Thank you for the kind feedback and some of the PMs readers have sent. The title is a lyric from 'Born to Die' by Lana Del Rey. Chapters will get progressively get longer and I hope you all enjoy this chapter.


Quinn watches as a taxi pulls up outside her apartment building in Williamsburg. She hurries out of her apartment and towards an elevator which luckily, is vacant. The trip down to the front entrance of the building takes longer than she had hoped and the elevator's giant metal door opens at a steady pace. She opens the front door of the apartment building and Santana has just turned around.

"Q!" She runs up the stairs and hugs her friend tightly.

"Let me get your bag" Quinn walks down the steps and grabs Santana's duffle bag. "Come on up, Lopez." She adds, leading the Latina to the elevator.

They enter Quinn's apartment and Santana stands in awe. "How the fuck can you afford this?" She exclaims, her eyes scanning the apartment. It's not a warehouse space like the one in Bushwick, there are no curtains indicating bedrooms, and there are walls separating the kitchen from the bathroom from the two bedrooms and the living room.

"Oh wait, I forgot. You're a Fabray; of course you can live somewhere like this." Santana chuckles, turning to face Quinn who's closing the door behind her.

"Santana Lopez, you must remember that I have a father who is attempting to get back into my life, plus I work a million jobs and don't get so used to this place. I plan on moving somewhere else soon after. This is just so I can get adjusted to living in the city, near people I know and so I can start seeking out jobs. Plus the neighbourhood's art scene is quite interesting." Quinn drops Santana's bag beside the sofa and walks towards a door in the far end of the apartment.

"This is a spare room. My Mom insisted on me getting a two bedroom apartment in case she wanted to stay. You can sleep here. The sheets and everything are fresh but you should just treat it like your own bedroom." Quinn opens the door to a bright room with a small double bed; it has a wardrobe, chest of drawers.

"You sound like a hotelier" Santana smirks, placing her things on the bed.

"Well I want my favourite guest to have a nice stay." Quinn smiles as she leaves the bedroom with Santana following her. "The bathroom is there, my bedroom is next to yours, the kitchen is pretty obvious and this is your living room for the week" Quinn's arms fly off in different directions, pointing to the important parts of the apartment.

"I actually have to do some grocery shopping really quickly. Would you like to come with?" Quinn asks whilst grabbing a jacket from the coat stand beside the door.

"Oh no, I'll just unpack some of my stuff. You go ahead." Santana stands in her temporary bedroom doorway.

"Okay, well I shouldn't be too long. If there's anything that you would like, let me know." Quinn slings a small bag onto her shoulder. "Make yourself at home."

"Don't you worry, Q. Go shop" Santana relaxes onto the sofa as Quinn smiles and leaves the apartment.


A few minutes have passed and Santana has emptied her bag into the wardrobe of her temporary room. This gives her time to wander around Quinn's home and possibly, maybe, definitely snoop around the blonde's stuff. The DVD collection is mostly classics, typical Quinn Fabray films with the occasional modern epic. The kitchen cupboards are full of mostly healthy foods like pastas, breakfast cereals and spices. The fridge needed more content which is probably why Quinn was out buying for two for the week. The bathroom was warm and Santana felt like she could stay in there throughout the next winter.

It wasn't until Santana appeared at the front of Quinn's bedroom door that she contemplated whether to enter. At 22, it wouldn't be the most mature thing to but this is Santana Lopez here. She moseys on and opens the door to a bedroom which is bigger than her temporary one. The bed is bigger, there is a small flat screen, the wardrobe is bigger, the view is pretty much the same but the shelves are full of books and an odd DVD here and there. It shows how much the blonde has grown up aside from the attributes that she carried on over to her adult life. The place was immaculate.

Santana sits on Quinn's bed which is softer. She checks out the books on Quinn's bedside table. They're novels, romantic novels and Santana blows a raspberry as this is just standard Quinn. There are a couple of huge canvas photographs hung up on the walls, one of 1940s London and the other of Paris near the same decade, Quinn's two favourite places in the world.

There was no photos or items around the apartment indicating an ex-boyfriend or girlfriend, Santana wasn't really sure what Quinn's sexual orientation was after their multiple hook ups. There were some of her friends from Yale, some of Quinn and her mother, two of Glee club and the one beside Quinn's bed was one of Santana's favourite photos, her and Quinn on their last week at McKinley. Santana's finger dragged itself over Quinn's face on top of the glass pane.

She was startled as she could hear the sound of clashing keys and quickly placed the photo back on the bedside table. Quinn entered the apart with two bags of groceries. "I'm back!" She calls, putting the bags onto the kitchen counter. Santana appears from the spare room.

"Hey there." She walks over to Quinn who is taking off her jacket. "I was just taking a look around the apartment."

"Oh yeah? See anything you don't like? I can take anything out for the week." Quinn opens the fridge and begins placing an assortment of vegetables into the drawer.

"Q, this is your apartment. Everything stays regardless." Santana drops onto the sofa and rests an elbow on the back of it, watching as Quinn empties shopping bags.

"Well, okay. I just topped everything up and I was just wondering what you'd like to eat this evening? We could go simple and order in or I can cook something up." Quinn suggested, looking at the darker haired girl idly.

"Let's cook together. It'd be fun for my first night with Princess Fabray." Santana smiles, "Then we can watch something together on Netflix or whatever you have."

"You got it."

Later than evening.

Santana and Quinn stand in Quinn's kitchen surrounded by an assortment of food. Santana stands by the cooker, stirring a combination of onions, peppers and spices together in a pan whilst Quinn begins to plate ciabatta. "Well from the looks of it, we might actually have something good going here." Santana begins whilst holding the pan over the plates she and Quinn will eat from, spooning out the vegetable mix.

"It actually looks great. We'd give that Gordon Ramsay guy a run for his money" Quinn chuckles to herself as she grabs the second pan from the cooker, turning it off in the process. She repeats Santana's step and empties it out equally into the plates. Santana carries both plates over to the dining table and place them opposite each other; Quinn brings cutlery and wine.

"Thank God this isn't that vegan smush that Rachel cooked for like a week straight." Santana says as she settles into the chair. "I couldn't handle anymore of whatever that stuff is." The Latina immediately dives in for the first bite.

"She could easily say the same thing about what we're eating right now." Quinn smirks and Santana rolls her eyes in quick defeat. There's a comfortable silence between them as both of them enjoy a surprisingly amazing meal before Quinn breaks it.

"It's nice to have a decent meal with someone," She says quietly but loud enough for Santana to hear who has just finished the remainder of her dish.

"Have you not had dinner with anyone? What about your Mom? A date? Kurt and Rachel?" Santana picks up the wine glass beside her plate and takes a sip as Quinn swallows the last piece of food on her plate.

"Kurt and Rachel once. My mother a couple of times, although she enjoys the majority of the meal because she's my Mother. I've only been on a few dates since I've been in New York and none of them progressed enough for my apartment to become the next venue. You're the first person I've actually sat down and enjoyed having opposite me." Quinn explains. There's a hint of loneliness in her voice and Santana sadly notices it. "But I guess you have to grow socially and gain friends now that we're out of education."

"You know I was practically a taxi away, right?" Quinn nods as a response. "Well, you've got me all week Fabray. At in this week, I will make sure that everything you haven't had since you've been in New York, you will get in the next few days." Santana returns, a grin appearing on her face as Quinn smiles.

"I'll hold you to that, Lopez." The blonde finishes and the girls clink their wine glasses together.


After successfully washing the dishes without creating a mess from liquid soap and water all over the kitchen worktops and on the floor, the girls sit on Quinn's couch watching a Netflix copy of her favourite N. Sparks film, 'A Walk to Remember.' Santana spends the majority of the time staring at the film with disgust and often whispers words like "This is terrible," "How old and tacky is this?" but Quinn hushes her away.

They're about three quarters through the film where Landon's built Jamie the telescope so she can witness the comet. Quinn knows what's coming and she grips a cushion tightly. They watch as Landon stands behind Jamie and Quinn bites her lip as he appreciates her reaction when she sees the comet through the telescope.

"Do you love me?" Quinn asks rhetorically at the same time Landon asks and Santana rolls her eyes again.

"Jesus" She mutters under her breath and Quinn elbows her softly. As Santana expects from this apparently amazing teen romance film from like the 90s, 2002 though when Quinn corrects her, Jamie says yes to the question and typically a proposal happens and the couple get married in the chapel where her parents did. The Latina knows all too well what happens in these Nicholas Sparks films as the waterworks are yet to be released.

Quinn's eyes begin to slowly well up as Landon explains that Jamie dies soon after. Santana doesn't poke fun at the blonde or the film's ending, she just watches Quinn but listens to the narration of the film. A tear cascades from Quinn's eyes as the final scene of the film takes place.

"Our love is like the wind, I can't see it but I can feel it" is all Santana hears and Quinn holds back anymore tears. For the first time in a long time, Santana sees Quinn crying about a film, not the ruthlessness of her father, not Beth, not graduation, just Quinn being Quinn, crying at a film that she so clearly loves and admires. It was a strange sight. The Latina had seen Quinn cry too much and whilst she didn't like to admit it, it did hurt to see a friend crumble to pieces.

"Would you like a tissue?" The Latina questions, lifting the tissue box from a small table near their feet and holding it towards Quinn.

"Thanks" Quinn says as she pulls a tissue from the box and wipes the tears away from her face as the credits begin to roll. "You're probably thinking about how stupid the film is and how silly it is that I'm actually crying because of it." She adds.

Santana takes a moment to think about what she's about to say. The film was a little shit to begin with and the only decent film adaptation from Sparks' books was The Notebook which she had only watched once and then there was that bullshit Miley Cyrus one that she told Brittany was a waste of her life. "It was good. And you're not silly; it's nice to see you cry." It takes a second for Santana to realise what she says and Quinn looks at her with a 'What?' expression on her face.

"No I didn't mean it like that. I meant it was nice to see you cry, well it's never nice to see anyone cry because crying is sad and I don't really condone sadness but it was- I should just stop talking" The words spill out from her mind as the filter between her brain and her voice-box fails. Quinn waves her hand in front of the Latina's face, shushing her.

"You don't need to explain," She laughs a little, "I get what you mean."

'Phew.'

"It's almost midnight" Quinn adds, looking over the clock that was hung up on the wall near a bookshelf. "I guess we should get some sleep." The blonde gets up and Santana follows as she really has no choice in the matter. The cooking did take energy out of them as did the talking and watching the film made them feel so relaxed, it added to the tiredness. They reach the doors of their bedrooms and Quinn takes a step closer to Santana.

"Goodnight, Santana." She leans forward and places a kiss on the Latina's cheek and smiles sweetly before entering her bedroom.

"Sweet dreams, Q" Santana slips into her temporary bedroom, closing the door behind her and leaning against it, mentally cursing herself for verbally slipping up a few minutes beforehand. She takes off her clothes, one by one and slips on a t-shirt along with a pair of shorts.

She lifts the covers of the bed and slides in, adjusting her position to get more comfortable. For Santana, sleep doesn't come straight away and it often takes a while to click in. But all she can do is stare at the wall which separates this room from Quinn's and she mentally imagines the wall disappearing, revealing a curled up Quinn Fabray lying in her bed all lonely with a novel from her classic lit collection and Santana is determined to be the brightness in Quinn's life for the next 6 days.