It's my dad's 70th bday today. I will be very busy later and I might fall asleep after the party so I decided to post this now so you won't have to wait until tomorrow. :D Thanks sssooooo much for those PM's and encouragement. *wink* That's why I am so inspired to update..LOL

Also thanks so so much to Jocelyn for editing/helping me with this story.. You're heaven sent! :D

Here's part two. Enjoy reading and oh, review please? So that I'll know if you like it. ^_^ thanks.


"Love changes what is probable

and makes unlikely things

possible."

- Ally Condie

QUINN's POV

"Puck are you sure about this?" I asked him nervously while looking at the big old house's porch.

He holds my hand and squeezes it. "You'll be fine in there. Just say what you have to say….or begging could work?" He said laughing. "Off you go, just call me when you're done okay? I'll be at Breadstix with the guys. Thanks for letting me borrow this fine baby." he said in his devilish smirk.

When he found out last night that I have this car, he didn't stop begging to have a spin with it. I didn't really care letting him borrow he car. Besides I am too nervous to drive.

I let out a deep sigh then he let go of my hand. I grab the brownies I bought from the Lima Bakery. I opened the door and step out of the car. 'Here goes nothing.' I said to myself.

I observe the house and everything looks the same, it looks old but still elegant and just enough for someone who lives alone. I let out a deep sigh then rang the doorbell twice. My heart's beating is so loud that it's the only thing I could hear.

When I look back on the street thinking to back out on my plan, Puck is not there anymore. Come on Fabray for Santana, you can do this. She's just an ol-

I could feel my heart suddenly stopped when I saw the door opens. I put on my best smile and saw an old lady in front of me.

"Buenos días, Señora. Lopez." Yup, I can speak fluent Spanish. I studied it when I was in college along with French. "This is me, Quinn Fabray." It's been years when I last visited Santana's abuela. And yes, she knows me. We spent some time before while we're doing some volunteering when I was in high school.

I heard her gasp in excitement when she finally recognizes me. "Oh hija, come in. Lo siento for the mess." She said while se ushered me into her living room. I hand her the brownies I brought. "Oh and call me abuela, you always did before." After receiving the brownies and put it on the center table, she pulled me in for a hug.

It feels nice to hug the old lady again. When everyone judged me when I got pregnant, she was the one who told me everything will be okay. Yeah, I didn't believe it myself but when she told me that Santana's father was also her son out of wedlock, I finally believed her.

That's why she was so angry when Santana told her she was gay. I tried to talk to her about it, but she just can't forgive her yet. Abuela was so scared that she will experience again how people around her judged her. And I understand how traumatized she was. Imagining people before were crueler than today.

When I sit on her couch, she did the same beside me and then reaches for both of my hands. Old age is now too visible on her face. Like she's tired of moving around but still you could see the distinct face of a Lopez, hard and proud. I smiled back at her.

"I'm really happy you visit me again." She said still with the thick accent.

"You know abuela, I wouldn't pass a chance to drop by everytime I'm here." I sweetly smile at her. "So, how have you been?" I asked her.

"Everything's okay. I'm just a little lonely living alone here." I could see sadness in her eyes.

I understand how she feels. Santana is the only one who visits her regularly before. But when she disowned her, Santana never had the courage to go back in this house. Her abuela is one of the most important person in her life, and to be rejected by her twice will be too much for her to handle.

"She's here in Lima." I said softly waiting for her reaction. I could see she was a bit surprised by it. She let go of my hands and pretend to fix the center table pieces. I let out a sigh and continue. "She misses you so much abuela."

"She's a verguenza to our family." She said softly but firm. Still convincing herself that Santana was a disgrace at her family but I know she misses her too.

I reached for her hand so she could look at me. "Abuela, she needs you right now. I know you miss her as much as she misses you. You were more than her abuela, you were her best friend." I begged her.

Lopez's are known to be stubborn but if you crack them, they're very sensitive and fragile. They always say that they care about their reputation but the truth is, family is more important for them. Abuela was just too scared and proud to admit it.

She looks at me worriedly. "But what would other people think if I accept her? I'm old, I can't stand those people talking behind my back." She reasoned out."I don't think I can stand another humiliation."

"They have been doing that for years and as days passed they just stopped caring anymore. Like you've said, abuela, you're getting old. Don't you want to spend your days with your only granddaughter? You've already spent more than seven years ignoring her, that's a lot of time to waste abuela for someone you love."

Yes, that's right. I was not just talking about her; I think I'm also talking about me. Wasting those years without her and I won't allow myself to let her go again.

I heard her sigh. "Santana would call me every day to say good night and tell me te mo. She would spend at least an hour everyday with me even if she's busy at school. She makes sure that even if I am alone, I wouldn't be sad. I missed her from the first day she stopped coming here. But I was so scared to call her and tell her that." Her confession was heartbreaking. I know she's telling the truth and she meant all of it.

I squeeze her hand tight to make her feel that I understand how she feel right now and that I don't judge her for being scared of what other people think. "She forgave you a long time ago. There are times that she would cry herself to sleep when she remembers you. Not because she's mad at you, but because she misses you so much." I assured her.

The time that Santana realizes that she wants to be a ballerina, she would cry every night remembering her abuela. It was so hard for Santana but she knows someday her abuela will forgive her and take her back as her granddaughter.

I smiled at her and then look into her eyes. Oh no! I don't like that look. It's like a there's-something-you're-not-telling-me-look that I usually see on Santana's face when her Mexican third eye is at work.

I look down and avoid her gaze. I breathe in and out. "I ..I love ..her and I want her to be happy." I told myself not to panic. I just closed my eyes and wait for her to shout at me or kick me out of her house. But after a minute I just heard her let out a deep sigh.

"Is that the reason why you're here?" I looked up to her and see a concern look on her face. I think I finally crack the old Lopez. Way to go Fabray!

"Yes abuela. I spent years of regretting why I didn't fight for her. I got married and have a child but still, I feel something is missing inside me. I know you don't agree to this..um..kind of..'thing'..but when I was with her before, I feel so alive and complete. Until I messed everything up." I stutter while I explained to her.

I felt her hand on my shoulder, and it's a comforting one. I let out a sigh of relief. "I knew you love her more than a friend before when you were still visiting me." I was confused. I don't understand what she just said. How could she know about it? It was after we graduate that I realized that I love her.

She let out a soft chuckle. "I saw it in your eyes when you tell me stories about her. When you tell me how she fights with anyone else and how she's so stubborn all the time. You pretend to be annoyed when she did that thing with mono but the truth is you like it everytime she pays attention to you. You cried hard to me when you found out that she dates Sam, but you let it slip one time, when you said you were so mad at him for choosing my Santana and not anyone else." She knew I was thinking about it too.

She's right. I was so pissed at Sam that time than I am with Santana. I told myself before that it's because she's my enemy. But if you'll think of it, I didn't care when I found out about him and Mercedes, or about him and Britt. But then again when Santana 'fake date' Karofski, I swear how I wanted to slap his face everytime I see him walking in the hallways with or without Santana. Maybe abuela was right. I did love Santana before but I was just so focused to be on top to even notice.

"Tell me what happened hija." She said. I was hesitant at first. This was not part of the plan. I was supposed to just ask her to forgive Santana and not talk about my 'failed relationship' with her granddaughter. I let out a nervous sigh.

I told her everything what happened to us right after college. Of course I left out some 'delicate' information like our sex life but I told her everything I know about Santana. I could see her eyes are starting to glitter and see how she's so proud of her granddaughter.

After an hour of storytelling and answering questions from her, a moment of awkward silence took over. She's thinking hard and I hope she won't be mad at me for hurting San.

I gulp hard when she looked back at me. "So if I get it right, you're divorced now but Santana don't want to get back with you?" I nod at her nervously. "Hmm..Yes, sounds like something Santana would do." Then she breaks out into laughter.

I just stare at her confused and embarrassed. What the hell is so funny about that? Lopez's are really unpredictable sometimes.

Her laughter gets louder when she saw me pouts. "Oh hija, stop pouting or I won't stop laughing." She said while gently tapping my arms. I smiled back at her.

When she finally stopped laughing, she sighs. "I haven't laugh that hard since Santana was here." She said seriously, I just listened to her. "You are right; I let my fear of being judge by other people come between me and Tana. Soon, I'll be gone and I'll never forgive myself if I didn't see her once again."

I reached out for her hand and squeeze it. I know it's hard for her to admit this, blame the Lopez trait, but I know it is genuine. I feel a tear fell on my cheek. I know where she's coming from because I feel the same way. I won't forgive myself if I'll lose San this time without fighting for her.

I could hear her sob. I pull her into a hug to calm her. "Oh, Abuela. Don't worry; she'll be so happy to talk to you again. She never wanted anything in the world but you're forgiveness."

"Gracias, hija. For making me realize that I need this. That I need my nieta." My heart melts on what she said.

"Thank you for giving her a chance." I said softly. Then we let each other cry for another few minutes. Those emotions she had been kept inside for years and now that it's out, it'll be too much for her to bear if she won't cry it out. I am just glad that I am here, to give her a crying shoulder.

"I am going to help you get her back if you and her are each other's true love. I know you said she has a girlfriend now but I won't let her make the same mistake as the Lopez's always do because of our stubbornness." She gave me an appreciative smile. "She's just scared of being hurt that's why she will always choose the easy way out, especially when you have hurt her so many times. I know how much she loves you just by what you told me. I know her, Lopez's loves deeply. And once we find that person, it'll be forever for us. You just need to fight harder." She gives me a faint smile. This shocked me and I just cried even harder. I'm thankful at that moment to have abuela's help.

I spent another two hours with her talking about my life and son. She even asked about Beth. Everything was just like before when I was in high school. Abuela is a good listener and very keen observer, which Santana inherited from her.

When Puck texted me that he's already on the drive way, I finally said goodbye to her, feeling different this time. Unlike before that I leave her house with a heavy heart knowing she's still mad at Santana. But this time, I am so happy for her. She promised she'll set things right. And I believe she will.


I feel really sad while writing this one. I cried when I first watched San confessing to her abuela, and the way she cried during that scene broke my heart. T.T

So I promised myself that I will write something about her abuela finally accepting her. Now I am done with it and it felt good. :)

Well, what do you think? Did you feel the same way? Tell me.. ^_^