This is a new story, I haven't forgotten about my other story. I will be completing that within the next few weeks. I hope you like this story, as I have been planning this for some time.
Prologue – 'How we became about'
5th May 2014
Santana rushed out of her Politics class; holding her books tightly; as she fumbled with her bag, watching her time. She mumbled a fuck as she realised she was late once again. Pushing the door open, to the Starbucks on the other side of campus. Walking over to the corner table, she smirked at the familiar blonde hair and dumped her stuff down.
"I'm so sorry. My class got out late." Santana mumbled while pulling her jacket off
"It's fine... I'm here for a few days anyway; not like I'm not used to your laziness."
Santana looked up, meeting the clearest blue she had ever saw; she smiled at the playfully glint which sparkled; she leaned over and took Brittany's cup, sipping it lightly; she hummed in approval.
"And who taught you to like black coffee?"
"You did." Brittany rolled her eyes, and took her coffee back, "So how are you?"
Santana bit her bottom lip; knowing Brittany meant since they had broken up; it was a mutual decision, but it still hurts, breaking up with the girl you had shared everything with; well nearly everything. The only person you had ever been in love with wasn't yours anymore; and you weren't hers. She knew Brittany would be okay; she was much stronger than everyone gave her credit for; and Santana on the other hand, she had struggled hard in college. She had learned that she wasn't as social as she deemed herself in high school.
"It's so hard." Santana croaked out, her eyes cloudy with unshed tears; Brittany immediately wrapped her arms around Santana, rubbing her back in a soothing manner; "I hate it, Britt."
Santana pulled away, wiping her eyes roughly with her sleeve; Brittany squeezed her hand affectionately.
"Can I do anything to help?" Brittany offered, carefully cleaning Santana's eyes with a tissue, avoiding smudging her mascara anymore, "San, you're a great person. Everyone would be so lucky to have you in their life. I wouldn't lie."
"You have to lie, Britt. I'm your best friend." Santana mumbled, looking down at her lap; Brittany laughed
"Exactly, you're my best friend... you have been for like 12 years." Brittany squeezed Santana's knee, earning a small smile, "Why is so hard?"
"Everyone hates me... I'm a freak here." Brittany shook her head, stroking her fingers through Santana's hair, she scratched from the front of her scalp to her nape; in a familiar action used to comfort her.
"You're not a freak. Trust me; you're so hot San... and you're such a nice person; you just... you're just hard to get to know... It took me a long time to get to know you; and I adore the person I found inside."
Santana laughed; she threw her arms around Brittany's waist, kissing her cheek softly, mumbling a thank you; as Brittany rubbed her hand delicately against her lower back.
"What about you? College?" Santana asked, anything to get the attention of her, and on to Brittany; who smiled brightly, and knowingly of Santana's plan.
"It's so great... I met Rachel the other week, you know... her and Kurt live together."
Santana scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Trust Berry, I guess."
"She's really nice actually; she's kinda hot."
Santana grimaced, and slapped Brittany's thigh lightly; "Britt, you're making me feel sick."
"She is... Do you wanna come out tonight? We're going to that new club..." Brittany smiled hopeful that Santana would agree, even though they weren't girlfriends anymore; she still respected Santana enough; and worried about her constantly; she knew college had been a hard deal for Santana, after she moved from California, to New York; transferring to NYU at the start of her second year; now nearly the end of her second year; and she was still much the same outsider from nearly a year ago.
"I have nothing better to do." Santana mumbled, gathering the idea that tonight was going to end bad no matter what she said; Brittany squealed in excitement, already planning the night ahead; "Britt, don't go crazy tonight. I'd much rather hang out with you; considering you're leaving in a few days."
"Oh San. I'm here for a few days, now's the time to get crazy. Besides, it's not like you'll remember tomorrow anyway."
Santana groaned, covering her face with her hands; as Brittany smirked slyly; finishing her coffee; she helped Santana carry her books back to her dorm room; Santana stopped Brittany before they opened the door.
"I kinda forgot to tell you that... My roommate... is Alex." Santana's teeth now scraping along her bottom lip; surprisingly Brittany just nodded, and pulled on the handle, opening the door; Santana shook her head and walked inside; walking immediately over towards her bed; she dumped her stuff on it.
"Hey, you're back.." Alex murmured, walking out of the bathroom, towel drying her hair; she stopped when she saw Brittany standing by the wall, looking at Santana's wall of a few pictures; "You brought a pet back, Lopez?"
Brittany spun round, until she met Alex, "Hi."
"Hey, I'm Alex..."
"She's Britt... You know my best friend... I told you she was coming." Santana said, Alex nodded and smiled but sitting on Santana's bed, still drying her hair; "Britt, go pick me out something to wear."
Brittany smiled and bounced off towards Santana's wardrobe; Santana was putting her books away, when she felt Alex's hand on her wrist, tugging her to sit.
"Isn't Brittany the name of your ex-girlfriend?"
"And best friend... Alex, I told you this about a billion times." Santana stressed, putting her books back, "You never listen to anything I say." Santana added in a mutter; not noticing Alex stifle a laugh
"Because you normally over talk after we fuck. No my fault your mouth only useful for one thing." Alex joked, Santana rolled her eyes too used to Alex's somewhat unfunny humour; "Kidding, chill. Lopez... Don't get your panties in a bunch."
Brittany walked over with a black dress; she passed it to Santana who smiled.
"It'll look gorgeous on you." Brittany murmured, while looking over at Alex who was checking her nails out; as if it was more entertaining; "I've texted Rach... and we can meet them at 9."
"Sounds good... We can go to your hotel; and finish getting ready. You need to grab your dress."
"Okay." Brittany smiled, realising Santana looked uncomfortable; she looked from Santana to Alex; and like a light bulb, she then realised Alex was Santana's roommate, "Oh my god... You're sleeping with her?"
Alex's jaw dropped; Santana went bright red; as Brittany grimaced with the mental image.
"Britt!" Santana muttered, before looking at Alex who was shocked Brittany said it; "I'm sorry... She wasn't supposed to tell anyone."
Alex nodded, and smiled politely; "Whatever."
Santana shook her head, as Alex walked over to her bed, and lied down; "Come on, Britt. We can go now." said Santana, grabbing her dress, and shoes; she immediately walked to the door; and Brittany followed; they went back to Brittany's hotel room.
Santana and Brittany arrived at the club at around half 9; they met Rachel and Kurt; and Santana instantly saw Quinn Fabray, in the flesh; she was dancing alone. She looked good. emphasise on the good. Santana couldn't believe she actually felt something for someone; and it was Quinn. It was wrong; but she looked so right. Santana muttered something about Quinn, and dance; before leaving Brittany; and walked directly towards Quinn; who hadn't noticed her.
"Hi." Santana murmured behind Quinn's ear; making her quickly turn round to see who it was; Quinn's eyes soften immediately; and she offered a small smile; before tugging Santana by her arm closer.
"Hey Santana." Quinn whispered, directly to her ear; making sure the loud music didn't drown it out; Santana smiled to herself; letting her hands guild Quinn's hips to the beat; "I haven't seen you in a while."
"The same could be said for you... Wanna talk?" Santana asked hopefully; she needed to talk to Quinn, she needed to see her again; and again... and hopefully forever.
"Aren't we doing that?" Quinn quipped
"You know what I meant." Santana said; before pulling away slightly; to see her expression; Quinn's eyes were fading, almost closing; as she worked herself to the beat.
"You look miserable." Quinn murmured, opening her eyes fully to meet curious chocolate; she smirked; "You are, aren't you?"
"It's not funny." Santana remarked; turning to storm off; Quinn stopped her; gripping her wrist tightly
"No, Santana. I didn't mean it like that... I just... I am too, okay? I hate... life. It sucks..." Quinn spoke honestly; "I miss high school; although that sucked too... but hey! At least, I wasn't mugged or bullied... I don't get why...-"
Quinn stopped, noticing the concern in Santana's eyes; she just couldn't continue; she just smiled; and suggested a drink; Santana followed her to the bar.
"I know what you mean. Life does suck... who would have thought we would hate college; after practically ruling high school? No one cares that I graduate third in my class; no one cares I can speak 3 languages fluently; no one cares I was captain of William McKinley Cheerios... I haven't told anyone this... but I didn't leave California for myself; I left because they forced me out." Santana just let the words flow from her mouth; she didn't even realise she was speaking so decently; "I couldn't take one more day where I had to clean 'Dyke' from my dorm room door... My phone fell out of my bag, Britt and me were my screen saver in the orientation... and the bullying started."
Santana looked at Quinn, and saw tears in her hazel eyes; Quinn looked away, and sniffled softly.
"Once we broke up... I guess, the bullying was... for nothing. I transferred to NYU... and everyone still hates me... only now I have no one to call to escape it." Santana said softly; "Anyway... You look... nice. I guess I haven't seen you since graduation... The Party Mike threw."
"Yeah... that was last time... for all of you; except Rachel." Quinn replied; sipping her Cosmopolitan slowly, "I have missed everyone..."
"No you haven't." Santana muttered
"Yes, I have." said Quinn, "You, Britt... we did everything together... Then things got fucked up... with Beth, and you coming out. We just didn't need each other; you needed Britt."
"Who did you need?"
"I don't know." Quinn sipped her drink, glancing a look at Santana, who was staring over at the table, where their friends were; "What happened with you and Britt?"
Santana laughed humourlessly, "Can't we save that kind of ordeal for another time? I'm so messed us, Quinn." Quinn nodded, and sipped the rest of drink, ordering another one; Santana swallowed softly; "Are you busy tomorrow?"
Quinn smiled coyly; she nodded faintly; "We can go for coffee if you want... I'd love to catch up; now we're both in New York."
Santana nodded, slightly gnawing against the inside of her cheek; she looked down and met Quinn's hand on top of her; their eyes met instantly. The connection of skin on skin; it warmed Santana; she had missed the feeling of safety; which surprisingly she felt with Quinn.
"You look beautiful." Quinn murmured affectionately; her eyes slowly running down Santana's outline; normally it would make her feel self-conscious; but Santana smiled at Quinn; and leaned forward, brushing Quinn's hair from her ear.
"I knew you were a pressed lemon." Santana whispered, hearing Quinn laugh breathlessly; she turned and their lips connected lightly; their eyes instantly closing; Quinn parted her lips; letting Santana's tongue drag against her bottom lip, before slipping inside, Quinn smiled into the kiss; and she gripped Santana's neck, tugging her closer. The kiss symbolising everything; that they wouldn't suffer alone; that they were there for each other. Santana pulled back, and Quinn opened her eyes; both of them wearing matching smiles, as they felt the so called fireworks. Nothing needed saying, they knew things between them wasn't normal, not anymore. They both needed someone; they could depend on each other.
"Flash forward and we're taking on the world together..."
