A/N: So I've finally rewritten and prewritten enough chapters for me to actually post again. I'll try to post more, but things are kinda wildin right now. On the plus side though, I'm not one to abandon a story. So I'm going to finish this and all my other stories, it just might take literal years.

Santana has never been a fan of people. And it has nothing to do with their gender, race, or anything like that, she does not discriminate. Santana Lopez just hates all people. Well, almost all people. She loves her family more than anyone. So maybe it would be better to say that she dislikes everyone. Yeah, that works…or it would work if not for Brittany S. Pierce. Santana really likes Brittany, which not only boggles the mind of everyone around them but does the same to her mind. Sure, Brittany is the exact opposite of Santana, constantly bubbly and doe-eyed, but opposites attract. Honestly, how could she not like Brittany? Santana thinks it might be the way the blonde smells of strawberries, or maybe it is her bedazzled smile, it could be her soft hands…well her soft everything, or maybe it is the way she kisses Santana. It was decided that it could be a number of things that drew her to Brittany. It was also decided that Santana M. Lopez liked (maybe even loved) Brittany S. Pierce more than anyone else. Unfortunately, though, this is not a love story in the least, and it is definitely not about Santana loving Brittany.

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Seattle Grace Hospital

"Ow, fuck, Barbie!" San yells at the surgeon doing a checkup on her abdomen, "I said you can feel me up a bit, but damn not so rough."

"Just turn over, Lopez," the attending rolls her eyes once and then again when she hears a mumbled, "...wanky."

Santana was dressed in a black zip-up hoodie with a white tank top on and some straight-legged ripped jeans, not the perfect attire for November weather in Seattle, but good enough. Because of the obvious law, Arizona wasn't actually allowed to give her an official exam, but she was allowed to do the bare minimum and assess what she could see. And when she saw the young girl limping down the hall (never mind how Santana was able to get to that restricted area of the hospital), she immediately decided to do what she could.

The blonde doctor continues her careful examination of the bruised-up brunette. They have slight small talk about nothing in particular. Arizona apparently is married with an eight (almost nine) year-old daughter. San talks about cheerleading, dancing, music, and Brittany. She can't help but be surprised at how easily she is able to connect with the bright-eyed blonde. However, the calm mood is disrupted when Arizona finally starts to ask the questions that San had been avoiding vehemently.

"Alright, Ms. Lopez, why don't we start with something simple, hm?" the champagne-haired beaut sat down on a stool in front of Santana, "What are you doing in Seattle? It says here that your address is in Ohio."

The cheerleader ducks her head down before responding, "Oh well, you know…visiting family."

Arizona narrows her eyes in curiosity, "I see..and where are they now?"

"My aunt's somewhere around here. Knowing her, she's probably trying to scan someone's leg or something," the blonde surgeon raises a brow, "Oh! She's a doctor, too. A fancy bone surgeon."

Arizona's eyes brighten at that, "Really? My wife's the Head Orthopedic Surgeon here!"

This time Santana is the one narrowing her eyes, "That doesn't make any sense bubbles, my aunt is the Head Ortho doc around here," she would know, she Googled her aunt right before she got here.

"Santana…what is your aunt's name?"

"Calliope Torres."

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Callie was just changing in the locker room, getting ready to go home after such a long surgery, when her phone started ringing.

"Torres speaking, " she answered casually as she laced up her shoe.

"Finally! I've been trying to reach you for like an hour. Where have you been?" She winces at the sound of her wife's panicked voice over the phone, "Sorry, babe, I've been in surgery all night, I'm just now getting into the locker rooms. What's wrong? Is it Sofia? Is it you?"

"What? No, Cal, I'm fine and Sofia is fine. There's just- can you just come to the E.R. as soon as you can? We're in room 106." Arizona responded.

The elder latina frowned, "Yeah, of course. I'll see you in a bit."

"Thank you."

**Duu Duu**

"That was weird…and why would she say 'we're'? Maybe it is Sofi and she just doesn't want to scare me." Callie thought with panic. Whatever the issue was, she refused to wait to find out any later, so she closed her locker and swiftly ran out the room.

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Calliope's Perspective

"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. For now, though, you need to calm down! We don't want you to injure yourself further!" 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!" The fiesty brunette supplies in response.(I swear to God you'll start to see blood if you don't stop touching me right now!")

And with that, I decided to make my presence known, "Alright, ladies, break it up."

"Tia!" "Callie!" I hear the two respond at once, one a sigh and the other a frustrated yell.

"Hi, hello, I am here. And you, my wife, are also here…with my niece. Hi."

"Hey." Santana rolls her eyes, lightly pushing Arizona who was still hanging off of her.

In truth I hadn't seen Santa since she was about eight. 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 they weren't, so everyone who "respected" her had to follow her steps. I bet Santa doesn't even know, or at least she didn't until now. Point being, I really don't know how to talk to her now. Not only because of her age, but also because of her shocking appearance.

"Right, s-so how can I help you? I mean, um- ugh…why are you here, Santa?"

Okay, my delivery for that question could have been so much smoother.

"So I kinda need a place to crash for a bit. It won't be for long or anything! Maybe like a week max, just until things cool down. And I was gonna ask you in like a totally different way, but then Bubbles saw me wandering the halls and I was kinda limping so she wanted to check me out. And I let her, but then she started asking all these questions and then she was like, 'Callie is totes my wife,' and I'm like nah. I get up to go find you and Blondie won't let me go because she wasn't done asking questions. And I'm like she's not about to tell me what I can or can't do, I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent! And um…yeah," Santana rambles, fiddling with the ends of her hair towards the finish.

"To be fair, I was already about to page you and she looks hurt enough, I didn't want it to get worse," My wife attempts to explain herself. Not that it is really necessary, I understand.

"Santana, let her check you out-" I started but was quickly cut off.

"Wanky, but no, I'm done. I just need to know if I can stay with you for a few days."

"How about this, I'll think about letting you stay and cover the insurance if you just get a real, complete, checkup."

"...Fine, just don't expect me to answer all your questions."

"Perfect, since we have guardian permission now, I'll go ahead and do a full work up, change into this for me," Arizona bounces towards the teenager with a flower paper gown. I sit down in one of the stools and turn around to afford her some kind of privacy. Arizona turns again once the gown is in Santana's arms.

I hear a deep sigh, a few grunts, a couple "Ow"'s and I'm tempted to turn, but the younger brunette says, "It's okay to look now," before I can.

She's got bruises down her arms and legs to go along with the light bruise across her face that I noticed when I got here. Arizona lifts up the gown a bit to see a mostly purple spot on her stomach and bite marks on her inner thighs.

My wife, being the doctor she is, is used to seeing this on patients and asks, "Are there any more known places of injury?"

"There was so no point of me putting this damn sheet on in the first place," Santana mumbles before untying the gown altogether, showing another bruise under her right breast and bite marks above the left.

"Santa what happened?" I ask, scooting closer to take her 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 like eight! 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. You know I would have come to 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. Robins 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 Sofia and she's five. I came out a few months after your eighth 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 seven? 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 seven 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 my usual chonky bruise. Thankfully they didn't ask about the rest of my bruises, but I have a feeling that the silence won't last too long. Once I got dressed again, Callie and Arizona went to talk a bit. Next thing I know, it's time to go.

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 Sofia'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...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 Sofia'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 rubs her hand over her face in exasperation. "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 walk up to the door to the guest room I swiftly turn around and look at Callie, "...Thank you, Tia." She nods 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 far too long of a day.

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I wake up to the smell of bacon and the sounds of laughter. I, however, would like them to all shut up. It's too loud and I'm not ready to be awake. I even tried putting the pillow over my ears. It, somehow, got louder. I stomp to the hall restroom to quickly brush my teeth with one of the newer toothbrushes under the sink. After washing my face and stretching, I journey into the kitchen to see what all the commotion was about.

"Looks like someone's up. I made pancakes and bacon for breakfast!" Arizona smiles brightly.

I grumble, unable to form words at the moment, before sitting on a stool at the bar and placing my head down on the cool surface.

"Aw, you're so much like Callie. You two even grumble the same!"

Speaking of the devil, Calliope turns the corner, already dressed for the day, "What's wrong with you," she asks, poking me in the head.

"Bubbles The Clown is being too damn loud with your child and woke me up." I respond, lifting my head up to peak at Callie and Sofia, "She looks like you."

It amazes me how someone you thought you knew could just turn out to be a completely different person. I mean yeah, I figured she was into vaginas, but still. She's got a whole family. She's apparently an awesome ass surgeon judging by all the awards in the living room. I mean my aunt's kinda fucking awesome...I just don't want to fuck it up for her. She doesn't need me showing up like this.

"One, don't call her a clown. Two, I know right, so cute! Three, watch your language. And four, time for our conversation."

"I don't even have coffee in me, yet, can't it wait?" I try to push it off, but Arizona sets a plate of food and a mug of coffee in front of me, "Thanks."

"Alright, so what happened?" Callie asks, sitting down on the stool next to me.

Turning on the stool and sitting fully up, I look at her, "Well, it started when I was tutoring my best friend Brittany…"