A/N: This is coming out later than I had expected. So sorry! Anyways, lets get to some good stuffs.
Day 4 : Future Quinntana
Rating: T (Cause of reasons that aren't reasons enough to make it M if you get my drift)
Summary: Quinn Fabray is a single mom with no real excitement in her life. That all changes one night at a horribly named night club. (These aren't getting any better)
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Quinn her folded arms and judged the building in front of her. Club Leopard. Was that a pun on something? It had a picture of a leopard next to, sporting a baseball cap and a glass of beer. Classy.
"Come on, Quinn," Kitty nudged her shoulder with her own, "It's not that bad. I promise."
Quinn shook her head and began to leave, "No way. I haven't been in one of those in years."
"And," Kitty stopped her and turned her back to the building, "You had loads of fun? Right?"
"Not especially," Quinn checked the watch on her wrist. 9:30 pm. It's wasn't too late to go home and watch Netflix or something.
"But you will this time," Kitty bounced on the balls of her feet, "Some of the glee kids from high school are going to be here. It's going to be like an early reunion."
"I'll pass," Quinn turned to leave but Kitty stopped her again.
"I know it doesn't sound that great and in actuality I can barely think about anyone from that high school without wanting to throw back three shots of tequila," Kitty sighed and looked back at the building, "but I'm sure it'll be funner than spending another night at home. Semi alone."
Quinn rolled her eyes as Kitty started to pull her towards the club and continued to talk, "Some of them will be from your year, too. So it won't be that much of a drag."
Quinn just shook her head as the smaller blonde lead her into the building.
For a club named Club Leopard, the atmosphere was not what Quinn was expecting. The music blared loud that the bass was the only thing recognizable, but that was the only thing that matched the club name. The rest of it just looked like a coffee shop gone night club with minimal people dancing and lots of people sitting at tables talking and eating glorious amounts of food.
The lighting was dimmed slightly and it only took a few seconds before a table of familiar faces recognized them both and waved them over. Quinn recognized a few of the faces as they walked over, that Marley-girl, Puckmen's half brother, and a few others that she couldn't remember the names of.
She and Kitty sat down at the table with the group and Quinn leaned over to her, "I thought you said that some from my year would be here, too."
"Yes I did, Quinn," Kitty said before putting all of her attention on Marley.
Quinn listened and watched the group for a few moments before deciding she needed to get a couple drinks into her system if she wanted to get through the night. She excused herself and navigated her way through the small crowd to the bar.
She leaned over the counter of the bar and called over the bar attender, but before she could order, someone spoke for her, "She'll be having what I'm having."
Quinn worried her brows and turned to face the voice ready to cut away at whatever ego they have, but smiled at the familiar face, "Santana!"
"Tubbers-" Santana started to greet back but got caught off by a crushing hug by the blonde, "Why are you hugging me?"
Quinn pulled back and took her time to look at the tight red cloth that hugged Santana's body before responding, "I'm just happy to see you."
"Really?"
"Well, I guess," Quinn turned to grab the drinks once the bar attender was done with them, "I'm just happy to see anyone, really."
"Why? Isn't there a like a glee reunion thing tonight?" Santana reached over for her drink and took a sip from the straw.
"Yeah, isn't that why you're here?" Quinn took a sip from her own drink and coughed, "What is this?"
"Technically I saw that Kitty posted a event thing in Facebook about a glee reunion thing here and knowing that no one was going to show up, I really wanted to go," she motioned for Quinn to drink more of her drink and the girl complied, "I'm surprised you even showed up. You barely show up for anything."
The next sip made Quinn cringe, but it tasted better, "I live in the area so..."
"So who's here?" Santana asked and Quinn pointed over to the table and named as many people as she could. Santana huffed before she could finish, "Pass."
She grabbed Quinn by the wrist and lead her across the room until they walked outside to a porch type place where tables were intimately placed around it. Santana sat them over by the edge and sighed, "I wasn't abouts to hang out with those people."
"Then why are you here?" Quinn took another sip, this time without it stinging so much.
"Long story," Santana leaned in, "I needed a break from New York and people and Rachel Berry. So I jumped at the opportunity to only be bothered in Connecticut by the only people who live here. You and that cat girl."
"Kitty?"
"Is that her name?" Santana looked into the distance as she analyzed this.
Quinn laughed, "You haven't changed."
Santana smirked, "And you have?"
"It's been awhile since we've seen each other and I would hope that I have," Quinn looked over the balcony and sighed, "We haven't talked in so long."
"I know," Santana took a long sip of her drink, "Summarize everything that you've been up to in the last- how long has it been?"
Quinn squinted her eyes to think, "Three years."
"Three years," Santana repeated.
"Actually we barely talked when we did so its more like five," Quinn clarified.
"Okay, five years. Now summarize."
"You've missed so much Santana. I-"
Santana put up a hand, "I said summarize."
Quinn huffed, "Okay, what's the last you remember?"
Santana hummed, "You had that baby with that guy."
"Which guy?" Quinn worried.
"Not Puck," Santana smiled, "That one guy you got married to right after college. What was his name?"
"Biff?"
"Yeah! That's the ugliest name on the planet," Santana nodded her head, proud of herself for remembering, "Now summarize."
Quinn looked up as she tried to recall everything, "Well that baby is now seven so congrats on not paying attention to anything, ever. I divorced Biff two years ago. My father died four years ago and surprisingly left me behind a lot of money so I don't work full time right now. And, uh, I got a dog last year."
"Oh Jesus, Quinn," Santana looked down at her drink, "I've-I've missed a lot."
"No kidding," Quinn smiled and took a long sip of her drip, immediately regretting it as she felt the alcohol going to her head.
Santana took a deep breath, "Are you at least happy?"
Quinn shrugged, "I'm fine. My daughter's happy, my mom's happy, and my dog's happy. So, I'm fine."
"I feel like an asshole," Santana rested her head on her hand, "How could I have missed that much."
"You would think that Rachel would have told you."
"Yeah, well I stopped listening to what she was saying years ago."
"More drinks, Santana," Quinn pushed her now empty glass towards the other woman.
Santana laughed, "You'll get drunk."
"Not before you do," Quinn challenged with an risen eyebrow.
Santana laughed, taking the challenge before rising out of her chair to get another drink.
She came back with two more glasses and watched Quinn gulp a large amount of it down.
"I should have brought water," Santana reached for Quinn's glass but the blonde placed it out of her reach.
"I'm still drinking this," Quinn took another sip.
"Okay, two things," Santana reached for the glass again, "One, you're a light weight. And two, you're suppose to take it easy when you're downing Long Island Iced Teas."
Quinn smiled at the liquid in her glass, "It's been so long, my friend."
"Okay, seriously," Santana stood up from her chair to grab the glass but got her hand slapped away.
"Sit down and tell me about your five years," Quinn commanded with a wag of her finger.
Santana rolled her eyes and sat back down, "What do you want to know?"
Quinn smiled and leaned on her elbows towards the other woman, "Summarize."
Santana smirked, "I haven't done much. Still in New York. My production company is doing well. Britt and I broke up like two years ago. I found out that-"
"Wait," Quinn stopped her, "Brittany broke up with you?"
"Why would you think that Britt broke up with me? I could have broke up with her."
Quinn laughed but immediately stopped once she saw Santana's serious face, "You broke up with her?"
Santana folded her arms, "Maybe."
"What the hell, Santana?!"
"Don't get mad at me. I had reasons."
"Yeah, sure," Quinn shook her head, "Just continue."
"I don't want to anymore," Santana looked away to the view past the edge of the patio.
Quinn took this moment to admire Santana's dress but instead was met with a large amount of cleavage, "Where's your clothes?"
Santana turned back, "What?"
"Your clothes, Santana," Quinn reached over and pinched her shoulder strap, "Aren't you cold? We aren't teenagers anymore, we can't keep dressing like that."
Santana scoffed, "How are we suppose to dress then? Like we have no fashion sense at all? We can't all be like you, Fabray."
"So sorry I can't go dressing like a hooker every time I go out," Quinn took another sip of her drink, "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't pull it off. My body isn't the same."
"What do you mean?" Santana scanned Quinn's outfit, "You're one of the hottest bitches I know. After myself of course."
"Don't flatter me, I know how I look," Quinn frowned, "I'm getting fat again."
"Not even!" Santana was starting to get riled up, "I'm not lying to you, Quinn. You're fucking hot."
Quinn blushed, "Thanks, San."
"I'm serious, Quinn," Santana said with determination, "What can I do to prove that I still think you're hot?"
Quinn squinted her eyes and tried to figure out if Santana had just said that she "still" thinks she's hot. The blonde looked down at her drink and rose her eyebrows, "I think I'm about drunk."
"Is there food places around here?"
"No Breadsticks," Quinn joked, "but yeah. I'll take you to one if you want."
Santana stood up and offered her hand, "Anywhere's cool, as long as you have no more alcohol."
Quinn grabbed her hand, but not before downing the rest of her drink while her eyes locked on Santana's.
"Nice one, Fabray," Santana commented as she pulled Quinn to her feet and back into the club.
In a few moments, they were out of the club and walking down the sidewalk hand in hand. Quinn thought about how Kitty was doing but the thought was soon forgotten once she almost tripped over air making the two of them start in a fit of giggles.
They walked for a while, talking about everything that they've missed with each other's lives and laughing at poorly said jokes that only the two of them could get.
Quinn stopped walking, making Santana's hand yank back, "What are you doing?"
"I'm stopping," Quinn announced and Santana laughed at the obvious, "I have to be honest, San."
"Hmm?" Santana walked closer to Quinn and swung their hands between the both if them.
"Don't be mad."
"Just spill it."
Quinn held in her laughter as she stepped closer to Santana, basically whispering in her ear, "I don't know where we are."
"Quinn!" Santana threw her head back in laughter, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I was having so much fun," Quinn looked down, "I didn't want the night to end just cause we're lost."
"It's okay, Q," Santana raised Quinn's chin to see her face.
Quinn stared at Santana, the woman's dark brown eyes almost too striking to look at in the moonlight. Quinn's eyes journeyed down Santana's face to stop at her luscious round lips, which were being involuntarily licked from the gaze. Quinn flicked her eyes back to the dark brown orbs, her heart beating too hard to hear anything.
Quinn then realized that she wanted to kiss her. She should probably ask first.
"San," Quinn started, her voice raspier than it was before they stopped talking, "I think I want to kiss you."
Santana's eyes went wide, "That's cool."
"Can I?" Quinn asked as she started to lean in.
As Quinn's lips ghosted over Santana's, the Latina whispered, "Yeah."
Then their lips surged and Quinn felt like she was going unconscious from the sheer force of the kiss.
A loud ringing in her ears made her eyes jump open as she realized that she had indeed went unconscious and was now laying, fully clothed, in her bed. She looked around; she was alone.
She sat up and held her head jarring as she reached over to shut off the alarm.
Quinn knew that she hadn't been dreaming, but she just couldn't remember what happened after that kiss.
Quinn cringed. She had kissed Santana Lopez. She cringed once more. She had kissed Santana Lopez again. Hopefully this time she didn't sleep with her.
"Mom!" A little voice practically screamed from downstairs. It was her daughter, Anna, and it was also 6:30 in the morning on a school day. She usually got up before the alarm to get dressed, make breakfast, and pack up a lunch for Anna. Now she's late and aching. Hopefully from just an hangover.
She crawled out of her bed and opened up the door to raise her voice, "I'll be down in twenty! Looks like your having cereal today!"
"Mom!" Anna whined and Quinn rolled her eyes.
She shut her door and groaned at the noise before making her way into the bathroom. One long shower later and she grumbled her way downstairs and started working on her kid's lunch.
Anna watched her mom as the woman raced around the kitchen and scooped a spoonful of cereal into her mouth, "What's wrong with you?"
Quinn didn't bother to look up as she tossed a sandwich into a lunch bag, "Nothing, Sweetie."
"You look tired," Anna took another bite.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Quinn handed the girl her lunch and perked her ears at the sounds outside, "You're going to miss the bus."
Anna jumped from her chair and Quinn watched the girl gather her stuff and launch out the door, amazed on how grown up she was.
Quinn sighed and slumped over to the couch in the television room and looked up to the ceiling. She wasn't ever going to drink again.
The doorbell rang and Quinn groaned. It was probably Kitty, wondering why she had ditched her at the bar-club place. Quinn stood to her feet and tried to think of a decent excuse.
She opened the door and furrowed her brow, "Santana?"
"Don't look too surprised," Santana smiled from outside. She looked like she didn't even have one drink last night and Quinn wondered if maybe she was a light weight after all, "Are you going to let me in."
Quinn nodded her head and made room for the Latina to come in. She closed the door behind her and watched the Latina look around, "What are you doing here?"
"You're so welcoming," Santana walked further into the house.
Quinn rubbed at her eyes and followed behind, "How do you know where I live?"
"I took you home last night," Santana walked into the family room and went straight for the pictures set up, "You were trashed."
Quinn sighed, "How bad was I?"
"You don't remember?"
"No not really," Quinn sat down ok the couch, "I probably wrote it down."
Santana looked over her shoulder, "You wrote it down?"
"Yeah I picked up a habit of writing down stuff on sticky notes when I'm too drunk," Quinn slumped down into the couch, "Picked it up in college. I think I read about it somewhere."
"Well, no need to look at your notes," Santana teased as she moved to sit next to the blonde, "You wouldn't want to know what happened."
"Was I that bad?" Quinn whined and Santana nodded her head. Quinn sat silently, trying to think of the last time she had gotten that drunk, before turning her head to Santana, "Why are you here?"
Santana shrugged, "I wanted to see if you wanted to do lunch."
"It's 7:30 in the morning."
"Breakfast?"
"Breakfast?"
Santana threw her hands in the air, "I just want to spend time with my best friend! Is that so bad?"
"I'm still your best friend?"
"Okay, forget it," Santana stood up but Quinn stopped her and sat her back down.
"We can spend the day together, I'm not doing anything so it's about perfect," Quinn leaned back into the couch, "But first a nap. I think I have a bit of a hangover."
"Get yourself an aspirin cause I'm nots about to spend most of the day watching you nap," Santana stood up again, but this time bringing Quinn up with her.
The morning was spent with them nagging at each other because of Quinn's headache and Santana's intolerance of her attitude. Once the aspirin set in, it was much better and they spent the day talking and trying their best to catch up.
By middish day, they were in Quinn's room, Quinn sitting on the bed watching Santana root through and insult her closet.
Santana peaked her head to look at Quinn, "What time is it?"
Quinn checked her clock on her nightstand, "Half past three."
"Shouldn't Anna be home by now?"
Quinn smiled at the fact that Santana had remembered her name, "She likes to go over her friend's house after school. She's just across the street."
Santana walked out of the closet and sat on the bed next to Quinn, "That's okay?"
"She's really mature for her age. Also the school is only down the street and she walks home with a bunch of kids," Quinn criss-crossed her legs, "Plus, this is considered one of the nosiest neighborhoods in the city. So, eyes everywhere."
Santana smirked, "Why would you want to live in the nosiest town in the city?"
"It's helpful in some places," Quinn shrugged, "Are you going to tell me what happened last night?"
"Hell nope," Santana leaned back on her arm.
"I remember a few things," Quinn set her finger on her chin, "We drank a bit, we left, we kissed-"
"You remember that we kissed?"
"Unfortunately yes."
Santana smirked, "Selective memory you've got there, Fabray."
"Alcohol does that to you, Lopez."
"I just love how you can't remember anything but kissing me," Santana gave a smug look, "I must be that good."
"Once again, it was just the alcohol."
"Stop with the excuses and just admit it."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Oh you wish."
"I do."
Quinn tilted her head, "Are you trying to flirt with me?"
"Barely."
"Well stop."
"Why?"
Quinn looked away, "I haven't heard from you in years and you randomly come to Connecticut to what? Get me drunk and make out with me? Is this some kind of poorly exicuted plan to get in my pants?"
Santana flinched, "You'd think that I would actually do that?"
Quinn shrugged so Santana leaned forward and whispered, "Not to hurt your ego or anything Quinn, but if I wanted to get into your pants I'm sure I wouldn't have to put that much effort into it, like making a plan. All this is a bit of flirting between two friends. It's not hurting anybody."
Quinn leaned closer to her and started to whisper also, "What's your angle?"
"Maybe I just wanted to kiss you again."
The door bell rang, making them jump apart. Quinn stood quickly and rushed downstairs. She opened the door and didn't have to think of a greeting as Kitty barged her way in.
"Where have you been?" Kitty folded her arms, "I haven't hear from you all day."
"I've been busy," Quinn lied.
"Busy doing what? You don't work!"
"I'm sure it's work being a stay at home mom," Santana said from in back of them, whom was now holding a chilled water bottle, "By the way, Fabray, where's all your good drinks?"
Kitty scrunched up her face and whispered to Quinn, "What is she doing here?"
"You remember Santana? Right, Kitty?" Quinn smiled.
Santana squinted her eyes, "Of course she remembers me."
"How can I forget," Kitty mumbled before looking back to Quinn, "What is she doing here?"
"Why does it matter?" Santana folded her arms.
"It doesn't, I'm just looking out for Quinn."
"What, are you her guardian or something?"
"Why does that matter?"
Quinn gave out a nervous laughter before they got too far into it. She didn't understand what was wrong with them, but she didn't like it, "You guys are ridiculous."
"You're right, Q," Santana walked to the door and sighed, "I'll leave before too 'crazy' in here."
Quinn stopped her, "You don't have to leave, San."
Santana smiled before pulling the door open, "See later, Q. You know, now that I know where you live and everything."
Santana walked out of the house and Quinn sighed.
She looked over to Kitty, whom had an eyebrow raised, "What was that all about?"
"What?" Quinn walked away to the kitchen.
Kitty followed behind, "Why was she here?"
Quinn shrugged, "Does it matter?"
"Now you sound like her!"
Quinn smirked and looked in her fridge, realizing that they only had water as a beverage. If you don't count the milk of course.
"I don't know what's happening here, but it needs to stop."
Quinn turned to look at her, "What are you talking about? Santana's just visiting."
"I know you've had a crush on her since like forever."
Quinn swallowed and turned back to the fridge, "I think I might need to go to the store. For food. And things. Maybe tomorrow."
"Actually, I can't remember," Kitty sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen, "Did you have a crush on Santana or was it that Rachel chick?"
Quinn closed the fridge door and turned on to the other woman, "Seriously? Neither. They're my friends. There was no crushes."
"Sure," Kitty rolled her eyes.
"Look," Quinn sat on the chair next to Kitty's, "Santana and I were and are just friends. It's been that way ever since I can remember. Now stop."
"But-"
"But stop," Quinn put up her hand, making the younger woman sigh.
"Fine, whatever. Just know that her coming here is basically asking for the whole neighborhood to be in your business."
"And why is that?"
Kitty took a look around, like anyone was watching before whispering, "When's the last time you've had a non-neighbor come out of your house."
Quinn blew out some air and sat back in her seat, "It's been a while."
"Exactly," Kitty clicked her tongue, "People will start asking questions, like about who that was or about your sexuality-"
"Why would they ask about my sexuality?"
"Well, I mean, come on," Kitty gestured her hands around.
"Well I hope they would have the decency to mind their own."
"They might, but let's just say that you and Santana are having like a crazy affair thing-"
"Which we're not," Quinn interjected, "because she's only been here for like a day and how would it be an affair anyways?"
"Don't interrupt," Kitty put out a finger, "Let's just say you are. Would you be ready for that type of thing?"
"A relationship with a woman?"
Kitty huffed, "A relationship in total."
Quinn bit her lip and turned away. Of course she was ready for a relationship. She's been divorced for two years now and she had come to terms with her bisexuality right after college. She was more than ready, even for a potential relationship with Santana. If there even is one.
She squinted her eyes at the other blonde, "I see what you're doing."
Kitty smiled, "I'm not doing anything, Quinn."
"You're trying to make me talk about this like its happening though its not," Quinn pointed out of the room, "You can walk yourself out for that."
Kitty rolled her eyes and scooted out of her chair, "Whatever, Quinn. Just make sure you determine the relationship before the neighborhood starts talking."
Quinn rolled her eyes at her friend as the woman walked out of the room.
Quinn sat there for a while trying to figure out why now was a good time for her to have any feelings for Santana. What made right now seem so perfect?
She smiled, realizing the reason was because she was finally happy.
Then she frowned, realizing that she really needed to get to the store. Which didn't make her as happy.
Once at the grocery store, Quinn scanned the aisles, looking for a specific breakfast cereal that her daughter loved more than real food. She walked with a shopping kart in front of her, but stopped once she saw a familiar face.
It was Santana, scowling at items in front of her in a isle. Quinn smiled as she made her way over, stopping just a few feet from the woman, "What are you doing?"
Santana looked over, gave a small smile, before turning back to the items, "I just don't understand."
Quinn furrowed her brows and looked at what the Latina was glaring at, "What?"
"Does this store only carry water?" Santana picked up a bottle and examined it, "What kind of neighborhood is this?"
Quinn laughed, "This is the healthiest supermarket in the city. Self-proclaimed."
Santana placed the bottle to its previous spot, "Disgusting."
Quinn drummed her thumbs on shopping cart before blurting out whatever was on her mind, "I can buy you a soda. During dinner tonight. Or something."
Santana looked over to her, "Are you asking me out?"
Quinn nodded and Santana smirked before saying, "I would love to."
"Great," Quinn blushed but remembered something, "But first you have to find me this cereal thing that Anna likes."
"I don't think you'll find anything that a seven year-old would like in this place," Santana said as she started to push Quinn's cart for her.
Quinn followed with her hands behind her back, "You'd be surprised what a seven year-old would like."
Santana sighed, "You are right about that one, Fabray."
"Fun fact," Quinn poked the woman's side, "I missed you so much before Anna birth, that I actually named her after her Aunty Tana."
Santana smiled and looked down at the cart, "The lies you tell me."
They preceded to walk to the correct isle, laughing at themselves and finding a cereal that, as Santana said, wasn't fit for anyone to eat.