Coincidence or Fate?
Authors Note(I don't own any of the Glee characters) This just came to me, so I'm gonna run with it. I'm only posting the first chapter now so I can get your opinion if I should continue or not. When I'm finished with one of my other stories, then I'll continue updating this. So, please let me know what you think. Thank you :-)
Chapter One
Santana Lopez waits anxiously in her car, her thumbs hitting the steering wheel and trying to listen to the radio to distract her, but her mind can't stop thinking about her destination, Lima Hospital. It seems like forever ago when she was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer, but really it's been months.
When the symptoms first started, she didn't think anything was wrong. Since she worked out a lot, it was normal to lose weight, then she had difficulty eating. She just got full a lot faster than usual. Then her menstrual cycle was off, she got pain in her lower stomach, and she got nauseous and vomited, that's when she knew something wasn't right.
With her mother's prayers she went to her doctor, and like everyone else who is diagnosed with it, cancer was the last thing on her mind. Santana was terrified but then the doctor explained they found it early. It's rare with the particular cancer, but it happens. Both the doctor and Santana decided surgery was her best bet. The only downfall to that is, she could never have children, not without her uterus.
Santana is from a big family, and ever since she was a little girl she wanted one of her own. Her parents of course wanted grandchildren, and even when Santana told them she was gay senior year of high school, they didn't blink an eye. They told her she's still their daughter and they love her. Their only concern was how their dream of being grandparents was going to happen.
Maribel; Santana's mother, took it upon herself to do some research and passed it along to Santana, much to her amusement. Her father; Dante, liked all the options available and even told his daughter if he had to, he would pay for her treatments. The day she told her parents about the surgery to remove her uterus, they were of course disappointed, but they still support her, and Santana couldn't be more grateful.
Finally as the traffic begins to move, Santana can finally pass the people in front of her and get to her appointment on time. The surgery was a success, but now her doctor wants to do some blood work as a precaution, and she's anxious.
Lucy Quinn Fabray, or Quinn as she prefers, is running around her small apartment trying to not be late for her six year old daughter Beth's appointment at the hospital. She had to stay a little longer at work, making her late picking Beth up from school, which is also making them late to the appointment. A few weeks ago, Beth fell off the jungle gym at the park while a babysitter watched her, breaking her left arm, and today she's getting her purple cast removed.
They would have went straight to the hospital from the school, but at second thought, Quinn didn't want to go in her waitress uniform, then she realized she smelled like the restaurant and took a shower. So, it's no one's fault but her own if they're late. Quinn quickly does her hair and rushes out of the bathroom.
"Ok, TV off, we have to go, we're gonna be late." She says rushing to the door and putting on her shoes.
Beth does as she's told and also rushes to get her shoes on. Quinn grabs her purse she dropped by the door earlier, and her keys from the hook before they run out to the car.
Luck isn't on their side, though, the traffic is horrible and it's just the topping to the cake. Quinn groans, cursing in her head at the rush hour. Lima is a small town but when four o'clock hits, it's the same as any other town, a lot of traffic, a lot of horrible drivers, and road rage. When traffic finally moves, Quinn looks at the radio clock and breaths a sigh of relief, somehow they still have some time left.
Arriving at the hospital, Quinn almost does a fist pump in victory. Finding an empty parking space wasn't easy, though, it frustrates her, but Beth spots one out. She quickly drives in before someone else snatches it away from her. Quinn turns the car off then gets out before opening the door for Beth, and helping her out of her car seat.
"We have to walk quickly, sweetie."
Beth holds her mother's hand as they rush inside the building. Quinn gives the receptionist a friendly smile as they approach. "Beth Fabray has an appointment to get her cast removed."
The older woman smiles in return then looks at the appointment list on the computer. "The west wing of the hospital is getting remodeled so we had to move some of the patients and the doctor's office. Take the first elevator on the left up to the fourth floor. Dr. Mason's exam room is the third on the right, there should be a sign, so you shouldn't miss it."
Quinn nods. "Thank you."
She follows the woman's instructions to the elevator. A short brunette woman with a big nose, and a man dressed very fashionably, is already inside. Eyeing the strangers, Beth stays close to her mother.
Santana remains anxious as she parks in the hospital parking lot, and walking inside the building. It also doesn't help that the receptionist redirects her to the other end of the hospital due to remodeling, throwing her off her routine.
By now she knows the west wing of the hospital like the back of her hand, she doesn't like having to risk getting lost. Luckily for her it was easier to find than she thought, but unfortunately as she approaches it, the doors start to close. It's not a big deal, more of a hassle. She doesn't want to be late.
"Hold the doors, please." A blonde woman with her daughter holds the door open for her, she smiles in appreciation. "Thank you."
The blonde smiles in return. "You're welcome."
Santana looks down at the little blonde next to the woman and winks, making her blush and hide her face in her mother's hip, making Santana chuckle. She turns to press her floor but sees someone has pressed it already.
As the elevator starts to move, its passengers have to endure the horrible music that goes along with it, including the awkward silence between strangers. Santana watches as it hits the first two floors, but before it gets to the third, the elevator's lights flicker before it stops completely.
"You have got to be kidding me." The man behind her says.
"This is my worst fear come true." Says the shorter brunette, obviously scared.
"Mommy, why did it stop?" The little girl asks.
Santana looks for an emergency button and finds a small red one at the bottom of the panel. She presses it a few times until a voice booms through the speaker.
"The remodeling has put a short in some of the wires, sorry about that. We'll have it fixed as fast as we can, just sit tight." The man tells them.
Santana groans, the man behind her scoffs, and the shorter brunette pushes past Santana, earning a glare from the Latina, to hit the button again.
"No, I can't wait. I have a fear of being stuck in elevators and I'm claustrophobic. You fix this fast, understood?" She waits a few seconds for response but doesn't receive one. She huffs and walks back over to her friend.
"Well, at least we don't have to listen to that music anymore." Santana says, trying to lighten the mood.
The man and his friend aren't amused, though, but the blonde cracks a smile. Getting a better look at the woman, Santana can't help but take note how beautiful she is. From her long blonde hair, to her hazel eyes, she's so gorgeous, she can be a model. Being in such a confined space, Santana thinks of an excuse to talk to the girl and get to know her better.
"Since we have no idea how long we're going to be in here, we might as well get to know each other a little." She suggests. "I don't know about any of you but, I don't want to sit here in an awkward silence."
The man and his brunette friend seem hesitant, but the blonde holds out her hand with a friendly smile. "I'm Quinn, and this is my daughter Beth."
Santana smiles in return, shaking her hand. She feels a tingle run up her arm as she does, unbeknownst to her, Quinn is feeling the same. "Santana."
Quinn rubs Beth's back, encouraging her to speak up. "Don't be rude, sweetie, say hi."
"Hi." She says in just above a whisper.
"Sorry, she's shy."
Santana waves her off. "That's ok. I was the same way when I was her age."
The man standing next to the shorter brunette holds up his hand, getting their attention. "I'm Kurt, this is my friend Rachel. Sorry about her dramatics, she'll do that until we get out of here, unfortunately." He apologizes.
Rachel huffs. "I can't help it, it's already getting hard for me to breath in here."
Kurt rolls his eyes and has Rachel stand in the corner. "Just stay in your own space, and you'll be fine."
He steps away from her, putting a good distance between them. "So, what are we all here for?" He asks with a laugh at his own joke. Rachel glares at him and hits his arm. He rubs the area, looking at her confused. "What?" She just huffs, rolling her eyes.
"It's no secret why we're here." Quinn says. "Beth is getting her cast removed."
Santana smiles down at the little girl. "I bet you're happy."
She nods. "It's itchy." She says in a small voice, still not comfortable around the strangers yet. "And my arm is smelly."
Santana chuckles then crouches in front of her. "Is it itchy now?" She nods. Santana pulls out a pen from her purse then slides the tip in the gap of her cast to scratch it. "Better?"
She nods again. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." She pulls the pen out and holds it up. "You can keep that incase it gets itchy again."
Beth smiles shyly taking it from her. Santana stands up straight and Quinn smiles in appreciation. "Thank you, I didn't even think of that."
She shrugs. "Sure, I'm glad to help." They smile at each other, the tension between them is obvious, espically to Kurt. He grins, amused.
"What are you here for?" He asks Santana.
She turns with a shrug. "Nothing as exciting as getting a cast removed. What about you?"
"Moral support, for her."
Rachel glares at him again. "Kurt." She scolds.
"What? It's fine, Rachel. You don't have to be ashamed."
She huffs. "I just don't want to announce it in an elevator full of strangers."
He rolls his eyes. "One of the strangers is a mother." He points out. "Maybe if you need it, she can give you some tips."
"Kurt." She scolds again.
Santana shakes her head, looking down at her feet. Of course someone who doesn't even seem to want a child might be pregnant. She can't help but feel envious and jealous at the same time. Quinn notices her sudden change in her body language and frowns, curious what caused it. Beth pulling on her arm, disrupts her thoughts before she can even think of what it could have been.
"Mommy, I have to pee." She whines.
"Honey, there's nothing I can do about that. Just sit down with me, maybe that'll help." She suggests. They both sit down, then lean against the wall. Santana decides to do the same, not wanting to stay on her feet too long. Kurt and Rachel remain standing.
"This is boring." Beth whines again. Quinn reaches into her purse to try and find something then curses under her breath.
"What's wrong?" Santana asks.
"I left my phone in the car." Beth pouts up at her mother. Santana reaches into her own bag then holds out her iPhone for Beth to take.
"Are you sure you want to give a six year old your phone?"
She nods. "I'm sure she knows how to use it. It's ok, sweetie, take it." She encourages. "I have some games on there I think you'll like."
Beth looks at Quinn for permission, she nods, then the little blonde shyly takes the phone. "Thank you." She says a little louder this time. Santana winks, making her blush again.
"Do you have any kids?" Kurt asks, surprising her.
She flashes a weak smile. "No."
"Oh, it's just, you're so good with her, I just assumed. Sorry."
She shrugs. "It's ok. I just love kids."
Rachel huffs and starts to pace. Kurt once again rolls his eyes at his friend's antics. "It's already been fifteen minutes, they're taking too long."
"Rachel, just stay in your corner. If you have to, close your eyes and imagine you're running in the field in the musical The Sound of Music."
She huffs again, returning to her corner. The elevator lights flicker again, and it bounces a little but doesn't move any further. The man's voice echoes through the speaker again.
"This is going to take us longer than we thought, sorry, folks."
Rachel groans, sliding down the wall. "I can't believe this is happening. This is the worst day of my life."
Santana has to disagree with that. If she could ever have the privilege of taking a pregnancy test, it would be the best day of her life.
Again, Kurt rolls his eyes then takes his phone out of his pocket. "I better call Sebastian. We were supposed to go out on a lunch date, but it looks like that's not gonna happen now." Mentioning he has to call someone, Quinn curses under her breath again.
"Need to call someone?" Santana asks.
She sighs. "Her father. He has her on the weekends, today I'm supposed to drop her off after the appointment." She explains.
Santana nods. "Well, if that little cutie over there lets you borrow it for a minute, and assuming you know the number by heart, you can use my phone." She offers.
Quinn smiles in appreciation. "Thank you so much. You've been very helpful, I appreciate that."
"You're welcome." Santana smiles.
If there weren't anyone else in the elevator, or her daughter, Santana would have flirted a little, saying gorgeous blonde's are her weakness. Beth gives her mother the phone so she can call her father. Quinn dials the number, then waits for someone to answer.
"It's me, Quinn. I had to borrow someone's phone. Me and Beth are stuck in an elevator in the hospital, so I don't know what time I'll be over to drop her off." She pauses listening to the other person, then sighs.
"It's your weekend with her, Puck, she's supposed to be with you, not your mother." Another pause. "Then why does she have to spend the night with her?" She asks, raising her voice a little.
Kurt and Rachel talk amongst each other. Santana notices how bored Beth looks and gets and idea. She goes into her purse for her wallet, then pulls out a quarter. "Beth, wanna see a cool trick my Abuelo taught me?" She nods eagerly. Santana chuckles, amused by her response.
"Ok, I'm going to make this quarter disappear."
Beth gasps. "You can do that?" She asks in amazement.
Santana smiles. "Of course I can."
She shows Beth the quarter then rolls her sleeves up, secretly switching the quarter to her other hand. Then she holds up the hand she made Beth think the quarter was in, and slowly reveals it's no longer there.
Beth gasps again. "You made it disappear." Santana chuckles. "Do it again." She pleads. Santana continues to laugh.
Quinn hangs up the phone, catching Beth's demand. "Beth." She scolds. "Don't be rude, say please."
Beth gives Santana her best puppy dog eyes. "Please, Tana."
Santana smiles at the little girl's mispronunciation of her name. Quinn does too, giving the Latina her phone back.
"Thanks again."
"Sure."
Beth tugs on Santana's arm. "Please, do it again, Tana." She pleads again.
"How can I say no to that?"
Quinn chuckles, knowing exactly what she means. There are times she too can't say no to her mini-me. Santana does the trick again, amazing the little girl.
"Did you see, mommy? She made it disappear."
Quinn smiles. "I did, that's very cool."
"Can you show me how to do it?"
She nods. "Sure."
Quinn watches as Beth climbs on Santana's lap, shocked. Her daughter has always been shy, she still is around her friend Sam sometimes, and he's been around their apartment lots of times, for some reason her daughter just hasn't warmed up to him. But with Santana, it took all of twenty minutes.
Kurt sighs, looking at his watch. "Anyone else hungry?"
"Me." Rachel says.
Quinn nods. "Now that you mention it, I am. Are you hungry, sweetie?" Beth nods.
"Me too." Santana says.
"I was saving it for my lunch date with my boyfriend, but I have a hoagie in my bag. It's already cut."
Rachel narrows her eyes, confused. "Why would you have a hoagie in your bag?"
"Because I was gonna go to the park straight from here. Sebastian made most of the food, but I didn't want to go empty handed." He explains before he takes out the sandwich. He gives everyone a piece and they all sit down to eat it.
"Really, how long does it take fix an elevator?" Rachel asks no one in particular.
"Relax, you're just uptight about the results. Take your mind off it, and the time will move on a lot faster." He advises.
Thinking about her own results, Santana realizes she hasn't thought about it until now. Quinn and Beth have been a good distraction for her. She doesn't know how accurate his time theory is, though.
"I think they should be finished soon." Quinn says.
"Are you an electrician?" Rachel asks bitterly.
Santana glares at the woman. "Hey, thumbelina, I don't care how uptight you are about your results, don't take it out on her."
Rachel sighs. "I'm sorry, but you don't know the kind of pressure I'm under."
Santana closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to push the anger down she feels floating up in her stomach, and reminding herself there is a child present then opens her eyes.
"I can understand you're scared if you're pregnant, but try being in my shoes. A few months ago I was diagnosed with Ovarian Cancer. Today I'm getting blood work to make sure all of it was removed." They all look surprised, but Beth seems oblivious as she eats her part of the hoagie.
"My doctor said he caught it early, I just needed surgery, and now I can't have children. I've always wanted a big family since I was a little girl, but that was taken away from me. And even though it upsetting, I'm happy I'm alive. So, sit there and sulk, be angry, I don't care, just don't act like having a baby is the worst thing that could happen to you." She rants.
There's a short awkward silence as Kurt looks to see Rachel's reaction, the shorter brunette looks guilty. Quinn is concerned if Santana is ok. Since the Latina defended her just minutes before, she suddenly feels caring towards her.
"I-I'm sorry I-"
Santana cuts her off, shaking her head. "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have reacted like that." She glances down at Beth then looks to Quinn and mouths I'm sorry.
She waves her off. "It's fine, you didn't shout or say anything bad. Are you ok, though?"
Santana takes a deep breath and nods. "I guess, I'm still anxious, I'm sorry." She apologizes again.
"Santana, don't worry about it. Rachel can be inconsiderate of others." Kurt reassures her.
Rachel crosses her arms and looking guilty. "H-He's right, I should be the one apologizing, I'm sorry."
Santana silently nods. An awkward silence once again falls over them, but it's disrupted by the lights once again flicker, but this time the numbers above the doors start to change.
"Look, they got it to work." Kurt says pointing to the screen above the door.
Everyone stands up to get ready for the elevator to stop at their floor. It goes to the third floor first. Quinn, Beth and Santana get off the elevator. Quinn feels like she should say something.
"Are you sure you're ok?"
Santana smiles. "Yeah, I'll be fine." She reassures her, then looks down to Beth and gives her the quarter. "Good luck getting your cast off, sweetie. Don't forget to practice switching the quarter like I showed you."
"Thank you, I hope you're not sick no more."
Santana flashes a weak smile then crouches down to hug the little girl. "Me, too. Be good for your mother." She squeezes the little girl then stands up and smiles at the older blonde. "It was nice meeting you both."
Quinn smiles in return. "It was nice meeting you, too. Good luck." The blonde surprises them both by hugging the Latina.
"Thank you. Maybe we'll see each other again." Santana says into her shoulder.
Quinn nods, then realizes she still hasn't let go, and covers her embarrassment with a cough. "We better go now, we're definitely late, then I have to rush her over to her grandma's house."
Santana nods. "Me too. Well, not the dropping off part, but I do have to go." She jokes, making them both laugh.
"Bye." Quinn says taking Beth's hand.
"Bye."
Santana watches Quinn and Beth walk down the hall and into a bathroom, so Beth can pee. Then she takes a deep breath before going to the room she was instructed to go to. A nurse is already waiting for her when she walks in.
"I'm so sorry I'm late. The elevator stopped working on the second floor, we had to wait for them fix it." She explains.
The nurse waves her off. "It's fine, I've been told. I know you're not one to be late, so I asked around and the receptionist told me what was going on. I kept myself busy with other patients. Take a seat so we can get started." She instructs as she puts on a pair of latex gloves.
Santana nods then sits on the chair the nurse points out, and drops her purse next to her. The nurse rolls up her sleeves then searches for a good vain before wiping the spot with a alcoholic wipe before piercing her skin with a needle. When she's finished she holds a cotton ball against the area she drew blood from.
"How long will it take for the results?"
The nurse writes down the write information so the people in the lab know who the blood belongs to, and what they're testing for. "A week."
Santana sighs, the nurse flashes an apologetic smile. "I know, longer than you would like, but you know Dr. Walsh is, when he knows, you'll know."
Santana nods with a polite smile, but inside she's still anxious and angry. Now she has to wait seven days, it's going to be hell for her.
Dr. Mason is already waiting for them when they walk in. Beth eyes the cutting machine used to take off the cast.
"Sorry we're late." Quinn apologizes and before she can explain why, Dr. Mason saves her the trouble.
"It's fine. I was told what happened." She breathes a sigh of relief. Dr. Mason pats the exam table, smiling down at Beth.
"Hop on and we'll get started."
Quinn picks Beth up to help her on to the table, then stands by, knowing her daughter will want her to stay close. Dr. Mason grabs the machine and Beth leans closer to her mother.
"It's ok, this will cut your cast off. It won't even graze your skin, but if it'll make you feel better, mommy can hold your hand." He suggests.
Quinn holds Beth's hand. Dr. Mason turns the machine on and starts to take the cast off. Halfway Beth hides her face in Quinn's shoulder until he's finished.
"There, that wasn't that bad, was it?" She lifts her head but doesn't respond. Dr. Mason puts the machine back, then wets a washcloth and puts soap on it before washing Beth's arm.
"Now it won't be so itchy or smelly." Once he finishes washing her arm, he takes a towel and dries it off. "Better?" She silently nods.
"Thank you, doctor." Quinn says.
He smiles. "You're welcome. I recommend you be more careful on the playground next time." He suggests.
"Oh, she definitely will."
"Well, your insurance covers this, so we'll give them the bill. Have a good day."
Quinn helps Beth off the table and holds her hand. "Thank you, you too."
Walking out of the room, for some reason Quinn was hoping to run into Santana again before they left. "Ok, sweetie, we have to hurry home to pack your clothes, then I'll drop you off at grandma's house." She helps Beth into her car seat before getting in herself.
"I'm not going to Daddy's?"
Quinn sighs, she knew that was coming. "No, daddy has to work. Tomorrow you'll go to his house. Then I'll pick you up on Monday, ok?" Beth nods.
Quinn drives back to the apartment, and packs Beth's clothes for her for the weekend. Sometimes her daughter can be a handful, and when that happens she's relieved when the weekend comes, but this isn't one of those times.
Especially since Puck, Beth's father; is working over time and she has to take her daughter to his mother's house. Lauren is good with her, don't get her wrong, but Beth loves to be with her father. When her daughter is upset, so is she.
Santana leaves the hospital and goes to the apartment she shares with her friend Brittany. Since it is the weekend, neither of the women have to work. Santana is a first grade teacher, she changed her degree for a teacher's so she can work with kids. Brittany not only is a third grade teacher, but she also teaches dance every Thursday.
Walking in the decent sized apartment, Brittany is siting on the couch with her cat, watching Tv. Santana takes her shoes off at the door, then goes into the kitchen for a beer, thinking she could definitely use one.
"Hey, so, how was it? When will you get the results?"
Santana joins Brittany on the couch, flashing a weak smile. "A week."
Brittany huffs. "Really?" Santana nods, taking a long sip of her beer. "Why so long?"
She shrugs. "I don't know." She says sadly.
Brittany sighs. "Then we definitely have to keep ourselves busy." The blonde thinks out loud.
"I met a girl." Santana says, wanting to change the subject.
Brittany gasps, facing her friend. "Blonde or Brunette?"
Santana chuckles. "Blonde."
Brittany rolls her eyes, albeit with a smile. "That's not a surprise. Is she hot?"
Smiling, thinking about Quinn, she nods. "She's gorgeous, Britt."
The dancer chuckles. "Give me details, what does she look like?" She asks eagerly, like two teenagers gossiping.
"Like I said, she's blonde. Her hair is long, a little past her shoulders, she has hazel eyes, and a beautiful smile."
"Did you ask her out, or at least ask for her number?"
Santana sighs, shaking her head. "No, there's complications." She vaguely states.
Brittany narrows her eyes, confused. "Complications? Like what? She sounds perfect the way you described her. Unless she's straight, I don't see the problem."
Santana takes a moment to think about what Brittany had just said. "I actually don't know if she's straight, gay, or Bi, but I think the chances of her being gay are slim."
Brittany tilts her head, still confused. "Why?"
"She has a six year old daughter." Santana explains.
Brittany gasps. "Oh."
Santana nods, then takes another long sip of her beer. "Well, it's not a total loss cause. I know she's not with the father anymore."
Brittany raises her brows. "How can you be sure?"
She shrugs. "We were actually stuck in the elevator for a while with these two other people. She forgot her phone in her car, so I let her use mine to call him. She said he gets her on the weekends." She explains.
"Then there's still a chance she can be gay."
Santana's expression changes to confused. "How do you figure?"
Brittany shrugs. "She can be what we call a late bloomer. Or she's Bi."
Santana shrugs. "I don't know, I don't even know if I'll see her again." Santana gives Brittany her beer then stands up. "I'm gonna get in the shower. I wanna get the hospital smell off me."
Brittany drinks Santana's beer as the brunette gathers clean clothes and towels for her shower. "San, can you come with me to take Lord T to the vet? He needs his shots." She hears Santana groan. The brunette has never been a fan of the cat, she's more of a dog person.
"Are they even open on a Friday?!"
"Yea, I wouldn't go if they weren't." She hears another groan from the brunette.
"Fine!"
Quinn parks her car in front of Lauren's house with a sigh, then turns her car off and flashes Beth a weak smile in the mirror.
"Ready, sweetie?"
She nods then unbuckles her seatbelt. Quinn exits the car then grabs Beth's night bag and helps her out, then closes the door behind them. Walking towards the house, Lauren meets them on the porch, smiling, happy to see them.
"There's my beautiful grandbaby. I see you finally got your cast off." She says as they both climb up the stairs. Then Beth hugs the older woman's waist.
"Hi, Nana."
Lauren bends down to pick her up and put the little blonde on her hip. Quinn gives Lauren Beth's bag. "Thanks for watching her, I appreciate it."
"Of course, that's what grandma's are for. It's better she stays with me, anyway, now we don't have to worry about breaking another bone."
Quinn internally rolls her eyes. Lauren blames her for Beth's broken arm. She had to work overtime at the veterinary clinic, and since it was last minute, she had Sam's little sister watch her. Lauren thought it was irresponsible to have a teenager watch her, but there was no one else, she didn't have a choice.
"Right, well, I have to go to work. I'll see you Monday, sweetie. Be good for grandma and Daddy, ok?"
Beth nods then leans over for a hug and a kiss. "Love you, mommy."
Quinn smiles. "Love you too, baby."
She returns to her car and watches Lauren bring Beth inside the house before driving to work. Quinn is a veterinary assistant, but she can also groom dogs, too. The vet clinic she works at also has a dog groomers next to it. So, when she's not working there, she's grooming dogs. She's running a little late, but Friday is always a slow day.
After her shower, and after they've eaten lunch, Santana tries to help Brittany get Lord T into his cat carrier. With any other cat, it wouldn't be a problem, but Brittany's cat not only is over weight, he's the laziest cat Santana has ever encountered.
"You fat bastard, get in the damn carrier." Santana says to the cat.
Brittany glares at her friend. "San, he's sensitive about his weight."
Santana huffs, rolling her eyes. "He's taking too long, Britt. Just put some food in there, I'm sure he'll wanna go in then." She suggests. Even Lord T glares at the brunette.
Brittany sighs then gently pushes the cat inside. "There, no food needed." The blonde picks up the carrier then fetches her car keys.
Santana huffs as she picks herself up from the floor. "It's about time. I don't even know how long this place is open for." She says following Brittany out the door.
"We have time."
Brittany drives them to the clinic, but when they get there, it looks like it's already closed. Santana groans in frustration. "I thought you said they would be open."
Brittany sighs, disappointed. "They usually are."
Santana shakes her head. "The signs says closed, Britt." She points to a sign, hanging on the door.
"I see that. Let's just wait, maybe we're early."
Again, Santana huffs, crossing her arms. They wait for a few minutes until Santana has had enough. She gets out of the car, and walks toward the building, confusing Brittany.
"San, what are you doing?" She asks, grabbing the cat carrier and following the brunette. Santana is peering through the glass door, with her face up to it and her hands by her eyes.
"Maybe someone is on lunch break, and they have the sign turned out of convenience for them."
Brittany mimics Santana, also looking through the door. "I don't see anyone."
The two women are so preoccupied looking in the building, they never hear a car pull into the lot, nor do they hear footsteps approaching them.
"Can I help you?"
Both Brittany and Santana jump, turning to the person behind them with their hands over their chest. "Jesus, you scared the shit out of me." Santana says catching her breath. Then realizing who she's talking to, she smiles. "Quinn?"
The other blonde smiles in return. "Hey, Santana. What are you doing here?" She asks, eyeing Brittany and the cat carrier. Santana thinks she sees the blonde glare at Brittany, but it was only for a second, so she's not sure if she saw it at all.
"I told Brittany I would come with her to get Lord T's shots." She explains.
Quinn slowly nods, looking a little disappointed. "Oh, well, the vet isn't here on Friday's. The groomer's are only open today. I'm just late, sorry about that." She apologizes.
Brittany waves her off then holds out her hand after noticing the similar traits Santana explained at the apartment. "I'm Santana's roommate Brittany. Nice to meet you, Quinn." Santana snorts, knowing exactly what her friend is doing.
Quinn shakes her hand with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you, too." She drops her hand then gestures toward the building. "Would you like for me to groom your dog?"
Santana snorts, confusing the other blonde. "Lord T isn't a dog, he's an obese cat." She corrects.
Quinn tilts her head to look inside the carrier and her eyes bulge seeing the animal. "Wow, you weren't joking. I thought it was a small dog."
Santana chuckles while Brittany frowns, not like people talking about her cat's weight. Realizing that, Santana rubs Brittany's back. "Sorry, Britt, but it was kind of funny."
Brittany just shrugs. "I really just came to get his shots. Thanks anyway, though."
Quinn nods. "You know what? I think I can do it for you." She offers.
Brittany smiles. "Really?"
She nods. "I am her assistant, after all, I know what I'm doing, I'll just have to get the extra set of keys inside the groomer's shop. Excuse me."
Brittany and Santana step aside to let Quinn get into the building. She unlocks the door then walks behind the front desk and grabs a set of keys hanging on a cork board. She returns with the keys and locks the door behind her.
"Follow me." Quinn unlocks the door next door, then guides them to the back where the exam rooms are. "Just wait here a minute, I have to check his file to see what shots he needs first before I get them."
"Take your time." Santana reassures her.
Quinn smiles in return before walking out the other door that leads to the lab part of the clinic. Brittany takes a crumpy Lord T out of his carrier, and puts him on the exam table. Santana sits on one of the chairs across from it.
"Did you know you new hot lady friend works here?"
Santana rolls her eyes at 'hot lady friend'. "No. I only know that she has a daughter." Brittany leans against the table and pets Lord T to calm him down and smirks. Santana narrows her eyes at the look Brittany is giving her. "What?"
"This is your chance." Santana sighs. "Now you can get her number."
"I told you, Britt. There's complications."
Brittany rolls her eyes. "I know, I know, but you can still be friends, San. Which, by the way, I don't think will happen."
Santana gives her a curious expression. "What makes you say that?"
She shrugs. "She was giving me the jealous eyes, I know them when I see them. She probably thought we were together still." Santana sighs, glaring at the blonde for bringing up their past. Brittany winces. "Sorry."
Santana nods. "You have a point, though. Even if we don't date, I would love to be her friend."
Brittany smiles. "Then ask for her number." She encourages.
Before Santana could agree, Quinn walks in with Lord T's file, and two shots. "Ok, I finally have the right shots. It took me awhile to find them, sorry about that. Someone has been reorganizing and moving stuff around on us." Brittany waves her off.
Quinn puts the file down on the counter, then removes the cap on the syringes. "So, I thought we can do one after the other, just so he's not uncomfortable."
"Sounds like a plan." Brittany says.
Quinn looks closer at the cat and sighs. "I'm gonna need some help holding him, he won't like it." before Britany can open her mouth, Santana stands up to volunteer.
"I can do that."
Quinn smiles. "Thanks."
Santana nods, then holds the cat's front paws for the other blonde, while Brittany holds the back end of him. Lord T groans, glaring at Santana. "He definitely doesn't like this." The brunette notes.
"Ok, I'll try to be quick." Quinn pinches his fur up then pierces one needle in. She rubs the area quickly before putting the other in. "That was easier than I thought."
She throws the syringes into the biohazard bin along with her latex gloves, then writes something in his file. As she does, Brittany gets Santana's, and silently urging her to get Quinn's number. Santana takes a deep breath before walking over to the blonde.
"Thanks for helping my friend out."
As Brittany puts Lord T in his carrier, she rolls her eyes, overhearing Santana's pathetic way in opening the conversation to get the other blonde's number.
Quinn looks up and smiles. "You're welcome. You were a help to me all morning, it's only fair."
Santana nods. "It's weird isn't it?"
Quinn gives her a curious expression. "What is?"
She shrugs. "I've never bumped into you before, and today I run into you not only once, but twice." She points out.
Quinn takes a minute to think about that and smiles. "That is weird. But I guess it's because you don't have a pet, so you wouldn't have."
Santana slowly nods. "But you're daughter, she obviously goes to school, and I'm a elementary teacher. I've never bumped into her before today, either."
Quinn tilts her head in thought. "Maybe she goes to a different school." She guesses.
Santana shrugs. "Does she go to McKinley?" Quinn nods. "What grade?"
"She's six." Quinn reminds her. "Kindergarten."
"Oh, that's why. They're not there all day, and I teach first grade."
Quinn chuckles, putting Lord T's paper work back in his folder. "That would be it, then."
Santana nods. "You know, instead of waiting for us to bump into each other, you could give me your number, to insure we see each other again." Brittany quietly laughs, amused by the pick-up line.
Quinn continues to laugh, albeit Santana notices her blush. "That is a creative pick-up line, I'll give you that."
Santana shrugs, also blushing now. "It was worth a shot."
Still smiling, amused by the brunette, Quinn puts the folder down, then gently takes Santana's wrist. "I didn't say no, though." She points out, then she writes her number on the brunette's hand.
"Don't wait too long to call. Brittany, just meet me in the front to pay for his shots." She nods then Quinn leaves the room. When the door clicks shut, Brittany bursts out laughing.
"Really, Santana?"
The brunette scowls at her. "I got her number, didn't I?"
Still laughing, Brittany shakes her head as she picks up the cat carrier to leave. "You're lucky you're hot."
Santana huffs, rolling her eyes. "Whatever." She says, pouting.
Brittany meets Quinn at the front counter to pay. While she does, she notices they shy glances Santana and Quinn keep sending each other. It's both cute and amusing at the sametime. When they leave to go back home, Brittany continues to tease Santana until they reach the apartment.
"You're relentless." Brittany just shrugs in response.
Authors Note
Thoughts, concerns, questions? I was going to continue, and go back to Quinn's apartment so you guys can see more into her life, but I'll save that for next chapter...if there is one. Like I said I won't be updating this until I finish one of my other stories. I just need my readers' (or others who come across this) opinion if I should continue this. If I get enough requests to, then I will. If I don't, I guess I can make it into a long one-shot. We'll see, but you have to let me know what you think, thank you :-)