Flashback

"Mami, Can I go now?" Beth was sitting on the couch with her legs over it while Quinn and Santana tried to make her sit still.

Quinn was painting a picture of her own daughter. It was something Beth wanted since she saw one of her mommy's paintings from her class. Beth was impatient sitting on the couch with her legs crossed. She wore a pink dress with black polka dots, a thin band on her waist and black turtleneck. Her hair was loose, falling just on her shoulder.

"No, baby girl, hold still a little longer." Santana sat on the other couch trying to keep Beth distracted. "How about we listen to Elizabeth Mitchell? So you can be mommy's model and listen to your favorite songs." The Latina suggested as she got up to change the music on Quinn's IPod.

"Loud. Really loud, mama."

"Beth, please, can you look to mommy for a bit?" Quinn drew Beth's attention.

"Mommy, I don't think I want to do this anymore. Can I go now?" Beth smiled, hoping that Quinn would say 'yes.'

"Hang on just a little longer, little one, and I'll let you go. I promise." The blonde kept her eyes focused on her daughter and continued to work on the canvas.

Ten minutes passed and Beth stood beating her little fingers on her legs. Santana watched her daughter and realized how much she was bored. Beth began to breathe deeply in and out, making noise with her mouth. Santana was laughing watching how funny her daughter was.

"May I leave now?" The little one asked pouting.

"Beth, you asked that ten minutes ago. It's not ready yet." Quinn was really patient with her daughter knowing for sure this wasn't easy for Beth.

Beth stayed in her position, throwing her head back and staring at the ceiling. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.-"

"Bee...?" Santana looked at the ceiling following her daughter's line, but didn't see anything.

"- 8, 9, 10. And now?"

"Beth!" Quinn said, then turned to her wife. "A little help, please?" The blonde pouted making Santana laugh.

"That girl is one in a million." Santana went to the kitchen picking up Beth's favorite cookie. Once she appeared with the cookie, the little one lifted her head, but Quinn caught her attention again. The Latina approached passing behind the couch where her daughter was and handed a cookie to Beth whispering in her ear. "Hey, bee, I know it's boring and I know you want to go and play, but if you are a big girl and stay there until the end, I'll let you eat all those cookies and then we'll give you ice cream." Santana stood blinking at her daughter.

Beth took a deep breath and nodded, smiling from ear to ear. She took her first bite of cookie and turned to look at Quinn smiling. Beth was still bored, but she really wanted those cookies and ice cream.

It took exactly thirty minutes for Quinn to finish her work. Beth had her head lying on the couch and was eating another cookie. Her hazel eyes began to close and Santana was worried about her daughter.

"Babe, are you finished? She is almost sleeping on that couch." The Latina approached Quinn looking at the picture that her wife was painting and was speechless.

Beth's figure in that picture was perfect, it was as if Quinn had enlarged a picture of her daughter and placed it there. From the details in the Beth's small blond hair to the details of her shoes, everything was perfect and Santana couldn't help but smile. Her wife was always great at what she did and Santana couldn't expect a different result.

"Just more ten minutes and I'm done. I promise." Quinn was just finishing her last deatils and could soon release the daughter.

Santana looked at Beth as she closed her eyes slowly holding her cookie on top of her dress. She couldn't wait ten minutes, the little one needed sleep, it was time for her nap and she couldn't hold it any longer.

"Baby," Santana caught the blonde who looked toward Beth. "Come one, let me put her to bed. She's sleeping." The Latina smiled as soon as Quinn pouted "Don't make those puppy dog eyes, because I will not fall for that, I have learned to resist that adorable face of yours."

"Oh you do?" Quinn was still pouting and her sweet voice made Santana look away.

"Stop. I'm imune to this." The Latina said laughingly approaching Quinn. "Seriously, mi amor." Santana approached the blonde to peck Quinn's lips. "I already gave you the ten minutes, it's now time for her to rest."

Quinn put her rbushes on the table and rested her free hand on the Latina's neck. "Am I a bad mother for doing this to my daughter?" Quinn looked at Beth. "She's so tired, I feel horrible."

"No, baby, you're not." Santana turned laughing and stared at her wife's hazel eyes. "I think she was so excited about this that she didn't think how boring this could be. Let me take her, okay? She needs to rest."

"Yeah, I knew she wouldn't handle this, but she was so excited when she saw one of my paintings last week. I think she thought it would be easy to just stay there... But we know she can't stay quiet for that long." Quinn laughed. "But yeah, take her. I already finished it and I also need to rest." Quinn pecked Santana's lips letting her go to finally take her daughter to bed.

End

"Quinn?" Frannie entered her sister's room in the morning and saw her lying on her bed. "Hey, are you okay, little sis? What happened?"

Quinn moved, cuddled with her bear looking for her sister's arms. She didn't answer, just pouted and made room for Frannie to lay with her. "I went out last night." The blonde began as soon as her sister settled beside her.

"That's great, Quinnie." Frannie said, excited to see that her sister had returned to her normal life.

"With Santana." The blonde whispered making Frannie look at her.

"You did. And how it was?"

"It was great, she was very caring and so funny. She showed me how we met and where we had our first date." Frannie smiled, excited for her sister.

"You know what? I like Santana, Quinn. She's seems like a good person." Frannie said, and Quinn was silent for a few seconds.

"I like her too, she could be a good... friend?" Quinn paused and started to cry silently.

"Quinn, are you crying?" Frannie's voice was soft and she opened her arms to embrace her sister. "Aw baby, what's wrong?"

"I don't know what to do, Frann. She's great, but I don't know what I want, I'm afraid to get my memories back and not like the life I had or like it too much." Quinn paused. "I don't know... And Sam.-"

"What about Sam?" Frannie asked confused. The truth is that only their parents knew the real reason Quinn broke her engagement. Russell didn't let anyone else know, avoiding letting even his oldest daughter know what had happened. Quinn only claimed to her friends and sister that her life had changed and had opened her eyes realizing that Sam wasn't the one. Frannie knew something had happened, she wasn't stupid, but respecting her parents, she didn't ask any questions.

"I don't know. We kissed yesterday and for a moment I missed him, but when I was with Santana later, it was as if I didn't even remember Sam at all." Quinn whimpered with her head lying against her sister's chest. "I don't know what to do."

"Look, I never understood and also never knew why you broke up with Sam, but after him, Quinn you were happy and seeing how Santana looked at you, it was as if she had made you even happy for years." Frannie paused. "I wish I could protect you and help you, but I don't know how. Sam sure did something, but I don't know what it was. Mom and dad never told me or anyone else, so, I'm just telling you to be careful, okay? But, I'll make it clear that I am 100% team Santana. Try to understand what happened between you and Sam before you go after him, okay? Please. I don't want to see you hurt this time."

"I honestly don't remember why we broke up, but... God! Everything is so confusing. He asked me out, but I feel like this will be a mistake if I go out with Sam after spending the night with Santana, my wife." Quinn closed her eyes, breathing deeply.

"Quinn, you don't have to go out with him just because he asked you to." Frannie said. "To be honest, I never liked him and I don't like him taking advantage of your lost memory to get close to you again. Be careful and if you want to know what happened or to try and see if he can help you somehow go and just talk to him, like friends who haven't seen each other for years. But please, choose the right person." Frannie kissed Quinn's head. "And of course, choose someone soon so I know who I'll need to invite to my engagement party." Frannie smiled now telling the news to her sister.

"What?" Quinn quickly got up and saw her sister, showing her hand with the huge ring that Brian had given her. "Oh my God!" The blonde shouted.

"I'm going to get married."

"Congratulations Frann, I'm so happy for you." Quinn hugged her sister tight. "I promise I will decide soon and tell you who you can invite."

"Who can I invite to be your date. Because you know dad will invite Sam anyway. "Frannie rolled her eyes. "I hope your choice is the right one, little Q."

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"Santana?" Brittany shouted entered the Latina's house that morning with little Beth.

"In the bedroom." Beth ran to find her mother.

"Mami!" Beth hugged Santana's legs waiting for mami to catch her up. "Aunt Britt took me to dance class and then we went to eat pizza." She said excited, hugging her mami.

"Oh yeah? Did you had fun?"

"Yes! It was really cool, mama. We watched Tinker Bell before bed." The Latina rolled her eyes staring at Brittany.

"Really? Tinker Bell? Again?" The two friends started laughing and Beth got off her mami's lap to lay on the bed next to her purse.

"I can't say no to this cute pie. She wanted Tinker Bell, so. But tell me, how was last night?" Brittany stood in the doorway arched her eyebrow with a smirk plastered on her face.

"It was amazing, B." The Latina had no words to describe her night with Quinn, but could only smile and smile. "Everything worked exactly as I planned and this only increased my hopes that she can get back to me, remembering or not. I can make her fall in love with me again."

"I'm happy for you, S. In fact, I was hoping for everything to work. Now the details." Brittany smiled into the room and sat on the bed next to Beth.

The Latina looked to her daughter who seemed to be almost asleep in her mami's bed. She wouldn't say anything with Beth in the room.

The Latina was dying to tell her night to her friend. She was so happy she could tell that story over and over again. But she could not do it in front of Beth.

"Bee, are you going to sleep?" Santana asked as Beth's eyes closed and opened quickly. The Latina approached her daughter pulling the little one to lie down on the pillow and threw a small blanket over Beth.

"Let's talk in the other room." Brittany said getting up and both left the room.

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Quinn was at the table with her parents and sister having breakfast. It was like every morning exactly as she remembered. The four of them sat there without saying a word, just looking at each other and eating.

After she kissed Sam and spent most of the night with Santana, the blonde could not be more confused, but something inside her was sure. She would return to the law school. Quinn never understood why she had dropped to arts. It never was her choice. When she was a little girl, maybe, but now she wanted to be a lawyer and her father always told her this was a good thing for her and one day she would work with him and Sam.

"I'm going back to law school." The blonde broke the silence making her parents look at her in surprise. "I decided that last night, but wanted to make sure before telling you guys."

"Lucy, that's great. I'm very glad you're making the right decision." Judy smiled holding her daughter's hand showing their support.

"I am very happy, Lucy. Now you can work with me in the office next to Sam," Russell said. "It is best for you to be with family now." The blonde smiled just looking for her sister who was looking at her with an arched eyebrow, rolling her eyes. "And when do you start?"

"Next week." Quinn smiled turning to look at her father.

"Great, Lucy."

"Can you please stop calling me Lucy? My name is Quinn."

Once Quinn finished her coffee, her cell phone rang. She looked at the screen and saw that it was Sam. The blonde let the phone ring a few times and then answered.

"Hey Sam." She walked away from some privacy.

"Hello Quinn, I called to see if you're okay." Sam's voice was soft

"I'm fine, thank you. And you?" Quinn couldn't help but smile to see how silly all this was. She knew he wanted something with this call.

"Oh, I'm good. I'm good." He paused. "Mmm... Some of our old friends are going out tonight and I was wondering if you'd like to go? You know, they haven't seen you for years and they miss you."

Quinn listened attentively to Sam's invitation, but she didn't know whether to accept or not. I mean, it was just a reunion with her old friends, right? She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and remembering what her sister told her that morning.

"Of course, I'd love to." Quinn said without thinking twice. Meeting with some old friends wouldn't be so bad. "It'll be fun." The blonde smiled looking at her own nails.

"Cool. OK, I'll pick you up at... 8pm?."

"Okay, I'll be waiting." Quinn waited for him to say goodbye and then hung up the phone.

The blonde was so confused that she didn't know what she was doing, but the only thing she knew at that moment was she would go out to have fun with some old friends and her former ex-fiance`

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"Britt, it was amazing, and even though she didn't remember, Quinn acted just like my Quinn." Santana finished telling Brittany about her night with excitement in her voice. "I hope all this is not just a dream."

"I'm so excited for you, I can't stop smiling." Brittany held the Latina's hand, making her friend laugh. "I'm really happy, San. I think it's time you stop being sad and have your happy Quinn again. You, more than anyone, deserve it." Brittany smiled stroking her friend's hand. "You are my best friend and I want you to be happy. I know the pain is different, but it's hard for us see you like this. We try to help but.-"

"Brittany, you guys are the best friends in the world." Santana smiled interrupting the blonde. "I don't know what I would do if it weren't for you."

"Yeah, I'm pretty awesome." Brittany joked throwing her hair to the side. "But seriously, What are you going to do now?"

"I want to call her and ask her out again. I don't want to lose what we had last night, but don't want to get too excited, you know? Let her have her space too." The Latina was lost in thought about her next move. "I thought of calling her, we can have lunch together, but I don't know if it's too fast."

"What? Of course not. I think it would be great." Brittany encouraged Santana.

Santana took a deep breath and thought maybe Brittany was right. It's just lunch, it would not do any harm. Surely Quinn would accept. The Latina took her cell phone out and called the number she knows by heart.

"Hello?" Quinn's soft voice appeared on the other side of the phone.

"Hi, Q. It's Santana, how are you?"

"I know it's you." That made Santana smile hard. "I'm fine and you? How's Beth?"

"We are great." Santana smiled "The reason for my call is because I thought we could go out to lunch together." Santana paused. "If you already have something else to do you can tell me. it's okay."

"No." Santana could hear the blonde laughing. "I don't have anything to do and I'd love to go to lunch with you."

"Really?" The Latina paused for a second, thinking she heard it wrong, but afraid for Quinn to say anything so she continued. "Great, then I'll leave the bee with -" Santana looked at Brittany who pouted and soon the Latina understood that her friend couldn't stay with Beth this afternoon. "With Kurt or Rachel and pick you up"

"It's ok. I'll be ready in an hour." Santana smiled biting the corner of her lips.

They said goodbye and hung up when the Latina immediately called Kurt scheduling a day of babysitting with her friend.

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Quinn sure was making a mess now. She would have lunch with Santana then later go out with Sam. She was getting crazy and sure needed to think before acting. The blonde didn't want to hurt Santana. Everything was so new to her: this life, Beth, Santana, even Sam and her family. She had no idea what she was doing.

The blonde finished dressing up in a pair of jeans with boots and a gray printed blouse. It was the outfit she felt comfortable in and thought that for lunch she would not need so much.

The doorbell rang and she turned to pick up her purse, Quinn found the box that Santana had given her last night. She hadn't seen that yet and decided to open it before leaving and inside the box she found a DVD video and a photo album. Quinn furrowed her brow putting the DVD on her shelf and opened the album. As soon as she saw her name and Santana on the back, she closed it quickly.

Quinn knew what it was. This was their wedding photo album and she wasn't ready to see. Not now. Maybe another day? The blonde put the album back into her wardrobe and left her room, taking her purse.

"Hi, Q." Santana greeted Quinn as soon as the blonde opened the door.

"Hi, San." Quinn closed the door behind her as she approached Santana.

"Shall we?" The Latina asked reaching for Quinn, but this time the blonde just nodded without say anything.

Santana chose not to question. She didn't want to make this a big deal. Quinn was being quiet, but the important thing is that they would spend the afternoon together. The Latina opened the car door for Quinn and felt that the something was off with the blonde. She started to get scared, but tried to remain calm.

The drive to the restaurant was quiet and Santana didn't know what to do and asked the first thing that came to her mind. "Did you see what I gave you last night?"

"Mhm, I did." Quinn stared at the outside through the window.

"Quinn, you don't have to watch if you don't want to. I just thought it might help you to remember some things." Santana's voice was soft.

"I know, is just that. -" Quinn paused finally looking at Santana. "I don't know if I'm ready to watch or flip through the album. I-I don't know it I can. At least not now." The blonde's words made Santana hold her breath.

"Take your time."

Santana stopped her car in the restaurant parking lot and Quinn wasn't paying attention until the Latina opened the door of her car again for Quinn.

"Sorry." Quinn looked up and couldn't help but smile. "Macaroni grill?" The blonde asked as Santana took her hand.

"Time to find out after what? Seven years?" Santana frowned. "If they even have special toasted ravioli." Quinn started to laugh. "You can't live without knowing that."

As they entered the restaurant the waitress led them to a small table for two, leaving the menus for them.

"Please. - "The Latina began to talk to the waitress before she left. "The last time I came here was more or less about six, seven years ago and at that time you had a special toasted ravioli." The Latina smiled friendly as Quinn watched her holding her laughter. "Do you still have that special?"

"Of course." As soon as the waitress replied, Santana looked at Quinn smiling and winking at the blonde who began to laugh. "It turned to be our special."

"Great, that's what we want." Santana returned the menu to the girl in front of her and Quinn did the same as the waitress left. "Can you believe that?" Santana wrinkled her nose joking at being surprised.

"Are you even real, Santana Lopez?." Quinn kept laughing shaking her head.

"Well, I'm here in front of you, so -." The Latina smile sweetly.

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They had finished eating after an easy conversation with each other. Santana paid the bill and both were standing now outside the car. Quinn did'nt understand why they were still there, but only watched Santana smiled.

"I want to show you something." The Latina had a plan in mind. She wanted to take Quinn to a special place.

"OK ... -" Quinn said suspiciously. "Will we stay here forever?" Santana laughed and shook her head saying 'no.'

"I was just wondering if I should show you this now or not. After all, you gave me a Valentine's gift that day, but -" Santana paused, whispering. "I didn't have time to give you yours."

At the same time, Quinn's whole body tensed. Fabray didn't know if it would be a good idea. Quinn didn't know if she wanted that or if she was even ready for that, but at the same time, she didn't want to hurt Santana even more.

Santana drove in silence and this time it was she who couldn't face Quinn. They would drive exactly to the same place where the accident happened and when they reached the lighthouse, Santana took a deep breath. She could still hear the noise that truck made when it crashed her car, flipping Quinn away from her arms. After the accident she avoided that way.

She mentally said a thank-you when the light turned green and she drove a few minutes into the parking lot of the Grey Art Gallery. Quinn didn't understand what that meant, but chose not to question.

Both got out of the car and Quinn followed Santana into the gallery. As they entered, Santana held the blonde's wrist. "Before the accident, you were hoping this gallery would accept all your paintings and arts for a show." Santana started talking smiling. "They were taking more than a week and you were getting anxious and thinking about giving up, but I knew that to exhibit your works here was practically your dream. Even if there are other galleries in NYC, this was always your favorite." The Latina smiled taking Quinn's hand.

Quinn didn't say anything, she knew it would be another surprise and she didn't know if she really wanted to see that. Santana stopped in front of a large red door and before Quinn asked anything, the Latina pushed open the double doors, revealing a huge room. Quinn went through the doors and Santana could see inside the room that held several paintings and sculptures.

"I convinced them to exhibit your work just a week before Valentine's Day, because I knew you'd love it." Santana paused. "That was your dream, Q. And this would be the first gallery to show how good and talented you are." Santana approached Quinn who was too surprised to say anything. "And there's a picture in particular that has always been my favorite." Santana pointed behind the blonde and Quinn turned around.

When Quinn laid her eyes on the painting, tears began to drip on her cheek. It was beautiful, it was perfect. She walked over and began to grin like a fool. The framed work was large and had strokes and fine details that Quinn had never seen before. The Latina approached bringing her lips close to Quinn's ear whispering.

"This is also her favorite." Santana smiled.

"It's Beth." Quinn whispered as her fingers gently laid by her daughter's face in the painting. "It's beautiful, Santana."

Beth was really beautiful in that painting. Her smile was lovely and her little hands on her legs gave a bit of charm to the picture.

"D-did I make this?" Quinn got close, seeing again her signature in the corner "God, I don't even know what to say." Quinn looked at the Latina and for a second could see how perfect it should have been all these years with Santana. A surprise like that... It's just huge. Her breath began to fail and she turned away from Santana.

"She was very excited at the beginning with the idea of having a painting of her that she said would last forever. But then she started getting bored. -" Santana spoke, but Quinn kept her back to her. "She couldn't stop asking if she could move or get off the couch. I had to give her cookies to eat all the time. I think she ate around ten cookies until the time she fell asleep holding one in her hand." Santana chuckled.

Quinn was silent for a while. Her head began to ache and her breathing was hurting, she put her hand on her chest and could feel a little pain. She regretted not loving Santana. It was painful to hear an stranger talking so lovingly about you and you couldn't remember anything. It was hard to see Santana so happy while Quinn didn't even know what she was doing.

"I miss you." Santana paused. "I miss our life together. I miss you every second. I-I love you, Quinn." The last words made Quinn cry silently. It was hard not being able to answer back because she simply couldn't remember Santana.

"Can you take me home?" Quinn whispered.

"Quinn." Santana put her hand on the blonde's arm, but Quinn walked away.

"Santana, please." Quinn was getting upset.

"Of course." The Latina felt a pang of disappointment and waited for Quinn to go first.

The way back to the Fabray's was silent. They didn't look at each other and the silence was killing Santana inside. The Latina didn't want Quinn to feel down for some reason. She just wanted to see the blonde's smile at her displayed artwork, to see how she was a good artist and was beginning to be recognized for her great work.

As soon as Santana parked in front of Quinn's home, the blonde got out in a hurry, but Santana ran after her and grabbed her wrist. "Quinn, I'm sorry, I don't want you to think I'm pushing you into this."

"No Santana, let me go, please." Quinn started crying and Santana could see how sad she was. "I can't do this, I'm sorry, but I can't."

Santana looked at her blankly, dropping Quinn's arm. "Quinn, don't. Don't say that." Santana's heart was beating so fast and the pain she felt made her want to cry. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have shown you that. It was too early."

"You don't understand." Quinn was frustrated. "I can't. I can't do this anymore, please." Quinn was crying.

"No, Quinn, I love you. I love you so much." Santana grabbed Quinn's face and bought their lips together. For a moment Quinn kissed her back and her hands rested on Santana's arm.

"Santana don't. -" Quinn stopped the kiss, but rested her forehead against Santana's "Please, I don't want to hurt you more than I already have."

"I don't mind it, Quinn, I want you back. I just want you to remember who I am, baby." Quinn's stomach arched hearing Santana saying those words with so much love.

"I can't do this, I'm sorry. I need to go. I'm sorry." Quinn pushed out of Santana's arms and went inside her house closing the door, leaning against it, crying. It was becoming increasingly difficult. She took a deep breath trying to compose herself, feeling as if her heart would burst out of her chest. Hearing a stranger saying those three words so sincerely made her want to scream. This was frustrating and made her so confused that her head hurt so badly. As she wept, her phone rang in her pocket. She grabbed it and held it staring at the screen and saw that Sam sent her a message.

Sam Evans: Hey, just checking to make sure you're still up for tonight.

Quinn took a deep breath without knowing what to say. She had just come out of a hurricane in her head and Sam was already coming after her, but perhaps going out with her friend would help her relax for a few hours and forget everything that was going on. Forget. Ironic, isn't it? The blonde thought, wiping her cheeks before answering.

Quinn Fabray: Sure, Sam. See you later.

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