Santana POV

I cannot wait to get back to the apartment because work has been absolute hell today. Controlling the Snixx is incredibly hard and I think that she's bound to come out one of these days. Like seriously, some people should learn that you shouldn't treat waitresses like crap or even worse blatantly check them out like they're some piece of meat. I'm not there for their entertainment but to earn some money.

Every time Quinn comes to New York and she comes to the café while I'm on my shift, I hear her snort when guys try and flirt with me because she knows how much it annoys me. Besides they don't even stand a chance since I'm gay.

Now that I'm thinking about it, the only time that I actually have fun while working is when Quinn joins me. At least she's on the same level as me, and enjoys the same kind of humor. Of course we like to tease each other as often as possible but it's just how we roll. She's one of the few people in this world that makes me feel better by just being in my presence. Don't tell her I said that though, because I don't want her to think that I've gone soft on her.

After a short walk, I'm finally back at the apartment with the wonder twins. I gently toss my purse in the corner next to the door and greet both Kurt and Rachel who are currently watching TV. "Hey, what's up, Gayberry?"

Kurt just rolls his eyes at me because of the nickname and then returns his attention to the movie he's watching, while Rachel shakes her head playfully and replies, "Don't you ever get tired of using that nickname, Santana?"

I grin smugly, shrug my shoulders and say, "Not really, midget."

After more than 7 months of living with me, Rachel knows that I don't use those nicknames to try and be mean to them. They're just a way of teasing and maybe even some twisted way to show some affection and let them know that I actually like them (not that I would ever admit that).

Rachel laughs softly and says, "Whatever, I know you love me so it's okay." I stick out my tongue in response and take a place in the couch next to her. As soon as I sit down, I can feel her move closer. Not that I would ever admit it but I like the closeness as long as she doesn't get in my personal space because I'm so not in the mood to cuddle right now. I squirm a little to get some more distance between us and then she looks up at me confused. I explain, "I don't want you to fall asleep on me like last time."

She pouts and says, "That was only one time, San. Just let me rest on your shoulder a bit. You're so comfy."

"No; besides you can lean on Kurt. You drooled on me last time for crying out loud."

Kurt looks horrified and rejects, "No way, we all know how you get when you fall asleep on the couch and when we need to wake you up. Seriously, I don't feel like going through another drama outburst."

I burst out laughing because even just remembering that night makes me laugh. When Rachel fell asleep on the sofa after her shift at the diner last month, Kurt decided to wake her because otherwise she might be sore from sleeping on the couch. However, the moment he did that Rachel freaked out big time. I had never seen her like that and it was extremely hilarious. She tried to look mad but it was just cute because she's so tiny. Besides she was only mad at Kurt, so I could laugh my ass off the whole time while Kurt was just being scared.

Rachel gently punches my shoulder and says, "Stop laughing at me."

"Oh, come on Berry. Just admit that it was hilarious the way you overreacted."

"Okay, maybe it was. But I promise that I wont this time."

Kurt shakes his head slowly and says, "Sorry Rach, but I've learned my lesson so no falling asleep on me. Besides this shirt is designer, so you can go drool all over Santana."

I interject, "No freaking way. Besides you two can enjoy your movie all by yourself because I'm going to take a quick shower. Maybe we could watch something together after this movie?"

Kurt agrees, "Sure, Satan." And I just roll my eyes at the nickname and then Rachel says, "Sounds nice, San."

I make my way over to the bathroom and grab a shower. The shower feels refreshing, especially because I just worked a crappy shift at the restaurant.

After my shower, I get dressed and go to my room to quickly check my laptop. A smile instantly appears on my face when I notice that Quinn is online on Facebook. I quickly send her a message to ask whether or not she's free to Skype me right now. A few seconds later, I get a reply and apparently she'd love to Skype me.

As soon as Quinn's face appears on my computer, she bursts out laughing. I look at her confused and ask what's so freaking funny.

Quinn giggles, "Never thought I'd see the tough Santana Lopez dressed in a unicorn onesie."

I roll my eyes and say, "Whatever, they're like super comfy and they were a gift."

"Let me guess, Brittany got them for you."

I pretend to be surprised and say, "Wow Q, how did you know? You must be a psychic."

She wiggles her eyebrows and smirks, "Maybe I am."

"Whatever Q-Ball, so what's up?"

"Not much, just working on an essay. And you?"

I wonder, "I'm not disturbing you, right? Because if you're too busy then we can Skype some other time."

Quinn gently shakes her head, "Of course, you're not disturbing. Besides you know that our Skype sessions are like my favorite kind of study breaks."

I smirk smugly, "You just can't get enough of me, can you?"

"Don't flatter yourself too much, San."

"A girl can dream right."

"Whatever you say, San. Anyway, I was wondering how was work today?"

I sigh, "Fine."

"Let me guess, someone pissed you off while you were working."

I smile, "Wow Q, maybe you're a psychic after all."

"Told you so."

Before I could say anything else, I notice Rachel standing in my doorway. She comes a bit closer and asks, "Hey San, are you coming? Kurt and I finished watching Rent and now I want to watch something with you."

I nod my head and say, "Yeah sure, I'll be there in a sec."

Satisfied with my answer, Rachel flashes me a smile and leaves my room so I can end my conversation with Quinn first before I join the wonder twins for a movie. I turn back to Quinn and apologize, "Sorry, but I have to go because Berry wants to watch a movie."

Quinn laughs, "You're so whipped, San."

"Am not."

"Whatever you say; anyway, I'll talk to you later. Bye, S."

"Bye, Q."

A/N: So as some of you know, I'm currently also writing another version of this story which is quinntana endgame. So please check that one out if you prefer Quinntana over pezberry. And for the pezberry fans, hopefully, you'll like this story.