More about you

Chapter 7

A/N: Okay everyone, reviews are important for me. They give me the motivation to write and in my hectic life if I don't feel people are interested then I don't update or write, so if you want to see more make sure you review.

Warnings: Rated M, OOC, G!P, Sex eventually, blah, blah, blah...

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee. Any characters I make up are mine and the story plot is mine too.


Santana's heart was beating wildly; the crowd around her screaming and chanting her name, her teammates energy making her high on alert, the opposite team giving her a challenge and her girlfriend looking so sexy doing her cheers with the cheerleading team had her going crazy.

"Set!" Santana shouted and got into her position, ready to go. "Hut!" She shouted again, catching the ball from in front of her quickly and setting off sprinting down the field. She dodged the defence players easily, sometimes even ramming into them and knocking them down before she finally reached the end of field.

She chucked the ball down and grinned, throwing her arms in the air as the buzzer went off and the announcer declared the McKinley High Titans as the winners of the game. The crowd erupted, her teammates going wild, the other teams players defeated and Quinn screaming her name. It was all such an adrenaline rush for her.

Before she could reach her team Quinn was already jumping on her, wrapping her legs around her waist and her arms around her neck. Lips instantly sought hers and they shared a rather steamy kiss that left them both breathless.

Quinn dropped down onto the floor, kissing Santana's cheek and intertwining their hands. They set off walking off of the field when a team member from the opposite team ran up to them, pulling off his helmet and frowning.

Santana clenched her jaw, meeting the other teams guys stare head on as they got up in each others faces, Quinn looking confused between the two of them.

"You got fucking lucky Lopez!" The guy shouted, pushing Santana's chest making her take a step back.

Santana growled, quickly entering his personal space until they were chest to chest and nose to nose. "Oh please Callum, you wish it was that. You and your teams just shit, get over it."

"You wanna go Santana?!" He screamed in Santana's face.

"If anyones going here it's you, so turn that ugly ass around and get the fuck off my football field." Santana said, shoving his shoulder as she walked past with Quinn.

"Who's he?" Quinn asked, looking back to see the guy staring at them in complete and utter rage.

"That's Callum." Santana said. "Remember when I said Ashley was fucking my old best friend, yeah, that's him." She shrugged.

Quinn nodded her head. "So I was thinking now everything's fine we could go to yours tonight and watch a few films? I'm not really up for tossing back drinks tonight." She said.

Santana looked at her girlfriend, smiling. "Of course."

They walked to the changing rooms and quickly got changed before leaving the changing rooms and heading to the parking lot. Santana let Quinn wear her football letterman jacket since it was a bit cold out now.

They reached Santana's car and she unlocked it, both her and Quinn dumping their bags and gear in there while talking about their day at school and the football game.

"Santana!" Quinn screamed.

Santana turned her head just as a fist connected with her cheek, sending her stumbling backwards a few steps. She quickly pivoted on her foot, sending a flying punch towards Callum's face hard enough to send him crashing to the floor.

"Come one! Get up!" Santana coaxed, standing tall with her shoulders squared. She gently pushed Quinn around to the side of her car and away from the inevitable fight that was going to happen.

Callum growled, shaking his head and standing up. He glared at Santana and made a dash forward, throwing a punch aimlessly which Santana quickly dodged with a laugh showing she was mocking him.

She grabbed the scruff of his neck once she dodged his punch and rammed Callum's body forwards and into the boot of her car with a slam, sending Callum to the floor on his knees.

"Is that all you got?" Santana taunted, lifting her arms up in a boxing style position ready to attack.

"I got what you had didn't I?!" Callum shouted, springing back up to his feet with a bloody lip. He rubbed it with the back of his hand and spat blood on the floor.

"My sloppy seconds?" Santana laughed again. "You sure did!" She said, clenching and unclenching her firsts, ready to make a move.

Callum ran forwards, leaning down low so she could tackle her, but Santana stood her ground until the last second where she rammed her knee up which connected with Callum's stomach and then used her elbow to hit the back of his head, once again sending him crashing to the floor where he landed with a thud.

Santana breathed out, giving him a glare as she relaxed her stance. "You can't beat me." She said.

Callum, taking Santana's words to heart a lot more than she knew, quickly stood straight back up and came face to face with Santana. She quickly used her left hand to punch his cheek. "That's for pretending to be my best friend."

Not relenting she cocked back her right hand and sent a harder punch towards him, connecting firmly with his nose and the horrible sound of something breaking echoed. "That's for sleeping with someone I loved."

Santana quickly grabbed his dazed head, slamming it down onto her raised knee that knocked Callum backwards and onto the floor, completely KO'd. "That's for looking at what's mine." She spat.

She walked back to her car and got into the driver's seat while Quinn got into the passenger seat.

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked, shocked at what had just happened and gently caressed Santana's hurt cheek.

Santana flashed a set of pearly white teeth in a grin. "I'm perfectly fine, he got a lucky shot in."

Quinn just shook her head at her girlfriend and sighed. "As long as you're okay."

Santana gently placed her hand over the one on her cheek, leaning into the touch. "Honestly, I'm okay Quinn."

Quinn sighed again, but she smiled and pecked Santana's lips. "Let's go."

Santana smiled too and nodded her head, starting her car and making the drive back to her house.


(3 weeks later)

"Santana!" Maribel called down the stairs to the basement room, hands on her hips as she shook her head. "The cab is here to take you to the airport!"

"I can hear you mami!" Santana shouted back up the stairs, pulling both her and Quinn's suitcases up the staircase and groaning. "We're coming now!"

Quinn couldn't hold back her laugh at the comment and how Santana was struggling to pull the suitcases up. "Sorry Maribel, Santana is suddenly out of shape for a jock."

Maribel chuckled along with Quinn as they both watched Santana glare at them and then finally lug the suitcases into the hallway. "Aw my baby is going to be without me for the weekend."

Santana blushed. "Mami!"

"What?" Maribel grinned.

"Stop embarrassing me!" Santana whined, sighing.

Maribel frowned. "Well you are. I don't know why your father just couldn't come here instead of making both of you fly out to New York."

"I don't know, but he's a pain in the ass." Santana murmured.

Maribel quickly pulled Santana in for a strong hug, then opened her arm and pulled Quinn into the hug too. "Both of you just be careful, okay? I'm only a phone call away if you need me and I'll be on the next plane out."

Santana squeezed her back and pulled away when the cab honked again. "We will Mami, but we should get going." She said, grabbing the suitcases handles. "Love you!" She shouted back after she walked out of the door to put the cases into the trunk.

Maribel turned to grab Quinn's hand. "Take care of her Quinn. Dante is a really sore spot for her and he's not known for being nice." She said, worry in her words.

Quinn nodded her head and squeezed Maribel's hand. "I promise you I will."

"Go on now, don't want to miss your flight." Maribel smiled, knowing Santana had finally chosen a good one and sent Quinn on her way.


"San," Quinn said, sitting down in her plush seat next to a window.

Santana turned her head from her window and looked at her. "Yeah?" She asked.

Quinn nervously laughed. "What exactly is your dad's job?"

Santana blinked before looking at what Quinn was looking at; the Lopez's private jet. "Don't be freaked out Q, it's just how dad shows his money and because he travels a lot to do business he has a jet to do it. Technically we're just borrowing it."

Quinn clicked her tongue. "Yeah, but what is his job?"

Santana sighed. "My dad inherited some hotels from my grandfather, then after College dad took over the businesses and opened up a lot more. Then he opened up a load of other businesses like accounting firms and night clubs and stuff with some friends and got rich. Basically he's a businessman that owns a shitload of businesses all over the world with Carlos."

Quinn blinked, not sure what to say besides from "Wow."

"It intimidates a lot of people so I don't tell anyone." Santana said, looking at the luxury jets interior.

Quinn reached her hand over the small aisle and held Santana's hand. She didn't know what to say out loud, so she decided to just enjoy the silence with her instead.

"Ladies, this is your captain speaking. We're about to take flight so buckle your seatbelts and I hope you enjoy the flight." The captain spoke, stating that they were setting off.

"Here we go..." Santana whispered.


(New York)

"Wow." Quinn breathed, looking around their hotel room in awe.

Santana grinned. "I made dad give us the best room the hotel had." She said, taking the suitcases to the open bedroom on the far left of the hotel room.

Quinn walked towards the glass windows that showed the night and skyscrapers and lights. It was a gorgeous view. "This is amazing." She breathed.

As she was enjoying the view, she felt Santana wrap her arms around her waist and rest her chin on her shoulder. She brought her own hands to hold Santana's while they both admired the view and held each other.

"I love you." Santana breathed into her neck, giving it a quick kiss.

Quinn closed her eyes and squeezed Santana's hands tighter. "I love you too." She smiled, leaning further back into Santana.

They stayed like that for a few more minutes, just enjoying each other.

"We should get some sleep," Santana yawned. "Tomorrow we can go out and enjoy New York, then go to dad's stupid event and he can tell me what he brought me here for and then on Sunday we can chill before we head back home."

Quinn opened her eyes, exhaustion slapping her in the face. She hm'd and let Santana lift her up bridal style and carry her to their king size bed for the night.

They stripped down to their underwear, not bothering to change into their pjs and quickly cuddled up to each other, falling asleep with smiles on their faces.


The next day they both woke up, showered (separately) and had gotten dressed in some causal t-shirts and jeans to head out into the city. They spent the whole day walking around New York City, taking pictures with each other, shopping and getting souvenirs and even grabbing some food. They laughed and joked the whole day away and before they knew it they were back at the hotel.

Quinn placed her bags onto the floor by the end of the bed, Santana just dumping hers on the floor before falling backwards onto the now made bed.

"I don't want to go to this event." Santana said, staring at the roof and sighing.

Quinn looked at the suit Santana would be wearing that was hanging on a peg on the wall. Her dress was also hung up next to the suit.

"I'm sure if it wasn't important he wouldn't have made you come all the way out of here, San." Quinn said, grabbing Santana's hands and pulling the girl up. "We'll dance and drink the night away and have a good time tonight okay? Your dad's news won't ruin our fun."

"He ruins things in general, Q." Santana groaned, but stood up.

"Maybe, but I'm there to fix it." Quinn winked, giving Santana's cheek a kiss.

"I would be lost without you, you know."

Quinn blushed, pushing Santana to her suit. "Stop flattering me and get dressed. The party is in an hour."

Santan cursed.


An hour and half later, since Quinn had to do makeup, they were both stood in the events hall at the hotel drinking some fancy champagne that was passed around on trays.

Santana had a face like a slapped ass while Quinn held her hand and looked gorgeous in her strapless red dress. They had both yet to see Dante Lopez.

"I bet you he won't even show." Santana growled, her eyes scanning the room for the man.

"San," Quinn sighed, having heard her girlfriend say the same thing since they got here. "He wanted you here, I'm sure he will show."

"Still bet he doesn't though." She grumbled.

Quinn turned to give her a pointed look.

"Ladies and gentlemen it is my honour to announce Mr Dante Lopez!" A man by the door said, opening it for the man behind to enter.

Santana stood tall, her jaw clenched and shoulders set. Here they go.

Dante Lopez walked into the room with nothing but the grace of panther stalking its prey. Hs mere presence made everyone turn to look at him in awe as they all stood silent. The man raised his hands up and everyone went back to normal. His dark brown eyes immediately scanned the room and landed on Santana.

Quickly taking Quinn's hand in her own and squeezing, Santana watched him make his way towards her and ignoring everyone around him trying to speak to him.

Far too quickly he was stood in front of the couple, and while father and daughter stared at each other, Quinn took in his features.

Dante Lopez was certainly a good looking man for his age; slicked back black hair, piercing dark brown eyes, angled nose, sharp jaw line and a lean build on him for his age. His fancy suit certainly did him some favours too. So this was Santana's father.

"Santana." Dante said, his voice heavy and his latino heritage coming out to play.

"Papi." Santana replied, her voice tense.

"You came." He said, sticking his hands into his slack pockets.

"I did." Santana spoke, the muscles in her jaw showing from how tense she had it.

Dante nodded his head and surprisingly, by Santana's wide eyes, smiled and showed off the same dimples Quinn loved about Santana. "Good."

Santana coughed. "What was so important you made me fly out to New York?"

Dante's eyes hardened even more and he opened his mouth to reply. "You will find out now." He said, leaving the couple and walking up to the large stage in the room. He climbed up and grabbed a glass and stood in front of the microphone.

Clinking his glass, everyone turned to address him. "Firstly, I would like to thank you all for coming to this event," He said after he had everyone's attention. "Secondly, the reason for this event is that my eldest child, Santana, is here and it is important for you all to meet the future head of the Lopez dynasty."

Santana's eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped as she stared at him. Just what was he doing?

"Santana will take my place very soon as I have recently found out some news that, to put it simply, am dying and I have a few years left in me at most." Dante added, his eyes meeting Santana's once again. "Once she graduates high school I will take her under my wing and she will be trained to be the head of our dynasty. That place belongs to Santana only."

Santana felt her heart fall heavy, tuning out the rest of the room that began whispering and chatting and even Quinn that gasped and squeezed her hand tighter. Her father was...dying?

She zoned out and before she knew it her father was off the stage and leaving the room, the guests all trying to introduce themselves to her and Quinn looked absolutely confused on what to do.

Once the shock wore off she quickly detached herself from Quinn and ran out of the room after him, slamming doors along the way. She quickly caught up to him and roughly pushed his back.

Dante stumbled forward before turning around and looking at her.

"What the fuck?!" Santana shouted, staring at him with those scared brown eyes he remembered from when she had nightmares.

"You already know Santana." Dante said, trying to keep his voice firm.

"What? Already knew that you were dying?! Are you fucking kidding me of course I didn't know because you never bothered to reach out and tell me! How the fuck can you be dying?!" She screamed.

Dante sighed. "Lung cancer, stage 4." He said. "We didn't catch it in time."

Santana felt like her world had just blown up in her face. "No..." She whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes. "That can't be true," She said, disbelief in her voice. "Tell me it's not true!" She growled, grabbing onto the lapels of his blazer and squeezing. "Tell me that it isn't true..." She cried, tears running down her cheeks.

Gulping and trying to hold back his own tears, Dante reached up and held onto Santana's hands gently. "I have never lied to you and I won't start now."

Her knees buckled and she dropped to the floor, Dante following her down. She shook her head, unable to believe it. Her dad was dying.

Softly pounding on his chest, Santana cried. "What the fuck am I supposed to tell Mami or Alex and Isabella? What am I supposed to do? Just what the fuck do you expect me to do now?!" She ranted, her forehead resting against his chest.

"You left and you never came back, you blew me off for meetings and hookups for fucking years and we barely speak and now all of a sudden you're dying! It's not fair! This isn't supposed to be this way! Why the fuck would you do this to us?! Why did you leave it so long to tell us?!" She screamed, unable to hold her choked sobs or tears.

"I'm sorry Tana," Dante choked, unable to hold back his own tears as he cradled his crumbling daughter in his arms. "I'm so sorry..."

"It isn't enough papi!" Santana shouted, clenching his blazer. "You're dying! How are we supposed to fix everything that was so broken? Our relationship, our family, everything without you being around to do it?! It's not fair..." She sobbed, her eyes sore and wet.

Dante shushed her and pulled her closer, his grip weak. He rocked her back and forth, not caring about everyone staring at them. He didn't have as much time as he thought he did, but he would make the most of what little he had left, for Santana and his family.

Quinn watched the scene with a heavy heart. Watching Santana fall apart like that was horrible and she could do nothing for the minute but watch and let Dante comfort her. Even Quinn knew that she couldn't fix this for Santana.