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Quinn paced back and forth outside the venue angrily, she had been separated from her friends inside when they had decided to follow the outside before the show had even finished.

Looking at her watch and the dwindling numbers of people coming out the doors she was quickly coming to the realization that they may have in fact left her behind.

"Fucking great." The blonde mumbled as she took out her phone to try and call Tina and Rachel once again.

After both of their lines went to voicemail she started to formulate a plan in her head to get home. She was annoyed that a great night had to end like this.

Earlier that evening

"Oh my goodness I'm actually quite excited to see them live." Rachel was buzzing she loved concerts and seeing Santana and Britney live was right up there on her must do list.

"Did you see them this morning on TV?" Quinn asked as she jumped a puddle on the ground.'

"They were great and really funny huh?" Tina added.

"I'm pretty sure Quinn was too distracted by what was it Quinn? Those to die for eyes and the lips you just want to kiss all the time."

"Shut up Rach! She is hot and I'm allowed a crush."

"You are like a teeny bopper." Rachel chuckled as she dodged her friends' hand that reached out to smack her.

"Ugh are we going to be the oldest people here." Tina grumbled.

"I don't think so I mean kids need to be looked after by someone right?" Again Rachel dodged her friend.

Quinn had convinced them to come along to the show months ago when tickets were released, admittedly they all did enjoy their music however Quinn had developed quite the crush on Santana and hearing that voice and watching that body live in concert had cemented her desire to get tickets.

"I bet you guys are going to have a fabulous time and I will expect apologies tenfold afterwards."

Quinn sighed, they had spent the evening laughing and drinking and singing. Santana and Brittany had lived up to their reputations and put on quite the spectacle of a show. Rachel and Tina had been chatting throughout the concert to two guys beside them, they had admitted to the girls they were merely there for the perv. factor which made Quinn roll her eyes, yes she kind of was also but at least she liked their music. Just before the end of the show her friends decided to join the guys outside for a cigarette and told her they would meet her after the show when she refused to miss the encore.

"They don't even freaking smoke." She grumbled.

A commotion at one of the doors caught her attention and within seconds a group of four or five young guys were running towards her with security chasing behind. Too distracted in their getaway plan two of the boys ran square in to her sending her crashing to the ground.

"Fuck sorry." They muttered without even stopping.

"Are you ok ma'am?" one of the guards stopped to help her to her feet.

"Well now I'm wet." Quinn stated angrily as she wiped the dirt off her hands, a couple of spots of blood appeared where she had used them to break her fall.

"I'm really sorry those little punks were trying to steal alcohol."

"It's ok it's not your fault."

Quinn failed to notice when a black car pulled up alongside them, she was too busy trying to locate her phone. The driver's door opened and the guard immediately stood straighter when he saw who was stepping out of the vehicle.

"Hey Chris is everything ok?"

"I think so Miss Lopez, we were chasing some kids and they knocked over this poor lady we've had a very full on night."

Santana glanced at the blonde and smiled, she was busy muttering under her breath and looking around the pavement for something. Santana looked around also and quickly noticed a phone in the middle of the road. Walking over to it quickly she grimaced when she saw the shattered screen.

"Hey is this what you are looking for?"

Quinn looked up briefly and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her phone in the woman's hand.

"Oh thank god yes! Thank you I have to try and track down my pain in the ass friends."

"Um your screen is pretty messed up." Santana handed the phone over.

"Oh great this is all I need!" It was dead. Quinn rubbed her temple to try and relieve the stress headache that was building.

"I can take care of this Miss Lopez I'm sure you wish to get on home."

"No it's fine Chris you get back to work, I'm finished for the evening."

"Ok if you are sure?"

The guard looked at her with a puzzled face.

"I don't think there will be any trouble." She smiled at him and he made his way back towards the door that he had come out of.

"Hey I can take you wherever you need to go."

"That's the problem my friends have all of my stuff so even if I could get home I couldn't get inside." Quinn finally made eye contact with the woman in front of her and nearly passed out, how the hell had she failed to notice Santana Lopez was in her presence?

"Shit! You're Santana Lopez."

"Yep last time I checked I was." Santana laughed lightly and Quinn could kick herself for acting like every other fan the brunette likely came across.

"Your show was amazing."

"Thanks I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I'm sorry to hold you up, thank you so much for finding my phone and stopping to help."

"You aren't holding me up, now you know my name but I don't know yours."

Quinn held out her hand to shake the Latina's but quickly snatched in back when she saw the dirt and drying blood.

"Sorry I got knocked over…um my name is Quinn."

"It's nice to meet you Quinn I think I have something in my car that may help with that."

Santana gestured towards Quinn's hands and made her way to the back of the car to open her trunk, she rummaged around and finally found the first aid kit she knew she always carried.

"Do you want to take a seat in here?" Santana opened the passenger door.

"Um ok sure." Quinn's inner voice what screaming at her…..IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING!

Santana placed the kit on the roof and pulled out everything she needed.

"I'm not actually sure what this is so I can't promise it won't sting but it is made for washing wounds."

Santana held up the bottle of liquid in her hand, Quinn nodded not able to form words with the brunette in such close proximity.

Santana made quick work of cleaning up Quinn's hands washing and wiping away the dirt. The grazes were red and angry looking but they would be ok with a small dressing.

"You are kinda good at this."

Brown eyes met hazel and Quinn was certain her heart momentarily stopped.

"I have nephews….rambunctious nephews, they always need patching up. I think that will about do it." Santana covered Quinn's hands with her own briefly to help her from the car.

"Thank you."

"Now do you have any other way you can contact your friends?"

"Do you have a phone I could borrow?"

"I always leave my cell at home when I'm actually here."

"Oh that's ok, I'm sure I can find someone around that has one I can borrow." Quinn glanced back towards the door that the guard had retreated back to, it was now closed.

"Everything is practically locked up by now." Santana seemingly read her mind.

A red car pulled alongside them and an all too familiar face was suddenly visible.

"Hey San are you ok?"

"Britt do you have your phone?"

"Oh my god I can't believe this is happening." Quinn groaned quietly causing Santana to smile. Any other day this would be a dream come true but right now she was just unbelievably embarrassed.

"No it's at home, why?"

"Quinn got knocked over and her phone is pretty screwed."

"Oh shit really? Are you ok?"

Brittany looked directly at Quinn concern written all over her face.

"Yeah I am thanks, Santana has helped me a lot."

"Can't resist a damsel in distress this one." Brittany grinned widely.

"Can it Britt."

Quinn was amused by the friends banter.

"San you live ten minutes away why don't you just take her back to your place so she can use the phone or whatever else she needs and maybe give her something to change in to the poor thing is shivering."

Santana's attention snapped back to Quinn immediately.

"Are you cold?"

"I got a little damp from the foot path." Quinn laughed.

Santana held the blondes gaze for longer than either of them anticipated.

"San." Brittany called out whilst shaking a jacket in her hand.

"Thanks hon." Santana made her way to the car.

"It's yours anyway."

"Would you quit stealing my stuff?"

"She's cute." Brittany whispered once she was alongside her.

"Not now B."

"Just stating a fact… It was nice to meet you Quinn I'm sure San will make sure you get home safe."

She smiled warmly at the blonde, she was exactly Santana's type.

"Thank you it was nice to meet you too." Maybe she shouldn't be angry with her friends after all, if it wasn't for them this would never be happening even in her wildest dreams, however the chances of them believing her when she told them were slim to none.

"See you tomorrow babe." Brittany winked at the Latina before putting her car in to gear and driving away.

Santana watched the tail lights getting further and further away almost frozen in one spot, finally she regained her composure and returned to the woman beside her car.

"Here put this on." She placed the jacket around slender shoulders and Quinn instinctively pulled it tighter around herself, inhaling the highly intoxicating scent.

"This smells amazing." She blurted out before realizing how creepy it made her sound.

"Sorry I don't usually make a habit of smelling people's clothes."

"Ha ha it's ok, so Britt was right I don't live far from here if you want to use my phone and dry off properly."

"Oh I don't want to be a hassle you have already been far too nice."

"Well I'm not leaving you here on your own Quinn."

"I'm sure taking fans back to your house is not something you do often….or maybe it is…. sorry that's none of my business."

Santana laughed loudly and Quinn couldn't stop the smile appearing on her own face. This woman was something else and her laugh was beautiful.

"It's not something I do often no."

"I didn't mean for that to sound the way it did."

"I hope not, now I'm pretty sure with how tight your dress is you aren't concealing any kind of weapon so I figure I'm safe to offer you some assistance."

Quinn blushed bright red….was that a compliment? Or maybe she thought it was too tight.

"You think a lot don't you?"

"Huh?"

"You have a lot going on up here." Santana tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear causing Quinn's breath to hitch.

"I'm sorry I guess you just make me nervous." Santana immediately took a step back and Quinn instantly regretted her choice of words.

"If you don't feel safe with me that's perfectly ok, um look we can probably get back into the arena around the back. We can find a phone there."

"No of course I feel safe with you, I'm just nervous around you…I tend to get that way with famous people." Quinn shrugged, she had never met anyone famous before but she would very likely be nervous in their presence she was sure of it.

"You seemed ok with Britt." Santana smirked.

Busted.

"Ok maybe it's because you are ridiculously beautiful and I've totally had a crush on you for years."

Fuck it she thought, she already probably thinks I'm a moron.

"So you get nervous around ridiculously beautiful women?"

Quinn nodded.

"It must suck to stand in front of a mirror then."

"I…..huh?"

"Ha ha never mind come on let's get going."

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Quinn could not believe she was currently sitting in a car beside Santana Lopez.

"So can I just put it out there but what kind of friends leave another behind?"

"Two that were drunk and all over guys they had just met."

"I still think that's pretty lousy."

"Oh don't worry they will certainly be on the receiving end of some pretty choice words."

"You don't seem very angry anymore though."

"No…..well I guess I'm not."

"You're a better person than me I'd be pissed for days."

"I planned on it."

"But not now?"

"Well how can I be? I mean in all honesty them ditching me allowed for me to meet you and that's amazing."

"You're kind of sweet you know."

"Yeah I know." Quinn tried to hold in her laughter and come across confident and self-assured.

Santana shook her head with a grin.

"At least tell me they will feel guilty when they finally realize what they have done?"

"Oh definitely Rach will probably cry."

"You know we could always have some fun with them."

"What do you mean?"

"Do they have twitter?"

"Yeah."

"And you know their addresses?"

"Yeah of course."

"Do they follow me?"

"I'm sure they do."

"Ok I have a plan."

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Santana's house was beautiful, it wasn't showy and in your face like a lot of celebrity's homes tend to be.

"This place is great."

"Thanks I'm pretty proud of it, it was pretty awful when I first bought it and everyone thought I was crazy but it felt right and I knew I could make it my home."

"It should be a magazine or something."

"Believe it or not I'm actually pretty private and some things I'd rather nothave splashed across magazines."

"Not too private that you invite a stranger in to it though ha ha."

"Well yeah…I normally wouldn't have I can assure you of that but I couldn't have you suing us or anything." She winked at the blonde as she handed her a bottle of water.

"Thanks and like I would."

"I know, I guess it just felt like the right thing to do and I feel like I can trust you."

"One hundred percent you can, don't worry I won't tell a soul where you live or anything like that. I will find my pathetic excuses for friends and get out of your hair, tomorrow you won't even have to remember me." She smiled warmly at the singer.

"I don't think it'll be that easy to forget you Quinn."

"It won't?"

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of Santana's cell ringing.

"Excuse me."

Quinn nodded and took a sip of her water.

A few minutes later Santana returned with her cell in hand.

"Here you go I figured you may want to use this?"

"Thanks yeah I'm hoping they have come to their senses by now."

"Did you still want to mess with them a bit?"

"Gladly."

"Ok call them and just tell them you are fine etc. but don't say anything about this." Santana gestured between them.

There is a this? Quinn questioned silently. As she dialed Rachel's number.

"Can you put it on speaker? I'm always up for a laugh?" Santana smirked and Quinn quickly obliged.

"Hello."

"Rachel Berry there better be a good reason you ditched me at a concert with no money or keys and it better not be because you needed to cure your man drought."

"Oh my god Quinn I'm so sorry we went outside with Mike and Sam and these random guys began to pick a fight with them. The police came and we all ended up at the Police station until they could ascertain who was telling the truth. I tried to get back in to tell you but they wouldn't let us and I've tried calling you but your phone is just going to voicemail…who's phone are you on?"

Quinn glanced at the stunning woman sitting across from her.

"Are you still at the Police station?"

"We were just heading back to the arena to find you and Sam needs to get his car."

"I'm ok, just go home. Now I know I will be able to get in I can head that way myself."

"Where are you we can get you on the way?"

"It's ok I'll find my own way."

"Quinn please don't be angry with me. I know how much you were loving the show and I don't want this to ruin the whole night for you, I'll never forgive myself if it has…. it was your chance to finally see your dream girl in the flesh and if I ruined it….."

Quinn blushed scarlet red.

"It's ok Rach." she quickly interrupted.

"So I'll see you at home?"

"You will."

"Ok I'm sorry again."

"I know hon I'll see you soon bye."

Quinn ended the call and quickly removed the cap from her water taking a long drink to avoid said dreams girl's eyes.

"Well I guess they aren't as crappy friends as originally thought."

"I guess not." Quinn smiled softly, still not really making eye contact.

"So dream girl huh?"

"Ughhh please don't I'm embarrassed enough."

Quinn pulled the cushion beside her over her face to hide her crimson cheeks. Santana moved to sit beside her and slowly pulled the cushion from her grasp. The stared at each other rather intently for what seemed like an age.

"Did she live up to expectation?"

"More than you will ever know." Quinn bit her bottom lip nervously, sending a rush of desire right through the singer.

"You ready to have some fun with your friends."

"Yep."

Santana grabbed her cell and slipped behind Quinn before reaching and arm out to take a cute picture of the two of them. The feeling of Santana's body so close to her own was driving Quin crazy.

"Ok what's their addresses?"

Staying in the same position she sent out the picture with the caption RachBBerry and Tchangthang I think I've found something that belongs to you.

"That should get them going." She laughed as she showed Quinn what she had tweeted.

"Well there goes my fear that they wouldn't believe me when I told them about all of this."

"I don't think they are in a position to doubt you."

"Are you kidding? Who would believe anyone who said someone as huge as you did all this?"

"I'm just a person too Quinn, I won't ignore people that may need help just because I got lucky with a few songs."

"You see that's what's so great about you."

"What?"

"A few songs? Santana you are a freaking superstar but it's refreshing that you are also so down to earth."

"You didn't think I was?"

"You always come across as really friendly and approachable but I never imagined this…..I guess it was just my lucky day."

"Ok you can stop now we don't want it all to go to my head do we."

"Ha ha I guess not."

"You aren't the only lucky one though Quinn, It's hard to meet new people these days."

"I'm sure it is. I guess a lot of people have hidden agendas around you."

"You got that right."

"Well you already know I'm a huge fan of yours but please can I reassure you again I'm not going to cause you any problems. I won't go to the media or anything. I simply appreciate the nice thing you did for me and for giving me your time of course."

"Where are all the women like you hiding?" Santana joked, she had to because if she didn't she was going to kiss the girl in front of her and quite possibly make a total fool of herself.

"We are out there, you just have to know where to look."

"I bet your other half is glad to have you."

"Santana is that your subtle way of asking if I'm dating anyone?"

"No of course not." It totally was of course.

"Ha ha ok my bad."

"Fine it was." Now it was Santana's turn to feel her cheeks burning.

Quinn relaxed back ever so slightly.

"I'm single, up until tonight my dream girl was only ever someone I saw on the TV."

Santana wrapped her arms around the blonde and pulled her back into her body completely.

"And now?"

"I think you'd better pinch me….I'm not sure if this is just a dream."