Part 2 after "Safe"
"Hey, Santana," Quinn said, sliding into the seat across from her. "You sounded worried on the phone. Are Rachel and Keegan okay?"
Santana nodded. "Fine. We need to talk though, and it's going to be a hard conversation. Hence the alcohol," she said, indicating their drinks.
"What's going on? You're kind of freaking me out."
Santana sighed. "When was the last time you heard from Russell?"
Quinn's eyes got wide for a second. "God, it's been years. Child support stopped the second I turned 18, and mom didn't ever talk about him. Last I heard, he'd married some secretary and moved to Columbus. Why?"
There was silence for a moment.
"Why, Santana?"
"You have a sister. Half-sister who's 10 years old."
Quinn stared at her. "I'm…kind of lost, so keep going."
Santana recounted what had happened the night before.
"Where is she now?"
"Our house. We called the police and a social worker came out this morning. Luckily, the school already had some suspicions, and had been documenting things. Since we're approved to take in foster kids, they let her stay. Though, as soon as this conflict of interest comes up," she said, pointing back and forth between herself and Quinn, "they might make her move."
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Restaurant patrons buzzed around them, but neither of them was in the mood to people watch that night.
"Do you want to meet her?" Santana asked.
"More than anything."
The resemblance was striking. The only difference was that Madison had blue eyes instead of green. But they bore the same haunted look that Quinn's did. It was painful to watch. The older blonde had knelt next to her sister and scooped her into her arms without a word. The pair of them cried on the couch for a few minutes before talking in hushed tones.
"We're not letting her go back to him," Rachel whispered to Santana.
"Not a chance in hell."