Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or the main characters in this story. The only thing I own is my writing.

A/N: Thank you for giving this a chance and I hope it floats your boat. I give thanks to Lizardmm for looking this over (go look at her stuff - it's solid work). Also, a thank you goes out to Kai for reading a Glee fic even though she dislikes the show. Hope you all enjoy. Oh, one more thing, I'm not an avid Glee fan. If the characters are OOC, I'm so sorry. This is based on what I can remember and I hope I do them justice.

Reviews are appreciated and feed my muse. :D

Whiteboard

01 - Blank Slate

The pen spun with ease between Quinn's fingers. It was a meditative habit she had picked up from her fellow classmates, a great way to pass the time. Considering her last class tended to progress at the pace of a snail, the bored blonde was glad that pen spinning was one of the many skills that she had developed to keep herself busy. On most given days Quinn wasn't antsy with her studies. In fact, she was doing well at Yale and on some level enjoyed it. But this was her most boring class, her least favorite subject, her most monotonous professor, and it was also the last class of her weekly schedule. And for that particular week, it meant that it was the class that stood in her way to the start of spring recess.

She shifted in her desk to find a comfortable position.

Another lovely skill that Quinn had developed was the ability to text without much need to look at her phone. She could tap at that screen in different positions with ease. Her texting talents had her maneuvering around the virtual keyboard with her eyes closed and even upside down; her study group once placed bets to see if she could do it, and in hindsight it was a dorky thing to do, but nonetheless an easy $50.

When the pen twirls no longer captivated her, she placed the writing utensil down and began tapping at her phone's screen instead. It had been over three weeks of novel-length text messages and the cowardly act of deleting every single word before being able to commit to hit "send" on any of them. She was having a particularly difficult time reaching out to Santana after what had happened between them at the wedding reception.

She was being completely childish about the situation. But being an adult meant having to be honest with herself, and that was something she wasn't yet ready to deal with. Stupid feelings.

The word Hey stood alone on her phone. It seemed like a good opening word. And it was about the only thing Quinn could commit to in most of her unsent texts.

As Quinn fumbled with what to tap out next, her finger grazed over the send button firmly enough to dispatch the unfinished message. As much as she wanted to muster up the courage to text anything, she really had hoped it would have been more eloquent than "hey."

To her relief, it was only a few minutes later that her phone lit up with a response from Santana. She wasn't being ignored. Just maybe she was freaking out over nothing. This was her friend after all. The same girl that had made her feel so comfortable the morning after their Valentine's Day experience; making sure that things wouldn't change and get weird between them. The same girl that for every day since the day had completely invaded Quinn's mind in the most bewildering way.

S: the ivy league fun committee finally let u out for air?

The text made her quirk a smile. She could imagine the tan-skinned girl lounging in some horrible coffee shop near her apartment just to get some air away from her roommates.

Between jotting down a couple notes for class Quinn tapped at her phone. "Um. Yeah, something like that..." She took a quick glance around the room and saw a few of her classmates passing spring break flyers amongst themselves, trips and parties that had been posted throughout campus for weeks. She bit her lip shyly as her thoughts regressed back to the Latina and the idea of spending time with her friend again – a thought that had become frequent within the last week.

Hazel eyes stared at the blocked numbers at the top of her phone's screen. Spring break technically was only 30 minutes out of her reach and she really didn't see the harm in wanting her closest friend for companionship. She was quick to add the words "Are you free?" and sent the text before she could chicken out.

S: gimme a few, but yea. u can ring me in 5.

A small smile crept onto her face at the words. She could almost hear the Latina's voice – the warm vibrato that made even the straightest girls swoon.

Q: I should have made myself clear. I meant in person.
S: If I wasn't just outside, I'd say u showed up in romcom fashion to woo me.

She bit her lip at the thought of doing so. What would have happened if she did show up out of the blue? To think of it, she probably would have made the trip all the way to Santana's doorstep and turned around out of a fear she couldn't quite put her finger on. Quinn chewed her lip as thoughts, unrelated to her course, raced through her head. What are you so scared about? She's Santana... Fuck, I need to stop using my lip as a chew toy. Quinn ignored the tightening in her chest and refocused her attention of the flat object in her palm.

Q: You wish, Lopez. I was trying to ask if you wanted to keep me company.
S: time/place. I'll toy w/the idea. better ur chances n promise me somethin' good ;)
Q: Whatever. My company should be plenty good for you. ;P
S: now look who's dreamin'

She didn't know why she was grinning like an idiot in the middle of class or why she was possibly flirting with Santana of all people. Okay, maybe she did know why. She knew she liked it, and in that moment, it was all that mattered. There was nothing wrong with flirting with a girl, especially if she'd already slept with said girl. There were plenty of straight girls that experimented more than just a couple times and could enjoy the company of another female without being gay. She, Lucy Quinn Fabray, could enjoy every single moment of sex with an extremely attractive female friend and still be straight. Sex was to be enjoyed, right? They were young and horny. Nothing too gay about that, right? Friends helping out friends.

Her phone lit up once again and Quinn could feel the fluttering within her chest. Fluttering and grinning like an idiot, those two things definitely made her a little gay, but that could have been a side effect of not having sex; especially if your most recent sexual escapade had resulted in you being thoroughly fucked - twice - by a girl.

S: u ever gonna tell me time n place. or is this some tit for tat?
Q: I'm not gonna lie, I'm slightly curious what you would do if that were the case.
S: i think u have a good idea, q. now let that simmer.

Hazel eyes stayed glued to the short response and for a brief moment, Quinn allowed her mind to fully travel there. The vivid flood of sensations made her shift, uneasy, in her desk. There was a sudden rise in temperature in the small class, and Quinn could not will for time to pass by any faster than she already had been. It was getting awkward.

Q: ...Next week, here. Spring break. Come out on Wed and stay until Sunday?
S: roommate? i know yale's fancy stuff but i'm sure its mandatory that dorms r shitty ratholes.
Q: No roommate on those days.
S: boo. was almost hopin i'd be bunkin it with u.
Q: Play nice and you might. That is, if you can handle it.
S: ;) i think u can mark ur calendar for my arrival then.

The days leading up to Wednesday past by relatively quickly with all of the assignments Quinn had accumulated from her classes. Not that the same could be said for the other girl. Santana's week was dragging between her part-time job and her hunt for small acting gigs. Nevertheless, she had been in a more pleasant mood in the days since Quinn had started texting her again. Both Rachel and Kurt could attest to that mysterious shift. Hell, even the mailman, local baristas, a few waitresses, and the Latina's new co-workers could tell she was happier. Santana wasn't on cloud nine, no, she was simply happy to get out of the armpit of New York for a few days; at least that was what she was telling herself. She had never been to New Haven, but she was sure it would be a nice change.