Hey guys, sorry for not updating so long but Uni is really stressfull. With exams right around the corner tho, i need some time out so i wrote you this! If you're nice and R&R for me i might just write another piece... So show me love you lovelies!

Enjoy!

Santana's POV

I turned around to meet the gaze of the midget the second I saw Q-Fab's delicious ass disappear up the stairs. I'd never get enough of ogling that woman, I swear.

The hobbit looked positively frightened, probably thinking I'd start telling her about the razor blades hidden in my hair. Not that there ever were any, I just liked to scare the hell out of people. It was expected of me really. Who else would protect little Britt and Lucy from the harsh world?

Turned out, Lucy Q needn't fear the world outside, when the monsters lived in her own house. I shook my head sadly. There was so much to know about Quinn, yet I knew I didn't even know half of it. All me and Britt could do was try and put her back together and work on her social skills every time she came back from that house. Her father's yelling and beating only ruined our work when he was home so the days he spent away fucking his cheap whore on a so called business trip, we'd get to see Lucy. Now that was the nicest girl ever, even sweeter than Britt. She loved to read and draw pretty pictures. She saw the beauty in everything and taught it all to my bubbly blonde.

But one day that was over. She became twelve and her parents forbid her from seeing anyone that summer. She was a disgrace to the family and she would have to change. It was all she said to us. We held her as she told us she'd be changing schools. Her father had taken away all her books and her glasses too. I cried when she pointed to her pretty hazel eyes and said that her father wanted her to wear contact lenses since her eyes were the only natural thing about her that looked pretty. And then she disappeared for a while. Me and Britts knew we had to stay away or we'd never see her again. And there she was the first day of school, attending McKingley High just like us. But she didn't look like Lucy, she wasn't even called Lucy anymore. It broke both our hearts when we watched the elegant swan in front of us, being berated by her father already. Or maybe he had been warning her? We never found out. She had smiled at us, politely so but the sparkle was gone. The earnest in her smile, gone. The crinkles around her eyes, gone. It was a devastating sight to see.

It took us a year to become friends with her. A year of fighting and pushing and kicking and screaming. Britt never got through to her anymore, she refused to go and feed the ducks at the pond like we used to. She didn't want to run around and climb trees, she didn't want to talk about how pretty the world was. In her eyes, the world was a grey place with nothing good to offer.

It wasn't until I climbed up the tree to her window that I saw some emotion, even if it was fear.

3rd of October, Freshman Year.

"Santana! What on earth do you think you're doing? Do you want to get yourself killed?"

"Hah, and deprive the world of this hotness? Nah, no way Luce."

She scowled as she let me in. I ungraciously tumbled on her bedroom floor with a loud bam. Her eyes immediately snapped up in fear as her gaze drifted towards the door. She held up her hand to silence me and waited patiently, counting the seconds in her head. When she was sure her parents hadn't heard a ting she sighed in relief. She turned to look at me with the saddest expression I had ever seen.

"You need to go San. If he catches us, I don't know what he'll do.."

I stood up and grabbed her firmly by the shoulders.

"We're friends Luce. Okay? It's not wrong to have a friend over!"

She shrugged me off and took a step back as her legs hit her bed.

"It is past nine! And don't call me Luce anymore. It's Quinn now."

I chuckled and stepped closer until she was forced to sit on the bed. I calmly lowered myself and pulled her into a hug.

"So we're friends again huh, Fabray?"

She giggled a bit but didn't attempt to break out of my hug this time.

"Pssh. You wish San."

I pulled back and stared deeply into her eyes.

"I do though Luce . So does Britt. We miss you and we know you miss us."

She looked at her blanket and started fidgeting with it, picking at loose threads.

"I know."

"So tell me, how can we be friends again? What do you need us to be so that he'll let us see you?"

She looked up at me with eyes full of hope.

"You'd do that for me?"

I patted her gently on her thigh.

"Sure Q. But depends what it is though. I ain't wearing a pink tutu so you can forget all about that."

She stared at the wall in front of her.

"No, I don't dance anymore. I only took ballet because mom said it would help with my posture."

I looked at her profile, walls were hardening again and her jaw was set.

"Hmm. Never pegged you for a ballerina either. Though I gots to admit you look the part now."

She smiled sadly.

"I do don't I? How do you like the new nose San? Much better than the old one don't you think? And at least I lost the weight too. No use trying to fix a posture if you've got too much fat blubbering about. Oh and how about my fashion sense? Summer dresses look so much more feminine than shorts and polo t-shirts right? Don't even get me started on those silly pasts times. Reading isn't what I need. I need to be social and join lots of clubs. And wear a cross visibly all the time, I am a child of God you know. So I was thinking, what else can I add to this mix? What else is there that I am most definitely not but they'd want me to be?"

I had stayed silent this whole time. Tears had gathered in both our eyes as I heard her monotone voice sum up everything they changed about her this summer.

"So I went through their photo album of Frannie, seeing as she's the perfect daughter right?"

I nodded for her to continue.

"But there wasn't anything in there that I don't look like right now."

I looked at her desperate hands as she balled them into frustrated fists.

"She's already so perfect and I just want to upstage her."

She turned to look at me.

"I need to be better than her San."

Her hazel eyes shining with unshed tears.

"It's the only way he'll ever love me."

I pulled her close as she cried. For the first time in three months I saw the old Lucy again but I feared she'd already lost a whole lot of herself. Gone were the happy and most poetic thoughts and gone were the awkward but honest hugs and playful shoves. This Lucy was more like a shell. Reserved in every way, repressed in every way. She didn't even cry like little Lucy did. She even held back during a break down. That's when I knew, she needed me, us. And I promised her we'd find something.

We'd make her better than Fran. She'd be Quinn Fabray, the Prom Queen and most popular girl at school. We'd rule the school and Russell would finally love his daughter.

That's when we became the Unholy Trinity and exactly a year later we ruled the school.

So did you like it? Some background on Quinn here, it's to make you understand Santana has been around for a while so when she puts Rachel in place next time, you guys understand where she is coming from. Besides i always thought Lucy would be really good friends with Britt and Quinn was more like Santana..Okay now thoughts on Santana/OC or Brittana? And what should i do about Finn?

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