AN: I am back. Sorry for the delay. Thanks a lot for the Reviews/Follows/Favorites the mean a lot to me. Things have been hectic. Hope you'll like this. I was asked to leave the previous Author's Note in memory of Cory and i will. Still can't believe he isnt here.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ITS CHARACTERS.
-"You've gotta be kidding me" Megan said, exasperated. They have been shopping for about two hours and as she looked around in Hot Topic she was close to strangling the blonde.
-"Hey, You said you wanted different. That you didn't want another Britney. So I'll dress the way I like" Quinn stated, smirking as the brown skinned girl flopped down on a couch.
-"But Quinn..." Megan whined "What's soo wrong about getting nice designers clothes? You've been buying every single band shirt you've found here!"
-"Says the girl that gave me a Green Day one... Look, I just wanna feel comfortable, and a mini skirt with a skin tight top won't do for me" Quinn stated as she grabbed yet another shirt.
After 40 more minutes, both Megan and Quinn were standing outside of their building, both of their arms full with shopping bags. Mostly from Hot Topic and Urban Outfitters. They also bough many skate shoes. And Converse.
Once they got to the building, Megan passed Quinn the rest of the bags and ruffled throught her purse.
-"So... I have a meeting with my dad. You can do whatever you want. Tomorrow we are meeting some people at the company. You gotta sing so... but don't worry about it" Megan said, before pulling a white box out of her purse. "Here. It's your new phone. It's linked to my credit card so you are good to go. Number is in there. Mine is too. See ya later" Quinn catches the box and goes up to the apartment, and straight to her room to drop the bags. She opens the box Megan gave her and soon she found herself staring at her new iPhone. Once she set it up she sent a quick text to Megan letting her know it was all set before pulling a picture out of her old bag. It was a picture of Beth, and it had Shelby's number in the back. Taking a deep breath she sent a text.
"Hi Shelby, is Quinn. I know I've gone MIA and I'm sorry. Life was not nice for me. Anyways, this is my new number... I was wondering if maybe I could see Beth sometime? At least a picture"
She hit sent and sat down on her bed, staring at her baby girl's photo. She was about two weeks old, and she was staring intently at the camera, green eyes shining. Soon a new text alert popped on her screen.
"It is good to know about you Quinn. I went looking for you at the shelter but you were gone. I'm in Ohio right now. Family issues. Once I'm back in NY i'll call you. Here's a pic of Beth. Hope you are okay"
Quinn let a sob escape her throat as she stared at the new picture. Beth was on a blanket, arms stretched towards the camera and a big toothless smile on her face. Her blonde hair was spiked up and her hazel eyes were full of joy. She even seemed to have her famous brow raise. She looked just like her.
After saving the photo and setting it as her wallpaper, Quinn pulled her old guitar out of its case and her worn notebook, making her way to the mini studio in the apartment.
She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a brunette girl on the kitchen, in nothing but black lace lingerie. Quinn cleared her throat which caused the girl to spin around. She looked even better.
-"You must be Quinn, uh?" the latina looking girl stated, a flirty smirk firmly in place "Like what you see?"
Quinn blushed when she realized that she had, indeed, been staring at the beautiful girl in front of her.
-"Are you going to talk or you only know how to sing?"
-"I- Yeah, sorry. I'm Quinn. You must be Santana right?"
-"Damn right. I'm the manager extraordinaire. Where are you going with that?" she asked as she stepped closer to the blonde, who could feel a blush rising to her face.
-"Y-your sister told me I could use the studio… She said I'd be meeting her dad tomorrow"
-"Oh yeah… we must go through your contract if you get hired… Now let's go" Santana said, walking pass Quinn in the direction of the studio. "Are you gonna drool over my ass all day long or…?"
Quinn once again felt herself blushing. She followed the girl and couldn't help but stare at her again. The way her hips swayed… Quinn snap out of it!
-"So… show me what you got" Santana stated as she made herself comfortable on the studio couch. Long, tanned legs hanging from an arm rest. Quinn had to clear her throat. "Am I making uncomfortable?"
-"NO!" Quinn stated quickly, voice a few octaves higher than usual, which caused a smirk to appear yet again on the latina's face "I mean, no. It's your place, you can do whatever you want"
-"If you say so" Santana smirked "Let me see that" she said and before Quinn could react her notebook had been ripped from her hands.
-"Could you play this one? Let me see your style" Santana said as she threw the notebook back at Quinn. She had only written 5 complete songs, but Losing Grip was one of her favorites. It showed how she really felt. Smiling, she started playing it.
Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby
Right now I feel invisible to you, like I'm not real
Didn't you feel me lock my arms around you
Why'd you turn away?
Here's what I have to say I was left to cry there,
waiting outside there grinning with a lost stare
That's when I decided
Why should I care
Cuz you weren't there when I was scared I was so alone
You, you need to listen I'm starting to trip,
I'm losing my grip and I'm in this thing alone
Santana was moving her head to the rhythm of her strumming. She seemed deep in thoughs.
Am I just some chick you place beside you to take somebody's place
when you turn around can you recognize my face you used to love me,
you used to hug me
But that wasn't the case
Everything wasn't ok I was left to cry there
waiting outside there grinning with a lost stare
That's when I decided
Crying out loud I'm crying out loud
Crying out loud I'm crying out loud
Open your eyes
Open up wide
Why should I care
Cuz you weren't there
when I was scared I was so alone Why should I care
Cuz you weren't there when I was scared I was so alone
Why should I care
If you don't care then I don't care were not going anywhere
Why should I care cuz you weren't there when I was scared I was so alone
Why should I care If you don't care then I don't care were not going anywhere
-"When Megan called me saying she had her breakthrough artist she forgot to mention she had a killer voice" Quinn blushed, once again. God, what's with this girl.
-"It was good. A bit dark but it was good. Tho, I know my stepdad so if you have a happier song..."
-"Yeah, uh... Actually, I have a few ideas for a ... Happier song I guess"
-"Mhmm…" The latina said, before frowning "Are those my pants?"
Quinn blushed, with setting her phone, seeing Beth's picture and the song, she had forgotten to change into her own new clothes.
-"Yeah, um… Sorry. I'll just go take a shower and give it back" she said as she placed her guitar on its case and got up to walk out, before the latina waved at her, smirk even more obvious.
-"I'm gonna have soo much fun with you blondie… Anyways get your music on. I'll be in my room, if my sister asks, I'm not here" She gave Quinn a wink and started walking off before stopping and frowning. "Hold up… You need a band! God, how come Megan didn't thought of that! Seriously I don't know why her dad didn't choose me to replace him. I'll find you a guitarist, think that will do for now?"
-"I can play while singing, Santana. No need to get me a band right now. It's not like I'm actually under contract right?"
-"No, but you can't show up by yourself. Give me a few minutes, my friend Trouty plays guitar for the studio. I'll get him to come over and work the music with you, and no buts".
Quinn just nodded and simply watched as Santana paced in front of her, lingerie making her skin look better, as she talked to her phone, which was firmly placed between her ear and her shoulder as she opened a beer she pulled out of the mini studio's fridge. Suddenly she stopped and turned towards Quinn.
-"Alright, trouty will be here in twenty. As soon as you see his enormous lips you'll know its him. I needs to get my sleep on so see ya later blondie" Santana smiled, walking out of the room, swaying her hips. Quinn couldn't help but follow her with her eyes until the latina was out of the room not before sending a flirty wink her way.
Quinn felt herself blushing once again, she shouldn't react that way to Megan's sister. And so far she didn't seem as bitchy as she thought she would be, or maybe Santana just likes picking fights with her sister for the sake of it. She used to do it with her sister Frannie before things turned awful.
Shaking her head she picked up her notebook and decided to start working on the song she had in mind, before either Megan or "Trouty" showed up. About 30mins after Santana left her, a blond haired boy walked into the study.
-"Hey you, Santana called saying someone needed a guitarist?"
-"Um, yeah… I told her I would be fine but she insisted… I'm Quinn" the blonde girl said as she stood up and stretched her hand to him.
-"Hey, I'm Sam, Sam I am… And I'm pretty lame as you can see" they laughed and sat down again, with Sam grabbing one of the studio's guitar. "I've told Megan over and over not to mess this guitar. Anyways Santana is right. You think you are fine until you see all those big bosses looking at you in their expensive suits. Scary" Quinn just laughs at his dramatic act.
-"It's okay, I'm not scared of big men in suits… Uh… I already started working on a new song, Santana said I needed to make it a happier one so…" Sam nodded and starting working with Quinn on the song.
Three hours later it was finished and well rehearsed, with Sam even singing back-up a few parts.
-"The lyrics are still not sappy happy, but you managed to cover it with the music. I'm impressed Q" Sam said as he stood up, grabbing Quinn's phone "Cute kid, she your sister?... Anyways, there's my number, when the brat gets here she should tell you at what time we'll be needed at the studio headquarters"
-"Okay, thanks a lot Sam… And about the song? Whatever… It's mine"
-"Don't worry girl, you've got this"
Song: Losing Grip by Avril Lavigne.
Still not 100% happy with this chapter, and i'm still kinda bummed out. As the story moves forward we'll see bits of Quinn's pass, and get to know where is the rest of her family. Next chapter we'll see the Santana we are all used to.
Also, i am dedicating the rest of this story to you, Cory.
