Started Out As Frenemies, We Ended Up As…
Quintana. Just an idea that I got. I read so many of your awesome Quintana stories, it just kind of sparked some ideas of my own. I was/am a bit nervous about writing this, but Kalexico encouraged me to go on and do it. Well, here goes.
School just let out, and it's after Nationals. It's only been a week of summer, and Santana is already majorly bored. She thinks that everyone from Glee left for the summer, but then she runs into a familiar new haircut at the grocery store.
It's a really bad summary, but I promise I'm gonna make this story as awesome as I can. Obvi, I don't own anything that has to do with Glee. Glee owns me.
"This has to be the worst summer ever." Santana says to herself while mindlessly dropping things into her shopping cart. It's been a week of summer, and she has done nothing. Anyone that she would want to hang out with, is doing something already. Brittany's a counselor at some dance camp in Pittsburgh, and Mike and Tina are there with her. Everyone else told her what their plans were, but she stopped listening once she heard that Brittany would be gone. "What the hell am I gonna do?" She thought at the time. She was hoping her answer would turn into something incredible, but it didn't. It's been a week of nothing.
Santana makes her way to the register to pay, when she realizes that she forgot to her favourite cereal. She leaves her cart and jogs to the appropriate aisle. She grabs the cereal, and turns around to hurry back to her spot in line. She takes one step in her desired direction and runs straight into… "Quinn! What the hell are you doing?" Santana asked trying to decide if she was excited or annoyed. Quinn looked at the stunning tan girl, dressed simply in a black tube top romper with a look of frustration. "What am I doing? Oh, nothing. Just getting trampled and yelled at for no reason." Quinn replied adjusting herself from the collision. She looked beautiful, as always. Her new haircut suited her well. Wearing dark denim shorts that let her long legs make their presence known, and a light grey crop top so Santana could see a bit of her shoulder and some of her perfectly shaped stomach. Santana didn't realize she was checking her out, but the last bit of Quinn's sentence snapped her out of it. "Shit. I'm sorry Q. I was just trying to hurry because I have stuff at the register. Wait, what are you doing here?" Santana asked, remembering that she was supposed to be the only one stuck in Lima. Quinn, annoyed at the Latina's question sighed and answered, "I live here Santana. I can go grocery shopping whenever I want. I usually like to do it without being attacked!" Santana realized that she might not have been making much sense, so she decided to keep it simple. "You'll be in Lima all summer?" Quinn nodded. "You're not going anywhere?" Quinn shook her head hesitantly as she saw a small smile forming on the Latina's plump lips. "Um, San… Don't you have groceries you need to pay for?" Quinn asked slowly, not knowing what to make of Santana's behavior. "Damn it! Yes. I do. Um. I gotta go. I'll text you? Yeah. I'll text you. I know you're not doing shit, so you better text me back!" Santana said hurriedly as she scooted away from a confused Quinn. "What the hell?" They both said to themselves.
I was an idiot in there. I was a complete idiot. Like I've never seen a familiar face before. She did look hot. But I have also seen plenty of hot girls before. What the hell is wrong with me? I don't even like Quinn. Okay, maybe that's not true. We have been really great friends, and really great enemies. I guess I'm just glad that I may hang out with her this summer instead of anybody else. I'm getting ahead of myself. Who says we're even going to hang out. Okay. I need to calm down. Santana has been lying in her bed thinking for almost an hour. She came home, put away her groceries, watched a few hours of mindless television and then she found herself playing with her phone. Before she knew it, she was frozen on Quinn's name, lost in her thoughts. When she found herself again, she made a firm decision that she will not have another week of suffering; She'd at least try to do something. Her only chance of "something" was Quinn. She pressed, "send" with a sigh.
Quinn is lying on her bed when she feels her phone vibrate. She reaches into her back pocket and lets out a soft chuckle as she reads: Hey, Quinn Fabray? It's Santana Lopez.
"Is this girl serious?" Quinn says still laughing and still confused with the strange behavior the Latina has been sporting since she saw her at the grocery store earlier.
Santana jumps when her phone vibrates in her lap. "That hasn't happened in a while." Santana whispered as she looked at her new message: Santana, I have ur number saved. Why r u being so weird? Ur acting like uve never seen another human being.
Santana rolled her eyes. She reminded herself that she is the HBIC. She had been slipping on the attitude, but she's just been so damn bored that seeing Quinn today was like a breath of fresh air. She tried to choose her words carefully: Lol sorry. I've just been bored out of my damn mind. I haven't done anything or any1. I thought every1 left for the summer. I was surprised when I saw u. Wat r u doing still in town?
Quinn rolled her eyes as she was reminded of how sex crazed the sexy girl is, and another eye roll went to the fact that Santana doesn't listen when people speak. She quickly responded: San, everyone said what they were doing this summer in Glee. Me and u were the only ones who had no plans.
The Latina made herself comfortable in bed as she read Quinn's words, trying to figure out when the hell anyone said anything about summer plans in Glee. Then she remembered. When she heard Brittany say she was leaving for camp, that's the only thing she could think about. They normally spent their summers together: hanging out, and hooking up. She was hoping that despite her love confession earlier in the year, the summer could be just like it always was. That wish was not granted. Brittany made other plans, and this summer Santana's plan was to forget about Brittany. Wanting to change her train of thought she responded to Quinn: O yeah. I guess I just stopped listening after Brittany. Oops. Anyway, wat r u up 2 now?
Quinn wasn't shocked when she read Santana's response. She could see how much Santana loved Brittany. She wished someone would love her like that. But she also knows how hard it's been for Santana to not be with Brittany. As much as she wanted to press into the Brittany situation some more, she decided to leave it alone. She sank a little deeper in her bed to find a more comfortable texting/sleeping position: Hm.. Why am I not surprised? I'm not doing anything though. Ready for bed. Laying in bed. Watching Real World reruns lol. No one's home, so I'm enjoying my solitude.
Santana quickly shot back: O sorry for disturbing u.
Quinn laughed at the Latina's short fuse and quickly sent: Yeah you should be ;)
Santana relaxed when she read Quinn's response. Realizing that she should probably calm down a bit she replied: Lol shut up. I was watching Real World, but then I had to turn my damn TV off. It was pissing me off. Too much sex and fun. Too much shit that I'm not doing. I couldn't take it anymore.
Quinn sighed to herself. Almost annoyed with Santana's complaining, but choosing to be a bit more compassionate sent: You're such a baby. It's only been a week. I think I'm gonna crash though. I'm pretty tired. I was attacked today at the store :b
Santana smiled and let out a light chuckle. For the first time in what seemed to be forever, Santana was actually smiling. Noticing the change in demeanor she responded: Haha damn it Q. I'm sorry about that.
Quinn enjoyed the apology. It's a rare thing coming from Santana, so she soaked it up and responded with a smile: Lol. I'm just messing with you. I am gonna go to bed though. I think I might run in the AM. Ur welcome to join.
The frisky Latina raised an eyebrow and hesitantly replied: To join u in bed?
Fed up with the horny Latina, Quinn hurried her fingers to deliver the message: God Santana. No. Running in the AM. You're welcome to join me on my RUN.
Santana burst with laughter. The thought of Quinn Fabray in bed, isn't a bad thought. Maybe Santana had even let her mind wander on that that. She'd never admit it though. "Someone sure got worked up easily." The laughing girl said aloud as she formed her next text: Haha calm ur ass down Quinnie. I'm just messing with u. I wouldn't join u in bed anyway. And that's a negative on the run. Text me sometime tomorrow though.
Quinn couldn't help but be a little offended. She realized she overreacted a little bit, but Santana would join just about anyone in bed. Why not her? She didn't want Santana to join her in bed, but if she did, she'd want Santana to want to. Quinn began to get frustrated, so she shook herself from her train of thought and decided to focus on the fact that Santana was basically depending on her to entertain her. She smiled and replied: You want me to save you from your boredom, huh?
Santana rolled her eyes knowing that Quinn was feeling pretty good about herself. She didn't really care. It was true. So far, another blonde was making Santana's summer enjoyable, and she was enjoying it. She shrugged as she sent: Lol yeah kind of. I don't know how ur not losing it. Props.
Calming down from her previous mental rage, Quinn smiled. She felt sleep taking over and sent: Lol. Give it time San, ur summer will get better. Goodnight.
Santana believed Quinn. She had no reason not to. She turned off her lights, and a surge of honesty and bravery shot through her veins as she sent: Well, today was definitely an improvement. Night.
The pale girl blushed as she read the usually harsh girl's text through sleepy eyes.
Santana lay in bed smiling as she looked at darkness in her room. She wasn't really sure why she was smiling, but she was. For the first time all week, Santana fell asleep thinking that the summer held possibilities, and with that, she fell asleep thinking about Quinn.
Yikes. Okay. So I understand if you thought that sucked. I swear to you I have ideas to make it a million times better. I'm just trying to kind of pace myself, so I don't throw too much out at once. It's definitely gonna get better though. What do you think so far?