(A/N: So, I don't know what is up with my love of Quinn/Santana lately... alas I'm giving in. This is a future fic, and it's kinda AU. Please read and review! 333)

The rest of high-school went by quickly once the Glee Club beat Vocal Adrenaline in Regionals and placed second in Nationals. The glee kids tried to stay close after the win, but the onslaught of college applications and standardized testing occupied their day to day lives. Rachel was accepted to the Boston Conservatory and headed off early in the summer. She had been dating Finn since mid-way through junior year, but they decided to break up when school ended. Finn did not get accepted to any of the universities he applied to, so he decided to take some classes at a community college and figure it out from there. Puck had joined a band during Junior year and they had some record labels looking at them so he dropped out soon after and moved out of Lima. Artie, Tina, Matt and Mike all headed to Ohio State in various majors. Mercedes decided on Columbus College of art and design, while Kurt decided to follow his passion for design and head to New School University. Quinn had gone to live with her grandmother in Connecticut after she had given up the baby, she kept in touch with a few of the Glee members via facebook, but mostly looked for a fresh start.

Santana and Brittany had remained close through all the drama going around them. Close to the end of Sophomore year Santana and Brittany had begun a friends with benefits situation. It worked as long as Santana could convince herself it was just about sex. That she didn't have a crush on her best friend, that every girl does it to relieve tension without having to deal with the whole messy boyfriend situation. It worked because Brittany didn't question it, she went along with the idea because she cared about Santana and the sex was simple. It went on for about a year until during the trip to New York for Nationals; Mike finally asked Brittany out and they begun dating leaving Santana alone. She became even more distant and kept to herself becasue her only other real friend moved away; so she threw her self into academics and tried to fake happiness for her best-friend. When it came time to apply to school's Brittany didn't have the grades for university, so she decided to move to California to live with her brother who was going to UCLA. Santana needed to get away, she needed to go somewhere she could be herself for the first time in her life. She applied to schools in all the big cities, Chicago, San Fransico, DC and New York. She weighed the pro's and con's of each school and decided on Barnard University in New York city. That's is how she came to be living in New York with Kurt Hummel as her roommate...

Santana leaned back in the chair she had been occupying for the last hour and a half. She closed the screen of the laptop she had been working for the majority of that time and set it on the coffee table. She stood up and walked the all of three feet to a door and knocked.

"Enter." a voice called, Santana pushed open the door and walked into Kurt's bedroom. It was pained a gold colour with all of the shelving in black, Kurt sat cross legged on his bed with a sketch book across his lap.

"I hate school." Santana complains as she flops down on the bed. "Tell me again why I'm majoring in Political Science?"

"Um. Because you're bossy and a control freak?" He jokes, putting his book aside and moving so her head is resting in her lap. He started running his fingers through her hair, "It can't be school, it's the new semester. Even you can't hate it already. Is it about that date you went on last night?"

"No." she snaps, seeing him roll his eyes. "Fine. Yes. The date was like fine, but I don't know. I was not really into it."

"Was she at least hot?" Kurt smirked.

"Kinda. I don't know she has brown hair and she's a Spanish teacher at one of the public schools."

"Brunette?" Kurt stated, "That's surprising."

"What?" Santana asks, sitting up, "What's that mean?"

"Not really your type. Normally you go for blonds."

"Do not."

"San. Four of the last five girls I've seen stumble out of your room since we moved here have been blond."

"Whatever." Santana huffed, rolling off the bed.

"Are you coming with Julian and I tonight to his friends house party in Brooklyn?"

"Yeah. Let me change and stuff."

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A few hours later, after a quick nap and a shower Santana puts the finishing touches on her outfit. She had chosen a low rising pair of black skinny jeans and an emerald green tank-top, she fed the studded belt through the loops of her pants as she walked out into the living room. Kurt's boyfriend Julian sat on the couch reading when she enters.

"He takes forever!" Santana grumbled loud enough to insight a 'shut up' from the boy. She grabs her converse and sits next to Julian. "So, what's up with this party?"

"A friend of mine from Colombia's birthday. So naturally a big ass party must be had." He explained, "Free beer, good music, good people. Plus, I hear his roommate is a lesbian."

"Just because she's queer does not mean that I'm gonna get in her pants." Santana rolled her eyes, taking a drink out of the water-bottle on the table.

"I've seen you work your magic." he winked, Kurt waltz out of his bedroom dressed in an outfit that would have cost hundreds if he had not made it himself.

"Ready?" Kurt smiled, grabbing his jacket and pulling them both out the door.

The party was going full force when they arrived. They pushed through the door and made their way into the house.

"Julian!" a man exclaimed as he came over to the trio.

"Mark!" Julian said, shaking the guys hand, "Hey this is my boyfriend Kurt and his roommate Santana."

"Hey." They both replied. Santana broke off and wandered around the first floor of the house. She twisted the cap off her beer bottle as she leaned against the wall watching her friends dance around the living room. She heard a familiar laugh coming from the stairwell, she turned around and her eyes fixated on a flash of blond hair. Kurt chose that moment to join her, his eyes following to where hers had landed.

"And you deny having a type?" He snarked, his eyes going wide when the girl turned around her lips locking with a taller girl. "Is that?" he gaped.

"I think so..." Santana stammered, her eye's raking over the blond. The girl pushed away from the woman who had kissed her, smiling and shaking her head as she headed down the stairs. She halted when her gazed raised and met the two gawking friends.

"Kurt? Santana?" Quinn exclaimed, her mouth forming a confused smile.