Sets after season 2, new york nationals, before senior year.

So... Dianna is now mrs. Marshall!

Still not sure where to go with this. But i remember reading about quinn meeting the glee casts, and so i wonder, what about dianna meeting the glee characters?

part 1

The best part of lounging at the sandy beach of Rio is that you are finally away from home…

Lima, Ohio.

Where every sense of the place sucks the fun out of you.

And well, there's tanning (not that you need it).

But really, the best part is, it's a massive distraction. Everywhere you look, there's no trace of that godforsaken place. No signs of losing.

God, just that thought of it, makes you wanna throw fistful of sands to everyone around you. You close your eyes and refrain from ruining a supposedly good day. You try not to think about it. But it's fresh. You lost the Nationals in New York. You lost Brittany.

Only good side of it all is that you think you're slowly figuring yourself out.

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear your mother calling out your name. You sigh as you stand up and started gathering your things.

Another thing that sucks? Is that you're third-wheeling at its worst. You came along to your parents' anniversary trip. Because when they told you this months ago, you would've never had come, but it's Rio. And Quinn was supposed to come with you.

You wave to your mom to let her know that you're coming so she could stop the 'Santanita, mija, come here!' You ignore the suggestive smiles the topless guys throws at you. They've been coming at you left, right and center when you came to the beach alone. But you couldn't care less about their harmless invites, so you put on that façade and smile flirtingly back at them.

You silently curse at Quinn because that bitch is a whole new level of… well… Quinn.

You never knew a person can change that many persona in two years. You can only wonder what kind of Quinn will surface in your senior year.

After that little moment you had in New York, you hesitantly extended an olive branch towards her. After all these crazy fights that you two had, at that moment, you looked at her, and really looked at her, and there you saw the sadness and longing lingering in her taunting hazel eyes.

Of course you recognize it right away. It's the same expression you see when you look at yourself in the mirror as you try to convince yourself 'today is gonna be a good day'. It rarely works but you repeat the mantra anyway.

You've always seen yourself as Quinn's equal, if not superior.

Well, maybe there's that time, you wouldn't mind calling her your captain.

But that was all in the past now.

So dreading that third-wheeling that was about to come, you ask Quinn if she would like to spend summer with you in Rio. You knew her parents could afford it so really, it's the matter of whether Quinn would bury the hatchet and call truce… or not.

You remember unconsciously sighing in relief when she said yes. (That was after a minute of Quinn scrutinizing you if you were out of your mind or if that was just a ploy to a masterplan against her) You also remember the teasing jabs and laughter that came from her when she saw your reaction.

From then on, you reconnected. Like it was the two of you before all the drama. You two never spoke of Brittany, or Quinn's story. It's like an unspoken therapy. You actually felt like you're feeling better, and you hope that she is too. You would never admit it, but you care for her. Everything was fine until it wasn't.

She called you a week before the trip to cancel. Like it's a goddamn 'going to the movies', or 'getting a cup of coffee'. You know there's something wrong in the way that she spoke to you, the way it was so casual.

So you ran to her house to find out if she's suddenly went suicidal. (but really, you just want to strangle the bitch) Only to find out, that she'd gone and had spent a little vacation on her own.

You couldn't contact her because she never answers your calls or emails.

After three days though, you get a message that she's okay and was not planning on killing herself. According to your friend, she decided to take a time on her own to figure herself out, and that she hopes all goes well for you.

You couldn't even fathom the way Quinn just completely disregarded the bought plane tickets. Are the Fabrays that complete full of shit that they don't even care about money?

Well, as far as you know, Quinn's father is still financing them, but you know they were never in good terms after their confrontation last year.

You lounge at the bar you found and lazily stir the drink in front of you.

Your parents went out for their romantic dinner, and you told them it was their time and you'd be fine on your own.

You had danced with a couple of guys who thinks you're four years older, and then you get tired of the dancing… and pretending.

You sullenly look at Quinn's messages. You hate her, but you find yourself reading her messages over and over again. (that and the fact that you try your hardest not to open brittany's. That's the Pandora box of unbearable suppressed feelings)

After she had told you she's alive (and still a bitch), she texts your everyday. All of her messages are tainted with her personality. Quinn. fucking confusing. From one moment, she's unbearable, arrogant, and cocky, then, she's cute, dorky, and concerned. You never know with this girl.

I think it's cute that you don't text me back just so you could 'ignore' me.

It's only decent that you tell me you're okay and having fun. Even if I know that it's a lie.

I'm just sick of pretending that everything's going to be okay, even when we know that it's not. Why can't we just stop fighting? Why can't we just be sad that everything's fucked up in our lives right now? I just want to mess up a little and be mad and I can't do that with you and ruin your parents' happy romantic getaway! I just need to be with myself right now.

You understand that, right? You always do.

You stare at the last message sent this morning.

Of course, you understand.

You think this is the part where you give in.

You take a sip of your drink again. Now, this is unfamiliar territory to you. You've never been like this with Quinn. It's usually, screaming and slapping, stealing each other's boyfriends, revenge, and one-upping each other.

You fight, you lick your wounds, then you come right back up to scratch again. You two are wild animals, really.

But you're in the same pack, and so you stay together.

I hate you. You know that, right? And I'll slap the shit out of you when I see you just to prove my point.

You look around and feels alone, physically and emotionally.

But instead of sulking up and watching Netflix in your room, you're here… in Rio.

So you decide to forget Santana Lopez and be someone else in Rio.

How bad could it be?

You look across the crowd and take your pick.

Once you've spotted your target, you took one last drink and started coming on to her.

It's not like she's gonna invite her to her room or whatever. She's just gonna flirt a little bit and just talk. She just wants to feels things, and stop forcing it to work.

You tap her shoulder and prepares for the worst.

You certainly did not expect to see Quinn.

Notes:

It's bit rushed but the idea came to me. I typed it down before laziness takes over. I'm in the serious mood to rant. pm me?