So I've been lacking muse for Bittersweet Revenge and my other stories because omg they're soooooo freaking sad. So, I thought a more happy fic would lift my spirits. So tada. This idea has been in my head for awhile anyway, props to Drake and Rihanna for it. I apologize for the shortness, I was on a flight.
I don't own Glee yaddayaddayadda
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"So, are you going to tell me why you're here yet?"
The blonde shook her head, still looking down to the coffee that was growing cold as the minutes ticked away.
"Q, please. You know I'm not one for pleading, just… Tell me. You're acting like someone died."
Running a slow hand through her hair, Quinn knew she needed to open up her mouth and explain before Santana threw her fork at her. While she hoped that the raven haired beauty wouldn't, you could never be sure with her. "You know you can guess what happened. You're not stupid, so why not just put two and two together."
Licking her lips, Santana did her usual response, the eye roll. "Quinn, I know that much. But why are you still /here/? If you two are over why run to here…"
Looking up to meet her eyes, Quinn shrugged. Honestly, she doesn't know what exactly the pull was that brought her here to this place. She needed a friend, she supposed, and since Brittany was off touring, Quinn really did have no one else in Ohio. So, New York did seem ideal, especially since it was very simple for her to transfer to NYU with such short notice. "I just… I had nobody else, Sanny. I only have the people that are here in NYC."
Nodding slowly, Santana took a sip of her coffee, flicking the lettuce around on her plate. "I know but… Running? It just doesn't seem much like you. Where's the HBIC we all know and love?"
Chuckling, the blonde turned away. "She died with the relationship between her and the only guy she actually loved since the baby."
"So you leave Yale for NYU over that? I'm sorry but I'm confused…"
"I told you already, S! I needed to get out of that, I needed to be with friends. Plus, law wasn't all I thought it'd be. I miss singing, having fun with all of you. Just please, can you at least consider what I asked?"
Frowning, Santana nodded slowly. It wasn't that much that she was asking for, however it did mean that Quinn was probably hiding more than just a break up with Teen Jesus.
Walking back to her apartment, she groaned, flopping face down on the couch. Really, she didn't know why she had to think over the question, but she did. It wasn't a huge deal; it was just a simple, and a rather easy, request. Yet, her she was, face planted on the couch acting drunk.
"Santana? What are you doing home so early?"
Lifting her head, Santana frowned, locking eyes with Rachel. Santana's apartment had become the crashing place for everyone when visiting was happening because of her mother's generous donation to such a nice place. However, Rachel had a habit of coming over when she was bored and too overwhelmed and needed someone to have fun with that wasn't threatening to break out into song every quarter of a second.
"I thought you had to meet up with someone?"
Nodding, Santana sat up; patting the spot next to her so Rachel would get the idea to sit. "Yeah, I did. I'll explain it all, but can you stay quiet the entire way through so I don't have to hit you?" Rolling her eyes, Rachel sat next to Santana, motioning for her to continue. "Okay, so I got a call from Quinn, that's why I went out." Santana saw it, the twitch at the corner of Rachel's, showing she was itching to say something. Thankfully, she refrained. "Apparently, Teen Jesus broke up with her, so she moved here, and now she wants to move in with me."
Raising an eyebrow, Rachel got the nod that showed she could talk. "For one, how could you not have invited me? I'm rather insulted. Just because I'm both married and in school does not mean I cannot have a life! Secondly, wow… What did you say to her?"
"I… I said I had to think about it?"
The eyebrow still raised, it was apparent that the little diva was pissed. "Think about it? One of your best friends needs you and you say you have to 'think about it'?"
"Rachel, it's complicated. I can't have her around, not after-"
Holding up her hand, she shook her head. "Uh, no. Not an excuse and you know it. Just because of those things does not mean you get to be a complete jerk to your friend, /our/ friend."
Frowning, Santana knew Rachel was right. It was strange, how Rachel really did seem to have a sixth sense and was able to tell what Santana was thinking. It's how she pried everything out of Santana when they were drunk at parties together. "I know… Just, okay, if I do, you cannot tell her those two things. She doesn't know about either, and I really don't want to discuss it, especially that certain one."
Laughing, Rachel nodded. "I won't tell her about you and Brittany, nor will I mention the crush issues. I promise. Besides, not mine to tell. I'll only be able to see her when you allow me over probably."
Smirking, she nodded. "You have a key though, should I revoke your key privileges?"
Glaring, Rachel shook her head, standing. "Rude. But text Quinn, we can help her move in a.s.a.p." Turning to walk, she turned to face her when she reached the door, "And don't worry so much. I really think that she'd be more understanding than you give her credit for."
While Rachel was right, Santana still couldn't take that. Liking someone for this long? It was bound to turn bad for her.
After a text and a few days for Quinn to situate the final paper work, she was officially moved into the apartment. Her room was right next to Santana's, and since they were both majoring in the same thing, it made things much easier.
It was weird to Santana, waking up every morning and seeing Quinn in the kitchen cooking. It felt like something more than it should.
Tonight, Santana was supposed to have the place to herself. Quinn and Rachel were out somewhere, probably karaoke, and Santana had a test to cram for before she drove herself insane with procrastination.
The apartment was peaceful at night, despite the outside noises of cars, police sirens, and an arrange of other noises that took little to no time to get used to. Looking up to the clock, Santana sighed. It was getting late, and if she had any hope of a wink of sleep, she should probably head to bed now rather than later. She wasn't too concerned anyway, since she was actually really good with history, especially art wise.
Standing up and walking into the bedroom, she stripped down to her sports bra and boy shorts, stretching before slipping into her bed, closing her eyes and feeling sleep coming quickly.
However, she wasn't allowed to enjoy it for long before she felt a warm hand shake her gently. "Sanny?"
Cracking an eye open, Santana groaned, looking up to her. "Quinn, the fuck, it's like… Three in the morning. I was in mid beauty sleep."
"I know I just…"
Santana heard a sniffle, and it was then that she noticed the tears that filled Quinn's eyes, the sadness on her face. "Oh god, what happened? Whose balls do I need to spoon feed to an alligator?"
There was a faint smile, which brought an ache to the Latina's chest. "Can I sleep with you tonight? I'm still scared…"
"Scared of what?" With that, a loud sound of thunder echoed, shaking the apartment a bit. Chuckling, Santana raised an eyebrow. "I don't think that's the only reason but… Yeah, whatever. Just don't whore the blanket like usual, I get cold easily."
Nodding, Quinn quickly slipped under the covers, curling into Santana and burying her face into her chest. She was quiet like that, both of them were, just the sound of their soft breathing. Santana was used to this; it's been like it since they were kids. Quinn had always been scared of thunder, because of the flashbacks to her father. Plus, it was fall; it had a tendency to rain here.
"Hey Sanny?"
"Mm?" Santana had almost been asleep, but Quinn was her first priority right now.
"Thank you… For taking care of me."
Santana nodded, pressing a soft kiss into the blonde's hair. "Course. Now go to sleep, I have a test and I need to look pretty for it."
