It was a Saturday night and Quinn Fabray was landing in New York for the second time in her life. This time she didn't really know the reason quite yet, but she'd spent the last 3 years in Europe and it was time to go back. Not to Ohio nor New Haven, that thing she knew, but she missed something more familiar so she flew back to her country.
She'd travelled around Europe since the day she dropped out of Yale as If it was just some school around the corner. No lovers, no family, no best friends, no career, basically nothing she'd regret living behind. She also didn't regret making this decision. Great cities, great friends, good lovers - but still no career - were the legacy the old continent left inside Quinn. She felt like she'd really grown for the first time and no longer felt like just another pretty cheerleader.
Santana welcomed Quinn to her newly rented 2 bedroom apartment on Brooklyn with a bottle of wine and a confusing kiss. What? Am I missing something?
" Don't freak Q. I just wanted to get back from where we stopped " the Latina said with a grim.
That being said, Santana just changed the topic of the conversation as if the kiss never happened and slowly Quinn realized it was really just a playful kiss anyway and relaxed into the conversation (although she did had to adjust her body to ignore the tiny arouse she got from the sexiness of the kiss and the memory of their night together).
"Finally back, ahn?"
"Well, ended up missing those lips" She with a smirk
" Wow, Quinn, had no idea! Come back here, then, don't be shy" she said while walking towards Quinn, who held her hand in front of her body in defense "Nooooo, go away, I was kidding!"
Santana got back to her place with a satisfied look. "Well, you better be. I'm not in the game anymore. Apparently our night together was all it took to Brit to get back to her senses"
"You two are on and off all the time. If you call this "sense" than I must be missing something"
"Yeah, well, since you brought it up. What were you missing here anyway Q.?"
"What do you mean?"
"What brought you back?"
"Well, I never meant to stay there forever. Coming back was always the plan.
"Yeah, but what do you have in New York?"
"Wow, ok, do you want me to leave? Thought you'd be happy to have me."
"I am! That's not the point, but I know you're not coming back because of me. Is there a special someone?"
"In all honesty, no. Absolutely no one. My heart has never been more empty. In fact, that's probably what got me the courage to move again. You don't wanna be a stranger for much more than 3 years. I wanted to go to a place that wouldn't feel weird at some point. That I could settle if I wanted to. So I had to go back to America and I had to pick a city. And I didn't want to be all alone anymore. And you are my closest friend. And you live here. Therefore, here I am. So, yeah, in a way it is because of you. Happy?"
"So we'll be splitting rent?"
"That was the deal, right?"
"Hell yeah". Santana started walking towards the window and after looking out for a while questioned "So, what are we doing tonight?"
