a joke. This is fucking real life. Looking at the woman in the picture was like looking into a mirror. They looked just alike! Same tanned skin, jet black hair, pouty full lips, and the same small nose. This is fucking crazy.

Carly looks like Brittany more than her. She figures more than Kendall to because their twins. Carly looks like the woman too. The same chubby cheeks, golden brown eyes, but her hair is more blonde and it's curly. Krista winced suddenly, like someone just punched her in the chest. Her hands began to throb to, as if she's been punching a wall. She rubbed them absent-mindly while looking at Brittany. The blonde bombshell had yet to say anything.

"She's special." Brittany muttered absently. "There are none like her."

Yes, Santana is special. That body was something to be amazed about for she was not a male, but she wasn't fully female. She was god's gift to mankind. "I don't understand."

Krista tilted her head to the side, like a confused puppy. Brittany decided not to beat around the bush. "Kris how old do you think I am?" Brittany asked slowly. Rachel's head snapped up. Big brown doe eyes were wide when she figured out what Brittany was doing.

Kristy furrowed her brows, thinking how irrelevant this was to their current problem. Come to think of it she's never even known how old her mama was. Well if she's fifteen maybe around 40 something?

"42, 43?" She guessed exasperatedly.

Brittany shook her head with a small smile. "I'm 31."

"Okay I don't know how-" Snap. Then it hit her, like that bus driver who knocked out that one girl in Cleveland. If she's 16 and Brittany's 31 that means Brittany had her when she was 16! That means Brittany was pregnant in high school! That means she was knocked up. If Brittany just said that, that woman is her mother that would mean that the woman knocked her up?

Her mind was going faster than Ty Lawson on the fast break.

No way.

Was Brittany implying that this woman was actually a he she? Her "dad" was a tranny.

"So wait...you mean to tell me that my dad is a tranny?" She almost yelled. Brittany shook her head. This is going to be harder than she thought.

"Santana is not a tranny Krista. She's a work of art. She is all female except down there." Krista felt herself blushing. She doesn't believe what Brittany is saying to her.

"You're lying! You're not my mom; she probably is my real mom!" She screamed.

Why cant she just tell me the truththeres no why what she's saying is true has she always lied to me and where the hell is Santana and my sister now.

Lima, Ohio

Kendall woke sometime later, something was scratching on the window. She looked to her left and saw that Rosa had fallen asleep next to her on the bed. She smiled a bit at the maid. She was so thankful for her, without her she'd probably have broken sooner. She turned her blue eyes back toward her window. She looked into the tree near her window. It's probably just some cat. She shook her head she knows it's not. She made sure Rosa was still sleeping before crossing her messy bedroom over to the window. She opened it and was immediately met Lexi's pissed off expression.

"Bitch I've been sitting in this fucking tree for like 30 minutes." The girl grumbles, jumping into the room. Kendall rolls her eyes at the girl but a smile is ghosting on her lips. "Damn you look like shit."

Kendall chuckles humorlessly, running a hand through her hair. The girl drops the bag she was carrying and walks over to the shorter girl. She takes off the beanie she's wearing and places it on Kendall's head and hugs her hard. Kendall buries her head into the girl's chest, inhaling her scent. She smells of rain and secret deodorant. Kendall smiles when the girl's hands wonder down her back and onto her ass. She slaps her playfully and pushes her away.

The girl smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head. "Alexia it's three in the morning why are you here?" Kendall asks dragging her out of the room so they wouldn't wake Rosa. Once they were downstairs in the kitchen, Kendall goes into the fridge and pulls out a Coke for herself and some Kool aid for her friend. Alexia grins. "Youre giving me this shit cause I'm black?" She says reaching for the kool aid.

Kendal snorts out a laugh. Her blue eyes are a bit brighter now that her best friend is here. "You're only half black Lexi so it's only half offensive."

Alexia grins, her braces are light blue. She has a really beautiful smile. "I wanted to show you something!" She finishes the glass off and runs back upstairs to get her bag. Kendall shook her head. A few minutes later she returns with her computer, that's what was in the bag. The young computer hacker sets it on the counter and beckons the younger girl over. Kendal looks over her shoulder. "Your fight yesterday with Mackenzie got 30,000 views on Youtube! That's fucking crazy!"

Kendall widens her eyes. Damn who put it up on Youtube and why did so many people watch it!

"Why is that a good thing?" Rosa's sleepy voice asked from the entrance of the kitchen. This is usually the time she gets up to do her work.

Alexia wrapped a strong arm around her friend's neck. "Because that means the shit that went down in the video is fucking epic and everybody and they mama are talking about it!" Be proud my girl here is Youtube famous!

Rosa walked over and watched the video. "Oh dear god. That was a nasty right hook!"

"Watch this! Here comes that deck."

"DAAAAYYYUUUMMM" They yelled at the same time. Kendall rolled her eyes. They act just like a couple of little boys at times.

She begins to think of what happened earlier when an idea pops into her head. She pulls Alexia away from the computer and drags her into the living room and sits onto her couch. Alex pouted. "What ?"

Kendall smiles flirtatiously, running a finger over the girl's tantalizing lips and stares into eyes that seem to glow in the darkness. "Alexia Santos, the best hacker in America."

Alexia smiled. "That's me. What can I do for you?"

Kendall kissed her cheek softly before trailing her hands over defined abs. "I need you to find someone for me."

Alex smiles. " I can find anyone, anywhere, anytime, anyplace. Just give me a name and a reason."

Kendall ghosts her lips over her friend's. "Do I need a reason, Santos?"

"N-No. But I still need a name." Alexia says with half closed eyes.

"Krista Pierce." Kendall says kissing her fully.

Alexia half opens her eyes . "She will be found. Just give me an hour."

Los Angeles, California

Krista was angry. How dare Brittany try and feed her mind such lies! She glares hard at her mother. "SHUT UP SHUT UP." She places her hands over her ears. She felt like bursting. Brittany has just spent the last hour telling her everything. EVERYTHING. Every single detail, ever little lie with every breath she took. Brittany's photographic memory allowing her to forget nothing. She can't believe what she's just heard it makes no fucking sense. None of this makes no fucking sense!

She can't stand it. She turns and runs out the house, ignoring Brittany screaming asking her to wait. She already had her shoes on so nothing stopped her. She bursts through the door, jumping over their little fence and running into the street. She ignores the horn and angry voice of the car that almost hit her and she was blazing down the street. Brittany was at the door just in time to see her daughter almost get smashed by that car.

She falls to the ground in tears. She's fucked up. They all fucked up.

Krista runs faster and harder than she has ever ran before. Her heart is beating faster, her legs are burning, her lungs are begging for a let up. She's getting weird looks from the people in cars and outside but she doesn't care.

She's running like she can run away from her problems. Maybe they can't catch her if she runs fast enough. She pushes herself even faster, trying to push herself to no return. No one can catch her, even if they tried. Suddenly the breath is knocked out of her, and she's falling hard. The sidewalk scrapes and scratches her as she slides on the ground. She screeches in pain as her arm twists as she falls on it in an attempt to catch herself.

She lays there for a second, she's in intense pain but it dulls down to a painful throb. Her arm feels like it's been broken but she can't be sure. She sits up and cradles it to her chest. It was already swelling. Whatever she hit was enough to bring her back to reality.

"Oh shit Krista you okay?" That voice. Krista opens her eyes. She panics, she just ran into her crush. Spencer limps over to the distraught girl and kneels to her level. Her cheek is scraped badly and the blood is dripping down her face onto her white shirt. She doesn't seem to care as her misty grey eyes arelooking at Krista. "Oh my god I'm so sorry Spence, here let me-" She tries to reach for the girl's face but winces in pain when her shoulder whines in protest.

Spencer cursed slightly, but picked the girl up bridal style and sat her on the bus stop they fell in front of. She takes the bandana she's wearing in her hair and wraps it around Kristen's wrist where it was bleeding. She takes of her shirt, leaving her in just a tank top and puts Kristen's arm in to it. She looks over for any other injuries. "Are you okay? You look like you were running from the cops." Spencer said touching her wound and wincing. It's a bad case of road rash.

"No I was just training you know I gotta stay in shape for the big game after winter break." She gave a humorless chuckle. Spencer didn't smile or anything just pushed the hair out of her face. "I'm not dumb. Your makeup is smudged you've been crying. Fight with your mom perhaps?" Spencer said.

Krista smiled a genuine smile this time. This is why she's so in love with this girl she's such a sweet person, analyzing everything, never judging, just a beautiful soul. "Yeah we got into a huge fight. Nothing will ever be the same again." She said sadly.

Spencer nodded in sympathy. "Everything will be okay Krista. I'm sure your mother loves you just the same, hell I know my mom is a pain in the ass alot of the time but we cant help but love them at the same time right?"

Krista nodded. "Are you and your mom close?"

Spencer furrowed her brows. "I wish half the time the bitch cant even stay awake because she's so damn drunk or high, If she not drinking, she's smoking and if she's not smoking she's drinking. She's so out of it most the time she can bearly remeber my name. If it wasn't for my dad I'd be up shit's creek without a paddle or boat.

Krista winced. "I'm so sorry Spence."

"It's okay shit happens for a reason thats what people say right?" She gave a lopsided smile. "I miss her they way she was when I was little I always hope the next day she'll get a wake up call and stop." Spencer said while looking up at Krista. Spencer was a tiny girl, she was a bit shorter than Krista who was 5'6. So she was maybe about 5'0 and a half.

"Why don't I walk you home?" Spencer said grabbing Krista's hand to help her up from the bench. Krista gasped swearing she felt an electrical charge radiate when their hands touched. "Thanks , I'd really appreciate that."

Krista was about to stand when she felt vibration coming from her pocket. She was positive it was Brittany. She gave an apologetic smile to the dark haired beauty and fished her now cracked Galaxy 3 out of her pocket. She didn't even check the caller number just said "Yes?"

"Krista Pierce?" An unknown voice purred into her ear.

"yes this is she." She said.

"I have someone who wants to talk to you."

Krista furrowed her brows. "Um ok?"

She heard some scuffling in the background. And a very faint "Stop being a little bitch" before a timid voice was heard.

"Krista Pierce?"

"yeah who is this?"

"Did you by any chance just recently find out you have a twin sister named Kendall?"

"Who is this and why do you want to know?"

"I'll take that as a yes...I'm Kendall Lopez your sister."

AN: OMG you guys thanks so much for all the amazing reviews and I'm sorry for updating so late...I'm raising a future movie star and his schedule keeps us away in NYC alot so Ive been catching up on some much needed sleep.