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"Oh my, God! The knocking, Kurt, make it stop!" Rachel moaned holding a hand against her forehead.
The boy eyed her before looking at the door, "it's Quinn." He said, "you know it's Quinn."
Rachel nodded, rubbing her head a little, "I so regret last night."
Kurt nodded, making his way to the door before shooting a glance at her, "you wanna change?"
"Do I really look that bad?" She wondered before glancing in the mirror hanging on the wall, "oh, my God…I'm hideous." She mumbled before scampering off to her own room.
Kurt let out a soft chuckle before he opened the door.
He was greeted with the sight of a beautiful tan skinned girl with light brown eyes and raven black hair. "Hello." He said.
"Kurt!" Quinn peeked out from behind the girl, "I didn't know you'd be here."
The boy wiggled his eyebrows with a smile, "you've been replaced. I'm moving in."
"Oh." Quinn smiled stepping up to stand beside the girl, "well, that's good, I'm glad Rach won't be living alone. I know how she feels about New York overnight." The girl standing beside her gave her a small glare, clearing her throat lightly. "Duh!" Quinn shook her head with slight embarrassment, "this is Santana Lopez." She motioned to the girl before saying, "and babe, this is Kurt Hummel, one of my very best friends from high school."
Santana held out her hand, "Lady gay, nice to meet you."
Kurt looked taken aback, but shook her hand anyway.
"Santana!" Quinn scolded, her eyes popping open in horror, "you promised you wouldn't do that."
"What?" The Latina wondered, to which she got an eye roll. "Sorry, force of habit."
"She's a little judgmental." Quinn said.
"He's gay, you're gay, I'm gay, how's that judgmental?"
"It's all right." Kurt said quickly, hoping to stop the harsh words preparing to slip from his friend's lips. "Lady gay, I've never heard that one before."
"Really?" Santana sounded surprised.
He simply nodded stepping back so the girls could come inside.
"So where's Rachel?" Quinn wondered, glancing around the apartment.
"Uh…" Kurt looked around, "she uh, I think she's in her room. She'll be out soon." He followed the two into the living room and watched with a small smile as Santana helped Quinn out of her jacket before the two of them sat down. "So, uh, could I get you a drink? Coffee? Tea?"
"Gin." Santana said immediately.
Kurt's eyes widened (it was only eight-thirty) before Quinn said, "she's joking, honestly."
Santana smirked, "coffee would be lovely though."
Kurt smiled looking to Quinn who said she'd have the same before he went into the kitchen.
"So did I hear you're replacing me?" Quinn questioned.
"I am." Kurt answered as he grabbed a tray and set the cups and coffee additions onto it before pouring the beverage. "I've asked Rachel if I could move in. I think sharing rent would be so much easier, and with everything happening with Adam, I just had to get out." He finished with the coffee before he came back into the living area with the tray. "I don't exactly know how you take your coffee, Santana so I brought various crèmes and sweeteners."
Santana leaned forward, with a thank you as she began to prepare her drink.
"What is taking Rachel so long?" Quinn wondered, taking a glance down the hallway, "is she showering?"
"That is possible." Kurt mumbled.
"I thought you said she was an early riser?" Santana looked to her fiancée.
"Normally awake at six." Quinn confirmed.
"Forget about that." Kurt waved with a smile, "I want to know exactly how you two met."
Quinn, who was picking up her coffee shrugged, "I told you that last night. We met on the plane to Los Angeles." She silently blew on the surface of her drink to help cool it down before she took a drink.
"I said exactly, Quinn." The boy smiled.
"I'll tell you." Santana told him, "but, you'll have to tell me something about yourself."
Kurt shrugged, "what?"
"Adam?" Santana asked, "is he your boyfriend?"
Kurt frowned. "Adam Crawford…he and I went to NYADA together, it's how we met…And yes, he was my boyfriend. I'd really rather not go into that right now."
Santana nodded, "fine." She looked to Quinn, "well, Q and I met-"
"Q?" A Rachel questioned as she stepped into the living room in an elegant black dress, make-up in place as she was putting in an earring. "What a lovely nickname, Quinn, I suppose you call her S?"
Santana's eyebrows shot up in surprise as Quinn stood up to greet Rachel, however she joined the blonde, standing beside her as Quinn stopped in front of the shorter brunette.
Quinn let out a soft chuckle, "uh, no I don't…but I think Q is a perfect nickname, definitely better than Quinnie." She hugged Rachel quickly before stepping away, "Rach, this is Santana."
"It's nice to meet you." Rachel smiled, "I'm Rachel Berry, Quinn's best friend."
"I know." Santana nodded, "I've heard so much about you." She glanced at Kurt, "both of you really."
"So!" Kurt reached out and grabbed Santana's hand, "you were telling me how you and Quinn met!"
"Yes." Santana nodded as she took her place on the couch once more, lacing her hand with Quinn's once the blonde took a seat next to her. Rachel grabbed the last cup on the tray and took a seat in one of the chairs. "As I was saying, Quinn and I met on the airplane. There was a layover in Chicago, which was where I was at the time, I was visiting my Abuela, we've had a rocky relation ship but she invited me down for the weekend and I couldn't say no."
"Rocky relationship?" Rachel pried.
Santana nodded, "yeah, while my parents were supportive of me being gay my Abuela unfortunately wasn't. She threw me out of her life when I was eighteen. But we've been mending our relationship for a few years."
Kurt nodded, with a sympathetic smile, "I wish I could say I knew what it was like, but my family excepted me right away."
Santana smiled, "it's okay, I've had great friends by my side."
"Anyway." Rachel shrugged, "the plane?"
"Right." Santana nodded, "like I was saying, we met on the flight…"
"Excuse me."
Santana sighed in annoyance from being bothered once again, "look, I already told you I-" she stopped as her eyes met with unfamiliar hazel ones. "You're not the flight attendant." She said quickly.
"No." Quinn shook her head, "sorry to disappoint, I'm actually just wanting to get to my seat." She pointed to the seat beside the window.
"This one?" Santana pointed to the seat beside herself.
"That would be the one." Quinn said with an amused smirk on her face.
"Right." Santana nodded, "cause it sure as hell isn't mine." She quickly shook her head, feeling her cheeks light up as she pushed herself out of the way so the blonde could take her seat.
"Thank you." the blonde laughed before extending her hand, "I'm Quinn, by the way. Quinn Fabray."
Santana took the offered hand with a smile, "Santana Lopez."
"Ooh, People magazine." Quinn read, "anything good in there?"
"Just the normal 'Stars just like us'…'take out their own trash.' 'Shop for groceries.'"
"'Feed their own children.'"
"Oh, have you read this one?" Santana joked.
"Oh, yeah, it's one of my favorites." She laughed, "it's so good to know that stars are human, too."
"I know, it makes me feel like a star myself, knowing that I'm doing the exact same thing Leighton Meester did only yesterday!"
Quinn laughed, as the a voice came through the speakers telling people to shut off their electronics for the time-being and to buckle up.
"And I see you're reading Deathly Hallows." Santana said as Quinn pulled out the Harry Potter book.
"Can't help it, it's a classic." She shrugged, "call me a nerd, but I love it."
Santana laughed before digging into her bag and pulling out her own book.
"Half-Blood Prince." Quinn laughed.
"This one's actually my favorite." Santana said, "but in order for me to read it I have to read the entire series first."
"I'm the same way." The blonde nodded, "I just finished that one a few weeks ago."
"Sorry, sorry." Kurt cut in, "were you two really both reading Harry Potter?"
Quinn laughed, "as strange as it sounds, we really were."
"Uh, match made in heaven." The boy chimed in, causing Rachel to gawk at him. The look was unnoticed by the happy couple.
"That's pretty much the flight." Santana said, "we each put in our own sets of headphones and read our respective books for the duration of the flight."
"Though, I must say," Quinn cut in, "about halfway there, Santana fell asleep and her head fell against my shoulder. She looked so peaceful I couldn't bare to shake her off."
"I was trying to keep that part out." Santana shook her head embarrassed.
"It was a rather normal meeting." Quinn said, "definitely not love at first sight. We spoke on and off during the flight, but other than that we really had no idea we'd be seeing each other again."
Santana nodded, "yeah, I figured once we landed that was that." She shrugged, "so not true. I think it was two days later when we ran into each other at Starbucks."
"I feel like you may be stalking me." Santana said, walking up to the table with the blonde reading the orange Harry Potter book.
Quinn looked up from her page, "oh, my God! Santana, right?"
"I feel touched." Santana feigned surprise, "you remember?"
"Please," Quinn laughed, "are you busy? Can you sit?"
The Latina gave a small smirk, "for you? Definitely." She set her Caramel Macchiato, and took a seat across from the blonde. "So,
Quinn, you're book keeping you entertained?"
"Yes." The blonde grinned as she put her book mark into the page and set the book on the table top. "But I'm sure you could too." Santana quirked an eyebrow as the blonde blushed, "so not what I meant."
"No, it's okay." The Latina quickly replied. "So, why exactly are you in L.A?"
"I'm doing some intern work at a publishing company, I'm supposed to meet a possible client and discuss the book they had submitted."
"Shouldn't you be reading that instead?"
"I'm actually trying to forget it."
Santana winced, "that bad" She asked lifting the cup to her lips.
"Yeah…And I've got to be the one to tell them. Oh, what a lovely job I have." She shook her head, "what about you?"
"Nothing quite that interesting." Santana stated. "Actually, I live in Los Angeles, but I'm in the process of moving to New York."
"New York?" Quinn asked.
"Yeah." Santana nodded, "see I'm a bartender, but I'm also a student. I started school a few years late, I tried to break out into the music business, but it didn't work as well as I wanted it to, so I figured I'd try school as I tried and it might make it a little easier. That and just in case I need something to fall back on."
"I live in New York." Quinn said. "So, call me up if you need anything." She let out a chuckle at her forwardness, "if you want, I mean."
Santana smiled, "yeah." Her eyes met Quinn's with a sparkle, "so are you a writer?"
Quinn nodded, "and actress, actually." She shrugged, "failing actress, but I try."
"Failing?"
"I've been in school plays, a few friends' student films, but nothing major."
"Keep trying. I'm sure it'll happen soon."
"I hope." Quinn shrugged, "or else that drama degree is pretty useless to me."
"Drama degree? Drama school?"
"Yale, actually." Quinn told her, "drama and creative writing. I've actually written a short novel and I'm trying to find the right time to bring it up to my editors. I really want to get printed." Quinn took a small bite of her scone before saying, "and you said music? Are you in a band? Instrumental? singer?"
"Singer." Santana told her.
"That's right." Rachel said, breaking into their story. "Quinn did say you were a singer. I am as well."
"I know." Santana nodded, "Quinn told me all about your Broadway ambitions ever since she met you, and before even. And I've seen a few videos of your performances on stage."
"Which ones?"
"Funny Girl." Santana said, "Wicked."
"Also West Side Story back at McKinley." Quinn added.
"You really have an amazing voice, Rachel." Santana praised, "Broadway's lucky to have a talent like yours."
"Thank you." Rachel nodded. "That's always nice to hear…Why don't you show us your chops, sing a few lines for us?"
"Oh," Santana said taken by surprise, "thanks, really, but, uh…I-I'd rather not, right now."
"Aw, come on." The shorter girl replied, "shyness will get you nowhere, Santana. I'll even sing with you if you'd like."
The tan-skinned girl smiled, "uh, thanks, but I'm fine without singing."
"Okay." Kurt shook his head, wanting to get back into the real conversation, "When did you finally ask each other out…and who did it?"
Quinn and Santana let out a chorus of laughter. "It was Santana, actually." Quinn said. "You know how awkward I feel when asking someone out. I can never tell if the girl is flirting with me or if she's just being overly generous."
"Oh, I know." Kurt laughed, "Rachel, remember that party, back in high school when she asked out Courtney."
"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah…Courtney was so apologetic with her answer-"
"Okay!" Quinn laughed, pushing the hair from her face, "that's far enough down memory lane, thank you."
"Aw, babe, someone actually turned you down?" Santana said with a sad face, causing Kurt to set off in giggles.
"Her name was Courtney Van Louse, she was in our grade at a competing school Carmel High, she and Quinn met at a party when we were seventeen, that's when it happened. They spent the whole night getting to know each other, and Courtney was more than friendly so you could easily see where the confusion came in."
"Really, that's enough." Quinn implied.
Kurt gave a sad face, but he didn't continue with the details.
Santana still let out a soft chuckle as she wrapped her arm around Quinn's waist pulling her a little closer, and rubbing her side.
"So, how did your longest relationship last?" Rachel quirked looking to Santana.
Kurt's eyes widened and his mouth fell open momentarily before he looked between the two dark-haired women.
Santana blinked a few times, kind of feeling like she was being interrogated however she said, "three years from when I was sixteen to when I was nineteen. My girlfriend from high school Brittany Pierce…my best friend."
"Your best friend?" Rachel wondered, "meaning you still talk to her?"
"Yes." Santana nodded, "we still talk, all the time. We've been friends since we were three-years-old. She's married." Santana continued. "To one of my high school friends actually. Sam Evans. They're currently expecting their second child."
"I met her actually." Quinn said, "Brittany's super nice, and so funny. Sam too."
"You know Quinn's longest relationship was six years, a girl by the name of Marley Rose-" Rachel continued.
"She knows Rachel." Quinn interrupted quickly. "I told her."
Quinn and Rachel shared a look before the latter stood up, "I should be going, I have a rehearsal to get to."
The couple stood up as well, "yeah, and I should be packing."
"It was lovely meeting you." Rachel said, looking to Santana.
"You too." Santana replied quickly before she and Quinn headed down the hall.
"Why the hell did you bring up Marley?" Kurt whispered standing up to look Rachel in the eye.
"What?" Rachel shrugged, "I thought Santana should know."
Kurt shook his head, "whatever you're playing at Rachel, you might as well forget it. They're happy, they look good together."
"They don't belong together. I should be with Quinn. Okay, I waited forever for that bitch Marley to screw up and when she did I was there. Me. It should be my chance. Not Santana's."
"Rachel-"
"Whose side are you on anyway?"
She and Kurt glared at each other for another moment before the shorter singer turned away, "I have to go."
"You don't have rehearsal today, Rachel."
"Call me when they're gone."
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