Quinn Fabray always wanted to be everything, everything that people aspired of her. Everyone knows that the perfect woman has to have a perfect life, that's how it should be.

In high school things always were easy for her, she was the captain of the cheerios and had a boyfriend who was also captain of the football team. Everybody wanted to be her or her friend for that matter. She was happy, or so she thought. She always thought that from now on, her life could only gets better. And maybe it was like that.

Quinn was smart, always with the best grades. So when the time came, she applied for the best colleges. She was still surprised when she found out that was accepted in all of the colleges though. NYU, Yale, Columbia. But Lucy Quinn Fabray can only go to one. The best university.

That's why she went to Yale. However, Quinn had the option of entering the college of her dreams in the city of her dreams to study what she really wanted. She had the chance to study art in NYU, but of course that was not what her parents and all the world expected of her, so she went to Yale to study law. That would be the right choice, her parents would be proud and happy.

Quinn lives only to please others and not herself, so going to Yale was the right choice for her.

Nothing was impossible for Quinn. Beautiful and smart, ice and fire. If she wanted something, she needed to have it. She used to have what she wanted at any time. Is how life works for her. She had it all.

Except perhaps, maybe for something, or someone.

It happened on her first year in Yale, she met her. The love of her life. But in her second year in Yale all collapsed.

She leave Quinn. And she was left with a broken heart, without any explanation.

In her third year of Yale she met a handsome and highly intelligent man who conquered her slowly.

The hole in her heart who left a certain person was still there though, but somehow this man made her forget occasionally about it. So when they were already in a relationship, she wasn't surprised. And when she found herself a couple of years later saying "yes" to that big question, she wasn't surprised either.

She accepted to be the wife of this man, because a marriage and children after college was what comes next, right?

Biff Mcintosh was the man dreamed for every women, a man who would be loved by her parents and friends. Future heir of a large company in New York. She couldn't ask for more, it was what it needed to be done.

So now, Quinn Fabray has 24 years old. She has a good job that would give her a lot of money in the future, she is going to marry a handsome and intelligent man and be the envy of her friends about her perfect life. It was perfect.

Everybody would think that she is the luckiest woman alive, the happiest.

Except though, she isn't.

-Hey baby, I'll pick you up in an hour, my cousins came suddenly and they want to finally meet you-

Quinn readed the message and got out of bed. An hour wasn't enough to be presentable. Hang out with the Mcintosh family wasn't just anything, it was all appearances for them, and Quinn knew how to handle that very well.

I guess there is no time for breakfast, Quinn sighed.

She should be at last excited to meet the other half of the family of her future husband, right? But the truth was that it was far from that, but that didn't matter anyway, Quinn was always far away from happiness.

She knew how happiness feels like at some point in her life though, she knew happiness very well. But only one person could give that to her, and it wasn't Biff Mcintosh. A person that she didn't even dare to think about.

It's been four years since that day when she left, the most painful so far in Quinn's life. This exact day, four years ago, was the last time she saw Santana Lopez. And her mind once again goes far away.

Flashback

Quinn POV

I hate this parties, I hate parties because all I get from them are stupid men throwing all over me. Well that, and seeing Santana flirting with other girls. I see those girls doing what I would never do, and it's sad, really.

I don't know what to do with this feeling that all it does is grow inside of me instead of leave. One year and half of friendship with her has left me completely in love. Bad news are, I could never express it, she has a girlfriend, and the most painful thing is that she will never love me back. I'm just her friend, nothing more. And she is a player, so. If she is not flirting around with different women, she's cheating, or studying, or with me.

My only consolation is that this is our last year together, she wants to go to New York and find a job there, after that I won't have to see her every day.

Perhaps this feeling will go away with time, right?

"Hey beautiful, wanna' dance?" A boy who is in the polo team asks me, I turn my gaze away from Santana to look at him.

Yeah, he's handsome. Maybe I could use a little dancing for a while so I can stop thinking. Also I can't even count how many drinks I've had by now.

"Alright" I said as he took my hand and led me to the dance floor, but we never got there.

"What the hell are you doing?" A very upset Santana asks this man who I don't even know his name.

I don't even know how she got here so fast.

"We're going to dance, Santana. Now get out of my way" Mmm, very bad move.

"That will be the last time you talk to me that way, understood?, of course if you want to keep breathing. And I think you are not going anywhere, at least not with Quinn, now go find another girl to entertain yourself and get out of my face" This man with no name stares at Santana and after a few minutes he leaves.

That's good, I don't doubt, not even for a second that she would have punch him.

Santana turns around to look at me and I can see her eyes are soft now and all kinds of rage she had a moment ago goes away.

"Why did you do it?" I asked with curiosity. She has always been a bit possessive with me, I'll never understand why, but this time we are with a little bit of alcohol in our bodies.

"I want to go home Quinn, are you going with me? I mean, we came here together and we haven't spent any time together in this shitty party, but if you want to stay you can. I really want to go though, you can go with me or stay here, I will stay with you because this party is full of jackass. So, are you going to go with me or what?" She nervously says.

I smiled, she said it all in less than a second. How cute is that? She is saying things so fast that I didn't catch much. Well and the fact that every time Santana speaks the only thing I do is look at her like a stupid teenager in love doesn't help either.

"That doesn't make sense San" I took her hand however. "Come on," I say while I guide her towards the door.

I listen to a couple of girls telling Santana to stay as we pass by them. I bet all they want is to sleep with her, you don't have to be very smart to figure that out.

Bitches

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The drive to her apartment that luckily was close to the house we were in, is quiet. I look out of the window as she sings along with the radio. I feel her eyes on me a few times but I never turn around my head from the window.

I didn't even noticed when she parked, we arrived in record time.

"Come on princess, it's time to sleep. Bed time for you," I really hate when she treats me like a baby.

But I kinda like it too.

I like it because I feel like she really cares about me, sometimes I even think that she thinks I'm the most valuable thing in this world with all her actions. But I hate it because I feel that she treats me like a little sister or something, and I want to be anything but.

"You know we have the same age San, right?" I say as I try to open the door but I froze and stiop every movement when I feel her lips on my cheek.

Her so damn soft lips, so, so soft.

I would do anything to feel her lips on mine, even just for once. Anything.

Her lips last a couple of seconds on my cheek and then she pulls away.

"Sorry, just remember that I'll be the only one who gets to always call you that." She says with her typical sexy grin.

"Call me how?" I asked holding her gaze.

"Princess, you're my princess, no one else" She is smiling at me in a way that shouldn't be allowed.

"Yeah sure, you're drunk," I try to minimize her words, and she gives me one last look, one that I can't figure out and then she is out of the car.

What did I say now?

Quinn opened her eyes and realized that it has passed a few minutes in the shower without her doing anything, just thinking.

After a couple of minutes later, she started to get ready to the famous Mcintosh family gathering. She choose an elegant blue dress that hug her body in all the right places, accentuating her figure. Her hair is falling on her shoulders with a few waves and her make up is light.

It's not until her last touches when she heard her phone ringing.

-I'm outside your door Quinn. Come here to open it-

She rolled her eyes while thinking that he can't be any more stupid.

Quinn goes to open the door while trying to put her shoes on the way.

When she arrives there, she quickly opened it.

"My princess! You look beautiful."

Again, this guy just doesn't get it.

"I told you to not call me that Biff, how many times do I have to say it?" She told him a little tired while closing the door behind them, walking to the elevator.

Quinn doesn't know why lately the idea of canceling the wedding is more and more tempting. Sure, that would be the end of the world to her parents, they would go crazy because actually, they are happier than her about this wedding. But yeah, it was temting.

"Sorry," Biff said kissing Quinn's lips "We have to go now, we are already late, plus a friend of mine surprised me and is now in town, and at my house! I haven't see her in like two years, I said I would get marry and she said that she would come, I didn't think she would come this early though."

Quinn only listened half of the things that he said. Her mind was in other place, to act properly in front of Biff's family, if she wanted to become part of this important family she has to make merits to sympathize the other half.

"Okay, lets go then" Quinn says while taking her purse, she grabs his hand and headed towards the elevator to reach the parking lot.

The drive to Biff's house was him talking about business, people who Quinn needs to meet and people that they need to invite to the wedding in order to make some good deals. Quinn just nodded, it was also convenient for her to meet important people anyway.

"We just arrived my love" He parked outside his big home. "I can't wait for you to meet S,"

"Can't wait either" Quinn said with a smile.

Once inside the house, they walked to where all the voices come from, in the kitchen. A kitchen that Quinn often thinks is stupidly big, I mean, what for?

She was a little nervous while walking, finally all the Mcintosh in one room. Biff's parents love her, but she is feeling a little insecure. Maybe there will be one person who will make her life a living hell once she marries Biff.

Who knows with this kind of people, right?

Quinn took a deep breath before open the door.

Once they entered the kitchen, her nervousness is quickly replaced by shock.

There she was, perfect as always, smiling. Her face as she remembered, exacly how she looks in her dreams.

Dreamy eyes, lips that invites you to get closer and a body that only gets better with time aparently. There she was, her happiness, her love and her worst nightmare.

Quinn didn't know what to do, if it yell at her for that last time they saw each other, or run to her and kiss her senseless, hug her and just touch her just to know that she is still real.

Quinn didn't hear anything on the outside,. She couldn't turn her head away from the woman, the woman who broke her heart in thousand peaces.

She couldn't talk or breath, but her mind seemed to function for itself, because at some point she spoke almost in a whisper.

"Santana?" She finally, turned around in shock to look at Quinn with the same surprised in her eyes, their eyes met.

Time is a funny thing. It depends on the perspective of each person, a second can feel like an hour or just less than a second. Quinn doesn't know how much time has passed just looking at Santana, though she couldn't look the other way even if she tried.

It's been years since the last time she saw that beautiful face anyway, since she kissed those soft lips and look into those eyes.

"You know each other? How?" Biff asked intrigued while his friends and family watched the scene with curiously.

"I saw her a couple of times at the University" Quinn recovered fast, she replied with her cold voice and with her head high.

No one knew that she was about to cry though.

"Yeah" Santana replied looking to the side, clearing her throat.

Santana's eyes carried some weight though. Quinn could almost say that their eyes reflected pain after Quinn's words, but it was impossible.

"That's great! the three of us went to the same college, though I never saw you two talking , when did you guys met?" Biff asked excitedly, he seemed to not notice anything.

"I don't remember very well Biff," Santana replied really nervous. "Mm, I have to go to the bathroom" The brunette stood up and left the room leaving everyone watching after her.

Biff wasted no time and began to introduce Quinn to his family members that still didn't know her.

They talked for several minutes and everyone laughed occasionally. Quinn on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about what just happened, she couldn't stop thinking about the person in the bathroom.

She could swear that this was just a bad joke because it couldn't be. After four years?

Besides, why Biff didn't tell her that he has a friend named Santana? Were they playing with her?

A couple of minutes later, Santana reappeared and everyone went to the living room to talk and share some light drinks before lunch, that was something typical in the Mcintosh family: alcohol present.

Quinn was so nervous that she drank three glasses of wine in a row before lunch. She looked at Santana every now and then and their eyes crossed often, they both looked uncomfortable wanting to run away from there. But they couldn't. Not Quinn at least.

When Biff's cousins arrived they immediately began to speak with Quinn, they loved her almost immeditely.

Who wouldn't? Quinn was almost the definition of perfection, or at least that was what most of people thought. Quinn had already realized that she had all these people eating out of her hand, but that was the last thing she cared about at the time.

When the food was ready they all began to take a seat. Unfortunately for Quinn, Santana sit right in front of her and she kept giving her occasional glances.

Through the meal Quinn looked back at her a few times. And nobody seemed to notice this.

"Well that was the most delicious lunch I've had here so far," One of Biff's cousins said from his place in the table.

"Right, Robert? but you haven't tried my wife's delicious cook yet" Biff said and Quinn blushed "Not all the credits are for her though, we like to cook together, right honey? Biff asked Quinn.

She just nodded and then she looked at Santana, who was already looking at her.

Flashback

"Quinn, please, we both know you're the best at cooking here. If I put my hands in there it will be a disaster" Santana says while looking at Quinn who carefully put everything they need to cook on the table.

"I need your help with this, there are things that must be done at the same time and I only have two hands. I didn't knew you were so useless" Quinn says smiling.

"Ugh alright, I'll help you, just because you asked me so nicely" But it was just because she could never say no to Quinn, really. And the blonde knew it.

They began to cook while talking about anything and everything. Talking with Santana was the most natural thing in the world for Quinn. Everything feels natural when she is with her. And it was kinda scary for her.

"Where do you have salt in here? I can't find anything" Quinn laughed as she kept cutting vegetables.

But suddenly, she felt Santana's body right behind her, opening the cabinet that was up her head and taking the salt in her hand.

Quinn was nervous to say the least, and she felt some heat take over her own body.

Santana put the salt in front of Quinn before supporting her hands on the kitchen table, surrounding Quinn with her arms but not really touching her.

"I have everything you need Quinn, you just have to asks what you want, and you'll have it princess" Santana softly said really, really close to Quinn's ear.

She felt all the emotions within her trying to exploit, the overwhelming need to turn around in Santana's arms and kiss her endlessly was getting the best of her.

Never before she had felt the strong need to kiss someone, to constantly touch someone.

"I'll have it in mind" said Quinn turning her head slightly close to Santana, their lips were so close and Quinn could swear that she saw Santana lean in.

She really didn't know why she panicked and quickly stepped aside, leaving some space between them

"Let's finish this, I'm starving" Quinn said without looking at Santana.

"Alright," Santana sighed sounding a little... disappointed? "You know, I like to cook with you" She looked at Quinn like she was completely in love with her.

As if, thought Quinn.

"What do you guys like to cook?" Santana's voice suddenly invades the whole room.

Her eyes glued on Quinn's eyes.

"I don't know, a bit of everything, my princess here is perfect. She knows how to cook everything" Biff said while giving her a kiss on the cheek. Quinn let out a nervous giggle.

She was dying to leave the room.

"Yeah, I can see it" Santana gives Biff a sad smile that only Quinn could notice it.

Biff then, started a conversation with his cousins not paying attention to the pair, his arm was still possessively around Quinn though.

"He never mentioned his wife's name" Santana gave Quinn her full attention for the first time in all afternoon.

Quinn looked surprised, almost as if the fact of them talking were impossible.

"Future wife. And he never mentioned the name of his friend" Quinn replied with a firmer voice. Never taking her eyes away from Santana.

She couldn't quite figured out what was in them. Santana's eyes were mysterious, they always were. But now they look almost on the verge of tears and something within her, died.

"Well guys, what do you think if we change the party at my bar, I want to open a Whiskey that gave me a very important family's friend" Biff speaks with authority, almost demanding.

"Sorry but I have to go now" Santana got up from her chair offering him an apology smile. "I have some things to do" she says while putting on her jacket.

"With your girlfriend? Come on Santana you see her every day, You haven't seen me in years" Biff tried to convince her but Santana had already made her mind.

Quinn was just looking at her, analyzing all her face.

Girlfriend, that's new. Who will be now the girl with a broken heart?

"No, Brittany is working" Santana nervously said and Quinn frowned. Isn't that the girlfriend she had back in college? "I have to do some other things, call me and we can schedule another meeting" Santana told Biff while gaving him a hug, she turned around say goodbye to all of Biff's cousins.

Then, Santana turns around to see her.

"It was nice to see you again" She gives her a genuine smile and Quinn just simply nodded.

"My bag is in the kitchen, I wil go and get it okay? See you soon Biff" Santana says before starting to walk towards the kitchen.

"See you S," says Biff that quickly turns around again to chit chat with her cousins.

Quinn looked at Santana disappear down the hall, and all she could think at that moment was that once again she walked away from her.

So in just a second, she took the desicion to follow her.

"Baby, I'll go for a glass of water" She told her fiance and Biff just nodded.

Quinn started walking towards where the kitchen was and once she arrived, she quickly saw her, picking up her purse.

Santana turned around and saw Quinn, her exprecion was surprised and then she smiled at her, walking towards the door.

"Bye Quinn" She softly said, but Quinn spoke before Santana could keep on walking.

"Why are you here?" She's quiet a direct woman.

Santana was taken by surprise at Quinn's words, but she only answered truthfully.

"I live here Quinn, in New York, why do you ask?" Quinn looked straight into her eyes. And she could see Santana's eyes scanned her whole face as well. As if she were remembering every detail of it.

"Don't give me stupid answers Santana," Quinn snapped and Santana's eyes got big "I've lived here in New York for three years and Biff never said 'Hey, we should go out with Santana, or have dinner, or any kind of meeting with you, don't you think we could have seen each other already if you were here?" The blonde asked a little impatient as she tries to control all the accumulated rage she is feeling. Her emotions are coming slowly out of her.

Santana sighs and looks anywhere but Quinn.

"I was transferred from work, I been working for three years in the same company in London, they needed people here so, here I am" Santana said the last words with less force than the first.

"Well, I guess we'll see each other more often now, I mean, you're the best friend of my future husband and I didn't even know, who would say?" Quinn said sarcastically as her rage begins to seize it.

And just like always, just like it used to be, she was fighting alone, because Santana wasn't raising her voice or being rude. And it irritated Quinn even more.

The brunette sighed after seconds of silence. "I gotta go Quinn, take care"

Quinn watched her walking towards the front door, and just when Santana was opening the door, Quinn asks the question with the most obvious answer in the world.

"Is Biff good enough for me, Santana?" She needed to ask her.

That's why Santana left her, or that's what she said. According to her she wasn't enough for Quinn.

So, is Biff?

"No one is Quinn" Santana stand there for a couple of seconds holding the handle to support her weight and emotions in place as well. It was getting hard to stay there.

She turned around to give Quinn one last look before leaves.

When Santana was out of sight Quinn couldn't take it anymore, she ran to the bathroom to clean up her face because she can't go to that damn family reunion with tears in her eyes.

She looked at herself in the mirror for several seconds and after long minutes, she begins to cry again. But she wasn't in home, so she needed to calm down a little bit. She needed to calm dow big time really. But tears just kept falling endlessly down her cheeks, with sobs coming from the depths of her soul. A pain so strong that sometimes she lost air.

After awhile she manages to recover herself and fix her face as much as she could.

Ready to come back to reality.

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When she's walking to where her fiance is, Biff turned around just in time to see her, and it seemed like he noticed that something was wrong. He found her halfway with a worried face.

"I was looking for you. Are you okay? It looks like you've been crying?" Biff asks, out from the crowd of his family.

"Everything is fine babe, something entered in my eye that hurt a lot, that's all" Quinn smiles at him. Trying to make him believe that her smile is a real one.

"Alright, that's good princess"

Quinn rolled her eyes internally, she had no desire to remind him once again not to call her princess.

It doesn't feels right when he say it.

"You know, I was talking with my cousins and they don't know if they could make it for the wedding, you know, they are businessmen and all, so Santana is going to be my best man, what do you think? I'll make a party to celebrate next week!" Biff said excitedly and she sighed.

This can only get worse.