- Chapter 1-
Quinn's POV
It's been a busy, but incredible three years at Yale. Since my time at McKinley High, I've been here trying to figure out my own path in life. Trying to figure out just who I was and what I wanted to represent.
Since leaving Lima, it's been difficult to adjust. I had wanted to get out of the town that had become tainted around every corner with my mistakes and everything I had been running from. Yet, somehow I still missed it at times. I don't know if I missed the town, so much as my friends I had come to love and trust like family. I still talked with them all every now and then, we try to keep in touch the best we can.
I mainly talk to Santana; we speak almost every day. I still don't know how she went from being my biggest enemy to my best friend, but I'm not going to complain.
I honestly didn't think we would ever be able to get back to a state of normalcy after our "one-time thing" on Valentine's day a year ago, but we somehow did. With that happening, it seemed we found a new, if not slightly more flirtatious, friendship that seemed to work for us. I'm glad I have someone to count on at all times, even if she is in Kentucky attending Louisville.
It had been hell this past week, but with finals now being over with, I was ready to let loose and celebrate surviving on 4 hours of sleep every night as I crammed to pass my classes. I made it through my third year at Yale with a 4.0 and now I deserved a bit of fun to commemorate such a feat.
As I lay there on my bed, checking social media and figuring out what parties would be held for the night, I hear a knock. Confused as to who it could be, because Kate would have just walked in since she's my roommate, I made my way to the door to open it. As I turned the knob and opened the door, I was greeted by the only thing that could promise to make this weekend exponentially better.
From the doorway I hear, "Miss me, Lucy Q?" accompanied by a dazzling smile.
I couldn't help the huge grin that spread across my face as I enveloped her into a hug.
"Oh my gosh, Santana! What are you doing here?!" I asked as I moved to the side of the door so she could enter my room.
"I hadn't heard from you in a few days so I assumed the only logical reason for the unanswered texts: that you got abducted and probed." Santana retorted as she threw her things on the floor and my bed, making herself at home like usual.
Oh how I missed Santana's always rational mind.
"I'm actually glad you showed up today," I said as I sat down on my bed, "since I am now free for the summer."
This earned me a devious smirk as I could see the wheels turning in her mind on how we would start off my freedom from homework, quizzes, and countless exams for 4 months.
"Well then I think we need to find a way to celebrate such an occasion."
With that being said, Santana reached down into her bag and pulled out two bottles of tequila.
"I like the way your mind works," I say with a grin, "How did you know I'd want to party this weekend? What if I had home?"
This was a bluff, I wouldn't go home and Santana knew it as she rolled my eyes at my last question.
I only earned me the famous Santana smirk and the reply of, "oh Lucy, you sweet and innocent thing, you. Whether or not you know it, whenever I show up there is always a need to party, so I wasn't worried about that one bit."
"Sweet? Definitely. Innocent? You know better than that, San" I say with a sly smirk.
Santana could only respond by raising her eyebrows, but I wasn't going to bite.
I took the tequila and I put on my desk and turned around to notice something in Santana's posture had changed.
I could tell she was trying to hide whatever it was from me, slightly turning her body away from me and trying to make herself look busy looking in her bag. I wasn't buying it, I could see right through this façade.
"San, what's wrong?"
She finally looked at me, trying to push the sadness that was beginning to ebb into her mood away until she finally gave up and spoke.
"Britt and I broke up."
Of course they broke up, it's what Santana and Brittany did. I had been there for Santana and Brittany breakup Volumes one, two, and three so I knew how to handle this situation.
She was past the first stage of breaking up: the crying stage. Now, I was all set to handle the second and messiest stage: the "cleansing of her pallet" to make it as if Britt had never been important to her.
The few glimpses she gave me into her true feelings showed me that she needed this weekend almost as much as I did.
"San, I'm so sorry. What happened?"
"I just couldn't do it anymore. The distance was hard in the beginning and I could just feel us drifting so I tried to visit as much as I could, but I could tell she wasn't happy."
The sadness she felt was palpable with every word she spoke.
"All I ever wanted to do was to make her happy and I couldn't even do that, so I broke things off about a month ago…" she said as she looked down, averting her eyes from my own.
This was news to me, especially since we spoke every day. I guess we were well passed the second stage of Santana's break up process.
"A month ago?! Why didn't you tell me?!"
She finally lifted her eyes to meet mine and in them I could see the guilt she felt for keeping this from me.
"I didn't tell you because it wasn't your cross to bear. I created this mess and I had to put my big girl pants on and deal with it myself. To finally know that this would be the last time Britt and I would have to go through this, I had to let myself suffer through it and feel the pain."
Wow. I wasn't expecting that level of honesty from her… especially about her and Britt finally being over.
I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was definitely something different about Santana since I had last seen her….
Santana's POV
After my embarrassing revelation about everything between me and Britt in the past few months, I got up and went to work picking out an outfit for our night out trying to physically remove myself from that conversation.
I so needed this weekend, Quinn would make the fun just that much better.
"Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, you have no idea what you're in store for tonight." I said as a devilish grin spread across my face.
"San, what are you doing? Get out of my closet, you've spent enough time in there as it is."
"Alright Q, I see you. You think that because you're a fancy Ivy Leaguer, you have a sense of humor now, huh."
I looked over to see a smug Quinn sitting on her bed.
"Though it may be true that I spent a lot of time in the closet, I must say at least that one had better fashion choices."
And just like that, the smug look was wiped away.
"Shut up and pick out something for me to wear so we can go out."
"I knew you'd see it my way." I said as I threw an outfit for Quinn to put on.
She rolled her eyes and took off her shirt. I should be used to seeing Quinn without clothes, we changed in the same locker room for years and, for God's sake, we had mad hot lady sex.
There was something different seeing her change this time though. Her body looked more toned and was as beautiful as ever. I could feel myself staring so I tore my eyes off of her body and busied myself with fixing my own makeup. By the time I looked over again, she was finished and looked amazing in what I had picked out.
"Would you look at that; I can even make the Virgin Mary herself can look sexy for a night out."
"You're such an ass, San." She said with a chuckle.
"Q, by the time we get done tonight, you'll be thanking me for what I picked out instead of calling me an ass."
Quinn's POV
She didn't think I noticed her staring as I changed but I could feel her eyes on me, I could always feel it when her attention was on me. That's why I chose to change here instead of opting for the bathroom.
There was something different in the way she had been looking at me since she walked in my door and this was the only way I could think of figuring out just what that was without sitting her down and asking about it. When I saw how difficult it was for her to peel her eyes off of my body, I got my answer. That 'something different' was that Santana was into me somehow.
This wasn't new news to me, I mean we slept together, so I knew on some level she was into me. This felt different somehow. Like now that she was free from Brittany in every sense of the word, she had nothing holding her back.
I walked over to the vanity in my bathroom and started to put on my makeup for the night, finishing up the ensemble.
"Q, I don't know why you bother putting anything on, you look fine the way you were."
I stopped mid stroke as I was putting on my mascara.
Seeing me pause, Santana continued, "you don't need any makeup anyway, you know you're probably gonna get beer spilled all over you. It always happens."
She tried to be nonchalant about it, but I knew she was scrambling to cover up what she had said.
Well that was an unexpected moment of, what I thought, was tenderness from the hardass herself.
"Yeah, but I at least wanna look hot before that happens. Can't attract anyone to spill on me if I look like I just climbed out of the hole I've been living in for the past week" I replied.
"Look at you go, Luce. Already plotting to take someone home from this party" Santana said with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
Rolling my eyes, I returned to finishing up my makeup.
"So how have you been in that department lately. Any fellas grabbing your eye? Or maybe my sweet lady loving brought you over to bat for my team for a while?" She said with a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.
Alright, two could play at this game, Santana Lopez.
"I like to look at myself as a switch hitter, though there is a side I prefer over the other."
With that I earned an unabashed look of surprise and knew I had succeeded in piquing her interest.
"Okay, spill the beans, Fabgay. I've gotta know who these ladies are who brought the up-tight Quinn Fabray to the dark side."
"I am not up-tight!" I grumbled in response.
"Yeah, okay, and I'm not a hot piece of Latina ass" she replied with an eye roll.
I threw a towel at her as she approached the doorway with a laugh. She made her point.
"Seriously, though, how many ladies are we talking? Two, three? A swim team?" She really wasn't going to let this go.
"No, you're the only one here with an entire swim team under your belt, remember?"
"Wow, good one, Q. Maybe getting as far away from Lima as you could has done you some good. You finally know that sweet lady loving is the way to go."
My phone vibrated on my side table just as I was about to reply to her comment. I walked over to it and there were a few texts from Kate:
Are you coming?
John's party is absolutely crazy!
GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE
"It appears we have our first destination of the night. Kate has been texting me to get to John's. Apparently, it's a huge party."
"Sounds like the perfect place to start" Santana grinned.