Title: Lost Ones

They say everything happens for a reason and people change like the seasons. They grow apart she wanted her to show her heart and say she loved her. She spoke the magic words and on the same day she fucked her. Santana gets Quinn pregnant amidst her sophomore year in college. Santana wants Quinn to have an abortion. G!P

Chapter One: Intro

Quinn Fabray decided to complete her undergraduate study at Yale. She was book smart, street smart- not so much. She was raised in a low class community in the city of Irwindale, CA.

She was the product of Russell and Judy Fabray's careless night of passion. However, growing up she noticed that her father was always distant. Until one fateful night on her fifth birthday, Russell left for good. Quinn wasn't really bothered by it; some say it was because she was merely five years old but it was a result of her mother being a strong and independent woman. Judy Fabray raised her daughter to the best of her ability. Her endless shifts at the hospital, however, inevitably, caused Quinn to raise herself so to speak. Russell Fabray abandoning his family never really donned on Quinn. That is until she reached her teenage years and seemed to haul a void in her heart. She had Daddy issues, if her own father couldn't put up with her, nobody else would. Quinn was a beautiful teenager, and she often unintentionally garnered the attention of both males and females. Sexuality for Quinn was never a problem; Judy could care less, as long as she didn't get knocked up. As a result Quinn dated both males and females. Throughout her numerous relationships, she never heard or uttered the three words 'I love you'. Why would she? She didn't know what love was. She wanted to find out, sure.

When she was accepted into Yale, Judy cried of happiness her sacrifices paid off, her baby was heading off to college. Not just any university, either, an Ivy League.

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Santana Lopez was born and raised in Brooklyn,NY her mother, Yolanda was a lovely lady, she was five two in stature and had a heart of gold. She raised her daughter despite the fact that Santana's father left when he found out about the pregnancy. Yolanda worked endless hours as a waitress, for a minimum wage. Disregarding the way her body ached, she went home to shower her baby with love. Santana grew up into a beautiful person, person because her gender wasn't definite. With her mother's beautiful smile, killer curves, and well, an extra package. But that never deterred her since she was a confident woman. That's right, her preferred gender pronoun was she.

Similarly to Quinn, she had daddy issues but not in the sense that she didn't feel loved. She hated the man that made her mothers life petty, and didn't even bother helping her, even though he was quick to fuck her.

Needless to say, everyone loved Santana she just seemed to have this general love and concern for people, something that was the opposite of her father, for which she strived. Santana was a good person; at least she liked to think she was. When she received the acceptance letter from Yale she unceremoniously shouted at the top of her lungs, did back flips, to her neighbor's humor, and ran all the way to Penny's Diner, where her mother worked to tell her the good news. Yolanda was ecstatic and cried of happiness. Santana thought that now, with an education under her belt she would be able to move to a better neighborhood and hopefully provide for her mother, the way Yolanda did for her.

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Her first class at Yale would be English Literature with Professor Coleman. She tightened her winter coat around her, being from California, it would definitely take some time for her to adapt to the weather.

As she walked into the classroom, she noticed the seating arrangement was placed as an oval, meaning all students would be facing each other. She sat on the chair that was in the rounded edge of the oval so that she could have a clear view of her peers. She sat down, she was the first to arrive. "Better early than late", she muttered under her breath. She proceeded to remove her books from her bag and place them on the table.

As she looked up she caught sight of a beautiful Latina. Quinn smiled at her, the nameless girl walked in and caught Quinn's eye. She smiled at her politely. Both girls were awestruck with one another; they thought simultaneously that the girl opposite of them was absolutely gorgeous. Santana being the amiable person her mother raised her to be, walked up to Quinn unabashedly and stuck her hand out with a mega watt smile. Quinn took her hand firmly, and nearly let go at the tiny bolt of electricity she felt when she grabbed the offered warm tanned hand.

"Nice to meet you my name is Santana Lopez, I am a freshman and I'm from New York."

"Hi, I'm Quinn Fabray and I'm from California, also a freshman", Quinn smiled

At that Santana sat next to Quinn and with a grimace she asked, "Oh gosh you're not one of those rich pretentious preppy girls are you?"

Quinn sat up straight, "Well actually- she paused for dramatic effect- I'm just joking" Quinn laughed when she saw the mortified expression on Santana's face. Quinn carried on, "I'm from an impoverished neighborhood in Southern California. It's a small city called Irwindale"

"I'm from Brooklyn, also an impoverished community, but I guess coming from an impoverished background motivates me to pursue higher education even more" , the Latina said with a smile.

Professor Coleman walked in and smiled at the duo, he was an African American professor, so he smiled even broader when he saw a fellow student of color grace his classroom. "Hello young ladies, I'm professor Coleman. Seeing as it 's the first day, we'll give your fellow classmates a few more minutes to arrive"

The rest of the students walked in, typical privileged white students that seemed to care less about their education, as they were late.

As they walked in the professor introduced himself. "Okay youngsters, we're going to review the books I assigned and after we'll have a short discussion. Why don't you start, Ms. Lopez? What have you gathered from the book"

"Well, Professor Coleman. From what I gathered, Mr. Lindler can be associated with the devil."

At that the whole class erupted with a gasp all except Quinn and Professor Coleman. "What prompts you to come to that conclusion Ms. Lopez?" Professor Coleman asks with interest.

"You see Professor, The Youngers, an African American family in Chicago, have made a down payment on a house in an all-white neighborhood. Mr. Lindner, a meekly apologetic little man, has been dispatched from the neighborhood association; check in hand, to buy out the family's claim on the house. At first, Walter Lee Younger confidently turns down the offer, believing that the family's money, in the form of a life insurance payment after his father's recent death, is secure. Shortly afterward, however, he discovers that two-thirds of that money has been stolen. All of a sudden the previously insulting offer comes to look like his financial salvation. When Mr. Lindner makes his offer, he doesn't demand Walter Lee's soul; in fact, he doesn't even know that he's demanding it. He is, though. Walter Lee can be rescued from the monetary crisis he has brought upon the family; all he has to do is admit that he's not the equal of the white residents who don't want him moving in, that his pride and self-respect, his identity, can be bought. If that's not selling your soul, then what is it?"

At that, Professor Coleman smiles widely and claps, "Bravo Ms. Lopez, spot on! Students that was the analysis was excellent, only a literary major would be able to answer that exquisitely."

The rest of the class was seemingly a conversation between Santana, Quinn and Professor Coleman.

"Alright, class is dismissed. Pleasure meeting you all"

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After class, Santana waited for Quinn to gather her belongings. Quinn looked up and smiled when she noticed Santana had waited for her. Santana smiled and spoke up, "So I was thinkin' that we can hang out and familiarize ourselves with this place together?"

"Yeah"

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The girls had been getting to know each other. They found that they were very similar. Not only did they both, sadly, have daddy issues, but they both had the same outlooks in life, both wanted to better themselves.

Months passed and finally Santana noticed that she wanted a little more from the friendship. So on one of their trips to the pizza parlor, the girls carried a light conversation, joking and laughing. Quinn's eyes rolled to the back of her head from laughing so hard. "So you're telling me that your mom caught you with your tongue down some girls throat, and she scolded you and dragged you by the ear?" Quinn kept laughing, only Yolanda would embarrass her child like that. Quinn felt that she knew Santana's mom from all the stories Santana would tell her.

Santana smiled broadly, "You know, maybe on Spring break you can meet my ma?"

"Maybe", Quinn smiled and her eyes gleamed as she looked at Santana. Quinn too, felt the intense connection with Santana. Quinn felt that she could talk to Santana about her family issues and that she'd be able to relate.

A/N: Should I continue?