A/N: I'll keep it short..Let me know what you think, read and please review! Reviews motivate me to write :)

Chapter two should be up very soon (It will also be longer). Enjoy!

-Yccmflr

WARNING: Rated M for moderate drug use and sex scenes later on in the story.

Berlin was amazing, the art, the culture…the breakfasts. They had been here little under a week and had had the time of their lives. They had met some amazing people and had memories they would never forget. They had visited all the historical sites and the art galleries, shopped in the little boutiques and danced in the edgiest clubs. They had even had a slight run in with the law. They had been briefly arrested for "forgetting" to buy a ticket for the metro. But after they paid a hefty fine of 40 euros they were released. A week hadn't been enough for Berlin.

Now it was their last day and Quinn was sitting at a small table in a cute little cafe called 'The Barn'. She was drinking a flat white and eating bircher muesli while she watched her best friend devour a huge plate of sausages and bacon. Quinn was watching her with a mixture of disgust and amazement. She quirked her eyebrow when Santana finally tore her eyes away from the plate and looked up at her.

"What are you looking at?" Santana said, sending a quick glare towards the blonde.

"How can you eat that?"

"I didn't think you had a problem eating sausages Q?" Santana said smirking, "At least not Puck's."

That earned a kick under the table from Quinn, who just glared at her.

"You dated him as well Santana."

"Urh and what did I get from that? A bad case of mono and recurring nightmares about mohawks" She cringed, "Best thing that came from that was me realising that i'm a lipstick lovin' sapphic goddess." Santana said with a wink.

"You're so full of shit, goddess really S?"

"You know you would tap this ass if I wasn't like a sister to you."

Quinn just rolled her eyes and downed the rest of her coffee. The Barn had quickly become their favourite place for breakfast in the week they had been in Berlin. It had comfy chairs and chic furniture, they served homemade lemonade from Bell jars and had amazing breakfasts.

The trip around Europe had been Santana's idea, after everything that had happened with them over the past few years she had thought it would be a good idea to get away from it all. From Quinn's pregnancy to Santana's parent's kicking her out, the two had gotten really close over the past few years, they truly were like sisters. This trip around Europe had been the perfect distraction.

They had started in Paris, which being the "City of Love", had certainly been eventful, after five days they left the city, leaving a trail of heartbreak behind them as they moved on to Rome. Quinn had loved Rome, the beautiful churches and small side streets you could get lost in, not to mention the gelato shops on every corner. And by the time they left Santana finally grudgingly admitted that Italian food in Italy was actually better than Breadstix…But only just better.

From Rome they had travelled onto Barcelona, which Santana had loved the most. Any excuse to speak Spanish and she was on it, especially when it came to 'going all Lima heights' which happened quite frequently, in particular when guys leered at her in her bikini on the beach. Honestly Quinn hadn't minded it, she found it hilarious seeing Santana get so worked up, but she also knew that the ex-cherrio secretly loved it.

From Barcelona they had flown to Berlin, where they had been for a just under a week exploring the city, seeing the sights and experiencing the culture, especially the famous nightlife. They had spent almost every night out, going to the roof top clubs and dancing the night away.

It was now their last day and tomorrow they would be flying to London where they would spend the rest of their summer before flying back for College at the end of August, where they would both be attending NYU in the fall.

"Come of S, we should go pack, our flight is in a few hours." Quinn said before standing up and putting her sunglasses on.

"But I haven't finished…"

"Really Santana, you've probably already devoured a whole pig!" She said, rolling her eyes.

"And it was a damn good pig! I'm coming but I swear if Armpit or Stutters are in the hostel room when we get back I'm going all Lima heights adjacent on their asses."

Quinn just rolled her eyes again and left the cafe. They were having to share a room with these two guys from Austria, who Santana had taken an immediate disliking to. Quinn didn't really see why she had such an issue with them, they were perfectly nice and had kept to themselves, but Santana wasn't having any of it. Admittedly 'Armpit' was the worst smelling man she had ever encountered, and he had only had sponge baths since they had arrived (despite the fact there was a perfectly fine shower). And 'Stutters' had a slight speech impediment. But Santana was just being a bitch about them, she was always looking for someone to release her anger upon.

Luckily Armpit and Stutters weren't in the room when they got back. So the girls swiftly packed up their suitcases and called a cab. They then said their goodbyes to the hostel they had been staying in called 'Wombats'. It had be pretty nice, it had a roof top bar they got free drinks from and a gym where they worked out in the mornings. It was far better than where they stayed in Rome, that place was a complete dump. Before long they were at the airport and boarding their plane, London bound. It was bitter sweet saying bye to Berlin they had had an amazing time and it was a fantastic city, but London was calling. After all it was the City of Dreams.

A/N: What did you guys think? I promise next chapter is a good one ;)