Chapter 4

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The Rude Latina

"Tell me about it!"

"Well, as I've told you before, the owner is a very rude bitch." Quinn wants the conversation with Rachel to end. Today is her first day at work. It's Monday and it's one of the days Santana will show up at work.

I don't want to talk about the bitch knowing my day will probably be filled with her sharp retorts. Ugh! I'm not there yet and she's stressing me already.

"But I saw her when she brought you home and you have to admit she is attractive." Rachel knows Quinn is gay and she is not bothered by it for she has to gay dads. She knows that it has been a while since her blonde roommate last dated someone, so recently, Rachel is pushing Quinn to meet people who might be potential dates…

"Rachel, she is my boss." The blonde wants to dismiss the conversation.

"So, you're agreeing that you are attracted to her, since you did not say you are not." The little brunette followed the blonde around their flat like a snooping dog.

"Ugh! Can you go back to warming up your vocal cords or whatever it is you were doing! I don't wanna talk about her."

"But Quinn, who knows? The tension between you two can be sexual tension. She was even chivalric towards you, she opened the car door, and for the owner to drive her employee; that must amount to something. Maybe she likes you…"

See! Even when she is not around she's annoying! And because of her I'm gonna be late again. Argh!

"She's mean, she's childish and she is one hell of a stressor! There you know everything I know about Santana freaking Lopez! I'm leaving."

The blonde slammed the door as she stormed out of their flat leaving a wide-eyed roommate.

I have never seen Quinn this spiteful towards someone. This new boss must really be something else.

Rachel thought before she returned to belting out Don't rain on my parade; as her morning vocal warm up.

Quinn decided she will take a cab today knowing parking is a nightmare in the city. She was waiting for one when a familiar car sped up seemingly headed towards her. Before she was able to form a reaction, it took as sharp stop in front of her and the passenger door opened.

"Get in." a raspy voice called out. Of course she did not get inside having a good guess of who is driving.

"Get in or we'll both be late blondie." An irritated raspy voice called out. With an eyeroll, she stepped in the car and saw Santana clad in a short red dress with knee high black boots. Quinn sighed as she puts up again with the mischievous deeds of the Latina.

"What are you doing here?!" she asked sternly to the driving girl. She started breathing arduously and concluded that it's because the Latina has come to bother her again.

"Good morning to you too, and you're welcome for me picking you up."

They drove a little faster than the speed limits.

"Is this part of your scheme? Picking me up to ensure I won't bail on your stupid contract. Well, I for one am not like some people who cannot be trusted." She prays the Latina gets that she is talking about her.

"Calm down Fabray. I was around the block and remembered it's the first day of my new secretary so why not pick her up?" without batting an eye off the road she retorted.

"Slow down a little!" Quinn said as she saw the speedometer.

"Relax will you." Santana stepped harder on the accelerator.

"I cannot relax if you are driving like this!" she inhaled a faint smell of alcohol.

"Are you drunk?! Slow down will you!" she yelled at the Latina who just ignored her words.

"I was drunk last night but now I'm not so calm your tits, and if we're gonna crash, it's not my fault, it would be yours!"

"I am just sitting here putting up with your bitching so how can it be my fault?!" her voice has now risen.

Damn! I don't wanna be killed because of this bitch!

"Well, you're distracting me with what you're wearing!" she said in a voice higher than her tone a while ago.

How can she wear something like that drab business suit and still manage to look hot? Gah! This is not good! She's hot but a major pain in the ass.

"You! You have no right to comment on what I am wearing because it's far more decent to wear in an office than that which is clad onto you!"

If Quinn Fabray is a volcano, she would have exploded already, or she should be shooting steams of gas out her ears. Santana stopped the car. What the blonde said hit a nerve so she stopped the car sharply almost making the blonde hit the windshield had it not been for her seatbelt.

"Get out!"

"What?"

"I said get out now!" she yelled at the blonde who was taken aback by her order.

"I can't believe you." Quinn muttered softly as she got out the car.

"You have no right to order me around or tell me something about what I'm wearing!" she yelled as she sped off leaving Quinn in the middle of the way towards Snixx.

Stupid! Fuck her! I can't believe she has the guts to tell me what I wear! She is not the goddamn boss of me! What the fuck is all those people's beef against the way I dress! Fuck them all!

As Santana drove, she recalled the conversation she had with her mother the night before she got drunk and before she showed up at Quinn's.

_flashback_

"Where are you going mija?" Maribel Lopez asked her daughter who visited their old house.

"Having a night out with friends."

"Is that what you are wearing?! You cannot wear something like that Santana! You know the paparazzi are always on your trail! Do you know how much your last scandal cost me?!" she yelled at her daughter instantly.

"Yes this is what I'm wearing and no, I do not know how much you paid just so a picture of me kissing a random girl in a bar will not be published." She retorted.

"When are you gonna start to act responsibly?! You are already 24 and you still act like a rebellious teenager?! You are not doing anything but photographing whores and sleeping with random women and bringing shame going around clad only in that dress!" she walked away not bothering to reply to her mother's insult.

It hurts. A lot actually. Not being the daughter your parents wanted. She is an only daughter, and her parents expect her to be like them, but she is not. She cares about their business but she'd rather be in the field of visual arts than attend business meetings and the like. She has a high regard of aesthetics manifested in her photography so when her mother mentioned it against her, it's like hitting below the belt and it stirred an emotion she has suppressed. More than anything else, she wants to please her mother. She graduated in MIT in three years for goodness' sake! She has done what they wanted (her attending a business school), she thinks that maybe she can do what she wants for a while, but her parents do not want any of it, especially her mother.

Instead of feeling the hurt, she drunk her heart out that night, and found herself parked near her new secretary's flat the following morning.

_end of flashback_

After thinking about it, she reevaluates what she did to the blonde.

'Shit!' she stopped at that thought, not really wanting to aggravate the verdict of self indictment. Santana took a quick turn; she rapidly drove back to where she left Quinn.

She saw that the blonde was no longer at the curb where she left her. A guilty feeling washed over her mind which does not go away no matter how much she flushes it out her thoughts. She drove to Snixx hoping that the blonde arrived safely and maybe cleanse herself of the little guilty feeling she might be having…

At Snixx…

Quinn sat behind a huge dark mahogany table. She is reading some notes before the meeting to brief her about the current market standing of Snixx when Santana comes in. The blonde saw at the corner of her eyes the rude Latina, but she's so angry she did not bother to acknowledge her presence.

"I see you managed to come on time." Santana said as she leaned on the back of the couch facing the blonde. She wanted to initiate a conversation to be eased of her guilty feelings.

"So… how did you do it?" Quinn heard her but she does not answer because her abhorrence increased tenfold as she remembers the things she's been through because of Santana.

You think you can just come here and ask me about it when in fact it's your fault! I had to ride two buses because the route you took was way off the building! And it felt like I was in a can of sardines in that bus! Oh, and I had to walk a long way wearing my 4 inches shoes before I was able to ride the first bus! So damn you if you think you can get off the hook easily Lopez!

She tried to maintain a poker face despite how much she wants to slap the Latina.

"Are you not talking to me Fabray?" Santana sat on the seat in front of Quinn's table. The blonde continued pretending to read the piece of paper she is holding.

If I talk to you now, you will just think I'm fine with what you did! So no Lopez! No!

Her stomach fluttered as Santana sat near her. She had to admit, the brunette looks sizzling hot in her dress and sexy leather boots.

What am I thinking? I should hate her. She's just a rude little monster trying to look hot and attractive in order to inflict more damage! Argh! What's with associating hot with this impossible person! Maybe if she works as a model for Snixx she can be a lot useful… she looks like a model anyway… Shut up Quinn!

Quinn does not want to see the Latina so she looked at the paper as if concentrating to read, when in fact she is concentrating to get the woman in front of her out of her thoughts. She did not feel the blood rise up her face making her blush at the thoughts she has.

"So, you're angry huh? Cool down blondie, you're so red you might explode." Santana continues her monologue.

Quinn felt her cheeks warmer. Now, she has to get out otherwise she'll continue to blush like a rotten tomato. Quickly, she thought of an escape plan.

The meeting! Thank God!

She sighed as she glanced at the clock, stood up and piled her papers into a neat file before standing up to go to her meeting; too early actually. She glared at the brunette before walking out the office never saying a single word to Santana.

Santana's eyes were glued on the blonde's ass before it finally went off her sight. Habitually, she smirked and fanned herself using her hand.

Oh fuck! Now I have to say sorry.

Santana gulped at her realization.

Next chapter, Will Quinn be able to forgive the Latina? Hmmmmmm…

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