A/N: No, I don't have a beta and I don't know if I want one.
The story was written in third person (omniscient narrator) but this confused some of you. So from now on (from chapter 3 I guess) I will do just POV. And you will get the answers to all of your doubts and questions but for now I will tell you some things.
Santana and Biff met in high school. Santana and Quinn went to Yale to study law. Biff studied law as well but in NYU and was transferred in his third year to Yale. Santana finished her third year in other collage because of what happened with Quinn, and because she had serious problemas with some things. (drug dealer, mob issues). You will know more about that don't worry.
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Is in moments like these that Quinn is grateful for her privacy. Sure, she and Biff are getting married, but Quinn never wanted to leave with him before. Her space is sacred to her. She could do what she wanted because is her damn home, without explain anything to anyone.
The only place where she could be herself.
Quinn looked out of the window of her apartment. The rain was falling steadily as she continued watching the traffic of the city and people running to get where they need.
It's been two weeks since she saw her. Fourteen days and all Quinn could do is think of those eyes.
Watching the rain falls down her window, her mind once again goes back to memories that she wish she could forget.
Flashback
"I hate cold weather, why it can't be summer all the time?" Quinn asked as they walk through the wet streets of New Haven. "You didn't even bring an umbrella with you. How clever you are uh?" She complained, but the blonde was really joking.
"It's not that bad, you're such a baby" Santana said looking at Quinn with adoration.
The blonde gave her a pointed look, shaking with the rain and cold.
"Alright, you know what? I'll do what any lady or gentleman would do in a romantic movie" Santana began to take off her jacket and she put it on Quinn's shoulders as they laughed at the gesture.
It was sweet, and Quinn was already melting.
"Don't be silly, you're going to catch a cold, put your jacket back on" Quinn tries to return the jacket but it didn't work.
"I'm Latina, we have 'sangre caliente'" Santana flirtatious says with her eyes playful looking straight into those hazel ones.
Quinn shook her head grinning "Whatever you say"
It was an awful day, really. Maybe the worse day to go out shopping. But Santana really wanted to go and Quinn couldn't say no to her.
The brunette kept looking at Quinn for awhile and then she put right arm around Quinn's shoulder, quickly giving her a light kiss on the cheek.
Quinn blushed immediately and then she just leaned into her. Enjoying Santana's warm body.
They walked for a few more minutes like that until they reached Santana's house. Quickly running up the stairs and getting inside.
Quinn complained about her roomate the whole way back.
"You know, you could live here with me" Santana says casually heading to the kitchen to make coffee.
Quinn is shocked at first, she doesn't know if she heard right or not. She must have misheard, but she questioned of all forms.
"What did you say?" She asked entering the kitchen, Santana just shrugs.
"Live here with me, why not? I feel lonely sometimes, I wouldn't mind a bit of company, we could go together to the campus"
"Why would you asks me that? Don't you think your girlfriend would be upset about that?" She really doesn't understand why Santana would asks her to live with her.
Less when she has a girlfriend, that's the person that should live with Santana, not her surely.
"I don't mind Quinn, besides you hate your roommate, it would be good for both of us. I'll sleep on the couch until we can buy another bed or we could just share mine, what do you think?" Santana gives her a smile.
"I don't think it's a good idea, I don't know..." She quickly says looking to the side.
The idea of sleeping in the same bed with Santana everyday sounds very tempting to Quinn, sounds awesome. Having Santana right next to her all nights? Her best dream come true.
Go home every day with her, cook together, watch TV together? A dream life.
It would be wonderful. but it would be catastrophic too.
"Why don't you think is a good idea?" Santana asks, giving Quinn a pout. The sweetest thing.
The brunette then started approaching Quinn, she stood right in front of her, taking Quinn's face with her both hands gently removing raindrops that were falling down her perfect cheeks.
Quinn was already in another world with her touches.
"I would love to come here with you every day" She says looking intently at Quinn. Then she kisses her cheek.
She keeps her lips longer than normal though, but Quinn didn't care of course. Quite the opposite.
The blonde has never been able to do anything else than please Santana, it's as if she was born to meet her and fall in love and make her happy.
So she could only answer one thing.
"Okay" Quinn said mesmerized looking at Santana.
"Really?!" Santana asked with a big smile, the bigger smile Quinn has seen in her.
She just nods and then she was lifting off the ground. Santana laughed as she hugged Quinn in the air.
The moment felt a lot like happiness to Quinn.
She comes out of that trance when she hear her phone ringing, she goes to pick it up on the table and sees that is her mom again, she sighed throwing her phone in the couch.
She went to the kitchen to make her another coffee.
It was lunch time but she has no desire to eat. The only thing Quinn do lately was work, sleep and think. Work, sleep and thing again. Think over what her body allowed her to think.
Once the coffee was ready, she went to her couch and star cheking her contacts. She just stops in the letter S.
Yes, Quinn have now Santana's number, one day she asked Biff for his phone and Quinn simply write it down on her cellphone. In any case, an emergency or something, that's what Quinn said to herself.
She sighed and search another letter in her cellphone.
Rachel was Quinn's best friend or the closest thing to a friend that she had in that moment. They were schoolmates and never lost contact and they always visited each other.
When Quinn moved to New York it makes things easy for their friendship because they were in the same city, but work sometimes still keeps them apart. It doesn't matter however, because is never more than two weeks of not seeing each other.
After a few rings she answered, that shrill voice that Quinn knows too well.
"Quinn! To what do I owe the pleasure? You haven't called in days, are you all right? You haven't killed anyone yet right?" Rachel greeted.
Quinn had told her all about Santana. Rachel knew the story since college actually. Back in the time, Quinn called Rachel just to talk about her for hours and sometimes even cry over her. It was a common topic in their friendship, talk about Santana.
But not in the last years, that changed flatly, the topic forbidden to speak was Santana. That was until a couple of weeks ago when Quinn told her what happened.
"Why would you ask me that?" Quinn asked back. She doesn't understand where her friend was going with that.
"Okay forget it, how are you?"
"I don't know" Quinn responded honestly.
The truth is that she really don't know. Since Santana reappeared in her life Quinn is a mess. Unable to concentrate at work and anywhere. When people would talk to her it seems like they are talking to a zombie.
She doesn't sleep well, since exactly two weeks, the issue is driving her crazy. She didn't even wanted to see Biff, Quinn lied to him telling that she was sick and that she wanted to be alone for a couple of days.
A cheap excuse, but it worked.
"Is about her, isn't it?" Rachel asked as if that was the most logical thing to ask.
And maybe it was.
"You can say her name Rachel. And no, why would Santana be the problem, everything that happened stay in the past, its time to look to the future now." Quinn said.
"You say that as if you are trying to convince yourself Quinn, are you sure she is not the problem?" Rachel hadn't heard Quinn so sad for years, so Santana probably had something to do with it.
"Its been four years, she is not the problem, I just have a lot of things on my mind, that's all" Quinn answered a little angry
If Rachel didn't believe her, how she would convince herself?.
"Ok sorry, you want to go for lunch? I'm near your apartment, I finish in a couple of hours,"
"I don't want to go out Rach, it looks so cold outside, you know they are not my favorite days" Quinn informed her friend and Rachel accepted her excuse.
They talked for a few more minutes before say goodbye.
Quinn didn't realize that she has fallen asleep on the couch when she heard the sound of her door. Definitely not the time she would like to have a visit.
She opened the door and she has to force a smile for the person standing there.
"Hey baby, you didn't answer my calls, are you still sick?" Biff entered Quinn's apartment giving her a kiss on the lips.
"I didn't hear the phone," She lie.
"But you are better right? You look good, just a little tired" Biff says approaching Quinn to hug her waist. "I missed you"
"I missed you too" She didn't know if she was still lying though.
Biff leaned in and kissed her, he kissed her passionately and Quinn just returns it automatically, just how it has been for the last years.
"How about you and I... in your room?" Biff says smirking.
"Biff, I don't know if you realize it but I'm not in the mood" Quinn responded with little patience, she pulled slightly back from him.
"It have been weeks since the last time we had sex! And you look so beautiful today, I miss your body, have it all near me" Biff says trying to kiss her again but Quinn looked to the side, so that kiss landed on the corner of her mouth.
"I told you no, tell me what are you doing here?" Quinn asked somewhat irritated and Biff rolled his eyes.
"To see you, what else babe. And tell you that tomorrow is the party. You look good now so tomorrow we will go to a club with friends. What do you think?"
"It doesn't matter what I think, we'll go to that party anyway" She says as she walks back to the couch, ignoring Biff.
"That's right, and you will come, it's a party for the both of us Quinn, not just for me" Biff sat next to Quinn hugging her.
"And... who will go? I mean, from your friends?" Quinn tried to sound casual.
All she wanted to know though, it's if Santana would go. Biff said that she will be there a few days ago., the party was to announce that Santana will be his best man or bridesmaid whatever. So she must be there, right?
"The same friends as always" Failed attempt.
She stop asking because it was obvious that Santana would go to that party.
"I'll pick you up at 8 pm, that's good for you?" He asked without taking his eyes off the TV.
"Yeah, that's good" Quinn says trying to relax in Biff's arms.
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The club was just stunning with only exclusive people. The most important people around New York or the most important visitors.
The club had lots of alcohol and lots of food. Quinn could tell that they had arrived a little late because there was already people everywhere. It was pretty full.
Quinn, however, immediately began to look around the place for just one person, but she never found her.
"Come on Quinn I want to introduce you someone" Biff said leading her where there was a group of people dressed very formal to be in a party.
It was stupid sometimes, this life. Sometimes Quinn think about what would have happened if things were... a little different.
What if she hadn't go to Yale? What if she had never meet Santana? What if her parents weren't so... so them? What if she would have went to NYU?
Quinn could have studied art, the career of her dreams. She could be happy, maybe. Maybe still single but happy. Surely, she wouldn't have had a broken heart in college and she wouldn't be engagement now.
But life it is what it is.
After a while and a lot of introductions later, Quinn went to the bar.
She was alone asking for her fifth glass of tekila. Biff was talking about business with some men and she just couldn't take that boredom anymore so she just left.
It had been two hours and she still hasn't seen Santana. It wasn't as f she was looking for her or waiting for her, is just that she expect to see her a while ago.
Perhaps, she stayed at home to have sex with her girlfriend, Quinn thought. Is Santana after all.
"Why are you alone here?" Her heart stops for a moment.
Quinn could recognize that voice anywhere.
"I've been drink here for awhile, I didn't see you around" Quinn said somewhat distant, but smiling in her inside.
Santana was there.
She turned around to where the voice came from and her mouth almost reach the ground when she saw her. Santana looked exceptionally beautiful. With a black dress that pressed her whole figure and makeup that make her eyes and lips very desirable.
Santana asked for her own drink, oblivious of the deep gaze someone was giving her.
"Is not as if you were looking for me either," She turned around her head to see Quinn, what you could see at least, it was a bit dark in the club "I'm here about an hour ago"
An hour ago? Quinn could have been not bored since an hour ago.
She quickly shook her head though. There's no way Santana could entertain her, she shouldn't even be talking to her right now.
After uncomfortable seconds, there was a short silence but Santana break it.
"So, what are you doing here alone then? Why aren't you with your future husband?" Santana asked.
"None of your business"
The brunette was going to talk again when she was interrupted by a young woman.
"Hey, can I buy you a drink?" The woman said directly to Santana.
Some things never changes.
"No thanks"
"Are you sure? We could maybe-"
"No thank you" Santana repeated and the woman rolled her eyes, before walking away.
"Well, you've really changed. Your little friend between your legs used to love the attention of the ladies" Quinn says with irony while asking for her fifth glass of tekila.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Santana asked, she was taking aback with Quinn's sincerity. "I don't know if you forgot or something, but I don't sleep with all the women Quinn, also I have a girlfriend now" Santana simple said and Quinn got even more upset.
Why can't Santana just be rude or something or answer her with her sassy come backs? Quinn kinda needed that, she needed someone who can fight back with her.
"Good for you" Quinn says before leaving Santana alone in the bar.
It is not until they are about to leave and after many glasses of tekila that Quinn is finally introduced to Santana's girlfriend.
Blonde, tall, perfect body and eyes as blue as the sea.
She's beautiful to say the least.
But is was something that Quinn saw coming. Santana have always had the best women, the best in the market is for her. All of them always falls into her charm, into her sweet words and of course, into her beauty.
Into her crotch as well, honestly.
They fall so easily for Santana that Quinn kinda find that irritating. She ignores the fact that the same thing happened to her.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Quinn" She says as she extends her hand.
But true was, it wasn't nice to meet her at all. She didn't know why.
And looking at her now, Quinn was sure that she was Santana's college girlfriend. The one Santana left, in order to be with her. And for the glare Quinn was receiving from Brittany, it seems like she was in fact, the same girlfriend Santana dumped for her.
Ironies of life.
"I'm Brittany" Says the girl with a beautiful smile while taking Quinn's hand.
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The four of them were sitting on the Vip couch, there were a few people dancing and they were all drunk. All formality and important people were already gone. At that moment in that club were only people who wanted to have fun.
Quinn felt that her head was spinning everywhere, she carefully watched as Santana, Brittany and Biff spoke cheerfully about something.
She just wanted to go home.
"I'll go get more drinks, do you want anything honey?" Brittany shouted through the music getting up to walk to the bar.
"Yeah wait, I'll go with you" said Biff "Do you want something my love" he asked Quinn and she just shook his head.
No more alcohol for now.
They both walked away to the bar, quickly disappearing in the crowd.
It didn't take long for Santana to talk again.
"How long have been you and Biff together?" The brunette asked once they were alone.
Quinn just laughed, ironically.
"I don't have to answer that" says Quinn looking everywhere but Santana. Completely ignoring her.
She knew very well, if there's something that Santana really hates, is being ignored.
"Is just a damn question, and I want to know" Santana tries again with a serious tone, this time demanding an asnwer. That catched Quinn's attention.
Who does she think she is?
"Is none of your damn business Santana" Quinn replied.
After a while, Santana let out a heavy sigh and she stands up shaking her head
"You're right, I don't even know why I came to this club" Santana said irritated "I'll get the hell out of here"
It makes Quinn laugh again. Bursting with irony.
"Yeah, go. That's what you do best" Quinn said a little too loud and angry standing up as well. Now face to face with Santana.
"It's not what I do best, but is what you want now"
What that's even supposed to mean?
"Why don't you just go back to London? That's what I want now" She was angry at Santana, that's why she was saying all of that.
She has been angry for four years after all.
Santana looks at her surprised and at the same time, with knowing eyes, sad. But Quinn is on her right to be mad, right?
"Do you want me far away? Again?"
No. She was dying to answer that.
"Yeah, of course I want you away, you're making things a little bit complicated" A lot more complicated.
The moment Quinn said that though, she regretted it immediately. The last thing she wanted to do was giving Santana the satisfaction of knowing the strong power she still has over her.
But the brunette's eyes softened somehow.
"The last thing I want is to intrude on your life Quinn"
Sure, Quinn scoffed. "You're doing a really bad job so far"
"I thought you would still be single, that's all" Santana said those words as if it were the most logical thing to say. "I'm still kind of shocking"
Quinn didn't even bother to hide her surprise.
"What does that mean? Is this an issue for you? Seeing me engagement and happy?" Not happy exactly, but she needed to say something.
And by the look in Santana's face, she realized that what she just said was a mistake.
The brunette was taking aback with Quinn's questions. she didn't know what to say now.
"Does it bother you?" She asked again, now kinda intrigued.
"Well I..." Santana gets lost in her own words.
Quinn shook her head, the story repeats itself.
Santana was about to talk again but before she could even continue someone else interrupted.
"Sanny why are you with your purse in your hands, are we going already?" Brittany asked with the drinks on her hands.
"Yeah we're going, I don't feel very well" Santana gives Quinn one last look and then she turns around to leave with Brittany following behind.
Quinn was left once again, in the verge of tears.
Once at home, Quinn couldn't stop thinking about what just happened between her and Santana in that club. No matter what, she keep crawling toward her. She can't control it.
The night slowly started to become morning and Quinn wasn't drunk anymore, a little tipsy maybe. But she couldn't sleep, all she could do was thinking about Santana over and over again.
The girls was glued on her mind, maybe even, still in her heart.
After a while, and guided by an impulse, she grabbed her phone and sent a message.
-You never answered me-
She regretted it the moment she sent the message.
Several seconds after, Quinn never thought that she would get an answer to that when her cell phone rang, she couldn't stop reading the message over and over again.
-Are you alone? Send me your address?-
And well, she sent the address.