A/N – Thanks everyone! I wrote this chapter first, so all the previous ones had to link to this so I hope you don't feel its too rushed or all over the place.
And thanks very much for the reviews! Really appreciate it :)
Notes regarding songs;
-Italics = Quinn
-Underlined = Santana
-Bold = Rachel
-Normal = Everyone
Quinn POV
We walked into the apartment and were surprised to find the lights off. It appeared that no one was home. I checked my phone.
"Kurt did say 4:30 right?" I asked turning to Santana.
"Berry must be running late." She said.
We hadn't really discussed our last encounter with each other which resulted in slapping each other across the face. I did feel bad about it and knew I was going to end up apologising but not until Santana did. I did have a little pride left.
"Don't know why Kurt called us, I mean yes we both have experience with things like this but the two of us together." Santana said. "He does know about the fight"
"Maybe he wanted us to resolve it." I said. "And get over it."
Santana let out a laugh. "Typical Hummel getting into everyone else's business."
"He means good with it." I said. "I do want us to be friends again."
Santana turned to face me. "I don't,"
I couldn't stop the disappointment from showing on my face. I moved to walk away but Santana's arm reached out to stop me.
"Not in a bad way." Santana mumbled, a softness in her voice. I didn't understand what she was saying, did she want to be friends again or not?
"In what way then?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. A few moments passed before Santana broke the silence.
"In this way." And with that she knelt in and placed her lips onto mine. I was shocked but a small part of me didn't mind that Santana was kissing me. Santana made to pull back but I placed my hands on her shoulders pulling her in and deepening the kiss. Santana let out a moan. I pulled back with a smile on my face.
"Huh," Santana let out.
Before we could do anything else, Rachel's voice echoed in the hallway and we remembered why we were here in the first place apartment.
"Kurt, the hipster from downstairs with the curlicue moustache wants to borrow your Russian hat."
Rachel swung open the door and raised her hands to her mouth at the shock of seeing us two stood in her apartment.
"Oh my god!," She squealed. "What are you doing here?"
"Lady Hummel called, begging us to do an emergency intervention." Santana said. We shared eye contact at the thought of Kurt's call becoming more than just an intervention for Rachel.
"On who?" Rachel asked.
"You," I said.
Rachel looked taken aback.
"I think we should sit down for this," Santana said.
"Right, follow me." Rachel said, leading us over to some chairs. Santana motioned for Rachel to sit in one and moved another two to face her. We both sat down facing Rachel.
A few moments passed before Rachel spoke.
"So let me get this straight," Rachel started. "You guys came all the way to New York just to talk to me because Kurt called you?"
"We're also here to shop." Santana said. I knew Santana was going to make comments like that throughout the whole conversation to take away from the fact that she actual cares a little for Rachel. I decided to express my own thoughts on the situation between Santana and I.
"And we're here to apologise to Quinn for slapping her across the face very, very hard." I said, looking over at Santana.
"In theory." Santana said. "We'll just see if that happens."
We shared a look and Rachel just looked on at the two of us.
"Rachel," Santana said facing her. "You cannot do a nude scene."
"It's not a nude scene," Rachel interrupted. "It's just a topless scene."
"Same thing." Santana said. "Topless is as nude as anyone is ever going to want to see you."
"Lets say you do it." I said. "Think about the 2-2-2 rule. In two weeks, how are you going to feel about the nude scene?"
Thinking of the rule only made me wonder why I was never told about it before I left McKinley. Would've saved me all the Beth and Shelby drama.
"You'll probably feel pretty great." Santana said continuing on my sentence.
"Yeah," Rachel agreed.
"You'll get to feel a nice, cool breeze on them 'skeeter bites," Santana continued. "You'll feel refreshed even."
"Then, how are you gonna feel about it two months for now?" I asked.
"I don't know." Rachel admitted. "Nervous? Worried it may not even be good?"
"Rachel, its a student film." Santana said. "It's not going to be good"
"And two years from now?" I asked, ignoring Santana's comment. "How are you going to feel about it then?"
"Guilty," Rachel said. "Just, hoping my kids wont ever see it online."
"Oh, they'll see it," Santana said. I nodded my head in agreement. "And they will never be the same."
"Okay, wait." Rachel said. "Why am I even taking advice from you. Okay, didn't you have a sex tape that leaked online?"
"Yes, I did." Santana said. "A sex tape that follows me around to this very day. Look my name up on the internet right now."
I bristled slightly at the reminder of Santana's relationship with Brittany but there was also something else. I made to act indifferent, almost surprised, though failing, at the idea of the sex tape being online but more so compliant with the notion that I hadn't seen it before. That I hadn't looked it up, that I didn't already know all about it. I mean obviously because its about my two best friends and I had to make sure it was them... right?
Rachel picked up her phone and googled 'Santana Lopez'.
"Santana Lopez, nude, lez, boobies, sex tape, Mexican or Dominican question mark" Rachel said, looking at Santana over the top of her phone.
"Booyah," Santana said. "That will exist forever."
"But Santana," Rachel said. "Some women find it empowering to be naked on film."
"Yes," She responded. "But not in a student film that is probably about someone's grandma with Alzheimers."
"Look," I said, moving Rachel's attention from Santana. "We care about you."
"And for once, Rachel." Santana said. I looked at her. "We actually have your best interests in mind."
"Please don't do it," I said, hoping to get through to Rachel.
"I'm going to do it." Rachel said, moving to get up. "I'd better go, filming starts in half an hour."
"Rachel," I tried.
"No Quinn, I'm serious." Rachel walked away. "I'll see you guys later."
"Well that went well." Santana said as the sound of the front door slamming echoed through the apartment. I could only look at her. What were we going to do now?
We'd been sat for 45 minutes figuring out what to do.
"Just ring Kurt," I said. "He'll tell us where to be when it ends."
"You heard the woman Q," Santana said. "She's going to do it."
"Regardless Santana," I answered. "She'll still need us at the end."
Santana let out a sigh and went over to ring Kurt. I couldn't make out what Kurt was saying and could only go by Santana's side of the conversation.
"Hummel."
"No, she's still going through with it."
"Don't you think we tried everything."
"Stop getting mad at me."
"Where would she go afterwards?"
"Okay, thanks."
"Bye Kurt."
Santana hung up.
"What did he say?" I asked.
"She'll want to sing afterwards. So we're going to only place Kurt thinks she'd go."
"Let go then." I smiled at her.
"Follow me," She said, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the apartment.
"Is this really where Kurt said to go?" I asked, looking around at the small stage. It wasn't quite the stage I'd imagine Rachel running to sing on.
"Yes, this is where he said." Santana answered, walking down on the stage.
"Now we wait." I said following her. Once I was on the stage, I reached out to grab Santana's hand. I didn't know what exactly our previous kiss meant for us but I knew it had changed something.
Santana smiled at our joined hands before looking up at me. I moved in, placing a chaste kiss on her lips. I smiled at her. She look surprised that I was the one to kiss her this time.
"Full of surprises you are," She laughed.
Just like before we were interrupted by the sound of Rachel but this time she was singing. Santana looked at me as if to say "Are you ready?" and I nodded my head in response.
"Head under water
And they tell me
To breathe easy for awhile
Breathing gets harder, even I know that
Made room for me
It's too soon to see, if I'm happy in your hands
I'm unusually, hard to hold onto
Convinced me to please you,"
Rachel swung open the doors and made her way towards the stage. I pulled away from Santana to watch her come towards us.
"Made me think, that I need this too
I'm trying to let you
Hear me as I am,"
"I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you asked for, cause you need one
You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you tell me it's make or break in this,
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay,
If all you have is leaving
I'm gonna need a better reason to write you, a love song today,"
Santana smiled at me before motioning for me to take the lead.
"Promise me, that you'll leave the light on"
I saw Rachel and Santana sharing a hug out of the corner of my eye.
"Cause I believe, there's a way
You can love me, because I say,"
"I won't write you a love song
Cause you asked for it, cause you need one,"
Rachel pointed to me.
"You see, I'm not gonna write you a love song
Cause you tell me it's make or break in this,"
I couldn't help but direct this to Santana as I sung and we smiled at each other.
"Is that why you wanted a love song?"
"A love song,"
"Cause you tell me it's make or break in this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you,"
"Write you"
"To stay
If your heart is nowhere in it
I don't want it for a minute babe,"
"I'll walk the seven seas,"
"Walk the seven seas,"
"When I believe that there's a reason to write you,"
"Write you,"
"A love song today,"
"Today,"
"Hey, today,"
"I won't write you a love song,"
"Yeah,"
"Today,"
"I won't write you a love song,"
"Today,"
Once we stopped singing, Rachel expressed her happiness at us being there by pulling us into a group hug.
"Thank you guys so much," Rachel said, ending the hug but still holding onto our hands. "It's like my dads say, you can't make new old friends."
"No regrets?" I asked, we'd both already figured out that Rachel hadn't gone through with the topless scene.
"None," Rachel said. "But do you guys have to go? Can you stay a little bit longer? Cause I would love to buy you dinner."
"I'm in," I said, looking at Santana.
"Sure," Santana smiled.
"Good, okay." Rachel exclaimed excitedly as she lead the way back to her apartment.
I couldn't stop staring at Santana as we followed Rachel's lead.
"I'm in no rush to get back to Kentucky," Santana said. "I think I could get used to it here in New York. It's more my speed."
Santana looked to me, a playful look in her eyes and made to walk in front of me. I slowed down a little and couldn't help giving her behind a once over as she walked off. I wondered what she meant by that though I knew I was going to have to wait and find out.
After Rachel had taken us out for dinner, I had managed to get Santana alone. We were sat out on the fire escape. We needed to discuss what all this meant but I knew Brittany was still involved.
"So," I said.
"I don't know," Santana let out a sigh.
"Do you want this to lead to something?" I asked.
"I don't know," She said. "Ever since I broke up with Brittany-"
"Brittany?" I interrupted. "You decided you felt this way after that?"
"Yes but not like that." She fumbled in her sentence. "I do like you, I think I always have but I'm not 100% there, you know?"
"Do you still have feelings for her?" I asked, not really wanting the answer but still knowing what it was going to be.
"I think so, she is still my best friend." Santana said.
"But Santana, she's with Sam now," I said. I saw Santana freeze and look up at me.
"She's what?" She asked. "Since when, and how?"
"I think that's your answer," I sighed. "You need to either let her go or do something about this. I don't want to be the girl your with just because you can't have the one you really want. Do you understand?"
"I do," She said. "And I am sorry Quinn, I wish it wasn't still like this."
"It's okay," I said, giving her one last kiss. "I'll still be here at the end."
Santana got up and went back inside. I could hear her talking to Kurt and Rachel before she was out of ear shot. I couldn't hide the disappointment now that Santana was still in love with Brittany. I shut my eyes tight and hoped that this wasn't the end. That there was still hope for me and Santana.
A/N – Next chapter will follow 4x13 – Diva and will be from Santana's POV. I've already written it so I'll post it sometime during the week.