Chapter 4 WHN
A dish broke in the kitchen. Santana rolled over, untangling her legs from the blonde she was sharing the bed with. Despite being awake at 6:55am, this fact brought a small smile to her face. She carefully moved from the bed as to not wake Quinn. She sauntered into the kitchen to see what was happening.
"Morning, sorry. It slipped," said Kurt, looking a little concerned at waking Santana.
"Whatever," said Santana, "I'm up now, I guess. Even though I feel like I just went to bed."
Kurt brought San a mug of coffee and was trying to hide his smirk.
"What?" asked Santana, following him with her dark eyes.
"Ugh, is this your crappy coffee again you've been trying to play off as normal caffeine? she complained, taking a sip.
Kurt kept his back to her, but she could still see the smirk.
"Look Baby Gay, I'm not in the mood for your shenanigans this early. What is your deal?" she asked again.
"It's nothing," he said, now grinning more than ever, "it's not like I have any idea about what's going on around here."
Santana almost spit her coffee out. Did she just hear him right? Isn't that what Q said last night before she cuddled into bed? Kurt wasn't home, she checked.
"I slept on the couch," he confirmed, seeing Santana's wheels burning, "I figured Quinn would need a bed."
Santana didn't know what to say. She wasn't sure what Quinn would say. Hell she didn't know what was going on herself. Luckily for her, Quinn padded into the kitchen just then, still in her pajamas.
Santana took a sip of coffee, while Q helped herself to a hot mug. Kurt was about to mouth something to Santana when she turned around.
"Morning," said Kurt, in his usual perky and happy tone.
"Morning," said Quinn, "do you guys get up this early every morning?"
"I have an early class," answered Kurt, "and apparently San here couldn't sleep."
Santana shot Kurt a look that quickly turned into a smile as Quinn turned to her.
"How come? I slept great," said Quinn.
"Oh this is too easy," mumbled Kurt.
"Pardon?" asked Quinn.
"Oh, um, I said I need to get to class," he replied, smirking at Santana.
They watched him pick up his bag and head out the door.
"He looks like he's enjoying it here," reflected Quinn.
"You have no idea," said Santana. Quinn sat down across from her.
"Rachel gone already?" asked Quinn, looking around.
"She's been locked in the bathroom since I got up," said Santana.
The girls sat at the table sipping on their coffee, not saying much.
"So what's your plan for today?" asked Santana.
"I have to look at train times, but hopefully I can grab an afternoon train," replied Quinn.
"Wish you could stay longer," said Santana, looking down into her empty mug.
"Me too. You have no idea, me too," Quinn placed her hand on top of Santana's.
"I'm super nervous about this meeting tomorrow," admitted Quinn.
"I'm sure everything will be fine. You'll be better off without him anyway." Santana could tell Quinn wasn't buying it.
"I could come with you," Santana suggested quietly.
"Really?" asked Quinn, her body relaxing already.
"Well, it's not like I'm doing anything productive here," said Santana, "I'll have to be back by the weekend though."
"Why what's going on this weekend?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just an audition," said Santana, brushing it off.
"An audition? Santana, that's amazing. Why didn't you say something? What's it for?" asked Quinn.
"It's only a small role. They needed to replace someone," said San, "it's just to get my foot in the door."
"We should celebrate! That's really amazing," said Quinn, her hazel eyes full of excitement.
Santana finally smiled and let some of her own excitement show.
"Let's go for lunch," Quinn offered, standing up and leaning down to give Santana a hug.
The girls got ready and finally managed to pull Rachel out of the bathroom. They asked her to join but she mumbled something about feeling sick and went back to bed.
The girls headed down to the subway and caught the next one to Greenwich Village. Santana had found a little cafe the other day when she was out exploring.
They got a table and ordered lunch talking about nothing in particular.
Quinn brought the subject back to her leaving.
"Are you sure you have time to come back with me today?" She asked, taking a bite of her sandwich.
Santana finished chewing her bite and answered.
"Absolutely. Hopefully I can help take your mind off it," she smiled.
Quinn went back to her food.
"I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think, you're only seeing worst scenario right now," Santana said, trying to ease her friends' worry.
"I can't believe this is happening. Yale was supposed to be my new beginning. I was leaving my mistakes behind me and now I've just made new ones," Quinn explained.
"You can't be so hard on yourself. This year a lot has happened. You're getting over the accident, you moved out on your own and you had to find yourself in a brand new setting," said Santana. "You can't expect everything to flawlessly fall into place. That would be too easy," she added.
"You've seem to be doing just fine," replied Quinn.
"Are you kidding? I'm a hot mess. I dropped out of school and left a full scholarship voluntarily. Then I came here to the craziest place in the world and I'm even more of a no body," stated Santana.
"You're hardly a no body," argued Quinn, "I wish I had half the nerve you had to come up here by myself."
"At least you wouldn't have to do it on your own," added Santana.
Before long, Santana and Quinn were back in the loft packing the bags they had been living out of for the last week. No one was home when they left and Santana decided to leave a note for her housemates. Then, lifting her bag to her shoulder she followed Quinn down to the train station. The train ride was quiet; Quinn was looking over some papers for school and Santana was reading her lines for her upcoming audition. They were both shocked when they heard their stop called over the speakers so soon. They gathered up their belongings and stepped out on to the platform in New Haven.
Santana looked around, it looked nothing like New York, but she could see how Quinn would fit into the elegance of it all. Santana looked for Quinn. She was waiting a few steps ahead.
They grabbed their bags and flagged down a cab to take them to Quinn's.
Quinn's place was cute. She didn't live on campus, instead she lived over a family owned diner. Her apartment had a large window that looked out over the quiet street.
Quinn held the door while Santana stepped in. They dropped their bags and moved further inside.
"This is a nice place," said Santana.
"Thanks," replied Quinn, "do you want something to drink? I think I have some wine."
"Sure, thanks," Santana said as she moved about the apartment looking at Quinn's pictures. Some were pictures of her family; others were pictures of the glee club and Cheerios. Then there was the single picture set aside in a beautiful glass frame. Santana moved closer to see who it was. A smile formed instantly on her face. In the frame was a picture of herself and Quinn on stage at their senior prom. Santana's arm was tightly around Quinn's waist, supporting and holding her, as Quinn took her first couple of steps after her accident. Santana picked up the frame while she thought about that night. The way they fit together perfectly, the sound of their voices melting together, the way her hand felt on Quinn's hip.
"I look at that picture all the time," Quinn's voice brought Santana back.
"It was a good night," said Santana. Quinn stood still while she watched the memories and emotions travel over Santana's face.
"I wanted to kiss you that night when we were alone in the classroom," said Santana.
Quinn moved closer, setting the wine glasses on the table and crossing her arms.
"Why didn't you?" Quinn asked softly. She was standing close enough to Santana to see over her shoulder at the picture she had seen time and time again.
"I didn't think you'd want me to," answered Santana.
They were both silent for a moment, when Quinn's hand grazed down Santana's arm, stopping on her hand.
"I wanted you to," whispered Quinn. Santana turned so she could see Quinn's hazel eyes. She didn't know what to say, she didn't have time to say anything anyway, as Quinn closed the distance between them and pressed her lips softly to Santana's. Quinn wrapped her arms around her pulling her closer. Santana let the picture drop to the couch and she raised her hand to Quinn's cheek. The kiss deepened and soon they broke away to catch their breath. Quinn let her head rest against Santana's.
"I'm so glad you came back with me," said Quinn.
"In this moment I couldn't imagine being anywhere else," whispered Santana against her lips.