Ok so guys I have one request fro you all...please don't go all Lima Heights on my ass! I am rather fond of it. And Jordan will be revealed, although I have to say I was very suprised with the reaction. I thought I was being seriously obvious...but I guess not. Thanks so much for te reviews loved'm even though most of you waned to kill me a little. Anyway I hope you enjoy and have a great weekend! I am gonna have some fun in the snow, the only good thing about winter.


Quinn just stared. She couldn't quite figure out what she was feeling. There were so many emotions competing for first place. What was she supposed say? How was she supposed to act. Can't I just for once in my life have a fucking break from all the drama and upheaval?

Jordan eyed Quinn nervously waiting for her to say something. 'Are you going to say something?'

'What the fuck do you want me to say Jordan? Seriously! You walked away eight years ago and now you suddenly waltz back in and expect what?' Quinn snapped angrily furiously wiping tears away that she didn't want.

'I am sorry Quinn! You will never know how fucking sorry I am.' Jordan sobbed collapsing into the chair next to Quinn's bed. 'I don't expect anything from you Quinn. I...I just wanted to see that you are ok.' Jordan took a stack of letter from the bag she had been carrying and put them on Quinn's tray table. 'I never ever stopped thinking of you Quinn. And I am sorry I disturbed you, the last thing I wanted to do was bother you.' Jordan wiped her own face as she got up. 'I better get going I really don't want to be around when Daddy comes by.'

Quinn fingered the stack of letters and cards. They were all addressed to her. 'Jordan?' She called out before Jordan disappeared out the door, even though she didn't exactly know how she felt she knew she didn't want to loose Jordan again. 'He isn't in the picture, hasn't been a for a while.' She saw the shock cross Jordan's face. It was fascinating how much they looked alike, and reading Jordan was just like reading her own expressions. I wonder if Beth will be the same? 'You missed so much Jordan, so fucking much. And I needed you so badly.' Quinn twirled her fingers then looked up at Jordan. 'I think we should talk.'

Jordan sat down grateful to be given a chance. She knew she didn't deserve it, but she would take it anyway. 'Thank you, just thank you.'


Amy looked around the studio, completely fascinated. It was not what she had expected at all. And she had been even more surprised that it wasn't in either Quinn's or Santana's parents homes. Independence, somewhere to be them. No judgements.

Santana chuckled as she watched Amy take everything in. 'You can say it you know.'

Amy blushed as she turned away from a particularly thought provoking drawing. 'Sorry, I am acting like an idiot.'

Santana laughed lightly. This was their place and Santana felt completely at ease. 'No you're not. At least you didn't squeal. It's ok you know, I know it's not what you expected. Hell no one really would.' Santana shrugged as she shoved things into her Cheerios gym bag.

'These are amazing!' Amy grinned walking over to the bed. 'And that one is just...'

Santana walked to where Amy was standing smiling softly. 'That was Quinn's wedding present to me. And it is by far my favourite drawing Quinn has ever done.'

'So Quinn is the artist?' Amy asked tilting her head not yet ready to take her eyes of the drawing.

'Yea.' Santana didn't even notice her voice had gone gentle and sweet.

'And that?' Amy pointed to the instruments and stands.

'Is that you very not so subtle way of asking me if I am the musician?' Santana chuckled a light blush making its way up her neck.

Amy turned to Santana, thrilled at getting to see Santana so open and happy. 'I guess it is.'

'Well you would be right. Quinn makes things beautiful and I just provide the back track.' Santana ran her fingers over a picture of Quinn painting, it was one of the few she had taken. Quinn doing most of the photography, but she had managed to sneak that one. It was one of her favourites.

'You are right though, I didn't expect this.' Amy sardonically said, not commenting on Santana's longing look. She knew it had to be incredibly hard for Santana to be there and not have Quinn with her.

'Like I said, that isn't a surprise. And we play our parts very well. The peppy all American cheerleader type for Quinn. And me the angry minority with a chip on her shoulder. But here we can let ourselves go. This is us.' Santana grabbed her bag looked around the room taking in a deep breath to breath in the smell. 'Come on lets get back. Quinn asked you come by, I think she feels bad about yesterday.'


Brittany found that being suspended was actually a lot of fun. She got to do what she wanted, and wasn't bored out of her mind in classes. She was so far ahead it didn't matter anyway. Even Cheerios practise had been more fun. Santana had been in a pretty good mood so was Quinn. They were for once not acting. It was great. And now Brittany wanted some Quinn time. She hadn't gotten nearly enough the previous day. 'Hey Q it's so cool...woah!' Brittany blinked as she walked into Quinn's new room and was suddenly faced by two Quinn's

'Hey B.' Quinn mumbled, her eyes puffy from crying.

Brittany inched closer to Quinn, not taking her eyes of the second Quinn. 'Q there are like two of you. Is this one of those weird awake dreams. Cause it is freaking me out.' Brittany mumbled softly into Quinn's ear.

Quinn smiled through some tears. Brittany was just what the doctor had ordered. 'No B it's not a dream.' She wiped her nose. 'B this is my sister, Jordan.'

'No way!' Brittany tilted her head. 'She looks just like you! But I didn't know you had a sister.' Brittany looked at Jordan critically. Brittany wasn't completely convinced that it wasn't a dream so she poked Jordan softly.

Quinn started laughing. 'Brit-Brit I promise this isn't a dream. I really do have a sister.' Quinn had to give Jordan props. She was handling Brittany very well, by just not saying anything. But that she figured was more out of shock at being poked by a complete stranger.

'How can I be sure of that? Cause I had this dream once where Lord Tubington had an evil twin, and it was so real! And I poked him too and it went just like this.' Brittany asked dubious.

'Oh god B I needed that.' Quinn giggled as she pulled Brittany in for a as much of a hug as she could manage. 'Call S Brit she'll tell you it's real.' Quinn let Brittany go smiled at her. 'I don't have phone and I really need her here.'

Brittany nodded and pulled out her phone. 'Here, you should call her.' Brittany handed over the phone and turned back to staring at Brittany. 'Why have I never seen you before?'

Jordan blinked, she still trying to wrap her mind around what Quinn had told her. Her mind was on complete overload. And this weird friend of Quinn was not helping any. 'Sorry, what?'

'I didn't know Q had a sister, she has never mentioned that.' Brittany asked she was getting a little excited again. Well first and foremost she was confused. Why would Q not tell me?

'I went away a long time ago. When Quinn was still very young.' Jordan softly replied, really not sure what to do with herself.

Brittany nodded in understanding, it was sort of making sense. 'It was because of your daddy, right?'

How the hell did she know that? 'Ah...I...' Jordan had no idea how to handle Brittany. She was way to open and honest for her.

'It's ok, Q doesn't like to talk about that either. I still know.' Brittany shrugged. She was going to have to keep an eye on Jordan though. She didn't know whether she was trustworthy and Quinn looked very upset that she was there.


Santana stopped by the front door and broke out in a big grin. 'You are getting your money's worth today detective.' She said as she watched Shelby wrestle Beth out of her car seat. It didn't take long for Beth to spot her, and they both wore the same gleeful expression. 'Hold this will you.' Santana shoved her bag into Amy's arms.

'Santa!' Beth screamed as she slipped by Shelby and shot towards Santana.

Santana caught Beth easily twirling her before securely plopping her onto her hip. 'Hi Baby Q!' Santana laughed as she took Beth in. She was pretty much covered in chocolate. And she was obviously in a very sharing mood as she held a piece of mangled chocolate up for Santana. Not really thinking anything of it Santana bit of a piece. Beth had made her munch on way more disgusting things that mangled chocolate. 'Thank you, aren't you in a good mood?'

Shelby trotted up to Santana. 'I am so sorry Santana, she is in one of her hyper moods.' Shelby eyed Amy warily then looked back at a laughing Santana.

'It's fine, I have missed my baby Q fixes!' She grinned as she blew a raspberry on a chocolate covered cheek earning herself a multitude of squeals and laughs. 'We don't mind do we baby Q?'

'No!' Beth giggled shifting into Santana's arms when she spied Amy. 'Who you?'

Amy shook of her shock and smiled at Beth sweetly. 'Hello there little missy. I am Amy, I am a friend of Santana's. And who are you?' She held out her hand to Beth grinning happily when took it timidly.

'I'm Q.' Beth grinned at Amy, completely charming Amy. Shelby closed her eyes in exasperation. Beth refused to introduce herself as anything else than Q.

Oh lord she is cute. 'Nice to meet you.' Amy turned to Shelby sheepishly. She should really have greeted her first. 'I'm sorry ma'am, but she is just to cute.' She apologized and held out her hand to Shelby. 'I'm detective Amy Hayly, I jog with Santana. It's really nice to meet you ma'am.'

Santana nearly fell down laughing. Who knew a little baby and her mother could bring out the prim and proper Detective Hayly. Gone was the teasing cool Amy. 'Hey baby Q how about you and me take your mom's groceries to the house and let the boring grown ups talk?'

'Yes, boring!' Beth agreed and took Santana's hand as they walked to the car.

Shelby shook her head good naturedly. 'Santana is going to be the death of me. And it's nice to meet you Amy I am Shelby and that is my daughter Beth, although I swear she only ever answers to Q or baby Q.'

Amy could see that Shelby really loved both Santana and Q? Oh wow! Now there's a revelation. That girl is the spitting image of Quinn. How the heck? 'Wow.'

Shelby laughed, well it seemed the good detective knew some things about Santana and Quinn, but obviously not everything. 'Figured it out huh?' Shelby looked at her watch and winced, she was actually relieved that Santana was there. 'San?'

Santana turned to Shelby with bag and baby hoisted on a hip. 'What's up?'

Shelby bit her lip. 'I hate to ask this, but can you take Beth for the afternoon? I have an interview for a permanent position at the Music centre, and I couldn't get a baby-sitter on such short notice.' Shelby left it unspoken that it usually was Santana and or Quinn who would babysit when needed. She got a sitter from outside only if the girls couldn't. Which wasn't all that often.

'Her jogger stroller in the car?' Santana shrugged, spending time with Beth wasn't a hardship. And Quinn would be happy to see her. Plus Puck would wet himself. She knew Shelby let him visit her sometimes, so she knew she could just let Beth and Puck hang out together.

Shelby sighed in relief. 'Thank you! And no it's in the hallway closet. I am guessing I am picking her up at the hospital later?'

'Duh.' Santana stuck her tongue out, which Beth quickly imitated. 'Now go you look just about ready to have a panic attack.'

'Stop teaching my daughter stuff like that San!' Shelby laughed as she planted soft kiss on Beth's head and then hopped into her car.

Santana shrugged when she turned back to Amy. 'Figured it out yet?'

'Oh yea I have. Let me guess it's another one of those very convoluted stories?' Amy dead panned playing with Beth's fingers.

'You got it, one you'll only hear after I hear this theory you have on dough boy.' Santana pulled a face for Beth. 'Come on baby Q let's get your stroller, so we can bounce.'


Quinn bit her lip as she watched Jordan and Brittany. It was almost funny that Jordan was intimidated by Brit. But then Brit might not be aggressive and loud, but she was very protective of her friends. She just hope Jordan didn't run off, she looked just about ready to. And I haven't even gotten to the I am gay part. Fuck why is family always so fucked up?

'Hey Q something wrong?'

Quinn smiled softly Santana always jumped to conclusions and she always worried. 'No, not really.' She looked at Jordan then started crying again. 'Can you just please come back?' Quinn could hear Santana ask Amy something. But she couldn't make out what though.

'Baby I'll be there in a few minutes.'

Quinn closed her eyes in relief. She had to get a phone. She really did. I'll talk to San about that. Maybe she can pick one up for me. 'Thanks baby see you soon.'

Jordan smiled a little at Quinn. 'Boyfriend?'

Brittany giggled loudly. Santana would not be happy to hear herself being described as Quinn's boyfriend. 'San is not a guy.'

Quinn closed her eyes grinning. Thank you Brit. 'Hey Brits can you go wait for San, she doesn't know where my new room is yet?'

Brittany jumped up and Kissed Quinn's cheek. 'Sure Q. See you soon.' Brittany walked out leaving a wide eyed Jordan in her wake.

'Not a boyfriend?' Jordan muttered after a minute. Things had sure changed. Not only was their father not in the picture. But Quinn had a baby and was apparently at the very least Bi.

Quinn shrugged, she didn't owe Jordan an explanation. She was not going to do the big just because I am gay doesn't mean I am different than I was before speech. If Jordan wanted into her life she would just have to accept. Because they really didn't know each other any more and she was so over pretending with family and friends. 'No not a boyfriend, haven't had one of those since I got pregnant. That was Santana...my wife.'

'What?' Jordan yelped her eyes big as saucers. She had been preparing herself for girlfriend, but not wife. Oh shit! I know that look, fuck now I managed to piss her off. Fuck Jordan you bloody idiot!

'Seriously! Fucking Seriously!' Quinn yelled, she was sick and tired of bigoted asses passing judgement on who you could or couldn't love. It was getting really old. Especially coming from her sister. 'I fucking told you things were different. And yes I have a wife! What the fuck is your problem? Because I am gay I should not be able to get married? Next you are going to tell me it's just a phase or something of the like. Is that it Jordan you think this is just some phase? Well you don't know shit!' Quinn ignored Jordan who was frantically trying to get a word in, but Quinn was on a roll. All her pent up frustration and anger popped up. And she had to admit she sounded just colourful as Santana. 'You do not get to come back after eight years and judge me! What kind of shit is that? You think it is a choice who you love? What fucking bullshit! You are just like daddy, a bigoted ass-hole!'

Jordan sighed loudly, she wasn't going to get a word in until Quinn had gotten whatever that was out of her system. She was sure part of it was her less than stellar reaction, but there was way more going on than that. Good lord where did she pick up all those curse words and the attitude?


Santana was out of the car before Amy had even properly stopped. She quickly got Beth out and then poked her head back in. 'Thanks Amy. You coming in?'

'Sure I'll give you a few though.' Amy said easily. She was still processing everything she had learnt about Santana.

Brittany walked over to Santana. 'Hey S you got here really quick. Hey Beth.'

'Jesus B you scared the hell out of me.' Santana toned her language down, she didn't want Beth to curse like a sailor. Shelby and Quinn would both tan her hide.

Brittany shrugged. 'Sorry.'

'What is going on? And why aren't you with Q she sounded really upset.' Santana asked as she walked towards the hospital.

'Did you know Quinn has a sister?' Brittany asked softly, Santana never took surprises well. She didn't want to be the one to bear potentially bad news, but she didn't want Santana freaking out on Quinn either. Quinn was upset enough as was.

Santana stopped in her track. 'I know, she left eight years ago. What about it though B?' She really didn't like the knot that was forming in the pit of her stomach.

'She's here.' Brttany said simply then held out her arms for Beth. 'You can't go over protective wife with a baby, gimme. I wanne get my cuddle on.'

Santana bit her lip, Brittany hadn't spent any time with Beth since she had been born. But when she looked at Brittany and noted the arched eyebrow she snorted. 'You sure B, she can be a hand full.'

'Please bitch I manage you all the time. Me and Beth are gonna have a ball. Plus you know everyone loves me, you said so yourself.' Brittany waggled her eyebrows teasingly grinning when Beth reached for her. Yep I still got it. 'See she likes me.'

'True that.' Santana laughed giving Beth to Brittany. She kissed Brittany chastely. 'You are the best B.'

'Course I am, now go before you have a heart attack.' Brittany laughed as Santana took off. 'She is so silly, isn't she?'


Santana skidded to a stop in front of Quinn's new room, which Brittany had conveniently forgotten to tell her about, sending her running around the hospital. Sneaky, letting me run of the edge. Santana wasn't sure what was going on. She had seen Quinn angry before, hell she had provoked some of Quinn's biggest outbursts herself. But this was insane. Quinn was screaming like a nut. And she wasn't even exactly sure why. Half of what Quinn was screaming made no sense at all. Quinn finally blew her top. Long fucking time coming. And so not the place. Santana squared her shoulders and walked into the room calm as can be. Best HBIC face on. She winced, she hated to be a bitch to Quinn, but sometimes that was the only way she got through to her. Sorry baby, I don't mean it you know. 'Yo tubbers! What the fuck is going on here?' She yelled loudly topping Quinn easily. Quinn was horse from crying and screaming. 'I mean shit, you sound like a whining baby who lost it's blanky. Man the the fuck up and shut the hell up! Because if you keep going like this they are gonna kick you out on your skinny white ass!'

Jordan's eyes went even wider. Did every one n Lima suddenly talk like they were on shore leave? Who the hell is she?

Quinn blinked then stopped mid rant. 'San?' She hiccuped through her tears. 'It hurts, it hurts all the time. I am so tired.' She whimpered as Santana carefully sat on the side of the bed.

'Hey there you are.' Santana demeanour had gone from bitch to soft in a blink of an eye. Quinn was out of whatever the shit she had been in before. She lent down kissing Quinn slowly but with all the emotions she could pack into it. Then lent her forehead against Quinn's breathing her in. 'Te amo mi amor.'

Quinn's body shook, tears streaming down her face. It was all just to much. She clutched Santana to her. 'Don't leave me.'

Santana blinked, she had no idea where this was coming from. She braced herself on either side of Quinn's body making sure not to jostle Quinn and let her hang onto her as if her life depended on it. 'Hey hey Quinn baby look at me.' She waited until Quinn's blinked up at her. 'I am here, and I will never ever leave. remember you put that ball and chain on my finger.' Santana teased softly holding up her hand for Quinn to see.

'You're wearing it.' Quinn said sucking in a sharp breath, how had she not seen that before.

'Of course, I never take it of sweetie, you know that.' Santana pecked Quinn's forehead. 'I just put it where it really belongs.'

'I lost mine.' Quinn had become near hysterical when she couldn't find her ring. It had taken Shelby half an hour to calm her down.

Santana shook her head, then pulled out the chain from under her shirt. 'No, Amy found it. She gave it to me. But you can't wear it at the moment, I am keeping it safe for you until you can. You didn't loose it, and you aren't loosing me.'

Quinn took her ring in her hand and let out a sob of relief. 'You promise?'

'Always and for ever Q.' Santana kissed Quinn again, just to reinforce her statement. When she was sure that Quinn was ok for the moment she finally turned her attention to a wide eyed Jordan. Ok fuck me! They are like freaking twins! Wow. One really can't help but see they are related. Hell even the same haircut. And apparently the same taste in clothes. Santana snorted lightly at the last thought. Quinn was so well put together when they were in school. She played blond american girl next door to perfection, well probably because up to a point it was part of her personality. But when they were home she loved ripped jeans and t's that could get dirty or paint spattered. It was totally sexy too. She wore her jeans until they fell apart, which meant they always fit her to a tee. And she was always barefoot. She loved that little quirk even if it did mean she got ice blocks in bed every night. Which Quinn loved to warm up by sticking them under her legs. And her hair which at school was perfectly coiffed was always in a messy just got out of bed look at home. Well it usually actually was a just got out of bed look. It wasn't that Quinn didn't like dresses and being put together, she did. But she also liked to be laid back. Santana got the best of both worlds. Sexy messy artist Quinn and hot and sexy hot demure Quinn at school. She was truly a lucky woman. When Santana saw that Jordan was suddenly shifting uncomfortably in her chair she snapped out of her trance. Geez Lopez pick a better time to go all mushy about your girl! Stop perving! 'What the fuck did you do?' Santana finally growled at Jordan.

Jordan swallowed. She was completely confused. But it was obvious this was Quinn's wife, and she was pissed of. And other than Quinn, who just screamed and yelled until everything was out Santana looked as if she would literally kill her. 'I...I was surprised when she said she was married. And my reaction really seemed to upset her.'

Santana glared at Jordan. Just what they needed another narrow minded fucker. 'What the fuck did you say?'

'I couldn't really say anything, I swear!' Jordan held up her hands nervously. 'I just said what. And before I could do or say anything Quinn had one of her temper explosions. She used to have them all the time when we were little.' Jordan said carefully, when Santana grudgingly backed of a little Jordan sighed in relief. 'I didn't know how to calm her down, so I just let her yell. She obviously needed it.' Jordan looked at Quinn longingly. She had drifted of as soon as she knew Santana wasn't going anywhere. Emotional overload.

'She has a lot of shit to scream about.' Santana smiled down at Quinn's puffy face. She always looked so sweet when she slept. 'What are you doing here?' Santana wanted to yell and kick Jordan out on her ass, but she couldn't do that, it wasn't her place.

So it's really her I have to convince that I mean no harm. Good for you Quinn, she is gorgeous. 'Look I know you don't trust me, hell I wouldn't trust me either. I ran out on her and then after eight years I just suddenly show up. I get that it is a fucked up thing to do. But when I read about her accident I freaked out. Because it sank in that I might not get a second chance if I waited any longer.' Santana nodded at Jordan. 'I wanted to turn back the second I left. But I was scared and I had to get out. My father had taken a very big dislike to how I was acting and her beat the living shit out of me most days.'

Santana sighed, Quinn was still in therapy about her own abuse. But Quinn had told her that as bad as she had it Jordan always had it worse. Quinn had never understood why until she had a very illuminating talk with her mother. Jordan hadn't been planned. She was the reason Russel and Judy had to get married. And he resented Jordan for it and made sure to let her know it. 'She was glad you got out, she never begrudged you that. But what killed her was that you never let her know that you were ok.'

'Oh god.' Jordan gasped a little, she had been so sure that Quinn hated her for leaving. 'I thought she hated me.'

'She doesn't, she never stopped loving you. She is angry though, and with good reason.' Santana cocked her head, she had no time for emotional chats with Jordan. 'I'll just cut to the chase. Why are you here?'

Jordan bit sucked on her bottom lip, just like Quinn did when she was nervous. 'I want to be back in her life. I want to get to know my sister again. I want to come home.'

Santana looked at Jordan critically, she truly did have the exact same tells than Quinn had. It fascinated Santana. Quinn had told her that as kids she and Jordan had been exceptionally close. So she guessed it made sense. 'Then you need to stick around and be there for her. She needs people who want her for her. And god help me if you do another runner.'

Jordan nodded gratefully, she had just gotten a tentative acceptance from Santana. 'I have to go back to LA for work every other week. But I am moving here. I can fly there when they need me. But I am here, I am not leaving again.'

Santana nodded accepting that Jordan did have a job she had to do. But she was making a big effort. So Santana would for the time being give her the benefit of the doubt. 'What do you do?'

Jordan blinked at the rapid change of subject. Seemed Quinn was tabled for now. 'I am a choreographer. Music videos mostly, but getting into stage work slowly.'

'Really? Oh Quinn will love that, not to mention Brit, she is going to attach to you like a laser guided missile. 'Santana nose wrinkled at the thought. She was well versed in Brittany attaching to people, usually her. 'Anything we would have seen. I am pretty well versed with choreographers, and I am sure I have never heard of a Jordan Fabray.'

Jordan flushed bright red. 'I don't use that name. I didn't want him to be able to find me. I got it changed.'

'Oh, guess that makes sense.' Santana frowned, she got the feeling Jordan was embarrassed about it. That just made her more curious. 'What did you get it changed to.'

'Quinn, Jordan Quinn.' Jordan whispered.

Santana's eyes went wide. 'Well fuck me sideways. Who knew Lima had such an abundance of kick ass artists.' She looked at Jordan with respect. 'You did her name proud.'