Another little drabble about Quinn and Santana being roommates for Day Two of Quinntana Week: Roommates. These little drabbles maybe continued if I feel like making them into a full blown story. Enjoy the story.
Quinn Fabray was having a bad day, first the pipes in her apartment burst, causing her bedroom to be flooded, and then the client that she was working with was admitted to the psych ward. She had to figure out where she was going to stay. Rachel and Jesse offered her their spare bedroom but she didn't want to be bothered with kids (she didn't have anything against them, it was just Rachel's kids were spoiled as hell). Her next option was Kurt and Blaine but she didn't want to deal with show tunes and constant arguing over who is going to cook what for dinner. Brittany would have been a better option but since her divorce from Santana, she went off the deep end, and started collecting lots of cats. Quinn was allergic to cats and she didn't want to deal with Brittany's psychosis. This left her with Santana as her only option.
She and Santana had repaired their relationship tremendously especially after Quinn admitted her feelings for her friend a few weeks before the wedding. Quinn was pleasantly surprised when Santana felt the same and married Brittany, because she felt like Quinn, wasn't an option. She kicked herself every day for not telling Santana how she really felt. Fast forward post-divorce they are a lot closer than ever, so Santana was the most logical choice, she hoped that Santana would be cool with it though. Without giving it a second thought she commanded Siri to call Santana, the phone rang a couple of times before the other woman picked up.
"What's up Quinn?" She asked casually.
Quinn chuckled, "Is that a way to answer your phone Ms. Lopez?"
Santana rolled her eyes at the other end, "I knew it was you, your picture and name comes up on my phone. So what's up?"
Quinn sighed, "I need to ask you a huge favor."
Santana wondered what it was; it's been a year since Quinn had asked her to do anything. She was happy to help Quinn with whatever she needed, after all, she was the one who helped her get over her failed marriage to Brittany. They became close which ignited feelings in Santana that she thought was long gone.
Quinn hesitated for a moment before responding, "The pipes in my apartment exploded and caused my bedroom to flood. So I was wondering if I could stay with you for a little while until the pipes get fixed."
Santana grinned, "You can stay with me Quinn, I could use the company, plus it gets kind of lonely being in that huge apartment by myself. Why were you so hesitant to ask? The Quinn Fabray that I know went for what she wanted without hesitation."
The other woman couldn't help but laugh, "Oh Santana, you really don't know me as well as you think you do." She teased.
Santana shook her head, "I have a half day today, meet me at the apartment on your lunch break, so I can let you in and give you the key."
Quinn smiled even though Santana couldn't see it, "I'll be over at your place about 12:30. I'll see you then roomie." She disconnected the call and released the breath she didn't even know she was holding. Quinn was surprised that Santana had agreed so readily.
Santana put her phone one her desk a smile playing on her face. She was glad that she suggested that Quinn stay with her while her apartment was being fixed, maybe, just maybe they can get it right this time.