Chapter 4

"You treat me badly, I love you madly, you really got a hold on me.." –She and Him, "You really got a hold on me"

Santana's phone beeped and she received a text from Quinn.

Quinn: Hey hot stuff.

Santana raised an eyebrow. She was wiping one of the tables at the diner. It was a lazy night; not many customers were in. She composed a reply.

Santana: You say you want NOTHING to do with me and then you go and call me hot stuff. How very Quinn Fabray.

Quinn: Ah, I'll pretend I didn't read that. So, how are you? How's Rachel?

Santana: She's trying to get by. Good thing she has all these projects to keep her busy.

Quinn: That's good. And you?

Santana: Oh let's not pretend you sent me a text to know how I am. I'm pretty sure you need something.

Quinn: god you know me so well.

Santana: so, what's up?

Quinn: just all these crazy number of school work and well, some people..

Santana: what people?

Quinn: none that I'd like to talk about.

Santana: you sent me a text to talk about nothing.

Quinn: Is that bad?

Santana: hell-o, Quinn, you practically dumped me.

Quinn: I can't DUMP you if we're not together.

Santana: You're insane.

Quinn: And you love me.

Santana: god, Quinn, you are such a bitch.

Quinn: Come on. I was joking.

Santana: Yeah? Well how about this: It's so not a joke, Quinn. It's the same thing you did to Puck all those times. I thought you two made up before graduation? What the hell happened after? Oh and it's the same thing you did to Finn. Remember how much you lied to him? Who knows? Maybe it's one of the reasons why his life's been ruined.

Quinn: Don't you dare blame me for that.

Santana: Ha! Have you ever tried blaming yourself, Quinn? Coz we all have been berating ourselves, you know.

Quinn: Fuck you. You don't know me.

Santana: Do you even know you?

"Santana!" Santana's boss, Ricardo, called out, "What are you doing?! We're closing the store."

"Right. Sorry." She said, removed her apron and threw the phone inside her skirt's pocket. She then went on to help clear the tables. Her phone started ringing.

Ricardo sighed, "Dios mio, Santana, we can't get any work done with that phone of yours."

"I'm not going to pick it up," she said.

"Well, maybe you should. Just go home and come back tomorrow when you're back to your usual self."

"Sorry," she said, headed for the door and answered her phone as soon as she was out. "You're going to cost me my job!" she told Quinn who was on the other line.

"How could do you say what you just said?"

"That you're gonna cost me my job?"

"Don't be stupid."

"Now I'm the one who's stupid?" Santana flared up, "Stupid is not caring about the people who care about you. Stupid is lying to yourself which is what you've been doing for so long!"

"Just shut up already!"

"I will if you'd tell me the real reason why you called.

"Santana, just…"

There were a few seconds of silence. Santana could hear Quinn's heavy breathing. Quinn sighed. "Can you just come here as soon as possible?"

"Why?"

"Santana, please." She heard the pleading in Quinn's voice; the voice of sadness and pain.

"You know, I'd like to say no…but fine. I'll go. I'll see you."

"Thank you."

"Yeah, well…I gotta go. I'll be there over the weekend."

"Alright…"

The call ended and Santana put her phone back inside her skirt. Her heart was already full of hope.