Quinntana Week 2014 Day One : Quinntana Begins
A/N: Hello, Quinntana Week is here! Finally. This is a seven chapter story for each theme day of QW14. No One-shots. This year's themes are so easy to relate that I though, Why not? Thank you for reading.
December 26th, 2018
Quinn's POV
A continuous sound buzzed loudly a few feet away from me. My body feels numb, the vague sound now is growing louder, stronger and irritating. I curled my toes on warm sheets, yawning and exposing energy through my sluggish body.
I took a long, slow, deep breath. I glared at the alarm clock, as if my eyes were going to silence the object immediately. My eyes adjust at the darkness of the large space. The blue numbers shines brightly, alerting me it was time to move my ass out of bed.
I cannot be more tired. My body was used to the dense routine. Wake up early, go to work, go home and repeat every week. However, last night was Christmas and work is always busy after a holiday.
My bed feels so warm, as if the mattress get more comfortable every time I curl and snuggle into it. I extended my hand, finding the snooze button. My ears adapted at the white noise that floods the room. Any noise was better than that alarming, continuous, horrible sound.
The clock reads five o' four. I decided to drag my body, sluggishly to the bathroom, turning the shower on and walking back again to the dark room. It takes time for the water to heat up. I grab the thin cylindrical plastic stick hanging from the ceiling next to my bed; the curtains slide open, folding neatly next to each other. The gray, dim light enters the loft and my eyes find the mixture of color in the sky. Purple shades dances lightly against red, while soft orange surfs towards the unseen sun. It is beautiful. I can say waking up this early has its advantages.
I yawned; days like today are full of tension and require all of my positivism. I work for the Department of Time Anomalies. They are specialized in Quantum theories, and many scientific terms. My job consists in detecting energy, simple as that. Presently, there has been abnormal energy fluctuating in the breeze. When a nonstandard high energy gathers in a particular range or habitation, stopping its normal course, a time zone portal opens. I am the one who discovers the energy and prevents any merging into the past and present.
My boss transferred me from Boston to New York four months ago. One day I was in my office filing documents and the following day I was working on actual time changes, preventing the accumulation of energy. I love my job, cannot deny that; nonetheless, every eight –hour job, is tiring at one point.
The water must be warm by now. I jumped in the shower and took a long awakening wash. It took me around thirty minutes to get ready and leave the loft.
"Agent Fabray?" I blindly raise my head from my desk, responding in my name. My boss stood there with a white lab coat and some folders in his hands. "Merry Christmas." He said, wiggling his eyebrows and placing the folders neatly on the corner of my glass desk.
"Thank you?" I ask acknowledging the joke.
"Come on, you and your sister are the best implementing the job."
"We are, can't deny that."
"Oh, and before I go," He said shaking his head. "Can you please tell your sister to report to me in the afternoon?" I nodded. "Can't find her anywhere."
"No problem, Sir." He arched his brow and pointed to my back. "By the way, nice flowers." He checked his watch and walked away.
"Thank… you." I whispered to the empty office. I soon forgot about the flowers.
A bouquet of flowers was decorating my glass office this morning. The card had no recipient, not a name… nothing but just one word.
Seven
I cannot connect the dots. Who could have sent me these flowers? However, who could have sent me a beautiful bouquet, my favorite flowers. Sure I went out with a co –worker, have to say it was a bad idea; nevertheless, I do not believe I ever brought up anything about flowers in our dinner, not that I recall. I observed the luxuriant flowers inside a striking purple color vase. I set down the rectangle card back on the desk. Inspecting the handwriting, therefore it was still unknown for me. I smiled and thanked whoever got me the flowers and left the office.
On the way to my car, I saw the windows down and feet resting on the dashboard. My sister was sleeping in the passenger seat. I slapped the bumper and she jumps abruptly.
"What the hell are you doing?" She yawned, fixing her clothes and shifting her neck to the sides. "Why are you sleeping at work?"
"Chill, Lucy. Was just taking a nap, couldn't sleep last night." She said yawning again. "Plus, I'm not at work. I'm in a car."
I rolled my eyes entering the car. She smiles, kissing my cheek quickly. "Mr. Jones was looking for you."
"Oh right, forgot about that. I'll visit him later." She grabbed her watch from the dashboard and placed it round her wrist. The watch detects large amount of energy. It ran us through high –energy level and we spread out the rest with our other equipment.
"Now tell me, how did you sleep?" She said beaming at me.
I grabbed my watch and placed it around my wrist. "I'm good, ready for this busy week." I shrugged one shoulder and she nods vaguely biting her bottom lip.
"I feel you, working after Christmas… horrible."
"How's Jen?" I asked her. "Did she wake up with a hangover?" I smiled. Yesterday I spent the day with my sister and her girlfriend. We spend every holiday together, since my parents passing.
"She's good. She must be tired. We didn't sleep at all last night." She jiggled her brows. "If you know what I mean."
I laughed at her antics; it was so comforting to see my sister happy. She and her girlfriend have been together for three years.
"You are so disgusting. I sure didn't want to picture that."
She laughed. "Speaking of disgusting things. Who sent you the flowers?"
I set my stare along her. Maybe she knows something about it. "How do you know?"
"There's two Fabray working in this building. The messenger person brought them to my office. As shortly as I notice the type of flowers they were, I knew the Fabray he was addressing wasn't the correct one."
"I have no idea who would've have sent me flowers."
"Maybe they are for your birthday? It's three days away." She shrugs. "All the signs pointed toward you, Sis." I smiled at her certainly.
"How do you know, missy."
"They are white carnations. It's your favorite flower, Luce."
I squint my eyes, thinking of a person who might have sent the flowers, however, no one popped into my mind. "I am sure you are the only one who knows my new strange addiction to white carnations."
"Apparently not the only one. Perhaps you told Sarah?"
"I don't remember experiencing that type of conversation with her, our date was plain, full of nothing important." She rocked her head to the side; I could see her smug grin forming in her lip. "Unless you sent me the flowers."
She snorted derisively. "Why would I send flowers to my sister?"
"Sisters do these things, sometimes."
"I'm not charming enough." She laughed.
"You are impossible, Frannie."
"And I love you too. Luce."
I laughed and threw the folders at her. She opens the thin cover and starts reading when our next mission will be. "Okay, Quinnie. Brooklyn."
We completed seven of the folders already. Our dashboard clocks reads, three thirty –one in the afternoon. We found a minimal amount of energy grouped in different spaces. It was easy to dissipate with the expensive equipment we carry.
Frannie yawns opening the last folder. I was hoping the final one was an easy one and not an immense labor. However, in once we finish with our assigned work for the day, we have to get back to the office and document the events; this includes where the energy aggregated, how high was its intensity and the most significant, a corroboration of the dissipated energy.
"Last folder." I looked at Frannie. "Hope is not in an open area, I mean how we are failing to explain to people that we need to circle the arena with our cars? It's a long process." She laughed reading the paper. She flicked the page and scoff. "You're lucky, Luce."
"Why?"
"You get to go home early." She closes the folder and taps her watch. "The next energy report is in your building complex."
"Really?" I say, taking the folder from her hands, and endorsing that our following job was really in my building. "I guess it is."
We drove to the front of my building, finding no parking. I was used to the small headaches I would baffle, precisely because a parking spot is not available for me in front of the edifice. I tend to park my car right across the street. It took us a few minutes to gather our equipment. Frannie gets the high –energy decompressor out of the back seat. It looks like a small –wheeled bag, just when you open it, blue buttons cover the space sided with bars of electromagnetic impulses. Our watches are ready in our wrists, and we have a small device attached to our waist. A chart device allows us to recognize that the energy we will work on is nonviolent and secure. By harmless and good, I mean that we are not facing any danger in the time zones.
As soon as we open my building complex door, our watches buzz quietly, warning us of the massive energy in the area. Frannie and I expect at our devices simultaneously. "It's coming from upstairs." We reached the fifth floor and the energy was still not strong enough.
After many complaints about why I took the stairs and not the 'working elevator', Frannie and I reached my floor. Seventh floor. Our watch buzzed again and I started walking into bright hall. We passed two doors on the right, the elevator and my loft door. Nothing.
"Are you sure we don't need to go higher." I double –check my watch and the energy was coming from around here.
"No." Frannie raised her hands, inspecting the watch and pointing to the door next to my loft.
"Is your neighbor's home?" Frannie says placing the bag in front of the loft door and sliding her hand on the door. The watch clicked twice, informing us the energy source comes from behind the wall. I nodded and we knocked.
Afterward a few moments, the doorway slid open, letting out an older woman smiling at us. "Hello, how can I assist you?"
"Hey Mrs. Susan, you know I work for the Department of Time Anomalies, and my sister and I are here to disperse the energy. Do you mind if we-"
"No, no, dear." She cuts me off, motioning me to come inside her loft. "Come in."
"Thank you." I smiled at the strong, sweet smell in the air. She lives here by herself and she bakes as an entertainment. Sometimes when I come home from work, the smell invades my living room.
"Would you ladies like some cookies?" She asks us and Frannie immediately nods.
Frannie set the bag on the floor, opening and pressing the button in the corner while chewing on a cookie. Thither was a little vibration on the base and the machine beeped. I look upwards and saw small silver circles forming next to each other's. The bands started to widen and decrease at the little beeping sound the condenser was making.
The device on my belt, pointed me to the right wall of the loft. Small circles were closing and opening on the wall. I pointed Frannie to the wall contrary to my loft and she nods, pressing a few more buttons, increasing the beeping sound.
Promptly, the silver circles were disappearing from Mrs. Susan living room and our watch stopped buzzing. We make sure the energy was not floating around her loft and we verify any possible groupings. Once the loft was clear, we said our goodbyes and left the loft.
"That was easy." I said, smiling at my sister.
"Yes sis, you can stay here. I can file the documents, don't worry."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, plus I have to go back to the office anyway. Remember, I need to meet with our boss."
"Oh, right." She hugged me and waved goodbye. "Oh, and Frann, take the elevator this time, so you can't die on your way downstairs." She stopped in her tracks and glared at me.
"You are so lucky I don't hate you." I laughed while she pressed the elevator button. "I would have changed my partner in a heartbeat."
"Nah, you wouldn't."
"Bye Lucy."
I slid open my loft door. Taking my jacket and scarf off and flopping on the couch. I rubbed my hands on my warm forehead. My lung fills with a comfortable, relaxing aroma of the loft. I yawned lying back on the warm couch. The palm of my hands met cold cheeks, rubbing my face and massaging my scalp. My boots were thrown somewhere next to the couch. I turned off my watch, detaching the plastic material from my wrist, along with my chart sensor and placed it on the coffee table. I was struggling to hold my eyelids open.
I catch the blanket from the armrest and cover my torso. My breathing change, my body began to lose tension, my muscles felt at rest. I smiled, then I fell asleep.
I heard voices in the distance. The sound was muffled, unclear, far. My face is pressed to the sofa, my hand coming down over and bearing upon the floor. I blink, trying to wake up. The voice was slowly getting stronger, her tone increasing. My fingertips scratch the back of my neck and I turned to my right side, that's when the voice was clear and I could clearly understand the words.
"No, I don't believe so." I could hear her say. I was impressed by how clear and loud her voice was. I promptly moved my head, studying the loft. Is there someone in here? "I will have to see her." The voice says again. "What if I can't sell the loft? I mean, what will happen?" This was not normal, the loft was empty and her voice was so clear, as if she was speaking on the phone right next to me. "Yes, furnished."
I sat on the couch, looking at the empty right side. Could this be possible? I slowly leaned toward the right side, carefully leaning into the voice.
She whispers. "I'm scared, you know." I quickly jumped from the couch, grabbing my watch from the coffee table and locking it around my wrist. This was no good at all. If she whispered something and I got word it clearly, a time zone portal must have open.
The watch clicked twice and my eyes widen. I went to find my telephone and call Frannie, but I erred with the blanket, falling hard on the wooden floor. "Fuck." I gasped, but I was not expecting what was going to happen next.
"Who's there?" The woman's voice was firm. Did she hear me falling? My heart was racing.
"Oh, shit." I whispered, taking hold of my phone.
"I'll call you back." The woman said and I covered my mouth, preventing any type of conversation. This cannot be happening. A merge? Now? "Who's there? I will call the police." The woman was nervous; I could hear the change in her voice.
What should I do? If I call Frannie, she will overhear the conversation and this can be dangerous. Really dangerous. Allowing communication with somebody from the past could be problematic and cause major troubles.
"I said who's there. I have a knife and I will use it." She said, alarmed, but for some reason it sounded funny, and I couldn't help myself… I giggled. "You freak, I can hear you giggling, so why don't you deliver my precious time and present yourself so I can transport you straight to the ER."
My eyes inspected the floor finding minuscule silver ring openings and closing at a low rate. Fuck. It was really happening. This woman was probably living in this loft, years ago. What should I do first? I do not have the necessary equipment to break up the energy.
"Um." I said and she screamed. "I-I am sorry to trouble you, ma'am." My voice was shaky, unsure of letting out the incorrect words to the stranger.
"Who's there, I will cut your ass."
It took me a few seconds to process what was happening. Was I ready to enable a conversation with a person from the past? I can lose my job; certainly, I was breaking a few codes, just to respond at her question. I sighed and replied. "I work for the Department of Time Anomalies and-
"I could care less who you work for." I arched my brow, shifting my eyes from left to right in the empty loft. "What are you doing at my home? Why can I hear you? Where are you?" She emphasized her last word. "Who are you?"
"I am not at your home. Before this afternoon there was energy in our neighbor's loft and some might have fleshed out through here. The energy causes merges in time. I am afraid that you are merging into a place in the future."
"What are you talking about?"
"Listen, this is my loft. My name is Quinn and I work for the DTA. I just need to get my equipment and expand the energy. You'll be back and have your privacy again."
"Wait." She said. "Is this true?" I experienced a feeling that this was no good.
"Yes, I am afraid so." Why am I still talking to her? "I truly apologize for the inconvenience ma'am. This could be dangerous; I will call and get this fixed as soon as possible." I grabbed my phone calling Frannie; however, she did not pick up the phone. I sighed, calling the office and Mark answered. "Hey Mark, is Agent Fabray."
"Hello, Miss. How may I help you?" I need to think fast, what I could say. Frannie must have connected the condenser to charge by now and I need to acquire it so I can close the portal.
"Um- I need to calibrate my watch with the condenser. Can you assign me to one? I can pick it up in an hour." I could hear him typing on the computer. I hope this works.
"Sure, no problem."
"Okay, thanks." I sigh in relief and hang up.
"So this is real?" The woman said close to me and I leaped. Her voice was right behind me. I did not know if I could keep talking to her. I will be violating more codes. "Are you there?" She asked again and I took a deep breath. I only need to get the condenser, release the energy and that it. "I know you are here."
"I am not permitted to speak with time zoners."
"That's how you call us?"
"Yes."
"Pathetic." She said sarcastically. "Now that you are interrupting my peace and practically standing in my living room, may I ask you something?"
"I am not allowed to-"
"You have said enough, Agent. Simply answer one question, okay?" I rub my forehead responding with a yes. "Do you live here? In the future?"
"Yes, this is my place."
"When did you move?"
"I can't give any information that might have an effect on your future. It's illegal for me to –"
"Would you quit being a professional and answer me? I don't see the time police here." I shook my head; certainly, she was a lovely person.
I stand still in the empty loft, phone in hand, and blanket pooling on the floor next to me. There's nothing dissimilar in the outsized area. The merge is only occurring within her presence. I glance forward to the kitchen, examining any possible alteration in the space. Every artifact was where it belongs. Nothing was different. My loft was as I always remembered. My eyes traveled once again to the circles on the floor, the size increased by an inch causing her voice to be loud and clean.
"Look, I've stressed myself for months. Thinking of a proper way to sell the loft. It's not easy once you need to get the right person who will assist you through the procedure. I cannot sleep; I cannot make out anything else but think if all I am doing is starting to compensate off. Now you appeared out of nowhere, allegedly implying that you live here, in the future. How can I forget this? I just-"
She stopped talking. My eyes set on silver circles on the base. She moved back and I heard her mumbling something then laughing.
"Thank you." I did not know what to say. "You sure you live here, right? Loft 216?" She asked and I could not help but chuckle. What was up with this girl?
"Yes, I live here. Moved four months ago."
She sighed; however, her sigh wasn't expressing tiredness, or any negative response. Her sigh was pure relief. "Well, I will not cut you." I laughed. "This is weird. I've stressed and thinking that this whole process of selling the loft was worth it and not a complete wasteland of my valued time. I couldn't be with the uncertainly, what if no one actually wanted to buy the loft in time? Now that the pressure in my head is non –existing, there is nothing else for me to think about. Fuck, it feels good."
"In reality, I didn't buy the loft. My company did."
"I simply don't care who bought it." She states in between giggles. "Nothing else matters."
I smiled at my empty loft. The silver rings were growing with every conversation with the stranger woman. The energy was flowing about her, as if she was exhausting her own felicity and the energy was receiving her positivism. The spheres slowly move in the direction to the sofa. I heard the cushions adjusting at her weigh and I followed the circles sitting in front of them on the coffee table. She was two feet away from me.
"Hey, you there?" She said.
"Yes, I'm here."
"What year is it?" I scrunch my nose, thinking if I should respond. "Come on. I am not asking you for the lottery number."
I shook my head and smiled. "It's December 26, 2018."
"Whoa, so just a year ahead. You said four months ago. That means I will sell it soon. When I say soon I mean in a few months." She laughed softly. "Did your company buy it furnished?"
"Yes."
"Really?" Her voice playfully. "So you are slumbering in my bed and using my stuff?"
I arched my brow in curiosity. "They are mine now." I said, folding my arm as if she was in front of me. I quickly noted what I did and unfold them.
"Of course, and I am glad they are with you and not with an irrational man."
We both laughed for a moment. What was I doing here? Laughing at my empty couch. Noting how the silver circles dance under her. Talking with a time zoner.
"Nice to meet you. My name is Santana and I'm from the past." She said nonchalantly and I couldn't help but grin.
"Hello, I'm Quinn."
"From the future?" She demands.
"From the future." I repeat and she giggles.
"I would shake hands with you, but I don't even know where you are."
"Don't worry."
"Well, Stranger, it was a nice visit. Thanks again for, you know. Letting me know about all these impossible and mysterious matters. I won't report any of this with your boss."
"Thank you, I guess." I said, looking at my empty couch. Why I was smiling? "Um, well. I need to go to the office and get the equipment to close the portal. Nice meeting you, Santana." I said, standing from the coffee table and walking to lay my jacket and scarf along.
"Thanks for this stress relieve, Q." I stopped on my tracks, hand in the door and look back to the empty loft. I saw how the circles left the couch and made their way over to the kitchen. I took a deep breath at how comfortable I felt with her presence. Weird.
"Glad I could help you." I close the door and left.
I was back with the condenser in hand. My free hand opened the entryway. I inspected the loft, nothing was different and my watch was not buzzing. I placed the machine on the floor, directing myself to the kitchen. I could not see the silver circles. My device was not directing me to any energy source.
"Santana?" I call her walking around my loft.
She did not respond. There is literally nothing in here. I removed my watch, placing it on my dresser. Maybe the energy dissipates itself. I removed my jacket and scarf placing it on the bed. I walked to the bathroom, turning on the shower and waiting for the warm water to appear. I removed my clothes, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I slowly caress my locks, fixing my short hair in a messy bun. My stomach squirmed in hunger, so I sent myself back to the room and pick up my phone to call the Chinese eating place from across the street, and set up a delivery. It was the perfect timing; the food would be ready by the time I come out of the shower.
The accumulated steam on the mirror, indicated to me the water was at the proper temperature. I slid my hand through the steamed mirror and jump in the shower. It was not a bad day after all. I move my neck, allowing the warm water refresh my body. My muscles were warm leaving me comfortable and refreshing. I smiled, this morning I thought I was going to face a hell of a day; however, a portal opens and it was nice to feel I could help someone get out of her stress... I guess. Even though I broke like twenty codes. It was harmless, right. There is no sign of accumulated energy dancing through the loft. The energy dissipated and with any luck, I will not know anything about her again. It was a safe process.
A few more minutes under the warm water, I startled out. The delivery person could be here any moment now. I walked out of the restroom wrapped in a towel. Immediately, a sturdy smell of food hit my nose. I groaned at how delicious the smell was. I cannot decipher the origin of it; probably Mrs. Susan was baking something delicious. I smelled the air, rubbing my stomach. I am officially starving now.
I heard a rap on the doorway and hollered at the delivery person while I end up dressing myself. Once ready, I paid and walked back in the direction to the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks; the smell of food was stronger, as if it was coming from my kitchen. I smelled the bag in my hands, determining if the smell was emanating from the paper bag. However, the smell wasn't hoarded in paper; it was all over the area. It was pure and strong.
I continued walking to the kitchen, when I heard a female voice. The stranger was singing.
Your love is bright as ever
Even in the shadows.
I stopped there looking at my empty kitchen with a smile on my face. I found silver circles in front of the stove. I grinned, filling my lungs with the delicious smell. Santana was cooking.
Baby kiss me, before they turn the lights out.
I noticed how the circles sway to the left and then to the right, and this brought a leer on my face.
Your heart is glowing
And I'm crashing into you
Baby kiss me, before they turn the lights outs
Before they turn the lights out
"You sing beautifully." I said and she screamed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you."
"It's okay. I forgot you could be there, stalker." She said chuckling.
"Not stalking. You are the one who is invading my place with delicious smells and a beautiful voice."
"Thank you." She said after a few seconds. "It's nothing. Sorry, did you get the thing?"
"Yes, I can close it after I eat something if you don't mind. I'm starving, and let me say whatever you are cooking; it's not helping with my hunger."
"What can I say? I'm a great cook."
I laughed. "Cocky much?"
"You'll get used to it, Q." I looked at the empty stove smiling.
"Do you mind if I eat at my table?" I said, placing the bag on the table.
"Nope, do you mind if I eat at my table?" I laughed, noticing her silver circles moving toward the table. The circles stopped just in front of me and I study what was happening next. Can she merge in my time if she gets too close?
"I like your laugh." She says and I lift my head, awaiting at my empty front. "You sound cute."
"Oh, you are charming as well. How do you know that?"
"I just know." I shook my head and I could hear her plates over the table, then the sound of the chair dragging on the wooden floor. The chair in front of me didn't move and everything felt weird for a second.
The silence was comfortable and I started to gather my food out the bag. "So, Santana, what you cook?"
"Steamed broccoli with cheese and steak. What about you?"
"Broccoli chicken from the Chinese place across the street."
"Really? Oh my God, that's my favorite place. Ever."
"Really?"
"Yeah, there are a few things I will miss from this place. That small Chinese place and Mrs. Susan." I laughed at the similarity. Those are one of the best things about living in this building, and the view in the morning of course. "Love the view too." She said and laughed.
"What's funny?"
"Nothing. I agree with everything you said. The view is beautiful indeed."
"Do you sleep with the curtains close?" She said from across the table.
"Yes, the light bothers me a little. But I open them early in the morning to admire the beautiful view."
"I never close them. Try it one day, even the dark night will amaze you."
"Okay."
"Of course there are a few things I don't like about this place. Like that freaking parking spot that I deserve but never get." I chuckled.
"Or waiting for the water to heat." I said after I end up chewing my food.
"The water." She expressed joy. "How could I forget the water?"
We laughed together.
"Is this weird for you?" She stated.
"I would be lying if I said no, but it's comfortable."
"I get what you are trying to say, Q." She replies.
"You are calling me Q now. Should I call you S?"
"If you want to."
We finish eating. We spoke about work, and silly stuffs. I learned she is an aspiring singer, but not a Broadway one. That her family lives in Ohio, that she likes bread sticks and she used to be a cheerleader. After we finished eating, the energy disappeared once again. Losing any communication with her.
A few hours passed. I put down in my bed, counting at the ceiling with the closed curtains and dim room. I smiled to myself wrapping my body in warm sheets. Today it was nice. Speaking with Santana felt normal, felt right. I don't recall feeling that comfortable with someone, besides my sister. It felt so good to speak to somebody else.
On the spur of the moment, a drawer slammed closed in the room. I jumped abruptly and sat on the bed. A few drawers opened once again and I stared at my dresser.
"S?"
"Shit, you scared me." She says.
"I scared you? You are slamming drawers when I'm trying to sleep."
"Hey, you are the one who hasn't closed the portal, Missy." She laughed. "I'm not complaining, I enjoy your voice."
"That was creepy." I said chuckling.
"You think that is creepy? We have talked to the air for a few hours now. We are alone in our lofts. What do you think people will think if they see us talking to no one? Yeah, I'm the creepy one." Her voice clearly dripping with sarcasm.
"I would throw you with a pillow if I could, Santana. I don't appreciate your sarcasm." I said mocking her voice.
"It's not sarcasm, just facts."
Her laugh became stronger and nearer to me. "Where are you?" I said, shifting in the bed.
"Now?"
"Mmhum."
"Resting in bed." I quickly rose, taking hold of my phone and turning the light on. I scanned my phone on the bed sheets, I could see small circles on the mattress. She was next to me, and I didn't know why I was nervous. "Where are you?"
"Right next to you."
"Oh, really. It's been a while since I had a girl in bed with me. Wanky."
I laughed. "I can second that."
"Really? Never though of you being gay?"
"Super gay."
"How gay?" She asked laughing.
I chuckled. "Just normal, I guess."
"You don't sound gay."
"I dint know there was a way to sound, Santana."
"Don't mind me. I just think you have a sexy voice. A sexy straight voice."
"Nowadays you can differentiate voices as well?"
"My gaydar is accurate. I have to admit it didn't work with you. However, I haven't seen you so that's invalid."
"I'm normal. I guess if you look at me, you wouldn't be able to tell I like girls."
"So you are a lipstick lesbian." I laughed. "Interesting."
"Why is it interesting?"
"It just is."
Conversation was fluent. She told me she has been single for a two years now and I explained how horrible my date was with my co –worker, she was amused.
"And after all that, she wanted to kiss me goodnight." I said.
"Did you kiss her?"
"Nope."
"Good, I would've woo you differently." I smiled. "She just lacks of charm."
"And you don't?"
"I'm covered in charm." She laughed, followed by a yawn. I turned to look at the clock next to me. It reads twelve –thirty. "Oh shit, sorry. I'm rambling. You work early tomorrow and I have to get up and meet with my realtor."
"It's okay. I had fun." I said yawning.
"Thank you, Q. Thanks for everything."
"I didn't do anything."
"Yeah, you didn't close the portal. I haven't had fun in a while."
I smiled. "No problems, I can close the portal later."
"Sure you can." I looked at the dark ceiling. Do I want to close the portal? "Well, stranger, have yourself a lovely day tomorrow."
"Thanks, you as well."
"Oh, and…" She said after a few minutes. "The merge will happen again? Will I be able to talk with you again?" I smiled, I could feel my cheeks warm.
"There is a possibility; it all depends on the energy."
"Okay, then. I'll see you tomorrow." She laughed. "Well, not see, hear you? I'll hear you tomorrow? That's just plain stupid." She laughed louder. "Okay, that's my call, I need to sleep. Night, Q."
I giggled at how adorable she was. "Night, S."
What was I doing? I closed my eyes and with a smug grin on my face I fall asleep.
A bright light gets into my room, waking me up. The curtains were rolled already. I notice silver circles on the wall and some on the floor. I stretch my torso, rubbing the sleep out my eyes. Santana must have left the curtains open this morning and her place merged with mine. I directed myself to the restroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Today it was a slow day; I don't have to wake up early at five in the morning. It was eight something, however, waking up late means, getting home late.
Once I was almost ready. I walked to the kitchen. I cannot detect any silver circle there. I checked my watch, but nothing clicked. The energy wasn't strong enough. I grabbed my laptop from my desk and place it on the kitchen table. I needed to check on my emails and verify everything was ready for me to start working.
Once the computer was loading, I grabbed a bowl, the cereal and milk and sat on the table. I checked my watch again. Why am I looking if there is any energy left from last night? Do I want to hear her? It felt so good last night, having a normal conversation with someone who gets you. I sighed, what I was going to do? I certainly needed to shut down the portal before I get in trouble.
I shook my head, taking a spoonful of cereal and eating. Stop thinking about her. This is no good. You need to close this merge, Quinn. You'll get in trouble. Ugh, this was going to give me a headache. I kept eating when I heard steps on the wooden floor.
I kept looking at my bowl, focusing on where the sound was coming. I couldn't see any circles and my watch didn't click. You are imaging things now, Quinn.
"What in the hell? Where is the milk?" I heard Santana's voice strong and clear. I raised my head and the spoon fell from my hand, hitting the crystal bowl. This alarmed Santana and she turns abruptly facing me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
Her hair was beautiful, her eyes a stunning dark brown. I took a deep breath while I admire the stranger in my kitchen. Her plump lips look so soft and inviting. Her big white shouldered shirt exposed beautiful tan skin and I got lost for a few minutes on her stunning posture.
"Whoa." She whispered, taking a deep breath. I could feel her eyes scanning every inch of my face. "You are stunning."
A/N: They saw each other! Thank you. Tomorrow day two continues: Comfort/Fluff