Break Each Others Hearts Again

A/N: Okay, so this chapter sort of just popped out, out of nowhere. Beth just took over my brain. So I hope you like it. Next chapter...The party! Which, thank you all for your suggestions. haha. I've managed to figure out what the girls will wear. ;) You'll just have to wait until the next chapter =P. xx


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Santana walks Beth to Quinn every night for the past two weeks. She even walks her all the way into the stage. Her and Quinn greet each other with smiles. And Beth watches them eagerly, her bright smile grows bigger and bigger every day. Some nights, Quinn finishes early and meets them half way, or at the Diner.

Jason makes sure he always says hello to Quinn in front of Cali. He's also quite fond of Beth. As she is of him. Dubbing her with the nickname 'Little Lima.'

Beth sits at the table one afternoon, her head dropped over, looking down at something.

"Watcha looking at?" Santana takes a seat, flipping it around and straddling it.

Beth's face lights up the way it always does when Santana skives off work to sit with her. Beth holds up a photograph of a little Santana and Quinn. "I found these in Mommy's closet." Beth answers. Santana freezes.

"It says Santana and Quinn on the back..." Beth says. Santana hasn't a clue what to do or say. But Beth is looking at her with hopeful eyes. "You know my Mommy, don't you?" She doesn't sound hurt. And Santana is thankful.

She nods. Because there's no way she could lie to Beth. "I do."

"Were you her friend?" Beth asks eagerly.

"I was." Santana tells her.

"How come Mommy never talked about you then?" Beth cocks her head to the side, trying to figure out the question herself.

"Well, your Mom and I. We met when we were about your age. In fact, we were best friends. Then we got older. We went to high school together. Some things happened. We hurt each other. And then your Mom moved away after you were born." Santana answers truthfully. She doesn't know if there will be a repercussion for her words. But she doesn't see the point in hiding Beth from the truth.

"Did you see me as a baby?" Beth asks inquisitively.

"I did." Santana smiles this time, remembering the time she stood outside Quinn's door, peering in on the new born. Albeit she was hurt back then. But knowing Beth as she is now, she feels privileged to have seen Beth as a baby. Then to see her now as the child she is. "And you were beautiful." Santana smiles.

Beth blushes, until she looks Santana dead in the eye. "Are you and Mommy friends now?"

Santana doesn't know how to answer the question. Are they friends? Or are they just dancing around scared hearts and built up walls? Can Santana define whatever is going on as a friendship? If she does, will it lead to more?

But Beth's hopeful eyes get the best of her, and Santana stupidly answers, "Yeah. Maybe."

Beth's lips crack into a smile, "Yus! Cause Mommy really likes you." Beth tells her enthusiastically, as she opens up her bag, pulling out some newly developed photos.

Santana's body crawls with heat at Beth's words. She snaps from her thoughts when Beth shows her a picture. "This is my friend Grace." Santana looks at the picture of Beth with her friend, Grace. A young Latina, with long dark hair. And Santana can't help but laugh at the irony.

"She's pretty." Santana tells Beth, handing back the picture.

"Yeah." Beth agrees, taking a moment to look at the picture herself. Santana cocks a curious brow at the gesture. "When did you know you liked girls?" Beth's question shocks Santana.

She takes a deep breath.

"When I was thirteen." She answers truthfully. Beth looks at her, as if waiting for more. "I was at cheer camp. And I had fallen over from some idiot girl that couldn't hold me up. I hurt my ankle really bad. Anyway, I had to sit off from practice, holding an ice pack to my leg." She takes a deep breath, "Your Mom...came over, to make sure I was okay. I told her i was, even though I wasn't. She rolled her eyes at me, and kissed me on the forehead, before returning to practice."

Beth stares at Santana in awe. "You liked my Mommy." She smiles.

Santana shakes her head with a laugh. "No, that's just how I knew I liked girls."

"But the girl was my Mom." Beth challenges. Santana rolls her eyes. "Do you like her now?"

Santana finds the best way to put it, "I don't know kid." Beth drops her head, and Santana follows up with, "When you're older you'll understand."

Beth nods. "I think I like girls too." Santana almost chokes from the surprise. "But I don't know. There's this boy in my class. Darren Marshall. He says that I like Grace, because we hold hands sometimes. He says that we're gay. And because My mommy's gay, I am too. But I don't know."

Santana's eyes darken at Beth's story. "Don't listen to boys honey. They're all idiots."

"What about Jason?" Beth frowns.

"Except Jason. Well, he's sort of an idiot. But that's not the point. Does this boy upset you?" Santana interrogates.

Beth shrugs, "He's just annoying. He made Grace cry because he kept calling her a dyke. Whatever that is?"

Santana smiles at Beth's innocence. "Have you told your Mom?"

Beth shakes her head no. "I don't want her to get upset."

"Why would she get upset?" Santana questions.

"I don't know. Because people are making fun of me because she likes girls." Beth shrugs.

Santana takes Beth's hand. "It's not your Mom's fault, and it's not your fault either. Tell you what, how about I come down to your school tomorrow, and put a stop to this, if you don't wanna tell your Mom okay?"

Beth smiles up at Santana, "Thanks Santana."

"No problem sweetie. Now, how about a chocolate shake?" She grins, and Beth smiles.

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After her day shift, Santana marches into the office at Beth's school, frightening some of the staff that are on their way out. "Hi. I'm looking for the principal of this place?" Santana barks at the receptionist on the other side of the desk.

"Do you have an appointment?" The receptionist retaliates.

"No. But this is important, and if I don't see them now, all hell is going to break loose. So quit your typing, get off your chair, and find the Principal, before I march back there myself!" Santana whispers deadly threats over the desk.

The woman is quick off her seat, and out the back. Santana smiles smugly to herself, waiting.

The receptionist returns, "Miss. Lyle will see you now." She informs Santana, quickly ducking behind her desk.

Santana grins a deadly sweet, "Thank you."

She knocks on the door, reading .

"Come in." She hears the call. She quickly turns the handle, finding Miss. Lyle at her desk. She's a thirty something, blonde haired woman.

"How can I help you, Miss?"

"Santana Lopez." Santana corrects, taking a seat.

"Miss. Lopez." Miss. Lyle clasps her hands together with a smile.

"I'm hear to talk to you about Be - Elizabeth Fabray." Santana informs her.

"Fabray? I'm sorry, but in what relation are you to Elizabeth?" Miss. Lyle frowns curiously.

Santana thinks up a lie. "I'm her...Aunt." Miss. Lyle looks disbelieving, "Look I'm here because some little rugrat has been picking on Beth. And I want a stop put to it now." Santana glares.

"And how is this, rugrat , bullying Elizabeth?" Miss. Lyle questions.

"Making comments about her being gay." Santana retaliates.

"Right. And Elizabeth told you this?"

"Yes. As a matter of fact she did. Look, the kids name is Darren Marshall. And he's been referring to Beth and her friends as Dykes. I mean how does an eight year old even know what that means? What the hell are you teaching these kids?"

"Miss. Lopez, I can assure you-"

"Whatever. I don't want to hear it. All I want is for you to put a stop to this." Santana leans forward, challenging the woman.

"Kids will be kids." Miss. Lyle laughs lightly.

"And they'll bully, intimidate and harass other kids. Listen up Lady, either you put a stop to this shit, or I will!" Santana takes to her feet, leaning even closer, her words effortlessly darker.

Miss. Lyle laughs nervously, "Is that a threat?"

"I'm from a place called Lima Heights Adjacent. And do you know what happens there? Bad things. So, if I were you, I'd do as I say, because believe me, Miss. Lyle, shit will get ugly!" And with that, Santana breezes out of the room with a cynical smile attached to her lips. She closes the door, leaving a disturbed Miss. Lyle.

Pride etched onto her face until she looks up, meeting confused hazel eyes.

"Santana?" Quinn questions as she waits at the office desk. Santana freezes. Thinking of an excuse. Fuck.

"Uh, hey." She shoves her hands in her pockets, nervously.

"Um. What are you doing here?" Quinn questions, because the situation is entirely bizarre.

"I uh-" Shit. Think you fucker. "I-"

"The truth Santana." It's the first time Quinn has used that tone.

Santana rolls her eyes, defeated. "Fine. I came down to sort out this bullshit school." Quinn looks around nervously to see if anyone is in earshot.

"Would you lower your voice. What do you mean sort it out? What's going on?" Quinn pulls her outside to talk.

"Some little shit has been picking on Beth." Santana shrugs.

"What? She never told me that." Santana hates the hurt in Quinn's voice.

"She didn't want to."

"Why not?" Quinn's tone is upset and confused.

Santana sighs, "Because she thought you'd get upset. Kids have been picking on her, calling her gay because...you're gay."

Quinn lets out an exasperated sigh. "That's the last thing I wanted." She looks around, desperate to keep her tears at bay.

"Look, it's not your fault. Plus, Beth didn't seem that phased by what the kids are saying. It's mainly her friend that's actually hurt by it. Your kids a tough cookie." Santana reassures Quinn with a smile.

"And she told you this?" Quinn asks, raised brows.

Santana shrugs. "Yeah."

Quinn's smile fades into a frown, "What did you say to them in there?"

Santana rolls her eyes. "I was polite in asking that they see into it, that's all." She shrugs.

But Quinn knows her better than that. "Oh really?"

"No." Santana shrugs.

"Santana!" Quinn shrieks.

"The bitch had to get the message somehow." Santana defends herself. Quinn shakes her head. Somethings definitely don't change.

"I should watch how much time my child spends around you." Quinn shakes her head.

"Speaking of...She found a picture of you and I when we were little. Kind of had some questions for me." Quinn throws her arms across her chest, instinctively.

"What did you tell her?" She asks.

"The truth. The edited version of course. She seemed okay with it." Santana reassures. Quinn smiles.

"I wasn't looking forward to that conversation. I should of told her at the start. But she really liked you, and I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable with you. I'm sorry." Quinn admits. Santana shakes her head.

"It's okay." Santana smiles. "Oh and, you might want to keep an eye on her and her friend Grace." Santana laughs.

Quinn's eyes widen in shock. "Pardon?"

"I'm just kidding." Quinn smacks her on the arm playfully. And the tow of them laugh together until it fades out, and they're left standing in front of each other. Wondering what to do next.

"I should probably get going." Santana is the first to speak.

"Yeah. No, of course. I have bills to pay, so I should probably go and do them." Quinn responds.

"Cool." Santana replies. Hating how awkward everything just became. "So, I'll see you later." She goes to walk off.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" Quinn asks, a little too desperate for her liking. But it stops Santana.

She shakes her head, "Night off."

Quinn pauses, "Would you maybe want to come to the theater with us? It's an old film night, and Beth really wants to go. I thought maybe you'd like to come?" Quinn shrugs, hoping inside that Santana will agree.

"Sure. Why not. What time does it start?"

"Six." Quinn's lips crack into a smile.

"See you then." Santana nods, turning on her heel, smiling to herself as she walks away.

Quinn stands, playing with her fingers. Holding onto the school girl smile.

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Santana waits outside the theater at quarter to six. She leans against the side of the building, legs wrapped in a pair of jeans, with her leather jacket. She waits patiently, watching as people walk by. Until she hears her name being called.

"Santana!" She hears Beth's excited voice call out to her. She turns with a smile, as Beth runs at her, hugging her. She's taken back at Beth's actions. It's the first time Beth's ever hugged her, and she looks towards Quinn with questioning.

"I thought i'd surprise her." Quinn tells Santana. "Hi." She smiles.

"Hey." Santana replies with a smile, prying Beth off her, but still holding her hand.

"So. What are we watching?" Santana asks as they enter the theater.

"West side story." Beth tells Santana. Santana frowns. "It's my favorite."

"Really?" Santana asks.

"Yup." Beth nods, and Santana can't help but laugh as Quinn rolls her eyes.

They grab their tickets, along with some popcorn, and make their way into the theater. Beth places herself between the two women, sitting on her knees, waiting patiently for the movie to begin.

Santana watches adoringly as Beth sings along to nearly every song.

Quinn steals glances of Santana watching Beth.

Santana steals glances of Quinn watching the movie. Even if she's adamant on not wanting to, she can't help herself.

Every now and then they catch each others eyes, before both looking away embarrassed.

Beth steal glances of both of them.

Towards the end of the movie, Beth falls asleep on Santana's shoulder. Quinn apologizes, mouthing a "sorry."

Santana smiles, telling her it's okay.

The movie ends, and Quinn wakes a sleepy Beth. "Come on sleeping beauty."

They make their way out, and Santana thanks them for inviting her. "How will you get home?" Quinn asks.

"I'm good, I'll just walk." Santana tells her.

"Nonsense. We'll drop you off." Quinn disagrees.

"No, seriously, it's cool." Santana tells her, but Quinn's frown tells her that she wont be walking.

"You are so stubborn sometimes." Quinn laughs.

Santana gives in, "Okay. Fine. But I can handle myself you know." They make their way to Quinn's car.

"I don't doubt that for a second." Quinn smirks.

It's only a five minute drive to Santana's apartment, but within that time, Beth has fallen asleep in the back.

Quinn pulls into the lot. "I'm glad you came tonight." Quinn tells her, turning the car off.

"So am I." Santana agrees, smiling back. She can't help Quinn's infectious smile. "Thanks for the lift."

"No problem."

"So, I'll see you at the party next week?" Santana finds herself saying.

"I look forward to it. Not that I have a costume yet."

Santana grins, "I'm sure you'll find something."

"Let's hope." Quinn yawns, checking on Beth in the back. "Thanks for sticking up for her today. You didn't have to."

Santana shrugs, "What can I say, kids grown on me." Santana turns in her seat to check Beth herself.

"She really likes you. Seriously, she keeps asking me about the old days." Quinn laughs.

Santana looks at Quinn nervously, "What have you told her?"

Quinn gives Santana a reassuringly look, smiling. "Only the good parts."

Santana's lips crack into a small smile, "That's good. Well you should probably get her home. See you later Q."

She steps out of the car.

"Night." Quinn calls as Santana gently closes the door, trying not to wake Beth up.

As Quinn pulls out of the lot, She completely oblivious to her smiling daughter in the back.