A/N: Today I woke up from a nap and just started writing this so it might not make much sense but yeah hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
I guess it happens to all of us. No matter how hard we try to escape or avoid it, it happens. Love and other things like it are bound to at times appear to wane. Over copious amounts of time spent learning, observing, and seeing everything, flaws and all, love sometimes seems to not be enough. Among those things also comes the realization of time. Whether it be the realization of time wasted or being under the allusion of having more time. Mediocrity and half-assedness come in, taking the front seat in our lives. Routine appears like a plague and settles in to take root. With love there lies no room for all of that routine nonsense. That vanilla sense. Despite my best efforts to avoid all this, somewhere along those lines it happened to me.
When it happened it was surreal for me. Life lately for me was like being a crossing guard on a busy New York street. I was in control of everything around me. Until I wasn't. Simple actions, are sometimes not enough. A hand held up in a symbol to halt does not always ensue the driver will. I soon found out there was only so much I could accomplish myself. So much was out of my hands. Yet still there was so much I could attempt to get within my grasp. That is exactly why I am here, waiting calmly for what seems like the first time in a very long time.
I know for a fact she's here, just beyond the door I'm now standing in front of. Upon realizing she had left my mind raced at the possibilities of where she would be. Along with my mind, my feet found themselves racing to find her also. From Lima, to New York, to Houston and now I was here. I remember the phone call two days ago that had brought me here.
"All I can say San, is she's safe."
I took a deep breath, attempting to expel the anger I felt rising. My frustration was coursing rapidly throughout my body as my oldest friend withheld precious information from me.
"Brittany, just at least give me a hint...please."
After a pause, and a defeated sigh I heard her speak again. "She's the one place she knows you'll find her, but were you'd never look."
Instantly I knew where she was and was on the next plane as soon as I could book a flight. Brittany had been absolutely right when she said it was a place I'd never look, because in reality why would I after all that happened? I laughed bitterly thinking of all the reasons why she had chosen this place of all places to run to. These thoughts quickly bombard my mind violently and stills my hand poised for a knock. And just like that my calm is gone, replaced by a fear. If worst case scenario plays out like it happens to be playing in my mind, my being here is useless. As my mind muses scarily over the thought I am brought to reality as the door swings open quickly.
She halts upon noticing my presence. Taking in my presence her face remains expressionless. I notice a few changes about her in mere seconds. The biggest one being her hair is shoulder length, unlike it was a week ago when I'd last seen her. Another is that the pale pink cardigan she wears appears to be slightly wrinkled. A relief floods through me upon seeing her left hand, there lies on her slender fourth finger a familiar sparkle. A snort on her part brings my eyes up to meet here's as she opens her mouth to speak.
"Took you long enough.", that's all she says as she opens the door wider in invitation as I stand stock still in confusion. As much as I want to snap right now at her smugness, I very much more want to know why we're here in the first place. I decide quickly to put on the role of civil Santana and walk into the quaint apartment.
"Weren't you going somewhere?" I ask as sitting down on the couch.
She shrugs her shoulders in a nonchalant way. "Doesn't matter now. Would you like something to drink?" Her eyes sparkle as she motions toward the kitchen and I feel a flutter within my stomach that I thought had disappeared.
"No but I would like to know why?" I question wasting no time. Her eyes narrow quickly at me before she smirks and I know now who I am dealing with. I am always amazed at how quickly she changes. She lets out a melodious laugh before smirking, eyes now gazing off into the distance.
"You know very well why I left, honey."
It's now time that I find my own eyes narrowing, because I honestly have no clue as to what the hell she is talking about. "No, Quinn. I don't."
She surprises me when she leaves her spot perched on the edge of the couch to sit on my lap. Her arms find rest around my neck as my hands almost instantly find purchase around her hips. "We needed to get away."
"We?" I question in utter confusion. "If 'we' needed to get away then why did you hop on a plane, all by yourself especially to this damn place without telling me."
Her eyes roll before she opens her mouth to speak. "Tell me honestly that you would've come if I'd asked you."
As I ponder upon what she says I come to the conclusion that she is indeed right. Unwilling to admit it my arms tighten lightly around her waist. "Well then why the hell did we need to get away?"
"Because I love you."
I knew then to leave it there. Although I didn't understand her completely, it was her way of fixing things. Peculiar as it is, it's how she worked. She won't say much, but what she does speak volumes.
