A/N: Hey everyone, here's a new chapter! Surprisingly I don't really have a rant for you guys this time, so I just hope you like this chapter, it's a lot less fluffy than usual, but trust me, this chapter was needed so our girl's could sort out some of their past troubles. Anyways, thank you for all your reviews, they make me happy since I don't own Glee. Reviews = Love my dears, so leave me some! I love hearing from you all.

Over the past few months of dating Santana, Quinn had come accustomed to waking up either in Santana's arms or holding said girl. It was something that she looked forward to when she went to sleep at night, knowing that in the morning she would wake up to someone she loved. However this morning, when she woke up in Rachel's guest bed, Santana was gone.

'Ugh what the, where is she?' Quinn thought as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and got out of bed.

Quinn slowly made her way down to Rachel's kitchen after changing out of her pajamas. The blonde could hear Brittany talking excitedly about who knows what. 'Most likely ducks.' Quinn thought with a smile.

When she finally entered the kitchen, Quinn was met with a sight that should only be in movies. Rachel was flipping pancakes while swaying back and forth, singing along to some song that was playing on the radio, Brittany was dancing on a countertop while rambling off plans of things she wanted to do with her girlfriend today, and poor Santana was silently banging her head off the table she sat at, muttering curses in Spanish.

Quinn shook her head, needing a moment to take in everything that was going on. She felt herself smile at how utterly ridiculous her friends were, because honestly, a few months ago she never would have imagined having such an amazing group of people she could fall back on. Sure, Mr. Schuester preached about how the Glee club protected each other and how they're one big happy family, but in light of recent events Quinn felt that these three girls in front of her were the true family. 'Even Rachel. Wow, I never saw this coming. Me, Quinn Fabray, dating Santana Lopez, and becoming best friends with Rachel Berry.'

Quinn walked over to where Santana was sitting and placed a hand on the brunette's shoulder. Santana jumped slightly, but noticing that it was Quinn who had snuck up behind her, smiled and pulled the taller girl into her lap.

"Well good morning to you too." Quinn said as she burrowed her head into the crook of Santana's neck.

Santana mumbled some sort of a response before pressing a kiss to Quinn's forehead. Quinn just chuckled to herself.

"And I thought I wasn't a morning person." she said while tracing little shapes on Santana's exposed thighs.

"Yeah well Streisand over there has been singing and dancing for the past twenty minutes and I just wants to eat something before I pass out from starvation." Santana said, emphasizing the end of her sentence to Rachel with a flick of her wrist.

Brittany jumped down from the counter she was dancing on and walked over to Santana, ruffling the girl's hair. "Rachel's cooking is totally worth the wait, Miss Grumpy Gils."

"Grumpy Gils? Really, B? You need to stop watching Finding Nemo." Santana muttered, clearly trying to act annoyed at her best friend.

Rachel huffed as she placed a stack of pancakes in front of Brittany and Santana. "You are truly the most impatient person I know, Santana. Also, Brittany can watch whatever she likes."

Brittany beamed at the pint sized diva before leaning in to place a kiss on her cheek. Rachel giggled and walked back over to her stove to get Quinn her own pancakes, and make a fruit salad for herself.

"Annnnnd here you are, Quinn." Rachel said as she sat down next to the blonde.

Quinn thanked Rachel and eagerly dug into her breakfast. Her eyes shot open at the first taste. 'Damn, Britt was right, this is amazing.' the blonde thought as she chewed happily.

"Shit Berry, we should have been friends a long time ago." Santana said with a mouthful of food.

Quinn laughed in agreement. "Seriously Rachel, this is awesome."

"Thank you very much, Quinn. Santana, I implore you, please do not talk with your mouth full. It's not very attractive."

To that Santana stuck her tongue out at Rachel, who pretended to gag. Quinn looked at Brittany and both girls rolled their eyes. 'And the lezbromance strikes again.'

After helping Rachel clean up and exchanging an unholy amount of fist bumps, Quinn and Santana drove back to Santana's house for some alone time. Quinn noticed an extra car in the Latina's driveway, and sent a questioning glance to Santana as she parked her car. There was something off about the way Santana was acting. Her face was pale and she was staring off into space.

"Hey" Quinn said as she placed her hand on top of Santana's own shaking one. "Are you alright?"

Santana visibly gulped before shaking her head. "That's my mom's car."

Quinn felt her stomach contract unpleasantly. She knew Santana had mom issues, and who could blame her after what had happened. Quinn could relate in a way, things were still a little shaky with her own mother, but they were getting better. Her mom at least put up an effort to fix the mistake that Russell Fabray had made nearly a year ago, Santana's mother could really care less what happened to her daughter, and that made Quinn physically ill. But still, as much as Quinn did not want to witness this confrontation, she had to be there for Santana, if not as her girlfriend then as her best friend.

"I'm here." Quinn said, not knowing what else to say.

Santana turned slowly to look at Quinn. Her eyes were glossy from unshed tears, and Quinn could tell immediately that these were angry tears. The blonde had known from an early age that no matter how hard of an act Santana put up, her true feelings could be seen in her eyes. Right now all Quinn could see was hurt. Hurt with a bit of hatred mixed in.

"Let's go see what the home wrecker wants." the Latina said coldly.

Quinn shuddered at the tone of Santana's voice. The car door next to her slammed suddenly, and the blonde looked up to see Santana storming towards her house. 'Oh well shit. This is going to be bad.' Quinn thought as she quickly got out of the car and ran after Santana.

"Santana! Wait up!" Quinn yelled as she ran towards the smaller girl.

"No! I'm about to give this sorry excuse for a mom a piece of my mind."

Quinn growled to herself and pushed herself to run faster. She finally got a hold of Santana just as the other girl reached her front porch. Santana struggled to get out of Quinn's grip on her wrist, but the blonde would not allow it so she stopped moving. Quinn gave a tug and brought her free hand up to rest on Santana's shoulder. The Latina looked at her then and unexpectedly lurched forward to capture Quinn's lips in a furious kiss.

After Quinn was sure that their kiss had proved to dissipate some of Santana's anger, she broke apart and placed their foreheads together. Santana was breathing heavily, partially from kissing Quinn and partially from trying to keep herself together.

"You need to calm down." Quinn started, but was cut off with a growl.

"No I fucking don't. That deadbeat puta is waltzing around my house like she didn't walk out on me and my dad." Santana spat angrily.

"I know that!" Quinn said hurriedly. "Look, let's just go in there, see what she has to say, and if she's a complete ass, you can give her a verbal beat down. Hell, I'll even help! Just calm down, please, for me."

Santana sighed heavily at the Quinn's request. Quinn knew throwing in the "for me" was a cop out, but she really needed to get Santana's temper under control.

"Fine, but I'm only doing this because you said that." Santana said before taking a few calming breaths and holding her hand out for Quinn to take.

Quinn arched an eyebrow but linked their fingers all the same. "What about your mom?"

At that question Santana let out a mocking laugh. "Do you really think I give a shit about what she thinks?"

Quinn internally slapped herself on the forehead. 'I think today might be the day I die. Well, in that case, I think I'll give Brittany my collection of headbands. And hell, Rachel can have my clothes, they'll be a little big on her but that's okay, anything is better than argyle. And- oh shit we're walking.'

The blonde girl was brought out of her thoughts by Santana pulling her into her house. Santana looked around angrily, searching for the woman who had promised she would never leave her, only to do just that. Quinn winced as Santana slammed the door, and held her breath as she heard someone come running from the living room.

"Oh mija, it's just you." Santana's mother said while clutching a hand at her heart. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Quinn felt Santana squeeze her hand, looking for reassurance. Quinn squeezed back lightly.

"What are you doing here?" Santana asked, clearly not up for small talk.

Quinn flinched at how closed off the brunette sounded. The blonde could almost feel the hatred laced in with Santana's sad attempt to remain emotionless and by the look on Mariel Lopez, she felt it too.

"Mija, don't be like that. I never wanted this to happen."

Santana scoffed at the blatant lie. "You're kidding me right? If you didn't want this to happen, you would never have cheated on papi. He loved you! He still does actually, even after you did that shit to him!"

Quinn felt oddly satisfied when Mariel recoiled at Santana's words. The older woman looked like someone had kicked her in the gut, and Quinn couldn't help but wonder if she would have actually preferred that over having her daughter call her out.

"Santana por favor, escúchame. Me puede explicar. Soy tu madre." Mariel whispered out in her native language.

"No. No soy tu hija. ¡Fuera de aquí!"

Quinn couldn't believe what was unfolding in front of her. Sure, she had expected things to be tense, but to hear Santana tell her mother to get out was going to a whole other level. 'God, all I need is a bag of popcorn and 3-D glasses and I'll have the whole movie experience.' she thought bitterly.

"Santana, I am so very sorry for everything. I never meant to hurt you or ruin my marriage. I am so proud of you mija, for taking care of papi when I could not."

"God this is so typical!" Santana fumed. "You come in here, trying to apologize for doing something unforgivable, drop a bomb like divorcing papi on me, and then you run off and go to whatever piece of man action you can find."

Quinn gasped loudly and pulled gently on Santana's hand, silently telling her that she had gone a bit too far. This small action did not go unnoticed, and Mariel looked at the girls exchange with shocked eyes.

"¿Qué fue eso? Mrs. Lopez asked quietly while staring at their interlinked hands.

Santana glanced at Quinn then, and in that moment Quinn felt all of her doubts crumble away. She nodded slightly at the brunette standing next to her, and Santana smiled graciously.

"Quinn es mi novia, mami." Santana said putting emphasis on the last word.

"No." Mariel said simply. "You're confused. It's my fault for leaving you. Don't worry mija, we will fix this."

Quinn was about to make a comment but realized it really wasn't her place to get involved in Santana's family issues even if they concerned her. So, the blonde just bit her tongue and grasped Santana's hand tighter.

"Tu eres loca! Estoy enamorado con Quinn. Pero, usted no sabe sobre el amor, que tu mami?" Santana sneered.

Quinn held her breathe as Mariel shook her head in disgust. "You were right. You're not my daughter. No daughter of mine is a lesbiana."

And with those final venomous words, Santana's mother walked out of the house, leaving Quinn alone with a furious Santana. As Quinn listened to Mariel's car speed away, Santana was trying her hardest to keep her composure. The Latina began pacing in her living room, muttering angrily to herself as she ran her hands through her dark hair. Quinn cautiously walked over to Santana and placed her hand on the pacing girl's waist.

"San" Quinn started, only to be cut off by the brunette.

"No, Q, just don't. I cannot talk right now; I'm too pissed off."

'Okay that hurt, but it's understandable.' Quinn thought before nodding her head.

"I can't believe her damn nerve! Who the hell does she think she is, coming here and starting shit with me?"

"Santana, I" Quinn trailed off, not really knowing what to say.

"And what the hell was that shit about me not being her daughter because I'm a lesbian? Seriously! How can she go from saying she's proud of me and all that bullshit, but the second she finds out I'm with you I get disowned?" Santana said as she kicked at the couch that was in her way.

Quinn just kept silent, hoping that soon enough Santana would calm down and they could talk about what had happened. All of that hope went out the window when a loud crash rang out. Quinn looked around for Santana fearing the worse, but what she saw literally broke her heart.

Santana had flung her purse at the huge family portrait that hung in front of her fireplace. The picture frame shattered, and now the Latina was working on pulling it off the wall to throw it. Quinn couldn't help to find the irony in the situation. Santana's mother had shattered their family with her lies, and now Santana was shattering all the memories of her mother.

"Santana, stop! You're going to get hurt!" Quinn said as she ran over to the sobbing girl.

"JODER!" Santana bellowed as she cut her had on a stray piece of glass. "Fucking damn it!"

"Jesus, San! What did I tell you?" Quinn scolded while pulling Santana to her kitchen.

Quinn pushed Santana to sit at her table and handed her some paper towels to stop some of the bleeding before running over to the cabinet where she knew Dr. Lopez kept the first aid kit. The blonde girl grabbed the kit and ran back to Santana. She sat on the chair next to the Latina, who shot her an apologetic half-smile. Quinn returned the smile before turning her attention to Santana's hand.

"This is probably going to hurt, Santana, but I have to clean this up." Quinn warned as she pulled out an alcohol prep from its package.

Santana nodded, and Quinn took that as the cue to go ahead and get it over with. Carefully, Quinn used the paper towels to clean up the excess blood, which thankfully wasn't flowing as much as before. Once she was satisfied with her job she brought the prep to Santana's palm, wiping away the dried blood. Quinn felt bad when she heard Santana take in a sharp breath, but she reminded herself that this needed to be done, and that the smaller girl had brought this upon herself.

"There we go." Quinn said as she finished cleaning up the wound. It really wasn't that bad, just a small gash, but still Quinn wanted to be safe. She took out some butterfly stitches and stuck two of them on the cut. 'Just in case.' the blonde thought as she applied some Neosporin to a gauze pad. She then placed the gauze on Santana's hand and reached behind her to grab a pack of rolling gauze.

"You're lucky I was a girl scout." she muttered as she started bandaging Santana's hand.

Santana laughed slightly. "My dad's a doctor, Quinn. I think I know how this shit works."

Quinn rolled her eyes as she finished wrapping up Santana's hand. "Alright, that should hold it, but I don't want you to move your hand for a little bit, just so I know the stitches will stick."

Santana nodded before standing up and wrapping her arms around Quinn. Quinn sighed and hugged back.

"I'm mad at you, just so you know." Quinn whispered.

Santana pulled away and shot Quinn a dirty look before grabbing a broom and dustpan to go clean up the remnants of her outburst in the living room. "Whatever."

Quinn let out an exasperated sigh before following Santana. Quinn was getting pissed, Santana was working on her last nerve, and she really did not want to add more drama to the Latina's life but she could feel her own temper flaring.

"Knock it off already." Quinn said as Santana finished sweeping up the glass on her floor and turned to face her, brow furrowed.

"Knock what off?" Santana huffed out as she fell back onto her couch.

'I am so not in the mood for mind games.' Quinn thought as she sat next to her girlfriend.

"This attitude you have! Look, I get it San, what happened today really sucked." Quinn crossed her arms. "But you do not have to take it out on me when all I'm doing is trying to help."

Santana turned to look at Quinn incredulously. "Well I'm sorry if I'm a little on edge. Something about seeing my mother throw insults at my life and my love for you pissed me off."

Quinn rolled her eyes. "I understand it hurt, but you can stop with the snark."

"I'm not being snarky! I'm upset, and I'm sorry but I think I deserve to be able to feel this way." Santana spat back.

Quinn knew things were getting out of control. This was the type of fighting that had led to the silent treatment for weeks back when the girls were just friends, but somehow, Quinn couldn't find it in herself to care. She had been suffering the same amount of stress with her own family problems, but she never took it out on Santana.

"You don't have to take it out on me!" Quinn repeated angrily. "I'm trying to make this better, Santana! I understand what you're going through."

Santana let out a sarcastic laugh. "Pardon my French, but you have no fucking idea what I'm going through right now."

That was it; that was the final straw. Quinn felt her anger boil over into the red zone. 'How dare she say that, after everything that we've been through together, after all the shit I put up with last year?' Quinn knew there was no turning back, and she just had to let lose her anger.

"I have no idea? Are you freaking kidding me right now?" Quinn snarled as she stood up from the couch.

"Yep, that's right! You have NO idea." Santana said mockingly as she looked up at Quinn.

"Oh yeah, you're right!" Quinn said before taking a deep breath. "Because I definitely didn't get knocked up last year, kicked out of my house, disowned by my father, alienated by my school, and I definitely didn't have to give up my daughter, the one person who would love me unconditionally."

Quinn watched as Santana's expression went from angry to hurt and then filled with regret. Her eyes shone with remorse, and in the past that would have been enough for Quinn. She would have forgiven Santana on the spot and wrapped her arms around her in a back breaking hug, but right now, in this moment, Quinn was too far gone to even consider calming down. So she continued her verbal assault.

"But wait! I think I know why you seem to think that I don't know how you feel! It must be because YOU left me. The second you found out about my pregnancy, you ran! You abandoned me when I needed you the most. Hell you even went as far as to fuck around with Puck, who newsflash was the father of my child. But none of that mattered to you did it, Santana? So long as you were on top of the pyramid."

Santana stuttered out an apology, but Quinn would not let herself buy it. "No. You don't get to say you're sorry. Not now. All I've done is support you. These past few months have been amazing for me, but now I don't know if it's enough. I can't be abandoned again, Santana. I can't let you hurt me."

Somehow Santana found her voice at these words. "Quinn please, I'm sorry. You're right, I'm so sorry. I'm just fucking like her. I'm just like my mom."

Quinn wanted to accept the apology, she really did, but then she would have proved nothing to Santana, and they would go on pretending that this never happened. The blonde girl wanted Santana to think about things, she wanted the Latina to see that she hurt her. However hearing Santana compare herself to her mother pulled at Quinn's heart and she felt her resolve slip a little.

"No you're not like her at all." Quinn said firmly. "But I can't be here right now."

Santana tried to argue, but Quinn put her finger up. 'I need to do this.' she reminded herself.

"Look, I'm going to go for a walk to clear my head. I suggest you do the same, and maybe, and I mean that Santana, maybe after we both cool down I'll come back."

Santana nodded in defeat. "Okay. Text me when you're ready."

"I will." Quinn said as she walked out of Santana's living room and out the door. She pretended that the sobs she heard coming from the house were a figment of her imagination as she hopped off the Latina's porch and walked down the block.

As she walked Quinn thought about how she had let things escalate to the point that they did. Surely she had better control than that, she was the level headed one in her and Santana's relationship. The pain of being told that she didn't understand, when she most certainly did, was just too much for Quinn. She had been through hell and back, on her own, and Santana had no right to say the things she said.

'I still love her. I do, I just need to calm down before I go back there and ruin the best relationship I've ever had.' Quinn thought as she turned into an old park.

It was weird being there alone. The slides and monkey bars looked somewhat sinister ever since they were abandoned years ago. Memories of first meeting Santana on the old slide in front of her came rushing back and Quinn felt the tears slide down her cheeks. She moved to sit on the swings, and as she swung back and forth half-heartedly Quinn thought about everything that had happened to her last year. Would she be playing with Beth at the new park down the street had she kept her? Would Puck have been a good dad? Would Santana still love her, even if she had a daughter?

'Yes.' Quinn thought. 'Puck would have been amazing, and Santana would still love me, and we would all take turns pushing Beth on the swings.'

Quinn wiped at her eyes furiously. She was suddenly feeling very much alone and really ashamed of her actions earlier. She shouldn't have made the argument about her, but Quinn had been bottling up all of the hurt for a long time, and the damage had already been done.

'But we can fix this.' Quinn thought as she pulled out her cell phone.

"I'm good now, are you?" – Q

She hit send and anxiously awaited a text back.

"Yeah. Please come back? I need you so much right now." – S

Quinn smiled at her phone, before sending a final text and jogging out of the creepy playground.

"I'm on my way baby." – Q

Quinn ran all the way back to Santana's house. She had a chance to make things right between them, and she didn't want to waste any time. As she turned into the familiar driveway Quinn smiled slightly. 'We'll be okay. We're going to make this right.' the hazel eyed girl thought as she threw open Santana's front door and walked in to meet her girlfriend standing nervously in front of her.