So this is a longish update to what i usually do :) there's a lot happening in this one so keep up :D ENJOY

Quinn Fabray.

That was one name Santana had hoped she'd never hear again. After they had dropped Brittany home she returned with Puck to her own house where her night was tainted by vicious nightmares of memories catching up with her.

Brittany wasn't completely sure what Puck had said to Santana but the next thing she knew she was being pulled outside Motion and driven home with barely a word being shared between Santana and Puck. Of course the Latina had apologised profusely about having to cut their night short but that it was necessary and she would explain when she got all her facts straight.

The rain came down in sheets the morning after the club and Santana had decided to stay at her place and just figure out what she was going to do about the potentially dangerous information of Fabray's return.

"How do even know she's come back?" The brunette asked Puck, slightly agitated.

"A couple of the guys spotted her at the store down the street when they were on a job and they texted me."

Santana waved her hand dismissively and decided to check on Brittany and see how she was getting on, despite the weather. She grabbed her leather jacket and an umbrella before heading down the street towards Brittany's.

Santana stood under the porch without knocking on the door. She looked out absentmindedly into the rain which continued to pour. She thought of Quinn's motives. She had no reason for revenge, no right to revenge either. She was probably just here for kicks, there were not many other options to choose from.

Brittany had watched from the window. She had simply waited for Santana to knock but the Latina seemed lost in her own mind so she opened the door gently and approached Santana. She put a hand on the brunette's shoulder, surprising her a bit.

"Ay dios mio! Brittany way to warn me."

"Sorry, you were just standing out here; I didn't want you to catch a cold." The blonde replied meekly.

"I'm sorry; I was in my own little world. Can I come in?"

"Of course, you want coffee or I can make tea; green tea is my favourite." Brittany asked as she led the way back inside her house.

"Green tea would be great thanks." Santana smiled and made her way to the living room.

Brittany went straight for the kitchen and started on the drinks while Santana tried to relax on the couch. For some reason the knowledge of Quinn Fabray being around had just put her on a constant edge. The dancer returned with their tea and she made herself comfortable on the couch.

"I'm sorry again about yesterday, I really didn't want to leave."

"It's not your fault, and I still had a good night anyway." Brittany smirked.

Santana returned the smirked and sipped at her tea, which wasn't particular great but if Brittany liked it she could probably get used to it.

"So what you been up to?"

"Stuck in the house cause of the weather, but I did have a visitor early." The blonde said cheerily.

"I promise I'll tell Puck to stay away from here..." Santana said thinking of new ways she could hurt Puck.

"No no it was a girl." Brittany chuckled. "Umm... kind of embarrassed to say that I forgot her name... her surname was something like... Febreeze! That's what it was."

"I'm pretty sure that's air freshener." Santana sniggered, but that soon stopped. "... Wait it wasn't Fabray was it? Quinn Fabray?"

"Oh my god yeah, how did you know? Your totally stalking me now aren't you?" The blonde said with a wink.

"No, but her names pretty unusual and I know her anyway." Santana said icily.

Brittany could sense how the mood had changed, Santana's face had dropped and her gaze was distant; obviously thinking of another time or place.

"Do you two have a history? Like is she your ex-girlfriend or something?"

"No way! She's part of a different gang. We have a past and because you live here now I feel bad that you don't know the whole story. I could tell you if you want?"

"Only if you're sure?"

Santana nodded and began.

Eight Years Ago:

It had been raining for a good week and a half; the sun hadn't come out at all. On Saturday however the sun decided to come out and Santana wanted to make the most of it just in case.

Her mother had told her to bring her sister to the park and fourteen year old Santana was not impressed with that idea but did not dare argue with her mother. Her sister Eva came bounding down the stairs beaming about going to the park with her big sister. Santana smiled back her, she really did love her sister more than anything.

There was a playground at the park and Eva and Santana would always fight to get the better swing. Of course Eva would get it but her older sister would usually put up a good struggle. Santana would let her win because at eight years old Eva deserved as much childhood as possible. They crossed the street hand in hand and were about a block from the park when she saw it; a black car driving way too slow for her liking.

She shrugged it off and kept up with her over excited sister. The car passed again and Santana felt very self conscious at that point. She didn't want to scare her sister, nor did she want to do nothing.

"Más rápido Eva!" Santana tried to say playfully in an attempt to get her sister to walk faster.

Her sister gave her a confused look and Santana just smiled. That's when she saw it. The car had returned for the third time, only this time it slowed to a stop. Santana knew she should have known better as the window opened. She tried to simply ignore the vehicle beside them but when your father runs one of the biggest gangs in Mexico, ignoring things should be out of the question. 'Everyone's an enemy' as he would say.

The bullets fired mercilessly at the two girls. Santana could feel a searing pain in her shoulder but the only thing she could think of was her sister. She bent down to Eva who was sprawled on the pavement. Crimson blood drenched her clothing as she looked into the brown eyes that resembled her own. Hers, however, were glossed over. Eva's body was limp and Santana's world lay broken around her.

She took her eyes off her sister for an instant to look at the car. She saw the window close but not before she met the eyes of her sister's killer.

Quinn Fabray.

"Santana, I'm so sorry. I would have never let her in."

Santana felt a couple of tears trickle down her face recalling all the events.

"Come here." Brittany said with open arms.

"What?" The Latina asked unsurely.

"Come here?"

Both girls put down their mugs on the coffee table and Santana allowed herself to be enveloped by Brittany inviting arms. They cuddled up on the couch and Brittany continued.

"So that was what the scar is from?"

Santana nodded lying with her back to Brittany with her arms around her. She felt Brittany's grip tighten and it was welcome. She felt safe here.

"What'd Quinn say?"

"She seemed nice enough so we just talked about general stuff; it was only like a five minute chat."

"Did she mention me?"

"Nope."

"Did you mention me?"

"Umm... no?... maybe... yeah I did." Brittany said with a guilty look on her face even though it went unseen. "Was I not meant too? I only said that you were really nice and helpful."

"That's all you said about me?" The tanned girl said playfully trying to make Brittany feel more at ease.

It wasn't really Brittany's fault. She didn't have the full story so who could blame her. Fabray probably played the 'hi, I'm your neighbour from down the street and I just want to get to know you' card; even though she doesn't live anywhere near here.

"It's okay Britt, in future I'll keep you in the loop." She said softly as she took one of the blonde's hands in her own.

The doorbell rang and Santana stood up immediately. "I'll get it."

She breathed a sigh of relief as it was only Carlos who stood at the door. She then walked back in and retook her place lying in Brittany's arms.

"What's wrong Carlos?"

"Uh...Should we talk outside boss?"

Santana shook her head. "No, go ahead."

"Okay... Fabray was found snooping around outside your house. She wants to talk to you. She said she'd wait as long as it took to talk to you."

"Well ain't that just great. I'll be home in a few."

With the nod of his head Carlos left. Santana sat up and turned to Brittany. "I guess I'm gonna have to go, I'm sorry."

"I hope this goes okay for you. You can come over later if you like?"

"That sounds great, I'll tell you all about." With a peck on the lips and a goodbye Santana was gone.

She spotted the blonde hair a mile off sitting on her couch in the living room. Her face had not changed much from what Santana could recall. She was simply the older version of her fourteen year old self, nothing like her mother however; alcohol had affected her looks greatly.

"We've already searched her, what do we do now?" Carlos said walking from the room, out of earshot.

"Bring her to the study in five minutes."

Santana made her way upstairs. She took a seat behind her desk and waited for footsteps. Soon she would have to deal with the nightmare that was Quinn Fabray. There was a light knock on the door and she called for them to enter. Quinn was bundled in the door and left standing awkwardly in front of Santana.

"Sit." The Latina ordered harshly. "It's been a while Fabray. What made you come slithering around here, when you know we could kill you point blank?"

"I thought we'd got over the old Lopez Fabray thing, please call me Quinn." She said as if they were old friends.

"As I said Fabray, why are you here?" Santana replied coldly.

"Please don't call me that" she begged. "It's half the reason I'm here. I needed to get away Santana you don't understand."

"Yeah I really don't, I don't even know why I'm being so kind as to listen to the shit you're spreading. Little Miss Fabray hanging around my part of Mexico does not sit well with me, hell I don't think it ever will."

"Do you know how tough jail is for a girl like me?"

"Do I care?"

"We're not so different Santana-"

"Do not start that with me Fabray-"

"Let me finish. Neither you or I ever wanted this." She waved her hand around in a general motion. "Who grows up saying that they want to be in a gang, yanno? We both got stuck with this, we could help each other."

"Maybe we didn't grow up wanting this Fabray but that's where the similarities stop. I most definitely do not need or want your help. To be honest, you should know better. What made you think you could waltz in here and I'd just pretend that what you went to jail for was nothing? Do you think I've forgiven you because your jail sentence is up? Do you think that makes everything ok? It doesn't bring her back."

"I thought you would have understood that I was here for more than just your forgiveness, I have a confession to make."

"Unless you're deaf now, I'm not even giving you my forgiveness, what makes you think I'd give you more than that?"

"Santana we're two very powerful people and we're pretty too, I mean we could work something out." Quinn said with a glint in her that Santana had no time for.

"I cannot believe you would actually come here in the hopes of what? Hopping into bed with me? That family of yours really screwed you up big time."

"I love you Santana. I told them and they threw me out. Are you happy?"

Santana was slightly taken aback at Quinn's confession there was no way this was even happening right now. Quinn looked like a broken mess but there was no way on this earth that she would ever help the likes of Quinn Fabray.

"You don't love me Fabray. Whatever scheme this is you're failing miserably. Just go back to your shitty little crew and beg forgiveness, I have no fucking idea why you came here instead."

"I just told you why came here. The line between love and hate is at the best of times blurred and I was confused. I never really hated you, I just thought I did"

"My lines are completely solid and you're still confused."

"Maybe so, but I thought you would have some sort of decency to help me Santana."

"Decency? Is that what you had when you murdered my sister? Or have you forgotten about that? I mean since when did eight years in prison suffices for killing someone, my sister more importantly. Got daddy to step in yet again Fabray, how much did he bribe that judge with?"

"You think I spent those eight years doing nothing. I was thinking Santana, about how much I regret it, about how I'd change if I could, about us. The look in your eye that day, the sadness you felt for her, I wished it was me. I wished you could show that much emotion for me one day."

"There is no 'us' Fabray, there's never going to be an 'us', I don't know what put that in your mind."

The brunette began to get more and more frustrated with this change in Quinn. She was used to the time when the blonde had been almost in the same league as her. Some would say they grew up together. Together? No. Against one another? Yes.

"Sorry, I forgot about that fling your having at the moment with the new girl." Quinn mentioned almost smugly.

Santana did not need Quinn dragging Brittany into this. She could go the denial route but Quinn had already obviously done her homework. Brittany had told the other blonde that they knew each other anyway.

"Fling or no fling, nothing would ever happen between us. Why don't you understand that?" The Latina's brow creased with irritation.

"I don't want to Santana."

"I don't care what you want. Just go Fabray, right now and don't even look back you leave."

Quinn's eyes were downcast; she wasn't sure what more she could say to get Santana to love her.

"Puck!" Santana shouted from her desk.

Minutes later Puck entered looking a little flustered. "Yeah boss?"

"Get Miss Fabray here in a car with one of the drivers and take her outside our turf. What direction? I don't care. What street? I don't care. Just get her outta my sight." Santana finished with a growl.

Puck took Quinn out and with one last glance Quinn vowed she'd be back.

"I'm going to Brittany's." Was all Santana said to Puck before she left for the night.

She walked in a daze and she wasn't really sure whether she was awake. It was an odd sensation. Her conversation with Quinn had sparked off nothing but bad memories.

Brittany answered the door almost instantly.

"Can I stay here tonight?" Brittany could see the sad look in her eye and there was no way she was refusing the brunette.

Santana had said she could sleep on the couch but Brittany had made up the lame excuse that her bed was really cold so maybe two people could warm it up. Santana just couldn't argue with that.

They took separate sides on Brittany's bed after Santana had borrowed some of her clothes.

"Do you wanna talk about what happened?"

"Can we talk tomorrow?" Santana replied quietly.

"Sure"

After quite a few moments of silence Santana started to get flashbacks, she hadn't got them in years but her meeting with Quinn had obviously messed with her head.

"Brittany?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you hold me?" She whispered as tears began to fall again.

"Come here." Brittany said with a knowing smile

Santana felt protected in Brittany's arms, she felt like she had nothing to worry about. The strong pale arms around her made her feel comfortable enough to cry.

"So a gang leader, huh?" Brittany mocked.

"Bitch please." Santana replied as they laughed together.

She left her worries for another day.

WOOHOO :) so what did you think? lemme know... and how about that Glee Finale ? What did you guys think? So next update will be fluffy i think and perhaps one of Brittany's friends will come to town :D