If I had one wish, it would be that all my emotional scars became physical ones. Physical scars can heal, unlike emotional ones that just fester and become infected. I was almost healed when I saw her again. She walked back into my life after leaving me heartbroken two years ago. I don't think she realized the effect she had on me. Unfortunately for us, the next time we saw each other was the end of the world.

When I saw Santana Lopez again, I was meeting my current girlfriend, Rachel Berry, at a coffee shop in New York.

I walked into the coffee shop like I would on any other normal day when I heard her voice.

"Quinn Fabray. How nice to see you again."

I froze, that was the voice of the girl I loved back in high school.

"Santana Lopez. What're you doing in New York?"

"Geez, Q. That's the kind of greeting I get?"

I didn't say anything. I just waited for her to answer my question.

"If you must know, I'm here to see Britt in her first show."

"Oh, she finally made it to Broadway?"

"Yep. She worked her ass off and it finally paid off."

"I'm happy for her. Rachel made it too. Just like she said she would."

"Oh, the Hobbit. Hmm. You still keep in touch with her?"

"She's not a Hobbit, Santana. She happens to be my girlfriend."

Santana's eyes lit up like a kid's on Christmas morning. That same old Santana Lopez smirk also appeared on her face.

"I totally knew you were gay for Berry. All the sexual tension between you two was suffocating."

If only you knew the truth, Santana.

"At least we weren't like you and Brittany, always eye-fucking each other."

"You and Berry did some eye-fucking too, Q. Don't act like you're so virginal."

"Speaking of Britt, where is she?"

Santana's face fell. The emotions written on it were undistinguishable, only because they were there for a second then gone.

"Uh… She's at rehearsal. B's got to be at the top of her game for tonight, you know."

I decided to push the subject of her and Brittany. Maybe they were like Rachel and I, together but yet not really together.

"How are you two doing?"

"Just fine, Q."

Santana and Brittany were most definitely not fine. Those two were so in love back in high school. Judging by the look on Santana's face, I wasn't getting anymore out of her at the moment. Luckily for me, Rachel walked in to the coffee shop.

"Rach!"

"Quinn!"

I smiled at her, she was so happy. That Rachel Berry smile hadn't left her face since she found out that she would be playing Eponine in Les Miserables. Her smile was especially bright since tonight was opening night.

"Look who I found while ordering our coffee," I said, stepping sideways to reveal Santana.

"Oh my Barbra! It's Santana!" Rachel said, running up to hug her. "Is Brittany with you?"

Santana's face fell again. Clearly, Brittany was a sore subject to her.

"She's.. She's at rehearsal. Tonight is her opening night."

Rachel noticed the change in Santana's face and decided to stop asking about the blonde girl.

"Why don't you sit with Quinn and I? We were just going to have some coffee before I have to go to rehearsal."

I smiled at Santana, trying to encourage her to stay. Trying to extend our time together.

"Sure, Berry. As long as you and Q don't start making out in front of me, I'll sit with you guys."

The three of us ordered our coffee. I paid for both of them which made it like some kind of threesome date, but I didn't care. Rachel's tea was made before mine and Santana's coffees. Rachel left us to go find a table for us, leaving me and Santana alone again.

"What's up with you and B?"

"Nothing's up, Q. I told you we're fine," she spat.

"San, I've been your friend for years, I can tell when you're lying."

Santana's jaw clenched then unclenched. She took a deep breath.

"We broke up."

My eyes widened at her statement. Santana and Brittany were never supposed to break up. They were soul mates. I accepted that fact a long time ago.

"What? Why?"

"Look, I'd rather not talk about it."

"You can talk to me about it, Santana. I'm not the same bitch I was in high school."

"I don't want to talk about it, Q. Drop the subject."

Santana was getting angry, which isn't what I wanted. An angry Santana was something that no one wanted.

I held up my hands in surrender, "Okay, just know that I'm here."

Santana stared at her feet. It was almost like she was defeated. That was most definitely not the Santana Lopez from high school. Apparently, Brittany breaking up with her actually broke her.

"I know."

We stood in silence as the barista finished our drinks. The silence continued as we walked to the small four person table Rachel had found for us.

"So, Santana, what have you been doing since high school? If I remember correctly, you were undecided on a major and university. I know Brittany went to Juilliard for dance. I saw her perform quite a few times when I was visiting friends."

"I'm studying at NYU. I'm majoring in Gender and Sexuality studies with a minor in Law and Society."

"Really? I never would have expected that from you, Santana."

"Of course you wouldn't, Berry. You're the one that said, 'The only job you're gonna have is working on a pole.'"

Rachel looked taken back by Santana's response. That fire that Santana had back in high school was evident in her eyes. It was one of the reasons I fell in love with her, she would fight for herself and those she loved.

"I.. I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that I would've expected you to become a doctor or a lawyer, not to be studying the thing that made you hate yourself in high school."

"Just FYI, I never hated myself. I was just scared. You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, so just shut up."

I placed my hand on top of Santana's in an attempt to placate her. I knew why she was angry though. Mentioning Brittany and Rachel's tone in that question were enough to rile her up. Which was the opposite of what I wanted.

"San…" I said, looking the girl in the eyes.

"Sorry, Berry. I'm just stressed."

"It's okay, Santana. I forgive you."

"What time do you have to be at the theater, Rach?"

She looked at her watch, "In ten minutes, actually. I better be going."

Rachel grabbed her tea and stood, "It was nice to see you again, Santana."

"Bye, Rach," I said, kissing her on the cheek. "I'll see you after your show later."

She smiled, "Bye, Quinn."

As Rachel walked out of the shop, Santana looked visibly relieved.

"She definitely hasn't changed since high school."

"That's not true. She's mellowed out."

Santana laughed, "Whatever, Q. She hasn't."

"At least she's stopped speaking in long paragraphs, S."

"I did notice that I wasn't dozing off every time she spoke." Santana smiled.

That smile was so gorgeous, I could just stare at it every day. I could wake up to it every morning and fall asleep to it every night.

"My point has been proven!" I said, triumphantly.

"I think you've been dating the midget for too long, Q. You're too excited about being right."

I shook my head. Only Santana would notice that about me.

"Speaking of you and the midget, how long have you two been together?"

I thought back, I couldn't really remember. It was mostly Rachel that kept up with that.

"I..uh… I don't know."

"Wow. You must really like her then."

I glared at her, "It's mostly Rach that keeps up with that. I think it's been like a year though."

"You think? You would definitely win 'Girlfriend of the Year.'"

"I just forgot, I guess. I'm not really invested in it as much as I was."

It was then that it started. It was in that single moment that the world started to end.


A/N: I don't own Glee. Just borrowing.