"It's pneumonia" I told her, only saying it out loud made my heart ache. Quinn sat and just watched me go on and on about it. "She doesn't really have much time left, I have never felt this kind of regret in my whole life" it was hard to breathe, knowing that my grandmother could be leaving this world anytime.

"San..," she said and wrapped her arms around me "I'm so sorry"

"I just hate that we lost so much time"

"I know you are" she slowly rubbed my back.

The rest of the time we just sat down on the bench, looking ahead of us until it was time for me to go. I was going to visit her in the hospital and for the first time in two years, speak to her. I was anxious, I was nervous. Quinn drove me to the hospital and promised to wait for me in the car until I was done. I would bring her with me but I knew what my grandmother would feel about it - the last thing I wanted to do was trig her.

"I'll be back" I said and walked out of the car.

I took slow, intense steps towards the room she was in. I was taken there by one of the nurses. I walked right behind her, wishing time could stop for a few minutes - so I could calm down. I was happy my parents weren't with me though.

"There, you can just walk in and I'll be back to check up on her in a while" she said and I just nodded.

I pressed the doorknob down and there she was. Laying on the gurney, looking up at the TV. I caught her attention directly. A smile grew on her lips, as one did on mine.

"Santana" she opened her arms. I walked over to her and hugged her tightly. "Oh, my sweet Santana" she said again.

"I missed you, grandma" I said as I pulled away from the hug. I took a chair and placed it beside her on the bed.

"I missed you too, honey.. So much" she took my hand in hers. Her eyes began to look watery. "So, so much"

"Don't cry, abuela" I struggled to not do it myself.

"You've grown, you've matured and I missed two years of it.. And now this, how can I not cry?" she said. "But, these are tears of joy, I'm so very happy to see you"

"I'm happy too" I swallowed a big lump in my throat.

For a long moment we just sat there - embracing the moment, my hand in hers. I wished more than ten times that this moment could last a little longer.

"You know I don't have much time left, I'm old.. I'm weak. The sickness is getting worse" she said and the pain in her could be heard in the sentence. "I just want to tell you before it's too late, that I'm sorry about how I reacted" she said, the weak crooky voice said.

"You don't have to say anything. Let's put that behind us" I said.

"Santana, I lost my granddaughter for two years because I was so stupid, I need you to know that I wish I could take it back. I love you no matter what. I need you to know Santana that I never hated you, even though I was very upset with you at one point, I never hated you" she squeezed my hand.

"R-really?" the lump was getting bigger, making it harder for me to control the emotions flooding inside.

"Really," she smiled with a wet cheek "I accept you now. I learned that it's wrong to hate someone for who they are"

"You have no idea how happy that makes me" I smiled back at her. "I love you, abuela" I hugged her again. This time, the hug was longer - it meant more.

A knock on the door interrupted us, the nurse was back.

"Do I need to leave?" I asked.

"No, not yet. I'll let you know" she smiled.

"Thank you" I sat back down on the chair beside the bed.

"So, how's school? Did you get into any college?" she asked while she whiped her eye. I was glad she was all cried out and done.

"I did, in Philadelphia"

"That's good," she reached for my hand again "you're still going for the psychologist dream?" she asked. It was easy to see that she fought to keep her voice steady when she spoke. She was tired. Worn out.

"I am," I said "I'll also become an author, I want to write books too now" I told her.

"Books?," she sounded surprised "that sounds very interesting, I didn't know you had it in you"

"Neither did I," I said "I've learned a lot, been through things that helped me and inspired me into writing books. Don't ask why" I laughed.

"It's very good, I'm very proud"

The words that left her mouth made me feel complete - like all the things I've ever wanted to hear from a family member were said to me. By one of my favorite people in the world.

"Santana," she said again "do you have anyone in your life?"

I looked at her face and it was plain - no expression, she was just looking at me.

"L-like, like a g-girlfriend?" I asked. She nodded. "Yes.." I said.

"You do?" she half smiled. It was unexpected. "Are you happy?" her questions came out of nowhere. I wasn't really prepared for her to be so interested in my love life even though she said she accepted me.

"I am" I smiled.

"Do you love her?" she asked again, squeezing my hand.

"She's my.. She's my life"

She was quiet for some seconds, she just looked at me as if she was waiting for me to say something else. I didn't though, I just curiously stared back at her pale - heartaching face.

"Hold on to her then" she said. "You know, I'm trying to make up for all the time I lost with you. I want you to hold on to people who are good for you," she closed her eyes and furrowed her eyebrows as if she was trying to cover up that she was in pain "that's something I've learned in life. If you find someone you love and they love you - don't let go"

The nurse stood by the bed with a tray with pills. She looked at me and then my grandma.

"You'll have to leave now, I'm sorry" she said.

"It's okay," I said "and abuela, thank you so much"

"Visit me whenever you can, I want to spend as much time as I can with you" she said and we let go of each others hands.

Me and Quinn were going to look for apartments in Philadelphia. My parents were with us. We looked for two hours until we narrowed it down to three of all the ones we saw that we were interested in - they weren't too expensive and with both me and Quinn working weekends we would be able to pay rent every month. We were going to think about which one we wanted before decided. They were all close to our school as well. When I first told my parents about me and Quinn living together they doubted it. Then I told them we were serious and wanted to live together when we started college and everything so they at last made up their minds and accepted it. Things seemed to be going well - besides from the fact that I had lost all my friends - I had contact with my grandma again, me and Quinn were in a good place and my parents weren't mad at me anymore. All my prayers after that went to my grandmother's health.

"Which one did you like the most?" Quinn asked me when we walked out of the car back by my driveway. My parents walked in directly. We stood outside for another while.

"Probably the one with the two bathrooms," I said "it was more expensive, yeah.. But, we would have so much more space there. The other ones were a bit small"

"That was my favorite one as well" she smiled.

"I can't believe this is really happening," I took her hand "we're actually doing this" I looked into her eyes and saw my future.

"I'm happier than I've ever been" she leaned in and pressed herself against me.

We walked into my room and changed into something more comfortable. She was going to spend the night. I gave her a t-shirt and some sweats she could be in until we were going to sleep.

"Do you have coke laying around?" she asked.

"Quinn," I widened my eyes and pointed my finger at her lips "my parents are at home"

"Jeez, calm down I didn't shout" she laughed.

"No but don't even talk about it now, if we get caught I'll be dead, I'm not joking"

"We can be careful" she smirked.

"Quinn, no" I said. "No way in hell, I can't risk it"

She just shrugged and turned into a sourpus.

"We can have fun without it" I said.

Her lips formed a smile and she pushed me down on the bed, throwing herself on top of me.

"We sure can" she said into my ear.

After that everything went by as fast as the speed of light - like a short dream you get upset about waking up from, we were both laying down side to side on the bed. A movie was still rolling but none of us was focused. I reached for her hand and intertwined our fingers. Being with Quinn and having to keep quiet was very hard for me - the girl knew how to make you... Overly excited. I looked at my side and scanned the blonde. It amazed everyday that she was mine. However, as the movie stopped - so did we. It wasn't very late but we both had a long day so we fell asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night because of a phone call. I opened my eyes and the light from the phone lit up the dark room a bit and made me squint with my eyes. Unknown number. I couldn't call it back and I was too late with answering so I put the phone back where it was - beside my pillow. It was only on vibrate which was probably the reason I didn't wake up directly and answered. As I closed my eyes and nearly fell back into my land of dreams, it ringed again.

"Hello?" I quietly said to not wake Quinn up. I got no response. "Hello?" I said again. No answer. "Are you there?" the call ended.

I shockingly and kind of freaked out looked at the screen. It was 3:30am and I had gotten a phone call from an unknown number and the person on the other line refused to speak. So, it was only natural that I would be scared. Again I tried to fall asleep but got bothered just when I was about to go to that place again. That happy place where I don't have to put up with people.

"Who the fuck is it?" I said, this time not minding being a bit louder. I didn't get an answer. "Stop calling me or talk, who are you?" I said. And they hung up again.

I put the phone on the side again and checked if Quinn had woken up. She hadn't. I looked at the phone again and a text was sent to me. It was from a number I didn't have saved in my contact list.

"Don't be scared. It's just me"

I stared at the screen - speechless. Who was this person?

"Who are you?"

I had to wait for three minutes until the person answered.

"You know who I am, Santana. Let's not do this again"

"Brittany?" I wrote.

"Funny. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

After that text I was honestly too freaked out to answer. I put the phone away and seeked comfort in holding Quinn. I spooned into her and closed my eyes. I heard that two other texts were sent to me but I wasn't in the mood to open them, it was almost 4am and I just wanted to sleep and ignore whoever tried to mess with me. The first person I thought of was Brittany but after that text I doubted it a little bit. I had no idea who else would do this or how they even would get my number.

The next day me and Quinn woke up to an empty house. We made our breakfast and just chilled for a while before deciding what we wanted to do next. When she jumped into the shower and I was alone, I decided to get the phone and see the other two texts I had gotten during the night. I brought the phone and opened them.

"It's really rude to ignore people" the first one said.

"Did you fall asleep? Oh well, I want to meet you. And I hope you want to meet me too"

I looked at the text messages - shocked about how this person approached me and how open he/she was. I didn't even know who I was texting with and the person wanted to meet me. I tried calling the number up. It ringed twice until the person picked up. After two hello's from me I got clicked again without hearing the voice on the other line.

"Will you meet me?" I got a text right after the call ended.

"Who the hell is this?" I asked.

"I know you're jealous but I promise, I'm only thinking about you, Santana. From the start, it has always been you on my mind"

"You're crazy" I answered. I got a clue though, it was someone from school. And someone I've been with. I knew it wasn't any of my friends though because I had no reason to be jealous when it came to any of them so it had to be someone else.

"I've been with you almost everyday even though you don't know it" the next message said. I ignored it.

"That junkie isn't good enough for you. Look at you, she's dragging you down with her. Meet me"

I ignored the person again. I heard that Quinn walked out of the shower. After some seconds she walked into the living room again, with her hair wet and the same outfit she had on the day before. I was thinking about if I should tell Quinn about what was happening. I wanted her to know but I didn't want her to think I was cheating or anything like that. Not that our conversation could be misinterpreted that way but I never really knew with Quinn. Sometimes she was really chilled out, other times she would bring hell up to earth and release all her inner demons on you for saying one thing wrong - it was like she had two different personalities. Although it wasn't right, I decided not to tell her about it. Not until I was sure about who it was. Whoever it was though, the person knew both Quinn and me - otherwise she or he wouldn't have called her a junkie.

"What do you want to do?" Quinn asked.

"You decide today"

"I always decide" she laughed. "I don't know"

I looked away and tried to think of something me and her could do. I wasn't in the mood for the movies, I wasn't really in the mood to go out but I didn't want to tell her that.

"I really have no idea," I said "what does your mood say?"

"My mood says kiss Santana" she smiled.

"Then I think we should do that, you know, to make it happy" I smiled back and leaned into her. Everytime I kissed Quinn, it felt like the first time. The anticipation, the butterflies, the weak knees - I never wanted it to change. Even after months with her, it still felt new everytime she touched me, it was special in so many ways. "God, how I love you.." I said as she pulled away.

"I love you too" she stroked my cheek. "I love you more" she ended the moment with a peck on my lips. Little did she know that the moment kept going in my mind. "Let's just get into the car and see where the wind takes us" she laughed.

"Wow, okay then Pocahontas" I stood up.

"Shut up" she chuckled and we walked out of the house.

We got into the car and I felt the phone in my pocket vibrate once again. I was just worried to pick it up, I knew Quinn would ask me who it was and I didn't want to lie to her. But then again, not telling her about it was lying as well so I just went with it. I picked it up and opened the text message. As I thought she asked me who it was and I lied saying it was my mother.

"Can we meet tonight? Just us, like the last time"

My heart started racing - in a bad way as I read the message. I had no clue who it was and apparently we met before.. I didn't know what to say or how to react so I did something I knew I would regret. I agreed to it.

"I'm happy.. Around ten. The schoolyard"

It was weird that this person wanted to meet me at the schoolyard but I didn't really feel like I was in the place to question it, I agreed to that as well and put the phone away.

"What does your mom say?" Quinn asked.

"What?" I said.

"Your mom? You're texting her?" she said as she quickly glansed at me and then back at the road.

"Oh right, she was just asking me if I could meet grandma with her tonight"

"Okay, what time?"

"Around seven, I think" I lied. I said seven just to have an excuse not to go out with Quinn later the same night. I could say I wasn't in the mood after seeing my grandmother. She would understand. And I would hate myself a little bit more for lying to her.

I parked outside the schoolyard and walked towards it. It was dark and I couldn't see anyone there yet. I was already running late so it made me feel suspicious. 10:15 and the weirdo wasn't there. I picked up my phone and sent a text. I waited for five minutes and didn't get an answer. I tried calling, she (I guessed it was a girl since I met her before and all) didn't say anything just like the times before. I hung up and sent another text, waited ten minutes, got no answer and walked back to my car. She knew I was there since she picked up when I called and that meant she had seen all my texts as well. I drove home and with rage boiling inside of me I stormed into the house. I lied to my girlfriend for nothing. As soon as I walked into my room, my phone buzzed again.

"I saw you standing there. I was just too nervous to let you know. I'm sorry, Santana"

"Fuck you" I replied.

"You need to let me see you again, this time I won't hide"

I threw the phone on my bed, ignoring the text messages and went to sit with my parents in the living room instead. Something was going on and I didn't know what. How could this person just call and text me like that out of the blue, without telling me who I was talking to and then after I agree on meeting her - which was a very stupid choice considering I knew nothing about this person - she didn't even show up. It was weird and creepy. I needed to know who it was.