Chapter 1: Introduction

Santana's eyes fluttered open as she heard the bustling New York streets she had grown to love. It was funny how a little smile escaped the young girl's pouty lips. For once in her life, the young Latina was actually happy. Living with her Father Andres Lopez, who was the chief of police of one of the Manhattan precincts, Santana couldn't ask for a better life at the moment.

Santana Moved in with her father about two years ago when her mother felt like the young Latina was out of control, but in Santana's defense it wasn't all her fault. Santana couldn't exactly pin point when it precisely happened, but around the age of fourteen she began to notice things. For example, how her mother seemed to care about her job, more than she cared about her own her daughter. Yeah, Santana understood that her Mother was also a police chief in New Jersey, which meant long hours, but she doubted that a 14 year old child should be left alone until 11:00 at night, seven days out of the week. This obviously caused some damage in the relationship between Eva Lopez and Santana Lopez.

When Santana turned fifteen that's when it hit her. If her mom didn't have time for her and could work all night, why couldn't she stay out and party all night? But that was just the beginning. Next came the Navel piercing then the tattoos, and lastly the lightly colored bruises on her neck and chest that we like to call hickeys.

After two hours of screaming, and slurs being thrown at each other, Eva Lopez said she couldn't take it anymore and said that she felt her and Santana needed a break. Whatever that meant. So she sent Santana to New York to stay with her dad, for two weeks.

Well that's what Santana and her father thought until one day Santana opened the front door and found all her stuff packed in boxes dumped in the hallway of her dad's condo building, with a little sticky note attached to the box that sat closer to the front that read

"Andres, I've done what I can. She's not my problem anymore she's yours. - Eva"

Santana felt a tear burn down her cheek, but quickly wiped it away when she heard her father's voice from behind.

"Mija, what's all this?"

Santana didn't say anything. She just simply turned around and placed the piece of paper in her father's hand and continued her journey to her new room. Santana's father was confused but after reading the tiny piece of paper it made sense. It broke Andre's heart to see the mother of his child abandon their child like that, except he always new Eva was selfish. That was part of the reason they were no longer together. However he never imagined she would do something like this to Santana.

A couple months later Santana felt as if she always should have lived with her father. They rarely argued, and though he was a Police Chief he always found time for his daughter. Santana knew her father loved her, but growing up she hardly ever saw him and now that she was living with him she knew he was trying to catch up for lost time and she admired and loved him for that.

When Santana turned sixteen Andres bought her a red and white Mustang, that Santana loved dearly. But of course she never really drove it. I mean come on she lived in New York! Everything was in walking distance. But she found out later her Father bought it hoping his daughter would make a drive to New Jersey to visit her mother. Which was completely out of the question for the Latina, so Andres didn't push his daughter, because really and truly Eva didn't deserve to see their daughter. So he dropped it. It wasn't like Santana got a happy birthday phone call from her mother anyway.

On her Seventeenth birthday Santana came out to her Father and told him that she was gay. It was actually fairly easy. Andres was born and raised in New York so it wasn't like it was an uncommon thing. He told Santana he would always love her not matter who she loved.

A month Later Santana introduced her dad to Kalli Morgan, her girlfriend. At first glance you could almost suspect Kalli to be a Victoria Secret model or something. Santana didn't know if it was the long Almost platinum blonde hair, or maybe it was her piercing green eyes. Santana didn't know nor did she really care all she knew was that the girl was gorgeous and she was hers. Kalli and Santana were very much alike inside and out. They both were very petite but Kalli was a little taller. Santana loved the fact that Kalli was girly like her, which made going out together in public fun. It never failed; a guy would hit one of them thinking they were best friends or something. And there response was always the same. Quick smiles towards each other then a finale finish with a hot make out session, which was always a crowd pleaser.

Santana and Kalli had made out plenty of times but had never actually gone all the way. Believe it or not Santana had her fair share of make out partners but she had never actually had sex. Shocker huh? It's not that she didn't want to do it with Kalli, because she did. Kalli meant everything to her, but she just wanted it to be special, with someone special.

Yeah... Santana Lopez couldn't ask for a better life at this point. She lived with her super amazing dad in an amazing Manhattan Condo. And she had a gorgeous girlfriend that she loved. Who could ask for more?

But we all know happiness doesn't last forever...

This is just the beginning.. Hope you're ready ;)