A/N: Okay, so this is the last chapter of highschool and Lima. I have the chapter for 5/6 years later written so I might just skip to that. I hope you enjoy this and that it wrapped it up a bit. I love all you guys!

Aislin looked up and tangled her finger in long black hair. The room was dark and they were the only ones awake in what seemed to be the entire town. Santana pressed her lips to the little girls temple as her knees cradled her on a 60 degree angle. They were silently starring at each other, both content in the silence. The little girl had woken up with a slight cold and Santana didn't want to wake up her sleeping mother so she attended to her.

"I love you." Santana said into the darkness, Aislin kicked her feet slightly at the sound of the Latina's voice. "I promise I will always protect you." Santana whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "No one will ever hurt you."

When Quinn woke up the following morning she walked into the living room and smiled. Santana was sleeping on the edge of the couch on her side and sheltered between the back cushion and the girls body laid the little girl, her head tucked under Santana's chin. Quinn leaned down and carefully extracted her daughter and placed her in her crib before sliding her own body into the space previously occupied. Santana squirmed and mumbled,

"You're squishing the baby." Quinn laughed quietly and kissed the hazy latina's lips.

"I put her in her room." Santana's eyes fluttered open and she groaned at how bright the room was, "When did you both fall asleep?" Quinn asked.

"Around three," Santana sighed, "She was stuffy and started fussing so I grabbed her and she sat with me until she fell asleep."

"I'm worried about your insomnia." Quinn whispered, as she tucked her head into Santana's neck. "You need to sleep."

"I slept." Santana fought.

"For nearly two hours, you won't be able to function at school."

"Good. I'll just stay home with Aislin."

"You need to go."

"Not really, I have enough credits to graduate early. Plus, I'll get Sue to threaten Figgins." Santana said, wrapping her arms around the blonde.

"Is that really want you want to do?" Quinn pulled away and raised her eyebrow.

"I don't know. I just can't stand the looks and the whispers."

"It will get better." Quinn held out hope.

"Maybe." Santana sighed.

Puck was waiting in the atrium of the school when Quinn and Santana walked in. Santana pulled her hand away from the blondes and crossed them across her chest when she saw him.

"Puck." Santana scoffed, as she eyed him.

"Look. Don't get all angsty on my ass," He rolled his eyes and started walking with the girls. "I gotta tell you something."

"What is is?" Quinn asked. Puck looked guilty.

"There is a new blog post."

"Oh what the fuck." Santana muttered, leaning against the row of lockers. "What the fuck was said now."

"That you've been seeing a shrink because you tried to kill yourself." He whispered, Quinn's eyes bugged out of her head and Santana looked at the ground.

"WHAT. She's never tired…" She started before looking at her girlfriend, "San?"

"I have, that one's true." Santana whispered. Quinn dragged her into the closet open classroom.

"When?"

"Um… When Gabe first came home. Once when I was 13, and um I thought about it 8 day's ago." Santana admitted, looking at her hands.

"How?" Quinn asked.

"Um, I slit my wrists when I was 13," She said, holding out her arms and showing the barley visible scars trailing downwards on her arms. "I tried to overdose when he came home, but I got too dizzy and my dad charcoal me in the bathroom, and I thought about just jumping off the bridge a few days ago."

"Santana." Quinn quivered, kissing the scars on the girls wrist. "Why were you never in therapy before?"

"My mom never knew." Santana sighed, "My dad helped me. He stitched up my arms, he pumped my stomach and he kept my secret."

"Why did you think about killing yourself last week?"

"It just got too hard. I'm scared all the time still. I know he's locked up, but he's still here. If he ever get's back he's going to kill me, I know it. I thought that if I wasn't around he couldn't hurt anyone to get to me." Santana rationalized, her eyes bloodshot with tears.

"Are you worried that someone will hurt me and Aislin?" The blonde questioned, her arms wrapping around the other girl.

"Yeah."

"It wont' happen. I promise you, baby, we need you. You're not allowed to go anywhere." Quinn demanded, Santana nodded weakly holding onto the love of her life.

Santana clutched onto Quinn's hand as they roamed through the now empty hallways of WMHS. Quinn stopped them before they hit the glee room, she turned to look at Santana.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." Santana replied, smoothing out the other girls hair. "Let's get this over with." She recaptured the other girls hand and they walked into the already in session Glee Club.

"You both know Glee starts exactly at 2:50. It's 3:00!" Rachel huffed, stomping her foot. Santana rolled her eyes and tugged Quinn over to the two empty seats. As the lesson progressed, Brittany shot her hand up.

"Yes, Brittany?" Will asked.

"Why is Quinn latched onto Santana like a kola bear?" The ditzy blonde questioned. Everyone's head turned to look at them.

"Um. Because?" Quinn offered with a shrug.

"I bet she's holding onto her because she's scared if she lets her go she'll run to commit suicide and she'll loose her live in babysitter." Artie mumbled to Finn. Santana heard him and jumped up.

"Alright listen you pretentious little asshole." Santana fumed, "Yeah I tired to kill myself, once when I was 13 and again several months ago. I did it because I was being fucking raped and beaten by my fucking brother. You think being in a wheelchair is depressing? Try that, that's fucking hard! Also, stop fucking with Brittany's head and getting information out of her to use against me! Just ask. You wanted to know if I enjoyed Gabriela's dick pounding me night after night when I was a kid. No. Did I like that he took my virginity? That he used to choke me until i passed out so I wouldn't scream? That my parents ignored it? Are you insane. NO ONE WANT THAT! You should burn in hell for even suggesting it. Gabriel took every piece of humanity, self esteem and pride from me." Santana yelled her face red with anger, she turned to look at Quinn, "She's been putting me back together piece by piece. She does nothing more than love me for whatever is left of me. She doesn't treat me like i'm damaged the way everyone else does. She's shown me what it means to love someone. So, Artie, Quinn hold onto me because she know's it makes me feel better."

Santana leaned down and hissed, "You better back the fuck off of me." Artie trembled, letting out a huge gasp when she pulled away. Quinn took Santana's hand and smoothed her hand down the girls back. She pressed her lips tenderly against the Latina's neck.

"This is going to be my last Glee Club meeting." Santana said, looking at Will. "I'm leaving Lima."

"We're." Quinn corrected, Santana's head snapped to look at her. "Did you think i was going to let you leave without me?" Quinn smiled.