Quinn's sitting in church rather fidget, playing with her white cardigan when her father sighs next to her and whispers harshly in her left ear.

'Lucy Fabray, you are seven years old, you will behave on your aunt's funeral.'

'Yes, daddy.' She whispers quietly, looking down at her hands on her lap, urging herself not to pout.

Quinn doesn't even know why she's here. She saw the old lady once last year, she's not even sure what her name is.

'Prudence was a fantastic woman and I hope she's well in Heaven.' The priest says.

So that's her name.

After the priest stops talking, they go to Aunt Prudence's house, pay their condolences to Uncle Walter and Quinn drags herself to the backyard behind her parents and sits in one of the white chairs, looking down at her lap once again and playing with her hands.

'Hello.'

Quinn looks up after hearing the voice and a brunette Latina that seems to be her age is looking back at her with a small, shy smile.

'Hello.' Quinn says back as she looks into brown eyes.

'I'm Santana Lopez. What's your name?'

'Lucy Quinn Fabray. Call me Quinn, please.'

Quinn eyes the Latina more closely. Her hair is slightly curled and her brown eyes remind her of chocolate. Even if the smile on her face is only half one, Quinn can't help but notice how pretty it is. Her darker skin tone brings out the red dress she's wearing.

'Nice to meet you, Quinn. Do you wanna go play?'

Quinn glances at her parents on the other side of the backyard and looks back at Santana. She shrugs.

'Cool. C'mon.' Santana grabs her left hand and pulls her off the chair. Quinn notices that Santana's a bit smaller than her.

She drags Quinn inside the house, then through the house and into the small garden in the front of the house. She pulls her to the swings and finally lets go of Quinn's hand. She sits on the left swing and Quinn sits on the right one.

'Did you knew the old lady?' Santana asks as she tries to reach higher.

'She was my aunt but I only saw her once. What about you?'

'I never met her before. My abuela was a friend of her.'

Quinn scrunches up her nose in confusion.

'What's an abuela?'

'Abuela means grandma in Spanish.' Santana smiles at her.

'Oh. What else do you know in Spanish?'

The brunette shrugs.

'What you wanna know?'

'Uhmm… Oh! Can you say: I don't want to go to school?'

'No quiero ir-me a la escuela.'

Quinn repeats the sentence to herself a few times. Santana giggles at her and Quinn pouts.

'It's mean to laugh at someone, Santana.'

Santana immediately stops.

'I'm sorry, Quinn. You're accent is just really really really really funny.'

Quinn crosses her arms and pouts again. Santana stops swinging, gets up and puts herself in front of the blonde. She grabs her by the arms and uncrosses them without a fight. Santana gets on her tip toes and hugs Quinn by the neck.

'I'm sorry, Quinn. I won't ever make fun of you, ever, ever, ever, ever again.'

Quinn hugs Santana back and finally stops pouting. She pulls back and smiles at the other girl.

'You should smile more. I like your smile.' Santana smiles back at her and Quinn blushes some.

'Thanks.'

'Lucy!' Russell Fabray yells as he runs to them. He pulls Santana back and grabs Quinn's right wrist tightly, making the blonde whimper. He pulls her to her feet and glares at Santana.

Some people have gathered around them.

'Stop! You're hurting her!' Santana yells at him, trying to pull his hand away from Quinn's wrist.

Russell uses his right hand and shoves her on her shoulder, making her fall. She quickly stands up and prepares to launch at him again but her abuela's voice shouting her name freezes her in place.

'Santana Maria Lopez, don't stand up to an adult. We're leaving. Come.'

Santana glances up at her abuela and then at Quinn. The blonde has tears prickling in her eyes, Santana can't tell if it's from pain or something else.

'Please, don't go.' She whispers.

'I'm sorry, Quinn.'

Santana turns around and walks away, tears at bay on her own eyes.

REDBULLISACAT# REDBULLISACAT# REDBULLISACAT

Quinn's father ordered her to stay away from the Hispanic girl when they got home. Quinn cried herself to sleep that night.

The next morning, she goes to school with a sad face and red eyes.

She looks for the other girl all day, hoping they go to the same school. When her teacher calls her inside, she gives up with a pout.

When her mother picks her up at school, she asks her to take her to the park. Since she's too busy, she orders the nanny to go with her.

When Quinn gets at the park, she carefully looks around and a grin covers most of her face when she sees Santana.

'Tana!' She yells before she can stop herself and runs to her, tackling her to the ground before the brunette has an opportunity to react. 'I'm so happy to see you!' She hugs her tightly, her face on Santana's shoulder, muffling her voice.

Santana laughs at the behavior but hugs back.

'I'm happy to see you too. Are you okay? He hurt your arm yesterday.'

Quinn pulls back and sits on the grass.

'I'm okay. It just hurt a little.' Quinn smiles at her.

Santana smiles back.

'See? You're prettier when you're smiling.'

Quinn looks down in embarrassment with a shy smile. She mumbles her thanks but then explains to Santana that her father doesn't want them to see each other. Santana simply shrugs. 'My papi always tells me that what she doesn't know doesn't hurt her when he steals cookies from the jar. I think this counts too.'

'What's a papi?'

'It's daddy in Spanish. Mami is mommy.'

'Oh. And I guess you're daddy's right.' Quinn smiles.

After an hour her nanny calls her to go home and promises to bring her to the park as much as she could and pinky promised across her heart that she wouldn't tell her parents about Santana.

That night, Quinn fell asleep with a smile on her face and with a Latina's face behind her closed eyes.