Disclaimer: Don't Own Glee. Or anything else mentioned in this chapter.

Author's Note: You guys are my drive! Thanks for the reviews and follows and favorites. Also, i'm trying make this seem real but, it's most likely going to be OOC. (Well, duh since it's Quinntana.) Another thing, I want to thank you guys for being so patient. I try to update faster but, i'm the type of person that works on things with time. Finally, I would like you guys to leave me some ideas for what you want to happen in the story so I can try to incorporate them into the story, such as: personalities, things you want to see, some strange twists the the story, etc. You can either comment here or on my tumblr (I Am...A Rivergron Shipper, .com) Thanks guys! xoxo


After hours of tearing apart her wardrobe, I finally decided on some tight skinny jeans and a fitted flowery top, topped off with a yellow cardigan. I wore my golden blonde hair down with a thin headband and heels to top off the outfit. I would normally wear a sundress and flats or something of that sort, but I was trying to impress Santana and I need to capture her attention.

I walked into the bathroom and quickly applied my makeup after checking the time. It was 6:47 already and I still had to pick up Santana. Luckily, her house was only about 5 blocks away from my own, although she claims to be from the Lima Heights Adjacent. Santana and I grew up together, so I knew that the claim was false immediately. I applied my mango chapstick before grabbing my phone and running down the stairs. Kissing my mom and dad goodbye, I grabbed my car keys off the table and quickly headed toward the vehicle.

While driving, I hummed and happily tapped the driving wheel as I drove down the road to the Latina's home. At a red light, I pulled out my phone and sent the my best friend a text telling her that I was almost at her house. As the light turned green again, I continued my humming and pulled up the Santana's house. I grabbed her flower from the back seat and ran up to her door.

I knocked softly as the butterflies rioted in my stomach. My hold on the flower tightened as the door swung open, revealing a grinning, elderly hispanic woman. Mrs. Lopez squealed and pulled me into a hug, which I returned with a smile.

"Quinn dear, it's always a pleasure to see you!" the short woman stepped back holding me out in arms distance. "Look at you. I swear you get even more beautiful everyday. You're killing hearts chica." Mrs. Lopez said sincerely before pulling me into the Lopez house hold. "Come on in, make yourself comfortable. I'll go get Santana." she said before walking over the the staircase and calling up the stairs in spanish. After Mrs. Lopez walked into the kitchen, I sat on the couch let my eyes wander over the family pictures.

I noticed a specific picture hanging on the white walls of their living room. It was a photo of Santana and I when we were 8. We were at the park with ice cream covering our faces and wide grins. I remember the day it was taken; My older sister, Frannie, took Santana and I to the park. Frannie was about 15 or 16. We were playing playing hide and seek, when a guy came up to Frannie and I guess she forgot about us. Santana and I wandered off behind the playground, and hide behind a huge tree. Ever since that day we would go to that tree and hide from our guardian, we even carved our names into it. It says: Lucy + Santana= 4ever at the mid-bottom of the tree, due to our height back then. I smiled contently at the memory as Santana ran down the stairs.

She walked over the the couch and pulled me up by my hands with a small smile. Her dark eyes widened as they raked over my outfit. She whistled and smirked with a raised eyebrow. "You look good, Q." she said and winked. My cheeks turned crimson as I bit my lip. "Mama, we're leaving! Estaré en casa antes de la medianoche. Te quiero." Santana yelled toward the kitchen. Her mom yelled back saying ok and that she loved her. I looked over to what she was wearing; A pair of grey skinny jeans, a red M&M sweatshirt and a pair or red converses. She wore her black her down, long and way, the way she wears it when she at home usually playing one lof her many instruments.

"You look good as well." I said as we walked out of the home and to my car, still holding each others hand, which was a huge understatement. She smiled in thanks as her eyes lowered to the flower in my hand. The Latina quirked an eyebrow at me and I mentally face palmed myself. "Oh, uh-I got this for you."I said holding out my hand, trying to give the Latina the white hydrangea flower. It looks as though the hard ass Latina blushed as she took the flower, but I could be mistaken. "They mean friendship and devotion. I looked it up." I said with a timid smile.

"Thanks Q. You're sweet." Santana said as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I hesitated before resting my shaking hands on her lower back. "You ok? You're trembling." The tan girl said with a concerned expression.

"Um, yeah. It's just a little chilly out here." I lied as we walked over to my car. We got in and Santana immediately turned on the radio, smiling as a song came on the station. She turned up the volume. I recognized the song as soon as the beat began and smiled at her knowingly before she began to sing our song.

Yo, my best friend, best friend 'til the very end
Cause best friends, best friends don't have to pretend
You need a hand, and I'm right there right beside you
You in the dark, I'll be the bright light to guide you
'Member the time, time, times sneaking out the house
All of the time, time, times that you had your doubts
And don't forget all the trouble we got into
We got something you can't undo, do

My smile stayed on my face as I drove down the block. This song was our anthem. We sing it to each other whenever we were in a fight or one of us were sad. We sang it when we were dealing with break ups or when we were happy. The point is that it's OUR song, and so many memories wash back into my head when I hear it. Santana turned her body so she was facing me and began to poke at me when the singing part came on.

Wherever you go, just always remember
That you got a home for now and forever
And if you get low, just call me whenever
This is my oath to you
Wherever you go, just always remember
You're never alone, we're birds of a feather
And we'll never change, no matter the weather
This is my oath to you

We sang the song until it faded out and we finished in endless giggles. I was unable to stop smiling so hard, which only happens when it has something to deal with Santana. She raked her fingers through out her hair and smiled, showing her amazingly straight, white teeth. I bit my lip and turned my attention back to the road.


We walked up the the doors of the theatre and Santana held it open for me as I stepped in first. I saw Tina, Mike, Sam and Mercedes as soon as I walked into the building. Santana groaned as her eyes fell onto the blonde haired boy. I smirked to myself as she childishly walked in after me. Santana and Sam always had a strange relationship. We met each other in the first grade when Santana threw a cookie at Sam's head while he held my hand. He cried and Santana laughed, but our teacher made her sit in a desk in the corner behind a box. Ever since that day they never really liked each other, constant bickering and glares. Although, sometimes they are friendly towards one another, their relationship is complicated.

"Gosh!" Sam exclaimed as he watched Santana and I approach him and threw his head to the side. Santana rolled her eyes and I looked at him confusedly. "Napoleon Dynamite?" he said as if it were obvious. I nodded my head in apprehension before Santana march over to buy our tickets. "Okay...Finnster!" Sam yelled over my shoulder. I turned around to see a large Finn in a stripped long-sleeve shirt and jeans, with a short brunette clinging onto his arm. When they approached us, I heard Santana let out a much louder groan as she walked up to me and saw Rachel and Finn. The awkward boy raised his long arm and Sam slapped it before turning the slap into a grip and pulling him in for a quick, one-armed hug.

"Quinnie, I thought it was going to be just you and me?" she whispered sweetly into my ear as everyone chatted, except Rachel and Tina who's eyes were cast on the soft lips placed near my ear. My eyebrows rose slightly. I forgot to tell her that Mike, Mercedes, Tina, Sam, Rachel, and Finn were all tagging along. "Like seriously, you might as well invite the whole damn Glee club." she said as she flailed her hands around and finally crossing them on her chest. I scrunched my eyebrows when I noticed that she didn't have tickets.

"I'm sorry San, I forgot to tell you. Must've slipped my mind." I said. She pouted slightly and it took everything in me to prevent myself from kissing it away. "Where are the tickets?" I asked in attempt to distract myself.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I was going to buy them, but I didn't know what movie you, or in this case we wanted to see." Santana said as she pointedly glared at the group earning a light slap on the shoulder from me. She shrugged her shoulders once again before dragging me with her to the counter and the rest of the group followed us. Santana glared at them again when they followed.

"We actually didn't buy our tickets yet, we wanted to wait for you guys." Mike said defensibly. Santana rolled her eyes and mumbled something, which I'm sure was hilariously rude.

We all decided to see Evil Dead after 15 minutes of indecisive suggestions. Rachel smirked at me teasingly as Santana and I argued over who was going to pay for the tickets, Santana winning in the end. I stopped Santana as the group walked toward the theater and pulled her to the food counter. "If I can't buy your ticket, then I'm buying your food." I persisted. "Now, what do you want?" I asked the Latina.

She smiled slightly. "Surprise me." she said. I shot her a look before she changed her answer with a dramatic sigh. "Sour Wormies, Nerds, Popcorn, and 2 blueberry slushies." she said to the lady behind the counter.

"San, you ordered everything I like."

"I know, I did it for a reason Darkness Falls." she deadpanned. I blushed at her statement, of course Santana would remember that. Once again, memories came back to mind.

When we were younger, Santana slept over my house one night. It was bed time and Santana, being the great influence that she is, persuaded me to stay up and watch movies. I asked Frannie for some movies and she gave me my favorites, Alice in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz. After Santana and I got bored of the movies we were watching, we decided to be rebellious and watch some big kid movies. I snatched to first movie I saw in my dad's movie drawer and ran back to my room then hit the play button. After 10 minutes of watching Darkness Falls, I was already crying into Santana's arms as she rocked me back in forth. Ever since then, I could never watch scary movies without screaming and crying.

The lady came back with the snacks and drinks and I eagerly paid for it with a smile. Santana laughed and grabbed the food before walking in the theater. We sat down in the back which shocked me and Rachel apparently; she gasped as we sat in our seats. The back seats are known as 'The Kissing Row', which is why it shocked me that Santana would sit there. The movie began and I took a deep breath trying to prepare myself for the worst.

Throughout the movie I felt a pair of dark eyes burning through me, but I ignored it. Then, Mia starts talking in a demonic voice with shotgun and I flinch before frightenedly diving my hand into the gummy worms. I felt eyes on me again and I turned around to find Santana looking at me with slightly squinted eyes, the kind that she only does when she's thinking. Suddenly, Santana pulled the armrest up and pulling me closer to her body with her muscular, tan arms wrapped around me. My pulse quickened and I, almost immediately, melted into her. We stayed that way throughout the whole movie. She occasionally would squeeze me closer at the seriously terrifying parts, which for me, were all of them.

When the credits began to roll, Mercedes and Tina got up and looked at Santana and I with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Rachel and Tina make kissing noises at us as they began to head out the door. Mike called us back and told us that their was an end credits scene. Santana scoffed and shook her head before standing up and pulling me through the door any ways, claiming that I didn't need to stay for it.

"So..BreadStix?" she asked with the world's most adorable smile as she shrugged shoulders slowly.

I smiled and nodded my head. "We should ask the other guys too. It'd be rude if we didn't San." I said quickly as she pouted. Santana is never so playful in public, so I began to be concerned. "You okay Sanny?" I said as the other piled out of the theater.

"Yeah, why?" she asked confusedly. I shook my head and hooked my arm in hers.

"You guys want to come to BreadStix with us?" I asked the rest of the group. They all nodded their heads before we walked out of theater and to our cars with Santana still on my arm.