Notes:

Hello, guys! I want to apologize for take so long to update. I had a little problem, but now it's all good. I'll try my best to update this story frequently. Thank you x.

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Flashback

"Close your eyes."

Santana covered Quinn's eyes with her hands as she guided her wife to the front of a simple but beautiful house located in New York. At the front of the house there was a small garden. It was the style of home that Santana had always thought herself starting a family in, since Quinn was five months pregnant.

"Santana, I can't see where I'm going, I need you to hold me.", Quinn said as she held onto Santana's arm tight.

"Ready?", Santana asked. Quinn shook her head as Santana took her hands away from Quinn's eyes, letting her finally see the big surprise. The deck of the house was complete with beautiful yellow flowers in plant pots and two steps to the front door from the decking.

"Don't tell me... –", Quinn asked, the surprise evident in her voice. Santana nodded in assent. "Oh my God, San!", she exclaimed. The blonde jumped into the Latina's arms, smiling nonstop. "I can't believe it, how? How did you get this?", she asked.

"Let's say I had a little help from my boss.", Santana replied smiling, hugging her wife. "But wait until you to see inside."

Santana held Quinn's hand and led her into the house. Upon entering, Quinn ran into a large, open room, the right hand side of the room contained the kitchen. The sink was fitted into a large counter a white fridge was next to the sink. There were many cupboards and there was a counter in the centre of the room able to be used as a table due to the worktop extending past the base.

The front room was a vast and empty room with only one large bookcase, against the wall, which would have room enough for Quinn's books and Santana's old CDs and discs.

"Oh my God! This is huge and so beautiful. I can't believe you got us a house like this.", Quinn said. She was in the middle of the room with her eyes full of tears. Santana couldn't stop smiling, she had just made her wife happy - again. -.

"Come on, I'll show you where our room is.", Santana said, whilst standing in front of a large sliding door in the space between the shelving and the fridge and pushed the door open. The room was perfect, a great size where she could see all her belongings there but there still would be enough space. Quinn stood in the middle of the room and looked in every corner while Santana watched her. "You're wondering where everything is going to be, aren't you?", Santana asked her wife knowingly. She knew that a thousand things would be running through Quinn's mind.

"I'm very predictable.", Quinn said biting the corner of her lip. Before Santana could say anything, Quinn's arms were around her and their lips connected in a lengthy kiss. "How can I be so lucky? Can you stop being so perfect, please.", Quinn said and gave Santana another peck on the lips.

"I promised I would make you happy every day.", Santana said whilst smiling. "Now come on, you have another important room to see." Taking Quinn's hand, they left the room and went to the other side of the shelves where there was a second door. Quinn looked confused as Santana opened the door slowly.

Looking at the second empty room, a smile appeared on Quinn's lips knowing exactly what they would do with this room. Walking around slowly, she could imagine her baby's cradle would be, the colours of the walls and even the design that would be on one wall, the drawing she would do there.

"And here is your room.", Quinn whispered, stroking her tummy whilst smiling, feeling hr baby's heart racing.

"Exactly", Santana said as she hugged Quinn from behind, caressing the blonde's belly as she propped her chin on Quinn's shoulder. "This room is yours, little bee." Quinn smiled at the nickname, turning to embrace her wife.

"Okay, we need a name for our baby, because I don't want her to hear you calling her a little bee all the time and be born thinking she's a bee.", Santana said all the while loving Quinn's cute side because she looked so childlike.

"Stella?", Santana suggested but Quinn twisted her mouth gently showing she didn't like it. "Cassandra?", she proposed. Again the mouth, and Santana laughed at the adorable expression of her wife.

"I didn't like any of those.", Quinn said still frowning.

"No problem, we will have time to find a name, love.", Santana said reassuringly.

"San, this house is great, and I can see us happy here. I love it, it is not near that mess of the city because I don't want our baby to grow in the middle of that mess.", Quinn said, again her face twisting into that cute frown. "But I love this.", she said.

"Really?", Santana asked, initially feeling apprehensive about the surprise, all her insecurities vanished when she saw Quinn's eyes shine when she saw the house for the first time. Quinn nodded, hugging the Latina tight. "But I still have one last surprise for you. It was what caught my attention in this house." Quinn was looking at her smiling, knowing that Santana was always trying to surprise her.

The two went out the back door of the house, a huge sliding door of iron and frosted white glass, behind the house there was a small garden. It certainly wasn't the biggest, but it was large enough for the three of them. A short distance away, there was a small shed. Santana stepped in front of the huge door and looked at Quinn.

"You already loved our house.", Santana began as Quinn smiled without even knowing what was behind the door. "Now, this", she said slowly as she opened the door, "This is your studio." As soon as the door opened completely, Quinn froze. The shed looked even bigger than the house. It had a pillar in the corner of the shed, but it was nothing that would disturb Quinn's work.

The blonde took slow steps into the large space and couldn't hold back her tears of happiness. It was a dream. In the apartment she shared with Santana, Quinn had a small room to paint and work. Everything she did turned into a mess, but here? She would be able to be a free artist, with her scattered tools, screens and assorted inks. She could work freely. Quinn walked around the shed running her hand along the wall seeing herself in the place. Listening her loud music, painting, creating her sculptures, doing exactly what she loved most; she could see herself there. Again, Santana had made her wife happier than she could imagine.

"I –", Quinn tried to say something, but happy tears rolled down her cheeks stopping her in her tracks. "San.", she tried again as she ran into the Latina's arms. "I love you so so much." Quinn pressed her lips to Santana and began to kiss her gently, wrapping her arms around her neck. Her tongue went to Santana's mouth and massaged it in a pleasant way for each other. Santana could taste the salty tears that fell from Quinn's eyes. Soon Quinn broke the kiss, slowly and gently kissing the Latina's lips. "I can see myself in every corner of this house. I can see us building a life here, San.", Quinn said. She was now looking into her wife's eyes, bringing their foreheads closer together. " I love you, Santana Lopez and I can't wait to continue our lives together in this house.", Quinn said.

End.

Santana was returning home after chasing Quinn in the hospital. Brittany was taking care of little Beth, and the little one was thrilled to see her mommy.

"This is where we live?", Quinn asked confused, looking out of the window.

"It's a great place, you loved it the first time you saw it and I'm sure will love our house again.", Santana said as she drove. She was worried about her wife but did her best to act naturally, smiling.

"Who is the president of the United States?", the blonde asked making Santana laugh.

"Obama.", Santana replied.

"The senator?", Quinn said whilst making the famous face that Santana missed so much.

"Yes, and you voted for him.", Santana replied as she smiled. Quinn turned to look out of the window again.

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After parking the car, they both got out together. Quinn took a deep breath, walking next to her wife towards that unknown house. Santana was right, she had fallen in love with all the simple design of her supposed home. It was as lovely as the neighbourhood where they were. Quinn followed the Latina, letting her wife go first.

"Mama!", Beth cried running from the couch and jumping on Quinn's lap. "You're back! You're back!" Quinn smiled holding the little one, though she doesn't know the way Beth likes most, but she was starting to like the idea of having Beth nearby.

"Hi Beth.", Quinn said as she held her tightly, giving her a kiss on the check.

"Mommy, looks.", Beth said, pointing to a banner hung in the room.

"Welcome back, Mommy Q. From Beth and Santana.", it read.

"Me and Aunt Brittany did it for you.", Beth explained. Quinn could hear the happiness in her voice and see it in Beth's eyes, so much so it made her heart melt for a few seconds causing her to forget of all her fears. Santana put Quinn's bag on the couch and realised they were not alone. Their friends were also there: Brittany, Rachel, Puck and Kurt, all staring at Quinn, smiling.

Still with Beth in her lap, Quinn looked at Santana not understanding what was happening. Who were those people? Before she had an answer, Rachel approached her, smiling.

"Hi Quinn." She spoke softly, her voice almost a whisper. Quinn smiled from just looking the brunette in front of her. "How are you feeling?", Rachel asked.

"Um, I'm good, thank you.", Quinn replied as she stared at the unknown person in front of her, not knowing what to do. Her first thoughts were that she didn't know anyone there. Beth looked at her, confused, playing with her mother's hair.

"Why doesn't Mummy hug Aunt Rachel?", Beth asked frowning. She looked at her mother for an answer. Quinn came out of the trance she was in and looked at her daughter, remembering that Beth didn't know about her memory loss.

"Won't you hug Aunt Rachel? She has missed you very much as well.", the little one spoke smiling and Quinn looked at Rachel for a few seconds, before embracing the stranger in front of her with discomfort, Beth still in her lap. Santana watched them together, she didn't know how long she could keep this secret from Beth but she was afraid of how much it would hurt their daughter and was still not sure about whether to tell her or to let her remain unknowing.

Quinn looked at the other people behind Rachel and realised that to her they were all strangers. Slowly, one by one moved to embrace her. She felt uncomfortable. She didn't want people she didn't know hugging her, she didn't want anyone but Beth there. Why had Santana invited them? It was already hard to be here, she didn't needed more strangers complicating her life. Not right now.

They all sat down to talk, but Quinn didn't want to stay in the room with them. She wanted silence, she needed to relax, she really needed that. While everyone was talking and laughing together, she stayed with Beth on her lap. Apparently, her forgotten daughter was the only one whom she felt somewhat comfortable with.

"Beth?", Quinn whispered into her daughter's ear, "Can you come with me to my room?" Beth nodded in agreement and stood up to take her mother's hand, leading her to the bedroom.

"Thanks.", Quinn said to her daughter.

"What you going to do in here?", Beth said sitting on the bed looking at her mother, with her hands resting on her thighs and legs dangling.

"I just need to rest.", Quinn answered smiling, feeling her head start to hurt as Beth shrugged leaving the room. Quinn closed the door, after she had left. Finally able to breath, she could see the place where she was. To the right was another door and Quinn could see that it was one of the bathrooms. Her eyes moved around the room and to the comfortable-looking king-size bed with the white bedspread covered with blue moons and yellow stars. It was different. Quinn wondered which of them had chosen this sheet.

There was also a large bookcase next to the wardrobe with large doors – one of them being a mirrored door. Beside the bed was a dresser which contained the various creams and perfumes she assumed each of them used. Photos were taped onto the mirror; Quinn walked over and looked at all the photos. She couldn't help but smile at a photo of Beth looking in the mirror laughing at her own reflection. She was wearing a tiara on her head and Quinn realised that the tiara was holding the fringe back off her face. Ah, the fringe she never liked. But wore for me. Quinn thought smiling, turning to look at another picture. It was a tattoo. It was a date that was tattooed on the nape of the person's neck. Quinn looked at the photo closely when she saw there was blonde hair in it, she realised that the tattoo must be hers.

"No!", Quinn exclaimed as her eyes widened. She lifted her hair out of the way and looked into the mirror. .MMIX. "Oh my God, my mother will kill me." , Quinn said out loud. Quinn put a hand on her face and bowed her head.

"Quinn?", Santana said as she entered the room quietly. Quinn lifted her head to look at her. "Are you alright?", she asked. The blonde didn't answer. "Sorry to have them here. I needed someone to stay with Beth, and suddenly all four of them were here. I know it's too much for you and –.", Santana continued.

"No, Santana.", Quinn said, annoyance palpable in her tone. "Going to a house with a near stranger, learning that I have a daughter I don't know, that's a lot to handle. But them?", Quinn exclaimed. She paused looking at Santana sitting in the chair beside her. "This is stupid.", she muttered.

"I know, sorry. I thought that. –", Santana said.

"No.", Quinn interrupted, closing her eyes for a few seconds. "Can you leave me alone, please?", she asked.

"They're gone, I'm sorry, Q.", Santana said, still sitting noticing a difference in her wife.

"For God's sake, Santana, can you leave me alone?", Quinn asked. The annoyance dripping from her words made Santana take a breath. She needed to be patient with Quinn but it was painful how she was acting.

"Of course. If you need anything I'll be in the room.", Santana said as she left the room and closed the door behind her. She took a deep breath, trying to stop the tears she could feel. That night, Quinn slept alone in their bed while Santana slept in Beth's room who asked her Mami to tell one of her stories. The Latina couldn't sleep all night, it was like all the previous nights when Quinn was in the hospital. She turned from one side to the other and resorted to watching her little baby sleeping. So innocent was she, she didn't know her lovely mother couldn't remember a thing about them. It was so hard but she had to hold it together for her sake and Beth's.

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