A/N - I'm not really in a habit of doing these because actually I find them really annoying so it'll be a short one I promise. Basically I was on Fanfic Hiatus because I couldn't, as hard as I tried, write anything even half decent and I have a terrible habit of hating everything I publish but this is one that I've spent abit more time on, and I've tried to work harder on the detail of the setting. A review would be heavily appreciated to let me know if I am actually doing anything right. Thanks again for your usual ongoing support.
The old, squeaking light hanging from the corner of the wall made the old, worn train station a million times less inviting than it was when Santana had brought her ticket from the old man with the twitchy eye behind the four hundred year old desk. The wind was harsh and cold and Santana protectively pulled her parka tighter around her body to keep herself shielded. The only sound was the wheels of her suitcase and someone humming in the near distance, and the experience seemed to get worse every second she was enduring it. The humming didn't make things any less sinister either and she found herself gripping onto her phone almost out of instinct, ready to dial 911 as soon as she needed to. If someone had stopped her right there and then and asked her what exactly it was she was doing, she'd tell you she had absoloutley no idea. She was terrified of going home, seeing everyone again, returning as 'Santana Lopez, destined for greatness, travelled the world and gave up after five minutes'. If she was totally honest, after her little fling with Quinn, she really lost all interest in becoming 'something great', it was all a big hype to impress other people anyway and Santana was done striving for other people's approval. Even the automated voice that echoed destination information out around the station sounded bored, but the dull tone was enough to bring Santana back from her daydream and encourage her to step foot onto the train as it's doors slid open and she then had to scan for spare seats, huffing and sighing every now and again when she realised yet another carriage was full. She was scanning the last carriage, when something caught her eye. A pink suitcase. A smile lit up her face as she saw the petite girl sat reading a paper.
'Well well well, Rachel Berry. Didn't think I'd ever see you again'
The girl holding the paper looked up shocked before throwing herself out of her seat and into Santana's arms.
'Santana!'
Rachel held Santana at arms length and looked her up and down before bringing her back in for a hug.
'You look great'
Santana laughed before breaking the hug. Rachel had a black dress on, tight around her chest and her hips, she was wearing a pair of black louboutins with a red sole. Expensive. Santana knew Rachel had done well for herself, it was pleasing for Santana to see her friend succeed but slightly embarrassing that she had no successes to boast about. Rachel saw Santana look her up and down and smiled shyly.
'No more plaid dresses I'm afraid, I'm a new woman now'
The statement was said in a joking tone followed by a flirty wink. Santana felt at ease in her presence. They sat together for the duration of the train ride, comparing stories, Santana confessing how she got bored of travelling alone. It didn't hold the same satisfaction that travelling with someone else did. Rachel told Santana about her role in the Broadway performance of Wicked that was coming up and gave Santana two tickets, just in case Santana had a friend she wanted to bring. The topic of Quinn was avoided for as long as possible but Rachel had to ask.
'I don't suppose you've heard from Quinn have you?'
Santana's walls were up and her eyes were filled with sadness.
'It's been five years Rach, I'm 22 years old. I think it's time to let go.'
Rachel shook her head and put her hand on Santana's leg.
'Don't be ridiculous, she still talks about you, all the time. She finally used that train ticket and came to see me and Kurt and the first night she stayed she was sleep talking, and all she ever seemed to say was your name'
Santana didn't know why, but that made her heart skip a beat and her stomach do flips. She loved the idea of Quinn still wanting her, still needing her. But then she remembered what had happened and all happy memories were forgotten.
'She left me, alone. Not even a note and she didn't call or text or email. It's like I just didn't exist. That wasn't fair.'
Rachel opened her mouth to protest but was cut off by the announcement that they were pulling into Lima.
'Come on Rach, let's just go.'
The girls got their cases and made their way to the door, but they weren't expecting the greeting that they got.