"Santana! Hurry up and get your ass down here!"
Quinn's been telling me to get a move on for practically thirty minutes now and doesn't seem to get that I'm not ready. Let's be honest, looking this good takes time.
"Alright alright don't go into labour about it Fabray!"
With one last look in the mirror, I twirled to check my body looked good in my dress and walked downstairs. Today It's Mr Shue and Miss Pillsbury's wedding. I guess I can call them Will and Emma now, but that doesn't sound right. Now that I'm living in New York, It'll be nice to see everyone today. I actually kind of miss it here in Ohio, I wouldn't admit that though.
Truth is, I'd usually be going with Brittany today but when I called her up and asked if she'd like to get ready together, she told me she'd promised to go with that damn trouty mouth. And so, in true style, and so that I didn't look like a complete dumbass loser who has no other options, I called up the second hottest person I know. Quinn Fabray. And made her promise to be my arm candy for the night... Or at least for the first half hour or so, and then I'm sure I'd find one of Miss Pillsbury's hot friends or something.
I actually kind of miss Quinn a lot. She's got so much going for her and she's gonna go far. It's a shame, we were so close at the beginning of high school. Everything towards senior year. And then I don't know, I kind of got sidetracked for all of the last year... Brittany just sort of stole all of my attention, I never really thought of anything or anyone else. But these past few months have made me realise that I have to move on. I need to move on to better things and bigger things, that's why I've gone to New York. Anyway, even if all that fails, the least I can do is make sure tonight is fun.
"Finally! Come on and get in the car, we've probably missed the whole ceremony now."
...
The wedding has been a disaster so far and the bride isn't even anywhere to be seen, so when myself and Quinn get the party, we both know exactly how to make the night a little more interesting.
We walk up the bar. "Can I see some ID's please?"
"I'm 25. Rosario Cruz. I might be related to Penelope. You?"
"Emily Stark. Barely legal."
"Well that's good because I hear your professors are into that" I laugh.
Quinn comes across all sweet and innocent but I know her better than most people and she's quite the opposite. We stand and talk for a little while and then Quinn kind of catches me off guard...
"You know Rosario, you are killing it in that dress" She smirks.
I know that smirk. Usually I'd let that pass... Because she's right. I am killing it in this dress. But it was the smirk. Maybe Quinn is even less innocent than I thought... No.. It's Quinn. What am I talking about. It must be the wine.
With a similar smirk. "Thanks" I reply.