"Close your eyes, relax your limbs, breath in deep... Now, send a prayer to the universe..."
"This is such bullshit" Santana scoffed, a 7am yoga session with a hippie Australian was so not where she wanted to be this early on a Friday morning, yet here she was.
"Shhhhh" her best friend, Quinn, scolded from beside her. It was entirely Quinn's fault she was here in the first place, don't get her wrong, Santana likes working out, she prides herself on her toned physique, so when Quinn suggested they take up yoga, Santana was all about that life, who doesn't want to be more flexible? However, what Santana was not prepared for was Mr. I'm at One with the Universe, the Earth and Stars and Moon, and All Other Kinds of Bullcrap, that taught the class. She was fairly certain he wasn't even a fully qualified yoga instructor and he made her super uncomfortable with his super upbeat attitude (for real, who has that much enthusiasm before noon?!), and super soothing accent that boarderlined creepy whenever he praised her with "Good girl, Santana" every time she contorted her body into any given position.
"Think of someone you love and send good vibes their way for the rest of the day." At this, Santana actually snorted, was this guy for real?! This earned her a pretty vicious arm-swat from her friend, who Santana didn't even need to open her eyes to know was glaring at her.
"Thank you everyone for participating today, see you next week."
Santana and Quinn rose from where they lay on the dewy grass of Griffith Park, and rolled up their yoga mats.
"Must you behave like a child every week?" Quinn snarled.
"Oh come on! You can't tell me a little piece of you doesn't die inside whenever he tells you to pray to the universe, or sun God, or whatever?!" Santana retorted, hoping to get her friend on her side.
Quinn didn't respond, but Santana could tell from the way her shoulders drooped ever so slightly, and how she fought a smirk, that she agreed with her.
As was their usual routine, Santana and Quinn headed to the Coffee Bean off Hillhurst after their class, mostly because Santana insisted she was likely to stab her intern in the eye with her 6 inch heel if she didn't get coffee in her system before 9am, and Quinn wasn't brave enough to call her bluff. They situated themselves in the farthest corner of the patio area when "Because I'm happpppyyyy" sounded from the side pocket of Santana's backpack and she cringed.
"Isn't that Dani's ringtone?" Quinn questioned upon seeing her friend's reaction and lack of movement to answer.
"Yeah."
"So why do you look like you'd rather ingest a fistful of pins than answer it? Trouble in paradise?"
Santana knew Quinn well enough to know that she was only half teasing. Quinn merely tolerated her girlfriend at the best of times.
"No!" Santana snapped at how hopeful Quinn was that her relationship was destined for doom. "It's just that she knows our high school reunion is coming up and she keeps getting on my case about coming back to Ohio with me."
"I can't believe you're even going..."
"Why wouldn't I?! I'm hot now, remember?"
"Yeah, but I recall the Santana Lopez who walked out those doors vowing to 'never return, even if a meteor struck the Earth and the only salvation were in the hallowed halls of McKinley High.'" Quinn laughed, mimicking Santana's post-graduation words.
"Yeah, well, I'm not the same person I was back then." Santana mumbled, taking a sip of her hazelnut latte.
"So what's the big deal with bringing her?" Quinn challenged.
"We've only been dating for 4 months, and she'd have to meet my parents. I've never introduced a girl to my parents. That's a big fucking step, Quinn, and it's not something I want to rush into."
"Well, you ca't avoid it forever..."
"I'm well aware, but thanks for the reminder."
"Any time" Quinn smirked over her own coffee.
"Uhm, do you know who else is gonna be there?" Santana questioned after a pause, trying as best she could to be blasé. She knew Quinn was pretty good with keeping up with people from high school, Santana on the other hand, had maintained exactly one friendship, and that was with the girl sitting opposite her right now.
"I imagine most of the senior class. Mike and Tina are definitely going, Puck's a maybe, as is Rachel, I think Kurt mentioned he'd try but may be in London visiting Blaine, I can't imagine Sam has anywhere else to be, Mercedes said she wouldn't miss it for the world, Artie's shooting some Indie movie in Brazil so it's doubtful he'll make it..."
"And that's everyone?" Santana pressed, knowing full well her friend was holding out on her, but needing confirmation none the less.
"If you're asking what I think you're asking... which I know you are, Brittany Pierce is still living in Lima, so I can't imagine she won't be in attendance." Quinn took another sip of her coffee, not even trying to hide her smirk this time.
Santana avoided eye contact, but responded, "Cool."
"Because I'm happpppyyy"
"You'd better answer that." Quinn said, the smug smile on her face almost glowing.
Santana glared at her, but answered the call.
"Hey Dan... Mhmm, yeah... Saturday... I'll book the tickets today, my parents can't wait to meet you too."
Santana cancelled the call, raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at a surprisingly surprised Quinn.
"What?" She questioned.
"Nothing. Nothing at all..." Quinn's tone pissed Santana off, as did the self-satisfied smile she hid behind her paper cup. "So, do you wanna head home Friday evening, or Saturday morning? I think it would be a Britt better to go the day before, but it's entirely up to you."
"Fuck off" Santana muttered, taking a large gulp of her drink.