I'm so so so sorry for not updating sooner, it's just that I have so much I want to put into the story and I don't want to give too much away too early, and I'm still trying to keep it at five chapters...

...Anyway I hope you're still with me, and that this chapter makes up for my momentary disappearance.


That night had pretty much kicked Santana's paranoia into gear. From then on every time Quinn was in New York she'd keep at least one eye on her at all times. And it wasn't just Quinn she'd watch, oh no! She kept a good eye on her roommate also.

As it turned out the thing that Rachel had wanted to show Quinn that night had been nothing, it was just a few tickets to a show the shorter girl had been wanting to see. She'd actually ended up asking Quinn to come along, but Santana, being the awesome (and concerned) girlfriend she was had 'accidentally' planned something special the same night as the show and Quinn had to cancel on Rachel last minute.

It'd been a couple weeks since Santana had discovered that something between Quinn and Rachel was going on. She'd been sneaking around trying to get some kind of evidence so she could confront either Quinn or Rachel but the two had been so good at keeping things between only themselves that she never seemed to get any information.

It was exactly one month since that day on the couch and Santana still hadn't scrapped up anything really revealing. Right now she was sitting at the table eating cereal whilst Kurt was doing yoga in the living room and Rachel was in the shower, her voice booming through the apartment.

"You think your pants are tight enough, there?" Santana wondered scooping a spoonful into her mouth.

Kurt was currently bent over so he decided to look at her between his legs he gave her a smile, "it makes my butt look nice, no?"

Santana furrowed her eyebrows and shrugged, "I'm not looking."

The boy chuckled as he went into a different stance, "you had to have at least noticed to see that they were tight."

"I'm not confirming that."

"It's all the confirmation I need."

Santana finished her cereal and hopped out of the chair to put the bowl in the sink.

"Santana be a doll and grab me a water, please?" Rachel asked as she strode though the room in her bathrobe, her hair drying in her towel

The taller girl rolled her eyes but still grabbed the beverage from the fridge, kind of wishing it was soda so she could shake it up. "Here."

"Thanks." Rachel smiled reaching across the table, grabbing it from her. "Are you going into New Haven this weekend? Or is Quinn coming here?"

Santana watched her take a swig of water, "I don't know, I'm Skyping with her tonight."

"Oh." The girl took another drink before walking over to her part of the apartment.

Santana followed her movements with her eyes, before she made her way into her own little space. Her eyes fell on her cellphone laying upon her bed, she flopped down beside it and looked at the time. It was only ten A.M. meaning ten hours before her chat with Quinn, she'd manage until then, she'd just need to find something to occupy her time. Looking at the screen again she fell back against the bed closing her eyes. Why the hell did Rachel care so much?

Honestly, she didn't get it.

Quinn was hers. Not Rachel's.

Never Rachel's.

"Hey," The midget's voice rang through her ears so she snapped her eyes open and looked toward her 'door'. "Kurt just told me we're out of Soy Milk. I'm running to the store, do you need anything?"

How considerate. Acting all sweet and innocent.

Santana shook her head distractedly as her phone rang, "no, thanks." She snatched her phone up and quickly unlocked it, "hey." She smiled through her greeting.

"Is that Quinn?" Rachel asked, but before Santana could answer Rachel continued, "say hello for me."

Santana shot her a glare, but it was unnoticed as the shorter girl had already made for the door.

"Rachel says 'hello.'" She said into the phone after her girlfriend had finished her greeting.

"Well, 'hi' back."

"I would but she already left." Santana said, she raised her hand into the air and examined her nails, "I thought we were chatting tonight?"

"If you don't want to talk now, I could hang up."

Santana lightly rolled her eyes as she let her arm fall against the bed, "you know that's not what I meant. I'm just a little surprised is all."

"Well, my class ended early because my professor got sick and I have another hour to kill before next period so I decided I'd call you…but I am pretty hungry, and you seem weird, so maybe I'll go for food instead."

"Don't you dare hang up on me, Fabray." Santana supplied.

She heard Quinn's laugh and it made her heart flutter, she loved hearing that laugh almost as much as she loved causing it. "You can still eat though." She said after a moment, "just so we're clear on that."

"Why thank you for the permission Ms. Lopez, may I also have a drink?" Quinn inquired.

Santana smirked, "I love you." That wasn't really what she intended to say and it had her skin burning but as Quinn said it back with ease she let herself relax. "Hey, I have an idea, let's have lunch together?"

"What? How?" Quinn asked, "did you learn how to orb?"

Santana rolled her eyes, "no, I meant over the phone." She shrugged, "we could tell each other what we're eating and just make small talk, you know, cheesy things that I hate, but I know you'll enjoy."

"How sweet."

"I really am, huh?" Santana smirked. She could literally do this for hours. Talking to Quinn seemed to relax her mood, it made her feel vibrant and alive. There was just something about her girlfriend that made her complete.

"I'm stepping out of my dorm now." Quinn told her, "I'm thinking about going to that coffee shop and getting a scone or something. Would you like the full blow by blow or can I just talk about anything?"

"Anything's good for me."

"Well the weather's been pretty steady here-"

"The weather, Q? Seriously?"

"You said anything!"

"But the weather? Come on, what are you wearing?"

"What am I wearing?" Quinn's tone became confused before she quickly said, "you're not seriously going to try that right now are you?"

"What?" Santana gaped, "I was just asking what you were wearing. God, woman where is your head?"

"Well with a question like that and who it's coming from, what'd you expect me to think?…I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt."

"Is it my t-shirt?"

"Oh, how'd you know?"

"I'm wearing yours."

"Which one?" Quinn asked, "my Yale one?"

"Yale hoodie actually." Santana corrected.

"Aha, I knew you stole it!" Quinn half yelled in triumph.

"Borrowed."

"Oh, so I'll be getting it back?"

"If we break-up." Santana shrugged.

"Break-up?" Quinn's voice noticeably lowered, "why would we do that?"

That got Santana's attention. She quickly sat up and shrugged, "I didn't say we would." She let her eyes trace around her room as Quinn said nothing on the other line. Something was up. She could sense it.

"No, really, Santana? Why would you say that?"

"It was just a joke."

"Well, it's not funny." Quinn quickly stated.

She's definitely hiding something. "Relax, Q, look-"

"I'm gonna have to call you back."

"What! No, what about our lunch?"

"Please, it's over the phone, not entirely romantic."

"Quinn-"

"I'll see you on chat tonight."

"Wait, Quinn-" It was too late, the line went dead. Santana sighed. "So much for that."

There was a knock on her wall, causing her to look up. "I heard defense?" Kurt asked warily. "Is something going on?"

Santana looked at the boy and briefly considered telling him the truth. Her thoughts on her girlfriend and their roommate, but she quickly shot that idea down. "No." She shook her head, "just a bit of a joke gone wrong."

Kurt didn't exactly look convinced, but with the look Santana was sporting, who could blame him. "Well, look, I'm going out to lunch. Starbucks, I'll buy you some."

Santana stood up, "sure, but Starbucks for lunch? Really?"

"They have some really good salad, and their coffee. God their coffee."

Santana let out a chuckle as she joined Kurt on the walk out of their loft. Since moving to New York the only one of the trio that had a car was Rachel thanks to her fathers. Kurt and Santana were allowed to use it whenever the brunette wasn't busying herself with it, however since the girl had gone shopping Kurt and Santana were stuck walking the few blocks to Starbucks. Which unfortunately gave Kurt ample opportunities to question Santana's relationship.

"So how are you and Quinn, really?" He started off with the easier questions.

"We're doing great." Santana shrugged.

"Really?" To that Santana nodded, "so what I overheard wasn't anything major?"

"Just a misunderstanding, really."

"It sounded like more than that?"

Santana sighed as a few taxi's blew past them, "you think we could get one?"

"I'm still exercising." Kurt shrugged. "Santana."

The raven-haired beauty shrugged, "really, Kurt it was nothing. I don't know why you're pressing it."

The boy stopped in his footsteps before quickly pulling Santana's wrist out of the hoodie's pocket causing her to stop and face him. "Then what's going on between you and Rachel?" His eyes never left hers as Santana tried to consider the question.

All she could come up with was, "nothing."

"You're acting like it's more than that." Kurt said, "Look, I've seen bitchy Santana and I've seen sweet Santana-"

"No such thing."

"Quinn and Brittany." Kurt reminded quickly. "Maybe for them." Santana replied sheepishly.

"But the Santana I'm seeing now." Kurt shrugged, "she's neither a bitch or sweet. I can see that something is going on between you and Rachel. And I can honestly say that she has no idea of it whatsoever. And I'm asking you, Santana, I'm asking you to clear the air. Whatever it is that's going on can't be that big. Can it?"

"So I'm thinking the Chicken Santa Fe with a Chocolate Cookie Crumble…what about you?"

"Roasted Vegetable with an Orange Mango Smoothie, I've always enjoyed the…well played." he shook his head, "Santana, you're not getting away that easily. Look, whatever it is you're probably making something out of nothing."

Santana sighed, "Could we just-"

"It can't be that bad."

The girl looked to the ground, not able to bare looking into his eyes at the time, "I think Quinn's cheating on me." She mumbled.

"What? I couldn't understand you." Kurt reached forward and pushed her chin up so that they were eye to eye again. "Repeat, please?"

"I-I think Quinn's…I think Quinn's cheating on me." Kurt gasped in disbelief. "With Rachel."

There was a momentary lapse of silence before Kurt shook his head, "No." He continued shaking his head repeating the single syllable over and over before Santana finally knocked it out of him with a push of his shoulder. The boy stared into her eyes, and what he saw was not pleasing.

Fear.

Rejection.

"Santana-"

"Lunch." The girl stated, "I'm hungry."

"Uh, yeah." He looped his arm with hers and they were off.

It wasn't long until they were seated outside Starbucks under a green umbrella with their sandwiches of choice and drink. "So I thought you were coming for a salad?" Santana asked as Kurt took a bite of his Roasted Vegetable Panini. The boy laughed wiping at a bit of sauce on his chin. "I do enjoy their salads." He said. "And I love the coffee, but the smoothie and panini just sounded so much better at the moment.

Santana nodded, "That does look really good."

"Oh, it is." Kurt agreed taking a sip of his smoothie. "If you'll excuse me, I think I'm gonna get a Cheese Danish."

Santana waved him off as her phone buzzed in her pocket. She quickly finished the bite that was in her mouth and took a drink of her frap before pulling out her phone. What she saw put a smile on her face.

A picture of Quinn in Starbucks, wearing one of Santana's Paramore T-shirts, holding her drink like people do in advertisements. And the description:

Screw the quaint little coffee shop! Starbucks Green Tea Frap, Chocolate Croissant and a Chicken BLT, because, duh! Bacon!
-Q

And not a moment later.

I'm so sorry about earlier, I totally took that out of proportion…I've always thought my clothes look great on you. I love you, Santana.
-Q


It's a little short, I know...but thanks anyway for reading!

Please tell me what you think!

And I just have to say that I am going to miss Cory Monteith with my everything, I know that I didn't know him personally, but he seemed very genuine in interviews and he always came out as comic relief on Glee and I really think that he was a great actor (loved him in Kyle XY) and it's a shame, really, that he's gone. And my heart goes to Lea and his family and friends and all of fans who are missing him as much as me!