A/N: Howdy, everyone! We're in New York for this chapter and we dive just a tad more into Quinn's past. So just be prepared for that. All mistakes are mine. Please enjoy!

Shuester left the room, giving the glee kids their 'assignment' of staying in the hotel and making sure that their National performance would be up to par. Once the door closed the kids looked at each other, simultaneously knowing that they weren't all staying in the hotel when they were in New York of all places.

As Brittany began to tell all of expectations and plans, Quinn sat on the bed and pulled out a book, "You guys go on. I think I'm gonna stay in and read."

"Quinn's right, you guys go ahead." Santana laid on the bed in front of Quinn, "We're gonna stay here and Quinn's going to read to me."

"Santana." Quinn laughed, "You should go with Brittany and have fun."

Santana gave her a look.

"Fine." Quinn put the book down, "You'll both probably get lost without me anyways."

"Yeah!" Brittany clapped her hands together, "A special Quinn tour!"

"A tour?" Rachel popped over, "Do you mind if we join you? Maybe we could stop by Broadway."

Quinn sighed, "I guess not." As she stood up she poked Santana's side, "Look what you've done."

Santana smiled as she stood up herself.

During the day, Quinn, unfortunately, became a tour guide for most of the club. She stayed away from the places she knew were too close to her old home but showed them the most important tourist parts.

Santana was enjoying the tour. Though she had to spend the day with so many people, she did enjoy the way Quinn turned to her specifically first before anyone else as she told details about where they were. It was nice to see Quinn in her city.

When they were walking into City Park, looking for any ducks for Brittany to feed, Finn walked with Santana and cleared his throat, "So I know you hate me, but I need your help for something."

"No thanks." Santana watched him huff.

"Please, Santana. It's important." He waited for her to say something before he continued, "I need your help to get back together with Quinn."

Santana smiled, "She's taken so..."

"Yeah, you've told me but I've never seen the guy." Finn began to whisper, "She never mentions him and I'm thinking she probably doesn't have one and just says that she does so that people wouldn't hit on her. Maybe I could get back in there but she only listens to you so maybe..."

Santana held in a laugh, "I'll ask her about it but don't hold your breath."

"You'd really do that for me?"

Santana shrugged as she walked away from him and up to Quinn, who was watching Brittany feed grapes to ducks.

Quinn smiled once she felt Santana's presence next to her, "I made you a daisy chain bracelet."

Santana let her put the bracelet on her, "How did you find flowers? In this weather?"

"Daisies are everywhere." Quinn moved a strand of Santana's hair out of the way so that she could put a daisy behind her ear, [quotes a Spanish poem]"

Santana's face lit up, "What the heck? How long have you've known Spanish?"

"I've been practicing."

Santana wanted to reach out and embrace Quinn, kiss her for being so adorable. But they were in public and around many glee members who they have yet to tell about their relationship, so she put away those feelings for later, "So this means I can't talk crap about you to Mami right in front of you anymore?"

"Like you would." Quinn giggled.

Finn cleared his throat loud enough for Santana to look over. She rolled her eyes and looked back at Quinn, "By the way, Finn wants me to convince you to get back with him."

Quinn snorted, "I think I'm taken."

"I told him that but he thinks your new beau is an impostor."

"Well, neither Finn nor yourself could get me to break up with my beau."

"Well, I can't say that I tried." Santana turned to look at Finn and raised her voice so that the club could hear, "Sorry, Finn. Looks like Quinn doesn't want to get back together. Guess you're gonna have to just settle for Rachel."

Rachel looked over to Finn in devastation while Finn's face became red.

Quinn laughed, "That's such a jerk thing to do."

"The look on their faces was worth it though." Santana said as she stored that memory away.

XXX

Santana opened up the menu in front of her and gave Quinn a weary look, "This restaurant is fancy."

"Mhm." Quinn was busy looking through the menu to find the most expensive thing. After the club got bored with Quinn's tour, everyone split off into groups. And after taking Brittany to the Lego store and [someone else], they dropped her off at the hotel and snuck off to a restaurant by the hotel.

Santana looked around at the people at other tables, "I feel a bit underdressed."

Quinn looked up from the menu, "You look amazing."

"I know, but still. I would have dressed up if I knew we were coming here."

"My favorite thing is to go to these snotty restaurants and show them that I don't care enough to dress up. Then I order the most expensive thing." Quinn smirked, "I brought Daddy's credit card."

Santana smiled, "I guess I'll be joining you for this." Then she looked at the menu again, "Everything's in French."

"I got you, Hun." Quinn waved her off.

"It better not be gross."

"It won't. Do you like snails-"

"Lucy!"

Quinn paused, someone calling her first name scaring the crap out of her. She didn't dare to turn to see. There was a lot of Lucys in the world, there was no way that she'd see someone she knew.

"Lucy!" There it was again. Quinn ground her teeth and gripped her menu tightly as there was no way in hell New York would be this small.

"That chick is screaming at us." Santana observed.

"Ignore her."

"Lucy." The woman came over and Quinn couldn't believe her luck, "It's me. Jenny."

"You have the wrong person." Santana said politely, "There's no Lucy here."

"No, I'd think I'd recognize Lucy here anywhere." Jenny smiled at Quinn, making the blonde feel sick to her stomach, "Your sister said you'd be in town. For the glee thing."

Quinn set her jaw, planning some sort of revenge on her sister. She looked over to Santana, who looked super confused, "My full name is Lucy Quinn Fabray."

Santana clicked her tongue and looked between the two girls.

"Who's your friend here?" Jenny asked as she grabbed a chair from a table next to them and sat down.

Santana watched Quinn completely shut down, her arms stiff at her sides and her eyes on the table, "I'm her best friend. Santana."

"That's a very beautiful name." Jenny commented before looking at Quinn, "It's been a while, Lucy. You look really different. If your sister hadn't shown me a picture of you I wouldn't have recognized you."

Quinn didn't say a word, looking like she could puke at any moment.

"She doesn't go by Lucy anymore." Santana piped in, "It's Quinn."

"I'm sure she doesn't mind me calling her Lucy. We've known each other for awhile so..."

"Were you sitting with someone? Maybe you should head back to them." Santana didn't like this girl at all. She didn't like the way she was making Quinn feel and she didn't like the way the girl came over and staked her claim at their table. She especially didn't like how the girl was looking at Quinn.

"I was sitting alone." The girl said sharply, picking up on Santana's tone before turning back to Quinn, "I've been wanting to talk to you forever about what happened between us. To fix things."

"This is definitely not the time." Santana grabbed back the girl's attention.

"Is there a problem? What's with the hostility?" Jenny asked, her teeth set in a straight line.

"There is no problem, I just don't like you. At all." Santana leaned her elbow on the table and placed her head on her fist, "You freak me out. Tell me why you're sitting here, alone, at a restaurant near our hotel where our competition, the one you heard about, is happening? I have this strange feeling that you've been looking out for Quinn. Following her. Waiting to pop out of the trashcan you sleep in just to spew shit at her."

Quinn looked up, admiring the way Santana was standing up for her. Not a lot of people did and she didn't know whether to cheer or cry.

"Excuse me?" Jenny stuttered, "I'll have you know this was a coincidence that I was here."

"So why don't you go back to your table and finish your meal?"

"I want to catch up with my friend."

"She obviously doesn't want to catch up with you."

Jenny ground her jaw and her posture became rugged as she pointed to Quinn, "I'll have you know, Lucy here was fucking obsessed with me back when she lived here. She couldn't get enough of me. What gives you the idea that things have changed?"

"I doubt that she was /obsessed/ with you but let's say she was. Doesn't matter much anymore, she's got more options and doesn't have to settle for Skeletor." Santana smiled, "If you didn't know, I'm comparing you to a character that has a face of a skeleton."

Jenny seethed in her seat and Santana watched on amused.

"Look, if you don't believe me that you're not welcome over here," Santana continued, "Why don't you actually ask Quinn? She's been sitting here the whole time not looking at you."

Jenny looked over to Quinn, a fake sympathetic smile on her face, "Look, Lucy, I know you can't control the actions of your friends so I won't hold this against you. I know you want me to stay a bit longer. We can catch up. Just make it known to your friend."

Quinn took a moment to find her voice, looking between both Jenny and Santana. It wasn't until Santana gave her a look that said "I'll go with whatever you want" that she relaxed a bit.

Quinn cleared her throat, looking back down at the table, "You should probably just go back to your table."

Jenny gave her a look before standing up, "Fine. But don't think your sister won't be hearing about this."

Then she walked off and Quinn let a few tears shed from her eyes.

"Hey, it's alright, Q." Santana leaned over and wiped the tears away with her napkin, "If that bitch tells your sister something dumb and Frannie starts acting up more than normal you can just stay at mine. You can stay as long as you want."

Quinn's heart boomed at Santana's words. No one was ever this nice to her or cared about her this deeply, "Can we leave?"

Santana nodded and stood up, helping Quinn to her feet, "I wasn't in the mood for snails anyways."

Once out of the restaurant they walked little ways until they found a park with a hot dog truck parked in front of it. Santana complained about how gross hot dogs were, but they both still purchased one each. They then sat on a bench, Quinn interlocking their arms together as they stared at the day sky slipping into night.

"That was terrible." Quinn grumbled.

"Could have been worse."

Quinn sighed, "I wasn't obsessed with her."

"Didn't think you were."

Quinn paused, wondering if she should tell Santana everything that happened. She couldn't say that she didn't deserve the full truth. It just sucked to say it out loud, "She and Frannie were like best friends back in the day. Always around each other, so she was always at the house. Just hanging out."

Santana nodded her head in acknowledgment, readying herself for whatever kind of story this was going to turn into.

"I was always kind of jealous of them. They were tall and beautiful and I was short and chubby and didn't look like a Fabray. I was picked on a lot at school but everyone loved Fran and Jenny." Quinn thought back to that time and how lonely it felt. She remembered the times her father would make her stay in her room when people were over so that she wouldn't embarrass him, "And I'll admit that I had a crush on her. She was always nicer to me than Frannie's other friends so why not?

"I guess she realized it one day and started acting really really nice to me. To the point that Frannie was starting to get jealous. I loved it though. You know how I am with attention," Quinn shook her head at herself, "One day, I guess it crossed a line when she was spending the night and she came into my room while Fran was sleeping."

Quinn cleared her throat, feeling more uncomfortable as she talked, "Now that I think about it, she barely touched me. She always made me touch her and I felt weird about it afterward. Like I did something wrong. She seemed happy about it and I just wanted her to like me."

Santana bit the inside of her cheek, anger filling her insides. She wanted to go, in layman's terms, fuck up this girl for damaging Quinn like this.

"It didn't even feel right when she kissed me. It wasn't like when I kiss you or even when I kissed Finn. It just... maybe it was too early for me. I don't know."

Quinn stayed silent for a few moments, trying not to think about those nights or the way they made her feel afterward.

Then she cleared her throat again, "It went on for awhile. Like a few years. But then Fran caught us in a comprising position one night. She was pissed. I almost found it funny, but then she told our parents."

Quinn remembered how mad her father was that night. He slapped her straight in the face and called her so many names, "Jenny blamed it all on me and said I attacked her that night. That I forced her onto my bed and put my hand down her pants. And my dad believed her."

Quinn's voice broke a bit towards the end and Santana reached for her hand.

Quinn smiled at her in gratitude, "He likes to tell people that we moved because he got a great job in Ohio but I think we left because I shamed him. So when we got here I wanted to be a different person. Changed my hair, lost weight. And luckily I got a growth spurt."

Quinn let out a sad laugh, "You know what's funny? Well, it's not really funny. Even after the whole big situation she still came over up until we left. She pretended nothing ever happened."

"Fucking psycho." Santana let slip out.

Quinn wiped at her eye, "Sorry I didn't tell you before-"

"You have no reason to be sorry, Quinn."

Quinn laid her head on Santana's shoulder, "Are you excited about Nationals tomorrow?"

Santana took a breath, knowing that Quinn needed to think about anything other than this, "Not really. I bet Berry's going to do something and we're going to lose."

"Don't jinx us." Quinn let out a soft laugh, "Other than dinner, I would say this trip hasn't been that traumatic."

"The only traumatic thing that's happened is you making me buy a hot dog." Santana glared at the product in her hand, "You know how I feel about these things, Q."

"You'll have to at least try it before we head back to the hotel."

"No." Santana whined playfully.