Santana stood in front of the one times square building in New York, still in disbelief that she was actually there. Quinn and Santana had been in New York for 3 weeks and it already felt like home to them. Everything was going so well, they felt more in love than ever; neither of them cared about taking it slow anymore, all that mattered was that the two of them were in New York and madly in love.

Santana hadn't heard from Brittany since the phone call, not that it bothered her. She was finally happy, she had yet to find an agent but life was so perfect in New York. Their apartment was small but they made it their own with posters and stuff and they had spent their first few weeks in New York doing all the touristy stuff that they had never got to do when they went for Nationals.

Santana's Mom had told Quinn's mom about the girls moving to New York and according to Maribel, it hadn't gone so well. She didn't include all the details she just said in her deep Spanish accent:

"Let's just say she wasn't happy about it." Quinn wasn't exactly pleased but she tried not thinking about it much, if she was honest she had forgotten all about it, she was just too happy.

Everything was perfect for the couple, nothing could change that. They were really getting used to New York life, they knew the right places to eat and they knew the best shops… (Macy's, Bloomingdales, duh) And they even had friends there, well Kurt and Rachel but you can't be picky. They were so surprised that Quinn and Santana had got together, the pair were sure that once they had told the new glee club, people like Blaine and Tina would tell the former glee club but according to Kurt and Rachel's gasps, they hadn't. Rachel had persuaded Quinn that she needed to tell the rest of the former glee club, before they found out through gossip. Quinn wasn't so sure, she had already shocked a lot of people, she didn't want to shock anymore.

They felt like they fitted in in New York, people didn't care if they held hands, people didn't care if they kissed; they felt like they had finally found a place where they truly belonged. Quinn had had many texts and calls from her friends Gina and Lily, she ignored them, she shouldn't have had to deal with people who obviously didn't accept who she was. Quinn still felt cautious when they walked down the street hand in hand, scared people would stare, scared people would whisper but she would take one look at her beautiful girlfriend, she'd see that Santana had her head held high and looked as if she hadn't a care in the world and suddenly she'd forget about the people around her and just focus on the person next to her or in front of her.

Kurt was supportive, sometimes Quinn went to see him to talk to him about the whole thing, she talked to Santana about it but she needed someone other than Santana sometimes, Santana wasn't always helpful. Kurt told her that someday her Mom would come round because no person could deny loving their own flesh and blood, Quinn had thought that before she told her Mom but Judy had acted so… disgusted, she acted like she was ashamed that Quinn was her daughter, she had never seen so much hate in her Mom's eyes, it made her want to cry a river. Kurt told her that even though it had seemed like that at the time, one day everything would be sorted out and Judy would be proud to call Quinn her daughter. Quinn liked to believe him but she doubted it hugely, somebody who showed so much hate towards their own daughter would surely never come round, right? But it was nice for Quinn to know that there was someone to fall back on, other than Santana of course.

Santana stepped away from the building looming above her, walking backwards, still craning her neck upwards. She stepped back into somebody and said moodily, "Watch where you're going. Ugh." She turned around only to realise it was not just any old person, it was Quinn.

"Honey. Hey sorry I… I thought you were a stranger oops."

"Do I look like a stranger to you?" Quinn looked at the smaller brunette, raising her eyebrows.

"No, like I said, sorry. I was totally out of it, I still don't quite believe we're here, it's amazing."

"I know, it's brilliant, everything is so…unique, even McDonalds has a unique touch to it, it's not like old Lima McDonalds."

"I totally get what you mean, even things we have in Lima are like so much better here!"

"You're right! It's just so amazing, I can really see a future here. With you."

"If my future is without you… I don't want a future."
"Santana baby. That's so sweet, well lucky for you; your future will be with me because I'm here to stay."

Santana didn't speak, she just leaned towards Quinn and wrapped her arms around the blonde, being in her arms felt so natural, it was like she had never missed out on all those years without her.

The two of them were going for coffee and Kurt and Rachel's, they walked with their arms draped around each other and their feet walking in perfect time. They arrived outside the New Yorker's apartment and stood outside the door. Santana planted a kiss on Quinn's lips, leaning against the door to stop her knocking on it. They kissed for several minutes, lost in the magic that was each other's company, they were so oblivious to the rest of the world that they didn't even notice the door swinging open, causing them to topple backwards and on to the door mat. Santana sat up rubbing her head with the palm of her hand, Quinn leapt off Santana, blushing with mortification. Santana stayed on the floor, the pain rippling up inside of her. Quinn helped Santana to her feet, her cheeks still scarlet red. Quinn rubbed Santana's back, still remaining silent.

"You guys…" Rachel chuckled shaking her head.

"What? What's so funny?" Santana growled.

"I think you know!" Kurt said snorting. Quinn just grew redder and redder by the minute.

"Let's just pretend that never happened because if I'm completely honest, that was super embarrassing." Quinn muttered, hardly looking Kurt and Rachel in the eye.

"It's no big deal, I understand you're getting wild with your girlfriend." He winked at the blushing blonde, smiling at her. Santana just shook her head, she daren't admit it but she was super embarrassed.

Santana dived on the sofa, making herself at home, Quinn perched on the end of the sofa, being polite as usual. Rachel got the two a coffee and sat across from them.

"So how is life in New York? Fabulous I expect."

"It's great, we love it don't we Quinn?" Santana said placing a hand on Quinn's thigh.

"Yes, it's amazing, it's like I've been here my whole life and the views from the apartment are stunning!"

"Ah that's exactly how we feel. New York is our home now. I can't see it any other way." Rachel said smiling at Kurt.

"I never want to go back to Lima, of course I wanna go see my Mom but the thought of going back to that hell makes me sick." Santana muttered, frowning.

"Well, of course I'll go back when Santana goes back but other than that I have nothing to go back for."

"I'm sure one day you'll go back for your Mom, maybe you should go talk to her? Try and explain, you said you didn't have much time to explain when you came out so why not try again?" Kurt suggested.

"Maybe, thanks for that Kurt." Quinn smiled at him gratefully. Santana just scowled at the pair sat in front of her.

After a few hours Quinn and Santana headed out of the apartment, hand in hand.

"So what shall we do now? Dinner?" Quinn asked, looking at Santana.

"Sure. Whatever. We could order pizza and have a quiet night in. If you want."

"Sounds good to me! Come on let's get home."

They ordered pizza and got comfortable on the sofa, they watched a film draped over each other, legs entwined. Santana thought about her new life, so far it seemed good but what if things didn't work out? She couldn't lose Quinn, she was 100% sure Quinn was the one. She needed to find an agent and a backup job, maybe in a store or something, she was sure she was hot enough to become an Abercrombie and Fitch greeter, she just knew she needed to make money, they were pretty much living off Santana's parents money and the money left over from Santana's acting job. They were living the dream but soon they had to think about the real stuff, money, the future, jobs, and things like that. Both Santana and Quinn were happy living in the moment, not thinking about the future, things seemed easier that way.

The next day Santana trekked the city for jobs for the two of them while Quinn relaxed in bed. Quinn was happily resting when her cell phone began to ring, echoing around the bedroom. She sat up in bed her blonde hair a mad ball of hair around her face, her eyes tired and her cheeks red from the warmth of the bed. She leaned down towards her cell and pressed the green button lifting it to her ear.

"Hello?" She croaked quietly.

"Hello Quinn? It's your mother. Judy."

"Mom, hey. Umm I know your name silly. Long-time no speak."

"Yes, yes, none of that mushy stuff. I'm here to ask you about your financial situation."

"What about it?"

"Well, do you have enough money to survive a job, a place to live? I may not have spoken to you but I still care about you Quinn. I still… love you."

"We are managing, we have an apartment and I'm sorting the job thing out… You love me?"

"Of course Quinn don't be so stupid! I'm just not happy with your choice of partner."

"I understand that. I just have to ask you one thing. Why Mom? Is it because she's a girl, or you just don't like her?"

"It's hard for me to answer that. You shouldn't put me in this situation Quinn. I shouldn't have to have a lesbian for a daughter. Did I do something wrong in my previous life? Why did I end up with… with…-"

"Someone like me. Yeah I get it Mom." Quinn hung up, the tears spilling down her cheeks.

Her Mom still loved her, she knew that but she still found it hard dealing with the fact that her Mom didn't LIKE her anymore. She didn't think it would be that hard, her Mom had disowned her before, when she was pregnant, how was the fact that she was a lesbian worse than when she was pregnant? It wasn't, that's your answer. It's not like her and her Mom had a strong relationship in the first place but she was her Mom and that meant something to her. She didn't have a dad anymore because his Dad had already disowned her, because of the pregnancy thing, she couldn't cope with no parents. The whole telling her Dad thing hadn't really crossed her mind yet; she'd been too hung up on her Mom disowning her. Would she have to tell her Dad? If so, when? Where? How? How would he take it? If he reacted badly with the pregnancy surely her telling him out of the blue that she was gay wouldn't go down well. She decided she'd talk to Santana about it when she got home from searching for a job.

Santana came crashing through the door, stressed from the pain that was searching for a job for hours and getting no result. She wasn't in the mood to talk, or do anything for that matter so when she marched over to the sofa she sat in silence waiting for Quinn to run out of the bedroom to greet her. Quinn jumped out of bed at the sound of Santana in the living room.

"Santana! Any luck?" Quinn said excitedly.

"No, none at all, there are no jobs anywhere and I'm not exaggerating, I thought it would be easy to get a job considering well this…" Santana said gesturing to her body. Quinn smirked standing closer to Santana.

"Honey you're body doesn't get you everything, some things yes, but not everything." Quinn winked.

"I know… and I don't want to achieve things just because I'm hot, I want to achieve things because I'm talented."

"Oh honey, you have and will go on to achieve many things because you are talented, more than you know. Have you heard yourself sing? You may be a devil but as soon as you start singing, you transform into an angel!"

"Thank you Quinn, that really means a lot, especially coming from you. Honey as cheesy as that is, that's really sweet, I don't exactly agree with you because I've never really heard myself sing, other than inside my head but thanks anyways."

"You are welcome, always. Anyway that sucks honey but next time you go job searching, I'll come with you and I'll make sure we find the both of us a job."

"Okay thanks that will make the whole process that bit less boring."

"Now I have something to say. I was thinking earlier, sometime I think I should tell my dad about well us, considering most of our friends know, my Mom knows your parents know, I mean it's only fair right and we're being open, you know loud and proud about this, I think I should be proud and tell my Dad, you know?"

A shocked look fell upon Santana's face, "Wow honey, that's a big step, I mean after what happened with your Mom are you sure you want to go through with telling your dad? Do you even know where he lives?" Santana said concerned.

"I know, it's really big and I have an idea what he'll say and it won't be good but he needs to know, I mean, this is me you know? And no I do not know where he lives but I'll find out, there's this great thing called family." Santana chuckled and smiled fondly at her girlfriend.

"Well if you're ready then I'm not gonna stop you. Of course, I don't think it's a good idea but it's your choice."

"It is a good idea San, I can feel it in my bones and when I feel things in my bones, I know I should go through with it." Quinn said matter of factly.

"Whatever baby, just do what you gotta do."

Quinn hugged Santana, feeling the adrenaline rush up inside of her. She was desperate to tell him, she wasn't sure why but she felt almost excited. He had already disowned her, he couldn't do anything else and if she was honest, she had a little hope inside that he would be proud of who she was.

She planned to contact her Grandma the next day to find out his address and then she and Santana would travel to wherever he was and she would…tell him. That was the plan.