A/N: Wow...I didn't expect the reception that I received. Thanks for all the reviews and adds!

Chapter 2: Dear Lover (Teena Marie)

I sat on Rachel's bed as she paced back and forth, she was going on and on about something but I wasn't quite paying attention.

When she had called me into her room, I had been in the middle of opening my mail and now I was rereading a letter from Quinn.

It was like I got sucked in this time warp.

Being on Glee with Rachel had made me immune to her tears...because I mean seriously...every solo made her weep!

Anyway...I hopped off the bed, stormed out into the living room and grabbed Lady Hummel's arm.

"Look...I want to be supportive and all that crap but I have important things to handle. Your hag needs you."

With that being said I shoved him into Rachel's room and pulled the door closed behind me.

Quinn's letter had gotten to me just two days after she had sent it.

It made me feel all kinds of things.

Happy.

Sad.

Nervous.

Curious.

Lonely.

Back from the jungle yet?-San

I shot her a quick text but I got nothing in return.

I jumped when I heard something shatter from Rachel's room and shook my head, happy that I had gotten out of there when I had the chance.

For the next hour I tried to keep myself busy, when Quinn still hadn't texted back, I decided that I would give this letter thing a shot.

It had been forever since I had actually written a letter but I knew the basics.

Except...I wasn't sure if I even knew where to locate a stamp.

I sat at the kitchen table and used some of Rachel's gold star stationary.

I couldn't help my smirk as I scribbled her name off the top before starting my letter.

Under the scribble, I wrote out my name and then set to work.

This was going to be the best letter ever!

Hey Q,

So I am just going to write this without erasing, so forgive me for any errors.

Before I talk about all the sappy shit, let me start off by saying that if you dye your hair pink and stop showering again, I will come up there and kick your ass.

You are so much more than a skank.

Those yuppies have no idea who they are fucking with and it's your obligation to show it to them.

After you got knocked up, you stopped being HBIC and became all rebellious...a little loca...and very much a softie.

Now though, you need to get back to being flawless.

You already did me proud by dumping that geezer and hooking up with this hot piece of ass.

Keep the momentum going.

As for love declarations...it's okay to declare it.

Yea, I'm totally not ready for anything serious, I'm glad that you get that but that doesn't mean that I don't love you.

I have loved you even when I hated you.

You deserve nothing but happiness and love after the hell you went through in high school.

Back in Kentucky, I had this one professor that would start each week with the words TABULA RASA on the white board.

Means clean slate.

That's what Yale is supposed to be for you, don't forget that.

Fuck the haters and just remember who you are.

Make me proud!

Oh and any time that you want me to unpress that lemon...you just let me know.

No strings.

My arms will always be open to you.

No matter what and about that pact...it's something that we could definitely talk more about.

I hope that you stayed safe in whatever third world country that you went to.

And hopefully, you hooked up and if you didn't...you know where to find me. ;)

Sincerely,

Your Lover, Santana

P.S. I totally nailed this letter thing...before you know it, I'll be balancing my checkbook and using a flip phone!

A/N: I smiled the entire time that I wrote this! Just so you know! :)