(Oh my god, i'm so SO sorry for using Aislin insted of Echo in the first posting. Thank you to those who alerted me to the issue! That's what happens when you alternate btween stories with similar children! Sorry! Love you guys!)

"This sucks," Santana mumbled as she was being felt up by the airport security guard. She looked over and saw Quinn and Echo breezing through security. "Seriously, chica is this because I'm brown? Cuz' that shits racist." She mumbled to the black FSA attendant. "Look seriously, I don't have anything!" She flailed her arms as the woman rolled her eyes. She looked behind her and saw the blondes making faces at her on the other side of security. After a few minutes, Santana grabbed her shoes and shoved her feet in them before she shuffled over to the other girls. "I hate airplanes."

"Santana got searched," Echo said in a sing song voice. The Latina glared as she readjusted her laptop bag on her shoulder. "Now she's pouting." Quinn laughed slightly before receiving a glare from her girlfriend, she tangled their fingers together as they walked towards the gate. After awhile they boarded the plane and situated themselves on the seats. Echo was siting next to the window, with her mother next to her and Santana on the end. The Latina let out a slight cough as she rested her head back against the seat. Quinn threaded their fingers together on her lap and squeezed the girls hand as they took off.

They reached Lima and Santana turned onto the main road.

"So, do you want me to drop you off at your mom's?" Santana asked.

"Yeah. She's expecting us, are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" Quinn asked as she looked around the town that never seemed to change.

"Nah," Santana replied, "I think i'll just go to my hotel tonight." She turned onto Quinn's road.

"You're not staying with grandma, San?" Echo asked from the backseat.

"No, hun. She's going to stay at a hotel and then visit her family."

"Oh."

"I'll see you tomorrow though." Santana offered up causing the smaller blonde to smile. Santana pulled into the house and put the car in park. Echo jumped out and ran into her grandmothers arms. Santana smiled and looked at her girlfriend. Quinn leaned over and pressed her lips against Santana's before pulling away.

"Text me tonight." She whispered, kissing her cheek before jumping out of the car and grabbing their bags. Santana drove away and headed towards the hotel she decided to stay in. She could have stayed at her parents, but she thought that it would be to awkward. Once inside the room she flopped on the bed and promptly fell asleep. A few hours later she woke up coughing, she rolled off the bed and headed into the bathroom and soaked in the tub trying not to cough her lung out. Her phone vibrated and she grabbed it off the toilet, she smiled when she saw the picture Quinn had sent her. She had taken a picture of her face, she was pouting. Santana flipped out the keyboard and typed.

S-I miss you too.

Q- What are you doing?

S- Taking a bath… you should come in with me.

Q- Mmm. Remember last time?

S- When Echo complained the next morning when she got home from her sleepover that the floor was all wet? Yeah, I remember.

Q- Whatever.

S- How's your mom?

Q- Good, lonely. My sister got her a cat.

S- Cool.

Q- Are you seeing your folks tomorrow?

S- Don't remind me. Honestly, I can't believe you dragged me here.

Q- I promised you lots of sex. Preferably in random places while we visit with our former friends.

S- You better.

Q- Count on it.

Santana put the phone down as she crawled out of the now chilly water, she walked into the bedroom and changed into her pajamas and curled under the covers. Her phone rang a few seconds later.

"You ignored me." Quinn said, her voice carrying over an apparent pout.

"I had to get dressed and into bed," Santana explained. "I miss you."

"I miss you too," Santana yawned as she pulled the blankets over her head. "I don't want to see my parents tomorrow."

"I know you don't." Quinn sighed. Santana's relationship had been strained with her parents for years. Santana acted out as a teenager, she tried to get the attention of her immigrant parents who worked hard to provide for the family. She rebelled against the strict upbringing and drank, smoked and had more sex than she was even comfortable with. Her father found out one day, he walked in on her and Brittany; the blonde girl ran out of the house, but Santana had to face her father. He yelled at her, he called her some of the worst names he could muster and she just took it. She starred at the wall and when he didn't say anything more she looked him in the eye. They starred at each other for minutes before she grabbed her jacket and walked out of the house. Santana came back to school a week later with a black eye, and never mentioned her father again.

"San?" Quinn said after a few minutes of silence. "He can't hurt you anymore." Santana laughed sightly, "What?"

"It wasn't him who hit me back in the dad." She sighed, "He came to find me after I walked out. He apologized for yelling and calling me a whore. My mother hit me, she's the one who couldn't handle me."

"You're better than her. Just go, say hello then come back to my house."

"What about your mom?"

"I already told her about you, she wants to meet you again." Quinn smiled, "So come over. We can fool around in my old room."

"Sold." Santana laughed, "Are you always going to incise me with sex?"

"Yes."

"Good to know." Santana smirked, "Baby, I gotta go to sleep."

"Alright. I adore you."

"You too, see you tomorrow." Santana yawned before hanging up the phone.