I could never really decide whether living with Lady Hummel and Baby Streisand was a good idea. I mean, when they weren't forcing my participation in one of their supremely gay musical marathons and breaking into musical numbers over breakfast, it was surprisingly fun. Kurt could be nearly as vicious as me and honestly a little competition's entertaining. But, recently I had started to care about them just enough to smile and hold moderately civil conversations and this drove me crazy because Rachel's man toy Brody was a total creeper and these things called emotions were stopping me from beating the crap out of him. I'm not denying he had a rocking body and he could slam down those Magic Mike moves with his eyes closed but seriously, he must get Berry to wax him at least twice a day to maintain his shiny plastic exterior. What an ass.
"Santana, Brody is a good guy!" Rachel moaned at me. "You don't even know him."
"Oh please. All that that Ken doll can give you is his plastic comb and miniature Malibu beach house." I rolled my eyes and ate my dinner.
Kurt looked up at me from across the table and giggled. Wow, I get him even with my bad ones.
Let's be real here, we all know that Rachel and Frankenteen will get back together. I mean, it's totally obvious that they hooked up at Mr Schue's wedding that never happened. We could practically hear them through the wall. It sounded like she was trying to roll that beached whale back into the sea so that, hopefully, he could carry her far, far away where I wouldn't have to see either of them getting it on ever again. She wasn't kidding anyone.
It had been a while since I'd thought about the wedding and even longer since I'd thought about sorting out what happened there. Honestly, it was one of the best nights I'd had in ages. Quinn was on form and was hilarious and obviously the lady loving and alcohol swayed me. It sucked to see Brit all over Sam but hey, I had nothing to complain about. Apart from the fact I hadn't spoken to Quinn since we left that night, it was pretty awesome.
"Santana, please just stop trying to make him uncomfortable. He's my boyfriend, deal with it."
I sighed. "Fine. But if he pulls anything dodgy I will take him down."
We finished our dinner in a comfortable silence and relaxed at the table. Rachel and I had been bickering all day about Brody, the rent, my future blah, blah, blah but honestly there wasn't any tension. I'm a straight up bitch and she's moany and annoying, we all know that and we accept it.
"Ok, I know what'll cheer everyone up." Kurt stood up and clapped his hands together excitedly as we looked at him with blank expressions. He carried the dishes over to the sink and went into the cupboard above it. When he turned around he was holding two bottles of wine.
"Hell to the yes." I grinned as I got up. "Can I choose the movie tonight? I wants to gets my comedy on."
"Fine." Smiled Rachel "I guess we can watch Moulin Rouge again tomorrow." She turned and winked at Kurt.
No thanks Rachel. I think I'll go out instead.
We sat leaning against each other on our tiny couch. Apparently being the in-house lesbian made me the most masculine choice so, unfortunately, I always got stuck with Barbs and Kurt falling asleep on either side of me. They refused to sit on the awesome chair I found outside the apartment, something about diseases and a homeless guy? I don't know, it was freaking awesome though, they totally don't appreciate me around here.
I felt Kurt move slightly as he laughed at the movie. It was coming up to 12 and I was starting to feel drowsy, partially because I was tired but also because I'd drank one and half bottles of the wine. Whoops. It's a shame that Lady Hummel is such a slow drinker. I was fighting off the urge to dose off because the best part was coming up.
The thing I really love about comedy movies is the romance. I may be pure fucking evil sometimes but I'm still a lady. I swear even the biggest morons in these things pull some rocking blonde by the end. And if the idiot in American Pie can get married and shit after all of that then there's hope for us all. Even Rachel. Plus, the chick in this film was smoking hot and totally reminded me of Quinn.
I really missed her. We were never as close as Brit and I but nevertheless we were two thirds of the unholy trinity, our prowess was undisputed. I was kinda worried about what would happen after the wedding and I guess I was right. It wasn't that uncomfortable until she went back to Yale. I suppose that she had time to think things through and maybe it was just easier for her to pretend it didn't happen. Either way, we hadn't spoken since then. She rang Rachel all the time and they talked for hours but the two of us just hadn't had any reason to talk things through yet.
I scrolled through the photos of that night on my phone and smiled. She was right; I looked awesome in that dress.
My eyelids started to feel heavy just as the credits came up. I gave up and finally drifted off to sleep. Just one more night when I go to sleep thinking of Quinn.
"Santana!"
I stirred and rubbed my eyes.
"Santana! Wake up!" Rachel screeched at me.
"Go away dwarf! I'm getting my beauty sleep. I suggest you do the same." I snuggled my face back into the couch.
She threw a pillow at my head. "Do you mind?"
"Come on Santana. I'm trying to clean up here." I sat up and looked around. Wow, I really had slept well. I was lying exactly as I was when the movie ended.
I stretched my arms upwards and rubbed my eyes. Why was I so damn tired all the time? I seemed to spend all day moping around the apartment, working and then coming back, sleeping and repeating the cycle. When did the life of Santana Lopez become so boring? I walked into the kitchen and started making coffee.
"Want one Rach?" I gestured towards my mug.
"No thank you. I'm in training and caffeine affects my sleeping pattern." I rolled my eyes. That was typical Rachel. "Guess who I spoke to this morning?"
"Would that be Brody the Greek god of moisturizing and hair removal treatments?" I grinned.
"Firstly, Brody has body hair, and before you say it, no he is not a distant relation of action man and neither is he the spokesman for a range of elderly women's skincare products, leave him alone Santana. You're a bitch…" I winked. "It was Quinn."
"Oh?" I questioned. Yet another missed opportunity for us to talk. I mean, I'm glad that Quinn and Rachel are friends and have sorted out there differences but, Hello, what about you're old friend Santana? Wouldn't hurt for your fine ass to give her a call every once in a while.
"And she's coming to stay with us!"
Hold up. Why would you do this to me right now?
"What? When?" I didn't know whether this was a good thing or not. I love Quinn so much, she's awesome but I don't want to have to experience the weirdness of the first after sex encounter. How about we wait like another 10 years or something until we're both old and unattractive? I laughed to myself. As if.
"Thursday!"
"You do know that's only two days away, right?" I sighed. Having anyone at all stay in this house made the small space even smaller and I had to work all night on Thursday. I guess that at least puts off the awkward greeting for a while. "I'm working too so I probably won't be here."
"Quinn thought it might be nice to visit you at the bar. It gives us a chance to get some drinks and catch up and then you're kind of there too. It'll be perfect."
Really, Quinn suggested that? Maybe I was overreacting. I honestly hadn't stopped thinking about her since the wedding. I guess I was kind of scared it would be like our friendship was gone and all that was left was this unfixable mess. I never had that problem with Brit, we got it on all the time and we were still best friends. The difference here was that we were both kind of drunk and you know, Quinn was straight, extremely straight, and Christian. Shit. Got to fix this.
"Rach, I can't really see a gay bar being your scene. It's not a nice place, trust me." I looked over to see her smiling back at me.
"Well I have no issues. I've been in there before remember? That time you hung around after work and I had to come and pick you up. You were sick in the cab and—"
"Ok, ok." I had to interrupt. I didn't need reminding of that night. It was the worst I'd ever been. "Fine, you can come, calm down. " I sighed and rubbed my palm against my forehead.
"What's up?" Rachel asked walking over to me, she rested her hand on my back and rubbed up and down slowly.
"Nothing, I'm good. Thanks" Rachel didn't have a clue about what had happened and I didn't plan on telling her. The fact that Quinn hadn't mentioned it either was a relief. I can't even imagine how Rachel would react if she found out I slept with her best friend.
"Really? Because you look kind of stressed. I'm sorry I didn't ask you if you were ok with her staying first. I thought you'd be fine with it."
"What?" Was she a fucking mind reader? Maybe Q had told her. This was not cool. "No it's fine." I looked at the floor.
Rachel looked confused. "Well, ok. I mean Quinn said you hadn't really spoken but I thought you'd just drifted and I kind of thought you'd be excited." She looked into my eyes, questioning me.
"Yeah. Of course." I said quickly. "I can't wait to see her." I smiled awkwardly. I think Rach guessed I was putting it on. How did Quinn make me lose my cool? This was ridiculous. I hadn't even seen her and my palms were sweating. Screw this feeling. I'm never nervous.
"Ok well I'll pick her up from the airport, we'll come visit you at work and you can join us when you're done. Sound good? "She smiled up at me.
"Sounds like a plan Rach." I returned the gesture and turned around to carry on with the dishes. Damn I need to find a way to keep my head down for the next few days.