(A/N: I'm taking liberties with the backstory, but I will flush it out. Thanks!!! Please read and review!)

Santana's eyes raked over her former friend's body. She looked better than she did in Highschool, her hair was longer and kept it's subtle waves as it draped over her shoulder. She wore a pale yellow form fitting strapless dress, that hugged her perfectly. Quinn smiled as she pulled Kurt into a hug, her gaze lingering on Santana.

"How are you doing! What are you doing here?" Kurt exclaimed, pulling out of the hug. Santana kept leaning against the wall, Quinn turned to her and smiled.

"Still too cool for hugging?" Quinn questioned. Santana rolled her eyes and pulled the blond into a one armed hug that lasted longer then ether of them expected. Santana noticed Kurt's raised eyebrow and she quickly pulled away.

"I'm always cool, Q." Santana joked, taking a sip from her bottle. "It's good to see you."

"I can't believe you guys are here. Do you live in Brooklyn?" Quinn asked, detaching her gaze from the Latin's.

"Santana and I have a place in Manhattan." Kurt replies.

"You live together! Wow."

"I know right? Who would have thought, but after she dove head first into her emo phase junior year we became friends."

"Dude?" Santana exclaimed, her attention focusing back on her roommate. She smacked his arm, causing him to wince in pain. "I did not have an emo phase." she turned and assured Quinn who laughed seeing Kurt mouthing 'yes, she did.' "But, yeah we thought it was easier than being stuck in dorms. What about you? Do you live near here or are you still in Connecticut?"

"God no. Moved here as soon as I graduated. So I've been here about a year." Quinn replied, "And this is my house. I live on the third floor, Mark's at school with me."

"Oh...OH!" Kurt said excitedly, "My boyfriend goes to Colombia too. Santana over here kinda goes there, but she's in the lesbian program... I mean all girls program."

"Seriously, I'm just gonna beat you one of these days. I go to Barnard, I'm surprised I haven't seen you around." Santana states, after glaring at Kurt.

"Crazy small world." Quinn smiles. "I'm going to grab a drink, can I get ether of you anything?" They both shake their heads and Quinn slips away into the crowd.

"That's random." Santana starts, when she refocus her attention to Kurt. He smirked, "What. Seriously, what?"

"She looks good."

"I know right." Santana slipped.

"Do you think she's the lesbian roommate that Julian mentioned?"

"Dude, how I am suppose know? I haven't talked to her since the end of Sophomore year. Plus, she was way straight and uptight during school."

"She did kiss the girl on the stairs; plus you were 'straight' too in school." He reminded her, Santana had manufactured her reputation through high school, she made it so no one would question her heterosexuality.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Santana mumbled, bringing her bottle back to her lips. "Where is Julian?"

"I don't know. I should go find him before someone try's to steal him from me." Kurt looked around the room. "Everyone loves his accent."

"Who doesn't love a British accent. Go, find your man."

Santana wandered into the lounge room that had a pool table, she hopped up on the ledge watching the game. She was lost in thought when she felt two hands on her knees.

"Hey." Santana stammered, focusing on the blond in-front of her. "This is a great place."

"Right?" Quinn smiled, still standing with her hands on the girls thighs. "We really lucked out. Four of us live here so the price is pretty good."

"It's like 16 times the size of my apartment." Santana replied, trying to ignore the tingling that was running up her legs. "But, then again. Manhattan beats Brooklyn anyday."

"Whatever," Quinn rolled her eyes, pulling away. Someone turned up the music in the room and Quinn grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her out of the room and out the front door.

"Jesus, Q." Santana exclaimed, stumbling over the stair. "I don't remember you being this forceful."

"Things change." the blond shrugged and walked over the the stairs and sat down. Santana sat next to her taking a sip of her beer. Quinn turned and studied the girls face, "You look good, Santana."

"So do you." Santana replied, "So, what have you been up too? Like, no one heard much from you when you moved."

"Yeah, sorry about that. I just needed. I don't know, I just needed a fresh start I guess." Quinn sighed, as Santana nodded in full understanding. "After... everything that happened. Being homeless, then living with Mr. Schuester when he asked to still adopt the baby... Michelle. I couldn't stay. I couldn't keep living in that town and see Finn and Puck, my parents, and my baby. I didn't want to hear what people said about me. I just couldn't do it. I had the ability to start new, so I did." Quinn said stoically, Santana timidly moved her hand to rub soothing circles on her former friends back.

"She's beautiful by the way." Santana said, "Chelle."

"Really?" Quinn smiled, wiping the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. "Tell me what she looks like?"

"She's three. She has light brown hair that's wavy like yours." She says, threading her fingers in silk lochs. "She's small, and has these ridiculously brown eyes that are so soulful. Her favourite colour is green, at least it was last time I saw her. She's beautiful, Quinn."

"She's happy?" Quinn whispered, her head falling forward slightly. Santana pushed the hair that had fallen in front of her eyes behind her ear before cupping her chin and making the blond look at her.

"You made the right choice. Will is amazing with her, and she loves Emma so much." Santana smiles, dropping her hand back on her lap. "She had a picture of you in her room."

"Really?" Quinn perks up,

"Mhum. Yep. She had the one of you both in the hospital and the Glee Club picture when you were pregnant."

Quinn smiled, running her fingers through her hair. "Wait. Did you call Mr. Shue; Will?"

Santana laughs and nods. "Yeah. You missed allot when you left." Kurt and Julian walk out onto the front step holding hands.

"San. We're gonna head home before the subway shuts down. You coming?" Julian asks, not seeing the look being shared between Kurt and the Latina. Santana looked over to Quinn, then back at the guys,

"I'll meet you at the stop, okay?" She asks, as Kurt dragged his boyfriend onto the street. Santana stands up and offers her hand to Quinn. She take it and stands up, ending up closer then ether girl intended.

"Do you..." They both started, Quinn blushed. "Do you wanna, I don't know hang out again?" Santana finished,

"Only if we can talk about you next time." Quinn winked, before grabbing the cellphone that was visible in the Latina's pocket. She quickly typed in her number and handed the phone back to her. "Text me when you get home, okay?" Santana nodded, her eyes flickering between hazel ones and pink lips.

"Yeah." She breathed, "Bye."

"Bye." Quinn smiled, before turning to head back into the house, when she got to the door she quickly looked back and waved at the other girl. Santana shook her head and ran to meet with her friends.

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Santana got home and changed into baggy gym shorts and a white tank top and flopped down on her bed. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket and quickly typed out a message.

S: Hey. I'm home. It was good seeing you tonight. She moved her phone aside and opened her computer, checking her email. Handful of messages to her school account, facebook updates and she smiled and clicked on one of the messages.

Hey San.

I hope you are well. I know you are frustrated about school, but just remember that you are there to be the best and you can do anything you put your mind too. Yes. Even from Ohio I just saw you roll your eyes. Everything is pretty good here, school is school. Sue has a new crop of cheerios and they are evil as ever. Actually, Mercedes little sister just joined. Glee's all right, I don't how how strong we're going to be this year... but we keep trying. Michelle and Emma say hello and that they can't wait for you to come and visit. She finally finished the colouring book of superhero's you bought her... thanks for that by the way she wears a cape at home now. all right, I need to go finish grading tests. I hope you are well and we will talk to you soon.

Will, Emma and Michelle.

Santana smiled saving the email and closing her computer. She pulled the blankets over her body and switched off her light. Her phone vibrated, and she looked at the text.

Q: It was. Do you wanna hang out with me tomorrow... or I guess today?

S: Sure. I have class in the morning, but I'm free the rest of the day. Text me when you are on campus. She put her phone on the night-side table, before falling asleep.