A/N: Firstly, thank you all for favouriting, following and reviewing my story (especially Jammy), it means the world to me. I also forgot to thank my girlfriend for her help, seriously know next to nothing about pop culture of the 1950s and she loves retro/vintage stuff, so I owe her a lot. I hope you guys enjoy the second chapter…
A/N 2: 100$ dollars in 1955 = 880$ in 2015

Sunday morning, on the ski resort, they spend most of the morning skiing trying not to draw attention to them.

A little after twelve a young boy whispered something to Biff's ear, he motioned at them and they all followed the boy. A car waited for them in the entrance, the three of them drove to an alley behind a hospital. "Are you sure about this? There's still time" Santana whispered, she nodded.

They waited for ten minutes until an old car arrived; Santana felt a soft hand holding hers strongly. The man was grey haired, tall, perfectly shaved, in his late 40s; he looked like a highly respected surgeon.

"Well, well, we have a company I see. Are both yours Mr. McIntosh?"

"No, Santana is a friend. She'll come with you" he informed him. Biff turned once again to Quinn "Are you sure you don't want me there with you?" The blonde shook her hand and he didn't insist.

"Alright by me, do you have the cash?" he asked with his heavy accent.

"Yes, 100 American dollars." Quinn said with a trembling voice.

"Fine, now get in the car" he said "See you in an hour Mr. McIntosh."

They drove for almost half an hour; Santana could tell that they were doing circles, maybe to make sure they weren't being followed. All drive long the girls were holding hands, they were petrified and they feared for their lives.

Finally they arrived to their destination, it was pretty much a secluded cabin in the woods, it looked like a normal house and to Santana's surprise it was very clean.

As they walked in, a woman approached Quinn and asked for the money, she counted them carefully and then asked how many weeks she was pregnant. Quinn opened her mouth but she didn't make a sound "Three days to eleven" Santana answered.

"Then it'll hurt a little more" she explained "Go to wash your hands, the doctor will see you in a while"

They followed the instructions. The room was smaller than she expected but it looked clean, Quinn sat to the table. "San, I'm scared" she whispered.

"Wanna leave? There's still time" she shook her head.

After a second the nurse walked in and asked Quinn to take off her panties and lie on her back. The doctor came and he explained with a calm, bored voice "I'm going to insert something in your… vagina. It'll feel like a tampon.""

The whole surgical procedure lasted for a few never ending minutes. Quinn was whimpering and holding her hand. She tried to keep an eye contact with Quinn; she said some fake reassuring words that she couldn't remember afterwards. While the girl had her eyes closed and screamed, Santana's eyes fell on that thing doctor was pulling out of Quinn. It was about the size of a fig, maybe smaller. The doctor put it in a plastic bag and threw it in the trash.

Santana felt the urge to puke but she fight it, she turned to see Quinn sweating and crying, slowly opening her eyes. "I'll be in my car" the doctor announced and left. The nurse came and cleaned her, then she got dressed and both left immediately.

The drive back lasted ten minutes; the only words spoken were when the doctor said "Tramps like you are making me rich". Santana was ready to answer back but Quinn stopped her, she held her hand and looked at her pleadingly.

As they walked out of the car they saw Biff smoking a cigarette and looking scared shitless. He ran to their direction and hugged her. The doctor approached them and said to him "She'll start bleeding in a few hours, if it doesn't stop in twenty four hours buy this medication" he handed him a piece of paper. Then he went to his car and drove off.

Biff turned to Quinn again and asked her how she felt; Santana couldn't help but roll her eyes. They both helped her to get in the car and drove back to the ski resort.

The doctor was right, hours later; while they were back in the school and eating they heard Quinn whimpering. Calmly she excused herself and left the table only to return ten minutes later. All four of them turned their attention to her and asked her what happened, she faked being alright and went back to eating her food.

When they returned to their room, Quinn ran straight to the bathroom. She came back paler than ever before, looking seriously ill. Then Santana realized that they never saw the 'doctor' properly sterilizing the surgical instruments he used. She knew that infections could cause serious health problems and that's why many women preferred Puck's mom back in Lima, she was really clean.

Quinn lied in bed in fetal position for the rest of the day; she didn't even have the strength to come for dinner. She would stay in bed and only get up to visit the bathroom, the girls had no idea what she was doing there, maybe she cleaned herself or maybe she vomited.

During the night Vivien, Greta and Santana took turns in taking care of her. She was a crying and whimpering mess, sweating but also shivering, it looked like she had fever. She was also talking in her sleep but Santana couldn't understand a word.

She fully woke up a little after six in the morning while Santana was awake. She spoke for the first time in hours, just to say good morning and to ask what time it was. Then she went to the bathroom again but this time to take a much needed shower.

Half an hour later Quinn was still in there and Santana got worried, so she decided to get in. The girl was in her bathrobe and she was sitting in the cold tiled floor, hugging her stomach. Santana sat next to her, the other girl didn't turn to acknowledge her but she spoke a moment later "I shouldn't have done it…"

"You did what it was the best for you."

"Everything is numb. It hurts so much and I don't know if that feeling will ever go away", Santana was sure she wasn't talking about her 'cramps'. She had no idea what to say so she just hugged her, she held her close until the girl started crying again.

"You should go back to bed" Santana instructed after a while.

"We have classes in a while" the blonde girl said and Santana rolled her eyes.

"No fucking hell Fabray. You stay in bed and we'll let them know that you've bad period cramps. You should focus on recovering and not on keeping up appearances. I'm not taking no as an answer"

The girl smiled weakly and with Santana's help she got up. Quinn held her hand again "Santana thank you, for everything"

Santana smiled and she was ready to answer but the girl pulled her in a hug again. This one was completely different for the last one, it wasn't comforting, it felt desperate but also reassuring and it was almost awkward. She felt Quinn's hot breath in her ear whispering "Make it go away."

So she decided to do just that in the best way she knew. She kissed Quinn again and she felt the girl returning it with all the power she had. This time the kiss was completely different, it was comforting but once again desperate, it was meant to be a distraction, to make the numbness go away. The blonde girl this time deepened the kiss and at the same time she moved her hands from Santana's neck to her back and then near her ass. She stopped her because no way she was doing that then. It wasn't the right moment. She didn't want to be used as a distraction.

She slowly pulled away and the blonde girl whimpered. Their eyes locked as they tried to catch their breaths "Some other time" Santana whispered and Quinn nodded. They both knew it was the right decision; they smiled at each other and left the bathroom.

Quinn stayed in bed but not without protesting. In breakfast Biff sat with them again and kept asking questions, the rational part of her said that it normal for him to be worried, but Santana was always irrational. You can't blame her for not liking the man.

"She had an abortion for Christ's sake! What do you expect, to bleed for a couple of hours and then everything to go back to normal?" she whispered but with hatred in her voice.

"Don't" he pleaded, just the mention of the word made him paler.

"That's what it's called, abortion. She had to kill your baby because you were too horny to wear a condom" she let all her malice and frustration out to him. It wasn't fair because that wasn't even his fault but maybe by scaring him enough she could save some other girl's life. "I saw it yesterday McIntosh. Do you want a full description? It was covered in blood; it was so small, like a peach and…"

"Santana, that's enough!" Greta said louder. The three of them looked like they were ready to puke right there and then. Good.

She smiled viciously "Fine, one last thing McIntosh. Even when she stops bleeding and her body will fully recover, there will always be a hole in her heart. She'll always be in pain and she'll always cry about the kid she never had. Just keep that in mind". With that she got up and left.

Hours later when they were allowed to be in their rooms again they found Quinn lying on her stomach, casually reading a book. She looked a lot better but she acted like nothing had happened.

"The bleeding has almost stopped, I took some painkillers too. I'll stay in bed tomorrow just to be sure and by Wednesday I'll be fine" she informed them. They all shared a worried look. It was one thing to try to move on and another to pretend that everything was normal. It was clear that Quinn did the latter.

Just as she had said, on Wednesday morning they all went together for breakfast. She laughed and smiled but nothing reached her eyes, the only time she showed a real emotion was when she saw Biff. She panicked but only for a second and then she smiled again.

Late that night, at 3am, Santana woke up after a sad dream. She noticed a barely audible sniffing, without saying anything, she got out of her bed and went to Quinn's and she hugged from behind. The girl stopped for a second and left a surprised whimper, it took her a few seconds to relax but when she did, she continued crying.

After a while the girl seemed to have fallen asleep so she decided to return to her bed. As she tried to leave she felt two hands stopping her. "Don't go" Quinn whispered with sleepy voice.

Santana couldn't help but follow her orders…

This continued for the next days, they would share a bed and Quinn would cry herself to sleep in Santana's arms. Santana was the light sleeper in the room and always the first to hear the alarm, so she would get up and return to her bed only for a few minutes.

During the extra-curricular activities Quinn and she were always paired against each other and while Santana went softer on her during tennis and fencing classes she didn't on chess. The girl's body was weaker but her mind was still sharp. The blonde girl seemed to appreciate it, if not loving it. They still threw witty lines against each other but the tone was different, they were flirting…

Two weeks later Quinn had stopped crying in her sleep but that didn't stop Santana from going to her bed and hugging her. This Quinn was completely different from the one outside of the bed. The first was vulnerable and hurt, the second was stubborn and proud but both of them were strong.

One day the chess class was cancelled, Quinn like the geek she was she decided to go to the library. She preferred to stay in bed read some magazines, which pretty much meant daydreaming about their kisses.

She was staring at an article about Natalie Wood's love life for a good quarter when she heard a door closing. She looked up to see Quinn staring at her. It was the first time in a while since they had been completely alone in the daylight.

It was obvious that Quinn wanted to do something; Santana wished that she wanted to talk because she couldn't handle things not being acknowledged anymore. She had learned from her past mistakes the hard way. Quinn was about to say something but she interrupted her "We should talk"

"What about?"

"I don't know. What about November the 6th?"

"I don't want to talk about it" Quinn looked down with vulnerability in her voice.

"Fine, then what about us sharing bed the last three weeks? Or, you know, about the kisses?" in last part Santana's voice changed, she looked down, not wanting to meet Quinn's eyes.

"It's nothing Santana; I can't deal with it right now."

"And I can't just keep ignoring it" Santana sighed and walked closer to the girl who was still standing in the middle of the room. Their faces were inches apart; Santana was ready to close the distance, she felt the girl's breath hitching, but instead of that she just said "Tell me Q, don't you want to kiss me right now?"

With that she took a few steps back, taking advantage of how distracted the girl was. She took a pack of cigarettes and walked to the door. "What are you doing?" Quinn asked in confusion, she looked turned on.

"I'm giving you time and space" she winked and then left the room with a fake smug smile.

This wasn't a fight exactly but in a way it felt like one, like it was October all over again. It felt so weird, not spending their time together, not to flirt with each other and not sharing a bed.

It was Friday morning when the principal announced that there's going to be a winter ball in the last week of January, to celebrate the New Year and the completion of the first semester. It was pretty much like the prom except more expensive and without themes, thank god. They have to find partner with whom they'll practice waltz every Sunday and Wednesday.

Then she realized where she needed Sebastian. If there was a chance to go to the ball with a man he had to be gay too. It didn't hurt that he was good looking too; she had the chance to win the prom

With that in mind she approached Sebastian. "Hello Lopez, long time no see."

"Follow me" she ordered and he did but not before winking to his friends. "No small talk. We're going to this ball bullshit together."

"What the hell Lopez? Are you so desperate that you want to fuck the only man you can't?" he asked with his annoying arrogant smile.

"No, you and I have something in common, other than being bitches that is."

Sebastian seemed genuinely confused; they stared at each other for a good minute before he finally caught up. Then he started laughing, laughing like he never heard a joke in his life before. "You mean that you're a d..."

"If the next letter of that word is 'y' I'm going to punch you in the face Sebastian. Or should I say cocksucker?"

"I ain't no cocksucker as you might remember my dear and apparently neither are you." he answered back and started laughing again.

She rolled her eyes "Can't you be serious for a second? Look, we act like a young heterosexual couple in love until winter ball and then we can break up. It works for both of us."

He nodded and for the first time he looked completely serious. "You're right. It's necessary, but we'll have to kiss, you know." They both looked disgusted.

He took her hand and then he ran to the middle of the cafeteria. "May I have your attention please? I or rather, we have an important announcement to make" he spoke and smiled like he was the happiest man in the room "Santana Lopez and I, after months of dating we decided to make our relationship official. We love each other and she agreed to go with me to the ball! McIntosh, Fabray you better look out because, this January, we are going to kick your butts!" After that he pulled Santana into him and kissed her like they were in Times Square and the war was over. He was a great actor but so was she, so she kissed him like she would if Quinn was in his place.

After that they're separated by a teacher who forced them back to their sits. Santana gladly followed his orders she was curious to see Quinn's reaction. "What the hell was that?" the girl asked with voice filled with jealousy. She shrugged, then smiled smugly and went back to eating her breakfast.

They don't talk for a couple of days more. They were playing another chess game but in silence this time, there was a silent agreement; the loser apologizes to the winner. She was losing but there was no way in hell she would apologize. Then when Quinn was ready to beat her, she did a stupid mistake, on purpose, that made her lose the game. Their eyes locked when she said "Checkmate", both of them were smiling like they won the game together.

They ditch the class earlier, for the first time ever, to go to their empty room and 'study'. They lock the door behind them and Quinn got closer to kiss her, Santana used all her self control to stop her.

"Uh oh, you forgot to say something Q" she smiled smugly.

The girl lifted both her eyebrows, they shared a look and then she sighed in defeat "Alright, Santana I'm sorry. You were right; I miss you and your touch like crazy. Now would you like to kiss me?"

Santana smiled because she never thought she could be this happy but she fought back the urge to do that "Quinnie you forgot the part when you promise not to use me as a distraction for all the shit life has thrown into you"

Quinn backs off confused and also insulted "That's what you think it is?" Santana nods, "You're insecure, aren't you? This isn't about distractions"

"Then what is it about?"

"This" Quinn whispered and kissed her. This kiss was completely different than the other ones. This one was fire, passion, want, longing, needing, lusting, craving and love. It was almost animalistic; a mix of lips, tongues, biting and nails. They fight for control for several minutes, Santana managed to gain control, but not without a fight.

Quinn fell and her back hit Santana's mattress. She straddled her and took off the annoying uniform; first went the ponytail, then the black blazer and finally the shirt. They are both in their bras and skirts.

They kiss again and Quinn's moans are driving her crazy, she moves the attention to her ivory white neck, giving it the attention she was sure it never got.

Then she slowly moved to her chest, kissing and licking the era between her breasts, she felt Quinn's nails in her scalp. She used her hands to touch almost every inch she could, but she also tried to go slower not being sure if the blonde's body had fully recovered.

Their eyes met again; she moved her hand close to her bra, silently asking for the permission to take it off. She noticed something different in Quinn's face, she was still horny and sexy and out of control but she was blushing.

"Do you want us to stop?" she asked not wanting to force the girl to something she wasn't ready.

"No" she blushed "I want you, I want you inside me but..."

Santana realized that the girl for the first time she had no idea how to express her wants. So she got closer, their bodies fully touching and she whispered "I'm going to use my fingers to please you. I'll not look unless you want me to and if you ever feel the need to stop just say so. Okay?" Quinn nods slowly and puts her hands around Santana's neck to make sure they'll keep an eye contact the whole time.

Santana did just that, until Quinn couldn't take it anymore; she closed her eyes and screamed Santana's name as she came. She moved her hand from Quinn's legs and licked her wet fingers, the taste was intoxicating and she couldn't help but kiss the girl. Once again she felt surprised by how much Quinn enjoyed it as she moaned against her lips and smiles.

Only then Santana realized that she still hadn't come, so she tried to use one of her hands as a relief, she had done this before. Quinn seemed to realize what she was planning to do and she stopped her "Let me try"

"Are you sure? I don't want to pressure you..."

"I'm sure. Just give me instructions if I do something wrong" she asked and Santana couldn't help but laugh. That was Quinn Fabray for you, perfectionist to the very bone.

Afterwards they realized they still had time until Vivien and Greta arrive. They just lie next to each other and they started talking about their dreams. How Quinn's dream was to be a writer and how Santana always wanted to move to New York and start a music career.

"I had no idea you could sing" Quinn whispered in her hug and Santana just hummed in response "Sing something to me"

Quinn felt her heart skipping a beat as she heard Santana singing 'Cry me a river'. She closed her eyes and let her lover's soulful voice fill the room.

They spend the rest of December like this, in a pure bliss. They don't use the exact words but they both knew that they were in a relationship. They try to act normal so they don't flirt in public and they spend more time with their 'boyfriends'. Except they didn't try not to look at each other and when they practiced waltz with their partners they kept a lingering eye contact.

They told their deepest secrets, during the nights when they slept wrapped around each other. Santana told her everything about the racism she always experienced and about Dani, from their first date to their breakup. Quinn told her about her loveless childhood, she talked about Finn and the fact that she still wasn't over the abortion.

She confessed that while she pressured herself to stop crying she couldn't help but dream about the fetus she had to kill. In most of her dreams, the kid was a girl named Elizabeth. Her features changed; in one dream she has Quinn's eyes and Finn's hair, sometimes the opposite and other times she looks nothing like her or him. There were rare times where she dreamt about giving birth to the kid and that the next day she gives it up for adoption.

Santana held her close but she knew that she couldn't make the pain go away, not really. In moments like these, love wasn't enough but she tried to ease that pain. She hugged her as she cried in her sleep; she let her talk for hours and tried to love her with all she had.

This doesn't mean that they don't fight. Fighting seemed to be their second nature but this time they had hot angry make up sex. Their longest argument lasted three days because Quinn wasn't ready to acknowledge that she was lesbian.

Until one night Quinn went to Santana's bed kissed her with all the passion she had and whispered "I do have feelings for you. I don't care what that makes me. Maybe I'm Santana-sexual or maybe I'm like Marlene Dietrich and I swing both ways. It doesn't matter, what matters is that I love you."

Santana is at a loss for words but she smiles and kisses her back but not before saying "You are an idiot". They both laughed, knowing that what Santana just said was 'I love you too'.

During Christmas break most of European and Asian students left the school while Americans preferred to stay or travel in other countries. Santana was originally planning to visit Greta in Sweden but since Quinn was staying at the school she changed her mind.

Not having Vivien and Greta in their room gave them a new sense of freedom. They could make love in almost every surface of their place, except for the girls' beds, they could be louder than ever before and they remained naked at all times. By all means, everything was too good to be true...

The day before New Year's Eve reality caught up with them. Santana was writing a paper for one of their classes when Quinn stormed in completely furious. "What's going on baby?"

"Biff screw things up again" Quinn said as she was taking deep breaths to calm down "I asked him one thing, to stay away from my roommates and Tiffany. And you know what he does, he fucks her!"

"I don't see the problem. Yes she's annoying and maybe it hurt your ego but..."

"It's not just about my ego Santana. She's dangerous, she knew about my pregnancy and she's always been in love with him. What if she tells someone?"

"Like who? I mean, if she tells someone they'll have to break up and you two to get married. Literally no one wants that" Santana tried to calm her down and started to kiss her neck "I can go all Lima Heights adjacent on her if you want me to..."

"I have no idea what that is but I'd prefer if you keep doing what you're doing right now" Quinn whispered as she started unbuttoning her shirt.

A couple of hours they're lying on Santana's bed completely naked when they hear their phone ringing. During Christmas break they allow them to use their phone in order to talk with family and relatives.

Quinn answered it, "Room 216? A phone call from Miss Lopez's second cousin" she imitates the phone operator's voice.

Santana laughed and answered the call, Quinn tickled her and she tried to remain focused. "Hello, Santana is that you?"

The moment she realized whose voice it was Santana froze completely "Dani?"

The two girls shared concerned look. "I didn't mean to worry you" she could hear the girl in the other line sniffing "I'll cut to the chase. My parents found out about me, I was with this other girl... They kicked me out, yesterday, they disowned me."

"What? Oh my god, are you serious? Where are you now?" Santana was concerned but also petrified.

"I'm staying with Puck for a while. He's pretty cool about it. Don't worry; he has no idea about you or us..."

"What are you going to do now? I'll help you, I'll ask my mom to give you some money. She always loved you, she won't mind."

"Stop Santana, this wasn't the reason I called you. I'm gonna ditch this town in a couple of weeks; I called you to let you know I'm leaving. You always meant a lot to me"

"Me too, Dani, but what are you going to do?"

"I still have my guitar, I was thinking about moving to New York. I don't know I'll try to not be thrown into a shrink house for the time being you know." she laughed dryly "Anyway, I have to go. I just wanted to hear your voice for one last time."

"Dani wait" Santana said but she had already hung up.

Santana was already in tears, she never in her life had felt so completely helpless. It felt like she was the one who got kicked out of her house and disowned by her own family.

She realized how cruel the world was for people like them. Just because they lived in a boarding school in the middle of nowhere it didn't mean they were safe. She looked Quinn in the eyes, for the first time since the beginning of the phone call, and then she realized that their relationship had an expiration date.

She felt the impulse to get up and leave the room. She was halfway there until the girl stopped her. "San tell me, what's wrong?"

"Dani, she... her parents know, they disowned her. She completely alone out there, she's…" Santana couldn't breath properly, her vision blurred, she felt the room spinning.

Quinn held her tight from the shoulders and repeated the mantra "Breath in, breath out."

"I can't."

"Santana, look at me. Focus, what's your name?"

She tried to concentrate "Santana Maria Lopez."

"Good. Tell me your date of birth and zodiac."

She stuttered for a while having difficulty to concentrate "August 21 1939. Leo."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Red."

"Favorite artists…"

"Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Van Gogh."

"Who am I?"

"Lucy Quinn Fabray."

"Where are we?"

"Switzerland, Europe" she said and by then she had calmed down, her breathing was back to normal.

"Are you better now?" the blonde girl asked and she nodded "You had a panic attack. Focusing on things you know helps a lot. Let me bring you some water."

"Thanks", when she finished drinking she explained everything to Quinn. "Do you realize what that means? Best case scenario, she marries a gay man and they live a fake life. Worst case scenario? If they don't kill her, they'll throw her in a mental institution. Do you know what they do there to people like us there? They lobotomize us or they perform electroshock treatments to, we're nothing but lab rats to them."

Quinn looked calm; she didn't seem to take her seriously "I understand why you are worrying. Santana, is this your way of breaking up with me, by trying to scare me?"

"No, of course not, but we can't just keep doing this. They'll found out eventually."

"Santana I don't care. No one's going to find out if we keep it a secret; we're safe for the next year and a half."

"You don't understand"

"I do, but I have already lost way too many things to care anymore. I love you and I'll fight for you if I have to. I mean, you are the only thing that keeps me sane, if I lose you I'll probably murder everyone here." they both laughed at the last part.

"I love you" Santana replied and let the other girl hug her; she felt melting in her arms "We have to be more careful from now on."

Quinn hummed. "Now go ahead and do it. I know you want to call your mom and help Dani. Has anyone ever told you that you look sexier than Marilyn Monroe in 'Seven Year Itch'?"

"Every guy who wanted to sleep with me" she winked and laughed, feeling more relaxed as she phoned her mother.

That night their roles changed. Quinn was the one to comfort her and whisper reassuring words in her ear as Santana tried not to cry herself to sleep.

After that night something changed between them. They hadn't broke up but they stopped being alone in public. Quinn would sit mostly with Biff, probably fighting, and Santana with her other friends or Sebastian. The lightheartedness in their relationship was replaced with sadness, their kisses and love making was more desperate than ever before. They spend hours looking at each other eyes, memorizing every single moment and detail.

The felt like their relationship was going to end any moment now.

They weren't wrong...

It was a couple of weeks after the school had started again. They were sleeping in her bed when they heard the phone ringing. She felt Quinn leaving the bed and getting up, she heard her talking but she drifted back to sleep.

She woke up a little bit later by Quinn's touch; she was hugging her and crying, she was trying to wake her up.

"Q, what's wrong?" she asked worried. She hadn't seen her crying so bad since the first week after the abortion.

"It's over. She told them everything, they know now."

"What do you mean?"

"Tiffany told the principal about my abortion. She didn't know it was his idea and she wanted to break us up. I'll look like a tramp and she like the best wife for Biff."

"Can't we call her crazy or something?"

"They still going to... examine me and they'll find out the truth. They'll do it first thing in the morning, Biff just told me."

"I can't believe this is happening" Santana was crying now too.

"You were right, this was too good to be true" Quinn whispered and got closer to her desperately.

They spend the rest of the night hugging, kissing, whispering 'I love you's and making love to each other for the last time.

Everything was coming to an end the next day but the still had that last night left.

They savored every second of it...

A/N: Once again thank you for reading my story. There's one chapter left, a lot shorter than the first two. I'll try to upload it in the next 24- 36 hours...