Clint forgot about the resemblance between Quinn and Natasha when they got back to New York. Mostly because of the giant crabs the Avengers had to take care of in Queens. He remembered a week before the regionals competition back in Ohio. He decided to drag Nat along with them. If she isn't even a relative, he's sure that Santana and Kurt would like her. Now, he just has to convince Tasha.

"But Nat," Clint whined. "Kurt wants to meet you. He recognizes that you're a very fashionable person. And he has a thing for sai swords!"
"Fashionable?" Natasha asked with that damn eyebrow raise.
"Yes, fashionable. His words. The ability to transform yourself into different people for missions apparently requires some knowledge about fashion. According to him."
"Phil! Help me convince Tasha to come with us to regionals!" Clint yelled as Phil walked into the room.
"I'm sure you would get along great with my niece Santana," Phil told her. "And you can meet Stark's kid."
"Fine," Natasha huffed. "But only because I want to see if Tony Stark's offspring is just as annoying as him."

"I can't believe I'm here," Nat muttered to herself as she followed Clint and Phil to their seats.
"We're going to get dinner with the kids after, on Stark." Clint told her.
"Fine."
"Just try to relax, Tasha. Enjoy the music."
Yeah, like that was going to happen. She could at least make a game of figuring out which kid was Stark's.

After the competition (and maybe Nat was cheering for New Directions when they won, because they were actually not bad), Clint practically dragged her backstage where they met up with the group.
"Natasha, this is my nephew Kurt, my brother Burt, his wife Carole, and my her son Finn."
"Oh my god! It's so nice to finally meet you! Uncle Clint talks about you a lot." Kurt told Natasha.
"It's nice to meet you Natasha. Clint's told us so much about you." Burt said as he shook her hand.
Natasha quirked her eyebrow at Clint. What did he tell them?
"Whoa, you look like Quinn when you do that," Finn said.
She just shrugged and turned to find Phil, who was calling her.
When she found him, he was in a hushed discussion with a young Latina. Probably his niece.
"Phil," she called.
"Hi Natasha. Santana, this is my friend Natasha. Natasha, my niece Santana."
"So you're the one Uncle Phil's been talking about," Santana said with a smirk. "The one that could teach me things. Many useful things."
Natasha gave her a quick once over. She could probably do some damage now, but she could train her to be more effective.
"Hats not what I meant Santana. I meant to convey that you do not offend her."
"Whatever. I know how to read between the lines."
She liked this girl. She has some spirit.
"I'll think about it," Natasha replied simply.
"I'd have to supervise," Phil said, not trusting the two of them alone. They would scheme. Against him most likely.
"Wanky. I'm gonna find Britt," Santana said before she walked off.
"Hey, where's Stark and Bruce?" Natasha asked Phil.
"Over there."
Natasha walked over to the small group congregated in the corner consisting of Tony, Bruce, a boy in a wheelchair, another boy with too much gel in his hair, and a blonde girl.
"Ahh Natasha, I want to introduce you to my nephew Artie," Bruce said to her when he noticed her. "Artie, this is Natasha."
"Hi," the boy in the wheelchair greeted.
"And this is my son, Blaine."
Natasha noticed that while Blaine bore some resemblance to his father (his height), that his mannerisms were far from Stark's as possible.
"It's nice to meet you Natasha. This is our friend Quinn Fabray," Blaine said, indicating the blonde girl next him.
"Hi."
At that moment, Judy Fabray walked into the choir room, apologizing to the room at large for holding them up because the ladies bathroom line was so long. Natasha turned to look and couldn't believe what she saw.
"Sestra (sister)?" Natasha called out.
Judy turned towards her voice, "Natalya?" Seaside when she saw her.
"Da (yes)."
"How are you here?" Natasha asked her.
By this time, everyone was watching their exchange.
"Mom? You know Natasha?" Quinn asked, surprised.
"She is your aunt, Quinnie."
"No wonder they both do that eyebrow thing!" Finn exclaimed.
That brought Natasha and Judy's attention to the rest of the room.
"We should talk privately," she told Judy.
"Yes. It seems like we have a lot to discuss."

After a quick dinner with the rest of the group, Natasha, Judy, And Quinn headed over to the Fabray house. Quinn went upstairs to give them some time to themselves, which they were grateful for. Judy hadn't exactly been honest about her history, and she wasn't quite ready to tell Quinn yet.
"How are you alive?" Natasha asked her quietly. "I thought you and our mother and father were dead all this time."
"Our mother and father are, and have been since the fire," Judy told Natasha. "I managed to escape. They sent me to an orphanage. I was adopted, and a year later my family moved to the US."
"I was sent to the Red Room," Natasha told her.
"I'm so sorry Natalya. I thought you died in the fire as well."
"I'm glad I found you."
"Me too."
Judy and Natasha talked well into the night, about everything that they missed in each other's lives. Natasha told Judy as much as she could without burdening her about her life in the Red Room. she told her about Clint, and how he saved her. When Judy talked about her ex husband, Natasha started seeing red. She took a moment to calm herself. They moved on to talk about Quinn and how she was still repairing her relationship with her after the baby, about how Judy was worried that Quinn would push her away again after finding out she has an aunt she didn't know about.

The next day, Natasha woke up in a strange room. Remembering where she was, she headed out to the kitchen, where smells of bacon were drawing her in.
"Good morning Natasha." Quinn said as she served out breakfast for the three of them.
"Coffee?"
"Thank you, I'll take it black."
"Me too. Thanks Quinn."
"No problem."
"Quinn," Judy said. "I know you probably have a lot of questions for us. I'd like to explain it to you."
"Okay."
"I was born in Russia. Natalya is my younger sister. When I was 9 and Natalya was 4, there was a fire at our house. It killed our parents, but we both survived. We didn't know the other was alive because we were sent to different places. I was adopted and my family moved here when I was 10. Natalya was sent along a different path, but it eventually led us here."
"That's-wow, that's rough."
"But I'm glad Natalya is here now."
"What do you want me to call you?"
"Whatever you're comfortable with."
"Aunt Natalya then. Or Aunt Nat." Quinn said as she got up to hug Natasha.
"It's nice to meet you."
Judy explained to Quinn what she and Natasha talked about last night. Quinn paled when her pregnancy was mentioned, waiting for her aunt's reaction. When Natasha showed no reaction, Quinn relaxed again. She didn't want to have to go through the scrutiny of that again. Natasha offered to take care of Russell for them. And while Quinn was tempted to say yes, her better half said no along with her mother. They were done with Russell Fabray.

Natasha was able to stay with the Fabrays for a few days, until there was a call to assemble that took her back to New York. Natasha hated to leave, but she made sure that Quinn and Judy would keep in touch. Maybe they could visit New York before Quinn starts at Yale, and barring any Avengers emergencies, Natasha would be at Nationals in New York.

A/N: Thanks for the likes and reviews! I just had a huge think that I wanted to try to write out.