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This chapter is a little more angsty, hope you enjoy! :-))
Santana had walked into her room, shut the door, pulled her clothing off and flopped onto her bed. The thinking stopped there as an alcohol induced haze forced her brain to shut down and sleep for the night.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly but then shut immediately, the blinding white light emphasising the pounding in her head. She had no clue what time it was but she was sure that the sun was out. She must have forgotten to close the curtains last night. Last night...
The memories came flooding back, why could she not have been drunk enough to forget everything?
She had basically screwed Quinn Fabray on her kitchen counter. The Quinn Fabray that got impregnated by what was basically a one night stand. The same Quinn Fabray that deserved the world. The blonde angel that Santana loved. Santana should have known better.
Santana sat up and her head pounded a little harder. Quinn kissed me though, right? Just pull yourself together Lopez and go speak to her, apologise, tell her it was the alcohol, do whatever you have to do.
Santana grabbed the clothes from the previous evening that had been left where she tossed them. She pulled her hair into a bun and made her way out of her room. Walking into the lounge Santana was expecting to see a sleeping form on the couch. Instead she found some neatly folded sheets and an empty apartment. Santana stared at the couch for a solid minute before going to the kitchen.
She opened the fridge and retrieved a bottle of water, then went searching through her newly packed cupboards for an aspirin. Santana drank two of the pills and walked back into the lounge where she sat on the couch staring at nothing in particular.
"Where have you gone Quinn?" She mumbled to herself.
Santana sat back in her chair, pushing her brain to think of a place that Quinn may have gone to.
"Maybe Rachel and Kurt's?" Santana said aloud.
She hadn't actually been there before, hell, she didn't even know the address. Tina could ask Blaine though, surely he would know. So Santana sent a message to Tina asking her to find out. Santana hopped into the shower.
An hour and a half later, Santana had the address and was on her way to her old classmates place. She had made sure to look extra well put together and luckily she had been able to hide the bags under her eyes.
Santana found the building and knocked on what she assumed was GayBerry's front door. It slid open and she found herself face to face with one Kurt Hummel. She watched as the confusion flitted over his face before he said: "Santana? What are you doing here? I thought you were in Louisville. I mean do they not have classes or something?"
"Slow down, Lady Lips. I dropped out of college. I live in New York now and I was wondering if Quinn is here?" Santana said, exasperation evident in her voice. She really didn't have time to catch up, she needed to find Quinn.
"She was here earlier. She went to the park down the road with Rachel."
"Where down the road exactly?"
"I'll take you." Kurt said as he reached behind him to grab his keys and jacket.
Santana walked side by side with Kurt.
"So you live in New York. What are you doing?" Kurt asked.
"I am going to try the whole singing thing. I got a gig at a place called The Mahogany Room, it's near my apartment. It's only once a week but it's a start." Santana answered.
"Wow, that's pretty amazing. Now, why is Quinn here and why are you looking for her?" Kurt pried.
"That, teen gay, is none of your business."
"Oh, okay. Well the park is around the corner."
They turned the corner and were greeted by the sight of Quinn and Rachel sitting on a bench, talking. Rachel looked up and spotted the two of them approaching. Quinn soon followed her gaze. Quinn stood up and seemed as if she was a deer caught in head lights, as if she wanted to run but her feet wouldn't move.
Santana and Kurt came to a stop right in front of the other two.
"What are you doing here Santana?" Quinn said softly.
"I came to find you. I... I'm sorry about last..." Santana began but Quinn cut her off.
"Rachel, Kurt, could you give us a minute please?"
"Yeah sure, Quinn. We will be right over there." Rachel said, gesturing to a bench quite a way away.
As the other two moved away Quinn took Santana's hand and led her to the merry-go-round.
"I gave you an out Santana. You never had to speak to me again. Why did you come here?" Quinn asked as she sat on a bar of the merry-go-round. Santana was still standing on the dirt just trying to formulate an answer. Why had she come here?
There is no way their friendship could go back to what it was, right?
"I came to apologise. I let it go too far. That should never have happened. You are important to me, Quinn. I let you drift away from me once before and I'm not letting it happen again."
"Santana, things will never be the same and you know it. I can't do this." Quinn said, gesturing between the two of them.
Santana had had enough of looking into Quinn's anguished and confused face so she took hold of the bars and said: "Hold on."
Quinn did as she was told and secured herself. Santana pushed them around for a few minutes without saying anything. She just enjoyed the whimsical feeling that the wind in her hair was creating. Soon she had a genuine smile on her face and the smile grew to full on laughter. However, the laughter wasn't just her own, it was mixed with Quinn's too.
Santana stopped pushing them around and allowed the merry-go-round to slow down on its own. A few minutes passed.
"You have to realise that you are my best friend, S." Quinn broke the silence, "I can't lose you over something like this. Feelings change all of the time."
"You kissed me first, Quinn." Santana said, not looking into Quinn's face.
"I know that, San, but..."
Santana's sigh cut Quinn off.
"But to you I'm always going to be that scared, little teenage girl, who kissed her best friend and fell in love, right Q." Santana said before turning and walking away.
Quinn was confused.
Which best friend was she talking about. She distinctly remembered Santana kissing both of her best friends.
"Which best friend, Santana?" Quinn shouted out but either Santana didn't hear her or she was ignoring Quinn's question. Santana disappeared around the corner without turning back.