It was a Sunday afternoon when Santana was on her way to the airport to pick Quinn and Rachel up from the air port. How is Quinn helping her out you ask? Well my answer to you is that Quinn is a hot shot lawyer from LA. She was going to get Stacey a restraining order on her ass so she couldn't come within fifty yards of Katie or any of the Pierce family members. Quinn heard how distraught Santana was on the phone and she knew she just had to help an old friend out. Some friendships would never die, and this is one of them.

Santana spotted the married couple and flagged them down. She embraced Quinn tightly, missing her old friend greatly. She then turned to Rachel, who over time grew found of, and gave her a quick hug. "Quinn, you don't know how thankful I am for you doing this for me. I don't know what else to do."

"San, you know I'd do anything for you. If roles were reversed I know you'd do the same for us and Taylor."

Taylor Fabray, was Rachel and Quinn's six year old daughter. She was biologically Rachel's daughter. I bet your wondering who her father is. To answer that, her father is Sam Evans. So Taylor had some blonde qualities to make her look a little bit like Quinn. Thankfully she didn't get Sam's trouty mouth.

"I'd do anything for my god daughter. No matter what you know that."

"As great as it is catching up I think it would be in our best interest to get our luggage."

Agreeing with Rachel they quickly went to grab the two's luggage. They were hopefully only going to be here for two weeks. Taylor was staying with Sam for those two weeks, and it was the longest the mothers have been apart from their daughter.

"Where is Britt and this little Katie anyway San?" Rachel asked as they made their way out of the air port.

"Katie is at home with Brittany. She doesn't really do well in crowds and besides she should be taking a quick power nap anyway. She's so small." She smiled at her memories of her daughter, "Her and Britt usually just cuddle all afternoon anyway."

They got into San's SUV and drove back to the Peirce estate. San volunteered to carry the luggage as they made their way to the front door. They quickly stepped inside. "Babe?" Santana called through the house, searching for her blonde wife.

Brittany appeared out of no where with the biggest smile on her face. She squeaked with excitement, some things still haven't changed. She hugged her two high school friends. "We should be quiet. Katie is asleep on the couch."

Brittany helped Santana carry their house guest luggage to the guest room. Rachel and Quinn unpacked before they got down to business. They all sat at the dinner table, trying to devise a plan on how they were going to get this to work.

"Has she done anything to harm Katie in any way?" Quinn questioned, writing stuff down on a note pad.

"Well yeah, she abused her, her whole life." San said in a duh tone.

"Anything else?"

"Well," Brittany started "She waits outside my dance studio when San drops Katie off. She scares Katie every time she sees her. She always triggers a terrible memory in Katie's mind. She makes our daughter a nervous wreck." Brittany filled the two in on Katie's many nightmares and abusive situations.

Rachel grabbed Quinn's hand. Quinn's dad, when drunk, would hit her. Anytime their would be a child abuse case she would always take it, and she always one. Katie was getting that restraining order. Stacey wasn't going to hurt this girl again. "She's never going to see Katie again." Quinn said in a low dangerous tone.

"Mamma?" Brittany heard Katie call for her. Guess Katie wasn't going to get a big nap today. Santana smiled though, she still couldn't get over the fact that she was a parent, a parent with Brittany. On the other hand Quinn and Rachel turned to find the face to the voice. They really did want to meet Katie.

"In here Baby."

Katie walked through to the dining room, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes. When she looked up she saw two unfamiliar faces, stopping her movements instantly. Her eyes got wide, like a deer in headlights. She looked back to her parents and back to the two unfamiliar people.

"Hermosa, these are our friends Quinn and Rachel, we used to go to high school together. They're here because they're going to help us."

Katie still hadn't moved from the position in which she stood. She was still to scared, she didn't really do well around new people. She wasn't socially awkward, just really shy.

"Come here baby." Brittany said soothingly, noticing her daughters discomfort.

Katie ran to her mamma, climbing onto her lap, finding safety in her mamma's arms. She hid her face, using the blondes hair as a curtain. "You don't need to be shy Hermosa." She heard Santana say to her.

"Hi Katie, I'm Rachel, Quinn's wife." Katie looked at the small brunette and gave her a small smile.

"I'm Quinn." Quinn gave her a warm smile.

Katie stayed in her Mamma's lap as they talked about things that she didn't understand. She didn't really understand why these people where in her house but she knew that nothing could touch her as long as she was in her Mamma's arms. They were just about done talking when Katie spoke up, for the first time since she saw the two. "Are you here to take me back to my other mother? I don't want to go back to her." She said in a timid voice, grabbing her Mami's hand, still in Britts arms.

Quinn smiled sadly at the girl, she couldn't image what she was going through. Her dad may have beat her, but nothing like this. "No honey. We're here to make sure that your other mother doesn't come near you. I'm afraid your stuck with these two." Quinn gave the nine year old a warm smile.

Katie was stuck with Brittany and Santana but she was sure she could live with that.

Yay for me updating this story…its 11:10 at night and I have to be up for school in like six hours. Literally going to be a raging sea dragon. Questions!

Should there be more Santana Katie moments?

Should they win and get the restraining order?

Should Katie get in trouble with her parents. And by that I mean not like legit trouble but they tell her no and she has like a temper tandrum.

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