Hello everyone.

So, before anything, thank you so much for all your reviews, followers and favs. You guys are just amazing.

I want to make something clear; this is my first fanfic Quick, so I hope I'm doing it in a way you guys like it, but I'm warning you, the focus of this story is not in their relationship as a couple. Is in their relationship as parents. Of the lost of their child and how they come to realize their dream. It will focus much more in Quinn's relationship with Santana and, later, her relationship with Puck and another characters.

Again, thank you SO much, Perhaps Glee.

Disclaimer; yeah... You know I don't own Glee, so...

Hope you enjoy it, follow and tell me what you think ;)

Winter break was over.

Santana walked across the hallway with her head down while trying not to run into any of the hurried kids around, wanting nothing more than be invisible. Tightening her already tight hold on her notebook against her chest, she took a deep shaken breath when a large body made her stop on her track. She stared at the white and red coat in front of her, but didn't look up to see the face of the boy.

"Hello, freak. Had fun at the holidays?"

David Karofsky. A shake grew in Santana's spine as she started to nibble her lower lip, trying to control her anxiety. Karofsky was known for being the biggest bully of the school, the troubled, heartless kid and everyone knew: if he was talking with one loser, no matter when or where, the kid was in serious problems. Let alone if the kid choose to ignore him.

Which was exactly what Santana was doing.

She wasn't trying to piss him off. She knew better than piss off someone. Especially a tall, strong and scary someone. Someone like Papi. But she couldn't help it. She could never find her voice in moments like this: when a lot of attention was on her, too many people she didn't know staring at her and someone scary standing above her.

She only kept staring at his chest, her shaken hands grabbing onto her notebook for dear life.

"Hey, idiot, I'm talking to you."

She wanted to cry. She was trying hard to control the panic starting to raise inside of her and struggling to force her voice out her mouth. But there was no use; that oddly voice kept whispering in her mind.

Talking was not allowed; she took a deep, shaken breath. Papi will punish you.

Her eyes grew wet as she felt her tiny frame being shoved against the lockers and her precious notebook leaving her arms, leaving her with nothing to do with her hands. She closed her eyes trying to stop the tears from falling.

"Are you trying to ignore me, little bitch?" His voice was low, threatening, as his hands tightened on her shoulders. Santana prefered if he was shouting with her instead.

A small sob broke out of her lips; there was no longer David Karofsky in front of her. It was Papi.

That were his hands.

This was his voice.

She was sure if she opened her eyes, she would find his eyes.

When the hands left her body, she stood frozen in place, waiting for the pain to cut through her body, telling herself to not scream or make any noise at all. She knew better than that. But she was surprised when the pain never came.

Slowly, her anxiety started to lower and her ears became aware of her surroundings. People were talking. Lots of them. But one voice was closer to her, standing up to her. Protecting her.

When she felt a soft hand on her cheek, her first instinct was to flinch away like it was burning and the panic began to raise once again when she felt another hand on her arm, holding her in place.

"Hey, hey sweetie, it's okay." The voice was soft, calming, as the fingers started to rub both her arm and her cheek, soothing her a little. "Can you open those pretty eyes of yours and look up to me, please?"

Ms. Puckerman, Santana thought with relief. In the first three months that she had been in high school, Ms. Puckerman, the English teacher, was the only thing that kept her anxiety down. Her class was the only one she had been able to relax enough to actually pay attention on the class and not in her surroundings, afraid of everything. Ms. Puckerman was an amazing teacher with a soft voice and zero tolerance to bullying. She was firm, some say she was a bitch, but Santana liked her. A lot. Differently from all the other teachers that Santana was afraid of, Ms. Puckerman would never raise her voice or lose her cool and, what Santana most liked about her, she wouldn't ignore when she saw one student picking on another, saying mean words or hurting them in any way. She would see and actually do something about it. That's why she had total control of her students and everyone knew better than to mess with her. Santana felt safe when she was around.

"There you go." Ms. Puckerman smiled softly when still watering brown eyes met her hazel's ones. She kept rubbing her fingers on the girl's cheek, always so softly and calm, as she glanced around with the corner of her eyes.

Even though she had put the most of the kids to run - including David Karofsky and his friends - a few were still around, staring at the obviously frightened girl. She could still feel the brunette shaking, so she made the quick decision of taking the girl with her to her still empty classroom; the first period was about to start and she didn't have any class in it.

"Come with me, honey." She said always so softly, bringing the girl closer to her and to her side, wrapping a protective arm around shoulder.

Santana's gaze fell to the floor immediately as her eyes widened a little. She wasn't used to someone touching her in the way her teacher was doing; all caring and softly, without hurt her or making her want to flinch away in fear. Even though she was pretty sure the blonde's hand was resting just above one of the many bruises under her jumper, it didn't hurt. She forced her legs to move along with hers when, suddenly, the teacher stopped them both.

"Ms. Puckerman, wait!"

"Yes, Sam?" Quinn asked when the blond boy stepped in front of them, holding a notebook and a small, gently smile on his face.

"She dropped her notebook." He said, handing said object to Santana but his smile faded away a little when she just stared at him with slightly wide eyes and tried to get a little bit closer to the teacher.

Why would a popular Junior boy, the quarterback, football team's captain, be nice to her? She wondered.

Quinn felt the small girl go tense and ran her fingers lightly on the girl's covered arm, soothing her, as she took the notebook from Sam herself with a gentle smile.

"Thank you Sam, that was very nice of you." She said nicely, making the boy's smile come back to his face.

"You're welcome, and... I'm so sorry for Dave, Santana. He's an idiot." Sam said honestly before nodding goodbye, turning around and leaving for his class.

Say that Santana was surprised was an understatement. That boy, Sam, was actually nice to her and - hell - he even knew her name!

Quinn kept guiding the silent girl to the empty room and closed the door behind her when she reached it. She guided Santana to a chair and sat her down, putting the notebook on the table next to her and went to grab a glass of water.

"Here, honey." The teacher whispered, not wanting to scare the girl, and hand her the glass while kneeling in front of her.

Santana stared at the glass in her hand for a moment, unsure, but brought it to her mouth anyway with her still shaking hand when Ms. Puckerman gave her a reassuring smile. The blonde kept rubbing her knee calmly with a worried look on her face.

"Do those kids give you a lot of hard time?" She asked quietly, already having a pretty good idea of the answer.

Santana, though, took the glass away from her lips and started to nibble on her lower one, not daring to look up and meet the teacher's eyes as she shook her head no. Quinn raised a brow. She reached her arm and put two fingers under Santana's chin, lifting her head softly.

"Look at me, Santana." She asked, a little bit louder and saw as she heard the sound of her name in a more firm tone, Santana immediately looked up with a nervous look. Quinn wanted to frown, but kept her face calm and caring. "See, honey, I think you're not exactly telling me the truth."

Santana only looked down to the teacher's other hand still resting on her knee and closed her eyes when the hand on her chin was taken away and she heard Ms. Puckerman sigh.

You're such a disgrace. She heard Papi's voice and felt the lump growing in her throat as the teacher got up and a soft hand was again placed on her cheek.

"You can stay here with me this period, I'll sign you off your class, so you can calm down a little, okay?"

Santana was surprised, but opened her eyes and nodded anyway, giving her teacher the smallest of the smiles. But it seemed to be enough for the woman to send her a huge smile before she headed to her own table to get things ready for her first class after winter break.

"Oh, and Santana?" She called when she sat and smiled when the girl looked up with a curious look in her face. "I know you said those kids don't give you a hard time very often, but, in case they do, whenever, you can always come to me, alright?" She saw the unsure look the girl was giving her and she looked into her eyes, more firmly this time, trying to get her words to actually get into the young girl "I mean it, sweetie, please come to me, okay?"

And Santana tried her best to not tear up with the look she hasn't gotten towards her in years; the look of pure care. She swallowed. Then she nodded.

...

When Noah Puckerman opened his front door, he was welcomed by his wife sitting on the couch, already wearing her sweatpants and sleep shirt, a big cup of coffee held against her chest and a distant look on her face.

"Hey babe." He greeted, snapping the woman out from her daydream.

"Oh, hey hon." She said, still away from the reality, taking a small sip of her beloved coffee. Puck frowned and took off his coat to go sit next to her.

"How was the first day back in school?"

"It was... Busy." Quinn answered still very distant and frowned. Puck did the same.

"Okay, what happened?" He asked knowing and Quinn sighed and turned to face him, thinking for a moment.

"You remember that girl I told about before holidays? The Freshman? Santana?" She asked and Puck thought for a moment.

"The one you mentioned that the kids were always making fun about because she won't say a word?"

"Yes, that one." Quinn said, taking another sip from her coffee.

"What about her?"

"I found her being bullied today." The woman said, staring at her dark drink with sad eyes.

"Bullied?" Puck asked sadly, knowing how much his wife cared about her students and how much she seemed to care about this one especially.

"The school bully was holding her against the lockers and... Oh God, Puck, I have never seen a kid so terrified as she was. It really hurt me to see it, I swear to you." Quinn said, trying to blink away a few tears. Puck frowned once again and got closer to his wife, putting a comfy arm around her shoulders.

"You think they had done anything to her before?" He asked concerned and Quinn sniffled, starting to nibble her lower lip, thinking.

"I don't know... Maybe... Maybe they did something to her or... Maybe someone else did." Her voice was low now, carrying a dark tone. Puck stared at her, one brow raised.

"What do you mean, babe?"

"She was waiting for him to hit her. Like she so was sure he would do it. Then she flinched away from me when I first came to her... And she was scared of Sam."

"Sam?" The man now looked surprised to his wife. "Sam? You mean... Sammy? The Sammy we saw growing up? I mean... Sam?"

"Yes, hun. Sam, our godson, Samuel." Quinn sighed again, bringing the cup to her lips.

"Sam wouldn't be able to hurt a fly. Literally."

"I know..." Quinn let her head fall behind her on the couch and then, looked back to her husband. "Do you understand now why I'm so worried?"

Puck was silent. He knew Quinn was right to be worried.

...

Santana was at her small room, sitting against the head of her kid sized bed that was already becoming too small for her, staring at the wall with her hand resting on her cheek.

She was thinking about Ms. Puckerman and how caring she was with her today. How she protected her. How she calmed her. She was everything Santana ever imagined her mother would be if she was still alive.

The thought brought tears to her eyes. What would be like to have a mom? Someone to take care of her and always look after her? To kiss her goodnight and give her cuddles? To tuck her in and say she loved her every night?

She sniffled and took a deep breath to stop the tears from coming. Papi was home. She wasn't allowed to cry when he could see it.

"Santana!"

She flinched. Then she froze. Papi was shouting, he was mad. He was walking upstairs with mad, loud steps. Santana started to nibble her lip as her mind went straight to things he told her to do today;

Do the laundry. Go to school. Come straight back home. Clean the house. Fold the laundry. Make dinner. Stay quiet in her room and do her homework. Not annoy him.

She had done everything, right?

"Where are you, your ungrateful brat?" He stormed into her room, his face red with anger. Santana was frozed in her spot. "Oh, there you are. What the hell is that in the stove?"

Santana did her best to not frown. Then she struggled to make her voice come out her mouth.

"Di-dinner, Papi." She whispered, looking down and trying to stop her hands from shaking.

When he walked to her and grabbed her by her arms, bringing her to a standing position and he shook her, she knew she was in big trouble. She couldn't hold back a few tears that streamed down her face.

"Are you stupid or what? I was very clear when I said I wanted lasagna. What the hell do I found when I went to eat?" He shouted, his hands tightening more and more around her arms.

"You... You didn't say any-anything, Papi." She cried softly, trying not to panic. This only made him angrier.

"Are you saying I'm lying, YOUR LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT?" Now he was really loud and it terrified the girl. A small sob broke out her body as he threw her on the floor, her back hitting the wall very hard.

"No... No-oo Papi, I sa-said th-at you mig-ght had fo-or-goten a-and..." She cried despairingly and she saw him undoing her belt and taking it off.

"I'm going to teach you to respect me, little whore." And he held his belt up.

Santana held herself in a fetal position and sobbed in her knees as the man standing above her brought the belt down on her skin.

Even if she tried she couldn't hold back her scream of pain.

Hey guys! So, I have some people saying they have they guesses in who is adult and who is still in High School, so, tell me what your guesses are; also, I'm gonna give you a hint: Sam's parents went to High School with Quinn and Puck. Who do you think they are haha

So, tell me what you think, hate it, love it...

ALSO; I AM SO FRAKING HAPPY FOR NAYA HAVING HER FIRST BABY! IT WILL BE JUST THE CUTEST THING EVER!