Santana's POV:

Seeing Quinn after so long was both strange and familiar. It was also kind of painful. I really only came here tonight to show off how amazing I still am to all these Lima losers. I didn't expect to see my former best friend show up and I definitely didn't expect to see her looking so damn good. The girl definitely still took care of herself. Quinn's mom was never really my number one fan so when I called her years ago to check on Quinn, she just told me she was fine and that if she wanted to talk to me, she would. I thought about telling that Jesus loving freak of a woman that her God fearing daughter and I had spent a rather heated night in a hotel room where she definitely used the Lord's name in vain at least 100 times, but I didn't want to give the woman a heart attack in case she had more information to give me later.

The truth was that it did hurt when she dropped me from her life like I was nothing. The truth was that seeing her again made me remember the anger I had thought I'd gotten past. The truth was that just when I thought Quinn would always be in my life and I didn't have to worry about losing her, I lost her. I hadn't planned on dealing with this shit tonight and here it is.

I listened in as she told Rachel the same details she had given me. Finn jumped up to go talk with Mike who had come in from LA where he owned a dance studio. Tina was with him. They'd gotten back together a couple of times since high school and they're wedding was in a couple of months. I was invited, but I wasn't sure if I was going. Tina hugged Quinn when she saw her and the group formed around the table. I stayed in my seat because I didn't feel like getting up. I was also convinced that if I moved away from Quinn, she'd disappear again and I'd have to fly to London to get my answers and I don't think I can stand their food over there.

About an hour later, I could tell Quinn was tired of telling her story over and over again and I was ready for my fourth round of drinks.

"Bar?" I asked her as she paused for a moment during her conversation with Mercedes.

"Yes, please."

"You freaks made Q need liquor. We'll be right back." I pulled her up from her seat and put my arm in hers as we walked to the bar.

"I miss you calling me Q. No one over there does that."

"That makes no sense. They're British. They like made James Bond and James Bond has a pretty important Q."

She laughed and I put my hand on the small of her back and ushered her through the crowd that had formed near the dance floor.

"What do you know about James Bond?"

"I dated a girl who was in film school at the time. She had to take a James Bond class. Pretty big waste of tuition for her parents if you ask me."

We arrived at the bar and I ordered our drinks again.

"Tomorrow night, I don't just want to talk about me."

"Um… I'd hope not, you narcissist."

"I don't know what you've been up too and earlier I wanted to ask, but I felt like I kind of owed it to you to answer your questions first."

"You owe me a lot more than that, Fabray. I'd say you owe me your first born, but that seems unfair to Shelby."

"Second born good enough? If I ever have a second born…" The drink was put in front of her and she took a sip. I flashed back to the night of the wedding when we had used our fake IDs to order up a night of impulsive decisions.

"I always knew you wanted to have my babies, Fabray."

She laughed again and I laughed with her as I took a drink. I stopped laughing for a moment when I remembered that she would be leaving again. I missed her. God, I didn't realize how much I missed her until we had gotten back to our banter.

"San, where's Brittany?"

I gave her a questioning glance as we moved aside so another person could order.

"Right now? I don't know. Why?"

"I thought you'd bring her tonight."

"I haven't seen her in a while," I admitted.

"Really? What happened?"

"Nothing. We just grew apart. I talk to her on the phone a few times a year. We catch up. She's been traveling the world on different tours. That's probably going to stop now though."

"Why?" She asked.

"Because she's pregnant."

She choked on her drink.

"What?"

"She's pregnant with her second kid, Quinn. God, you really did move off planet, didn't you?"

"Brittany has a kid?"

"Yeah, she also has a husband. His name is Harold so you know he got made fun of in school. He's a dancer too. Apparently, he's straight, but a straight male dancer is like a one in a million thing so… Anyway, they've been together… I think since we were 20. They got married about 4 years ago. The first kid popped out about a year later. They named her Marriott."

"What? Why?" She laughed.

"Because that's where they were staying and obviously procreating when she was conceived. They call her Mary though. Thank God! Anyway, she's knocked up again so she'll be taking time off is my guess. She lives in LA now. She's still good friends with Mike."

"Wow!"

"You sure do miss a lot when you're not around for 6 years." I felt like I was maybe making her feel bad by continuing to bring up her absence, but I didn't really fucking care.

"I get it. I'm a bad friend or I guess I'm not really much of a friend at all anymore. I can't believe she's married and has a kid or that she's about to have another. Are you okay with that?"

I took a drink and looked at her. She had been gone so long, she thought I still held a torch for someone I hadn't thought about that way for almost a decade.

"Quinn, I'm not hung up on Brittany. She's a friend and I miss her from time to time, but I'm more than okay with her being married to someone that's not me. She and I never got back together after she got with Sam and it's good that we didn't because she's happy."

"Are you happy?"

These are questions I wasn't prepared to answer tonight. Questions about who graduated from what university, who had what job, who was living in what city… those were questions you expect at a reunion. Leave it to her to make me think deep like I'm a damn philosopher.

"Can we deal with the bigger stuff tomorrow? I'm like 4 drinks in right now and I'm already a little tipsy. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to put together complete sentences much longer."

"When did you become such a lightweight?" She teased. Her hand went to my elbow to pull me back toward our table.

"I don't really drink much these days. I'm all grown up or whatever."

"So what's with booze hound Santana tonight?"

"Blame yourself for that one, Q."

"Remember what happened the last time we were drinking at an event involving these people?"

I smiled and took another drink as we arrived at the table.

"Sure, I remember, but I'm not the one who's been reliving it in her mind over and over all these years. No offense, but I mean it wasn't my only experience with a girl obviously."

She leaned in to whisper in my ear so the others wouldn't hear.

"It was my first, but who said it was my only?"