After a two hour flight, the plane finally landed down in Lima, Ohio.
Santana and Laura had been chatting away for almost the whole flight, and Santana was lost in Laura's eyes.
"Hey, what's your number?" Laura asked as the plane hit the runway.
"Oh, erm, let me put it in your phone." Said Santana, as Laura handed over her Blackberry.
Santana quickly added her number to Laura's contact list, noting the number of people there.
Laura inserted her number into Santana's phone quickly, taking a picture of herself and setting it as the contact picture before handing the iPhone back to Santana.
"Hey, Santana!" Laura said quickly, snapping a picture of Santana grinning.
Santana laughed, beaming from ear to ear as Laura set it as her icon.
"We have officially landed safely in Lima, Ohio. I hope you enjoyed your flight, and remain seated until the plane has stopped still."
The pilots voice was deep and husky, booming around the plane as Kurt lifted his head to search for Santana and Rachel.
The plane stopped still, and Santana stood up. She quickly gave Laura a hug and said her goodbye and then moved down the plane to reach Kurt.
"Who was that?" Kurt asked curiously.
"Oh, just this girl I met." Santana said looking down at the ground.
Kurt nodded and smirked, looking in the direction of Laura.
Kurt and Santana shuffled within the herd of people, moving slowly towards the front of the plane. In the distance they could hear Rachel chatting away to two elderly women.
"And you see him; he's my boyfriend, Brody. Well, he's a boy, and my friend. We're in a modern relationship, we're open with each other!" she said, brandishing a photograph of a shirtless Brody during one of Rachel's many NYADA performances.
Kurt and Santana suppressed their laughter and pulled Rachel out of her seat.
"Excuse us ladies, but we're going to have to steal Rachel from you!" Kurt said charmingly, dragging Rachel by the arm.
"B-but Kurt, I wasn't finished telling them about my audition for the reprisal of Funny girl!" said Rachel, pulling against Kurt.
"Yeah, no, honey." Kurt whispered, now pulling Rachel with the help of Santana.
They stepped off the plane into the humid Lima air.
"Smells like home!" Santana said, taking in a whiff of the Lima air.
"Yeah, sure does..." gasped Kurt, taking a breath and then holding his nose.
After heading through various security checks and picking up their baggage, they headed to the doors.
"Mama!" Santana cried as she saw her mother.
Kurt and Rachel exchanged 'awws' as they too searched for their parents.
Burt stood there with a large cardboard sign, while Rachel's dads stood waiting away from the crowds.
Santana waved at Kurt and Rachel and proceeded to leave the airport, climbing into a large range rover with her mother.
"I missed you Tana!" said Maribel, stroking Santana's long black hair.
"I missed you too Mama!" replied Santana smiling up at her.
"The wedding is tomorrow, do you know what you are going to wear mi'ja?" Maribel asked curiously.
"Yeah, I think I'm going to wear that red dress I've had since graduation." Said Santana, picturing the dress, in her head matching up accessories, shoes and a bag.
"Brittany called to see if you had landed,' added Santana's mother, looking at her daughter's solemn expression, 'I told her that it might be best if she gave you some space, is that okay?'.
'Is that okay? Really? I want to see Brittany, I really do, but what if she's right. Damn it Santana, stop double guessing yourself. Okay, I won't see her. I won't call her, I won't even think about her.' Santana thought to herself.
"Yes, mami" Santana said, glancing out of the window yawning.
As she started to drift off, her phone vibrated and the picture of Laura from earlier on the plane flashed up onto her screen.
Hey Santana, want to get a drink tomorrow?
Santana smiled down at the screen, instantly texting a reply.
Oh, I can't do tomorrow .I'm actually going to a wedding, how about Monday? X
Santana quickly pressed send, biting her lip nervously.
Sounds perfect! See you then! – Laura x
Santana smiled to herself and proceeded to look back out of the window, picturing her date in her head.
When Santana and her mother arrived home, a small blue kia was already parked against the pavement.
Santana recognised the car and ran inside, flinging open the door and rushing into the kitchen, where Quinn Fabray was sat at the dining table.
"Quinn!" Santana shouted, rushing to give her a hug.
"Hey! You seem pleased to see me!" said Quinn in her usual soothing tone, hugging back her friend.
"When did you get here?" asked Santana, pulling back from the hug and looking Quinn in the eyes.
Quinn walked through the kitchen and pulled out three large mugs before flicking on the kettle.
"Earlier today. Your mom said I could hang out here for the weekend, you know, since my parents went to that wine cruise."
Quinn rolled her eyes, smirking at the idea of her parents on a cruise full of drunkards.
"Well i'm glad you're here! Now, you going to fill me in on the gossip?" Santana asked flirtatiously.
When the kettle had finished boiling, Santana poured out 3 hot mugs of instant coffee, listening to Quinn's college stories about her professors and various scandals.
Quinn and Santana sat down at the table, nursing their mugs.
"You see, it wasn't really an issue... until he started hitting on me. Like, I know I've liked older men in the past, but he was 57, and my English professor! Such a creep." Reasoned Quinn, gesturing with her hands.
Santana nodded, she took a long hard look at Quinn as she told another story about a college dropout. Quinn had been through a lot during the last few years, the baby drama, the accident and going to college. Yale. She was at Yale.
Quinn's hair was still blonde, but it was cut shorter, and hung just below her shoulders, perfectly trimmed and well kept, not like the time Quinn had tried punk.
Santana chuckled to herself at the memory of Quinn during her punk days, with her pink hair and bob, Santana had always found Quinn attractive, even then.
Santana looked into Quinn's emerald green eyes, shimmering in the kitchen light like the gold that hung from Santana's neck.
'Perfect' Santana thought, getting lost in her exploration of Quinn.
"Wait? What did you say?" asked Quinn.
Santana suddenly realised she had thought aloud, and started to blush, a soft rose pink flooding over her cheeks.
"Oh, erm, I was saying that this coffee is perfect..." Santana said quickly, trying to find an excuse, her eyes darting across the room and then back down to her drink.
"Yeah, sure you did." Quinn said cheekily, standing up and placing her empty mug into the sink.
She twirled round and lent against the worktop, her toned legs on show under her white knee length skirt.
"You look amazing Quinn." Said Santana, looking Quinn up and down.
"Yeah, you too." Replied Quinn shyly, smiling at the ground.