I will try to Fix you

Authors Note(I don't own any of the Glee characters) Before you read the chapter, I have a question for anyone and everyone reading this story. I've been wanting Santana's memory to come back slowly, so it's more realistic, but I also don't want to drag it out either. Do any of you feel like Santana is without her memory for too long? Because I'm kind of paranoid about that. Please, let me know. Enjoy!

lostorwandering: Thank you, enjoy the update!

Jammy: Once again, you're welcome, I'm happy to clear up any questions you may have. Thanks for the advice(I'm not being sarcastic, lol, thank you) I always do, it's just on that particular day the guest got to me, it was just one of those days. Ikr? Quinn in this story is really cute around Santana, I love it, too. I think their "kind-of-date" was needed for both Santana and Quinn for obvious reasons. Quinn needed to have fun, and it was also a wake up call sort to speak, for her feelings for Santana. And obviously Santana needed to have some fun with everything that's happened to her since she's been slowly getting her memory back. I love Mercedes' and Quinn's relationship. So, I'll most likely have a lot(but not too much) of that in the story.

Nicholas needs help. I think that's all I can say about him without spoiling anything. I obviously can't tell you if he finds Santana, just keep reading. I love that you threw in the hint, hint, it made me laugh. You and the other readers will find out in this chapter what happens with the job, sort of.

Guest 1: I don't think you're the only one who feels that way. But, who knows, maybe she'll redeem herself...just saying.

rainbowbright108: I think Quinn just did in the last chapter. And think about it this way, Santana still doesn't have all her memories back, realistically, the last thing on her mind is dating. Tina's mom was just obviously very confused with Nicholas' behavior. She had never seen him like that before, and had no idea how to react to it, and let it slip out. It was an accident.

ohnanagleek: I'm glad you liked it, I hope you like this one, too. Then I would say you most definitely know already, lol.

ErosEternalGlee: As I said, maybe she'll redeem herself. I'm not going to lie, I didn't know how I was going to have Nicholas find Santana, but I think I'll do some version of that, cause I do like that idea, so thank you. You'll have to see what happens between Santana and Dani, lol.


Chapter Eight

Linda sighs, then gets up to pour them a cup of coffee. How can a man believe his daughter that ran away weeks ago, is tucked safely in her bed? He needs help. It's clear he's not capable of taking care of his daughter, when he can barely take care of himself. Pouring their hot drinks, Linda realizes she let slip where his daughter ran off to. For now she'll just have to hope he won't remember.

"Do you like sugar or cream in your coffee?"

"Both, but heavy on the cream."

She nods, and puts the amount he asks for before returning to her seat. "Shouldn't you be home with Santana, if she's sleeping?" She asks, hoping he'll forget what she said about New York, and going along with him instead.

"No, I have the alarm on, she'll be fine."

Linda nods, and continues to drink her coffee. The alarm system they have, alerts with two beeps that one of the doors have opened. She knows it's her husband, though, but now she'll have to explain Nicholas sitting in their kitchen.

"That would be my husband. I'll be right back."

Nicholas nods, flashing a weak smile. Linda rushes to the front door. Her husband; David, removes his shoes as she approaches him. He looks up confused.

"It's late, you're usually in bed by now. What's wrong? You seem worried."

Linda sighs. "Nicholas is here."

David groans, not happy about the news. "The town drunk? Why?" He asks, glaring into his house, trying to find the man.

"He was wandering the streets, looking for Maribel." She explains.

David scoffs. "He's probably drunk."

She shrugs. "I think he might be, but he didn't show any signs he is. The only thing that makes me believe he is, he keeps talking about Maribel as if she just left, and he told me Santana is home sleeping in bed." She explains.

David groans, running his fingers through his hair. "There's only one way to find out."

Instead of explaining himself, David walks past his wife, and into the kitchen where he finds Nichols, drinking his coffee. Linda follows.

"David, I'm glad you're home now. I could use a policeman to help me find my wife."

He sighs. Nicholas has to be drunk, there is no other explanation for his odd behavior.

"I'll try my best, but I need for you to do me a favor." He nods. "First, I need to ask if you've been drinking tonight, or this evening at all?"

Nicholas frowns, trying to remember what he had done before running into Linda. "I-uh-I could have had two or three. I don't know, I don't remember. How is this going to help find my Maribel?"

David pats his shoulder. "We'll get to that. Now, for my favor." He walks over to the counter and takes out a breathalyzer from a draw, then stands in front of Nicholas.

"I need you to breathe into this, ok?"

Nicholas nods, albeit confused, then breathes into the hand-held machine. David pulls it away from his mouth, and narrows his eyes.

"What?"

David looks at Nicholas confused. "I don't believe it, but, he's not drunk. There's some alcohol in him, but he's not drunk." He repeats, in shock.

Linda is also confused. "Then what-" Nicholas interrupts her.

"I think I should go home now. Santana shouldn't alone for too long." He tries to stand up, but David stops him.

"Nicholas, look at me." The man does as he's told. "I hate to be the one to tell you this, but Santana isn't home."

He frowns. "What? It's late, she has to be home. Where is she?"

David shares a worrying glance with his wife. "I'm sorry, we don't know." Linda keeps her mouth shut this time. "She ran away weeks ago." He explains.

Nicholas' frown deepens, sad and confused. "You're lying." He accuses.

Both David and Linda shake their heads. "We'll go home with you, so you can see for yourself." David suggests.

Nicholas nods then follows the couple out of the house. The Lopez residents isn't far from their home, so the drive in the car isn't long. Linda and David wait while Nicholas unlocks the door, and turns off the alarm system. Then the couple follow him to the second floor where Santana's room is. As expected, it's empty, and a mess.

"Nicholas, did you do this?" Linda asks. "Were you looking for something?"

He nods. "Yea, I was trying to find something that would tell me where the bitch ran off to." Linda and David share curious looks. Nicholas glares at the couple.

"Do you know where she is?" They shake their heads. Nicholas groans. "Don't you lie to me. I know what people in this town think of me, and I know you would keep me from finding my daughter. Tell me where she is!" He yells, getting angry.

David puts his hands up in surrender. "We don't know where she is, no one is keeping her from you."

Nicholas groans, then punches the wall, putting a hole in it. "Then get out of my house, now!"

The married couple leave silently, but both thinking the same thing. Nicholas Lopez needs help.


Santana has been putting off calling Cathy all morning. Not because she doesn't want the job, she's just nervous. What if she messes up the interview, how will she get a job then? If she does get the job, will she be able to give people good advice, and help them?

"Just call her already." Tina says from the living room area, while Santana sits at the table, starring at the phone.

"What if I don't get the job?" She asks, voicing one of her worries to her friend.

Tina shrugs. "Then I can get you a job at the Spotlight Dinner. But I don't think you should worry about that, you've always been a good writer."

Santana sighs. "But I won't be writing, I'll be giving people advice." She reminds her.

"That's easy, then. Advice columns are usually common sense, anyway. If you worry too much, you won't do it, so just call her."

Santana huffs, then finally picks up the phone and dials the woman's number. She waits for a minute or so for her to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Cathy. This is Santana, I'm calling back for the interview."

"Oh, yes, thanks for calling. It took me a little longer than expected but I did get you an interview with Kelly Zeck tomorrow morning at eight thirty. Our building is on the east side of eighth avenue, between 40th and 41st Street across from the Port Authority of New York & New Jersey Bus Terminal. Is that a good time for you?"

Santana sighs. She was hoping to get one today to get it over with. "Yes, that's fine, thank you for doing this for me, I appreciate it."

"You're welcome. My father came home from the hospital yesterday afternoon, he wouldn't stop bugging me about getting you this interview." She says with a laugh.

Santana smiles in response. "He's a good man."

"He is." Cathy agrees. "Well, I have to get going now, good luck."

"Thank you, have a nice day, bye." Santana disconnects her end of the line, then sets the phone on to the table with a deep sigh.

"So? What did she say?" Tina eagerly asks.

"The interview is tomorrow morning at eight thirty."

She nods slowly. "I'll have to give you money for a cab, I need my car for work."

Santana shrugs. "That's fine."

"What do you wanna do today? I have the day off, we can do something together." She suggests.

Santana bites her lip. "I don't know. We already did all the tourists stuff with Quinn. What else is there to do in New York?"

"We can get a pizza. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry." Santana nods. "Cool. I may not have been able to see a lot of New York the first time, but I did find one of the best pizza places." The girls get dressed, then Tina drives them to a place called Paulie Gee's.

"It'll be awhile before we're seated, but believe me, it's worth the wait."

Both go inside and sigh, seeing all the people.

"Is it really?" Santana asks, doubtful.

Tina eagerly nods, and opens her mouth to answer, but someone else does it for her.

"Definitely."

They turn around to see Elliot and Dani. Tina smiles, then hugs them both. Santana just waves.

"I guess we all had the same idea." Elliot says. "Too bad everyone else did, too." He jokes.

Dani rolls her eyes. "Everyone always does, this place has the best pizza's."

He just shrugs. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you again, Santana. Dani talks about you all the time." Dani looks away, shaking her head.

Santana nods. "Nice to meet you, too...again." She awkwardly adds at the end.

"Do you girls mind if we join you?" Elliot asks. "I think we'll get a table faster, and I'd really like to know Dani's new friends better."

Tina shrugs, then looks to Santana. "I don't mind."

Santana nods. "Sure."

Elliot is proven right when an usher asks how many are in their group, and are seated right away to a table. Tina and Santana sit next to each other, with Dani and Elliot across from them. They order their drinks, then look at the menu to decide what pizza they want to share.

"Hey, Santana, this could be like a mini celebration." Tina says.

Both Elliot and Dani look confused. "Celebration for what?" Dani asks.

"I have a job interview tomorrow morning at the New York Times for their advice columnist, but there's no reason to celebrate, I might not get it." She reminds her friend.

Dani and Elliot smile at the news. "That's awesome news." Elliot says.

Dani nods in agreement. "Yea, don't sell yourself short. I think Tina's right, if you get it or not, we should be celebrating right now."

Santana sighs. She appreciates the gesture, she's just so nervous about the interview, and isn't in a celebratory mood. "Thanks but, I'm really not in a celebrating mood right now."

Tina and Dani both look disappointed, while Elliot waves her off. "That's ok, I understand how you feel. I still get really nervous before a job interview. Just try to relax, be honest, polite, and be yourself." He advises.

Santana flashes a weak smile. "I'll try. Thanks for the advice."

He winks. "Anytime."

"I still think we should celebrate, though." Tina speaks up again, and Dani nods in agreement.

"Me, too. This is your first job in New York, and at The Times of all places. We should be celebrating."

Santana sighs. "I just don't want to jinx it. If I get the job, then we'll celebrate."

"Fine, but I'll start planning, because I know you'll get it." Tina says. "You should really listen to Elliot, though, you're really tense, you need to relax. Maybe I should get a few beers before we go back to the hotel." Santana just rolls her eyes with a hint of a smile.


Quinn has been very busy at the hospital all morning, and now she is finally able to sit down in her office and get off her feet. While she does, she's been thinking about Santana's job interview. If she gets one, Quinn knows Santana enough to know how nervous she'll be, so the blonde Google's available jobs in the area for her.

"Finally, break time." Mercedes says as she walks in without knocking. Then she sits in front of Quinn's desk. "My feet are killing me." She whines.

"Mine, too. Hopefully my patients won't need me, and I'll be able to relax for a few minutes longer."

Mercedes crosses her fingers. "You and me both, girl." She agrees. "What are you up to?"

Quinn avoids her gaze, knowing she'll be teased. "Nothing."

She raises her brows, unconvinced. "Doesn't sound like nothing, you won't even look at me."

Quinn sighs, then looks straight into her friends eyes. "I'm just browsing twitter."

Mercedes crosses her arms, still not convinced. "Girl, just spit it out. I've known you long enough to know your lying face."

Quinn huffs. "I'm finding available jobs in the area for Santana."

Mercedes chuckles. "I told you, you have a crush on that girl."

She sighs. "Maybe I do a little."

Mercedes scoffs. "A little? First you Googled on how much an advice columnist would make, and the perks of getting a promotion to a magazine, now you're job hunting, for what?"

Blushing, she avoids her friend's gaze again. "Incase she doesn't get the job, at least she'll have a plan B. I know she's worried about that, so I wanted to give her peace of mind."

Mercedes continues to laugh. "That is a lot of effort for someone who is just supposed to be your friend. You wouldn't even do something like that for me if I asked." She points out.

Quinn glares at the brunette. "Yes, I would."

Mercedes hums, unconvinced. "Just admit you have a crush on her. Just last night you had to leave the bar because you didn't want to see if Santana was going to put her tongue down Dani's throat."

Quinn cringes at the mental image, then takes a deep breath. "Ok, maybe I do. So what?"

She shrugs. "Nothing, I just wanted you to admit it. You know you can't pursue anything with her right now."

Quinn rolls her eyes. "I just admitted I have a crush on her, do you really think I thought about having a romantic relationship with her?"

"Maybe for a second you did, but you're a smart woman. She needs a friend, not a girlfriend."

"I know, Cedes, and that's what I'm doing. I'm helping her."

Mercedes nods. "Good. I better get back to work. See you later, girl." She says as she leaves.

Quinn says her goodbye as she walks out the door. Then she returns to her job hunting, but her pager interrupts her. Looking to see who it is, her breath hitches in her throat, and runs out of her office.

She spoke too soon. One of her older patients is experiencing a heart attack. Along with other doctors and nurses, they do their best to help the man, but unfortunately, they loose him, and have to call it. That does not put Quinn in a good mood.


Once everyone has finished eating, the small group exit the building together.

"Do you two have any plans?" Dani asks.

Both Tina and Santana shake their heads. "We're gonna do some shopping, wanna come with us?" The blonde asks hopefully.

Tina shrugs. "I'd like to go. What about you, San?"

"I'm not in a shopping mood. I'll just go back to our hotel."

Dani looks disappointed. "You sure?" She asks.

Santana nods. "Yea, thanks for the invite, though."

Dani smiles. "Sure."

She gives Santana a hug, then Tina gives the other brunette some money for a taxi. Santana breathes a sigh of relief walking into the hotel room, it's quiet, and she has it all to herself. The brunette falls on to the couch and leans her head back, closing her eyes.

It's been a rough couple of weeks. She isn't as frustrated about still not having her memory, but she does feel like she should be doing more to get it back. Then a light bulb comes on. She should be reading her diary.

Santana goes into her room, takes the book out of her nightstand drawer, then sits on the bed to read it. On this particular page, there are dry tear drops, so she knows already she won't like it.

October 2, 2010

She did it. I knew she was going to, but I'm still angry and hurt. Mami finally left us. Papi is a mess. He's drinking more, and hasn't said much. When he does, he keeps calling me Maribel. I think all the alcohol is confusing him. I'm just so mad at Mami right now, why would she leave me with Papi? Why couldn't she take me with her?

She shakes her head, after reading the first entry. Obviously her Mother leaving affected both herself and her father. She takes a deep breath before reading the next.

October 24, 2010

I'm still mad Mami left, but Papi is starting to act like his old self again. Not like that's a total good thing, he's strict again. Yesterday he gave me the belt because I left my shoes at the bottom of the stairs. He tripped over them, and fell. My thighs and lower back still hurt, but the ice helps.

So Tina was right, her father used to hit her. And it seems he would do it with anything, too. Santana takes a deep breath, not liking the fact her friend's suspicions were right, or that she has to add another thing to her list of horribel things her father did to her. She skips a head in her diary, not really finding anything that would her memory in the others.

November 17, 2010

I think I'm going to do it. When I finally turn eighteen, I think I'm going to run away. I still have two more years, but it'll be worth it. Papi isn't getting better like I thought. He's more strict than ever, he's still acting strange, and I think it's from Mami leaving us.

Santana throws the book to the side with a frustrated huff. To her it still feels like she's reading about someone else's life. Two years ago she said she would run away when she turned eighteen, but that didn't happen. She's nineteen. So, what stopped her?

Not wanting to read anymore, she puts the diary back into the bedside table, then leans back on the bed with a sigh. Moments like this can be so frustrating for the brunette. She wants to be able to move on from her past, since she ran away for a reason, but even now she can't escape it. In order to move forward, Santana has to remember who she is first.

Her thoughts are interrupted by the phone ringing. She goes out to the kitchen area to pick it up, hoping it's a certain blonde. She could use a distraction after what she just read in her diary. "Hello?"

"Hi, San. It's Quinn. I'm still working, but I was wondering if you're free, i-if I-I could stop by later."

Santana smiles. "Yea, I would like that. What time do you get off work?"

"Soon, around six or so. I was thinking I could bring something over to eat as well. Do you have anything specific in mind, or is it ok if I chose?"

Santana frowns. She hoped it would've been sooner, now she has to entertain herself until then. "You can chose. You know the city better than I do."

"Ok. Should I bring something for Tina, too?"

"I don't know, actually. She went out with Dani and Elliot, I don't know when she'll be back."

"Well, I'll get something for her, just incase." There's a short pause, and what sounds like whispering. "I have to go back to work, San. I'll see you soon."

She smiles at the thought of seeing the blonde again. "Ok, I'm looking forward to it. Bye."

Santana disconnects her end of the line, then sets the phone down with a sigh. Looking at the clock, she has time to kill until Quinn arrives, but what to do? She bites her lip as she tries to think of something and eventually settles for walking around the city. If she gets lost, there's plenty of people to ask her way back to the hotel.

She grabs a coat, her keycard and some money Tina usually leaves her, just in case, before leaving. Santana doesn't have an actual location, but walking around the area seemed like a good idea. Better than sitting around the hotel and doing nothing. Taking a walk will let her think.

She thinks about the job interview again. Wondering why or how The New York Times would even hire someone her age. She doubts they will, and figures she'll have to work with Tina and Dani and the Spotlight Diner.

Feeling disappointed with that in mind, she pushes that thought aside, and just focuses on the city. All the buildings, the people, the noise. Santana may not remember much of Lima, but she does feel at home.

She notices everyone minds their own business, too busy to be bothered to get out of themselves, and notice their environment. Or maybe because they've grown up in the city, it's just an everyday thing, and they take advantage of it. That's understandable. But Santana hopes she'll never do the same. She always wants to feel excited about living in the city.

During her walk, however, something interesting catches her eye. Taped on a street light, is a poster of herself, asking if anyone knows who she is, and if so, to contact the police. It's obviously from the time she was in the hospital, but why still have them up?

Angry, she tears it down. She needs to ask the police herself, but unfortunately, she doesn't have a clue where the police station is. So the brunette looks for a friendly person to ask. Spotting a woman with her son, she smiles.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where the police station is?"

The woman nods. "Of course. It's on Park Row in Civic Center, Manhattan near City Hall, and the Brooklyn Bridge."

She nods, with a grateful smile. "Thank you, have a nice day."

The woman nods back before going about her day. Santana halls a cab, and tells the driver where she wants to go. Santana understands why they had the posts up when she had no idea what her name even was, but why have them up now? She's with Tina, what else do they want to know about her? Why not just ask her friend?

The cab pulls up in front of the building, and Santana gives him the money she owes before getting out the vehicle. She looks up at the tall building, then walks inside. As expected, everyone is very busy, as they would be in a city. Santana walks up to the front desk, and slams the poster onto the wood, getting the receptionist's attention.

"Can I help you, ma'am?"

She rolls her eyes. "You don't recognize me?"

The young man squints, looking at her up and down. "No. Should I?"

She sighs, shaking her head, then points at the poster. "That's me, you idiot. Why are these posters still up?"

He looks at the poster and shrugs. "I'm just the receptionist, you should ask a policeman about that. I'll get Sheriff Sterling for you."

He calls the Sheriff, then tells Santana to take a seat and wait. It takes a few minutes, but eventually a man walks toward her with a curious expression.

"What can I help you with?"

Santana holds up the poster. "Why are these still up? I've been staying with my friend, if you want to know more about me, ask her."

Sterling sighs taking the poster from her. "We have these posters because we didn't want to look bad not trying to find out who you are. There's a lot of them, and it's not on the top of our priority list to take them down. That's why they're still up." He explains. "Is that all?"

She sighs, knowing there's nothing she can do. She certainly doesn't want to walk around the city taking them down. It's not safe, and would probably get lost.

"Yes, thank you."

Santana leaves the station, and halls another cab back to the hotel. She pays the driver then enters the building. Walking into their room, however, she's met with Tina and Dani watching TV and laughing. She sighs closing the door. A small part of her hoped Tina would stay out with her friends so she could be alone with Quinn.

"Oh hey, San." Tina says finally noticing the brunette.

"Hey. Where's Elliot, I thought he was with you?"

"He has work in the morning. Wanna join us? We're watching Lets be Cops." Dani says.

Santana bites her lip in thought. "I'm actually having Quinn come over. She'll be here when she gets out of work, and she's bringing food over."

Dani shrugs. "You can wait for her out here." Tina nods in agreement.

"Ok, sure." Santana sits between the girls on the couch.

"Where did you go?" Tina asks. "If you get this job, you should get a cell phone. I was kinda worried when I saw you weren't here."

The brunette flashes an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I just took a walk, to kill time before Quinn gets here." She says, wanting to leave the part about the posters and police station out.

"It's ok."

"Have you seen this movie, San?" Dani asks, changing the subject.

Santana shrugs. "No, but if I have, I don't remember."

Dani looks embarrassed for asking. "Oh, right sorry. So, that hasn't gotten easier for you, then?"

She shakes her head, then turns to Tina. "I read more of my diary today." She confesses. "But it still felt like I was reading someone else's life. I couldn't remember anything."

Tina pats her knee. "It'll come to you, even if it doesn't feel like it right now."

The girls watch the movie in silence, mostly due to not knowing what to say after that. When they hear a knock at the door, though, Santana rushes to open it, knowing it would be Quinn.

"I got Chinese, I hope that's ok."

Santana smiles then hugs the blonde. "Yea, it's fine. I have some good news."

She says just before pulling out of the embrace. Then she takes the food from Quinn, and gestures for her to go inside.

"I'd love to hear some good news. Although, I think I know what it could be."

Tina and Dani continue to watch the movie, since the blonde still hasn't noticed them. Santana takes the food to the kitchenette, and Quinn follows.

"It is. Cathy called, I have an interview tomorrow morning."

Quinn smiles and gives Santana another hug. "That's great news, San."

She nods, taking out the food from it's bag. "I'm still not sure if I'm going to get the job, though." Quinn opens her mouth to disagree, when Tina walks over to them.

"Of course you would say that, typical Santana."

The brunette looks down with a hint of a smile. "I just don't want to get my hopes up. Plus, I'm probably younger than most, if not all of the other people they've interviewed." She points out. "Do they normally hire someone my age?"

Quinn shrugs. "I don't know. I don't remember reading anything about that online, but if they don't, I'm sure they'll let you be an intern there. You won't get paid, but it'll be the first steps into getting another position there."

Santana sighs, passing the girls their food. "That's probably it. If that's true, I'm going to have to find another job. Tina will be leaving, and I can't stay in this hotel forever."

"That reminds me." Quinn takes out a pile of papers she managed to print at work. "I knew you were nervous about this interview, so during my work break, I searched for jobs available in the area. You can look through them, and see if you're interested in any of them."

Santana smiles, appreciative of the blonde. It makes her feel butterflies in her stomach, too. Tina on the other hand glances between the girls, wondering if there's something going on between them, seeing how they're looking at each other, and notes to ask Santana when they're alone.

"Thank you. I'll look through them later."

Quinn nods, blushing.

"Are we going to watch this movie, or what?" Dani asks.

Santana, Tina and Quinn bring their food into the living room. Tina sits next to Dani, while Santana opts to sit with Quinn instead.

"Hello, Dani. Nice to see you again." Quinn says with a forced smile.

The other blonde smiles in return. "You, too."

Tina senses the tension, and narrows her eyes, confused. Santana is oblivious as she eats her food, and watches the movie. Tina continues watching the movie with the other girls in silence. Dani keeps glancing in Quinn's direction throughout the film, while Quinn doesn't seem to be paying attention, deep in thought. After they finish the movie, Dani stands up to stretch. "I better go, work tomorrow."

Tina stands up to walk her out, while Santana and Quinn pick up the now empty take out containers to throw away. Reaching the door, Dani says goodbye to Tina, then looks beyond her to Santana's direction.

"San, can I talk to you before I go?"

She nods, albeit confused. Tina gives them privacy and joins Quinn in the kitchenette. "What do you want to talk about?"

Dani looks over Santana's shoulder, making sure no one is eavesdropping. "I can get you a job at the Spotlight Diner." She offers. "I mean, if you want, of course."

Santana nods. "Yea, thanks for the offer, I'll think about it. First I want to see what Quinn found for me."

Dani waves her off. "Sure, that's fine. Just keep that in mind, ok?"

"Yea, I will, thank you."

Dani waves goodbye to Santana and the other two girls as she leaves. Santana then joins Quinn and Tina in the kitchenette. Walking over to the pair, she sees they're going through the pile of jobs Quinn printed out for her. Tina looks up, hearing the brunette walking toward them.

"I just wanted to see what Quinn found. Maybe I can help you find something you'll like."

Santana sits across from them at the table. "Any luck?"

"There isn't much here since most asked for a degree for something. A lot of it is assistant jobs, waitress, and receptionist." Santana sighs, running her hands through her hair.

Quinn reaches out to put a comforting hand over hers. "Don't let that discourage you. You still have the interview with New York Times tomorrow. If it is an intern job, and you have to work as a receptionist to get a better position there, do it." She encourages. Santana flashes a weak smile.

"Do you even want to write?" Tina suddenly asks. "I know it's something you wanted to do when we were younger, but you don't have that memory anymore. Maybe you can do something different, if that's what you want."

Santana takes a moment to think about Tina's question. The other brunette is right, she has no memory of that dream, but the idea of writing pleases her more than a receptionist or a waitress.

Having to answer phone calls, and wait on people forever isn't ideal, but being able to use her imagination does. Of course working at the New York Times she'll be a journalist, but like Quinn said, it could get her there.

"I think I do." She admits out loud. "I like the idea of writing more than being a waitress, or receptionist. And I think I can handle doing that for awhile if I have to."

Both Tina and Quinn smile in response. "I just wanted to be sure."


In Lima...

Linda has been keeping an eye on Nicholas all day. The man has been walking around town asking anyone if they know where Santana could be. Ever since she and her husband told him his daughter ran away, he seems to be sane now.

He knows both his wife and daughter are gone, but for how long? David had offered to ask a psychologist he knows what can be done to help their neighbor, and possibly for his professional opinion on what could be wrong with him. Linda has just returned home, and is now waiting for her husband to arrive. As soon as she hears the front door open, she rushes over to him.

"Well, what did he say?"

David takes off his coat, and gestures for his wife to follow him into the kitchen. Linda sits at the table, while her husband starts making the coffee.

"He said he can't make a proper diagnoses without seeing him, but based on his professional experience, Nicholas could have a form of psychotic disorder." He explains.

Linda frowns. "I know everyone sees him as the town drunk, but I kind of feel bad for him." She confesses.

David sighs, facing his wife as the coffee brews. "I never felt bad for him. He always had a drinking problem, that drove his wife to leave, and I suspected he was hurting Santana. Tina was helping me get some kind of proof before she ran away." He admits.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He shrugs. "I wanted to be sure. It's unorthodox to have Tina help but, I was busy with work, and Nichols wouldn't leave Santana alone with another adult for long. Which is a sign, just not enough to prove anything." He explains.

"So, what happens now? We can't force him to get help." She points out.

"No, we can't, and I don't think he would take kindly to the idea, if we suggested it, either." He thinks out loud. "Right now he's determined to find Santana, so we make sure he doesn't. We're the only ones in town that know where she is."

Linda bites her lip. "About that." She says full of guilt and regret. "I may have accidently let it slip last night before you got home." She confesses.

David sighs. "How did you let it slip?"

"I thought he was drunk, he said Santana was in her room, and asked me if I knew where Maribel was. I've never seen him like that before, well, I've never talked to him while he was drunk, anyway. That's when I said Santana is in New York, but when we went to her room, he forgot all about it." She explains.

David nods. "Where is he now?"

"His house, last I looked."

David turns off the coffee machine then walks into the living room to look out the front window, spotting Nichols walking down the street, opposite of them.

"Now, he's leaving. I have to follow him, we don't know what state of mind he's in, he could hurt himself or others. Stay here."

He pecks his wife's lips before rushing to grab his coat, and leaving. Not wanting the other man to see him, David keeps a safe distance away. He's confused as to why Nicholas would be walking and not driving until he realizes his destination isn't far from his house.

Staying across the street, he watches Nichols walk up to a small house, and knocks on the door. A small, older Latina woman appears in the doorway. He knows it's Alma, his mother, she invites him inside. David decides to go back home, knowing it would look suspicious if he stood there looking at the house.


Nicholas hasn't had any luck all day. No one knows where his daughter is, and he's starting to get aggravated. He returns to his house to look for more clues, but comes up empty handed. Then he decides to go to his mother's house to a break from searching, and food.

What Nicholas doesn't realize is he's being followed. The Latino walks to his Mother's house, since it's close enough, and knocks on the door. Alma opens it with a scowl, seeing her son.

"Qué estás haciendo aquí? Se supone que tienes que estar buscando a su hija. Who knows where she is by now."

Nichols sighs. "I'm taking a break. I'm hungry."

Alma rolls her eyes but lets him inside anyway. "You're a grown man, can't you cook something yourself?" She asks as they walk into the kitchen. Nichols sits at the table, while his Mother starts taking out pots and pans.

"No one can cook like you, Mami." He says sweetly.

The older woman shakes her head, albeit with with smile. "Who did you ask if they know where Santana is?" Alma asks, multitasking.

"Everyone who knows her."

She raises a brow, unconvinced no one would know where her granddaughter is. "None of her friends know where she is?" He shakes his head. "What about that Chang girl? I always saw those two together."

"She's in Pittsburgh for college. I asked Linda and David, her parents, they don't know where she is, either."

Again, Alma looks unconvinced. "I find that hard to believe. Santana was always over there, they know where she is, they're lying to you."

Nicholas frowns, confused. "How can I get them to tell me?"

Alma turns to her son and smiles. "You leave that to me."


After eating their take out, Tina leaves Santana and Quinn on there own since she has work in the morning. Santana and Quinn agree to watch another movie together. This time they decide on a thriller, Insidious Chapter 2.

Throughout the film, they've mostly been quiet, only jumping on scary parts, but both noticed they started to gravitate towards each other. Neither will voice it, though. No one is sure how it happened, but halfway through the film, they're holding hands.

When another scary part comes on, Santana squeals, and hides her face in Quinn's neck. The blonde breath hitches in her throat, and her heart beats faster against her chest, in a good way. Quinn is unsure where to put her hands, so she leaves them by her side.

"If you don't like this movie, I can always put a different one on." She offers.

Santana peaks from Quinn's neck and sees that part of the movie is over, then lifts her head."N-No, it's ok, I like it."

Quinn smiles, knowingly. "It's ok to admit it scares you, San."

The brunette blushes, with a bashful smile. "Alright, it scares me." She confesses. "Lets just watch TV."

Quinn nods, then takes the movie out, and puts the cable back on before sitting back down. She grabs the remote then holds it out for Santana to take.

"You chose."

The brunette takes it from her then starts surfing through the channels. Quinn looks at the time as she does, and notes how late it is. She should go back to her apartment, but she wants to spend more time alone with Santana.

"Is The Lost Boys ok?"

Quinn nods. Santana puts the remote down and gets comfortable again, this time sitting right next to the blonde, catching her off guard. Since it's not a scary movie, she wonders why the brunette would sit so close to her, she's not complaining of course, just curious.

She doesn't even pay attention to the movie, she's so focused on the brunette's closeness, unaware Santana is hoping she doesn't mind. Eventually they both falls asleep, and Quinn wakes up to Santana laying on her chest. She's shocked at first, but then smiles, and pulls the brunette closer.

Looking at the time again, it's even later. Quinn shrugs, then gets comfortable thinking she might as well spend the night, with the excuse of it being late, and not wanting to wake Santana up.


Authors Note

I hope everyone read the first AN before the chapter, if not, please do. Thoughts, concerns, questions? Let me know, I hope you enjoyed it.