Santana laid back on the picnic table in the quad of the Colombia campus. She draped her arm over her forehead; she loved this time of year, it was still warm enough for tank tops and sun bathing between classes.

"Somethings never change." a voice states, Santana turns her head and smiles seeing Quinn standing with her hand on her hip. "Brittany and I would always go right inside after practice and we'd find you laying in the grass working on your tan."

"I just like the sun." Santana smiles, sitting up and pushing her aviator sunglasses up into her hair. "How was your class?" she asks, picking up her messenger bag and slinging it over her shoulders.

"Good. Psychology is always a good time." She rolled her eyes, as the walk out of the campus.

"What are you majoring in?" Santana asked, navigating them to the subway.

"Social Work and Education." Quinn replies, swiping her metro-card and pushing through the partition. Santana quickly follows as the push into the subway car.

"Sorry, rush hour." Santana shrugs as they get pushed closer to each-other. The car jarred to the left causing Quinn to fall. Santana quickly caught her and her arms laced around the blonds waist. The rest of the ride the stayed like that, nether girl wanting to break the moment. "This... This is the stop." She whispered as the car halted, Quinn smiles and pulls the Latina out by her hand and out of the station. They walked to the apartment building and rode the elevator in silence. Santana slid her key into the lock and pushed open the door. "Sorry, it's small."

Santana held the door open and closed it once the blond was inside. The apartment was small, but they had decorated it to make the most of the space. Quinn put her bag on the floor by Santana's.

"Do you want a drink or anything?" Santana questioned, walking into the kitchen area. "We have... Water, some juice and we might even have some food if you are hungry."

"I'm good for right now, but thanks." Quinn replied, wandering over and looking at the photos on the walls. "Who took these?" she asked as she gazed at black and white images of a variety of the city and industrial areas.

"I did." Santana said, walking over to the wall. "I like photography."

"You are really talented, Santana." she replied, "Do you just do this kind of stuff?"

"No, I have more in my room." Santana walked over and pushed her door open, for Quinn to enter. Her room was not as fancy as Kurt's. She had a full bed pushed into the corner that had a tan comforter. The walls were painted a forest green and the walls were covered in photos; everything from pictures from her grandparents house in Puerto Rico to pictures from high-school and back in Lima. Quinn smiled when she saw one of her and Brittany laughing with the rest of the glee club. Her eyes caught a picture of Will and a toddler sitting at a piano, his face was bright with joy. Quinn turned and looked over at Santana who was sitting on her bed leaning against the wall.

"So, what are you majoring in?" Quinn said, trying to change the thoughts that the picture were stirring up.

"Political Science." She replied, Quinn sat down and crossed her legs off the edge of the bed.

"That sounds like something you'd be good at." Quinn smiled, "So, are you still friends with anyone else from school?"

"No, not really." Santana replied, pulling her sunglasses off her head and sliding them onto the night-side table. "Finn's still in Lima and everyone else went off to school or just dropped off the face of the earth."

"Puck?"

"Dropped off the face of the earth. He dropped out soon after you left, he thought his band was gonna blow up or something. I haven't really talked to anyone but Kurt since we left."

"Even Brittany?" Quinn asked, she had always thought that they would be joined at the hip forever. She noticed a slightly apprehensive look on the Latina's face, she placed her hand on the girls leg. "What's that look for?"

"What look?"

"The angry, but not really, 'I'm sad but won't admit it look'."

"Not sad, or angry." Santana quickly amended, "We had a falling out."

"Wow, really?"

"Yep."

"Why... If it's okay to ask."

"Is this your way of getting me to talk about myself?" Santana quirked her eyebrow, causing the blond to stifle a laugh and nod. "Um. Okay. Yeah. She and I were... close for about a year then some stuff went down and we stopped being so close."

"I think that might be the vaguest thing you've ever said." Quinn pointed out, sliding back on the bed to sit next to her. Her shoulder resting against Santana's. "I know we haven't seen each-other in years, but you can tell me."

"Brittany and I started sleeping together after you left." She admitted, not venturing a look to her.

"You dated."

"No. Not at all. You know Brittany, she loves everyone and I don't think she ever realized that it was different. She thought that sex was not dating, so we 'not dated' for about a year until she hooked up with Mike."

"You actually liked her, not just wanted to have sex?"

"More or less."

"So, Kurt wasn't joking when he said you were gay?" Quinn questions, examining the other girls face.

"Yeah. Well, I told him when I moved here. He's since been trying to out me to everyone he meets. I don't think he realizes that not everyone has it as easy as he did coming out."

"I hear ya." Quinn exclaimed.

Santana stopped and tilted her head and looked at the blond, she opened her mouth several times before she actually spoke, "are you..."

"Gay?" Santana nod's.

"Yes." Quinn smiles, a blush creeping across her cheeks and down her neck. She brought her hand up to Santana's chin and pushed her mouth closed. Her hand remained on her cheek for a moment before pulling away. "Tell me why you call, Mr. Schue, Will."

Santana's ability to speak finally caught up with her, "Um. Junior year I wanted to get some more extra circulars so he let me be like his teachers assistant. So, I helped correct papers and tutored and what not. He awkwardly enough, became one of the only people who I could talk to. I was going through a weird patch and he set me up with some counselling with Emma."

"Your emo phase?" she points out.

"Shut it, Fabray." Santana replies in the best imitation of her former self, "anyway, she helped me out and it helped me come to terms with being gay and dealing with the Brittany situation. So, I started hanging out with them more and baby-sitting to rake in some extra money. I don't know they became my family."

"That's unexpected, but really good. I was always worried about you." Quinn said, "You always had to be so strong for everyone and none of us were ever there for you."

"We all had out own shit, Q." Santana takes the girls pale hand into her own, "They were supportive of me, and you. You know that right? He's proud of you." Quinn nods, intertwining their fingers.

"I'm really glad you came to the party." Quinn whispers, looking at their hands. "Can I tell you something?" Santana nods, "I think you are really beautiful. You've changed so much, but you are still you. I missed you."

"I missed you too, Quinn." Santana reaches up and pushes blond hair behind the girls ear. Quinn's gaze drifted back up and landed on the Latina's lips. She timidly bit her lip before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. Santana's eye's fluttered closed, as her hands moved to cup her face. She kissed her again chastely before pulling away to look into hazel eyes.

"Hi." Quinn whispers, her hands reaching up and settling on her neck. Santana leaned in and kissed her once more.

"Hey." She smiled, pulling away. "This is crazy."

"I know. We haven't seen each-other in three years." Quinn's hands settle on Santana's legs, her thumbs tracing tiny circles over the denim. "I always thought you were hot."

"Well. I am that." Santana jokes, leaning back against the wall again. "I thought you were too."

Quinn leaned over and captured her lips again, this time probing the other girls mouth to deepen the kiss. Santana sighed into the contact wrapping her arms around the blonds neck pulling her closer. After several moments, air became a factor and they pulled away with laboured breathing and swollen lips.

"I think we should do this allot more." Santana exclaims, rolling off her bed and pulling Quinn up with her. The blond wrapped her arms around the other girls neck.

"Me too," Quinn's eyes caught the time on Santna's alarm clock. "Shoot! I have class soon." Santana nods and pulls away reluctantly. Santana walked her out and down to the subway stop, leaning against the green entrance. Quinn lets go of her hand and leans in and kissed her. "I'll call you later."