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Flashback

Quinn sat in a candy store: Café Mnemonic. It was near Santana's and she had agreed to go out with the Latina for the third time. The blonde couldn't lie, she loved the spontaneous and fun way of the brunette, it was unlike any other girl she had ever known - or boy -.

It was on in the place where they had their first date and Quinn thought it was a good idea meet there again. She was waiting for Santana, while drinking a cup of coffee. She sat on a table next to the coffee shop window glass and looked out hoping to see Santana come closer. And it was not long before she arrived.

"Hey, Fabray." Santana got closed giving a kiss on Quinn's cheek. "Am I late?"

"No, of course not, I got here a few minutes ago." Quinn smiled as the brunette sat in front of her. "You look beautiful, Lopez."

"I know," Santana laughed stealing Quinn's coffee and taking a sip of it.

"Hey, that's mine", Quinn slapped the latina's hand. "Get one yourself."

"What, Fabray, it's just a sip." Santana returned the cup and called the clerk asking the same as Quinn was drinking.

It was their third date, but they feel like they knew each other a lifetime. Santana was all Quinn always wanted in a girl, and Quinn was Santana's dream. The blonde was someone who had made the latina show her best side, be who she really was.

"It's our third date and I want to know more about you, Q. All I know is that you love arts, painting, singing and having a tiny friend named Rachel Berry. You always distract me with kisses when I ask about your family." Santana now took Quinn's hand, starting to laugh. "Tell me more about you, beautiful. And your family? Are you close?"

"Oh ... My parents and I don't have a good relationship." Quinn smiled and passed her thumb in Santana's hand, feeling the butterflies in your belly flapping with the nickname. "It's a long story."

"Oh really? I have a plenty of time, you can tell me. "Santana straightened in her chair and Hayley brought coffee from it.

"You're funny, San." Quinn laughed taking another sip of her coffee. "It's ok. The fact that me and my parentes don't have a good relationship. My choices changed our relationship... for the worse. Firstly my parentes were against my study choice. Art instead of law? That just went against all of my father's dream. " Quinn rolled her eyes.

"Oh really? My father always wanted me to be a bartender. I think he lived so much in bars that he needed someone in the family working on some for him to start drinking for free." They both laughed. "No, seriously." Santana now shook her head.

"Idiot", Quinn gave a slight slap on the brunette's hand. "But it wasn't just that." Quinn stopped laughing, playing with her ring. "When they found out I was bisexual my father disowned me." Santana watched her carefully. "He told me horrible things that I didn't deserve. I did everything he ever wanted: I wento to Law school and stopped thinking about arts. I was the perfect daughter and at the first opportunity he had, he threw me out like I was nothing. And They hurt me... I'm not sure I can look at them anymore."

Santana watched Quinn for a few seconds, "Wow... How could they do that with their own daughter?"

"It was horrible... What my father said to me. I had to listen, listen to everything he had to say. He just blended all of my failures: my failed engagement, dropping out of law school and to finish his speech, I had turned into a lesbian slut. My sister, Frannie was there for me, but like every Fabray in that house, she was scared to do something. To help me." Santana scowled, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she spat:

"Slut? What kind of father would call his daughter a slut?"

"Believe me, this was the nicest name he called me, because he had others. Many others..." Her voice broke, her hazel eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry, it's just hard to think about it." Santana brought Quinn's hands to her mouths giving a kiss. "I just miss my sister, you know? We used to be best friends, but after what happened we didn't talk anymore."

"Hey, it's their loss, okay? They lost an amazing daughter and an amazing little sister, you were everything they wanted and they just decided to turn down that potential happiness. The Latina smiled sweetly and Quinn couldn't look anywhere else. How could she always know exactly what to say?

Quinn thought as her gaze found Santana. "They wanted me to be someone I'm not. Law school was never for me, that was what my father wanted. I dated Sam, but after what he did to me, I was sick of it. Plus I think I was already bi or maybe lesbiana t the time." Both girls chuckled.

"It's your life and you want to live it in your way. The way that makes you happy. If they can't accept that, then is their loss. You're amazing, Quinn. , and If they can't see that, they are all idiots." Quinn could feel the butterflies in her stomach. It was diferente from everything else. She thought she felt the same way with Sam, but it was just another empty stomach. With Santana was different, these were real butterflies.

"You deserve to be happy, Quinn."

End.

"Lucy, you came." Judy hugged Quinn as soon as the door opened. Santana was right behind her, and Beth was holding Quinn's hand. "And this must be the lovely Elizabeth." Judy turned to look at Beth. The little one smiled embarrassed holding her mother's hand with her two little hands. "She's just like you, Lucy."

"Mom, my name is Quinn, stop calling me Lucy." Quinn frowned and then looked at Beth. "And yes she is." Beth smiled and almost hid behind her mother.

"Santana. Hi." Judy reached out and Santana greeted her smiling.

"How are you, Judy?" Santana was polite and when she looked down, Beth was now holding her hand.

"Great, thanks." Judy smiled. And Santana knew that smile was fake. "Let me get your coats." The Latina was held barely managed not to roll her eyes.

While Quinn took coat her, her father, Russell appeared giving her a crushing bear hug that nearly crushed her. Santana looked at him from the corner of her eye as she took Beth's coat and handed it to Judy.

"Lucy, it's so good to have you back." Russell released her and looked at Beth. "And you're?"

"Beth." The little one replied looking at her grandfather a little shy and scared.

"Elizabeth. What a pleasure to finally meet you." He tried to hug her, but she didn't respond... she just smiled without showing her teeth.

Santana took off her coat, feeling Judy's staring at her and it was impossible for Judy take her eyes of her. Quinn's mother raised her eyebrows looking at Santana clearly judging her. But being Santana, she didn't care and loved the impact she had caused on Judy.

"Let's go in.", Russell commented as Judy closed the door behind them while holding and kept the coats.

Beth held Santana's hand as Quinn walked in front of them. Santana wanted to get out of there with her daughter and wife, feeling uncomfortable. Russell didn't even look at her. And the latina knew This dinner was going to be a disaster.

When they entered in the dining room to Quinn's sister was there with her boyfriend.

"Frannie? Oh my God!" Quinn ran into her sister's arms hugging her.

"Quinnie! Oh my gosh, I missed you so much, little sis." Frannie hugged her tightly and Santana could have sworn that Quinn's sister would take Quinn up in her arms.

"Frann, this is Santana mine... –" Quinn paused and Santana smiled shook Frannie's hands, ignoring the way Quinn addressed her.

"I'm her wife. It's nice to meet you, Frannie." Santana was polite, feeling like Frannie was the only "nice" person in that house.

"Likewise, Santana"

"And she," Quinn called Beth. "She's my daughter, Beth."

"Your daughter? Oh my God, Quinnie, she's so pretty." Beth was standing next to Quinn with her two chubby little hands in front of her.

"Hi, sweet, I'm your Aunt Frannie." Quinn's sister gave a kiss on Beth's cheek and the little one gave a silent "hi" holding Quinn's hand.

"Lucy, look who's here." Quinn's father appeared from the kitchen, with a blond boy wearing a dress slacks and a white shirt inside the pants. His hair was rather long and it was in a ponytail. And he had big, huge lips and when he smiled his mouth looked even bigger – if it was possible.

As soon as Santana saw the blond boy, she could tell who he was. She took a deep breath as her heart started racing.

"Sam..." Quinn whispering her ex-fiance's name making Santana feel something stronger than she had ever felt before. Jealousy.

The blonde boy went to Quinn hugging her tightly. Seeing that scene before her, Santana wanted to throw up, her heart was aching and she remembered Quinn's words at the hospital. "The last thing I remember was to be doing attending law school and being engaged to Sam... Sam Evans, and not dating you." She may couldn't have woken up from a coma in love with him, right? That would be absurd, it would be... It would be an unbearable pain that Santana didn't want to feel.

"Hey Quinn, I heard you married and had a daughter." Sam smiled looking toward the latina and little Beth was still clinging on to Quinn's hand.

"Yes, this is Santana." Santana didn't approach as she had done to greet the resto of the other family. She remained standing where she was. It was still a lot to be processed. How could Russell had the invite Quinn's ex-fiance tonight? He knows everything that happened to them, why would he still want her to return to Trouty mouth? "And this is Beth." He bent down to get at eye level with the little one and she looked at him with a frown.

"Hi Beth, you're beautiful just like your mommy." Sam smiled, but the little Fabray-Lopez was tired of smiling at strangers, she was too shy for it and didn't like Sam at all.

"I know." She replied quietly this time dropping Quinn's hand and asking to Santana to take her up.

"Well, let's sit down the dinner is ready." Russell broke their moment and Santana was thankful for that.

The table was fulfilled prepared for twelve places. Russell sat on the edge with views all around at the head of the table. Judy then sat beside him, followed by Quinn, Santana and Beth. Across the front of the table there was Frannie with her boyfriend Brian and Sam next them.

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Everyone was laughing around the table while as Judy was telling them about Quinn and Frannie's childhood. Santana did her best to not get annoyed, even if she wasn't in the mood to laugh with the Fabrays. She was hating Russell in that moment and hating Sam even more for acting like nothing happened. And seeing that Quinn was so happy to see him as if Sam was the prince of her life made the latina hate everything that was happing that night. Santana wanted to get up and walk away, but she needed to stay. She had to take care of what was hers.

"So, Santana... –" Russell turned his attention to the latina who was caught by surprising her. "What's your job?"

Santana tried her best to smile being polite.

"Oh, I work as an announcer on a radio... 97.1 from NYC." The Latina answered trying to be as friendly as possible.

"Oh really? I always wondered how it was to be a radio announcer." Frannie smiled the only one being sweet and truly friendly with Santana. "Is it fun?"

Santana took a sip of her wine "Well, I love my job and what I do, but it is actually quite tiring, it doesn't seem so, but it's a rush into the studio." Frannie nodded.

"Wait, you said you work at 97.1?" Brian asked.

"Yeah..."

"Oh, I like this station, I used to listen it in the mornings."

"Oh my gosh, baby, it's true!" Frannie widening her eyes, smiling nonstop. "But wait, your voice... It's even more sexy in person."

"Mm... Thank you?" Santana laughed. "I'm used to hear that a lot."

Maybe, Frannie was the only good in this family... Besides Quinn, of course.

"And you just got this job?" Now it was Judy's turn to interrogate Santana.

"Yeah. I graduated to be a journalist actually, but it was hard to find a job as it, so I ended up turning to be an announcer. I love everything about music, I love to sing and play the piano, but that's just a hobby," While Santana was talking, Quinn was watching her with interest, listening to every word. She could feel the love in Santana's voice and starting wondering if she used to play piano for her. Quinn was impressed, I mean the blonde didn't even know how to sang.

"So... Mmm... You play piano and sing?" Quinn asked smiling.

"Mm... Maybe."

"Mommy sings too." Beth who was silent throughout dinner, spoke for the first time, making her mamí smile.

"I sing?" Quinn said surprise, widening her eyes.

"Lucy?" Russell was even more surprised.

"Yes. Mommy sings to make me sleep, and other nights Mami tells me stories." Beth smiled looking at Russell, before got back to her food.

Santana smiled at her daughter.

"Ugh! She's so cute." Frannie finally spoke. "Do you still sing, I can't believe, Q. You sang when we were kids, I didn't know you still had this gift."

"But wait... I don't sing." Quinn smiled, confuse.

"Actually, you do." The Latina whispered. How could Quinn say it in front of Beth? Couldn't she at least pretend she remembered something?

"I wanna hear you sing one day. I don't remember hearing you singing to me." Sam said sweetly and Santana looked at him raising her eyebrow. She could attack him start spitting venom. She was good at it, but in respect for Quinn's parents and sister, she took a deep breath trying to ignore all the pain that was passing through her chest in that moment.

"You are never going to hear me sing." Quinn laughed too much with Sam and Santana didn't like a bit of it. This couldn't possibly happen, they couldn't be flirting with each other in front of her. Could they?

"And you Beth, what do you like to do?" Frannie brought the attention to her niece.

"I like to paint like mommy." Beth ran her hand trough her hair, looking at Santana.

"Oh, do you?" Frannie knew Quinn wanted to be an artist since she was a little girl and as Beth, she used to draw all the time.

"Mhm, and when Mommy's in the studio, I like to paint with ink on the whiteboard." Santana smiled seeing Beth getting along with Frannie.

"You have a studio?" Sam asked surprised looking at Quinn.

"Apparently." Quinn smiled embarrassed. Santana was fighting to keep your patience. She swore that next time Quinn would have to be careful with her words near Beth.

"I didn't know you were an artist." The way Sam was talking to Quinn was so annoying that Santana was forcing herself not to throw the tomato sauce on his head.

"I am not." They both laughed and Santana could see their exchanged glances. The Latina took a deep breath trying to look away.

This is only a dream, Santana. You will wake up this soon and will be lying in bed with Quinn as every morning. Santana thought as she took a deep breath and counted to ten, but none of that took her pain away.

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They were all sitting in the living room. Santana on a large sofa beside Quinn who seemed to treat her like a stranger, and Santana's heart was further torned apart - if it was still possible -. Frannie was in an armchair she shared with her boyfriend and Sam next to Russell.

Beth was in the latina's lap and that was the only thing that comforted her at the time.

"And what do you intend to do now, Quinn?" Sam asked, too tender for Santana's taste.

"I don't know, Sam, I haven't thought about it yet."

"I think you should continue on your normal routine with Santana and Beth, maybe even re-paint to be able to remember something." Frannie said, and Santana thanked her mentally to have someone on her "side".

"Remember what?" Beth asked sleepily and Santana looked at her smiling.

"Elizabeth! It's not polite to get between the adults talk." It was the first time that Russell was directed to Beth and Santana looked at him with narrowed eyes. No one but her and Quinn could call Beth to attention.

"It's nothing, bee. I thought you were asleep", Beth cringed in her mother's lap wrapping her arm around Santana's neck getting close to her ear.

"Mami, I want to go home." Beth whispered and Santana knew the little one was not happy there. No one let her do anything, no one let her talk or play in there.

"We're going soon." The Latina embraced Beth, giving her a kiss on the tip of her nose.

"I want to go to the bathroom." Beth whispered again making Santana laugh.

"Come on, monkey face, I'll take you." Santana stood with Beth in her lap, approaching Frannie, the only one she sympathized asking where the bathroom was.

Once Santana got to the bathroom, Sam wasted no time to sit next to Quinn who smiled turning to him.

"So Quinn Fabray is married and had a daughter." He teased nudging the blonde with her elbow.

"Well, it seems so." Quinn was playing with her wedding ring. "Beth is so sweet, I just feel awful for not remember anything about her or the time I spent with her during those four years. It's just... I wish I could remember everything." Quinn could feel the pain in her heart for not remember anything about Beth.

"But you can build new memories with her." Sam smiled. "And Santana looks great, Quinn, and, sorry, whoa... She's hot." He arching his eyebrow, making her laugh.

"Shut up, Sam." She shook her head. "But you're right, perhaps I can build a new life with Beth and Santana. I may come back to remember. That's why I'm living with them after all..."

"And how are things doing?"

"Not easy. I look at my own daughter and I don't remember who she is. I look at Santana and don't remember who she is, or even how I married to a woman. I mean, what the hell happened with us? Was it your fault?" Quinn smiling, messing with Sam, but the blonde boy only cleaned his throat without saying anything. "Anyway, I don't remember anything. It is hard not to feel a stranger with them. And I can see the way Santana looks at me, I know she loves me very much." Quinn automatically smirked and Sam held her hand and began to caress it.

Santana returned from the bathroom with her daughter on her lap and as soon as she got back to the room she held her breath. Sam was still holding Quinn's hand. Quinn was visibly liking it... why was she doing this? Santana's heart sank and it became hard to breathe. Santana put Beth on the floor telling her to go to Quinn and returned to the bathroom.

The Latin closed the door behind her and looked in the mirror trying to breathe when a tear fell from her eye. She spent the hand tightly over that unbearable pain to see Quinn with her ex-boyfriend. He was the only person she remembered. Quinn didn't remember Santana, just Sam. These were her last memories.

Santana wanted to get Quinn's arm and take her away, but she had to have patience, she needed to wait. She needed to make Quinn fall in love with her again and have her back. She couldn't just stand with arms crossed waiting for her wife to remember everything. The latina looked in the mirror, taking a piece of handkerchief and wiped the makeup on her eyes and taking a deep breath.

Getting back to the room, she could see Sam was still in the same place next to Quinn trying to talk to Beth, but the little one wasn't enjoying. Once Beth saw Santana appear in the room, she got out of Quinn's lap and ran into the latina's.

"Mamí, can we go home now?" Beth laid her head on Santana's shoulder, who nodded.

"Quinn, we should go. Beth is tired and needs to sleep.", Santana spoke with her wife who hesitated to answer, but thought of Beth and nodded getting up.

The blonde went straight to her parents first, while Santana said goodbye to Frannie and her boyfriend. Beth hugged her aunt who invited her to get ice cream any day and the little one smiled excited saying yes. Santana said goodbye to Russell and Judy whom barely looked at Beth when she said her sweet goodbye. Judy even tried, but for them, Beth was a stranger and they've never had children around.

Santana said goodbye to Sam by far, unlike Quinn who hugged him tight. She seemed happy. Santana hadn't seen her that way since she left the hospital and it hurt her to see the smile that Quinn usually gave her given to Sam.

Once into the car, Santana noticed the change of mood in Quinn. She's no longer seem so happy as she was five minutes ago, before get in the car. Five minutes ago...while she was holding Sam.

"You could have been less obvious." Santana said as she started drive, look at the street.

"What?" Quinn asked confused, taking her attention from the window to look at Santana.

"Nothing."

They were all the way in silence. All that Santana wanted to do was cry. She felt her heart being crushed without stopping. Quinn felt lost and somewhat annoyed for some reason she didn't know. She missed her Family and she was still confused about how she broke up with Sam and more importantly, how she ended marrying Santana. I mean, Quinn was trying to understand everything about their life together and could see how much Santana loved her, but she felt so much more comfortable with her Family. Quinn was confused and feeling grumpy. She didn't want to talk and her head was hurting.

Once they got home, Beth woke up from her nap and ran to the door waiting for Santana to open it. The little one went to her room to changed into her pjs. Santana took off her coat hanging it behind the door and went to her room to change. She didn't say anything and didn't look at Quinn. Closing the door behind her, Santana was too hurt to look at her wife right now. She was trying so hard to be patient, but it was hard to control her bleeding heart.

"Mommy?" A sleepy Beth came back into the room wearing her Tinker Bell's pajamas "Can you sing for me? I'm sleepy. Yesterday Mami told me some story and today I want you to sing.", The little one smiled, facing Quinn.

"Beth, I can't sing." Quinn replied and as soon as Santana heard, she stood in her bedroom doorway watching the two blondes in front of her. The Latina was still with her dress and had just taken off her shoe. She hoped Quinn wouldn't hurt their daughter.

"No?" Beth asked, confused, frowning. "Why not, mommy?" Her voice was soft, and she was holding her white stuffed lamb.

"Because I can't sing, Elizabeth." Without thinking, Quinn was being rude with her daughter. "Try to sleep, okay?"

"But you can sing, mommy. You sing me to sleep and sing a few times while making me pancakes." Beth kept insisting and it made Quinn angry. She was not ready for it. Quinn didn't even remember that she could sing and she wasn't prepared for that. Not now. "You even sing for Mr. Lamb." Beth put the stuffed animal in front of Quinn, smiling wide. "Please, mommy."

"I can't, I don't even know how to sing, it is impossible for me to sing you to sleep, Elizabeth." Santana continued to watch idly while Quinn was almost yelling at the little girl.

Beth couldn't understand. Mom used to sing almost every day. Quinn sang to her almost every night. Why didn't she want to sing? Quinn had a soft voice that Beth loved to hear. Beth could see something was wrong , because her mommy wouldn't talk to her like that. Her lovely mommy Q, would only say her full name "Elizabeth" when she got into trouble. Beth didn't understand why her mother was so angry, she just wanted Quinn to sing her to sleep.

Beth's little hazel eyes filled with tears and she made a small nozzle holding Quinn's hand pulling slowly. "Sing for me, mommy."

"For God's sake Elizabeth, how many times do I have to tell you that I can NOT sing?" Quinn shouted scaring Beth enough to make her jump. The little girl began to cry and ran into her room- When Quinn turned around, Santana was looking at her furiously. Her gaze was a little scary, and something told that she probably wanted to hit Quinn.

"Santana..." Quinn began to say, but Santana went straight to Beth's room found the little blonde lay in her bed crying on her pillow. Quinn followed, but stayed out of the room looking Santana approaching Beth and lie beside her.

"Bee?" Santana ran her hand in her daughter's back who was sobbing uncontrollably. "Hey, bug, it's okay," Santana's arms hug Beth tight.

"She," a sob scape Beth's month. "Sh-she didn't want to sing for me." Beth turned to look at Santana. "Why," sob. "Doesn't she want to sing, mamí?"

Santana's eyes filled with tears, just like Quinn who regretted bitterly having treated her daughter that way.

"Remember that Mami said that mommy has a medical problem and that we had to help her?" Beth nodded and Santana continued. "So there are some things that mommy can't remember." Santana knew she had to explain some things to Beth. "And unfortunately, she doesn't remember how to sing." Beth looked at her mother confused.

"She doesn't remember? But how she's going to sing for me now, mamí?" Beth let another sob out hugging her lamb. "I miss her voice." Santana kissed her daughter's check, bringing her close to the latina's body.

"I know, bee, I know." Santana's hands stroked Beth's hair gently trying to calm her down.

Quinn felt her heart broken. She shouldn't have done that with Beth. She shouldn't have projected her frustration in Beth. The little one was so loving and just wanted Quinn to sing her to sleep. She didn't deserve that. Quinn could have tried another way to make her sleep.

The blonde began to cry in the doorway and she couldn't get out. She couldn't get away and stop watching them. Fabray wanted to go and embrace Beth, but didn't know if she or Santana would let Quinn there with them. She didn't know what to do and chose to stay away.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy When skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Please do not take my sunshine away

Quinn looked into the room and heard a beautiful voice coming from inside and realized that was Santana was singing to the little Beth.

"I'll always love you and make you happy

And nothing else Could eat between

But if you leave me to love another

You'll regret it all someday"

All that Beth wanted was that her mother sang to make her sleep, but she was crying so much that Santana began to sing. The little one raised her head with her wet and red cheeks. She looked at Santana, one of Beth's little hands landed on Santana's cheek and she approached her face to her mother.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are grey

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away"

Beth closed her eyes and listened to her mamí's voice, she ran her chumb thumb stroking her mother's cheek slowly. Beth's nose leaned to Santana while the latina keep her close to her body.

"You told me once, dear, you really loved me

And no one else could come between

But now you've left me and love another

You have shattered all my dreams"

Quinn could hear Santana's perfect voice coming out of the room, and as much as she was loving it, Fabray wished it was her there, singing for Beth. The blonde sat on the couch still hearing her wife's strong voice.

Santana now singing the last verse of the song and look at Beth, the little one was asleep in her arms. The Latina dried her daughter's cheeks and got up careful not to wake her. When she leaving the room she saw Quinn in the couch, ignoring her. Before the blonde could say anything, Santana closed Beth's bedroom door and went back to her room.

"Santana." Quinn followed the latina and closed the door behind her. "I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt her."

"It's not me you need to apologize to, Quinn." Santana's voice was a mixture anger, jealousy, disappointment and hurt.

"Santana, I'm trying here, okay? But it's not easy.", Quinn took a deep breath and Santana narrowed her eyes turning to look at her wife.

"It is not easy? And you thing it's not being hard for me too?" Santana was visible hurt. Santana pointed to herself. "I have to hold the bar for me and Beth, and I'm hoping to at least get Beth to bring any memories back for you, but you can't remember anything." The latina let out a nervous laugh. "I know I must have patience Quinn because I want you to remember. God knows how much I want that, that's why I'm here, but you need to have patience too. She's just a little girl who doesn't know anything of what happened."

"I know." And Quinn really knew. She knew that if she wanted to remember Santana and Beth, she needed to have patience too. "I'm sorry."

"I already said. It's not me you have to apologize.", Santana paused. "By the way, yes you need to apologize to me too." Santana now remembered how painful was the dinner that night when she saw her wife flirting with Sam. "What was that in your parents' house? You could at least have tried to be less obvious."

"Pardon?" Now was Quinn turn to get confusing.

"You and Sam." Santana yelled startling Quinn. "How could you do that? I understand you don't remember who I am Quinn, but flirt with your ex in front of me? You could at least have respected the fact your daughter was there too." Quinn look surprise at Santana. She knew the latina was right, Quinn maybe had been flirting a little bit with Sam, but she did nothing else.

"What do you want? Santana, they are the only people I remember. He is the one I remember being engaged to. You wanted me to do what? Pretended not to know him?"

"No Quinn, I wanted you to at least respect the fact that I was there." Santana screamed as Quinn became increasingly irritated.

"You're a stranger to me, Santana. A stranger who I just found out is my wife. I came to this house with you, because I want to try to remember who I am, what I was, what happened in my life during those five years. How I was engaged to a young man and now I'm married with a woman," Quinn took a deep breath and a tear trickled from her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are."

Quinn's last words made Santana turn back to her. The Latina couldn't breathe, it was hurting too much, but this time it was as if a truck passed over her heart. Repeatedly. She couldn't breathe asbegin to cry. Everything was hurting. Everything. That was too much for her to hear. Her wife, the one she loved with all her heart was right there saying she didn't remember who she was.

"Santana?" Quinn called her and Santana kept crying without looking at her. An anger rose in her chest mixed with the unbearable pain she felt.

Santana starting walk through the door. At the last moment she turned back to Quinn staring at her with perfect hazel eyes.

"I'm your fucking wife." She yelled before leaving the room.

Quinn sat on the bed resting her head on her hands and couldn't stop the tears from falling. She didn't want to hurt anyone. She didn't want to hurt Beth. She didn't want to hurt Santana, but she couldn't remember them. Quinn couldn't remember the life she had in that house.

Santana walked out the back door going to Quinn's studio and closed the door. She turned on the light and sat on the floor placing her head on her hand as she cried. She was desperate. Her heart sank. Santana would do anything for Quinn. The latina loved her wife so much that she could and would do anything to get Quinn's memories back. All she wanted was the love of her life back.

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