Writer's note: This is my first story so I'm sorry if it's rough. Also, the song is "December 1963" by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee
"So what happens next?"
"Well, you could walk out first, or we could make it a two-time thing?"
A gasp broke the silence of the room as the blonde sat up in the dorm bed, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and glancing at her roommate's empty bed. With a sigh she turned on her bedside lamp and picked up a book, the pages folded, torn, and stained through the years. Its familiarity comforted her as she ran her hand over the cover, where faded words read "Where The Sidewalk Ends." She turned to the first page and began, for the thousandth time, to read, pulling her mind away from the memory that woke her.
"OH WHAT A NIGHT!"
The brunette danced around the kitchen, headphones blasting as she sang loudly along to Frankie Valli & The Four Seasons and dried off a plate.
"LATE DECEMBER BACK IN '63
WHAT A VERY SPECIAL TIME FOR ME
AS I REMEMBER WHAT A NIGHT"
After putting away the last of the dishes she turned the volume to a more reasonable level and jumped onto her bed, picking up her laptop and scrolling through the usual sites before resuming her homework. Santana had signed up for some online NYADA classes pertaining to film with a concentration in score writing and found she had a knack for composition. With something to do she'd gotten along much better with her roommates, who were currently at some lame Broadway trivia get together that she had absolutely no interest in attending. Once she finished up some paper on lazy soundtrack design the brunette returned to their living room and laid back on the couch, flipping through channels. She grinned when she saw that "Fired Up!" was on and picked up her phone, sending a quick text.
S: We are driving, we we are driving
Not even a minute later her phone buzzed with a response.
Q: What channel?
Then, Nevermind, found it.
Santana smiled and turned her attention back to the movie with a sigh. Her mind drifted back to her last encounter with her blonde-haired friend two weeks prior. She stared blankly at the TV while imagining Quinn's tousled hair and sweat-drenched body in the hotel bed. A buzz from her phone pulled her out of her reverie
Q: Thought about visiting this weekend if that's okay with you guys? Need a break from school
She chewed on her lip as she read the text a few times, hoping things wouldn't be awkward between them now.
S: I'll check with the queens but should be good
Q: Cool, thanks
Santana shook her head as if to clear it and stretched, turning off the movie and collapsing onto her bed