Santana POV

I'm almost there after almost two hours of pure boredom on the train to New Haven. Seriously, the only thing that sucks about coming to New Haven to visit Q is the distance. I hate travelling by train but I guess I hate not seeing Q even more, so I put up with it because I think it's worth it. Thankfully, Quinn doesn't go to school on the other side of the country because I don't know what I would have done then. I can't see myself trying to catch a plane every other weekend and I don't even want to think about not seeing Quinn in person for more than a couple of weeks. Even though I should be happy that it takes me only two hours to get to Quinn, I really do wish sometimes that she also lived in New York so we could live together. Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like if she were my roommate. I bet we'd have so much fun together and an even stronger bond than now if that were even possible.

I get snapped out of my thoughts when the train stops and signals that I've finally arrived in New Haven. As soon as I exit the train, my eyes scan the train station for Quinn. I see her waving at me excitedly and I can't help but smile back. She looks really cute with her white sundress and big aviator glasses.

I start walking towards her and as soon as I reach her, I drop my overnight bag and pull her into a big hug. Quinn tightens her grip on me, and I can feel other people stare at us because we probably seem like some of those people who haven't seen each other in ages, while in reality we see each other every week. But I don't care about how I look because I actually like the fact that her hug is so firm because it makes me feel welcome and wanted. This might sound sappy, but Quinn's hugs make me feel like I'm finally home. I don't know, but there's something about Quinn that always makes me feel comfortable and loved.

She's one of the only people who have never left my side and that's why she's my best friend.

After a couple of seconds, Quinn still has me engulfed in a hug and I joke, "I can't breathe, Q."

Quinn loosens her grip on me and I grab my overnight bag and swing it back over my shoulder. She laughs, "You can be such a drama queen, S. Seems like Berry has had a lot of influence on you since you two became roommates."

I playfully push her shoulder and say, "Take that back, Q. Berry and I are nothing alike."

Instead of responding, she grabs my hand and starts walking towards the exit of the train station. After a few seconds I say, "Don't ignore me, Q. Just admit that I'm nothing like Rachel."

Quinn playfully roles her eyes and explains, "Seriously S., why are you being so dramatic today? This again proves that Rachel Berry has been influencing you big time, whether you like it or not. Besides I wasn't ignoring you. I was just waiting for you to admit that you are a drama queen just like Rachel and that you actually like her influence on you. "

I scoff, "I'm nothing like Rachel. Besides I'm not the one who just spoke in paragraphs like Berry."

Quinn gasps, "Take that back, I'm not like Rachel. Or on second thought, I might be a bit like her."

That answer surprised me, so I quirk my eyebrow at her and ask, "Why would you say that? I mean, you and Berry are both great but very different."

Quinn smiles, "We got one thing in common though. Do you know what?"

I roll my eyes because I'm not in the mood for guessing games. I sigh, "Enlighten me, Q. What do you have in common with Rachel?"

She sniggers, "We both got you whipped."

My jaw hits the floor and I start shaking my head. I claim, "I'm not whipped. Keep dreaming, Q-Ball."

Quinn gives me a smug smile and replies, "You are. But don't worry it's our little secret."

"Whatever. Anyway, I'm so freaking hungry. Can we go grab a bite to eat now?"

"Are you sure that you don't want to drop off your overnight bag at my dormitory first?"

"Nah, I'll just carry it a bit longer. I could use the work out."

Quinn quirks her eyebrow at me and mutters, "Like you don't work out enough already."

"Believe it or not, but I haven't been to the gym in a while."

Quinn blatantly checks me out as soon as those words left my lips and for some reason it's making me blush a bit. She shrugs her shoulders and says, "Well, you look pretty damn toned to me. So if you don't exercise, then what do you do? Care to share your secret?"

I decide to mess a little with her and wiggle my eyebrows suggestively as I reply; "I never said that I don't get any exercise, if you know what I mean."

Instead of getting the eye roll that I expected from her, I notice the sadness in Quinn's eyes. She asks, "Are you dating someone? Why didn't you tell me?"

In order to try and cheer her up again, I put my arm around her shoulder and pull her a bit closer. Then I admit, "I was just messing with you, Q-Ball. Of course, I would have told you if I started dating someone."

Quinn gave me a small smile, but I could still see some remaining sadness in her eyes and I've absolutely no idea what I did to make her feel a bit blue and how to fix it. We continue walking in silence until we reach a Starbucks. I turn to Quinn and ask, "Is it okay if we eat here?"

"Of course, S. Why don't you go and take a seat and I'll order for us, okay?"

I shrug my shoulders and agree, "Sure, but do you remember my order?"

Quinn playfully rolls her eyes and emphasizes, "Of course, I do. I've known you since we were fourteen and you always pick the same thing whenever we go to a Starbucks."

I give her a sweet smile and make my way over to a small and cozy table. My shoulder has started to ache form carrying my overnight bag for over twenty minutes, so I immediately put it down next to my chair. Since Quinn is still waiting in line, I decide to check my phone in order to pass some time. I notice that I have two new messages and I already know that at least one of them will be from Rachel. My instinct was right, because the first text is from Rachel and she's asking me if I had a safe trip. Seriously, I know that she's only trying to be a good friend, but she can be a little bit overprotective and clingy. Not that I really mind though, it reminds me that we've managed to build a strong friendship after all the bullshit I put her through in high school.

The other message on my phone wasn't send by Rachel but by Brittany, which is odd. Very odd. Before I can read the text, Quinn puts our food on the table. She notices something is off because she asks me what's wrong. I sigh, "Nothing. But I just got a text from Brittany."

"Oh, what did it say?"

I shrug my shoulders and say, "I don't know; I haven't read it yet. It's just weird because I haven't heard from her in months."

"Well, if you want you can read it now."

"Honestly, I don't even care what it says because I don't feel like I need her back in my life right now. I mean, it took me so long to get used to having her in my life, but I've finally moved on. And I don't feel like taking two steps backwards because I know that Britt isn't the one for me and I need a bit more time before I can be her friend again. It's hard to be just friends when we used to be so much more. Besides I'd rather spend time with you, Q."

For the first time in the last ten minutes, Quinn's smile reaches her eyes. She definitely is in a better mood now. Maybe she just needed to be reassured that I really want her in my life and not Brittany or anyone else. Quinn is my best friend and she will always be important to me. To be honest, I feel bad about the fact that I didn't spend as much time with Quinn when I was dating Brittany but I'm trying to make up for it now. I need Q to know that I'll always be there for her and that right now she's the most important person in my life.

Quinn teases, "See, told you that I got you whipped."

I scoff, "Pffff, you wish. If anything, I got you whipped."

Q bursts out laughing and giggles, "Keep telling yourself that, San."