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Santana nervously plucked at the bottom of her Uniform jacket as she stared up at the Starbucks sign. She was late, she couldn't remember the last time she had been late for anything. But for some reason she had been dragging her feet. Well if she was honest with herself she knew exactly why she was dragging her feet. Quinn. It all came down to Quinn and everything that would come with Quinn. And Santana wasn't sure whether she was truly ready for all that. 'Pull yourself together Lopez. You can do this. You got this.' With a last grunt Santana walked into Starbucks with a determined stride she took her cap of and stuck it in her breast pocket then scanned the shop. Quinn wasn't hard to spot at all.

Quinn twirled her spoon, she had of course gotten there early. And had grabbed them a table in the back nice and private. With that she had gotten herself the biggest cup of coffee they had and gambled on a regular black coffee for Santana. If her memory served her she was sure that that was Santana's drink of choice. I hope she shows up. She'll show up. I don't think Army people stand people up right?

'Sorry I'm late.' Santana said softly as she got to Quinn's table. 'I was held up.'

Quinn jumped a little then got up. 'Oh no worries. You aren't really late at all. I am still anal about being early for everything.' Quinn offered a small smile and felt some of her nerves ease when it was returned. 'I wasn't sure whether you still took you coffee the same way, but I took a chance.' Quinn motioned to the cup sitting on the table ready to drink.

Santana smiled wryly, oh how she would love a cup. And Quinn had of course gotten her order perfect. She had always had a freakish eye for detail. 'As sweet as that is Quinn, I actually don't drink coffee any more.' Lies! All Lies! You love your coffee you just have a temporary break from each other. Santana nearly winced at Quinn's crestfallen expression, it was so obvious how hard Quinn was trying. 'If it makes you feel any better, you got my order right.' Santana gave Quinn's shoulder a quick squeeze, just to show how grateful she was for the effort. 'I'll be right back, I'm just going to get something. Do you want some thing else? Maybe something to eat?'

'No thanks Santana, I'll be heading home for some shut eye after this. But please get yourself something.' Quinn shook her head. Then watched as Santana walked to the counter. She had to admit the fatigues looked good on Santana. She looked confident and comfortable. Quinn frowned as she pulled the cup of coffee she had gotten for Santana closer to her. For a second there she was pretty sure she had seen something like longing crossing Santana's features, but it was gone in an instant. Maybe she is on one of those crazy health kicks?

Santana made quick work of getting her order then headed back to the table. 'It is good to see you Quinn.' Santana didn't miss the small quirk of Quinn's eyebrow. Quinn obviously wanted to say something, but was holding back and why wouldn't she, Santana had freaked out on her before. Santana sighed and put down her sandwich. 'I am sorry for how I reacted on Monday. It was just...I never expected to run into you.'

'Well I can safely say I didn't expect it either.' Quinn slowly sipped her coffee and watched as Santana wolfed down her sandwich. 'Hungry are we?' She chuckled when Santana sheepishly looked up.

'Sorry running after a bunch of soldiers who think they know everything really gives you an appetite. Plus I was running late so I missed Breakfast.' More like my sweet little angel decided that my breakfast would look better on my shirt. Really should keep things away from those little fingers. Santana sipped at her drink this time she had gone with Mango. It was good.

'So.' Quinn but her lip. 'Are you are nervous as I am?'

Santana chuckled then nodded. 'Yea, I mean I just got here less than a week ago. And there you are. And all I am trying to do is find my feet. I haven't been a big city in a long time. It all feels so off.'

'Oh good. I hate being the only one that was nervous.' Quinn filed away every little detail that Santana let out. She wasn't dumb though, there were huge volumes of things being left out from both sides. But it did surprise her how short a time Santana had been there. Them running into each other truly was a one in million coincidence. 'So you are a Sergeant?'

'Sergeant First Class actually, but not bad.' Santana arched her eyebrow eyeing Quinn's badge. 'And you are a detective. Now that surprised me.' Actually when she saw the NYPD logo on Quinn's card she was totally floored. Quinn had been on her way to Yale, and now she was a cop. Things had truly changed. And she had no idea how, when or where.

'SVU.' Quinn nodded. 'You are in the Medical Corps?'

'Combat Medic.' Santana agreed, their conversation was awkward, but at least better than their phone call had been. They were basically getting to know each other again, or rather some aspects of each other. Work seemed to be a comfortable topic for them both. 'What exactly is SVU?'

Quinn blinked, it had been a while since someone had asked her that. 'Special Victims Unit. You've been deployed?'

Santana hummed non comital and took another sip. 'You could say that, a few times. And I don't really want to know what Special Victims entails, do I?'

'Somehow I don't think I have to tell you what it entails. What are you doing in New York though?' Please say you are here to stay! Quinn knew that she couldn't push to hard. She had no idea how Santana would react. She seemed so much calmer now, but still. She didn't want to risk losing contact again.

'I'm an instructor actually. I was injured on my last deployment and haven't healed completely. And New York was offered to me, I thought it would be a nice change.' Santana easily left out huge parts of the story. But she was not ready to tell Quinn about Alejandra. She would eventually, if things worked out. 'How about you?'

'I got to the point where I was just done doing what people expected.' Quinn shrugged, of course there were a few details missing there. But some things she just didn't want to talk about in a coffee shop. 'So I became a cop, and I have to say I have never been happier.'

Santana nodded, Quinn did look very at ease with herself. Something that had always been missing when they were younger. It looked good on her. Santana growled when her phone chirped, things were just getting a little less awkward. 'I'm sorry I have to take this. Sergeant Lopez.' She held her phone and immediately her grip turned white. I can not leave those idiots alone for five minutes! 'Yes Sir...no sir not funny at all...yes sir...of course sir...I'll be there in five minutes sir...yes sir...yes sir.' Santana got up and looked at Quinn apologetically. 'I am so sorry Quinn.'

'Go, that sounded like someone wants your ass in a sling.' Quinn shrugged, she understood she was no stranger of having to run off without a proper explanation. Santana gave her a curt nod then was gone. Quinn sat back and sighed. 'Well that went well, I think.' She muttered as she sipped the last of her coffee. Santana had at least managed to demolish her sandwich before she had to run of. That was something.

Brittany sighed unhappily as she watched people go in and out of the building where her dance studio was. She wished she had the courage to go in too. But she just couldn't, she didn't think she ever would. But she tried none the less. Every day. But she never got closer than across the road. With a sigh she picked up her bag and started walking back to her car. Maybe tomorrow. She had to get back to her home studio she had some dancers going there for rehearsals. And she was already running late.

'Brit wait!'

Brittany turned around and actually smiled. 'Paul, it's good to see you.'

'You too, I must say I was surprised when I saw you from upstairs.' Paul grinned, he was one of Brittany's best friends and also manager of the dance studio.

Brittany pulled him close for a quick hug. 'I've been getting closer, and closer I just can't manage actually going inside.' She sighed again.

Paul nodded in understanding. 'Hey it's a gorgeous building though, so you can admire it from afar. A sort of strange love affair.' He teased her with a cheeky grin.

'You are such an ass.' Brittany rolled her eyes. 'Don't you have a class to teach?'

'Don't you have one?' Paul arched his eyebrow, he was one of the few people that still treated Brittany the exact same way as always.

'Touché.' Brittany nodded as she checked her watch. Now she really was running late. And Quinn would kill her because she would be woken up by the doorbell. She works so hard. Way to hard. 'And if I don't hurry Quinn might kick me out for letting them wake her up from her beauty rest.'

Paul winced in sympathy he knew Quinn's temper, had been on the receiving end on a couple of occasions. But Quinn loved Brittany to pieces so he always put up with her. She was good for Brittany. 'How is Ms Thang?'

'Working to hard, and some nights cries herself to sleep.' Brittany sighed, she had never stood in Quinn's way when she had decided to become a Police Officer, but sometimes she wished she had chosen something that would break her heart a little less often. But just like dancing was her calling, being a detective was Quinn's, it suited her completely. 'And if you ever call her that t her face, she might just shoot you.'

Paul shrugged easily, he had been threatened with just that by Quinn herself on a few occasions. So it didn't bother him to much. He made it a point to get under her skin. She was usually so calm and collected, but he apparently had that most rare of gifts. The gift of irritating her. 'I can handle her. But I actually wanted to ask whether you had time sometime this week? I wanted to talk shop with you.'

'The studio is doing ok, right?' Brittany asked, just a little panic in her voice. She might not be able to bring herself to actually go in there, but it was incredibly important to her that it stayed open and thrived.

'Whoa, yea of course it is. Actually it's doing so well we are having trouble keeping up with demand. I wanted to talk to you about opening another studio actually.' Paul pack peddled fast, he should have led with that. He knew how much the studio meant to Brittany.

'Another one, can I afford that?' Brittany frowned, she hadn't taken a look at her financials in a while. She really didn't have to. She knew she was well off. But opening another studio was going to take some serious money.

'Sweety with the choreography you do,which by the way brings in an insane amount of money! You own one of the hottest dance studios around. You can afford it. Trust me, I checked and re checked.' Paul pushed a file into her hands. 'Brit I know it might not be the best time to bring this up, but just take a look. I did the research and I even checked out a few possible locations. Think about it?'

Brittany frowned at the pink folder in her hand. She had never really thought about the possibility of opening another studio, but maybe that was the answer. Maybe that was exactly what she needed to get her feet back under her. 'I promise to take a look, but I seriously have to run now.'

'Say hi to Ms Thang!' Paul waved as she ran off. He hoped that he had done the right thing. Brittany needed something new. And he hoped that a new studio could be just what she needed.

Santana was fuming, she was beyond pissed. Because of her idiot soldiers she had gotten an hour long ass chewing about not being able to control them and that if I didn't get them under control soon they would demote her. And all that because Private Jensen thought it would be funny to cellophane the toilets in the Officers bathrooms. The base Commander sure as hell didn't think it was funny. And neither did Santana. And neither would anyone else, least of all Jensen. 'Private Jensen front and centre!' She bellowed as she walked into their classroom.

Jensen jumped up and walked to the front of the room, a little smile playing on his lips. He had after all had a very productive morning. 'Sergeant?'

Santana wanted to smack him upside the head so badly she could feel her hands itching. But that would be way to easy. No he wanted to play dirty, she was down with that. She had years of experience on him. She held up a mop in her hand. 'Jensen what is this?'

'A mop Sergeant.' Jensen answered a little confused.

'And this?' Santana held up some cleaning fluids.

'Uhm toilet cleaner.' Jensen was suddenly not so happy any more.

'And this?' Santana held up a bucket so that Jensen could see it clearly.

Jensen swallowed hard. Oh fuck. 'A bucket Sergeant.'

'And what do we do with these articles Jensen?' Santan asked arching her eyebrow and then looked around the room and could see everyone shifting uncomfortably. Oh yea they knew, and they now know I know.

'Uhm you clean with them Sergeant.' Jensen had a very bad feeling now. His good mood had turned sour in a hurry.

'Oh good means I won't have to explain it to you.' Santana thrust the articles at Jensen. 'Seeing as you volunteered to give the Janitorial staff a break for the foreseeable future.' Santana grinned as the penny dropped for Jensen. Now to drop it for the rest. 'Oh don't worry ladies, gents you all did.' Santana sat behind her desk just enjoying the moment. 'Until I think you have learned your lesson you will be responsible for cleaning every single one of the bathrooms here. Starting after our actual work here. Is that understood?'

'Yes Sergeant.' Came the less than enthusiastic reply.

'Not so funny now, is it? I got my ass chewed because you all think you are still in Grade School and playing tricks on your superiors is a good idea!' Santana snapped loudly. 'If you want to be treated like you are still five I'll happily oblige! I hope you like cleaning cause there are a lot of bathrooms in this place. And be sure I will check and if they don't gleam at all times I will really start having fun. Cause you all seem to love to have fun.' Santana could see Saber and Mills gearing up to give her back talk, and she really had no patients for that. 'And one word and I will tell the Base Commander this is a permanent arrangement! I will not tolerate back talk and I won't tolerate any more juvenile pranks, is that understood!'

They all looked at each other. They all knew they had pushed to far, and also that Sergeant Lopez pushed back, hard. 'Yes Sergeant!'

'Jensen in addition to your new tittle you have a five day rip and a written reprimand. Also strike one Jensen, two more and you are gone. Understood?' Santana asked.

Jensen nodded miserably, it had seemed like such a good idea. Now he was going to have everyone on his back about it. And really it wasn't like they had actually tried to stop him.'Yes Sergeant.'

'Now lets get to work.' Santana picked up a big bag then threw it on the ground in front of her desk. 'Today I want to see your skills. So Jensen you will be our patient.' She got up then took Jensen out of the room and gave him his symptoms then watched as the others tried to asses him while she assessed them.

Brittany lent against the door frame as she watched Quinn sleep. It had been such a surprise how cute Quinn looked when she slept, she always looked like a tortoise all wrapped up in her blankets you could hardly see that it was Quinn. Brittany had nearly had a fit the first time she had seen it. And Quinn hated waking up, she was the grumpiest person Brittany knew when she woke up. But that didn't matter to her, she had ample experience in how to wake Quinn up with only minimum blood loss. The key was having coffee at the ready. 'Hey sleepyhead.' She shook the Quinn lump lightly then chuckled when Quinn grumbled still asleep. 'It's time to get up.'

'Fuck off.' Quinn muttered only half awake.

Brittany rolled er eyes, Quinn became very colourful when waking up. 'I have coffee.'

'Fine stay.' Quinn grumbled as she ventured her head out from under the blanket. 'I'm mad at you.'

'I am so sorry Quinn, I didn't mean to be late.' Brittany bit her lip to keep from laughing. Quinn looked to cute with her hair sticking everywhere.

'Why did I have to get up from my perfectly comfy bed to let in the freakishly tall people then?' Quinn grumbled as she grabbed the cup in Brittany's hand.

Brittany made herself comfortable as she watched Quinn sip and wake up a little more. 'I ran into Paul and he wanted to have a quick word, he says hi by the way.'

'Little fucker.' Quinn growled, she and Paul had a definite love hate relationship. 'What did he want?'

Brittany ignored Quinn's slur, she would never say anything like that when she was fully awake. But it was amusing when she did. 'He thinks I should open another studio.'

Quinn sipped her coffee as she thought about it. It actually could be a good idea. 'What do you think?'

'I'm not sure yet. But I am thinking about it.' Brittany shrugged then shoved Quinn lightly. 'How about you go shower and I'll heat up dinner for us? Then you tell me all about Santana!' She grinned she was proud of herself for letting Quinn sleep and not charging into her room to ask her about it as soon as she had gotten home.

Quinn snorted, she knew that was coming. Brittany had been absolutely furious about not telling her that she had given Santana her number. But she calmed down when Quinn had promised that she would get every little detail of their lunch meeting. 'Actually I think I might like a bath. My back is fucking killing me.'

'That bad?' Brittany got up and headed to the bathroom to run the bath. Quinn only ever took a hot bath when her back was really bothering her. Brittany hated the fact that it still did. And the constant reminder on Quinn's back. She had a lot of battle scars, more than Brittany cared to think about.

'Mhhh, the hot water should be good rnough though. Thanks Brit.' Quinn stretched carefully then got up to join Brittany in the bathroom.

'You work to hard.' Brittany lightly admonished as she poured Quinn's favourite bath salt into the tub.

'Maybe, but I love my job.' Quinn groaned as she slipping into the hot water and lent her head back. 'Oh god that feels good.'

'Now tell me about Santana.' Brittany ordered as she made herself comfortable. 'How did lunch go?'

'It didn't really go.' Quinn sighed, their lunch had been way to short to get any kind of read on Santana. But at least she hadn't looked as scared as she had before. 'We were just really getting past the intense awkwardness when she got called away.'

Brittany huffed unhappily. 'Well that sucks.'

'Pretty much.' Quinn agreed as she closed her eyes letting the hot water soothe her stiff back. 'We did talk a little though.'

'Ok?' Brittany waited, with Quinn that was always the best tactic.

'She is a Sergeant First Class in New York to stay for now. She's been deployed as a combat medic. She got hurt which is why she is here now. And no I don't know what happened. I think she's a teacher now, or instructor is what she said.' Quinn smiled at the last bit of information flitting around her mind. 'And she doesn't drink coffee any more. Although I don't think it's a voluntary thing. She kept eyeing the cup I got her.'

'Did she look hurt?' Brittany asked worriedly. Filing away the things Quinn had mentioned. She would think about them later when she got back to her studio.

'I really couldn't see anything obvious. I told you about the scars on her face and neck, they look pretty recent and went down into her shirt. So it might be that.' Quinn shrugged, she really wished she had more information.

'Are you seeing her again?' Brittany took the sponge Quinn handed her and started scrubbing Quinn's back for her.

'Honestly don't know, she had no time to explain, and if you hadn't noticed I have been snoozing the afternoon away. So no clue if she tried to call.' Quinn sighed happily as Brittany gently rubbed a particularly nasty knot out for her. 'Ugh you are so good at that.'

Brittany chuckled and kissed the top of Quinn's head. 'I've had years of practise. So if she hasn't called are you gonne?'

'Do you think I should?' Quinn lent back once Brittany was done, not quite ready to get out of the tub just yet. The water was still good and hot.

Brittany cocked her head then slowly nodded her head. 'I think you should. I mean if she doesn't want to talk she won't answer, but she'll at least know that you are still interested in catching up.' Brittany got up slowly, she could see that Quinn wanted some alone time. Time to think. 'I'm going to heat up dinner for you.'

'Thanks Brit.' Quinn closed her eyes again as Brittany left. She was trying to figure out why her lunch with Santana was weighing so heavily on her. She had missed Santana that she was well aware of. But maybe she had missed her more than she had realised. You've become like this big puzzle, some pieces I know and recognized but most are a mystery.

'Dre baby please don't drown me?' Santana laughed as she tried to give Alejandra her bath. But her daughter seemed to have other ideas. She kept splashing and thrashing happily. Drenching Santana in the process. 'You are such a little trouble maker huh?' She finally just gave up and shrugged her own clothes off and started running the bath. Sometimes it was just easier getting in the tub with her than trying to stay dry. 'I see how it is little missy. And don't you think you got away with being a little cranky pants today. Millie told me all about that.' She held the wiggling Alejandra safely in her arms as she tested the waters temperature. 'You are so much like me, but you should really stop giving Millie such a hard time baby. She is your mama's only real friend here.' Santana carefully slipped into the water as soon as she sat Alejandra down she started splashing again. 'You are just a little trouble maker aren't you?' Santana carefully washed Alejandra as good as she could. Sometimes Alejandra just simply refused to let her bathe her. 'So I saw Quinn today. She's detective, can you believe that?' Santana was still trying to figure out how the Quinn she knew became this new Quinn. One that was a detective. And she wasn't stupid, she knew that Quinn was still very young and that making detective that young meant either you had really good connections or you made your bones. And she was pretty sure that Quinn would never accept anything for free. And that was something she didn't think could change, no matter how many years had passed. 'She looked really happy. And I kept wondering if she was married, and if maybe she had her own little carbon copies running around. It was so odd. But we didn't get that far, my monkeys made a mess of things again. ' Alejadra giggled and splashed Santana some more. 'Yea yea you are only concerned with drowning your mama, I know.' Santana chuckled as she awkwardly washed herself while keeping one arm firmly around Alejandra. 'Not hint but trouble!' She teased her daughter. When she finally managed to get them both out of the tub and dried off it was time to breastfeed Alejandra. She knew her girl, she would more than likely fall asleep halfway through, not that Santana minded she loved their quiet time. 'Come on lets go get comfy.'

Quinn bit her lip as she stared at her phone, she nearly had to go and had still not called Santana. You are such a chicken shit sometimes. Man up and call! Quinn finally opened her phone and searched for Santana's name. 'Here goes nothing.

'Hullo'

Quinn groaned, she had just woken Santana up she was pretty sure. 'Shit I'm sorry, I woke you, didn't I?'

Santana rubbed her face then blushed. Alejandra was still nuzzled against her breast. 'Uhm...sort of.'

'I'm so sorry.' Quinn winced maybe calling hadn't been the best idea after all.

'It's ok. And I'm up now.' Santana yawned, she hadn't meant to doze off. It had just been a trying day. And she guessed she should have called Quinn to apologize properly. She had intended to, but sleep seemed beat her to the punch.

'I was just calling to see if you were ok, you were of like shot earlier?' Quinn asked checking her watch to make sure she still had a few minutes.

'Ugh don't remind me. One of my monkeys decided it would be hilarious to cellophane the officers toilets. And lets just say that the Base Commander was not amused at all.' Santana groaned at the memory of having to stand in his office her very existence being brought into question. It was not a fun lunch for her.

Monkeys? She calls her soldiers monkeys? Quinn snorted derisively. 'Autsch.'

'Yea Autsch. I wanted to call earlier, but I didn't want to wake you.' Santana started to stroke Alejandra's back when she saw her blinking her eyes open slightly. She would probably be up again soon. She wasn't sure how long they had both been sleeping.

Quinn chuckled gratefully. 'I would more than likely told you to go fuck yourself. So it really is for the best you didn't.'

Santana snorted happily, she knew that, she made the mistake only once. She would never ever wake a sleeping Quinn. She would gladly leave that to others who didn't know any better. 'Anyway I know you are probably about to head out, but do you think we could try meeting up again? I mean we were just about done with awkward.' Santana teased a little.

'I was hoping you would say something like that.' Quinn grinned, relieved that Santana didn't seem to want to run away. 'How about Monday same time same place?'

Santana did a quick mental check then nodded. That would work out perfectly for her. 'I say see you then.'

'Great! But now I have to go otherwise I'll be late.' Quinn got up and made her way out of the house. 'I'll see you then Santana.'

'Stay safe Quinn.' Santana chuckled, she could hear Quinn rustling with her keys just before she hung up. It seemed that their phone calls would remain somewhat awkward. Santana had the distinct feeling that they were a long way away from being done with awkward in general. She wished she understood why. Talking to Quinn had always been hard, even back when they had been friends.

Brittany huffed as she stretched out her muscles. She had danced for a good hour straight, and her mind was still not set. Santana was the thing that was giving her the most trouble. She had to physically stop herself earlier from going through Quinn's phone and steal her number. She was desperate to talk to Santana, but was pretty sure that calling her out of the blue would be a bad idea. And probably only alienate her from Quinn, with whom she seemed to be forming a tentative something. Brittany wasn't sure if calling it a friendship would be the right term. It was more like an acquaintance. 'This sucks!' She yelled. I need to talk to someone, or I'll explode! She picked up her towel and headed into the house, she had a phone call to make.

'Dr Pierce speaking.'

Brittany instantly smiled. 'Hi mom.'

Sarah instantly brightened when she heard Brittany's voice. 'Brittany honey its good to hear from you. You should call more often I miss you honey.'

'Miss you too mom.' Brittany chuckled, her mother was great a little clingy sometimes. But she figured all mother were that. And she had lucked out all in all.

'Not that I am not thrilled to hear from you hon, but it is pretty out of the blue. Everything ok?' The concern in Sarah voice was easy to hear. She had had many a sleepless night in the past year worrying about Brittany.

Brittany bit her lip she felt guilty, she knew her mom would immediately think this was about her. And she really was doing ok. 'Mom I'm good, I promise. I actually wanted to ask you something. But you have to promise that you won't go screaming and yelling about our conversation to anyone. Promise?'

Sarah sighed, but it sounded important. She didn't like keeping secrets, but for Brittany she would. 'I won't tell a soul. Promise. Now what's going on?'

'Mom, do you remember what Santana's parents told you when she disappeared? Can you remember?' Brittany asked she had to figure out what happened back then if she was going to help Santana. It's what friends did, help each other. And she had decided she wanted to help. And she just really missed Santana and wanted her back.

Sarah sat down on one of her kitchen chairs, suddenly feeling old. Brittany hadn't brought up Santana for a really long time. She of course knew that Brittany had never let things go. She had been so mad that people wouldn't believe her when she had insisted that Santana wouldn't just leave without telling her. It had been one of the reasons why that drove a wedge between her and a lot of her friends to this day. 'It's been a really long time honey.'

'Mom, I know you never told me exactly what they told you. But mom I really need to know. Please?' Brittany voice was soft and pleading. She had never pushed her mother on the subject before, but things were different now.

'What does it even matter now Brit. She'll still be gone. There is no reason to tarnish her memory any further. With something that more than likely be nothing like the truth.' Sarah really didn't want to let Brittany know that all the horrible rumours that had ripped through Lima about why Santana had suddenly up and disappeared were started by her parents. No Sarah didn't want her to know, it had broken her heart, and she was sure it would break Brittany's too.

'Tell me damn it mom! I have the right to know.' Brittany snapped angrily, why did some people always treat her as if she was a child still. She had lost that innocence a long time ago. And she had grown up so much since then.

'They told me that Santana had gotten in with the wrong crowd and that she had run of with some dubious man. It was so clear what they were implying, and I know they said worse to others' Sarah finally answered. How they had been ablt to be so cruel to Santana was something that Sarah would never understand. Because she would lay down her life for one of her children no questions asked.

The air in Brittany's lungs rushed out. 'They started that rumour! Those fucking assholes! Santana would never, ever do something like that.'

'I know, which is why I never told you. But why are you suddenly digging up the past hon, don't you think you have enough to deal with?' Sarah asked worried that Brittany was trying to distract herself from her issues so she didn't have to deal with them.

'Quinn saw her.' Brittany whispered. 'Quinn ran into Santana, they had coffee.'

Sarah felt like the rug had just been pulled out from under her. At least now Brittany's insistence made sense. Of course she would want to know what was what. She would of course try and help. 'She's ok?'

Brittany smiled, her mom had always loved Santana as well. 'Yes, Quinn seems to think so. But that is besides the point now. She doesn't know about me yet, and I have to keep busy or I am going to just jump her! So I am going to find out what happened. I need to know.'

Sarah nodded to herself. 'I'll try and help, but I make no promises the Lopez's are not my favourite people. You know that.' Sarah bit her lip if Santana was really back, it would be wonderful to see her. She had always been a favourite. She was one of the first people to treat her daughter right and not tease and pick on her. She had been a permanent fixture for a long time. And maybe Santana was exactly what Brittany needed.