A/N-The amount of time it's been since I updated this story is absolutely unacceptable, and I cannot even say sorry, because I don't deserve to be forgiven. Trust me, there was no way I was giving up on this one. I just made the mistake of starting another story on here, and a side project. Plus life has been crazy. I was in a really bad car wreck, and broke lots of body parts. Here's an update, again, I know, I really really really really really suck, I'm sorry. I wanted to make like this huge come back, and have a super long chapter for an update but, since I've been on such a long break, I'm nervous that my writing isn't flowing like it usually does. So, please don't be mad if my newer chapters aren't as long. That will change.

Side note: Please don't say anything in your reviews or messages about the final season. I haven't seen any of it yet.

One Month Later.

Quinn was sitting at her desk, working away on her computer. She had only been in her office for about three hours, and was already wanting to make a mad dash for the door. She was barely able to concentrate on the photos she was editing. Grabbing her phone from her lap, for the third time in five minutes, she checked to see if Rachel had answered her texts. When she saw that she hadn't, she frowned a little. It seemed to be happening often, her wishing she was at the Playground instead of her own office. As much as it stressed her out, she sometimes longed for long meetings with Santana, or helping new clients look through the catalog. Her mind wandered to thoughts of her second job, and she got lost in the thoughts. When she heard a knock on the door, she sighed and pushed her laptop aside."Come in!"

Kitty entered, with a huge smile on her face."Hey."

"Hey there, what's up" smiled Quinn.

"I just got back from that meeting with the Sony people, and they're on board with all the changes you requested. So, I wanted to bring you the paperwork before I take it legal." She eagerly took a seat in front of Quinn's desk, and handed her a large envelope. Quinn took it and, and opened it."Also, I wanted to make sure that the schedule I've got for you matches up with whatever you've got. I just want us on the same page."

"Yeah, we can do that. Thank you for getting this all straightened out", she said, scrolling through the paperwork."Were they being ass holes about it?"

"Of course they were, but I set them straight real quick. Some producer made a comment about how you shouldn't be paid more, since you've worked for them multiple times before. I wasted zero time in telling him that, because you've worked for them before, is exactly why you will be getting paid more. I shut him up real quick", smirked the overly eager blond."I'm here to please, boss."

Quinn laughed a little, and nodded."See, that attitude...and the amazing photos you sent me last night...are both reasons you will be a major success in life."

"Oh, wow...you...actually looked at them..." asked the assistant, in shock.

"Kitty, those shots were absolutely perfect, especially the shadows you captured in the black and white shots."

"Oh my God, Quinn...thank you so much! Your opinion is honestly the only one I care about! It means a lot that you liked my work!"

"I loved it, and I'm actually pretty interested in seeing what you can do in other areas", she said, as she placed the papers down on her desk. She grabbed a pen, and signed all the places she needed to sign."I've got another shoot coming up for Roz, I think."

"Yes, you do", said Kitty, looking to her phone."I've got it scheduled for Thursday of next week. Nine o'clock PM...it's a night shoot...Ms. Washington has called to confirm."

"You'll be there with me anyway, bring your equipment, and you can shoot a card or two."

"Quinn, don't mess with me", said Kitty, her eyes damn near popping out of her head.

"I'm not messing with you", she laughed."I'm serious. I think you'll do well. Plus, it's a really fun environment. Since Roz has become a friend of mine, there's only a certain level of professionalism that I need to use around her and her models. It's a good time, it doesn't even feel like work."

Kitty was so happy, that she jumped from her chair, rounded Quinn's desk, and wasted no time leaning down to hug her."Thank you so much!"

It startled Quinn, but she smiled and hugged her back."You're welcome, Kitty."

Once the hug broke, Kitty grabbed the paperwork."I'll get this to legal, and grab your lunch after that. Would you like a bacon, lettuce and tomato bagel, or a salad with bacon pieces sprinkled on top?"

"Neither actually, I think I'll go out for lunch, however...make sure you have a good lunch, because you have scouting to do this evening."

"Trust me, I'll be fine. I've already got at least three places in mind, all I have to do is go look at them", smiled Kitty.

"I know I say this all the time, but it's still true. Promoting you to my assistant was one of the best decisions of my life. Keep up the good work, sweetie."

Almost an hour later, Quinn was in her car, finally on her way to the playground. She was talking on speaker with Santana."I'm on my way, calm the Hell down, San."

"You told me that like a half hour ago, like hurry the fuck up already", yelled he Latina.

"I'm sorry, have you forgotten where we live? It's New York City, the traffic is constant. It's not my fault you get driven around, and don't have to deal with driving in this garbage first hand."

"Look, just get here! We have an issue, and it needs to be dealt with before we open tonight! Hurry the fuck up, Quinn!" Before Quinn could respond, Santana had hung up.

"You bitch", said Quinn, shaking her head. Just as she was about to toss her phone into her purse, Rachel's ringtone was coming from it."Finally...Hello?"

"Hi, beautiful", said Rachel, from the other line.

"Sweetie, where have you been? I've been texting you all morning."

"I know, I'm sorry. Something was wrong with my phone, and I've been at the damn Apple store for what feels like an eternity. They had my phone, and I don't have my iPod touch with me, so I didn't see any of my messages. I'm on my way back home, Santana is so pissed off at me right now, Jesus."

"That makes two of us, she's blaming me for traffic."

"Of course she is", laughed Rachel."Let her bitch, she's stressed out. Nobody's safe from her wraith when she's in this mood."

"I know", sighed Quinn."I'm like ten minutes away, I have no idea what's going on, but it must be pretty bad. She sounds like she's about to stab somebody."

"I guess we'll find out soon enough. I'm about to pull in the garage, lovely."

"God, I love it when you call me that. I love you, see you soon", smiled Quinn.

By the time she made it off the elevator, Rachel was waiting for her. She bounced away from her conversation with Lauren, and threw herself into the blond's arms."There you are." She kissed her softly on the lips."Missed you."

"Missed you too."

Lauren cleared her throat, and picked up a magazine."You guys better cut that out, and get upstairs. It's fine with me if Boss Lady murders you but, it would be better if it happened in her office. I don't need the mess down here."

The other two woman laughed.

"You're concern for us is mind blowing, Lauren", said Rachel, sarcasm strong in her tone."Really, just so touching."

"Listen, this maybe just the opening gate to the place, but it's the only space that I have to call my own in this whole building. Move it on out...".

"We'll get out of your hair", smiled Quinn, as the couple made their way inside.

When they walked into Santana's office, they weren't surprised that Brittany was perched atop the desk. However, seeing Jacob sitting in one of the hot seats, was a bit of a shock to both of them. Sitting in the other hot seat, was Alyson.

"Oh my God", exclaimed Rachel, looking right at Jacob."You left the cave!"

"No, Boss Lady pretty much pulled me out by my ears", he said, nervously."It was kinda' sexy, I can't lie."

"Jacob, shut up", snapped Santana, leaning back in her chair."You two, sit the fuck down."

"Sanny, please calm down", begged the dancer."Or at least try."

"Really, Boss Lady...you're scaring me a little", said Alyson.

Rachel and Quinn sat down on the couch together.

"What's wrong, Santana", asked Quinn.

"A few weeks ago, I gave Jacob a phone number to track, it was the one that Tina called me from", Santana started to explain."Tell them what you found, my little creeper."

"Well...I had to get a friend of mine to help me out. We found out she was calling from inside of the building", he said, a few squeaks in his voice. Brittany couldn't help but smile, she loved when his voice cracked. It was almost as if the man was still going through puberty.

"How fucking cliche is that", asked Santana."When he told me that, I swear to God I felt like I was in a cheesy ass horror movie. The call was coming from inside of the building."

"How is that possible", asked Quinn.

"That's what I wanted to know, and I had no clue how to even go about figuring it out. That is, until this little shit came forward with something", said Santana, pointing at Alyson."Tell them what you found, pocket sized, Dora the fucking playground explorer."

Alyson laughed a little before she started talking."So...I've been creeping around this building a little since I got here...I like to check out other floors, just for fun, ya' know? Well, a couple nights ago, I was down on the eleventh floor...I came across this...crazy little living space."

"Living space", asked Rachel."What do you mean?"

"Tiny Terror...are you serious? She means a little space, that somebody lives in. You need it drawn out for you?"

"San...oh my God, what the Hell is your problem today", snapped Rachel."I get that you're pissed, but you really need to calm down. Take a shot...or get a pill from Noah! I don't care what you do, just stop being such a bitch!" Quinn had given her shoulder a squeeze as a hint to calm her nerves, but it hadn't worked.

Santana knew she needed to calm down, but she didn't care at the moment."Quinn, keep your girl in check, before I check her into a fucking wall!"

"Sanny, stop", whined Brittany, standing up."Oh my God, I can't take this right now. Jacob and Aly...would you mind leaving for right now? It's not personal, I just need Santana and Rachel to calm down." Santana rolled her eyes, and leaned even further back in her chair.

"Yeah, sure", smiled Alyson, as she stood up. She patted Jacob on the back."Let's go man, I'll walk you back to the cave."

"Alright." He stood up, and they were out of the office as fast as possible.

"Britts, you didn't have to do that", said Rachel.

"Yes I did. If Santana gets too worked up...she might have another heart attack or something."

"Perfection", said the Latina, grabbing her hand, and pulling her into her lap."I didn't have a heart attack, relax."

"It was close enough to one", said Quinn."She's right, it would be best if we just had a normal conversation about this."

"Yeah...okay", agreed Rachel."So Tina has been hiding here. How are you wanting to fix this, Santana?"

"I think I have a plan, but it's all about timing. I had Alyson take me down there a little while ago, and we found a newspaper from yesterday." She was finally calmed down, but it surprised every woman in the room just how calm she was getting. It was almost as if somebody had pushed a button, and made her sad."Look, I'm happy that she living, but she's not living well. There were needles and...some other shit that made it pretty damn clear. She's...not gonna' make it if we don't get her back."

Brittany sensed the sadness in her lover's tone. Along with some fear."I'm sure we will save her, Sanny."

"It's scary yes, but you just said it, San. She's living, and even if it's not well, at least we have a chance to bring her back", said Quinn, earning a small nod from her friend."What's your plan?"

"I guess we go down there, wait around sight unseen, and if she shows up...she does not leave. Lauren can restrain her if nessacery, I'll be there and...I think you should be down there too, Rach."

Rachel smiled sadly."I was hoping you wanted that."

"Why do you think I wanted you here so fucking badly? I need you for this, Tina trusts you...or at least she did before all this", Santana looked towards her lap."She blames herself for Sunshine, which means...she knows exactly what happened to her."

"Sanny, you can't ask her to talk about that right now. We don't even know what kind of shape she's in."

"Babe, I know. I'll give her some time. I already talked to Mercedes, she gave me the name of a place we can send her. A very expensive rehab center, but I don't care, she has to go, so Britt's and I are paying for it."

"I'd like to help pay as well...please", asked Rachel.

"Me too", said Quinn, earning a kiss on the cheek from her tiny girlfriend.

"That's so sweet, thank you both", smiled the dancer.

Later that night, once things had gotten busy, Quinn was pacing around Rachel's room. She had her phone to her ear, listening to her very flustered Mother on the other end of the call.

"Quinny, I have no idea what to do. I caught them red handed."

"Mom, they're teenagers. I hate to be the one to tell you this...teenagers like to...explore each other." The minute the words left her mouth, she spun around, and looked at Rachel wide eyed. As if she couldn't believe she had just used the words that she did. It was apparent that Rachel was just as surprised, because she started laughing. Quinn just smirked, and shook her head.

"I know that teenagers are like that, honey. I just don't know how to deal with it. They are so embarrassed, and so am I. I need to talk to Laine about this, I know that. Should I call Mia's parents?"

"No, no no...don't do that. I'll let Santana know what happened, and she can talk to her sister about it", said Quinn, hastily.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Look, Mom...I've got some work to do, so I should go for now. But, maybe I can stop by tomorrow...and help you discuss some things with Laine."

"That would be wonderful, dear. Bring Rachel with you."

"Why?"

"Aside from the fact that I want to see her gorgeous face...I'm sure this chat will be much easier for Laine, if Rachel is here."

Quinn nodded a little."Yeah, alright, that makes sense. Fow now, just let her be, she'll come out of her room when she's ready."

"Alright. Thank you, dear. I love you, I'll see you tomorrow."

"I love you too, Mom. Bye." She hung the phone up, and sighed."My God, this is a mess."

A look of concern came over Rachel's face."What did she catch them doing exactly?"

"She walked in on them making out...one had a hand up a shirt, the other had a hand up a skirt."

She walked over, and took a seat on the couch."I feel bad. She didn't know she'd be dealing with another teen after me."

"To be fair, she wanted to take Laine in more than anything. I'm sure she knew what she was getting herself into, lovely." She stoked the blond's cheek, and smiled."I hate to say it...but-"

"I know. It's almost time for your first client", she said, with a small pout."Go on, I'll most likely be in the E-Lounge with Santana."

"Oh my God, that's right! Aren't you guys starting on plans for renovation?"

Quinn smiled at her girl's enthusiasm."Yeah, for the E-Lounge, and the new additions. I still can't believe she agreed to add vocal performances in the E-Lounge. That was a battle I thought for sure I would lose."

"I knew she'd cave. Especially when you told Britts about it. With how excited she was, there was no way San could say no."

The blond grabbed Rachel by the hips, and easily lifted her into her lap."You better believe you'll be the first official performance when the lounge is done." She kissed her neck, softly, before rubbing her lips against her ear."I'll be sitting right up front."

"Mmmmmm...why are you doing this to me right now", moaned Rachel.

"You know why", purred the blond."If I get you wet before you meet with your first client, it was me, not her. Let her think it was her."

"Babe, you're the only one that gets me this hot, don't worry about my clients", said Rachel. She turned around and straddled her legs across Quinn's lap."Besides that, when I'm done...I want you bad. Nobody compares to you." Rachel felt bad in a way. She was always having to tell her girlfriend that she was the only one that made her feel so good. It was the truth, but Quinn always needed to hear it.

"You have three play dates tonight...I hope you'll have energy for me by the time you're done." Rachel giggled a little."Also, we need a good night sleep. We have to go lecture a seventeen year old about sex tomorrow."

"I do want to be there for Laine, but...it's a little ironic, right? Given what I do for a living and all?"

"You're not seventeen."

"I know", she said, worry in her tone."But, Laine knows what I do, so how could she possibly take me seriously? Plus, isn't seventeen kind of a normal age to start fooling around? It's not like either of them could end up pregnant...".

"That's true. Listen, baby...I'm with you. Only, my Mother is involved, and she won't agree with us. It is what it is."

An hour and a half later, Quinn and Santana were exiting the E-Lounge. Both drinks in one hand, tablets in the other, arguing back and forth. Nobody bothered to bat an eye at their bickering anymore. It was known playground wide that they verbally assaulted each other at least once a day.

"Bitch, you can't have more than one dance pole on the stage, it looks fucking stupid", spat Santana.

"San, if you have two poles, it's better. Two dancers on poles at the same time is more exciting", Quinn spat back.

"What the fuck are you talking about? With one pole, all the concentration is on one dancer! Plus, if there's only one dancer on the stage, the other pole is just...there. It would look awkward as Hell! Two poles is chaos! I'm not approving that!"

"How the Hell will we ever get the renovations started if you keep shooting down everything I suggest? You being your usual, bitchy, stubborn self will really screw this up, I can already tell."

Santana simply laughed, as they took a seat at the bar."Oh okay, Barbie...I'm the stubborn one. I approved some of the bullshit you've shot at me." She snapped her fingers, at Puck. He nodded and was on his way over."What you fail to understand, dear Qunnie...is that I can't approve literally everything that you want changed."

Puck was about to ask the Latina if she needed a refill, but was cut off by his new bar tending partner."What would you like, Miss Santana?"

"Jesus, Sage! Where the Hell did you come from", asked Santana, in shock.

"Okay, you have got to cut that shit out, it's been weeks", snapped Puck."That's like the ninth fucking time you've stolen an order from me tonight!"

Aly laughed a little and rolled her eyes."Dude, don't get your mohawk in a twist. I'm just doing my job."

"No, you're doing my fucking job!"

"Puck, relax", said Quinn, warning in her tone.

"No, fuck that! Why the Hell does this little shit even gotta' be back here now that I'm working here again?"

The shorter woman turned to face him."I get it, I haven't been here long but I'm better at this than I was when I started. Maybe you're a little threatened? Maybe I'm already better at it than you."

"Eat shit, you little smurf, there is no better than me, not for this place! Why don't you back the Hell off, and let me do my job! Quit stepping on my nuts!"

"Enough", snapped Santana, who was a little annoyed that her employees were fighting openly in front of clients."Now is not the time, we will sort this out later. Sage, take our drink orders...Puckerman, move along."

"Seriously", he said, eyebrows raised. He was clearly offended.

"Puck, just go", breathed Quinn.

"Wow. Alright, whatever."

As soon as he had stormed away, Santana glared at the tiny bartender."Stop trying to piss him off, I mean it."

"Come on, he's already pissed off….I can't be doing that much damage."

Quinn smiled."Sage, you're a delight….I like you, but you're underestimating yourself. You could piss off a Nun within a minute."

"Nah", said Santana, shaking her head."I'd give it thirty seconds. Now, wipe that smug little grin off your face, and refresh us."

"Yes, Miss Santana", she laughed."Gin and Tonic, Vodka and Cran, coming right up."

The next morning came much faster than Santana would have liked. She hadn't gotten to bed until nearly five A.M. So, when she was ripped from her sleep by pounding on the door of her and Brittany's suite, she was instantly unhappy.

"Wha….what the...fuck", she grumbled, as she shot up. She glanced over, and tried to focus her eyes on the bed side table. She slammed her hand onto her phone, and looked at the time.

7:47 A.M.

"Oh you have got to be fucking joking", she growled."Mátenme por favor."

"Sanny", groaned the tired dancer that lay beside her."I know that my Spanish is bad, but we've been together long enough. You said, kill me now….what's wrong?"

"I don't know, my Perfection." She ripped the blankets from her body, and swung her feet to the ground."I'm about to find out. Stay here." She leaned down, and kissed her girlfriend on the forehead."I'll be right back." After throwing a red, silk robe over her body, and putting slippers on her feet, she left the bedroom, and shuffled towards the door. The pounding continued until she opened it."What?"

"I'm so sorry to bother you right now, Miss Santana." A very nervous and tired Lauren, stood before her."But...we have a situation, and you're needed."

The Latina yawned, yet managed to maintain some authority in her tone."Yeah, fuck. Alright, what is it?"

The larger woman took a deep breath before she spoke."Rachel found Tina."

Again, sorry if it's short, but I'll get back to normal. If I even have any readers left, I love you guys and reviews are always amazing. HIGH FIVES.