After the 'date' at Central Park, both agreed to stay friends. Much to Santana's whines and pouts.
Being friends with someone, has been harder than Santana could have imagine. Sure, she wants more, but she'd never force anything on her. God, knows how many guys have hit on her. And it's so disgusting, so friends have to be. But Quinn, is not so innocent; all does glances, touches, and the biting of her lip.
It's been a week since Central Park; yes, they've called each other. And agreed to go out, but to Quinn's surprise she didn't know where.
They met outside a doughnut shop.
"You want to fill me with doughnuts, and then kill me somewhere in the city?" Quinn asked, as she really stuffed a jelly doughnut in her mouth.
Santana couldn't help her laugh.
She's so cute.
"If I kill you, I wouldn't really have a shot now, would I?"
"Who said you did?" Quinn tilted her head.
That fucking tilting head when she questions me. Fucking adorable.
"You're right...we're friends." Santana made her way to the counter, and left a surprised Quinn behind.
Santana payed for the meal.
They made their way out the shop.
"Where are we going?" Quinn asked for the millionth time.
"No matter how many times you ask, I'll never tell you Barbie."
Hazel eyes rolled so hard it was almost heard.
"How, you get girls. I'll never know..."
"Yeah, I wonder what you're doing here with me..."
"I was promised food..."
Both laughed.
"Am I, your food bank?"
"Officially, yes." The blonde smiled.
"I'll take it."
Both got a cab, and Santana let the driver know where to go. Quinn had no idea where the fuck they were going. It drove her crazy not knowing where she'd end up. But she knew if she was going to stay friends with Santana; then she'll have to get used to new places. Lately, she's been craving more of...
What the fuck is this feeling?
"We're here." Santana said as she paid the driver, and helped Quinn get out.
Quinn looked around.
"Since this Barbie, still has no good taste in music. I thought..."
"A record store, was a good idea." Quinn finished for her.
Santana smiled and nodded.
"Shall we?" Santana held the door open for Quinn.
"Alright, I'll buy you every record I think you need; but I have a condition..." Santana begin.
"We're not fucking."
"What kind of person, do you think I am?"
"The kind, that wants to get in my pants."
Silence.
"What's the condition..."
"You can't ask any questions, deal?"
Quinn seemed to think about it.
"Okay, but I think I'll need more food."
She made Santana laugh.
Does dimples are fucking adorable.
"Ugh, I'll be broke in a week."
Santana lead the way to the back of the shop, where all the good stuff was.
"No...no...mmm, no," Santana said as she looked over a pile of old records. "Yes!"
"Wha..." Quinn stopped. Santana made a face as she heard a question coming.
"Sorry." Quinn smiled showing her teeth.
"We're going to start with the classics. And before you ask...am talking about Frank Sinatra."
"Oh."
"Bobby Darin...a little Elvis...let's see," Santana had a few records in hand already. "Let's not forget Nat King Cole...classic...ugh yes! Ella Fitzgerald...god, Louis Armstrong...Tony Bennett."
Quinn couldn't stop her smile spread across her face. What did Santana learn all this? How could someone love music this much? And how her face lights up when she remembers the names, on the cover albums.
Quinn has never seen Santana this happy, but she hopes Santana never stops.
"Let's get the hits from the 50's." Santana said as she handed the records to Quinn, for her to look at them.
"Hey Sanny!" A girl made her way to Santana and touched her arm.
Who's this slut. Quinn thought.
"Hey, you got what I ordered?" Santana responded to the girl; forgetting hazel-green eyes were on her.
"Yeah, I got it in the back." The girl walked away.
"Wanky..."
Santana went back the eyeing the albums. A moment passed and she noticed an annoyed Quinn; so, much for a first date...wait is it?
"I know, you're dying to ask who she is."
"No, not really." Quinn certainly annoyed, she tried to be indifferent.
"Well, since I always end up explaining...I called her sweetie, and you bitched at me."
"I did not!"
"Look blondie, I'll give it to you straight...I hope is not the last time..."
Slap!
This blonde, has a heavy hand. Her right arm, was stinging a little.
"Ow, okay...Dany wants to get in my pants but; I just don't think she should sleep, with her boss."
Quinn frowned; she was dying to ask questions.
"I own the place."
"Oh."
"Here, Sanny." Danny said, as she handed an old album to Santana. Not forgetting the arm touch.
Ugh. Green eyes rolled.
"Thanks...I think we're ready to go," Santana lead the way to the counter. "Could you put all of these in a bag...thanks...wait," Santana turned to Quinn. "Do you have a record player?"
"Not at the moment."
"Well, now you will."
Santana got a very pricey, but very beautiful record player.
"I'm going to need help, getting to my apartment." Quinn said as she struggled with all the things.
Santana just laughed, and got a cab once again. The ride back to Quinn's apartment was silent, but comfortable. Until...
"Are you going to fuck her?"
The Question was so unexpected, it threw Santana off.
"Ah...am not gonna lie, and say I haven't thought about it..."
"Of course..." She rolled her hazel eyes.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Every guy, would..."
"I don't know if you noticed, but I don't have a dick..." Santana looked down.
"You don't need one to-"
"Do I, sense jealousy?"
"You wish."
Silence.
"Women..." Santana rolled her eyes.
Feisty.
"For the record, I don't sleep around..."
Quinn gave her a glare.
"Anymore..." Santana finished.
"I don't care what you do, with Dany the slutty..."
"What?"
They both laughed.
Once they got to her door, Santana smiled. She knew, she made on impact in Quinn's life. Well a small music impact.
"I'll see you later, Barbie."
Santana was about to steal a kiss, but figured all good things come to people who wait. So, she hugged her and waked away.
What is this funny feeling?