Hey guys. I'm sorry for the delay but I worked the chapter over and over because it always turned out... crappy.

So a few of you said they "hated" Quinn now and she's horrible and so on. Of course, I can't blame you for that, I mean, it's every one's personal opinion but keep in mind that just because she's making bad decisions that doesn't mean she's a bad person. I guess I talk with more experience but Quinn just wants to be loved.

boriongsiot: Ah well, it's really exhilarating reading your suggestions. You had me laughing out loud sometimes. ;) Yeah, Santana is an international wanted mafia boss waiting to kill everybody ;DD Quinn's problem is that she doesn't really know what happened to her parents so she has to bluff a bit. Happy New Year 2014 :DD

~Quinn's POV~

It's Monday again but Thank God -or rather Christmas-, there's no school today.

I'm up early because I forgot to turn my alarm off.

"Are ya all prepared for Christmas? Every present bought and wrapped?"

I sigh and switch it off. That's one of the good things about my family: I never have to think about a present for them because they don't give me anything either.

I look outside of my window and a small smile tugs at my lips. The first snow of the season is falling in slow flakes to the ground making it look like there's a blanket over the ground.

After getting ready I leave the house. I have, after all, a mission to finish. I put my ear-buds in and head towards Lima Heights Adjacent.

I knock on the door and am met with silence. I look at my watch. Shit. Well, it's a little bit early to stand before anyone's door but I guess she will survive it.

If she's even here, idiot. Why are you even doing this to her? I shake my head in an attempt to regain my concentration.

It's not her fault that you're a disappointment for your family.

I growl in frustration and knock again, harder this time.

Movement can be heard on the other side of the door. The door swings open and my breath falters for a moment.

Sleepy Santana Lopez looks kinda adorable. She wears black shorts and a simple top. Her hair falls messily from her head and she scrunches her nose up.

When she sees me her eyebrow shoots up and she moves to stand a little bit more upright. "Fabray? It's too freakin' early to deal with you, so I hope it's at least important."

Santana turns around and disappears in her house leaving the front door open. I hesitantly take a few steps inside the house immediately analyzing everything around me. It's a small two story house with nothing fancy inside but it's clean and feels homey. I take a deep breath. It smells so.. Santana-ish.

Do you really want to do that? Destroy her life? You're pathetic, Lucy Quinn Fabray. I follow Santana into the kitchen. It's like the rest of the house, small but nice.

She stands behind the table her arms folded over her chest and with an expectant look.

We just stare at each other for a while. I think, she waits for me to say something but I don't know how to say this. On one side I feel horrible for even thinking about something that cruel. She haven't done anything intentionally to harm me on top of that. But images from my parents and my sister are flying through my head. All of them with a proud smile on their face saying they love me...

I clear my throat and look Santana in the eyes.

~Santana's POV~

I wait for her to say something but she continues to stare at me. Finally she clears her throat and opens her mouth.

"I just want to congratulate you. Your performance was really... stunning yesterday.

I begin to sweat. Of course, she isn't as cool as Mike about it. He just winked at me yesterday and left with Quinn.

"Cut the crap. What do you want?" I glare at her and for a second I can see some sort of hesitation before her look gets cold again.

"That's a really rude behavior of yours." She walks around looking at our furniture and smiling at a picture of Abuela, Maria and me.

"Is this girl your sister? She looks just like you." I don't answer and watch her inspecting our kitchen. Quinn doesn't make any moves to get to the point, so I walk towards her and grab her arm.

I open my mouth but she beats me speaking firstly. "I told my parents about your brilliant talent and well, they want to hire you. But only if it's okay with your parents, of course. So I came to speak to them about it."

I release my grip on her and take a step back. Avoiding my eyes I sit on one of the old kitchen chairs next to me.

"So where are they? Are they sleeping?" Flashbacks and images are making their way towards my mind but I try to force them back. Shaking my head I respond: "My parents..." I look at Quinn. She knows exactly where they are but enjoys tormenting me.

I stand up and take a deep breath. "I'm afraid they are not available but I'm eighteen so it isn't really one of their concerns."

Quinn smiles and makes her way towards me. I stumble backwards and land on the chair.

Her eyes rake over my body and I shudder when we make eye contact.

Our eyes are locked and I can't bring myself to look away.

Quinn Fabray leans down, her breath is tickling my ear and goosebumps spread over my body.

"Come on, Sanny, we both know the truth. Why don't you admit it?" Her fingers comb my hair slowly as she continues: "Who would have thought thee Santana Lopez had such a, well let's say, dark past.

Quinn still plays with my hair and traces my features with her index finger while I can't move my frozen body. She knows it. Now everybody's gonna find out. Was the only thing replaying and replaying in my mind over and over again.

I push all the thoughts and fears in my mind back and look Quinn cold in the eyes. "What do you want, Fabray?" She chuckles lightly and sits on my lap.

~Quinn's POV~

I'm going too far but I can't seem to stop. A Fabray always finishes what they started.

"You know what I want, Santana."

Suddenly she grabs me and picks me up. Her eyes are seemingly void of any emotion but I have enough experience with this kind of things, hiding any kind of emotion, that I can look through her guard.

After a few moments which feel like hours Santana sighs and puts me down on the chair. She kneels in front of me and grabs my hand.

"You don't have to do this, Quinn. I know you are better than this and that you don't really want to do that, right? You wouldn't do that?" I almost give in... again, but I just can't. After I have this chance... this once in a lifetime chance to finally be number one in something. After all this years where I've never been anything but the second choice.

I shake my head and stand up, push my way past Santana and walk to the door. After reaching it I turn back once more. She is standing there in the door frame looking at me silently.

One step, two steps... I'm out of the house but still watching her. Your last chance, Fabray. I shut the door and the moment is over.

It's just after the corner into the next street that a single tear makes its way over my face. "I'm sorry."

~Santana's POV~

It's Christmas Eve today. Both my sister and Abuela are rushing through the house excited for the annual feast and the presents, of course.

I sit in our room and stare at the keys in front of me. After my encounter with Quinn I searched through our attic and found my old keyboard.

Playing a few notes I close my eyes and try to simply enjoy the music like nothing else matters.

I'm interrupted with the bell ringing. "Santanita, it's Rachel!" Abuela shouts from downstairs. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

As soon as Rachel sees me she jumps in my arms and engulfs me in one of her not so famous Rachel-Berry-hugs. "What is the matter with you, Tana? You do look a bit depressed if I may say so." Rach looks at me worried. That alone puts a smile to my face. There are still people who will always care about you, always picking you up when you fall and always be by your side no matter how bad you feel.

"Nothing, Rae. These two are just annoying." I point behind me and Rach giggles. "Aw, Tana, admit it. You're a sucker for Christmas and all the mushy things involving it." I stick my tongue out at her and tell her to wait downstairs so I can go up and get her present.

We would normally do it tomorrow but she's going on vacation with her dads so we exchange them today instead.

I meet everyone in the kitchen where a small Christmas tree stands. It's nothing fancy and not what anyone would describe as beautiful but it does the trick.

Rachel practically rips the present from my hands. I have to laugh at her childish behavior. Her tongue is sticking out of her mouth in concentration while she unwraps the small gift.

"My, Santana, it's beautiful." She takes the small necklace out of the box it was tucked in and examines it from every side. It's really nothing fancy, just a silver necklace with two small pendants on it. One of it consists of two also silver, connected notes shining in the light of the fairy lights on the Christmas tree while the other was a wing.

When Rachel looks back at me I move my collar a bit down, showing the other wing on a similar necklace around my neck.

She has tears in her eyes and hugs me again with all the strength her small body can muster up.

"Turn around, babe." She lets me put my present around her neck.

"So where is my gift?"

Rachel laughs and hits my arm. "Always deliberate of the other, huh?" I open my mouth to answer but she just talks on. "Well, guess what?" She pauses. "You can come with us to New York!"