So here is the one shot I kept promising:) good news is that is now a three shot. Hope you guys like it!

Shout out to my beta SCWritings!

PART I

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Another long shift. Santana let out a very tired sigh as she made her way to her apartment complex. It was a piece of shit if you asked her, but after all, she did live in Lima Heights Adjacent. Working as a bartender didn't really get her much anyway, she was actually lucky to be living here. When she was 16, her parents kicked her out because she came out and they cared more about their reputation in Lima than her… That was 3 years ago though.

It was hard for Santana to get a job at first; she ended up working at a bar as a waitress/Janitor. That got her by enough to get a small rundown apartment in the heart of Lima Heights Adjacent, where all the crime was committed. She tried to keep to herself, but trouble would always come knocking on her door. No one cared that she was still a minor in high school, if they thought she had cash on her or something valuable she would get jumped and robbed. This happened twice a month. She was hoping once she got her diploma and graduated, that she would be able to get a job that pays more, or at least enough to get her out of there.

Graduation finally came, and Santana was eager to get out of Lima, but unfortunately all those hours she had spent working, caused her to miss all the deadlines for colleges and she hadn't gotten into a single one. She beat herself up over that a lot, but at least she had her diploma. Unfortunately that didn't get her any further. To her dismay she would have to stay in Lima Heights. It wasn't until last year when she got promoted to 'bartender' because she looked older, and that came with a slightly higher pay. Santana took this opportunity to find a better place to live, even though she knew for a fact that she could not afford to move out of Lima Heights. She ended up moving further west in Lima Heights; she found another apartment building that was about the same price and less rundown. The best part was that she didn't get jumped as often, that only happened if she would pick a fight but at least she didn't get robbed that much anymore.

Santana quickly became accustomed to her life style, it wasn't something she had dreamed of as a little girl but at least she got by. At least she was still alive… Even though some times, that wasn't such a consolation. Sometimes she thought back to her fellow glee clubbers and wonder what had happened to them. She thought about her ex-girlfriend Brittany and wondered what could have been if she hadn't been dumped. Either way she was pretty sure they were all doing better than her, probably had a better life.

Santana shook her head from all these thoughts and made her way to her apartment door. She took out her keys to unlock the door when something caught her attention. Down the hall she saw Gunther, the Landlord of the complex arguing with a Blonde. Santana couldn't really see but from what she could make out there was a blonde that had a baby in her arms, probably around three months. She could hear the baby cry as her mother and Gunther argued. Santana stood there and watched them argue, she didn't like to pry but for some strange reason she didn't move.

"You are two months behind!" Gunther argued, "If you can't pay by tomorrow morning I want you out by noon!"

"Please just give me one more week," The blonde pleaded.

There was something so familiar about that voice but Santana couldn't place it.

"I'm still looking for a job."

"I'll see you in the morning!" Gunther exclaimed.

She watched as Gunther turned his back to the blonde and began making his way down the hall, not long after that Santana heard the door slam. She was pretty sure it was the blonde.

"What was that all about?" Santana asked as Gunther stopped by her.

"Nothing," He grumbled, "Just one of those people that don't pay up. The stupid girl won't pay up!"

"Yeah?"

"She already owes me two months and she wants me to give her another week!" Gunther complained.

"She's been here two months? How come I haven't seen her at all?" Santana asked.

Gunther chuckled, "You're always at work and she's always out trying to find a job. Though I doubt she'll even get one if she keeps taking her kid with her,"

Santana nodded carefully, "She doesn't have a man?"

Gunther shook his head, "If you ask me I think he abandoned her and the kid. She's by herself in there. It's a shame really, she seems awfully young but business is business,"

"So it's just her and the baby? And she doesn't have a job?" Santana asked in disbelief.

Gunther frowned, "What's it to you? Tryna get laid Lopez?"

Santana scoffed, "No! I'm tryna help out since you're too much of an ass to!"

"Watch your mouth!"

Santana rolled her eyes, "How much she owe you?"

"Why do you want to know?" Gunther questioned.

"How much?" Santana asked.

"650," Gunther finally said.

Santana let out a sigh, "Wait here."

Gunther seemed confused but complied. Santana unlocked her apartment and went inside. She made her way into her bed room and kneeled down the floor next her bed. She took out a floor board and pulled out a small box inside the hiding spot. She opened the box and pulled out the money that she needed, it was most of her savings. She let out a groan, damn her and her good will.

She quickly put everything away and made her way back to Gunther and handed him the money.

"Here's the money for the past two months. Don't charge her till next month," Santana said firmly.

"Why are you doing this?" Gunther asked confused.

"Don't worry about it," Santana groaned, "Just let her know that she's not getting kicked out."

Gunther seemed reluctant but agreed. Santana went back inside her apartment and took a shower. She needed to rest. And she had to get over the fact that she had just gave over half of her savings away to a complete stranger that she hadn't even really seen the face of. Santana let out a sigh and made her way to the kitchen to cook something but she was so tired that she ended up crashing on her couch. It wasn't long before her eyes closed.

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Her eyes snapped opened, Santana was awoken by knocking on the door. She felt like she literally just fell asleep but when she looked at the time, she was pleasantly surprise that she had slept for five hours. Santana groaned as she made her way off the couch and to the door. She rubbed her eyes as she unlocked the door and opened it.

"Santana?"

Santana's eyes went wide and she could not believe who was standing in front of her.

"Quinn?" Santana asked in disbelief.

But what shocked her the most was the sleeping baby in Quinn's arms.

"It was you?" Quinn asked in a whisper.

Santana was so confused at what was going, what the hell was Quinn Fabray doing on her door step? She snapped out of it though.

"Do you want to come in?" Santana asked.

Quinn nodded and Santana let her in, closing the door behind her.

"I know it's not much but…"

"It's better than mine," Quinn said with a humorless chuckle, "At least yours has furniture."

Santana was confused for a second but then realization hit her like a brick in the face.

"You're the blonde from down the hall!?"

"And you're the one who paid my rent," Quinn said.

"Holy shit," Santana gasped and then covered her mouth, "Sorry the baby didn't need to hear that."

Quinn let out a small chuckle but it slowly turned into a sob.

"Hey don't cry," Santana said as they both took a seat on the couch, "What's wrong?"

"It's just," Quinn cried, "It's so good to see a familiar face."

Santana nodded, "Q, what happened? Why are you living in Lima Heights? And why are you with a baby..? Is she yours?"

Quinn sobbed slightly harder before controlling herself, "Yeah she's mine. Her name is Beth."

"Who's the father?" Santana asked slowly.

"Puck," Quinn whispered.

"Puckerman!?" Santana said shocked, "But when we were about to graduate you were gonna go to Yale! You were head cheerleader; you were captain of the celibacy club! Weren't you a virgin? How did this happen?"

Quinn continued to cry, "Puck threw a graduation party and I got really drunk... I don't really remember how it happen, next thing I knew Puck was going on about how the condom broke."

Santana put an arm around Quinn, carefully enough not to wake up the sleeping baby in her arms.

"Hey it's okay," Santana whispered.

"I had to drop out of Yale and as soon as my parents found out they disowned me," Quinn continued.

"Where is Puck in all this?" Santana asked now, slightly angry at Quinn's parents.

"You know him," Quinn sighed, "He's a dead beat dad. He doesn't care about us. He flaked out as soon as he found out I was pregnant,"

"Bastard," Santana muttered.

"What about you? What are you doing here?" Quinn asked.

Just before Santana was about to answer Beth let out a soft cry and began to stir in her sleep. Quinn cooed her and gently rocked her so she would fall back asleep.

"Do you want to lay her down in my bed?" Santana asked.

Quinn hesitated to answer but then slowly nodded; she did, after all, want to talk to Santana for a while. Santana helped Quinn settle Beth on the bed, making sure to surround her with pillows and leaving the door open just in case she cried.

Santana and Quinn went back to the living room where Santana gave her a short recap of the last few years, since Quinn already knew about the whole issue with her parents. Quinn was surprise with everything Santana was telling, what she had gone through.

"So just make sure you stay off Silver Street and Benning Court, you could get jumped there," Santana informed Quinn.

Quinn nodded slightly, "Why did you never come to the glee club about this?"

Santana laughed, "The only reason any of them tolerated me was because of Brittany. And when that end so did all of our so called friendships,"

"That's not true. I considered you my friend," Quinn said.

"Yeah, well you were the only one," Santana sighed, "So Gunther tells me you're having trouble getting a job?"

Quinn sighed sadly, "I have tried looking but whenever they see Beth they always turn me away."

Santana bit her lip, "Look tomorrow is my day off if you want you could leave Beth with me and go find something,"

"Santana you have done so much already. I can't," Quinn began.

"Sure you can. Plus you need to get a job, okay?" Santana said.

Quinn nodded and wrapped her arms around Santana's neck. She felt Santana's hands wrap around her too, and it felt safe.

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Quinn finally ended up getting a job as a waitress a few blocks from the complex. Over the past few months Quinn and Santana had spent a lot of time together, so whenever Quinn had to work Santana usually baby sat Beth. Like tonight, Santana had her night off so she was taking care of Beth, who she had grown oddly close to.

She loved the little girl, and not to mention she was practically a mini version of Quinn. Santana had to admit she was a little happy that the little girl didn't get any of Puck's traits. She hated him for taking advantage of Quinn.

Santana let out a sigh as she strained away from her thoughts. Instead she picked up Beth from the bed, where she had been asleep and just woken up.

"Hey baby girl, you hungry?" Santana asked and placed a small kiss on her head.

She took her to the kitchen and opened a cabinet where she had a few fruit cups. Santana start buying these after the second time she baby sat for Quinn. Even though Quinn left her a snack for Beth, she knew that the little girl got hungry. And that's when she started buying them, this though will be something Quinn will never find out about. Santana knew she would get angry, she had told her she didn't want to be Santana's charity case after Santana had offered to help her out with some bills.

This had been the argument for the past month.

Quinn and Santana had been spending a lot of time together, and Santana saw how bad Quinn was struggling with money so she tried to help but Quinn always shut her down. So Santana did little things like this, or sometimes when Quinn was at work, she would sneak in her home and refill the groceries. Quinn was always too tired to notice.

"Here ya go," Santana smiled as she fed Beth.

Beth giggled and clapped her hands.

Santana let out another smile before turning to the clock, it was a quarter past 11. Quinn should have been home by now. Under normal circumstances Santana wouldn't have panic, but living in Lima Heights, everything always turned for the worst. Santana bit her lip and finished feeding Beth.

After five minutes Santana made up her mind, she was going to go find Quinn. Santana put on her large black over coat and wrapped Beth in one of her crew necks. Santana made sure Beth was hidden under her coat but not suffocating her. She made her way out of the complex and into the street. She began to make her way down towards the diner. She kept to herself making sure not to look at anyone for too long. As she was walking down the street she stopped and turned her head to the left to Silver Street. She bit her lip; it was a short cut to Quinn's work. If she took it she'd be there in less than two minutes, but she had Beth with her.

And then the thought crossed Santana's mind. What if Quinn was coming down that road? Santana squinted her eyes trying to see down the street but there was no light.

Santana took a deep breath, "God, please protect us."

She began to make her way down the street, her arm tightened around Beth. Santana's breath quickened and she picked up her pace. She practically came to a stop when she heard a wolf whistle. However it wasn't to her that the whistle was directed to. She quickened her pace when she saw Quinn a few meters in front of her, and not far behind her were two thugs.

Quinn spotted Santana and immediately went over to her. Santana took her free hand and wrapped it around Quinn protectively.

"Well look what we have here?" One of the thugs said.

Santana ignored him, "Take Beth back to my place okay. I'll be right behind you."

"But…"

"Go!" Santana hissed and then turned to the two thugs, "Look we don't want any trouble."

"We just want money," One of them respond.

Quinn took Beth in her arms and Santana wrapped her coat around them both. She signaled Quinn to leave, and reluctantly she did.

"You're Lopez," One of them stated, "You should know by now what we want, and what happens if we don't get it."

"I don't have money," Santana said, "And neither does she."

"Well you know the rules in Lima Heights don't you?"

Santana glare at them but said nothing.

"We could go after the sexy blonde," the thug laughed.

"Stay the fuck away from them you son of a bitch!" Santana snapped.

And she knew that was a big mistake.

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Quinn rocked gently rocked Beth to sleep in her arms. She went over to Santana's bed room and placed her baby down to sleep. She went back to the living room, staring down the door. Hoping and praying Santana would walk in. She could feel tears coming on and she began to wonder whether or not she should call the cops.

And just then the door opened. Santana walked in wiping her nose, it was bleeding and her right eye was swollen shut. She also had a busted lip, her hands were covered in blood; probably from trying to wipe the blood off and her shirt had blood stains on it.

"Oh my god," Quinn gasped and quickly went over to help Santana.

She helped her settle down on the couch and then quickly rushed into the kitchen, getting towels and a bowl of water. She went back and began to clean Santana up. She hadn't even noticed that she was crying.

"I told you to stay the fuck outta Silver Street," Santana muttered.

"I am so sorry," Quinn cried, "I'm sorry this happened to you… I-I just wanted to get home faster since I had gotten out late… I wanted to come home to Beth… To you."

Santana didn't say anything; instead she took Quinn's hand in her own. Their fingers interlaced

"Please don't ever do that again," Santana whispered once Quinn finished clean off all the blood, "I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt."

Quinn looked up at Santana through her tears, "You can't?"

Santana just nodded in response.

Quinn bit her lip and slowly leaned in pressing her lips against Santana's very slowly. It was soft and brief.

When Quinn pulled away she just pursed her lips together.

"Quinn," Santana was shocked after first but then pulled back Quinn to kiss her again. Their lips met with the same passion. Santana ignored the pain she was feeling on her busted lip and continued to kiss her. She let the kiss get heated, she made it get heated.

Santana's hands reached down to the hem of Quinn's shirt and pulled it off. Quinn pushed Santana back onto the couch taking her shirt of too. Santana began to kiss Quinn's neck, nipping along the way. Quinn moaned as this happened and she unbuttoned Santana's pants. Santana placed her hands on her waist as she pulled her closer for a kiss. She let out a little moan before she entangled her tongue with Quinn's.

"Shit," Santana gasped as she pushed Quinn away from her lips.

They quickly got rid of Quinn's clothes and Santana took full advantage, kissing every inch of exposed skin.

"Shouldn't we ice your eye and lip?" Quinn asked in between kisses.

"I don't care about that right now," Santana mumbled, wrapping her arms around Quinn's body, kissing her with such an intensity.

She flipped them over, but she was still between Quinn's legs, which was now bare for Santana to see the pure wetness. She began to place wet kisses all over Quinn's bare stomach, sucking on her nipples and giving them butterfly kisses. She kissed her all over until she was trailing down to her pussy. Santana took her clit in her mouth sucking on it slowly, and Quinn began to moan. Santana licked her folds, her tongue swirled Quinn's entrance. Santana slithered her tongue on her wet center. She applied hard pressure on it as Quinn bucked more. She held Quinn's hips in place and Quinn's hands gripped onto Santana's hair.

"I'm so close," Quinn moaned.

She dipped her tongue into Quinn's wet entrance and began a quick pace, in and out. She could feel Quinn's wall tighten. She heard her let out a muffled moan as she reached her orgasm. She placed a kiss on her pussy when she finished.

Quinn was panting, and slightly sweating but she manage to push Santana on the other side the couch and get on top of her. Santana didn't question her, she felt her kiss her neck and suck on her pulse point. Quinn placed her hand between Santana's legs and began to slowly rub it. She slowly brought up two fingers to her entrance, pushing them slowly inside her. Quinn felt her adjust around her fingers and clenched tightly at the contact.

"Fuck, Q," Santana muttered in pleasure.

She began to thrust her fingers in and out of her at such a smooth pace while still kissing Santana's neck. Quinn curled her fingers, her palm rubbing against her clit.

"Don't stop," Santana moaned.

Quinn bit down on Santana's neck as she felt her reach her climax. She heard Santana call out her name as she climaxed. Quinn pulled out her fingers and they laid like that for a few minutes.

"I didn't expect that," Santana finally muttered.

Quinn looked up at Santana, "Neither did I."

"Do you regret it?" Santana asked in a whisper.

"No."

Santana let out a small smile, taking Quinn's hand in her own. She brought it to her lips and kissed it.

"Good."

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