Calliope Torres's Perspective:
"Callie, get here now," Arizona, my wife, exclaimed from the other side of the phone.
"Why, what happened? Are you alright?" I responded as I slipped my shirt back on. I'd just taken off my shirt and began the water for my shower. After a 48 hour shift, to say it was necessary would be a gross understatement.
"What? No, Callie, I'm fine. Someone claiming to be your niece just showed up in the E.R. and I- just get here as soon as you can."
"Alright, I'm on my way. Which niece, again?"
"Uh, Santana Lopez, I think that's what she said."
"O-Okay, I'll be there in ten." With that I ended the call. I quickly dropped Sophia off across the hall at Mark's then ran to my car.
In truth I hadn't seen Santa since she was thirteen. We were so close until I came out a while ago and got disowned by most of my family, including the Lopezes. I'm sure Maribel, Santa's mother, would have been fine with it, but no way that her father, Santiago, and grandmother, Alma, would have been fine with it. And she wasn't so everyone who "respected" her had to follow her steps. I bet Santa doesn't even know.
Parking my car quickly in my usual space, I rush into the E.R. and begin questioning the whereabouts of my niece, "Hunt, what room is Santana Lopez in?"
Owen Hunt, our current Head of Trauma, ducks his head to find her on his lists, "Uh- she was admitted like 20 minutes ago to room 104."
"Gotcha, thanks," I say speedily making my way to her room, which was luckily on the same floor.
As I neared the room I heard two familiar voices, one that had to be Arizona and another that I assumed was Santa.
"DIOS MIO, Blondie, déjame ir a buscar a mi maldita tía! Déjame ir," Santana exclaimed as I walked into the doorway, neither woman noticed. (OH MY GOD, Blondie, let me go and go find my fucking aunt! Let me go!)
"Ms. Lopez, I don't speak spanish, but your aunt does and she's been notified. You have blood in your stomach, you need to calm down right now!" An anxious Arizona supplies while attempting to
hold the brunette down.
To be honest she's doing a pretty good job on her own.
"Te juro por Dios que empezarás a ver sangre si no dejas de tocarme ahora mismo!" (I swear to God you'll start to see blood if you don't stop touching me right now!)
And with that I decide to make my presence known, "Alright, ladies, break it up."
"Tia!" "Callie!" I hear the two respond at once.
"Alright, so someone tell me what the hell's happening...here." I say guestering to their position, still wrestling.
"Esta perra no me dejaba verte y-" (This bitch wouldn't let me see you and-)
Cutting Santa off I say, "In English."
She frowns, looking down for a minute then looking back up, "Didn't realize I was speaking Spanish, my bad, Blondie, guess you couldn't understand what I was asking for."
"It's all good!" Arizona, who's obviously flustered, smiles.
"Alright, so I came here looking for you cause I needa place to crash for a bit. And my stomach started hurting and I guess she noticed me rubbing my belly," The young girl nodded her head towards the pediatrician, "Then she told me to follow her. Started askin me a bunch of weird questions. Then she told me to change into a paper gowny thingy. And I told her I wasn't a patient and that I just needed to talk to you. She said she'll contact you, but I still needa change into the gown or whateva. And now she won't let me get up and go anywhere. So I got mad and started yelling at her."
"For the record, I think she's got blood in her belly, but she won't let me take a look," The surgeon explained further.
"Santana, let her check you out-" I started but was quickly cut off.
"Wanky, but no. I just need to know if I can stay with you for a few days."
What the hell is a wanky??
"How about this, I'll let you stay and cover the insurance if you get a check up."
"...Fine. Just the stomach right?"
"Right, but only unless we find something else." Arizona answered.
"And n-no questions? I won't let you look if you start asking me questions."
"I cannot promise that, but I can try to keep them to a minimum." Arizona smiled again, not as easily as the first time, then she glanced at me.
Unexpectedly, Santana pulled up her shirt so it was just underneath her breasts. A larger purple bruise covered the lower half of her abdomen as well as a few scratch marks above and around.
"Santa what happened?" I asked, sitting in a nearby chair and holding the younger girl's hand.
However, Santana snatched her hand away swiftly then proceeded to glare at me icily, "What do you care? I haven't seen you since I was thirteen! And don't call me Santa! My name is Santana. Got it? S-A-N-T-A-N-A"
"Santana, of course I care! I'm your aunt. I would have come see you if I could've."
"Well, make it up to me then and let me stay with you for a bit," she smirked.
Oh, I just got played by a sixteen year old. That's just sad.
"Nice one," I scoff, "Fine, you can stay with me and my family for a bit."
"What fam- OW!" The girl yelps when Arizona presses on a sore spot on her stomach.
"Sorry… I'll be right back. I need to get you an ultrasound," with that Dr. Robbins steps out of the room leaving the two latinas to their devices.
"Arizona is my wife, no I'm not gay I'm bisexual. I have a daughter whose name is Sophia and she's five. I came out a few months after your thirteenth birthday party and most of the family has been shunning me ever since. They wouldn't let me talk to you, but I tried. I swear I still try. I call and try everyday on your birthday week. I-"
"Good lord, Calliope, calm down. It's okay...I know you wouldn't just up and leave me. And I already knew you were into chicks."
"You did? How- I didn't even know!" I stand up and fold my arms, flabbergasted as she laughs.
"Remember when you visited when I was six? And my best friends Puck and Quinn were over? We were playing family and I wanted to be the bride, but so did Quinn. So I was like, 'How about we both be brides and Puck can be our best man,' but then Abuela scolded me and told me it was wrong. I ran out crying and you followed me. You told me it wasn't bad, that it was just different. I asked
why I was scolded and you said that Abuela just doesn't understand. I said, 'Understand what?' and you said-"
"Understand that love is love…" I finished for her.
I'd almost forgotten that day completely. Santana was so upset. And Alma wasn't helping at all. That was the first time me and Santa had really bonded. It's hilarious that a six year old could figure out what I couldn't.
"Anyway, let's talk about that wife of yours. That's some hot stuff, lady. Go Tia!" The young brunette cheers.
I laugh as Arizona steps back into the room with the new tools, "I see you two are in a better mood," the blonde smiles and I walk up to her, planting a soft kiss on her lips.
"Hey, just cause I support it doesn't mean I wanna see it. You're still my aunt, ew." Santana says, scrunching up her face.
I laugh and kiss Arizona two times more in retaliation.
"Alright, alright, can we do this ultrasound now?" The blonde rolls her eyes at our antics.
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Santana Lopez's Perspective:
As expected, I was completely fine. Well, that's debatable. There actually wasn't blood in my stomach (Zona's not getting a Harper Avery anytime soon) just some inflammation or something. They're putting me on some meds for a little while to help it go down, though. Thankfully they didn't ask about my bruises, but I have a feeling that the silence won't last too long.
As we arrive at the apartment and go up the stairs, I get pulled out of my thoughts when this hunky old man opens the door to his apartment and starts chatting it up with my aunt.
"Ah, Baby Torres! She looks like ya, too." He greets me with a smile.
I roll my eyes, I mean honestly just because you're cute and old doesn't mean we're at the nickname stage, "My name's Lopez, Santana Lopez. My last name is not Torres and I'm definitely not Baby Torres."
"Acts like ya, too…" He grumbles as the two lady lovers laugh.
"Santana this is Mark Sloan, our neighbor, co-worker, occasional friend and Sophia's father." Smiley introduces.
"Occasional, Robbins I'm hurt!" Mark gasps and slaps a hand over his chest.
I'm so over this meet and greet already. I just want to nap somewhere and ice these bruises. I still can't believe I got kicked out. I don't know how I'm going to tell her. I know she'll be fine with the whole I'm a lesbian thing, but I just- the situation is just- ...it's all just too much. God, now I'm even stuttering in my thoughts!
"Looks like those meds are starting to kick in," Callie nods towards me leaning on the wall, "Come on Santa I'll show you the guest room."
"Kay…"
Callie leads me into an apartment opposite of Sloan's and I take a quick look around. The flooring was a nice light brown hardwood with a cute rug in the living area. There was a red couch in between a matching gray chair and loveseat with a coffee table in the middle. Turning my head towards the kitchen, there was a long bar/island thingy with a few stools. The appliances seem pretty up to date from where I am, all in all this place seems really homey and sweet.
"Alright, you can pretty much see the whole apartment from here, it's not small, but it's not huge either. That door on the end of the hall is Arizona and I's room, on the left is the hall bathroom, on the right is Sophia's room and the guest room is next to her's," the elder brunette looks back at me, "Now, I won't ask why you need to stay here or what happened tonight, but we will be having a long conversation in the morning. Do you have any stuff with you or…?"
Fuck, I really don't want to tell her. At least I get a bit of time, though. "Yeah, it's all in my car. I left it parked at the hospital, though." I shrug as she face palms.
"Santana, it could get towed! You should've told me before we left."
"Eh, I stole some doctor's space, from now on I'm Derek Shepherd, Head of Neuro," I laugh and give a dramatic bow.
"Whatever, we'll get it tomorrow. Are you hungry or wanna just go straight to bed?" She asks.
"Naw I'm good. Just gonna go to sleep." I walk off towards the bedroom and hear a quiet "Night," from behind me.
As I open the door to the guest room I swiftly turn around and hug Callie, "Thank you, Tia." She pats my back in response and I go inside the room.
After taking off my pants and putting my hair into a long braid, I get into the bed and immediately fall asleep. Dios mio, this has been too long of a day.
A/N: Hii everyone, so I decided to do a Glee/Grey's crossover story it's gonna be about 20 to 30 chapters unless people really enjoy it lol. So I know I'll eventually get Puck and Quinn up in here. What other characters would y'all like? Rachel, Sam, Britts, Mercedes, Kurt, etc. Anyway make sure to leave a review of anything you'd like to see or just so ik if y'all want me to continue.
Update on my other Glee fics: It's been especially hard to write Glee fics since Naya Rivera's death (May she rest in peace) and my fics are always kinda angsty so I'm gonna ease back into Glee fics with this one. Eventually I'll work on them. So yeah just gimme some time.
Update on my OUAT fics: Currently trying to find a new beta for it cause I don't want to put out anymore shitty chapters
Thanks for reading!