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Chapter 3

The Next Day

Santana woke up late in the morning the next day, technically it was already afternoon when she woke up. After her tutoring session with Brittany yesterday, Santana got to her apartment and finished up grading some papers and homework. After grading all the work, she went through every single one of her emails (the important ones, spam mail, and links to videos showing cute animals doing weird things) and ended up making lesson plans for her classes for the next 2 weeks. Turns out keeping herself busy with work kept her from thinking of a certain blondie...that was until she got a text from her.

Santana was in the middle of excessive paperwork when her phone lit up. She was expecting it to be a Facebook notification...you know, when people post about how unfair their life is, how happy they are in their sappy relationships, or crappy jokes. But it sure wasn't nearly as crappy as she expected.

Brittany Pierce 3: Hey Santana, it's Brittany! I was just making sure I got the right number.:D

And just like that, the frown that had been plastered onto Santana's face since she started working had been replaced by a small smile. Time to stop working and give your full attention to the text conversation currently going on. Santana put her knees up on the chair she was sitting on and pulled them close to her body so she was hugging them. She picked her phone up off of the desk where all of her papers were scattered on and let her head rest on her knees while she texted Brittany back, the small smile never leaving her face.

Santana Lopez: You have the right number Brittany Pierce with a heart.;)

Santana's goal was to make Brittany blush when she read the message, which she was more than sure she succeeded at.

Brittany Pierce 3: That's good Santana Lopez with a...you win.:(

Santana Lopez: Why did you put a little heart next to your name?

What? Santana was curious! You can't blame her! She really did want to know what the heart meant, it's not like she was trying to stretch the conversation longer than it needed to be or anything!

Brittany Pierce 3: Well I wasn't sure if you knew more than one Brittany Pierce, so I put a little heart next to my name so you know which one I am. You'll know who I am because I'm special one!:D

Santana was pretty sure Brittany was referring to herself as special because of the little emoticon next to her name, but Santana just couldn't help what she texted Brittany next.

Santana Lopez: You sure are Brittany.:)

They continued sending each other flirty messages for a little under an hour. Santana finally decided to end their conversation when she realized how much paperwork she still had to complete. After another hour of boring paperwork, she noticed she already missed dinner time. Grabbing a tub of ice cream, she sat down on her couch and switched the channel to the Jersey Shore marathon that was currently running. 3 hours of Snooki yelling at JWOWW later, Santana had a tub of finished ice cream and an exhausted body. She knew that tomorrow was her only day to relax and having finished all of her work today, she could sit back without any work for a full day. She dragged herself off of the couch and managed to change into a hoodie and some sweats to sleep in. She took off her reading glasses and set them on the nightstand next to her bed and slowly crept under the covers and fell asleep, certain she was going to dream of a certain texting student.

And that brings us to Sunday morning. It was close to 12:45 when Santana awoke. She took her glasses off the night stand and headed towards the kitchen.

She grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl sitting on her counter and sat down at the dining table still half asleep. Footsteps came up behind her chair and a small hand placed a cup of coffee right in front of her. Santana seemed unaware of the other presence in her apartment, almost as if it were normal. The figure walked over and took a seat across from Santana. Santana just ignored the other person and started twirling her cup of coffee around in her hands while staring at it.

"Well well, look what the hangover decided to drag in today." the other voice said.

"Do you have to be such a bitch all the time?" Santana asked with an annoyed tone and an icy glare.

"Says the girl who decided to knock over that little boy's sandcastle over at the beach just because he was standing in front of you while you were, and I quote, 'trying to gets mah tan on!'"

"And because of him I ended up with an uneven tan." Santana tried justifying.

"Whatever, just drink your coffee so we can get out of here...that hangover isn't going to cure itself."

"Shut it Fabray, I'm not in the mood for your crap this early in the morning!"

"It's already 1 o'clock in the afternoon Lopez." Quinn snapped back.

"Same thing and for your information, I am not hungover. You know I don't go out and get drunk every Saturday night anymore, I've grown up!"

"Sure you have. And the only reason you don't go out to get drunk anymore is because you're either already banging some girl at her apartment or you're trying to find some girl who's too drunk to tell right from left at Puck's bar to take home!"

"Jeez Q, some of us actually have jobs and if you have to know I had a tutoring session yesterday."

"Enough excuses, just eat and change, we have shopping to do and lunch to eat!"

"Why do I ever agree to go anywhere with you?" Santana questioned herself.

"Because you love me and your my best friend, now go!" Quinn said as she got out of her seat and pushed Santana out of her chair and into her room to get dressed.

Santana and Quinn had known each other ever since high school. Both were at the top of the high school food chain. Being the main hoes of their school's cheer leading squad, they were the most popular and most feared throughout the school. Santana had been sort of a bitch in high school, actually more than sort of. When she came to terms with who she was and how to accept it, Quinn was the only friend that was actually there for her. After graduating high school, both of them moved to New York to chase their dreams. Santana had hoped to pursue singing, as well as Quinn, but they ended up putting their dreams on the side for a while and finished college at NYU. The board was so impressed with Santana's writing; they offered her a job just a year after she graduated. Santana was a little hesitant at first, worrying she would never have time to do something she actually loved, but realized it was best to settle down before trying to make it in NYC. She realized that she had a way with words, probably because of her songwriting and soon found out teaching was something that just came to her naturally. After Quinn graduated, she took up a job as the manager of one of the most famous restaurants in NYC. They both bought apartments just a few blocks away from each other to make sure they could bug each other as much as their hearts desired.

Around 1:35 in the afternoon, Santana emerged from her room wearing a green and black striped dress that stopped at her thighs. Quinn grabbed her keys and pulled Santana out of her apartment as they ran to the elevator and out the building giggling. They spent the whole day shopping around New York City after eating lunch. They tried on ugly outfits, adorable outfits, and even slutty outfits. Santana even tried to flirt with the cashier to get a discount by pulling down on her dress so her neckline could swoop even lower than it already was. It worked. Hanging out on Sunday was kind of their thing. They vowed no matter how busy they got, they would always spend Sundays together, it was their way of bonding and making sure they would remain friends forever.

After shopping for shoes, clothes, make-up, jewelry, and socks, Quinn and Santana ended up at Santana's apartment at 7 o'clock in the evening. They decided to just order for pizza and watch a movie. Santana went into her room to change her clothes and freshen up, leaving Quinn to pick the movie. As she was going through Santana's DVD collection Santana's phone started buzzing. Santana must have left her phone outside while she went to change. Quinn put down the DVD's and went to pick up Santana's phone. She saw it was Puck calling and let it go to voicemail.

Noah Puckerman, or Puck, had gone to high school with both girls as well. He was the guy that probably slept with the entire population of girls to go to their high school. Santana had slept with him numerous times to convince herself she was straight before she realized the only straight she will ever be is straight up bitch. After moving to New York, something happened to Puck...he grew up. He wasn't the same old high school sex tornado anymore; he was a mature young adult. Heck, he even started his own bar called Puckerman's (creative, right?).

Quinn made sure Santana was still in her room before she picked up her phone. She had a small smirk on her face as she unlocked the iphone and sat down on the couch. Quinn was planning to text Puck from Santana's phone to make it look like Santana was texting him. She loved messing with Santana like this.

"This oughta show her. Nobody calls me a bitch, especially the head bitch herself." Quinn said quietly to herself.

As she clicked on the messaging icon at the bottom of the screen, one of Santana's previous conversations popped up.

"Who is Brittany Pierce and why does she have a little heart next to her name?" Quinn asked herself.

Just then Santana came out of her bedroom in a baggy shirt and sweats and a pair for Quinn in her hand too.

"Did you pick a mov-" Santana started to ask, but stopped when she saw Quinn with her phone.

"What are you doing with my phone?" Santana asked as she stepped towards the couch where Quinn was sitting and put down the extra clothes in her hand on the coffee table.

As Santana took another step forward and reached for her phone, Quinn quickly stood up and ran behind the couch.

"Quinn, this isn't funny, give me back my phone!" Santana demanded and put one knee on the couch so she could reach out and grab her phone which was currently across from her in Quinn's hands. Just as she was about to jump over the couch, Quinn dashed around to the front leaving Santana behind couch. Santana started chasing Quinn who was a lot faster than she looked.

"Who is Brittany, S?" Quinn asked with a smile on her face while scrolling through the messages and still avoiding Santana by stepping behind objects around the apartment so Santana couldn't get to her. Quinn faked right and ran left leaving behind a dazed Santana and running to Santana's desk chair.

Santana's face went pale and she stopped running after Quinn and making a mess of her apartment.

"Shit! How did she find out? She must have read my texts! I'm gunna kill her!"

She slowly turned to face Quinn who was now sitting on the chair in front of her desk. Santana gulped and started walking towards Quinn who was wearing a smirk on her face.

"Did you go through my texts? You little-" Santana said in an angry manner.

"That doesn't sound like an answerrr!" Quinn said in a sing song voice while waving Santana's phone in front of her.

"Nobody." Santana lied.

"Oh come on San! There are literally dozens of flirty texts between the two of you! And there's a little heart next to her name!"

"We weren't flirting! It was just a casual conversation! Besides, she's just some girl." Santana answered avoiding eye contact with Quinn, standing in front of her with her arms across her chest.

Quinn knew what Santana was doing, but this time she wasn't going to get her way.

"Okay, sit down and spill." Quinn ordered with a serious tone as she pointed to the couch and moved the chair closer to the couch.

Santana knew she would never get her phone back if she didn't give Quinn what she wanted. It would feel good to get this off her chest anyways. Plus, she's been waiting for an excuse to talk about Brittany for a while now. She sat down on the couch in front of Quinn and took a deep breath.

"I...uh...likerm uhery." Santana said in a big jumbled mess.

"What was that? I couldn't quite make it out?" Quinn leaned in closer with a smile.

"I...uh...like her." Santana said as she looked down at her hands avoiding Quinn's gaze. She knows she's smirking right now.

"Ahhhh!" Quinn let out a squeak as she jumped onto Santana's lap.

"Q, get your ass off me!' Santana said as she said in between laughs,

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I'm so happy for you!" Quinn said as she hopped off Santana's lap and next to her.

"Calm down Q, you act like I haven't had a date for years!"

"Whatever," Quinn replied throwing in her signature eye roll, "So how pretty is she?"

"What?" Santana asked confused. It's not like Quinn to ask such a shallow question.

"She must be pretty damn hot if you're going through all the trouble to text her just to sleep with her!"

Santana's face went green and she felt like she was going to puke. Her heart dropped to her stomach and the overall temperature of her body started rising. When Santana found a new girl, everyone assumed it was just so she could get close to her, then have sex with her, and then leave the next morning. That's all she ever did and she's never had a problem getting anyone she wanted. But thinking about Brittany like that made her sick to her stomach. She was too innocent and sweet to be treated like that. She deserved romantic dates and sweet presents, basically better than Santana.

"I...don't know...she's...different." Santana whispered.

"Sure, that's what you said about the last 3 girls you got it on with." Quinn said with an eye roll.

"No, I can't do that to her, not that I can do anything to her, but still."

"I'm...s..serious, Q." Santana said.

Santana never stuttered...like ever! Quinn knew that if she did, it meant she was getting uncomfortable. Quinn decided to change the subject. She'll have to remind herself to ask Santana about it later.

"So tell me about Brittany, S!" Quinn says trying to lighten the mood.

And just like that, a giant smile replaces the nauseous look on her face. Whenever she hears Brittany's name or even thinks about her, she can't help but smile.

"Okay okay. She's blonde and like 3 inches taller than me. Her eyes are this deep blue and I could probably look into them forever. Her sense of style is...different, but I guess it works for her. She's like the sweetest and most innocent girl I've ever met. She's graduating this year and why are you looking at me like that?"

While Santana was busy going on about Brittany Quinn was just staring at Santana with a goofy grin and resting her chin on the palm of her hand.

"Santana Lopez...You are whipped."

"Am not!" Santana spat back. She got up to get a bottle of water out of the fridge. She got up and walked into the kitchen. She opened her refrigerator and lifted the bottle to take a long sip of water.

"Yes, you are! You've never acted this way before, except for when you were with-" Quinn suddenly stopped talking. She placed a hand over her mouth before she could upset Santana anymore.

Santana knew what she was going to say. She froze where she was standing and stopped drinking from the water bottle.

"S, I didn't..."

"Quinn. Please." Santana said shutting her eyes.

There was an awkward moment of silence until Quinn walked over to hug Santana. Santana wasn't really the hugging type, but when she was upset or hurt, she turned into this cuddle monster. Santana turned around and quickly returned the hug. After a couple of minutes of hugging, Santana stepped back and flashed Quinn a small smile. It was moments like this one when she really appreciated having Quinn as a best friend although she would never admit it.

Just then the doorbell rang, it was their pizza. Santana went to get it and paid the pizza delivery guy. She came back with a pie in her hand and found Quinn already in her pajamas that she picked out for her.

They sat on the couch and watched the movie Quinn picked out in comfortable silence. The more Santana thought about how Quinn was happy for her, the more she felt guilty about not telling Quinn the entire truth. After the pizza was finished and the movie was over both girls got up to get ready for bed. Quinn was sleeping over like she often did because neither of them had to work tomorrow. Santana didn't have a class and Quinn was in charge of when she had to go to work and she decided not to tomorrow. Quinn grabbed the plates and went to the kitchen to wash them off while Santana got the couch ready for Quinn.

"I have to tell her. She'll kill me if I don't and I owe it to her anyways." Santana thought to herself as she fluffed the pillow for her guest.

"Hey Quinn?" Santana yelled loud enough so Quinn could hear her in the kitchen.

"Ya?" Quinn yelled back as she finished washing the last plate.

"You'll still love me no matter what..right?" Santana asked as she heard footsteps come up behind her.

"Santana, what's going on?" Quinn asked scared as she put her arms around Santana's neck from behind the couch.

"Will you please just answer me?"

"Of course I will! You'll always be my number one bitch! Just please tell me what's going on." Quinn said softly causing Santana to crack a small smile.

"Well, it's about Brittany..." Quinn removed her arms from Santana's neck and came around the couch to sit next to Santana who was now cuddling with a pillow.

"Santana, I swear if you hurt her I-"Quinn started to say.

"No! I could never hurt her! Man, you're threatening me like you're her best friend! Quinn I, she..." Santana said as she let go of the pillow and turned to face Quinn who was sitting next to her. Santana couldn't finish her sentence; she looked down at her hands.

"Santana, you know you can tell me anything." Quinn ducked her head to catch Santana's eyes.

Santana took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"You know how I told you Brittany was graduating this year?"

"Ya? But I don't see how that has anything to do-"

"Just hear me out ok?" Santana begged.

Quinn nodded her head and waited patiently for Santana to tell her what was on her mind. This always happened whenever Santana had something big to talk about. It always took her some time to gather her thoughts and then express them as words.

"Well, um, Brittany is graduating this year from...NYU...and...I'm...her teacher."

Santana was still looking down at her hands when she told Quinn. Santana waited for a response from Quinn. Anger, frustration, maybe even yelling, she would take anything. She heard silence for about 2 minutes.

Nothing.

She couldn't take it anymore.

Santana slowly lifted her head. "Q?"

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