Roommates

Authors Note(I don't own any of the Glee characters) Enjoy!

Guest 1: I know it's not the most important thing. I don't think I sacrificed attention to detail, though. I just have this weird OCD thing where I like my one shots and chapters to be long. I personally like when other writers have longer chapters, it gives me more to read and I want to do the same for my readers.

EagleHawk: Thanks, glad you liked it.

Henu06: I'm glad, thanks for the review.

Fabray-Lopez: I am too, I love Quinntana Week. I like some drama, but not always.

Jammy! Lol. You're welcome. Like I said, I couldn't not participate. They did progress quickly but that was the point. It wouldn't have been spontaneous if they didn't, lol. I'm glad you liked it, and I hope you like this one, too. Thanks for the review, I always enjoy reading yours. :-)

1and: Lol, you're right it is, and I think it was done in a way that hasn't been done before. Well, as far as I know, it hasn't. But as you read at the end, Quinn and Santana will see each other again. Thanks for the review.

Sidspa: Thank you!


Santana has been planning on moving to New York City since she was in High School. Since graduating, now is the time to put her plan into action. The only problem is she knows living in the city is not cheap, and even though she has a job interview lined up, thanks to her Uncle, she's going to need help paying for the bills and rent. Her friend Brittany gives her a crazy idea to request for a roommate on Craigslist. Eventually she caves, and meeting Quinn, she's happy she took the chance.


Every transition in life is difficult to adjust to, whether it's a new job, new house, or graduating high school and going to college, it's an adjustment. For Santana, she's looking forward to it, not even slightly uncertain she can't be independant from her parents. She always has been. Not that her parents neglected her, she has always just been an independent person since she was a little girl.

For the past few days Santana has been packing to move to New York. She got accepted to one of the best colleges. Her family couldn't be happier and neither could she. However, there is one thing she's a tiny bit concerned about. Finances. She has a job lined up, thanks to her Uncle, but, that alone won't be enough to keep a roof over her head.

Santana would just have her best friend Brittany move in with her, but the tall dancer is going to another school, and the apartment is too far away from campus. The Latina has been trying to find roommates through other friends, but unfortunately they are either staying on campus or already have a roommate.

Santana continues to pack the rest of her stuff with Brittany's help, and they're still trying to think of someone who could bunk with the brunette. So far it hasn't been successful, much to Santana's disappointment.

"Ugh, I didn't think finding a roommate would be this difficult." Santana groans shoving more of her possessions into a box.

"There has to be someone." Brittany says, also packing a box, helping her friend.

"There isn't. Brittany, I even asked Rachel freaking Berry. I was so desperate for a roommate, I asked loudmouth, diva Rachel Berry to room with me."

The blonde chuckles. "What did she say?"

Santana huffs rolling her eyes. "She's rooming with lady lips. No surprise there."

Brittany finishes with the box she was packing then sits on Santana's bed. "Have you ever thought about advertising for a roommate?"

Santana narrows her eyes, confused. "What do you mean?"

She shrugs. "Like posters, or craigslist."

The brunette scoffs. "There's no way in hell I would look for a roommate on craigslist, Britt. That's where rapists and serial killers look for their victims."

Brittany rolls her eyes. "It's not the safest way, but what other options do you have? If you don't have a roommate, you'll either have to live on campus, or you can't go at all because you can't afford an apartment on your own."

Santana groans falling onto the bed next to her friend. "Fine, I'll post on craigslist. But if I end up dead or raped, it's on your shoulders, Pierce."

Brittany just laughs as Santana grabs her laptop to make her post on the website.


"You all packed?" Mercedes asks.

"I've been packed."

The brunette rolls her eyes, albeit with a smile. "Than what's the problem? You have me come over cause you need help. What exactly do you need help with?"

She sighs. "I need a roommate. I can't afford a place in New York on my own, even with my job." She explains.

"Who did you ask?"

Quinn groans, annoyed. "Everyone we know. They either have a roommate, or staying on campus."

Mercedes shrugs. "Can't you just find one online?" Quinn arches her brow. "That's what my cousin did. I mean, yea, it's risky but what else are you gonna do?"

She sighs deeply, knowing her friend makes a good point. "What website did your friend go to?"

"Craigslist."

Quinn's eyes widen in shock. "Really?" Mercedes nods. "I don't know, Cedes. That sounds too risky for me. I may be desperate, but I don't wanna die, either."

Mercedes scoffs. "Relax, I know how to recognize the freaks."

The brunette goes over to Quinn's desk with her laptop, the only item she hasn't packed just yet, and brings up the website. She goes to "housing" then "roommates". There are a lot more than either of them thought so it takes a while to read through them all.

Mercedes and even Quinn are able to recognize the obvious weirdos with their descriptions, while Mercedes recognized the others. There are two Quinn has considered but wants to find a third, just so she has more options.

"Here's a good one. 'Can't afford to live in New York City on my own. Plan on flying, so we can meet in the airport, or anywhere in the city of your choice. I already have a place, we can also meet there. I'm no serial killer or rapist, just a hot, lady loving Latina looking for a roommate. Contact me here: Snixtynine yahoodotcom."

"Yea, I don't see anything wrong with her. I love how she describes herself...and her email address. Even though I don't get the Snix part."

Mercedes shrugs. "She seems more normal than the others you're considering."

Quinn tilts her head. "What about the others aren't normal?"

She rolls her eyes. "Aside from the fact it's probably not a good idea to move in with a dude, this guy calls him self Puckasaurs. He sounds like an asshole. Then there's the other guy, who's gay, so no worries there, but look at his picture. He dresses like my two ear old nephew and my grandfather. Plus, he's obsessed with Broadway, you don't need to wake up every morning to showtunes."

Quinn nods. "You're right. This girl is the better choice. I'll email her now. Hopefully, I won't have to wait too long for her to respond back."

"So, uh-what's going to happen with you-know-who when you leave?"

Quinn sighs deeply. "I haven't figured that out yet."

Mercedes raises her brows. "Better do it soon, girl. Don't string him along, end it already."

Quinn sighs again, knowing her friend is right, she's just not looking forward to that conversation and wants to avoid it all together. Maybe she can just leave Ohio without a word and he'll get the hint. She huffs, and instead focuses on the possible roommate and apartment she'll be getting.


Santana and Brittany are laying on the brunette's bed with their legs stretched out against the wall, while eating pizza. Santana's laptop is placed above her head.

"How long does it take to get a response?"

Brittany shrugs. "I don't know. I never posted on there before."

Santana sighs. "It better not take forever. I plan on leaving sooner rather than later."

"Well, it's been a few minutes since we last looked. Check if anyone responded."

Santana tilts her head back as she grabs her laptop behind her. She sets it on her stomach, too lazy to sit up, then checks if anyone responded to her post.

"Shit, I have four responses."

"Cool. We should double check they aren't going to touch you in your sleep."

Santana nods, then clicks on the first one. "She's kind of cute, and she doesn't scream murder, but my Mexican third eye predicts she's hella boring."

Brittany chuckles, shaking her head. "How many times do I have to tell you you don't have a third eye, much less a Mexican one?"

Santana ignores her, and continues to look through the responses she received. "Ew, no me gusta. No way in hell am I rooming with a dude. With my luck he'll be the asshole asking for a threesome." She moves on to the next.

"She doesn't seem so bad." Brittany says reading next to the brunette. "It says she's a lady lover, too. Maybe you can get a girlfriend out of it."

Santana shrugs. "I don't know if dating my roommate is a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Drama." She says with an eye roll.

"But what if you really really liked her, would you?"

Santana takes a moment to give it some thought, then shrugs again. "Maybe."

"So?"

The brunette looks at her confused. "So what?"

"Do you want this Dani chick to be your roommate?"

Santana sighs, turning her attention to the screen. "She is a maybe. I wanna see what other responses I'll get." She finally decides.

Brittany shrugs. "Ok."

Both wait a few more minutes before checking the website again.

"See, look. Here's a better one. This girl also can't afford to live on her own, wants to meet me at the airport because apparently she doesn't live that far from here, and is offering to pay for the taxi. Hopefully she's hot, too."

Brittany snorts. "What's her name?" She asks trying to look for it in the girl's response to Santana's ad.

"Quinn Fabray. Sounds like a rich white girl name. Her parents could probably afford all of this for her, I'm starting to wonder why she's looking for a roommate."

Brittany shrugs. "I thought you liked her?" She asks, confused.

"I did until I saw her name."

The tall blonde rolls her eyes. "You can't judge her based on her name, that's unfair, San. Your father is a doctor and he's an asshole. Maybe her parents suck, too." She suggests.

Santana sighs deeply. "Yea, maybe. Ok, that was unfair of me. I'm gonna call her."

Santana passes her laptop to Brittany then rolls off her bed and grabs her cellphone. She looks to her screen to put in Quinn's number before calling her.


Quinn and Mercedes are still in the blonde's room, not watching tv waiting for Snix to reply back. Mercedes groans looking at the time.

"How long does it take to read an email?"

Quinn shrugs. "Maybe she isn't home yet. I don't know."

Mercedes huffs, clearly annoyed. "Do I really need to be here for this?"

"Yes. Because as soon as I get a response, I'm putting everything into the truck to be shipped, and I need your help with that."

The brunette groans. "Why can't you leave that for tomorrow?" She whines.

"I want to leave as soon as I can, Cedes. I can't be in this house anymore."

She sighs, flashing a sympathetic smile. "Ok, I'll stay."

Quinn shoots a grateful one in return. "Thanks."

Her cell phone ringing interrupts them. Confused, Quinn answers the phone.

"Hi, this is Snix, responding to your reply to my ad on Craigslist."

Quinn smiles and mouths it's her to Mercedes. "Hi, thanks for calling. I assume this means you want to meet at the airport?"

"Yea. I did have other responses but you seem to be the more logical choice." She says with a laugh, making Quinn laugh in return.

"I don't blame you. What time are we meeting?"

"Early. Seven thirty sound good to you?"

"Yea, that's fine. I have one question, though."

"Shoot."

"Is Snix really your name?" She hears the other girl laughing in hysterics.

"No. It's just one of a few nicknames."

Although she can't see, Quinn is blushing from embarrassment not thinking it would be. "Right, that makes sense. So, what is your name?"

"Not yet. I'll tell you when we can properly meet. I'll see you tomorrow, Quinn."

Before she can protest, the other girl hangs up. Quinn disconnects her end of the line and sits on her bed with a sigh.

"So?" Mercedes asks.

"I'm going to meet her at the airport at seven thirty."

Mercedes nods. "Then lets get your shit in the car. I wanna go home and relax."


The next day...

Even though she was the one that wanted to leave so early, Santana had a tough time waking up in the morning. Her mother almost poured cold water on her before getting out of bed. After breakfast, Santana takes a shower then heads out to her car with her mother on her heels.

"No se olvide de llamar cuando llegues allí." (Don't forget to call when you get there)

Santana rolls her eyes. "You still treat me like a child." She grumbles facing her mother.

"Porque soy tu madre. Siempre serás mi bebé." (Because I'm your mother. You'll always be my baby) Maribel kisses Santana's cheek then sternly points her finger in her daughter's face. "Usted me llama, ¿no?" (You'll call me, right?)

Santana groans. "Si, I'll call." She then sighs, glancing toward her father's old car he left behind. "Papá feliz de ver que me vaya?" (Dad happy to see me go?)

Maribel creases her daughter's cheek. "Sé que lo extrañas, y yo sé que él te echa de menos, también. Por supuesto que no está feliz de conocer a su bebé abandona el nido. Si él lo admite o no." (I know you miss him, and I know he misses you, too. Of course he's not happy to know his baby is leaving the nest. Whether he admits it or not)

Santana shakes her head. "Could have fooled me."

Maribel kisses the brunette's forehead. "Te amo."

She smiles. "Te amo, Mami."

Santana gets into her car then looks at her childhood home with a fond smile. It wasn't always great, but the good times outweigh the bad, and she'll miss it. Santana starts the car and just as she pulls out, her mother stops her.

"Asegúrese de que su nuevo compañero de cuarto no es un asesino en serie! Y mantener un cuchillo debajo de la almohada, también, por si acaso!" (Make sure your new roommate isn't a serial killer! And keep a knife under your pillow, too, just in case!)

Santana just rolls her eyes and continues her drive to the airport, secretly hoping Quinn won't murder her in her sleep.


Unlike Santana, Quinn is a morning person and had no difficulty waking up so early. She makes herself something to eat before showering, then she jumps into her car and rushes to the airport. She's not late, just anxious to leave and meet her new roommate, not bothering to say goodbye to her parents.

At the airport, Quinn parks her car then heads inside, looking for her new roommate as she does. All she knows about "Snix" is that she's a brunette, which isn't helpful. For a few minutes she searches, and is worried they'll miss their flight if they don't find each other soon. She's also starting to think they should have picked a spot inside the building to meet when she feels someone tap her shoulder.

She turns around to the most beautiful girl she's ever seen in her life, even if it's been a short life so far. "Snix" has gorgeous dark hair and brown eyes. Her lips are full and very kissable and soft by the looks of it. She notices her outfit; ripped jeans, a white T-shirt and leather jacket. They're complete opposites, but she finds herself attracted to the Latina. Which is odd to Quinn, since she's never been attracted to that kind of girl before.

The brunette chuckles, seeing Quinn openly checking her out. "You gonna keep staring or are we gonna get to our flight sometime soon?"

Quinn blushes, embarrassed again. "Sorry. We'll get to our flight after you tell me your name first." She reminds the brunette.

She snorts. "Right, sorry. Your distraction distracted me." Quinn blushes, albeit with a smile. Santana holds out her hand. "Santana. Nice to officially meet you, Quinn." The blonde shakes her hand and feels a shock of electricity run up her arm. "You're beautiful, too."

Quinn's heart hammers in her chest. "E-Excuse me?"

Santana chuckles. "Usually when someone gives you a compliment, you say thank you."

Quinn nods, then realizes they're still holding hands and takes hers back. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." The brunette points behind the blonde. "We should go."

"Yea, right."

Santana then takes Quinn's luggage. "You're shipping the rest of your things to the address I gave you, right?"

"Yes. You-uh-don't have to-I can take it myself." She says gesturing to her luggage.

Santana shrugs. "You're paying for the taxi when we get there, it's the least I could do."

Quinn nods with a hint of a smile. "Thanks."

They walk to their gate in silence. Then reaching the plane, Santana lets go of her luggage to touch the outside of the plane next to the door then turns to Quinn.

"Gotta touch the outside of the plane. It's tradition."

Quinn smiles leaning over to touch the plane. Realizing how close she is to Santana, she's able to smell her perfume and is instantly addicted to the scent. She bites her lip as the brunette aboards the plane. Quinn follows behind her to their seats.

When Santana bought her tickets, she got two, planning on taking someone with her anyway. Brittany is driving, and she did not want to be in a car for so long.

Santana puts both their luggages into the overhead compartment. Then seeing Quinn took the window seat, she shakes her head. "No me gusta, blondie. Window seat is mine. Mueva o perderlo." (Move it or lose it)

Quinn also shakes her head, causing the brunette to glare at the blonde. "Sorry, but I get sick if I don't sit here." Santana crosses her arms, still not taking no for an answer. Quinn smirks. "You wouldn't want me to get sick, would you, San?"

Santana huffs sitting down. "Tienes suerte de que está caliente." (You're lucky you're hot) She mumbles under her breath. Quinn hears her, though, but acts like she doesn't understand her.


When their plane lands, and they're able to unbuckle their seat belts, Santana retrieves their luggage from the overhead compartment. Quinn thanks her then follows the brunette off the plane and into the airport.

As promised, the blonde pays for the taxi after flagging one down. Quinn is excited to see the apartment Santana got, but is also curious how she was able to purchase it on her own.

"San?" The brunette hums, as she continues to gaze out the window. "How were you able to put a payment down on the apartment on your own?"

Santana sighs, facing the blonde. "I didn't. Mami lend me some money. She wanted to help pay with rent daily but I turned her down. I told her I could afford it if I got two jobs, she said that would be too much for me and suggested a roommate. And here we are." She explains.

"Oh. So, how big is this place, is it nice?"

Santana shrugs. "It's big enough for the both of us, and it's not bad. Better than the others I was looking at."

Quinn nods then looks out the window herself. The rest of the drive is spent in a comfortable silence. When they arrive at the apartment, Quinn hands the driver the money then both exit the vehicle. Santana insists on taking their luggage up to the room, explaining their room is not that far up.

Reaching their room, Santana unlocks the door, then gestures for Quinn to enter first. The blonde looks around and is surprised to already see some furniture. She turns to Santana confused.

"Oh yea, my Uncle helped get some furniture for us for free. He owns a furniture shop." She explains. "Got us both tempurpedic mattresses, enjoy." She says with a wink.

Quinn snorts. "Thanks."

The apartment is open with the kitchen and bathroom on the left, and small living room on the right. Behind those rooms are their bedrooms, separated by sheets. It's not the best, but better than nothing, and better than the dorms.

"Which room do you want? I mean, technically they're not rooms, and both are pretty much the same size, so no loss there."

Quinn stands between the two, deciding which one she wants then shrugs. "Left."

"K." Santana leaves her luggage and takes Quinn's into her room. "Do you know when the rest of your furniture will be here?"

"A few days, maybe a week, not sure. What about yours?"

She shrugs. "I left mine behind. Asked my Uncle to get me brand new ones. I picked them out in the catalog he sent, though." She explains.

"You didn't want the furniture you already had?"

She shakes her head. "I didn't care either way, my Mami wanted me to keep my room the way it is for when I visit." She says rolling her eyes.

Quinn flashes a weak smile. "I'm going to organize my room."

"Ok. You hungry? I was gonna order take out."

"Sure. Anything is fine. I'm not picky."

Santana nods. "Cool. Pizza it is."


While organizing her room, Quinn gets a few phone calls but ignores all of them, knowing who's calling. She doesn't want to talk to him right now. Quinn didn't tell him she was moving to New York, and in her mind it's better to avoid the conversation for now.

Santana calls Quinn into the kitchen when the pizza arrives, and now the girls are sitting in the living room asking questions to get to know each other, and because they don't have cable yet.

"Ok. My turn." Santana says. "How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

Quinn snorts. "Fifteen. I wish I waited, though. How about you?"

"Same."

Quinn nods. "How old were you when you go your period?"

Santana huffs. "Twelve, I thought I was dying." Quinn laughs along with the Latina.

"I was fourteen." Quinn says after the laughing has died down.

Santana gasps. "Really?" She nods. "Lucky bitch." Quinn chuckles. "Any siblings?"

She shakes her head. "Only child, you?"

"Same."

As they continue asking more questions, Quinn finds herself liking the Latina even more and is surprised she's not how the blonde expected based on her first impression. They actually have a lot in common and the girls find themselves laughing, a lot.

"I'm hungry." Santana says.

Quinn chuckles. "Are you always hungry?"

The brunette shrugs then smiles. "You know what would be really fun?"

Quinn shakes her head. "I don't know, what?"

Santana holds her finger up and leaves the room for a second. When she returns she's holding a small bag of weed. "Some Mary Jane brownies."

Quinn laughs. "Oh, my god. I can't even remember the last time I did that...let's do it." She agrees.

Both go into the kitchen to bake the brownies, or Santana bakes, while Quinn watches and helps occasionally, not knowing how to make them. When Santana is finished mixing the batter she puts it into the oven.

"Ugh, now we have to wait." She whines. "I hate this part."

Quinn snorts. "You're so impatient."

Santana opens her mouth to object but is cut off by a knock on their door, confusing them both. "Are you expecting someone?" She asks the blonde.

Quinn shakes her head. "No. I'm guessing you're not either."

"No."

Cautiously, Santana walks toward the door then stops to get pepper spray from her purse. Quinn mentally curses herself for not thinking of that. Being in the city, she should get one herself when she gets the chance. Santana doesn't open the door yet.

"Who is it?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, I'm your new neighbor, Marley. I just wanted to welcome you into the building." She says through the door.

Santana sighs putting her pepper spray back, then unlocks the door and slides it open. A girl around their age stands on the other side. Santana notes she could be Rachel and Finn's love child. She has brown hair, blue eyes and even dresses similar to the diva. She's also carrying a plate of cookies.

"I baked some cookies and had some left over."

Quinn walks over to their neighbor with a friendly smile, since Santana was just glaring at the girl, and takes the cookies. "Thank you. I'm Quinn, and that's Santana. You can come in." She offers. Santana groans.

Marley waves her off. "Thanks but, I just wanted to give you those and introduce myself. I'm next door, so if you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you, that's kind of you."

She nods. "It was mince meeting you both."

"Yea, you too. And thanks again for the cookies." Quinn slides the door shut behind the other brunette. "You don't like her." She says as a statement, already able to read the Latina's moods. And ignores why she can't do that with a certain someone.

"No."

"Why?" Quinn asks taking the cookies into the kitchen. Santana follows.

"She reminds me of someone."

Quinn chuckles. "Let me guess, you don't like her either."

Santana shakes her head. "No."

Both sit at the table and wait for the brownies to bake. When they're finished, however, Santana receives a text message and grabs Quinn by the hand and pulls her to the front door.

"Where are we going? What about the brownies?"

Santana turns around and hands Quinn her phone. "We can save those for later, I have a surprise for you."

Confused, Quinn has Santana drag her outside and into a taxi. "When did you have time to plan a surprise?"

Santana shrugs. "When we were getting our rooms together. Of course I had to call my Mami, too." She explains, grumbling as she remembers the conversation she had with the older Latina.

They remain silent during the rest of the drive. Mostly because Quinn is trying to figure out where the brunette is taking her. When she does, she gasps. "The Statue of Liberty?"

Santana nods. "Tío David, my Uncle, is meeting us. He got us the tickets."

Santana pays the driver then pulls Quinn to the ferry that's going to take them to the Statue. She weaves through the crowd to her Uncle David, waiting for them. Spotting his niece, the man smiles.

"Santana, tan bueno verte de nuevo. Ha pasado mucho tiempo. Cómo estás?" (Santana, so good to see you again. It's been too long. How are you?)

Santana gives the man a hug. "Bueno. Es bueno verte, también." (Good. It's good to see you, too) Then Santana tugs on Quinn's hand. "This is Quinn, my roommate." She says, now speaking English.

David smiles and kisses Quinn's free hand. "Nice to meet you, Quinn."

Quinn smiles in return. "Nice to meet you, too."

David turns to Santana. "No estabas bromeando cuando dijo que era hermosa." (You weren't kidding when she said she was beautiful)

Santana blushes and slaps his arm. Unbeknownst to the two of them, Quinn understands everything they're saying. Hearing Santana told her Uncle she's beautiful, makes her stomach flutter.

"When does this thing start moving?" Santana asks.

David snorts, shaking his head. "Always so impatient, this one."

Santana rolls her eyes while Quinn chuckles. The Ferry then starts up and starts its journey to The Statue of Liberty. All the tourists take pictures while it does, including Quinn. She receives some more texts and phone calls but ignores them all again. Santana notices the blonde rolled her eyes at her phone and notes to ask her about it later.

Arriving at the Statue, the crowd exits the ferry onto the small island that holds The Statue of Liberty. It isn't until then that Quinn realizes she's still holding Santana's hand. She doesn't let go, though, since the Latina hasn't let go of hers, she figures it's ok.

"Is this your first time in New York?" David asks Quinn.

She shakes her head. "I was here for a cheer competition in high school. Didn't get to see much outside the hotel, though."

"You'll like this, then." He promises.

"Is this your first time in New York?" Quinn asks Santana.

She shakes her head. "I came here during the summers. I can show you around, if you'd like. Show you all the cool places tourists don't know about."

Quinn smiles. "I would like that."

They continue to follow the crowd until they stand in front of the giant Statue. Quinn takes a few pictures on her phone, then David holds out his hand. "Want me to take one of you in front of it?" He offers.

She nods. "Thanks."

Quinn stands in front of the Statue so David could take a picture. Finished, he gives her a thumbs up. Before Quinn could join them, Santana gives David her phone then runs to the blonde's side.

"I want one of us together."

Santana wraps her arm around Quinn's waist. Quinn takes a moment to recover from the closeness and smiles for the camera. They continue to take pictures of the view and The Statue until Santana and Quinn go inside. David opts to wait for them instead.

Santana practically drags Quinn to the top at one point, but in the end the long trek up the stairs is worth it. The view is beautiful. Santana drags Quinn to a window and encourages her to take more pictures. While she does, the blonde doesn't realize someone else has joined them until they speak up.

"Beautiful isn't it?"

Quinn looks over to Santana's other side to see another blonde their age. Quinn notes she's wearing name-brand clothes and seems like a complete bitch. Like she walks around with her nose in the air, thinking she's better than everyone.

"Yea. This is my fourth time up here, but it still amazes me." Santana says.

The other blonde nods. "This isn't my first time, either. The view is my favorite, but I think I might have found something that tops it." She says looking in Santana's direction.

Quinn feels something in the pit of her stomach, and she doesn't like it as much as she doesn't like this girl. Said blonde holds out her hand to Santana.

"I'm Chloe, by the way."

Santana shakes her hand. "Santana. This is my roommate, Quinn."

Chloe nods in Quinn's direction, but doesn't seem that interested. "Nice to meet you both."

"Like wise." Quinn says with the same tone as Chloe.

Quinn then takes more pictures while Chloe continues to flirt with Santana, angering her as she does. When Chloe steps into Santana's personal space, however, that's when the blonde had enough, and steps between them.

"We should go. Your Uncle is still waiting for us." She reminds the Latina.

Santana nods. "You're right. I'm sure you got enough pictures of the same ocean. It was nice meeting you, Chloe."

Chloe smiles. "You too, San."

Quinn groans, only she can call Santana that. Then she takes said brunette by the hand and this time she's the one dragging the other girl down the stairs. Her day was going so good, and now she's angry. Why did that girl have to ruin it, and why did that girl ruin it for her? Suddenly it hits her, and Quinn almost stops realizing why she's reacting this way. She already has a crush on her roommate.

"Shit." She says under her breath.

"What was that?"

Quinn internally panics. "N-Nothing."

Santana shrugs in response. At the bottom, David is still waiting for them.

"See? What did I tell you? I knew you'd like it."

Quinn flashes a weak smile. "You were right, it was beautiful."

"So, what do you want to do now?"

Santana suggested they just walk around town, so after riding on the Ferry again, that's what they did. Quinn enjoyed it, although, most of her time was spent declining phone calls and thinking about how can she already have a crush on a girl she just met a few hours ago. It was eating at her brain, she couldn't for the life of her figure it out. Then at one point, she decided not to and enjoyed the sights and sounds of New York City.

By the time dinner rolled around, it started to get dark, Santana and Quinn were hungry again. So David took them to a restaurant before taking them back home.

"Did you have fun?" Santana asks as they ride the elevator, not wanting to take anymore stairs after today.

Quinn nods. "I did, thank you."

Santana smiles. "You're welcome." Her smile then fades, and then looks like she wants to ask Quinn a question. "Your phone was ringing an awful lot today. Were your parents trying to call or something?"

Quinn scoffs. "No, they would have to care about me to call."

Santana frowns, but doesn't ask any further about that subject. "Who, then?"

Quinn sighs. "My boyfriend."

Santana's gaze shifts to the floor. Quinn notes she almost looks hurt by the news. The blonde then bumps Santana's shoulder with her own, trying to encourage the brunette to look at her.

"There's a reason I'm not answering his calls, or texts."

Santana's sighs, with her eyes glued to the floor. "You don't have to tell me." She then looks up flashing a weak smile. "It's none of my business."

Before Quinn could explain how complicated her relationship is, the elevator stops at their floor. Santana exits first, then Quinn. Approaching their room, the blonde's eyes widen. Standing next to their door, is the last person she ever thought she'd see, and wonders how the hell he found her.

"Sam? What the hell are you doing here?"

Santana looks between the pair then points behind her to the door. "I'll give you some privacy."

It's not until the door slides closed that Sam speaks up. "Why haven't you been answering my calls?"

Quinn folds her arms, glaring at him. "Forget that. How the hell did you find me?"

"Your mom."

She rolls her eyes. "Why does that surprise me?"

Sam steps forward. "Answer me, Quinn. Why didn't you answer my calls?"

She shrugs. "I was busy."

Sam glances to the door behind him. "With that girl?"

Quinn nods. "With Santana, yes. She's my new roommate."

"Why did you move here, and without telling me?"

He sounds hurt, and Quinn feels bad but not enough to regret it. "I just didn't know how to tell you."

He glares at the blonde, now angry and hurt. "So you made me hear it from your mother instead?! How is that far, Quinn?!"

She steps back. "It's not, ok, I admit that."

He huffs, shaking his head. "You know, I must not mean much to you if it was so easy for you to leave another state without telling me about it first."

Quinn knows he kind of hit the nail on the head. He's a good guy, and she does care about him, but she's not in love with him. She never was. And she needs to explain that to him.

"You know, I always felt this relationship was one sided." He confesses, surprising the blonde. "Was I right? Is this one sided?"

She sighs deeply. "Sam, you're a nice guy and that's why I was with you. Because you're nice."

He squints his eyes, confused. "What do you mean?"

Quinn takes a moment to collect her thoughts, thinking of how to explain it to him. "I was a cheerleader, the popular girl who got good grades. I was my mother's trophy to show off and when people started questioning if I had a boyfriend, my mother did, too." She starts to explain.

"She would set me up on dates, including you. The other guys were jerks, and even though I already knew I wasn't attracted to boys, I did it to satisfy my mother. So she would leave me alone. You were the better choice."

He scoffs, shaking his head, clearly hurt. "I was the better choice, that's it?!"

Suddenly their door slides open. Santana is glaring at Sam. "Everything ok out here? I heard yelling." She says, not taking her eyes off Sam.

"Fine." He harshly says.

"You ok, Quinn?" She asks, finally taking her eyes away from him.

Quinn nods. "It's ok, San. Sam was just leaving."

Sam shakes his head. "Why couldn't you just tell me before? Why did you have to play with my feelings like that?!"

Santana strides over and puts space between Sam and Quinn. "I think you should leave now, trouty mouth."

He huffs. "Fine. You don't have to worry about me calling anymore, Quinn." He stomps away, not looking back.

Santana faces Quinn with a sigh. "You ok?"

Quinn takes a deep breath and nods. "Yea, thanks."

"Sure. You know, I reheated the brownies."

Quinn snorts. "I don't think I wanna eat them after that."

Santana shrugs. "I think it's the perfect time after something like that."

Quinn takes a moment to think about it and nods. "OK, you're right."


Quinn is definitely high, and she feels much better than she did before. The blonde is searching through the refrigerator for something to eat.

"Ugh, I'm so hungry but there's nothing good in here." She whines joining Santana on the couch.

Santana just laughs. "You're so high."

Quinn smiles. "Yea, but I feel good. Thanks for making the brownies."

Santana winks. "You're welcome."

Quinn laughs covering her face. "Don't do that!"

The Latina chuckles, albeit confused. "Do what?"

"You made me blush." Quinn says not looking at Santana.

The brunette continues to laugh. "Cutie."

Again Quinn covers her face. "San, that doesn't help!"

Santana takes Quinn's hands away from her face. "I knew it, you do like me."

The blonde looks at her confused. "How did you know?"

She shrugs leaning back. "You were jealous when Chloe was flirting with me."

Quinn blushes, but pouts. "I don't like Chloe."

Santana snorts. "My high is wearing off."

Santana gets up from the couch and goes into her room for a minute. When she returns, she's holding two small blunts in her hand and a lighter.

"What's that?"

"Some blunts. Have you smoked before?" Santana asks sitting next to the blonde. Quinn shakes her head no. Santana snorts. "I'm a bad influence."

Quinn shakes her head again. "No, you're not." She says looking smitten at the Latina, making her laugh.

Santana lights her blunt then takes a few hits before passing it to Quinn. "Do you know what you're doing?" Quinn shakes her head once more. "Just inhale and hold it in for as long as you can before blowing out the smoke." She explains. "I'll light it."

Both girls take turns taking hits from both blunts, filling the room with smoke.

Santana smiles. "Ok. I'm definitely high now."

Quinn chuckles. "Your eyes are so red."

Santana also laughs. "So are yours." She says as Quinn passes her the blunt, then she gets an idea. "Hey, you've never done a shotgun before, have you?"

"Nope." Quinn says popping her 'P'.

"C'mere." Quinn scoots closer to the brunette. "I'm gonna take a hit, then blow the smoke in your mouth, and you're going to inhale, ok?"

Quinn nods. Santana brings the blunt to her lips to take a hit then she holds the smoke in her mouth while leaning closer to Quinn. The blonde opens her mouth so Santana can blow in the smoke and she inhales, like instructed. But neither pull away.

it could be the weed but, Quinn glances down at Santana's plump, inviting lips and licks her own as she does. Before she even realizes who makes the first move, the gap between them closes and both moan at the contact. Santana's lips are softer than they appear and she's now addicted to kissing the Latina.

Santana holds the blunt away from them as they make out. Quinn pulls the Latina on her lap and holds her close by her waist. Needing air, the Latina moves her lips down the blonde's jaw, then travels further to her neck.

Despite what she told Brittany, she really likes Quinn after getting to know her and is regretting even more for judging the blonde just because of something silly like her name.

Eventually, Santana pulls away and turns around to put the blunt down before going back to the blonde's neck. Quinn pulls the brunette even closer.

"That feels really good." She moans. "You think this is a good idea, though?"

Santana pulls away then kisses the blonde. "Yea. I mean, I already really like you and I know you like me. Plus, it's not like we're dating or anything. Right now we're just having sex. Don't overthink it."

Quinn nods. "Ok."

Santana reconnects their mouths in a passionate kiss. As they continue to make out, Quinn is now certain she is addicted to the Latina's lips. But as much as she loves them, she needs to breath. The blonde begins trailing her mouth down the brunette's neck to her collarbone, and between her breasts, pulling her shirt down a little as she does.

Wanting more, the blonde then removes Santana's shirt then her bra and smiles before putting a dark nipple into her mouth, earning a moan. Santana pushes her chest further into Quinn's mouth. Then the blonde goes to her other breast, giving it the same attention before pulling away.

"Take off your clothes."

Santana moans then stands up to take off her jeans. Quinn also removes her own clothes. When the blonde goes to pin the brunette down, Santana beats her to it, straddling her.

"No me gusta. Soy un superior." (I don't like. I'm a top) Before Santana can repeat herself in English, Quinn cuts her off with a snort.

"I could still be top on the bottom."

Santana raises her brows. "You understand me?"

She nods. "Took Spanish in high school."

Santana smirks then leans down and kisses the shell of Quinn's ear. "Luego entender esto, voy a tener que gritar mi nombre tan fuerte, todo el mundo en este edificio se sabe quién soy." (Then understand this, I'll have you scream my name so loud, everyone in this building will know who I am)

Quinn groans. "Oh really?"

Santana nods then licks the shell of the blonde's ear. "Ni siquiera será capaz de soportar adecuadamente después de que he terminado." (You won't even be able to properly stand after I'm done)

The blonde moans. "Enough talking, more action."

Santana continues making out with Quinn, then her lips travel south, then all over the blonde's body. It makes Quinn shiver with pleasure. She can feel herself growing more wet as the Latina continues kissing and touching her in all the right places.

When Santana finally gets between her legs, Quinn groans, bucking her hips. "Please." She begs.

Santana smirks, knowing she has the blonde in the palm of her hands. "Please, what?"

Quinn groans again. "Please, fuck me already."

Santana chuckles as she kisses the inside of the blonde's thighs. "Since you asked nicely."

The brunette first licks Quinn, making her more wet and building her up even more before sliding a digit in. When that's not enough, she adds another while simultaneously sucking and licking the blonde's clit.

Quinn can already feel her legs turning to Jell-O. Her whole body is tingling, she never felt anything like it before.

"Oh fuck, San, fuck." She moans. "Mm, right there. Keep doing that."

Santana smirks. Quinn is doing wonders on her ego right about now. But the noises she's making are also turning her on, and wanting to hear more of it, she slows her rhythm down. Quinn's grunts of protest turn into moans when Santana curls her fingers.

Then the brunette detaches her mouth from Quinn's clit to kiss the blonde's neck. Quinn wraps her arms around Santana, bringing her closer.

"You like that?" Santana asks.

Quinn nods. "I-I'm getting close. But I wish you'd go faster." She moans.

Santana's lips travel back to Quinn's ear. This time she nibbles on it. "Tal vez si pides bien, lo haré." (Maybe if you ask nicely, I will)

Quinn huffs. "Poor favor, go faster."

Santana groans hearing the blonde speak Spanish, and does just that. Quinn moans Santana's name loudly, so loud the brunette thinks everyone in the next building heard, until she reaches her climax. Santana stays inside her and uses her thumb to ease the blonde down.

Quinn take a moment to catch her breath, then before Santana can register what's happening, she finds herself underneath the blonde instead, still inside her.

"Ahora voy a tener el placer de escuchar gritar mi nombre." (Now I'm going to have the pleasure of hearing you scream my name)

Santana moans thinking she definitely does not have any regrets posting on Craigslist to find a roommate, not one bit. Taking the chance of Quinn could murder her in her sleep was worth it, sex with Quinn was worth it.


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