A/N: Whoa, sorry guys. Been busy with school shopping and all that good stuff, if I do update weekly they might be short. Depends on how much time I have.

Enjoy!

"So, that's you? Or was you?" Santana asked as she held an old, crumpled picture in her hands. Quinn sighed heavily as Santana's eyes scanned the picture. She was worried of what she would think of her now. Now that she knew who Quinn was before the surgery, exercise and contacts.

"Yes." Quinn says as a silent tear rolls down her damp cheek. Santana looks over to the broken girl beside her. Her heart stops when Santana grabs her hand and intertwines their fingers. The tears come down faster when she pulls Quinn in, her forehead resting on Santana's shoulder.

"Well, I think you were adorable. I wish I would have met Lucy." Santana smiles and lifts the blondes face to meet hers. "Lucy, you are beautiful. I don't love you for how you look, I simply love you for you. You should know that, I love the way you look of course but I don't care about your past. I mean I do, I would love to hear everything about you. But I don't care what happened, because you are who you are now and I love you." Santana kisses Quinn lightly scared to scare her away, she tastes the salt of her tears but doesn't pull away.

"I love you San." Quinn whispers as Santana pulls away and lifts the covers over them. Santana nods and snuggles into Quinn, placing a protective arm across her waist.

Quinn woke up to an empty bed, reaching her arm out to feel for the Brunette. Instead of finding the girl she found a piece of paper, folded into a rectangle with her name written in light cursive.

Quinn,

You look so cute when you're sleeping, have I told you that? It's like 6 in the morning, and my mom is forcing me to go run errands for my aunt with her. Hopefully I am back by the time you read this. If not check for me downstairs, if I'm not there please go back to the room. I do not want to have to kick Maria's ass. . . again. (: Anyways, I have neglected the idea of writing letters since the hotel, my bad. I have been to busy with your body, that I couldn't take the time away to write. (; I want to thank you for last night, allowing me to see into your past. Thank you for letting your walls down, I know it's hard for you to talk about. I don't blame you, but I want you to know that you don't have to hide that from me. I don't care how you used to look, I love you no matter what happened or happens. Okay? Now get up and get ready for today (:

Love,

Santana

Quinn smiled as she folded the paper and placed it on the night stand next to the bed. Maybe everything was going to be okay, they would go back to Ohio and be fine. She would have to tell her father that she called it off, which hurt but it was the only other thing she could think of doing. Knowing him he would buy it, just to save their reputation hoping no one found out about it. After grabbing a change of clothes, Quinn walks to the bathroom and turns on the shower. She undresses and sighs when the warm water hits her back. She had always taken her time in the shower to just think. Most of the time in her house she would spend those minutes to cry and think about how many ways she could finally get out of that house.

"Quinn?" She jumped when she heard the knock at the door. A smile instantly forming when she realized who it was.

"Yes?" Quinn called as she turned the water off to hear Santana on the other side of the door.

"It's like Two, and you barely woke up right?" She could almost hear the smile that was on the Latina's lips.

"Uh, yeah. When did you get back?" Quinn asked as she stepped out of the tiled shower and wrapped herself in a white towel. She opened the door and motioned for Santana to enter the steamy bath room.

"About ten minutes ago." Quinn released the towel from her body, knowing exactly what this would do to her girlfriend who stood a few inches away. Santana's mouth hung open and she quickly closed it and swallowed. "You're such a tease, Quinn Fabray."

Santana closed the distance between them and held her face between her hands. Placing slow open-mouthed kisses down Quinn's neck until she found her slightly pouted lips. Taking her bottom lip between her own. Grazing it with her tongue, Quinn allowed her access. She moaned as Santana's tongue found her own.

"I have to get dressed." Quinn smiled in between kisses, as she reluctantly pulled away. Santana stepped back and looked at the blonde in amazement.

"I hate you right now, you know that?" Santana joked as she turned to leave the bathroom.

"You know you love me." Quinn yelled back as the door closed in front of her. Santana shook her head and walked down the stairs. The family was preparing diner and Maribel called for her to join them. She walked over to the kitchen and waited to be told what to do.

"Help Maria with the chicken." Estella stated as more of a demand than a question. Santana moved over to her cousin slowly, they weren't on good terms. Anything could set them off at this point, and she was not in the mood to argue.

"Scoot over." Santana said while tapping Maria lightly on the hip, trying to gain more access to the counter in front of her.

"Don't touch me." Maria said through clenched teeth. Santana stared at her in shock, how could she be related to someone this closed-minded? Then she thought about her grandmother and took the statement back quickly.

"Stop being such a bitch." Santana whispered as she began to separate the chicken from the bones, like she had done many times before. Before Maria could respond she heard Quinn's voice, in curiosity she turned to see who she was talking to.

"Hi, Quinn. I wanted you to come along this morning, but Santana refused to wake you." Maribel says in a soft voice, Quinn shoots Santana a knowing smile.

"I'm sorry, I kind of like to sleep in and Santana knows that." Maribel smiled warmly at Quinn as she sets the table. Quinn takes the plates from the cabinet and helps along with the older women.

After thirty minutes of avoiding her cousin diner was finally finished. They sat at the table in silence until Maribel asked where the boys were, Estella telling them that their father took them to their soccer game. Maria refused to look at Quinn or Santana, and added little to any of the conversations that were brought up.

"Your grandmother is visiting tomorrow." Estella says between a drink of her water. Santana nearly chokes on her soda when she hears the news. Everyone looks at her in alarm, and Quinn pats her back in worry. After she finished coughing and everyone was at ease, her mom gave her a quick glance trying to read her face.

"How long is she going to be here?" Santana didn't want Quinn to meet her grandmother. She was an old-fashioned woman who believed in everything the bible said. Santana doesn't think her grandma could believe anything else outside of church, and what she believed was right. Maria and her were very much alike in more than one way. If Quinn thought Maria was bad, she had another thing coming.

"She's coming around eight in the morning, and I believe she will spend the night here and leave the next morning." Maribel looked to Santana and say the worry painted across her features. Almost as if she knew exactly what Santana was thinking. Quinn just sat there looking down at her now untouched food, a confused look on her face. Santana excused herself from the table and quickly made her way up the stairs.

"Do you need any help clearing the table?" Quinn asked politely, not wanting to leave after Santana before she cleaned her mess.

"No, its fine go talk to her." Maribel said in a hushed to when Estella and Maria were out of earshot.

Quinn walked up the stairs slowly, not knowing what state Santana would be in. She came to the closed guest room door and knocked twice. She could hear the bed move and footsteps approach the door. The rest was a blur, Quinn faintly remembered the door closing and locking behind then. Then Santana's lips were on hers, Quinn wrapped her arms around Santana's neck as she moaned at the sensation of her tongue running over her own.

Santana lifted Quinn off of the ground, and the blonde quickly wrapped her legs around her waist. Quinn's back hit the bed with a soft thud, the Latina's lips only leaving hers to be reattached to her neck. They frantically reached for each others clothes, throwing them off and on the floor. Desperate for more friction, Quinn bucked her hips into Santana's as the brunette straddled her. Their lips never leaving each others only to breathe before crashing together again.

"I want to try something." Santana husked through pants into the blondes ear. Quinn didn't have time to answer, Santana's lips were on hers again. Santana lifted Quinn's left leg onto her shoulder, leaving her right straight out in back of her. Santana gave Quinn a quick kiss before lowering herself on top Quinn. The blonde let out a strangled moan as she felt Santana's core grind against her own. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth trying to hold in the scream of pleasure that wanted to rip through her body. Santana rocked back and forth, lifting herself only to slam back down onto her. The moans mixed in the air as she picked up her speed, Quinn felt the white heat accelerate through her in one fluid motion. She shook underneath Santana as she slowed her pace, riding out the waves.

Santana lifted herself off of Quinn and fell onto the bed beside her. Quinn instantly missing the warmth, she wrapped herself around Santana and laid her head on her bare chest. "Are you going to talk to me about this?" Quinn asked, after laying there for what felt like forever.

"There really isn't anything to talk about. I love you." Santana kissed the top of Quinn's head and looks up at the ceiling. Why couldn't things be that easy?

"Why did you react like that when they talked about your grandmother?" Quinn knew she had to push to get any information out of Santana, even if that meant she had to anger her.

"She's not a very nice women, Quinn." Santana let out a long breath, and wiped at her eyes. Trying to avoid the tears that seemed to build up out of no where. "She will push and want to know every detail about you, if she finds one insecurity she will find a way to use it and tear you down. The moment she sees you she will judge everything about you. I'm scared, what if she finds out?" Santana let the tears go and closed her eyes tightly willing them to go away.

Quinn lifted her head and wiped the tears that were slowly streaking down her cheeks. "It's fine, she won't find out. Everything will be fine." She cooed the broken girl and rocked her in her arms. Repeating her sentences, more for herself than the crying girl she was holding. She knows there is a huge possibility that all hell will break loose tomorrow. What would they do then? Quinn stayed there, with Santana in her arms until the sobs stopped. Both girls to tired to talk fell asleep wrapped in each other, aware of the battles they would face tomorrow.