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"Quinnie come here," Judy smiled.

A seven year old Quinn turned her attention away from the gift table in front of her. She had been going through all her gifts even though her mother specifically told her not to, but hey it was her birthday. She made her way over to Judy who was with her dad, they both where standing next to a man who she recognized as her Uncle Xavier and a young girl who she did not recognized. The girl didn't look older than 10, maybe even 11. She was also carrying a box that she seemed to barely be able to handle.

"Come say hi to Xavier," Russell smiled.

Quinn ran over to her Uncle who picked her up and hugged her.

"You made it to my birthday!" Quinn smiled.

"I would never miss it," Xavier smiled, "I got you a pretty cool present."

"What is it?" Quinn asked excited.

Xavier put Quinn down and turned to the little girl; he put his hands inside the box and pulled out a small Golden Retriever. Quinn squealed as she took the puppy in her arms.

"Thank you so much Uncle Xavier!" Quinn smiled

"You're welcome Quinnie," Xavier nodded.

The small girl was having trouble holding the box despite the fact that it was empty. She was so clumsy that the box fell right out of her hands.

"Santana," Xavier hissed.

"Sorry," The small girl said.

Russell cleared his throat, "Quinnie we also want you to meet Uncle Xavier's daughter."

"You have a daughter?" Quinn gaped, "But you don't have a wife."

Xavier chuckled, "You're right Quinnie I don't but I can still have a daughter. This is Santana."

Quinn turned to look at the little girl next to him, they did look a lot alike.

Xavier lightly pushed Santana forward, "Introduce yourself."

Santana pursed her lips and set the box down, "Nice to meet you, my name is Santana."

"Santana what?" Xavier pushed.

"Santana Lopez," The little girl sighed.

Quinn frowned slightly at the girl's behavior. And what was stranger was that she was her Uncle Xavier's daughter. From what she knew her Uncle never had a wife or girlfriend, how did he come to have a daughter?

"I'm Quinn."

"Santana why don't you go along with Quinnie," Judy suggested, "Some kids are out by the swing set."

Santana looked up at Xavier who gave her a pointed look. She knew she had no option, she followed Quinn towards the swing set where a whole bunch of kids where playing.

"So I never heard of you," The seven year old said as she cuddle into the puppy.

"No one has," Santana shrugged off.

"How old are you?" Quinn asked.

"11."

"Well today I turned 7," Quinn smiled.

"Oh cool," Santana said, "Happy Birthday."

"How are you Uncle Xavier's daughter?" Quinn continued to ask, "He doesn't have a wife or a girlfriend."

"I'm what you call a bastard," Santana grimaced.

Quinn gasped, "My mom said that's a bad word."

"Because it is," Santana said, "My mom and dad had a thing going on thing and then I was born. Xavier didn't want anyone to know, I think he was kind of ashamed."

"Where's your mom now?" Quinn asked.

"She died three months ago," Santana said.

Quinn pouted, she felt so sad for Santana. She herself couldn't imagine world without her mom.

"I'm sorry," Quinn said.

Santana shrugged.

"Are you sad?" Quinn asked curiously.

Santana pouted and nodded slightly.

Quinn took her free and grabbed Santana's hand.

"You'll be okay," Quinn smiled.

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That was the first and only time Quinn remembered having and actual conversation with Santana. She was sitting nervously in the chair as she looked all around Santana's office, the one that use to belong to her Uncle Xavier. After her seventh birthday Quinn never really saw Santana, which was weird because she saw her Uncle Xavier all the time. She remembers asking for Santana a few times, and her Uncle responded that she was sent to boarding school or that she was back at the at the Lopez Estate in California. Quinn found that strange, because Xavier spent most of his time here in New York with the company, how could he leave his daughter on the other side of the country?

Quinn saw Santana a few times after her birthday, which were all at gatherings when Xavier would bring her along. But even then all Quinn got was a polite hello and that was it.

The very last time Quinn saw Santana was about three years ago after Xavier had passed away from alcohol poisoning. The Fabray's were there for the funeral and offered their love and support to Santana but it was refused. Santana didn't even shed a tear at all throughout the whole thing and it was to say the least that she distanced herself from everyone.

The truth was that Russell and Xavier were close; they were best friends who saw each other like brothers since high school. But when Xavier died, so did all the relationship with the Lopez's.

But yet here Quinn was in Santana's waiting for her to arrive.

The door opened and the Santana Lopez walked.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Santana said as she removed her shades, "I was in a meeting."

When Xavier had died, Santana inherited everything. And from what Quinn heard she had become a very successful CEO, even better than her father.

"You're actually lucky to have caught me in town. I'm usually handling all my business in California. I rarely like coming to the Big Apple," Santana said as she went over to her mini bar and poured herself a drink, "Would you care for one?"

"No," Quinn answered softly.

"Suit yourself," Santana shrugged and took the seat across from Quinn, "So what can I help you with Miss Fabray?"

"Santana you can call me Quinn,"

Santana chuckled and took a sip from her drink, "I haven't heard from your family in a few years, I'm curious as to why you are here?"

Quinn bit her lip nervously, how the hell was she going to do this?

"Well?" Santana questioned, "Look I don't mean to be rude but I'm running on a tight schedule."

Quinn took a deep breath, "I need your help."

"My help?" Santana questioned.

"I need a loan," Quinn finally said.

"Money," Santana sighed, "I figured as much...what do you want this money for? Did mommy and daddy cut you off?"

"No!" Quinn snapped.

"This was obviously a waste of time," Santana said finishing her drink.

"Look just please listen to me," Quinn said, "The money is not for me."

Santana raised an eyebrow, "Go on."

"It's for my dad."

"For your dad? Why would Russell need money?" Santana asked, "Why didn't he come ask for it himself?"

"He doesn't know I'm here," Quinn said.

"Care to explain?"

Quinn took a deep breath, "Four months ago my dad got diagnosed with cancer...over the past few months things have gotten worse. He needs medicine, and chemo and things we can't afford...Look I know this very odd for you, because we barely even know each other but I am asking you for a loan so I could provide my dad with the medical attention he needs."

"Russell has cancer?" Santana asked.

Quinn just nodded.

"What about the company? What happened to the trade business?" Santana frowned.

"The company has been broke for the past two years," Quinn explained, "We're not getting money out of it."

Santana narrowed her eyes and stared at Quinn for a good while.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?" Santana asked

"Why the hell would I lie about that?" Quinn exclaimed, obviously angry, "What the hell is wrong with you!?"

Santana seemed unaffected.

"Maybe it was a mistake coming here," Quinn said as she stood up.

"No, take a seat," Santana finally said.

Quinn frowned in confusion; she sat back down, not because she wanted but because she needed the money.

"What about a bank loan?" Santana asked.

"With how bad the company numbers are, a loan is out of the question," Quinn said, "Santana...I came to you because you were my last option. I tried to see what money we could get off my dad's company, a bank loan, everything but I can't up with the money...I need your help."

Santana pursed her lips.

"I'm not asking for you to give me the money, I'm asking for a loan," Quinn began, "I'll pay you back every penny. You have my word I'll pay you back, I could work for you or something."

"I don't need employees, I have enough of those," Santana said.

"There must be some way to repay you for the loan," Quinn said.

There was silence for the next few moments. Santana seemed to be contemplating something as she stared at Quinn.

Santana smirked slightly, "What are you willing to do for your father Quinn?"

"Anything," Quinn scoffed, as of it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"I'll tell you what," Santana began, "I'll pay for your fathers hospital bills, for his cancer treatment and for a specialist of your choice to treat Russell. Hell I'll even get the best doctor in the world to treat Russell if that's what you wish."

"Y-you will?" Quinn asked in shock.

"Mhm...But I want you to give me something in return," Santana said.

"W-what do you want?" Quinn asked fearfully.

"You know when I attend business parties and galas it's always a big frown up to attend alone. And all the flings and models I take aren't cutting it," Santana began, "It would be so much better if I had a wife in my arm."

Quinn's eyes went wide, "What are you saying?"

"Xavier was a wise you know. He needed someone to take over when he passed away...that's when he decided to recognize me as his daughter and leave me everything in his position. Someday I will need to do the same," Santana explained, "I'll give as much money as you need Quinn, in return of two things, that you become my wife and produce me an heir."

Quinn looked taking a back, "What!? Are you crazy? I can't marry you! I don't love you!"

"So?" Santana shrugged.

"People are supposed to get married for love, not money!" Quinn exclaimed.

"That's not always the case Quinn," Santana said unaffected.

"Don't you want to get married to someone you love? That should be the mother of your children!" Quinn said.

"I don't have time for love Quinn, I am 27 years old. I work more than the average person. My life is too busy for love and it always will be," Santana shrugged, "Anyhow love is for idiots. Besides what difference does it make?"

"Are you serious?" Quinn looked at her in disbelief, "I barely even know you! How could I marry someone I barely know!?"

Santana shrugged, "If you married me then you'd have the rest of your life to get to know me."

"This is insane!"

Santana raised an eyebrow and a small smirk placed upon her lips, "Those are my conditions for the money."

"Santana," Quinn began.

"I'll give you a day or two to think about it," Santana said as she stood up, "Now if you excuse me I have another meeting to attend to...oh and Quinn?"

Quinn's eyes met Santana's.

"I wouldn't take too long," Santana said, "I hate waiting."

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Quinn entered her house defeated. She couldn't believe how today had gone, she wasn't expecting it. She honestly felt like crying, she didn't come up with the money for her dads medicine. Her parents had done so much for her and she couldn't even do this simple thing for them.

She went into the kitchen for a glass of water; she wasn't surprise to see her mother in there trying not to cry too loudly. This had been a thing that was happening ever since she found out Russell had cancer.

"Mom," Quinn said.

"Oh your're home Quinnie," Judy said as she turned around, wiping her tears away quickly.

"Where's dad?" Quinn asked.

"Upstairs resting," Judy said, "The doctor gave him a new prescription, a more expensive one...Were you able to talk to Santana?"

Quinn swallowed, "Yes."

"Did she lend you the money?" Judy asked, "Please tell me she gave you the money."

Quinn took a deep breath, "Well she didn't refuse..."

"So she said yes? Will she help us?"

Quinn cleared her throat, "She said she'd give us as much money as we need."

"Really!?" Judy's eyes lit up.

"In turn of two things," Quinn said.

"Well whatever it is we'll give it to her," Judy exclaimed.

"She wants me to marry her mom!" Quinn snapped, "She wants me to marry her and give her a child!"

Judy stood there, her expression unreadable. Quinn expected her to be on her side, to show some of the same rage she felt. She expected Judy to tell her that it was insane and out of the question.

"You agreed right?" Judy asked.

"Of course not mom!" Quinn scoffed.

"You should have Quinn!"

"Are you insane? I can't marry her!" Quinn yelled.

"Keep your voice down Lucy Quinn Fabray!" Judy hissed.

Quinn clenched her jaw, "I am supposed to marry someone I love not some stranger!"

"Your father is in need Quinn and his needs should come first," Judy hissed, "This is your chance to help him."

"Do you hear yourself?" Quinn glared.

"You listen to me Quinn Fabray! You father and I have done so much for you and you can't even give back a little? You're gonna marry a good person not some nasty old man," Judy exclaimed.

"She's a stranger!" Quinn said, "Mom I want to marry a person I love. I want to have a marriage like yours and dads."

"And who says you can't have that with Santana!?" Judy glared, "I know that girl, and she is a good person."

"Know her? You barely even talk to her!"

"Then I want you to go upstairs and explain to your father why you can't help him, because you're not willing to sacrifice anything!" Judy snapped, "You think about what you are doing Quinn."

"You think about what you're asking me to do," Quinn exclaimed.

"I'm asking you to save your father."

Obviously Quinn had expected too much from today.

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"Ms. Lopez will see you now."

Quinn looked up to see Santana's secretary. Her name was Kitty, really nice girl. Quinn followed Kitty into the main office where Santana was waiting for her.

As soon as Santana's eyes met with Quinn a smile broke out on her face.

"I imagine you're here to accept my proposal?" Santana smirked.

Quinn clenched her jaw, "If that's what you want to call it."

Santana chuckled and turned to Kitty, "Is the contract ready?"

Kitty nodded and took out a few pieces of paper that she had in the binder she was carrying. She set them in front of Quinn alongside with a pen.

"Thank you," Santana dismissed her.

Kitty nodded and made her way out of the office.

"I had Kitty whip up a contract for our agreement," Santana said.

"A contract?" Quinn sighed, "Does everything always have to be business with you?"

"Of course," Santana shrugged, "Shall we go over the contract?"

"If we must," Quinn sighed.

"I'll just go over the main things because the rest is very tedious. First and most you are expected to be faithful to me at all times, so you mine as well get rid of any boyfriends you have," Santana said.

"And will you be faithful to me?" Quinn frowned, "It's only fair and I will not let anyone make a laughing stock of me."

Santana raised her eyebrow, "Okay. I agree."

Quinn proceeded to read the contract.

"The second is, wherever I go you go," Santana said, "I spend most of my time in the west coast."

Quinn perked up ready to protest.

"Don't worry I know you want to be close to your dad," Santana began, "I will fly them out to California and relocate them there, I'll have a nice house ready for them. Most of your relatives live in California anyway."

Quinn nodded, "Thank you."

Santana ignored the gratitude, "You are expected to share bed with me Quinn...wherever I want."

Quinn swallowed.

"I know that you know about my extra package so producing an heir won't be a problem," Santana said.

Quinn remembered back when she was 16 and her family had gone to spend a few days at the Lopez Estate. Santana was there for one day, it was very brief though. She had to leave for college soon after the Fabray's arrived. Quinn was exploring the house and accidentally walked into Santana's room. Santana had just gotten out of the shower and just when Quinn walked in Santana dropped her towel to get changed. Obviously Quinn got quick the view.

"But since I know this is a big adjustment and sacrifice for you I'll give you three weeks to come to terms with it...after that I won't wait."

Quinn swallowed hard.

"And the third and final condition is that this marriage is final," Santana said firmly, "As long as your father is getting treatment from me, you will be married to me. Even if he gets better, you're staying with me. No divorce. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Quinn said softly.

"Is there anything else you would like to add?" Santana asked.

"When is my father getting the treatment?" Quinn asked.

"As soon as you sign that paper," Santana said, "I had my team research your father's case. As soon as that paper is sign they will get on it, money won't be an issue."

Quinn nodded and picked up the pen. She bit her lip and took a deep breath as she signed her life away.

"There."

Santana smirked slightly and stood up making her way over to Quinn. She placed her hands on the desk and leaned down dangerously close to Quinn. Santana examed the contract and signature before she spoke.

"My PA will help you plan the wedding. In a few days I will formally ask your parents for your hand in marriage and you will have your ring then."

"Could you not tell my father about the contract, he doesn't know, he can't know," Quinn said softly, "My mother knows."

Quinn froze when she felt Santana's lips press against her cheek. It was soft and brief.

"As you wish."

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