Thank you all for reviewing, means a lot. Haha, I know it happened very quickly and it was just because I was bored and fancied a change. And, I also know the fact that a year has passed too within the next chapter is a fast change also, I don't like to write the space between. I hate waiting and don't know what to write in between, so sorry for all the sudden changes, but its just how the ball rolls. R&R, if you like? Merci x

Quinn shook her head, she didn't want to see the person behind the tree, she didn't want to know who made her daughter scream with excitement and her son's face drop in terror, it could only be one person, Santana. She didn't want to see the person who requested in 'their' song from Glee earlier in the morning, she didn't want to see the person who broke her heart nor the same person who she is still madly in love with and has been since high school.

Quinn turned her back to her children and to the tree, as if she was blocking them out. She allowed a single tear to fall down her face. Why? Why Quinn? Why don't you want to see her? She asked herself, why didn't she want to see the girl she had secretly dreamed of being reconnected with ever since she left. "Because, I don't want to be hurt again", She whispered to herself, answering her own question by telling herself the answer.

Her knees felt weak and she knelt to the path her fingers grazing it lightly so she could stable herself on the cold hard concrete floor. The pain and hurt flashed before her eyes as another tear fled, no one bothered to stop and ask if she was okay or even look at her, for that though Quinn was thankful she didn't want a random stranger to help her and she thanked Rachel Berry for making her fall in love with New York, somewhere you could live without being bothered by other people and their problems.

Quinn felt a light hand on her shoulder and the instant panic which spread through her suddenly, she turned her head to the side and the relief that was poured into one sigh made her eyes roll. She looked up at her son and stood up properly, so he wouldn't think his mom was a crazy woman who cried in the middle on Central Park.

He took her hand and guided her over to a bench on the other side, once they sat down he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek, "Its okay mom, if your scared". God, that boy could read her mind Quinn thought.

"Your so grown up, Ollie. Looking after your Mom. I'm surprised your not playing football", Quinn laughed but by the frown that Ollie gave off it wasn't a convincing 'I'm okay' laugh more like a 'help me I'm suffering' laugh. The six year old looked up to his mom and respected her, how she got back on her feet after his other mom had walked out.

He didn't exactly ever want to see Santana again after he walked out on Quinn, she promised to take him to a game, but she never and she left. Braking his heart and Quinn's, that's when he decided he had to grow up, he had to be 'a man' for his mom and his little sister. Ever since then, he's been looking out for them making sure there okay, and that explains for his actions in Central Park.

"Go speak to her Mom and I'll sit a little bit away and will come save you if you need helping", Quinn nodded and he smiled dragging her over to the tree trunk. Quinn's whole past sitting behind it, the nerves over rode her body taking away every other feeling, the six year old boy let go of her hand and ran off going to get the ball before playing by himself.

He glanced over at Quinn and have her a reassuring smile and thats when Quinn calmed herself down, if he believed in her then she could do it. She took one step and looked at the figure behind the tree.

There she was.

Sitting with Claire.

Her raven hair was down and flowing freely over her shoulders, straight and shinning. Her face was a beautiful as Quinn remembered, well how could she forget. The dark brown eyes, soft lips, perfect jawline and teeth, the perfect smile she had ever seen. Santana was wearing something similar to Quinn, she had jeans on and a pair of boots, a coat which was open with a low cut top underneath. Shit she looks good, Quinn told herself shit shit shit, she was just about to step back, free herself from all this, go home to the comfort of the apartment and hide away, eat ice cream and watch sad movies and cry, just cry about not having Santana. When, "Quinn!", Santana's voice sounded heavenly she shot up and walked close to Quinn, there they stood face to face with Claire watching them from below and Ollie from the distance.

"Quinn", Santana smiled and moved a strand of Quinn's hair behind her ear, like nothing had ever happened. She had the nerve to touch Quinn like nothing had ever happened, Quinn couldn't transfer what was happening, she had waited for this since Santana left this was the girl she loved but nothing...

Santana's POV

There she was, my whole world, the love of my life and the reason I get up in the morning. I knew we would be brought back together somehow, maybe she heard my shoutout this morning on the radio, I hope she did, it was to show her if she was listening that I miss her so much.

I've had my time to think now and leaving Quinn was the worst mistake of my life and I don't even know why I done it, once I got mad at her I just got caught up in the moment. I realized my mistake seconds later truth be told, but I was too scared to go back, to scared to be rejected. I hate rejection, just like I hate myself for being so stupid and careless.

The poor kids also, I didn't even ring them or send them a card with the hear of Quinn going crazy. I knew I should have and all day on their birthdays and Christmas I sat there with my phone ready to dial but I couldn't I just couldn't bring myself to do it, scared of what Quinn would say, scared of what they would all think.

Claire doesn't seem so annoyed with me anyway. There I was sitting there, in my local park. Yes, I said local. I never moved away from New York after mine and Quinn's break up, I didn't want to leave the place where I shared my life with Quinn. I always would keep my eyes peeled when I was out and about with the hope I might see Quinn, but nothing until now.

There I was just sitting reading my book when a little girl with blonde hair (which Claire's turned out to be when she just turned four), ran out from behind the tree giggling, even though I couldn't see the front of her she reminded me so much of my baby. I watched her run round still not being able to see the front of her, until she turned to face me, eyes lighting up and her little mouth going into a smile. I think I froze, I definitely couldn't process anything, I instantly smiled and help my arms out, genuinely happy to see my little girl again.

She screamed when she ran closer and that must have been the thing that triggered Ollie and Quinn to come running, I held her for my dear life, not wanting to let go. There I was kneeling as she wrapped her arms around me tightly, I pulled back and placed both my hands on her cheeks, placing a light kiss to her lips, "Hey baby, are you mad at me?".

She shook her head and whispered "No, I love you". God she reminded me so much of Quinn and the ache in my stomach started when I saw she wasn't around... yet. I placed my forehead against hers and rubbed our noses together.

Ollie was next round the tree and my face just lit up, first my daughter then my son, it was like all my Christmas's had come at once. I stood up to hug him but by the look on his face he wasn't happy to see me, which hurt a lot. I know I walked out on them but I've realized what I done and I'm sorry. He looks more mature now, which is weird to say since he's six but he has grown up a lot to what I could remember. Only going by the picture I had of Claire and Ollie in my purse.

I was about to speak out and say something to him when I heard another voice, "Who is it Ol?", followed by a nervous laugh. Shit! It's Quinn. My heart plummeted to the pit of my stomach, I should be happy to see her, right, wrong, you should be scared Lopez she'll probably slap you then use her harsh words that will break your heart, not just because their hurtful but just because its Quinn, she'll break your heart like you broke hers.

I took a deep breath starting what I was going to say him again before I got interrupted by the sweet angelic voice, to the boy who looked freaked out, his eyeballs bulging out his head, but he spoke first, God everyone is beating me to things today. "Um- your going to want to see this yourself mom".

I was expecting Quinn to come flying round the trunk of the tree but she never, no one did and then Ollie walked away. Just leaving me and Claire, Claire who looked happy smiling up at Santana, dd Claire know that Santana walked out on them? What the fuck did Quinn tell them? She must have told Ollie different judging by the look on his face with he saw me.

I sat and talked to her for a while before we ended up in a tickling fight, I got out my purse to show her the picture of herself and she couldn't stop stirring at it, like she was taking every inch of the image in, like the person on it was some foreign object and not herself.

Whooosshh!, Ollie ran past and I just knew that Quinn was about to come around and she did, I saw the tips of her boots out the corner of my eye. I darn't look up, as much as I want to I shouldn't, I carry on with Claire acting like I had never seen Quinn until I saw her feet look as if they where about to walk away turning slightly, and there was my Queue. Standing up quickly I breathed out the word I longed to say to the person infront of me since I left, "Quinn".

I smiled as I walked over to her not wanting to look all horrible and feisty, well I have nothing to be horrible and feisty over. I moved a strand of perfect blonde hair from her face, touching her felt so normal, it felt as if i'd never left, but once I tucked the stand behind her ear I realized that I'd just touched her, after a fucking year all I said was Quinn and moved some hair. I had the nerve to touch her...

oh shit!

fuck my life!