Chapter 9

Author: LexysCPD
Words: 2,152
Disclaimer: I only own the plot, not the show.
Author's notes: I plan to finish this. I had converted it into a Fifth Harmony story and had it finished. Now I have to re-convert it to a Glee story.

Updated: September 17, 2018


When Santana was 18, she was bored with her life. She's always liked excitement. She always liked not knowing what was going to happen next.

So when she got a chance for excitement, she took it. She sprinted into the unknown, and never looked back. Because of the step she took, she got a wife and a daughter who she loved very much.

She left home when she was sixteen. That way, her father wouldn't have an extra mouth to feed. She did struggle those two years, but after she got a hang on surviving, she wanted more of an adventure.

"Mama!" Two year old Quinn screamed as she ran around the room. Quinn had gotten into the sugar and had been excited.

Santana smiled as she picked the girl up and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "How is my little girl doing?"

Quinn giggled. "I good. I big girl!"

Santana laughed. "You're a big girl? I won't have to carry you then."

Quinn pouted. "I no big girl."

Laughing, Santana pulled her close. "You are so lucky you are adorable."

"I 'dowable a'cause you my mama," Quinn said, giving Santana a smirk.

Santana shook her head. "We are so special. I love you."

"Mama, story?" Quinn asked, placed her head on Santana's shoulder.

Santana smiled and went to the girl's bedroom. She tucked her in bed and sat down next to her. Quinn squirmed a bit before turning her green eyes to Santana. "Story?"

Santana smiled.

Santana stared at the sleeping girl. Quinn saw curled up on her bed, unconscious.

"What are you doing?" Brittany asked, walking up to the woman.

Santana turned to look at Brittany. "We've done a good job with her, right?"

"The best. She's a strong girl," Brittany responded, wrapping her arms around her mate.

"I feel like something is going to happen," Santana whispered, turing to kiss Brittany's cheek.

"You're a mother."

Santana was confused about that and turned to face Brittany. "Quinn is your daughter. And you worry about her. And you want to protect her. Her potential relationship with Rachel scares you, because she won't be your little girl anymore."

Santana let out a laugh. "What are you talking about? She'll always be my little girl."

"You know, I still remember when you were so against us raising Quinn."

Rolling her eyes, she let out a small laugh.

"She was a poop machine. Of course I didn't want to deal with her, especially with our strong senses. But she kind of grew on me."

"Yeah, kind of. If I remember correctly, you never wanted to let her down. You had to have her in your arms."

Santana narrowed her eyes. "Shut up."

Brittany let out a soft laugh. "Let's go get breakfast ready. Let her sleep a little longer. I don't thinks he's been getting a full night's sleep."

Santana looked at Quinn one more time before leaving.

Glee

"Do you remember how we met?" Santana asked, looking at Brittany.

The older vampire smirked. "Oh, you were such a sarcastic asshole."

"You loved that," Santana responded, as she prepared Quinn's breakfast.

"If I remember correctly, I wanted nothing to do with you," Brittany said, shaking her head.

"You allowed me to talk you up."

Brittany placed the food down, and turned to Santana. Within seconds, Brittany stood in front of Santana. "I did."

"Do you remember what I did after?"

"I do," Brittany whispered, staring into Santana's eyes.

The younger vampire smirked, before attaching their lips together.

"You two are gross," Quinn said from the doorway.

The vampires detached and turned to look at the human who was rubbing their eyes.

"You're just jealous," Santana said, as both vampires went back to make breakfast for the human.

"Jealous that I haven't had my face sucked off, sure," Quinn shot back, letting out a yawn.

Santana looked at Brittany, both their minds going to Quinn's ex-boyfriend that she didn't remember.

There were moments Santana regretted compelling their daughter. But they did feel like they did the right thing, because they were protecting the girl. They were protecting their daughter from the damage Biff would have caused.

But they knew Quinn could never know what they did.

"What's for breakfast?" Quinn asked, sitting at the table.

"Pancakes and eggs," Santana answered, going back to making the breakfast.

Quinn nodded and sat down at the table, her head on her hands as she watched her mothers prepare the food.

Glee

There were so many things running in her head as she sat at her desk, drawing. She was drawing a cliff, one that she had seen many times in her dreams.

She didn't know what the dream meant, but she knew it was important.

She drew three small figures at the top, as two facing one.

There was a knock on her door, causing her to turn and look at it. She saw Santana standing there.

"What are you working on?" Santana asked, walking into the room, towards Quinn. She looked at the drawing. "That looks nice. What does it mean?"

"Not all drawing mean something," Quinn muttered, grabbing the piece of paper and crunching it up.

"They do when they are yours," Santana said, grabbing the paper and spreading it out on the table.

Quinn shrugged. "Not this one. Did you want something?"

"Oh yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping with me? I was thinking of taking Mani out on a date again and I need a new outfit."

Quinn nodded. "Sure. Let me get changed. I'll meet you at the living room."

Santana kissed the top of Quinn's head and walked out.

The hazel eyed girl looked at the drawing, before crumbling up and throwing it into the trash can with the other drawing she made.

They weren't important.

Glee

Quinn bit into the pizza. "You're just staring at me."

Santana smirked. "I always do."

"It was cute when I was younger, but now it's creepy," Quinn said, looking up at her mother.

"Yeah, well you used to be cute when you were younger, then you grew up," Santana shot back, the smirk still on her face.

Quinn stared at her, and narrowed her eyes. "You are mean."

"And you're a loser."

Quinn bit her pizza. She took a breath. "Do you miss your family? Your brothers, sisters, parents?"

Santana sighed. "I do. I think about them. But I know this was where I was supposed to be."

Quinn stared at the table, while she pressed against the ground. "I-If I chose not to be a vampire, would you miss me?"

"If you chose to leave for whatever reason, I will miss you. You will always have my heart Quinn, always."

Quinn smiled. She nodded her head. "I love you, even if you love to tease me so much."

Santana gave her a smirk. "It's how I show my love. I call Brittany Fart Face all the time."

Quinn laughed out loud. She shook her head. "You are something special, you know that?"

"I know, that's what your mother said when she met me," Santana said, a fond smile on her face.

"Can you tell the story? I love hearing it."

Santana nodded her head.

"It was 1705, and I was in a bar."

Santana looked around, her head covered with a cloth. Women weren't allowed inside, but she didn't care. Doing things that broke rules gave her a rush.

She looked around, before stopping to look at another feminine figure. Santana raised her hand and ordered two drinks, her voice deep to keep the disguise up.

Once she had them, Santana stood up and walked to the person, placing a drink in front of them.

"I didn't order anything," the person said, the voice feminine.

Santana smirked. She knew she had an attraction to females early in her life. She knew it wasn't acceptable, but she didn't care. It was her life and no one could control it.

"I ordered for you," Santana said, smiling.

The person looked up. Santana stared into the brown eyes she would later fall in love with.

"Thank you."

"Is this seat taken?" Santana asked, pointing to the seat across from her.

The woman shook her head. Santana sat down and took a sip of her drink, staring at the other woman.

"My name is Santana."

"Brittany."

"Brittany," Santana repeated to herself. She smiled. "That's a beautiful name."

The other woman smiled. "My parents loved that name."

"Your parents were lucky to have you. I wish I could look at you everyday, underneath me."

Quinn laughed until her face was red.

"I can't believe she didn't slap you."

"I think she wanted, but being a vampire, it would kill me."

Quinn grinned. "And she still gave you a chance?"

"She had too. I wouldn't stop bothering her."

"And you chose to be a vampire?"

Santana nodded. "I begged for it."

"If you change me, you can spend forever with me," Santana said, looking at her girlfriend.

Brittany shook her head. "No. This isn't fun and games."

"I know that. But this is a way to spend an eternity with you. I love you Mani."

"You don't know what you're asking for."

"I'm asking for you."

"I can't change you Santana Lopez. I can't."

"I'll kill myself."

Brittany frowned. "What?"

"I won't live without you. I won't have you watch me as I grow old and die."

"So you'll die young? You have your whole life in front of you."

"It's not the life I want," Santana whispered, stepping closer to Brittany. "I don't want it if you and I can't be together until the end of life."

Brittany clenched her teeth, before grabbing Santana and pulling her for a kiss. The human returned the kiss, before Brittany detached their lips and bit her neck.

"So romantic," Quinn deadpanned, shaking her head, "coercing Mama into changing you."

Santana smirked. "What can you say, I'm a charmer."

Quinn smiled. "Yeah, we all know that."

"Finish eating so we can continue shopping," Santana said, shaking her head.

Quinn stuck out her tongue before finishing her pizza.

Glee

"Do you want to be with Quinn?" Brittany asked, frowning.

"I don't know," Rachel answered, staring at her hands. She rubbed her hands together.

"If you just want to play with her heart, then I want you to stay away from her," Brittany told her, "or else I will rip out your dead heart and shove it so far up in your ass, you will still be here."

Rachel blinked a few times, before grinning. "That's a new one. I want to be friends with Quinn. I want to see what we could be, you know?"

"Quinn has been through a lot," Brittany told her, looking down.

"I'm going to do the best I can to keep her safe. She's my mate. And I'm the vampire. I'll keep her safe, even if we don't end up together," Rachel said, standing up and shoving her hands in her pocket.

"And if you two date?"

"I'll take her out on dates. I will give her flowers. I will open doors for her. I'll treat her as the princess she deserves to be."

"So you'll be the one with the pants in the relationship?"

If Rachel could blush, she would be. She started pacing. "Yeah?"

Brittany laughed. "You and Santana would be the best friends if you gave each other the chance. Santana likes to, what people this generation calls daddy. I let her believe she is."

Rachel joined in the laughing.

"Daddy? Each generation gets weirder and weirder."

She walked to the wall with pictures on it. Many were of Quinn at different ages in her life.

"You found her?" Rachel asked, grabbing a picture of two year old Quinn.

"In a car accident that took the life of her parents."

Rachel nodded, placing the picture up. She grabbed another. "She was cute as a child."

"And now?"

Rachel turned with a smirk. "Beautiful. I'm lucky she's my mate."

Brittany nodded. "You are, Daddy Berry."

Laughing, Rachel shook her head. "Don't call me that."

"Don't like it?"

Rachel shook her head. "Its weird."

Brittany laughed. Rachel went to sit back down. Before they could continue to talk, Santana and Quinn walked in.

Quinn looked surprised. "Rae? What are you doing here?"

"I needed to talk to, wait, Rae?"

Blushing, Quinn looked away. "Well, you call me Q, so I thought I would give you your own nickname."

Rachel smiled. "I like it."

Santana cleared her throat. "You wanted to talk to us about something?"

Rachel nodded her head, her face serious again. "Yeah. There is something you need to know. Someone is coming, and they are coming to kill Quinn."