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Quinn's POV

"Excuse me?" I said practically spiting out my food as I spoke. I had been sleeping poorly, and I didn't have coffee this morning so maybe I'd heard her wrong.

"I said that you need a date for tonight." I knew that this was the third time that Rachel had repeated it, but I felt like I needed her to say it again. We'd been invited to this art show three months ago. Rachel and I had bought our dresses together, but at no time did she ever mention a date! I was going to puke or cry. Probably both actually.

"I'm out then." I said throwing my hands up. I would've thrown in a towel if I had one. "Why didn't you tell me I needed a date?"

"It was in the invitation." Rachel said.

"Fine, dibs on Kurt then-."

"Too late, he's taking Blaine and I'm taking Sam." Rachel explained. "Quinn there must be someone. Maybe Steven from work."

"Rae!" I explained. "If I bring Steve then he'll probably slip something in my drink. You know those guys I work with are all assholes. I can't think of anyone to bring." I said feeling utterly defeated. "If I show up alone people are gonna laugh at me, I'm already at the bottom of the social ladder Rachel, I don't need this too. You just go and have fun."

"Not a chance, I won't go without you." Rachel said. "Quinn you're gorgeous, anyone would kill to go with you."

"Not many people are knocking down my door." I deadpanned. "I'll just bundle Beth up and take her to the park or something. Or maybe we'll watch Spongebob…I love that damn show." I mumbled.

"You're going." Rachel told me.

"Maybe if I had a date." I said standing up. "But I don't."

…

I was just zipping up Beth's pajamas when I heard the doorbell ring. It was too late for a UPS delivery and if a Jehovah's Witness was at my door right now I would lose my damn mind. I left Beth in her bed, leaving the lights on and giving her a stuffed animal to distract her while I went to get the door.

I looked through the peephole only to see Brittany Pierce standing there. I was beaming and when I pulled open my front door we immediately wrapped our arms around one another. I hadn't seen her in a few months, she was on tour with her ballet company, and Kurt told me she wouldn't be back until next month. Apparently, she made an early trip back. "B! Oh my god! I didn't think you'd be back for awhile, god come in!" I grabbed her hand and started tugging her inside.

"Wait, before you think of settling down, I'm here to take care of Beth." Brittany said. I looked at her like she was crazy. Why would she be here just to babysit? Didn't she want to catch up?

"What? Why?" I questioned.

"Because you need to get dressed." My eyes went to the street. It was dark out and I hadn't noticed the figure standing in my driveway before. As they moved closer, I begun making out the silhouette of a woman. Once she stepped onto the porch, my face immediately lit up.

"What are you doing here?" I asked looking to Brittany wondering if she had something to do with it. Who was I kidding? Of course she did.

"Don't look at me, blame Rachel. I'm just here to see my earth-daughter." Brittany said sliding past me and going into the house. I could hear her running around and squealing as soon as she must have seen Beth. I just stood in the threshold of the doorway staring at her as she walked closer and closer. She was dressed nicely. Her nice white button up was accented perfectly by a black tie. She even had a thin blazer on. Her hair was tied back into a thin ponytail and she wore the smirk of someone who knew too much.

"Go get dressed." I had no idea how this happened. I didn't even have the guts to ask. Luckily, I'd just taken a shower and I only had to touch up my makeup. I told myself I had to go red with the lipstick; it would pop considering I was wearing a black dress. My heels were three inches and I wondered if Santana would care that I'd be taller than her when I wore them.

I decided it didn't matter because I had to hurry if I wanted to meet Rachel and Kurt there on time. I peaked in and caught Brittany sitting on the ground with Beth as they played with dolls together. "Are you sure it's okay for you to babysit?" I asked her. She must have been tired from her flight and all that dancing she'd been doing.

"You've got that absolute doll down there and you're worried about me? I don't think so, go and have fun." Brittany told me before she and Beth waved goodbye to me. I walked down the steps slowly. I didn't want to scare Santana off, I didn't even understand why she was here in the first place. She was facing away from me, leaning up against the railing like this was a goddamn movie. I cleared my throat, she turned around, and for a second I saw it in her eyes.

I'd taken her breath away.

"Wow." She said as we walked outside.

"Wow what?" I asked eyeing her black and red Charger.

"You clean up well." She said with a small smile. We got into her car and she started driving without hesitation. Her GPS was on and ever once in awhile the automated voice came on and told her which way to go. "You sure you want to go in there standing next to a scrub like me?"

"Oh please." I said quelling her worries. "How much did Kurt pay you to come with me?" I asked. She laughed and I didn't understand why. It must have been Kurt, he was the only one who was with me and had met Santana before. Rachel must have told him I was dateless and miserable and he probably asked around at that cop handout.

"It wasn't Kurt; it was your friend Rachel." She explained. We arrived at the gallery, and it was even fancier than I anticipated. There were even photographers getting pictures of people as they entered the gallery. I didn't know if I was supposed to just keep my distance, because clearly Santana was only doing this because Rachel had probably begged. "You're gonna have to tell me what I'm doing." She reached out and grabbed my hand before we walked in. "This is your territory right?"

"Sort of." I didn't want to let go of her hand so I didn't. We walked in side by side and immediately my group of friends swarmed us.

"Did I pull through or did I pull through?" Rachel said wrapping me into a hug. "And you guys look cute together." Rachel whispered so only I could hear her.

"Save it." I muttered back flushing from the very thought of all this. Santana looked uncomfortable as all hell until Kurt pointed her in the direction of the drinks and she promised she'd back in a second so she could get us something. This was not a date, this was her doing charity work, and it was so damn embarrassing.

"Oh my god-!" Kurt and Blaine exclaimed in unison. I held up my hand to cut them off before they even started. There was no way I was going to let them shriek and squeal about how amazing Santana looked; it would make me feel nauseous.

"Come on Quinn, she's so-." Sam started but Rachel hit him square on his chest before he could continue.

"Boys out!" I demanded and Kurt, Blaine, and Sam were quick to scurry away. I waited until they'd left the room and went to the sculpture section of the gallery and then I turned to Rachel. "Why did you-?"

"You needed a date and I met her at a grocery store a few days ago. I didn't even know you knew her until I mentioned your name. She seemed willing, okay? And if I see that sexy ass smirk of hers one more time my panties are hitting the goddamn floor." Rachel and I laughed together and I was about to tell Rachel that she could take Santana home if she wanted, but I felt a warm hand on my hip as Santana snuck up and wrapped her arm around my waist and handed me a drink.

"You gonna show me around or what?" Her smile returned and I was more than willing to start our tour of the gallery in the photography section. That was actually my specialty so if Santana wanted to know about any of the pieces then maybe I could explain it to her. "So this is your scene?" She asked once the couple near us had walked over to the sculptures. Her arm was still around my waist and at this point, she didn't even seem to notice.

"More of Rachel's scene, but I get dragged along to things like this." She watched me for a second and nodded her head.

"The wine's good and the company is…decent." I nudged her shoulder and she cracked a smile again. "So Kurt said you were an artist but he didn't say what you did. Sculpting? Painting?"

"Actually photography is sort of my thing." I said sheepishly.

"Really? Ever get a model to do something like that?" She asked arching an eyebrow and nodding towards the photo of a nude model posing in nothing but heels. "I can't imagine telling someone that their requirement is to be nude."

"I've used models but the only person I've ever had pose nude is…well myself." Her hands went into her pockets instead of on my hip and for a second I thought I'd made her uncomfortable, and then I realized that it was because she felt like she might have been overstepping. "Self-portraits helped me learn a lot about myself." I didn't realize we were seated until Santana took my empty glass out of my hand and handed it to a waiter and grabbed us two more fresh glasses of wine. "Having Beth right out of college…it made me think a lot about changes. I couldn't be an artist-."

"Why not?" She asked skeptically.

"I couldn't risk it. If nothing sold then I'd be screwed."

"That's not a reason." She told me. "You didn't even try it to see if it could work out. You said you were a secretary. That doesn't seem right." I wanted to ask her why she became a cop, but that didn't seem right. She'd been there for me and now I at least owed her what she was asking. "You should quit your job."

"Now you sound like Rachel." I mumbled.

"Thank you." She replied.

"That wasn't a compliment." I said flicking her shoulder. "I thought cops were supposed to be sort of smart though. Quitting my job? Not your best idea."

"Well I for one wouldn't mind seeing you doing something you're passionate about." Her eyes always met mine and that's the one thing I wished would never change. She wasn't shy or ashamed of what she was saying. "Think about it." She said.

"I will." I promised.