Full summary: Stef and Lena got together in high school. Stef never married Mike (but let's pretend her maiden last name is Foster because I like that better) and she never had Brandon. None of the kids are in this; however, Lena does have a 16-year-old brother that she's a legal guardian to because their parents died in a car accident. Both Stef and Lena are 23 years old. Watch as the high school sweethearts take on their lives as college students and parental figures to Lena's teenager brother, Skylar. The three also live in Los Angeles and not San Diego. So obviously AU. Just to fill my AdamsFoster heart a little.

A/N: This idea wouldn't leave my head, so it might be a little rough.

Rated: T for now, but might be M later. We'll see, I'll let you know a chapter or two in advance if you're uncomfortable with that kind of thing.

Disclaimer: I don't own The Fosters.

Chapter One

Stef Foster considered herself blessed. Every morning she woke up with her beautiful parter of seven years in her arms and every morning her beautiful partner woke up the teenager that might as well be their child.

On a particular Monday morning, Stef woke up and turned over to spoon her partner, "Good morning beautiful," the blonde said, kissing the woman's neck.

"Good morning baby," Lena said. "Sleep well?"

Stef nodded placing another kiss on the woman's shoulder this time, "I did," she said. "Do you have class today?"

"Yeah, that big paper was due." Lena said turning to face Stef and to tangle their legs together. "You headed to the academy today?"

"I am," Stef said kissing her lips softly. "Hey, is Skylar okay?" Stef asked because he seems a little off.

"I think so," Lena said. "He has been a little off lately. I wonder if he's just stressed with school. We kind of did throw him into MacArthur Prep without much cushion room."

"He's still getting good grades, yes?" Stef asked.

"He is," Lena said. "He's an Adams, babe. Straight A's." She added with a wink.

"Hey, all I know is that if I didn't befriend you in Pre-Cal, I would've never passed," Stef said smiling at their junior year and how Lena helped her through, "besides, I would've never found the love of my life if I didn't find the courage to ask you out."

Lena leaned in and initiated a small make out session before she pulled away, "Tutoring you was the best thing I've ever done."

"I love you, Lena." Stef whispered.

"I love you too, Stef." Lena whispered leaning in to kiss her again until they heard a knock on the door and deep, groggy voice on the other side.

"Lena?" Skylar asked.

"Come in honey," Lena said placing her head on Stef's chest as the door opened her 16 year old brother came stumbling in, already dressed in his school uniform. "Good morning," she said.

"Morning," he mumbled. "I meant to tell you this last night, but you were working on your paper and then you two's make out session got pretty heavy on the couch last night, but I have to meet with my guidance counselor before school today. So, I'm headed out." He said holding up a granola bar.

"Did you at least start the coffee?" Stef asked playing with Lena's hair.

"I did," he answered. "It should be done in like five minutes."

"Sounds good," Stef said. "Have a good day at school. Learn something."

"Yeah," he said coming to Lena's side of the bed to kiss her cheek, "you too."

As he gave Stef a fist bump, Lena caught his wrist and pulled him back, "You'll be home for dinner, yes?"

He adjusted his glasses and said, "Yeah, I'll text you if something else comes up though, okay?"

"Sounds good honey," Lena said. "I love you."

He smiled back down at his sister and said, "I love you too."

Stef and Lena got out of bed and showered and had breakfast together. Lena was making lunch for both her and Stef when she felt her partner's hands on her hips and lips pressed to her neck.

"Baby," Lena moaned, "come on, I have class and so do you."

"I know this," Stef said. "I just wanted to hold you," she whispered directly into Lena's ear, "I don't get to do this often anymore? Is that too much to ask?"

A chill went down Lena's spine, she knew that she's been really busy lately. She was in the middle of grad school and her brother moving in from the midwest, she knew she put Stef on the back seat, and she knew the woman understood, but she still felt guilty. Sure, they got to sit on the couch and watch tv the night before and it led into a heated make out session, but that didn't ease the guilt she felt.

"I'm sorry," Lena said hanging her head allow the tears that developed in her eyes to fall down her cheeks.

"Hey, hey," Stef said moving Lena to look at her. "I understand baby." She kissed Lena lovingly and purposefully.

"I just feel bad," Lena said averting eye contact with Stef.

"Don't feel bad baby," Stef said, "it's okay. I understand." She repeated.

"I'll do better," Lena said, "I promise I'll do-"

Lena was interrupted by Stef's finger on her mouth, "Shh," Stef said, slowly lifting the love of her life onto the counter looking directly into her eyes, "No matter how hard you work, how hard you take care of your brother, and how much you put into your education, I will always love you."

"I know that, baby." Lena said, "But, I still feel guilty."

"What about tonight?" Stef said. "Let's go on a date night tonight. Y'know, dinner, cocktails, and other stuff?"

"What about Skylar?" Lena asked remembering her brother lived with them in the apartment.

"I'll give him money and tell him to get lost for awhile." Stef said, "He may need it."

Lena's brother has been living with them since the beginning of the school year and he normally was a quiet kid, but he only spoke when he was spoken to or rarely when he needed something. Sure, he maybe grieving, Stef had a feeling why Lena was burying herself under everything, she was grieving the loss of her parents too. It was another reason why she wanted to take Lena out on a date.

"Okay," Lena said as Stef leaned into kiss her. "But, I really do need to finish making our lunches."

"Fine," Stef said, helping her off the counter. "I love you."

"I love you too." Lena said kissing her cheek.

Skylar Adams was the typical new kid at school. Everybody stared at him as he nervously walked the halls. It was almost like he was like all of the freshman as a junior. He walked into his guidance counselor's office and sat down.

"Hi, Mr. Adams," his guidance counselor Melanie Baylor said taking a sip of her coffee.

He gave her a single nod, "Morning Ma'am." He said politely.

"I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing," she said.

"I'm fine," he said adjusting his glasses.

"We're nearing midterms and it seems as if your grades are good," the guidance counselor said, "but we need you to get more involved in school activities."

"I'm sorry?" Skylar asked.

"Get involved in something," the guidance counselor said simply, "a sport, student government, a club. Your transfer file said you played baseball and soccer back at your school in Ohio. What's stoping you here?"

"The students at George Washington Preparatory Academy didn't make fun of me half as much as these kids at MacArthur Prep do." He answered.

"Are they making fun of you?" The guidance counselor asked.

"Yeah because apparently caring about your education here is a bad thing," he said. "Look, Guidance Counselor Baylor, I'll get involved, but I need to be promised that you'll do something about the bullying."

"Hold on, wait, bullying?" She asked.

"Yeah, I can't hide the bruises from my sister and her partner forever." He said.

"Bruises?" The guidance counselor asked.

Skylar sighed and untucked his shirt and lifted it up high enough for the woman to see the bruise that lied on his rib cage and when he saw her eyes widen, he retucked his uniform shirt and showed her the one on his arm.

"Four seniors thought it'd be cool to jump me on my way home yesterday." Skylar said. "And before you ask, I don't know their names. I'm new here."

"I'll keep an eye out," the guidance counselor said, "thank you for bringing it to my attention."

Skylar looked at the woman in front of him and wanted to believe her, but something in him told him that she wasn't being as honest as she appeared to be.

That afternoon, Stef got home from the academy and saw her partner's brother sitting at the kitchen table writing an essay.

"Hey kid," Stef said. "How was school?"

Skylar looked up at her and asked, "Are you really asking me that question?"

"Sure am," Stef said ruffling his hair.

"It was school," he said. "These kids get away with freaking murder and then my guidance counselor said I need to get more involved." He rubbed his forehead frustratedly.

"Well you did play baseball and soccer back in Ohio." Stef mentioned.

"Yeah, I know." He said. "And so does my guidance counselor because they sent everything over from George Washington."

"Sorry kiddo," Stef said sitting across from him. She watched as he shrugged his shoulders and continued to write his essay, and then she took a shot at another conversation, "Hey, so uh, your sister and I are trying to rekindle some romance tonight. Since the most action I've gotten since your parents passed was that make out session on the couch last night."

"Okay," Skylar said knowing that there was more to this.

"If I give you $50 bucks can you get lost in the city for awhile?" Stef asked hesitantly.

"Is that all?" Skylar asked looking up from his Mac. Stef nodded, expecting him for some reason to blow up, but to her surprise he stuck his hand out, "So? Where's my $50 bucks?"

"What?" Stef asked. "I thought you were going to blow up on me."

Skylar chuckled, "Listen, Stef, I know I haven't made things easy for you and Lena. And I'm sorry for that, but if you need a night to rekindle whatever 20-something love you two had before I ruined it all, I'll do it."

"We love having you here," Stef assured making sure that the boy knew that he wasn't unwanted as she handed him the money out of her wallet.

"I know you do," he said. "But I also know that if you two don't do something soon, problem can arise."

"Okay," Stef said as Lena came in. "Hi my love," she called out to Lena.

"Hi baby," she said. "Hi Skylar," she added. "How was school?"

Stef saw the boy slightly roll his eyes, "It was fine," he said. "I'm actually going to go back, the library is open until nine. So, I'll go grab dinner and then go study for my Calculus test." He added before picking up his backpack and kissing Lena's cheek and giving Stef a fist bump. "Don't have too much fun," he called out as he opened the front door.

When he left the house, Stef said, "It's cute that he always kisses your cheek when he leaves."

"He always did it when we lived in Ohio." Lena said. "So anyway," she added.

"Maybe we can do a date night in?" Stef suggested.

"I like that idea," she said, kissing her partner, pushing her back against the counter.

End of the Chapter: Just a brief intro chapter. The next chapters will be a little longer. Hope you stick around.