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Quinn (POV) Flashback
The bubbling of the coffee machine lulls me back into a light slumber at the counter as I wait for it to brew. I hadn't realized how much I missed having an actual kitchen until Santana moved to New Haven. Instant coffee had nothing on coffee that's actually been brewed.
Emily, my roommate, had a French press, but I never did get how to use it with out ending up with half the grounds in my cup. I hear the machine beep signaling its end and I reach up for a cup. I desperately needed to get Santana more dishes. Having two plates, two mugs, and two glasses was not enough. Santana always just shrugged whenever I brought up her lack of dishes not particularly bothered by the fact.
Just as I bring the steaming mug up to my lips my vision is surrounded by raven hair and my nostrils filled with the scent of vanilla, and suddenly my hands are empty. I frown as a chuckle reaches my ear. An arm wraps tightly around my waist and a light kiss pressed against my cheek.
I can feel the corners of my mouth twitch upwards and a hand push lightly up and under my baggy t-shirt. I sharply push the hand down and turn to see Santana smiling at me while sipping my coffee.
"San," I start warningly and she rolls her eyes placing the mug on the counter behind me. "Down tiger." She teases, "It's all yours. I gotta go…have to count inventory." She says adjusting her bag on her shoulder before kissing me lightly. Before I can even respond she's out the door.
A smile breaks out on my face, and I can feel my stomach flutter in happiness.
Present Day
The train is supposed to be temperature controlled, but the chill of the morning is invading the cabin through the open doors. Excited chatter fills the space around her.
Click. Click. Click. "Tickets, please." A voice says a few rows down. The doors are starting to close as people finish piling their bags into the compartments around them.
Click. Click. Click. Feet shuffle and another "Tickets, please." invades my ears.
Thump. Thump. Thump. I sigh closing the book on my lap before turning to my companion. Her head is angled down and her raven hair is pulled up into a messy ponytail. Her face is angled away from me, but I can see her teeth chewing on her bottom lip. Her fingers are drumming to whatever beat is pounding into her ears.
Thump. Thump. Thump. I watch thin tan fingers tap rhythmically on the arm rest next to he.*
"Tickets, please." A voice says right next to her causing both of her and her companion to jump. The body next to me freezes and I can almost hear all the possible escape routes run through her head. I grab the hand next to me and hand over two tickets. Click. Click. "Thank you." The conductor says. As he stars to shuffle away Santana finally looks over at me, and I give her a small smile. Her leg has already started to bounce with nervous energy now that I have trapped her hand.
"Relax, baby." I say softly. Santana exhales a shaky breathe and nods slightly. The train lurches forward as the click of the conductors hole punch moves farther and farther away from us. I lean forward and place a soft kiss on Santana's cheek before turning back to her book, Santana's hand still in hers.
Views of Boston start to blur as the train picks up speed as they start to speed forward, New York bound.