A/N: Once again, thank you for everything! I'm sorry that it took me so long to finish the story but I wasn't satisfied with the original ending and I re-wrote it.

To Emily21: no the baby is totally gone

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy the last part of my first story!

Just like Quinn predicted, the first thing they heard in the morning was a knock on their door. It was the nurse who asked her to get dressed and follow her.

For the rest of the day Santana kept being worrying about her. No one had seen her or Biff. Santana even faked being sick just to see if she was in the nurse's office and later she visited the principal's office with some lame excuse. Quinn was nowhere to be found.

Later she went for a smoke when she saw Tiffany sitting there, with puffy eyes, smoking. She felt the blood in her veins boil; she tried her best not to go all Lima Heights on her.

She did push her though and yelled "Why did you do that, slut? You ruined her life and for what? So you can fuck Biff?"

"He hurt me" she whispered and repeated louder "He used me and he hurt me. He said he loved me, he promised that he'll break up with her and marry me."

Santana rolled her eyes "God, you're unbelievable! He's a man; of course he'd say that. Did you actually believe him?"

"You don't understand! I always loved him, since we were kids. Then he got engaged to a girl I called my best friend and a year later he confessed his love for me. He said he loved me and he offered me his world. He was everything I've ever wanted. Then he broke up with me because he didn't want to break his vows to Fabray. Now even if I wanted to, I can't get married because I'm used. My life is ruined but so is his."

Santana was impressed, she had no idea that this mess happened because she wanted to have her revenge "How could you do something so terrible to someone you're supposed to love?"

Tiffany shrugged as she packed her things. Before she left she said "Love is a strange thing, it makes you do fucked up things. The two of us love people differently."

Santana said to no one "I guess we do".

Santana, Vivien and Greta all ditched their extra-curricular activities just to see if Quinn would show up, and she did. She looked pale but at the same time her eyes were red from crying.

She looked surprised for a second before she ran to hug briefly Vivien and Greta first and then her, tightly with all her strength. She pulled out faster than she liked "Quickly, I have to pack my things up. I don't have much time." she ordered.

The three of them helped her. "What happened?" Vivien asked.

"Tiffany told the principal everything two days ago; they waited for our parents to arrive first. They checked Biff's bank account, they found 100$ withdrawal the day before my cramps began. They managed to find the doctor, who told them everything, even about you, Santana."

"Did they hurt you?" she asked in hurry.

"The nurse checked my... private parts to see if the claims were correct. His parents, hell, even mine, wanted nothing to do with me. They wanted to... Anyway, I lied. I acted like the helpless victim who was forced to this abortion by my fiancé. My parents stick to that story because they needed to believe it; his parents had no other choice."

"Then why are you leaving?" Greta wondered.

"They don't want me near... Santana; or anyone for that matter. I'll stay in a hotel nearby with my parents, until winter ball. Then we'll announce our wedding."

"You will marry him?" Santana whispered heartbroken.

"Yes, in a month from now. I have no other choice. I don't love him but I'll get by I guess. Coulda been worse."

Santana is ready to speak but a knock on their door interrupted her. The school nurse asked her if she was ready to go, Quinn hugged them all briefly and then left.

Vivien started crying immediately after; Greta's eyes were filled with unshed tears. They looked at each other and she felt overwhelmed. She grabbed her cigarettes and left. She cried for hours, until she run out of tears and cigarettes…

For the next two weeks, the ones before the ball, she managed to see Quinn only briefly. Her parents were very specific with whom she was allowed to socialize and apparently Santana wasn't one of them.

They couldn't even sit next to each other in their shared classes because the teachers separated them. She spent her breaks Biff and when she didn't, she would sit with Vivien and Greta. They talked to each other through them by exchanging short notes.

The night of the Winter Ball arrived. Santana and Sebastian introduced each other to their families and announced their 'relationship'. They didn't completely approve the choice but they respected it. Her parents because they wanted the best for their daughter and his parents because at least Santana was a woman, they were relieved their son wasn't a 'pansy' after all.

Santana felt overwhelmed so she sat down by herself for a minute. She watched Quinn and Biff from afar, their eyes met for a second and apparently her father followed his daughter's gaze.

Before she realized what happened she saw a furious man in his 50s walking her way. "What did you do to her? You dirty... You forced her to do this abnormal act, because you hate her and you're jealous of her happiness. My Quinnie is not a murderer, you and your kind is."

"Russell, stop. Your heart is weak" a woman who seemed to be Quinn's mother interrupted him.

"Dad, you're making a scene!" Quinn stepped between the two of them. Santana realized that she hadn't felt the girl so close to her for weeks.

"What is going on here?" Santana's father stepped in.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the father of the minor you're terrorizing. I hope you have a good reason for your actions, sir" he used the last word as an insult.

"Have you any idea what your kid did to my daughter?"

"Unless she stole her personal belongings, which I highly doubt, I believe that you should hold your own daughter accounted for her actions instead of blaming mine."

"How dare you? First you come to our country and..."

Before things got more heated the principal parted them. "If you do as much as talk to my daughter again I'll make sure we'll meet in court." Santana's father threatened him, then grabbed her by the hand and left.

They went outside and he asked her details. She had no other choice but to tell him about the events of November the 6th. That earned her two slaps but she expected a lot worse.

About twenty minutes, it was time to announce the winning couple of the ball. The final candidates were the two of them, with their partners and two senior couples. To no one's surprise Quinn and Biff won.

Before waltz began Biff made an announcement: the two of them were getting married in just two weeks and all of them were invited. Everyone clapped and congratulated them; it looked like the epic fairytale romance, Romeo and Juliet with happy ending.

She slow-danced with Sebastian but her eyes were glued to Quinn's. All dance through they kept looking longingly at each other's eyes.

She felt her partner's hot breath in her ear "You are in love with Quinn Fabray, aren't you?" she looked at his eyes, confused "Don't even try to deny it. You look at her the way I look..."

She took a disgusted face "Jesus Christ, meerkat face."

"Myself in the mirror, what the hell Lopez?" he laughed genuinely for the first time and a second later she joined him. It felt like forever since the last time she laughed and it felt like a good distraction for a second.

"For what it's worth, she seems to have feeling for you too." he added a minute later and he smiled at her. That boy was slowly growing on her.

Santana doesn't see Quinn for a long while. Rumor had it that she and Biff were too busy with the wedding plans and they were being homeschooled.

She refused to go to the wedding. She and Tiffany were the only ones who stayed in school that day so they decided to be alone together. If that girl wasn't the reason for all her and Quinn's misery, she could've even seen the two of them becoming friends...

Later that night her roommates returned exhausted. They talked about how great everything was and Santana had to bit her tongue. A part of her wanted to know how Quinn looked but another part didn't.

As if Greta had read her thought, she commented after Vivien's never ending rant "Quinn was the saddest most beautiful bride I've ever seen."

They see each other again, months later, in the last day of school, when they attended the graduation of the 1955-1956 class. While Quinn's and Biff's parents waited for his name to be announced, she managed to sit next to her.

Santana realized what happened after she felt a soft familiar hand holding hers. She turned around to see the most beautiful hazel eyes looking at her, they smiled to each other. "Missed me?" she asked the blonde girl.

"Like crazy"

"Me too", she made sure nobody was watching and took her hand and kissed it. "Wanna get out of here?"

They went to the nearest bathroom, which was surprisingly empty and they locked themselves in. The kiss and touch each other in an animalistic way, trying desperately to taste and feel as much of each other as possible. They had the sloppiest sex Santana had ever experienced but it was still more than she originally hoped.

Afterwards as they fix themselves in the mirror they talk like two old friends catching up "I'll move back to Connecticut in a couple of days. I'll finish my senior year there. Biff was accepted to Yale and like the good wife I am; I have to be near my husband" she laughed at that.

"So this is it Quinn? We are giving up?"

"I don't know San, I'm lost. The only thing I'm sure of is that I still love you. All these months I pretended you were there with me a lot"

"We have to fight Q. Back then, you said that you'll fight for me and that you didn't care..."

"Back then I thought that I had nothing left to lose, I was wrong"

"What they have done to you?" Santana whispered and then she truly noticed how much she had changed. She looked years older, not only because of the old fashioned clothes but it was something in her eyes. They had lost their light, they looked drowned and exhausted. Her spirit was truly broken.

"We're doomed Santana. In three days from now we'll be in different continents for Christ's sake. I can't fight back anymore, I'm sick of it. There's no place in the world for people like us."

"You know what?" she grabbed her and turned her around. Their faces were inches apart, Quinn stared at her lips but then she looked back at Santana's eyes "I'm so sick of being sick of who I am. Let's fight back, let's find a way to make things work again."

Quinn nodded. She was ready to say something but they were interrupted by two older women who informed them that it was Biff's turn in a couple of minutes.

They went back to their sits. Santana with her roommates and Quinn with her family.

They talked again that night but only small talk because her parents were there. Her father was civil enough, maybe her dad scared him or maybe he considered Quinn Biff's responsibility now.

At the end, they hugged. "I'll miss you" the blonde whispered in her ear.

"I love you" she replied.

The smiled politely and as Quinn walked away, she waved at them and said "We'll keep in touch!"

Santana hoped by that she meant that she was willing to fight. Maybe it was hopeless but as her mom says 'a lost cause is the only one worth fighting for'.

The three girls spend the first two weeks of summer vacation at Vivien's home in London, as they had stayed in Stockholm during spring break. Their last destination was Lima, where the girls stayed for three weeks. It was a nice change; it got her mind off of Quinn.

Since the girl's departure beck in January the girls had bonded a lot and by the end of July Santana could even say that she considered them family.

It was one warm night of July; Santana was smoking in the porch. Vivien had sneaked out to go on a date with Puck. Santana was starting at the sky and wondering what Quinn was doing when she heard a noise. Greta sat next to her "I can't sleep, everything is too warm here. You're thinking of her, aren't you?"

"What are you talking about?"

Greta rolled her eyes "We both know I'm talking about Quinn. I figured out what's going on between the two of you a while ago. Don't worry, Vivien is oblivious..."

"Look, I know that's considered wrong but no matter what you'll say-"

"I was named after Greta Garbo. She's known of having numerous affairs with women, of course I'm not going to judge. It made both of you happy and it hurt no one else. It's fine by me."

Santana smiled because that was the first time a straight person who said something positive about homosexuality to her "Thank you"

Greta smiled back "You can talk to me about your epic love affair, I'm all ears. No details please"

They both laughed. Santana started talking and she had never realized before how relieving it was to talk out loud for something that had been eating her alive for almost half a year.

As a birthday gift, they visited New York City with her parents for a week. Santana realized that this was where she belonged all along. When she's through with school she'll move here for good.

One night they had a dinner with Sebastian and his family, who lived in Manhattan. Their families went along better than the first time and her partner in crime seemed more relaxed too. They went out on a date the next day, which meant that they visited one of the biggest gay bars in the city. She had a great time and later as she tried to fall asleep she realized that she hadn't think of Quinn for more than 24 hours.

She felt strange at first but then she realized that there was a chance. It might take a while but she could eventually move on. The heartbreak wouldn't last forever. The pain could eventually fade away and it might even turn in just a dull ache.

Quinn's actions, or rather the lack of, spoke volumes. She decided to start trying to move on. That was why, the next day when they went to another gay bar with Sebastian she managed to have stupid meaningless sex with another girl. She felt like shit afterwards but it was worth it... or at least she thinks it did.

At the first day of school Santana was the last to arrive. The other two girls hugged like they hadn't seen her for months and they talked about their news.

Only later Vivien gave her an unopened letter, "Quinn mailed this to me about a week ago, it's for you. I'm going to see Robert now."

With that she left and Greta made a lame excuse and followed her.

It took her about ten minutes to muster the courage and open it

'Dearest Santana,

I hope you're doing well and everything's swell for you. I wanted to write to you the same day we parted but sadly I had no other ways of contacting you. I didn't want to risk everything by mailing this to your school.

I'm writing this letter to you because after all these months you're still on my mind. I miss you and your touch. I miss the way we loved each other. I miss how relaxed you looked when your guardians were down and how we joked about silly things. I miss everything that is purely you. I've never felt more alive in my life than when I was with you.

I still pretend that you're here with me. When I eat breakfast and Biff annoys me, I picture you rolling your eyes at him. I hear your bitchy comments when we have guests and I try my best not to laugh. You throw them all the judgmental looks that I can't.

Every time I see something related to Hitchcock or Grace Kelly I remember our very first kiss back in November. When I'm listening to Billie Holiday, or any other jazz musical for that matter, I close my eyes and look back at all these times you sang those songs to me after we made love for hours.

The night when I lie in my bed alone I imagine your hands holding me tight. I hear your voice whispering reassuring words in my ears and I manage to fall asleep.

When sometimes Biff wants to sleep with me because he's horny and I can't say no because he's my husband, I close my eyes. I try to pretend that is you who touches me and sometimes it helps...

Most nights I don't dream about Beth anymore but only you. Sometimes they're nightmares, my worst fears coming out alive, but mostly I relieve our happy days back in December. Some other times I dream about our happy Hollywood ending that it might never come…

That was another reason why I am writing to you; your words are still echoing in my mind. I want this happy ending to come; I want to fight for it, for us! I can't force you to wait, for all I know as you're reading this right now you might already moved on. Certainly I wouldn't blame you.

But if you still want me, would you perhaps like to wait for me?

Yours,

Quinn'

It was a bittersweet moment for Santana. She was truly happy that she had received a letter from her but she was also worried. Quinn seemed miserable and knowing her, the things were a lot worse than she described. Also, she was relieved because after all she hadn't given up on them; there was still a chance for them. It'll take a while, a year or maybe more but it'll be worth it...

After a while Greta walked in and noticed Santana's radiant smile "Say; I'll try to call Quinn layer. If I succeed, do you want me to tell her something?"

The darker girl nodded with teary eyes "Just tell her that I'll wait."

Three months had passed since then and there wasn't any sign of Quinn. Vivien and Greta only managed to talk to her about once back in September.

It was the last Saturday night before Christmas break. The situation reminded her a lot of the night that she and Quinn kissed for the first time. They originally went with the rest of her class to see an educational movie, 'The Ten Commandments', and the three girls sneaked out in the beginning.

They were watching a Van Gogh biography, 'Lust for Life'. Santana really loved the artist and the film had caught her attention. The acting was good, the plot interesting and the Technicolor magnificent.

She was so focused on the film that she didn't notice someone sitting next to her and the two girls next to her gasping. She heard a very familiar male voice, "Santana Lopez, ladies"

She turned to see Biff talking to her and she had to do a double take. After a moment she spoke "Well, well if it isn't the one and only Biff McIntosh."

"It's nice to see you too. Girls, if you don't mind, I'll borrow her for a minute?"

They sat alone and before she managed to ask him, he explained "My father had some business here and he brought me with him, I guess it's some sort of punishment. Quinn wasn't allowed to come with me and she asked me to meet with you. Apparently, she knew you'd be here"

Santana managed to hold back a smile "How is she?"

"I'll be straight with you. She wanted to tell you that she's good but truth is that she's unhappy, both of us are."

Santana grinded her teeth "What do you want?"

"Quinn asked me to check up on you and ask you how you are. She lets me sleep with whomever I want without causing me unnecessary troubles, after Tiffany I learned to appreciate it. So, I agreed"

"Just tell her I'm fine, I get by and Tiffany Anderson is still pissing me off", he chuckled

"Fine, I have to go now, my father waits for me. Oh, I almost forgot. She asked me to give you this." It was a small piece of paper, nicely folded.

She waited until Biff was gone. After reading it Santana realized that for the first time in months she felt like she could finally breathe again. She smiled and left a relieved sigh.

As she turned her attention back to the film with a wide smile, she was filled with an unfamiliar feeling,

Hope

'September 7th, 1957. I'll wait outside the Empire State Building. Meet me there? - Q'

A/N2: Once again thank you very much for reading my story till the end, I'm looking forward to reading your opinions. The original ending was indeed sad; it was them giving up and running to each other decades later only to realize that it was too late. I changed my mind and decided to end it in a more positive note. I hope you enjoyed my story ^^