Skipping A Beat

Chapter 4: Exchange of Energy

Quinn

Quinn Fabray couldn't be happier when the weekend finally came about. She enjoyed school and it was a healthy distraction, but she needed time to herself. Everybody wouldn't stop expressing their condolences, and she appreciated it but it was becoming too much. She just wanted it to end, all it did was remind her of everything that changed and all that she lost.

Her friends were doing what they could to make it stop being so hard but that only eased the pain a little bit. Quinn tried to keep up her cool appearance, but she knew her emotions were slipping onto her face clear as day. It made her feel out of control, like nothing she could do would be good enough anymore.

One plus to it all was her ability to make new friends easier, without her HBIC facade in place people found she was much more approachable. She even agreed to join the Glee club with the really annoying Justin Timberlake wannabe teacher. Quinn only joined because Isabella, one of her new friends, had convinced her to. After their awkward meeting, she found the other girls company to be pleasant, she even gave her her number. They hadn't hung out outside of school yet, but they talked in history and before school, and had even texted a couple times.

The thing about Quinn was she read people with ease, always figuring them out before they themselves knew. She figured herself out in time, coming to the conclusion that she wasn't exactly straight, but she wasn't sporting a rainbow flag either. And if Quinn appreciated one thing, it was the soft, feminine features of her fellow peers. It wasn't too distracting to her, she more noticed if somebody was attractive or not if anything, but something about the new Latina had her stomach twisting in knots. She couldn't understand the girl's personality and intentions as well as she normally would, but something in her told her that she was a good person, but maybe a little bruised.

What brought the blonde to these thoughts was when she saw said Latina walking into the Starbucks on her way out of the bookstore across the street. She smiled and followed her new friend into the coffee shop, coming up beside her when she found her in line.

Quinn leaned on the counter and watched from a slight distance as the brown eyed girl studied the board. She tried to look nonchalant, like she hadn't bolted across the street in hopes of sharing a moment with the girl. She didn't need to come off as desperate as she felt.

"I didn't have you pegged as a coffee girl, you know. " Quinn finally said when she felt she had waited long enough for her presence to be discovered.

The latina's eyes shot to her in a second, and it was then that Quinn realized it wasn't Isabella, but somebody who looked very similar to her. She tried not to blush with embarrassment, instead settling for her cocky smirk. The girl just stared at her, not moving, not breathing, nothing. It was unsettling because nobody should be able to remain that still and hold out on oxygen for that long.

After the moment passed, the girl took several long strides to her until she was directly in front of her. Way too close for comfort, personal space boundaries had definitely been breached, but Quinn couldn't move a muscle.

"Charlie," the girl breathed out.

Before she had the chance to respond, hands had tugged her flush against the dark skinned girls body and lips were being placed on hers. It lasted maybe half a second, before it was cut off, and the girl jumped back a foot.

"What the fuck," Quinn mumbled to herself, too shocked at the events that just transpired.

"Who are you?" the girl snarled.

Quinn crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at the accusing tone, because, seriously? She hadn't been the one to kiss a complete stranger.

"You're asking me? Are you kidding?"

The girl opened her mouth but decided better than to express whatever she was about to say. The deep frown on her face contrasted to the desperation in her eyes. The girl had to be a lunatic, and Quinn should have just walked away, but then again, the girl was a very attractive lunatic.
"I thought you were somebody else, an old friend, I didn't mean to kiss you," the girl finally said.

"Do you kiss all your friends like that?" Quinn inquired.

"I don't have friends. I apparently don't have a functional mind either."

Quinn shifted her weight, feeling so awkward, but deciding not to leave just yet. The latina was looking at her with such amazement, she must have forgotten to keep her scowl in place. Quinn watched as her eyes raked up and down her body before they returned to her face, staring into her eyes. She took a step toward her, and Quinn didn't know if she should bolt before she was molested, or if she should just allow whatever the girl needed to happen. It's not like she could kidnap her from the middle of a crowded coffee shop.

"Your name?" the Latina asked abruptly.

"Uh, Quinn, yours?" she responded unsurely.

"Santana Lopez."

"Lopez?"

"Yeah, am I already that popular in this shithole of a town?" the girl smirked.

"You are related to Isabella?"

Quinn knew she had to be, there isn't any coincidence in two people showing up at the same time, with the same last name, with almost identical features. Still, something about the girl made her unsure if she should ask. She was right to have that feeling, because the girl's jaw clenched and she stiffened into a pose so rigid she could be a statue, the change in demeanour was incredible.

"Only by blood," the girl, Santana, said.

Quinn didn't know how to respond to that so she didn't, and decided it was about time to take her leave.

"Well it's been..interesting meeting you, Santana Lopez, but I should probably get going."

She slowly nodded her head and bit her lip, Quinn couldn't figure out what was on the girl's mind much like she couldn't figure out Isabella's. She offered the girl a small smile and made her way to the door. She made it halfway to her car, a cute little yellow bug, before she felt a hand on her arm. She turned around with a raised eyebrow, knowing exactly who had a grasp on her arm. She felt the same long nails lightly tease her skin as she did in the store.

"Forget something?"

"Call me," Santana said simply.

Quinn paused for a beat before responding, "Why would I want to do that?"

"You hit on me in Starbucks, and my gaydar is blaring. And if the way your eyes traveled across my body is any indication, this attraction, this exchange of energy, is affecting you the same as me. So either we can just get all this tension out right now, or we can build up to that. I'm good with both options, but I feel like you, Goldilocks, wouldn't be down with the quick lay. So, call me."

Quinn's heart picked up in pace, and she wasn't sure if she should or not. She took a glance behind her to give herself time, but when she turned back, she saw her phone in Santana's hand.

"How did you-"

"I'm quick. And my number is in there. Call me."

Santana smirked one last time before walking back into the coffee shop, leaving her stunned and confused. Quinn sat in her car without being conscious of it, her mind was on pretty much everything but what she was doing. She opened her contacts and scrolled to the "S"'s but didn't find the girls name. She quickly scrolled through the rest before finally finding a contact she knew she hadn't had before.

The Hotter Twin

And with that, Quinn's suspicions were confirmed, not only were the two completely different girls sisters, but twins at that. She looked around the coffee shop one last time before groaning and deciding to grab a cup to go to stifle some of the emotions she unexpectedly felt.