A/N- Not much to say...I should have a Beta by 12/27, then we'll edit the whole story.

Disclaimer- Glee's still not mine ): [Neither is Hotel Del, that's a really nice hotel in Coronado.]

Mine- Dennis, Mackenzie, Mackenzie's pets

Chapter 6: Terms, Conditions, and Dotted Lines

Quinn called Sugar and asked for a ride home.

"Why?" Sugar asked, "Can't Santana just-"

"Sugar, seriously, now is not the time!" Quinn's voice cracked.

"...Okay, Q. I'm on my way."

"Thank you. I'm in front of Hotel Del."

About five minutes later, Sugar was pulling up right in front of Quinn. She got out before Quinn could approach the car, and opened the passenger seat of her black Bentley.

"Thanks," Quinn muttered. Her eyes were red.

"No problem, hon." Sugar said. She closed the door, just as someone called Quinn's name. Sugar looked at the hotel's entrance and saw Santana.

"Sugar? What are you doing here? Where's Quinn?" Santana yelled.

"Haven't you done enough?" Sugar asked as she walked around the car.

"You don't know shit, Mota!"

"Uh huh,' Sugar rolled her eyes. She winked at Santana before ducking into the car. Santana ran to the sidewalk, but she was too late. Sugar's tires screeched as she pulled away.

"What the hell," Santana breathed. She watched until the car was out of view.

"Mind telling me why this is happening?" Sugar asked as she adjusted the rear view mirror. She glanced at Quinn and frowned. "Hey. Whats up?"

"I'm going to Paris."

"What? Why? I thought you were going to let them put the kid in foster care?"

"I can't do that. Plus, I really want to get out of New York." Quinn sighed.

"Because of Santana?"

Quinn shrugged.

"That bitch. I'm coming with you."

"No," Quinn shook her head. "I wont make you do that."

Sugar laughed, "I could use a vacation. I'm going. Besides, I'm your best friend. I won't let you go through this alone."

"I really fucked up, Noah." Santana sighed.

"What'd you do this time?"

"I was just being honest."

Puck crossed his arms and walked closer to Santana, who was sitting down on his unmade bed. "What did you say, Lopez?"

"I told her I wasn't in love with her."

Puck raised an eyebrow. "You didn't tell her that after she told you she loved you, right?"

Santana slumped a little lower. In hindsight, that probably wasn't her greatest idea.

"Dumb ass move, San." Puck shook his head and took a seat next to Santana.

"I know! It was after I sung that song for her. The one where I say it's not love, but I want her to stay anyway. I thought that made it clear." Santana whined.

"Well..what happened after that?"

"She said she needed air, but when I went to go check on her, her bitch ass friend, Sugar, was there."

"Sugar Mota? The Mota who's dad signed us? The Mota from high school?"

"Sugar Crazy-Ass-Nosy-Ass Mota who has a crush on Quinn." Santana grumbled.

"You know what you sound like?" Puck asked as he placed his hand on Santana's shoulder. Santana hummed in response. "Someone who has a little more than friendly love for Quinn."

"Santana! Santana! Over here!" People shouted. Santana kept her head down and her sunglasses perched on her nose as she made her way through the crowd. "Santana, please! Give me a smile!" Someone called out.

"Excuse me.." she muttered as she walked.

"Santana! Tell us about that hazel eyed beauty from the club!"

"Yeah, San! Who was she! Is she your girlfriend?" They yelled at her. Santana pursed her lips and bit her tongue.

"Where is she!" A man shouted.

"I don't fucking know, please leave me alone!" Santana shouted.

"Alright everyone, back it up!" Someone boomed. Santana smiled at the sight of Puck. He took her hand in his and guided her into the hotel, leaving all of the flashing cameras behind.

"Every time, Puck." She said as soon as they were safe in her hotel room. "With all of those lights...all of them yelling. I fucking hate it."

"I know," Puck said softly.

"They always ask about Quinn! Ever since that dumb ass magazine came out, they won't stop asking about her." Three weeks ago, the day after Quinn cut Santana off, a magazine came out. On the cover, Quinn was gripping Santana like a lifeline on the back of her motorcycle.

"I'm sorry, San."

"I just wish I knew where she was. How she's doing. If she hates me still." Santana whispered.

Three weeks ago

Paris, France

"Ms. Fabray, it's very nice to see you. How was your flight?" Dennis asked.

"Eight hours of thinking about-" Quinn glanced at Sugar, and bit her tongue to prevent Santana's name from coming out. "

"We'll be driving straight to my office for all of the paper work, if that's alright with you?"

"Of course," Quinn mumbled. "Am I meeting her today?"

"She's currently at her home with the nanny. But, yes."

"Stellar," Quinn said. They sat in the backseat of a limo. Sugar fell asleep and rested her head on Quinn's shoulder. The blonde couldn't help but think about how she'd much rather have Santana in Sugar's seat.

"And lastly, sign right here," Dennis pointed at the last dotted line. Quinn scrunched her brows and thought. If she signed that, she'd legally be Mackenzie's mother. She'd be responsible for another life.

"Oh, what the hell." Quinn sighed before writing her name in cursive.

"Alright," Dennis neatly stacked all of the papers together. "I'll be faxing copies to you as soon as possible."

"Thank you." Quinn replied. Her voice was hardly over a whisper.

"Hey," Sugar said. "It's okay."

"What do I even say to her?" Quinn asked. She didn't ask anyone in particular, it sounded like she was just thinking out loud.

"You can start with, 'Everything's going to be alright.'" Dennis said.

"Uncle Dennis!" A little girl shouted. Dennis, Quinn, and Sugar stood in the doorway. The small blonde child ran into Dennis's arms.

"Hey kiddo," Dennis smiled. He scooped her up effortlessly. "This is Quinn, your aunt."

"Hey," Quinn said. The girl frowned.

"Mackenzie, you'll be moving in with Quinn in a few days." Dennis told her. Mackenzie shook her head firmly.

"I can't move in with a stranger, Dennis! Why can't I just stay with you?" The girl whined. Quinn looked at her. She was a spitting image of Frannie. Her blonde hair trailed down her back and almost touched her rear end. She must have gotten the clear skin from her father, Frannie was covered in freckles. Her eyes were a grayish blue color, and her lips were set in a pout. She wore black shorts and a long sleeved white shirt with a black vest. To top it off, she wore a gray beanie. 'Wow', Quinn thought, 'A nine year old has better style than me.'

"She's family, Mack." Dennis smiled. Mackenzie shook her head again.

"No. You're family. She just looks like me."

"Maybe I should introduce myself," Quinn smiled. "Hi, I'm Quinn Fabray." She held out her hand. Mackenzie stared at it with an arched eyebrow, then looked at Dennis again.

"Please tell her that I'm not going to New York, or speaking to her. I'm very tired, Please tell nanny that I'm putting myself to bed." With that, Mackenzie turned around and walked to her over-sized dresser; leaving Quinn with a dumbfounded look and an outstretched hand. "I have to change." Mackenzie rolled her eyes. Quinn nodded, and the three of them backed out of her room.

"Wow.." Quinn muttered.

"She reminds me of myself at that age," Sugar said with an amused smile, "a brat."

"You can't say that! She just lost her mom," Quinn hissed. Sugar opened her mouth to say something, but Quinn waved her off. "I know, I know. Aspergers."

"She'll come around," Dennis said.

"Why does she call you her Uncle?"

"I think of her as my niece. When I helped with the divorce, she grew attached to me."

"Then she's right," Quinn sighed. "You're more family to her than I am."

"But that will change. She's still moving in with you." Dennis smiled. Quinn shrugged. A cat approached Quinn's feet. She bent down to pet it, put it hissed at her immediately.

"I'm guessing this is Mackenzie's cat," she huffed. Dennis laughed.

"Correct."

The next day…

Frannie Fabray

July 13th, 1986- November 4th, 2014

Loving Sister, Daughter, Wife

"And now, Frannie's sister, Quinn Fabray will give a few words." The Preacher gestured for Quinn the come forward. Quinn glanced at Mackenzie, but it was pointless. The little girl just looked straight ahead with a blank expression. She hadn't cried a single tear. Quinn slowly stepped up to the podium. She glanced back at her sister. She looked beautiful. Just like she did when they were younger.

"My sister was...amazing. She was stubborn, but amazing," Quinn gave them a small smile. A few people chuckled in the audience. The audience that did not include Russell, or Judy Fabray. "I idolized her. I aspired to be just like her. She was head cheerleader in high school, homecoming queen every year since sophomore year, and Prom Queen her junior and Senior year. I don't know how. She never told me."

Quinn cleared her throat. "I wish i could take all of these years of wasted time. As a few of you know, I haven't seen my sister in almost a decade. That doesn't mean I loved her any less, it means she gets her stubbornness from our...from Russell."

People shifted awkwardly in their seats. They'd noticed that Frannie's

parents were not present. "The reason I haven't seen her in so long is because...my parents didn't understand love. They still don't. What they have is plastic...they didn't know that Frannie would choose love over nonacceptance. She had a beautiful baby girl whom she loved very, very much. And though I won't get to tell Frannie this, but I love Mackenzie too. And I'll always be there for her. I will make up for all of the lost years, even if it takes the rest of my life." Quinn wiped a tear, then looked at Mackenzie. "I promise."

Mackenzie shook her head. Tears streamed down her face, but she immediately wiped them off. She got up and ran back up the aisle, to the bathroom.

"Excuse me please," Quinn said into the microphone. She shamelessly ran after Mackenzie. As soon as Quinn made it to the door, Mackenzie slammed it in her face. "Mackenzie, open up."

"Go away! I hate you!" The little girl cried.

"Mackenzie, please! I'm sorry about what happened. I'm sorry that you have to come with me, I'm so, so, sorry!" Quinn said. She stopped pleading and turned around to rest her back on the door, then she slowly slid down until she was sitting. She wrapped her arms around her knees and cried silently. She's only known the kid for twenty hours and Mackenzie already hated her. Quinn fell back when the door opened, and saw Mackenzie looking down on her. Her tears were gone, but her eyes were still red.

"Why are you crying?" She asked in a small voice. "My mommy died."

"I know," Quinn said in an equally small voice. "And I'm here for you."

"I know that," Mackenzie rolled her eyes, then sniffled a little. Quinn sat up and Mackenzie sat down next to her. Quinn carefully wrapped her arms around the little girl, and Mackenzie slowly cuddled into her. "I m-miss her so much."

"I know," Quinn said. "And that's okay."

"Quinn?"

"Hm?"

Mackenzie took a breath. "I'll go to New York with you." She pushed her hair out of her face. Quinn was almost taken back by how striking her eyes were.

"Really?" Quinn smiled.

"Under one condition." Mackenzie pulled away from Quinn.

"And what would that be?"

"My pets come with me."

Quinn arched an eyebrow. "I think I can make that happen." Mackenzie smiled, then looked up.

"Uncle Dennis," she said.

"I'll let you two have your moment," the man smiled.

"I think we had it already," Quinn chuckled. She stood up then held her hand out for Mackenzie. This time, Mackenzie took it.

Present day...

"Noah! Wake up!" Santana banged on Puck's hotel door. A few seconds later, a very drowsy Puckerman answered.

"Jesus, San. It's late, what do you want?" He was only wearing his boxers, but Santana couldn't care less. He rubbed his eyes looked expectantly at her.

"Read this," Santana shoved wrinkled papers towards Puck. He squinted at them, then smiled.

"Nice, Lopez."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. I think we have a new hit single. We'll run it by Mota tomorrow." Puck yawned.

"Yes!" Santana cheered.

"Now go to sleep, shit."

"Wait," Santana stopped the door with her foot. "Do you think she'll like it?"

"Yeah, she'll fucking love it. Good night!"

"Good night," Santana replied. She let Puck close the door, then smiled and held the papers to her chest. "Time to get her back."

To be continued...

You guys make me so happy. Let me know if you spot mistakes! Also, I think I have a song for Santana to sing, but let me now if you have any funny or upbeat love song suggestion. Right now, I'm thinking "As Long as You Love Me" by Justin Bieber and Chris Brown; it's a duet but if you have an idea it doesn't have to be. I'll still divide it so Puck can see too. Or maybe not... C;

How do you guys like how Quinn and Mackenzie interact?

Also, to the people who said that Quinn shouldn't have opened up to Rachel so easily, and I agree. But Rachel is really persistent, and Quinn was having a weak moment. Plus, Kurt was there too, so she was double teamed.

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