Grr to me for not updating sooner!

I'm really sorry about that, but here's the next chapter!


"Thanks for letting me take the couch." Santana said as her parents finished pushing the furniture against the wall. She had just set down the last box of her belongings on the floor.

"It's no problem, sweetie." Her mother replied.

The three of them stood in the area, eyes tracing around, none of them were quite ready to say goodbye. The silence lasted a few moments before Mr. Lopez finally sighed, "well, I think that's everything."

Santana nodded, "yeah, papi it is."

Her parents each eyed her for another brief moment, dazzling smiles upon their faces. "Mija," her mother stepped over to her, "do you know how proud of you we are?"

"I could guess."

"We're gonna miss you so much." Mrs. Lopez wrapped the girl into her arms, "you be safe, and promise to call every weekend-"

"Ma-"

"Every weekend." Her mother said sternly.

Santana shrugged softly, "every weekend…for now." She rolled her eyes at her mother's glare.

"All right." Her father stiffened up, "I think it's time to go."

"Daddy, you don't have to be strong for me."

Mr. Lopez gave her a sheepish wave, "are you kidding? I'm perfectly fine." He smiled with his arms wide open, waiting for his little girl to fall into his embrace.

"I love you, guys." Santana whispered.

"We love you, too." Her father stated, "now remember, pepper spray."

Santana nodded, "I got it."

"Rape whistle."

"Dad-"

"I mean it, Santana, and keep your phone with you at all times, volume high."

"I know."

"And-"

"Antonio," Her mother interjected, "she's gonna be fine."

Santana gave a small nod as her father squeezed her against his chest once more before letting her slip away. "You call if you have any trouble." He said. "We love you honey, and wish you the best…send us all your magazine articles, would ya?"

Santana nodded with a soft chuckle. She could hear her mother sniffle and quickly turned to her, "you cry, I'll cry." She said, "and if that happens you all won't be going anywhere…so stop. Please?"

"Okay," Her mother nodded, wiping at her eyes, "just one more hug."

Santana happily obliged, and with a few more goodbyes (from her mother) and some warnings (her father) as well as a promise to call when they arrived back in Lima, the young girl was closing the door behind her parents.

As she leaned against the hard wooden door, she sighed. Eighteen years old, two months out of high school and she was finally on her own. Living in the Big Apple.

New York City.

Santana let her eyes wander, thinking up ways to decorate her space.

Her home.

Letting out a deep breath the raven haired beauty set to work on unpacking. She moved onto the small kitchen space and picked up one of the three boxes on the floor in that area. She set the box on the table that her father had picked up for her at a flea market and cut the box open. It was the normal kitchen necessities. A black ceramic kitchen dish set; four plates, four bowls, four coffee mugs and four regular glasses. Then four sets of silverware.

Santana set the plates in the cabinet above the stove and the bowls in the one next to it. The cups and glasses went on the other side of the plates. And the silverware went into the drawer below the counter that was linked to the sink and the stove.

When she went to pick up the second box there was a knock on the door causing Santana to frown. It was most likely her father doing a quick check-up before leaving.

She set the box upon the table beside the empty one before walking over to the door, where the knocking continued. "You don't have to worry, I'm fine." She said as she opened the door.

"Well, I guess that's good to know."

"Quinn."

"You remember? I'm touched."

"Oh, haha."

"No, truly I am." Quinn replied, "It's good to know that even though you live in this big city you still have room in that little heart of yours for me."

"Little heart?"

"Big head…little heart."

Santana scoffed grabbing the blonde's wrist, "would you come in already."

"Well if it-"

"Shut up." Santana waved her hand, "could you just go back to normal Quinn, please? I miss her."

The blonde shrugged, "I'm not sure who that is."

Santana quirked an eyebrow.

"Well, was it dorky Lucy back in middle school, celibate-bitchy Quinn, Cheerio Quinn, pregnant Quinn, HBIC Quinn, Conniving Quinn, Skanky Quinn, evil genius with a crazy messed up head Quinn or wheelchair Quinn? You see, I've been so many different me's I'm not sure which one I actually am." She shrugged setting her bag on the couch and turning to face Santana, "I think I suffer from multiple personality disorder."

Santana smirked, "or whoever writes your life really hates you."

"That could be."

"Your like a test dummy for every horrible thing that could happen to someone in life…and it's all happened in three years." Santana let out a chukcle, "you know I think wheelchair Quinn's personality is the one you stuck with…and that's pretty good for me."

"Are you sure, because you said you wanted normal Quinn back."

"It's okay."

"I'm sure she's in here somewhere, we just haven't met her yet."

"I'm okay with you, Q." Santana assured, slipping into the kitchen and grabbing some water from the fridge, tossing the blonde a bottle as she stopped at the table to continue with the box. "What are you doing here anyway."

"Oh," Quinn took a sip of her water before setting it beside her bag. And sitting on the couch with a box on the coffee table that rest in front of her. She opened the box mindlessly while explaining. "You see I figured since this was you first night in a big city away from home you wouldn't mind the company."

Santana cocked her head to the side, watching Quinn dig through the box.

"So here I am." Quinn finished, "ooh, these curtains are really nice." She stood up, "you mind if I hang them."

Santana shook her head, "knock yourself out."

Quinn gave her a soft smile before she made her way to the windows and began to take down the old curtains, "you know I always assumed New York apartments would be a little trashy-that's how they are in movies-but this isn't that bad."

"It was when we first got here…my parents found this place for me about a month ago. They hired cleaners and movers to clean and furnish it, that's why it's looking so good. Mom and dad actually just left about fifteen minutes ago, dropped the couch and table off last minute."

"Yeah, I saw them outside."

"Did you follow us here?"

"No, why?" Quinn finished with the curtains and moved back to the box.

"Well, I hadn't really given anyone my address, how'd you-"

"Brittany." Quinn interrupted, "I knew she had your address, and she was worried about you. I have to get to New Haven soon anyway so I just told her I'd swing by."

"And your mom let you come all alone."

Quinn gave her a look of exasperation, "you expect my mom start being all protective and mom-ish now? Please, she missed out on that role about fourteen years ago."

"Your mom stopped being a mom when you were four?"

"I was talking with my dad about politics when I was four, what do you think?"

Santana gave her a sad smile before she turned back to unpacking her kitchen, she quickly put all of the cooking utensils in whichever places she could find before grabbing the last kitchen box which was full of canned food items which she stacked in the shelf that was built into the wall of the room.

When she had finished unpacking her final box Santana stood up and set the empty box upon the table with the other empties before taking a drink of her own water and wandering into the living room area. "How the hell did you get through four boxes in the time that I'd gotten through one."

"It's a secret talent of mine." Quinn smirked picking up another box, "this says bedroom."

Santana pointed to the door on the left, "get to work."

Quinn rolled her eyes but she set off in the direction anyway.

Santana took a quick look around the area noticing the empty boxes were piled in a corner, and Quinn had moved the coffee table a few inches to better align with the couch, the TV was all set up along with the DVD player and some of Santana's DVD's. The Latina smiled to herself before grabbing another box she then walked to her room.

Having a friend like Quinn was pretty damn useful.

When she entered the room she set her box on the bed that her mother had made for her earlier and watched Quinn sift through the box.

"Is this a journal?" Quinn asked her eyebrow cocking up as smirk played on her lips.

Santana rolled her eyes, pulling the book from her grasp, "it's not a journal." She replied.

"Then why'd you pull it away?"

There was knock on the door pulling the girls' eyes away from one another and toward the door. Santana shrugged, tossing the book onto her bed as she walked over to the door.

"Hi!" Brittany all but squealed when Santana had pulled the door open.

"Brittany!" Santana laughed, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. "What are you doing here?"

"I came with Quinn." Brittany said, "she didn't tell you?"

Santana frowned looking over to the shorter blonde, "no, she didn't."

Quinn gave her a wicked look before saying, "oh, hey, just so you know I brought Brittany."

"Oh, gee thanks." Santana muttered sarcastically.

"She insisted on finding the apartment on her own, when we got here, Brittany asked to borrow my car." Quinn shrugged.

Santana nodded, looking back to the taller blonde, "so why'd you borrow her car?"

"This!" Brittany said stepping back into the hallway and pulling a full-length mirror into view. "I know that you were sad that the one in your house was actually attached to the door and you couldn't bring it with you so I bought you one."

Santana's grin turned into a full-blown smile, "I love you."

"I love you, too." Brittany smiled back, "I can only stay for the night though, after I have to get back home, I've got some summer school to make up and it starts on Monday."

Santana grabbed her hand and pulled her and the mirror into the apartment, closing the door behind, "is Quinn going back with you?"

"I'm taking a train." Brittany said, shaking her head. "We drove because Quinn's gotta have her car in Yale, she's meeting her mom there on…Tuesday? Right Quinn?"

The blonde, who had turned to the shelf Santana's father had put up, finished lining books up and turned back to her, "yeah…since I'm not going back I bought her a ticket for a train tomorrow at 2:00 and I'll drop her off on my way to see Rachel."

Santana frowned, "I can't drop her off?"

Quinn shrugged, "you can if you want." She turned back to the box she was standing at, "I really don't care…it was my idea for her to be here, I brought her here, I figured I'd drop her off. I planned on her staying more than one night though."

"You did?"

"I was going to." Brittany said, pulling Santana over to the couch with her, "Quinn's actually staying with Rachel tonight."

"You are?" Santana looked over at Quinn, "I thought you were staying here?"

"No." Quinn shook her head, propping a snow globe she'd just shaking up onto the bookshelf she was at. She turned to Santana, "I know you had to leave home early and you and Brittany didn't get a…" She shrugged embarrassedly, "…you know-proper goodbye-so when I said you shouldn't be alone on your first night here I meant you'd be with her."

Santana took the look on her friend's face in. She always thought it was funny when Quinn got embarrassed about certain 'adult' topics. Her cheeks always brightened with a blush and sometimes she wouldn't make eye contact.

"My stuffs in my car." Quinn continued, "the bag I brought up was Brittany's…I'm staying with Rachel tonight and I'll be back to meet you guys for coffee around noon."

"Santana, San, hey!"

I love that voice.

"Santana."

"Quinn." Santana whispered back.

"Hey."

She felt something shake her shoulder before she turned to the side. Quinn was looking at her with a concerned frown, her hand resting upon her shoulder.

"What?"

"It's your scene." Quinn said, nodding toward the table.

Santana furrowed her eyebrows, "my what?" She looked around the area noticing there was no apartment in New York. Quinn's hair was longer, and there was no Brittany.

She was at a table full of cast members and the movie director.

The table read.

"Oh," She shook her head, "I'm so sorry, I must've spaced out." She shifted uncomfortably in her seat before picking up the script that was laying in front of it and flipping to the right page (after glancing at Quinn's). She then cleared her throat and glanced at the page before finding her line.

"We'll start up the scene again, starting with Teal's line. Quinn." Jessica; their director stated.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying any attention." Quinn read.
"No, it's uh-it's okay." Santana whispered.
"It's not, I think I ruined it."
"No, it's supposed to look like that."
"Are you sure? It looks trashed."
"I-I think it looks pretty good."
Quinn laughed, "I really think you're just saying that…I'm Teal."
"Teal?"
"Yes, I know it's weird. Mom's favorite color and all."
"No I like it."
Santana quickly interrupted. "It's unique."
"And you are."
"Anything but…"
Santana turned to the girl, "I'm Veronica."
Quinn was staring back at her. And the hesitation with her next line wasn't written in the script. She blinked quickly before looking back at her lines, "uh, do you go to-" She cleared her throat. "Do you go to school here?"
"Just transferred."
Santana said, her eyes still on Quinn, "from NYU."
"NYU? That's impressive. Why'd you leave?"
"Figured Cali's got something special for me."
Quinn nodded, "Then I hope for your sake you find it."

"I think I have." Santana whispered.

Quinn's head snapped her way, before her eyes glanced back to the script in front of her.

"I like it!" Jessica cried out with the clap of her hands, "brilliant, Santana scribble that in your script."

Santana's eyes looked around the table, noticing everyone looking at her. "W-what?" She asked, her eyes landing on Jessica. "I'm sorry."

"That line." Jessica stated, "girl, that was beautiful, I'm kind of ashamed I hadn't thought of it. Especially for what's to come between these two…write it down, don't forget." She ushered before turning to Mr. Lancaster, "Harvey, these two, where did you find them?"

Harvey let out a soft chuckle, "well, Miss Fabray came from Yale, a buddy of mine is a professor there and he sent me a tape from…"

Santana turned to Quinn as the man continued talking, "what am I supposed to add?"

Quinn; who was still staring at her script looked up with her piercing eyes, "huh?"

"What did I say?" Santana shrugged, "she got so hyped up about something and I don't even know what it was."

"The line, Santana."

"Which one?"

"I think I have." Quinn replied.

Santana started at her a moment before her eyes snapped wider, "wh…" Did I say that out loud! "She wants me to add that?"

Quinn was nodding.

Santana gave her a soft chuckle, "I was hoping she'd like it." She shrugged picking up her pencil, eyes skimming the page for the line break to write it in.

"It's on the bottom." Quinn aided, before she reached out and pointed to the last line she had spoken. Then for your sake I hope you find it. "You know if you use a highlighter and highlight Veronica's name then it'll be easier for you to keep track." Quinn said.

Santana finished scribbling the line into her script before looking over to Quinn's, noticing that every one of Quinn's lines had Teal's name highlighted in green. She also notice Quinn had neatly written the line at the bottom of her script page as well. "Thanks." Santana said.

"All right." Jessica broke out, causing them to look at her with the rest of the cast. "That concludes this table read, we'll pick up where we left off tomorrow. Remember if everything goes smoothly during the table reads we'll begin filming this weekend." She gave them a smile as the cast began leaving the area. "You two." She stepped over cutting in front of Quinn and Santana. "Whatever you're doing keep it up." She gushed, "the chemistry between the two of you is unreal. It's like you've known each other your whole lives instead of only just meeting."

Quinn shook her head, "well, that's not technically true, we went to high school together."

"Oh, really?" Jessica asked. "Well, that explains a lot. Anyway, I love what you've been doing this entire time, so keep it up." She smiled before pushing past them.

Quinn and Santana shared a look before Jessica's voice pierced back through their ears, "although it would be better for you to not zone out tomorrow, Santana?"

The Latina looked at her, "of course, yeah…again, I'm really sorry about that."

"It's okay. Just don't let it happen again." Jessica said before she walked off.

Santana let out a soft chuckle before she turned to Quinn, "crazy…" She shifted on her feet a moment before her eyes traced the contours of Quinn's face. "Hey, um, y-you wanna go get something to eat?"

She watched Quinn's smile fade, and her eyes shift up to her own. It caused Santana's heart to clench tightly. No. "Santana, I…I would love to, I just, I can't today. I've already got plans."

"Oh." Santana said, "well, okay…maybe we could do it after the table read tomorrow?"

"Yes." Quinn said quickly, before shaking her head, her cheeks tinting pink before she said, "tomorrow we'll eat…I mean we can eat today, but tomorrow we'll eat together." She rolled her eyes at her own stupidity before she said, "I'm just gonna…I'll see you tomorrow."

Santana gave her a nod a grin plastered on her face as she watched the blonde walk away.


Okay, so there's that chapter!

Anyway, did anyone catch the last episode of Glee? I was actually really sad, and kind of scared for Brittany (and everyone else but Brittany definitely)...

I think the episode would've been better if it had been done in an earlier season because they had better actors (Dianna, Naya, Cory, Chris and Lea) but that episode was done really well and I definitely feel as though some of the newer people definitely have some good acting chops (Becca, Melissa, Blake (who I didn't really think was that great at first) and Jacob) to me I think those were the ones who definitely showed how good they could be in that episode...

...And lastly before I end my ramble on something you probably don't even care about, The Bram story I think is really good, the fact that Sam loved Brittany enough to go out and get her during that time was really cute and heartbreaking Chord did amazing in that episode. I love Brittany and Sam they work for me. I mean he got her Lady Tubbington to be with Lord Tubbington so they have a family, it just works!

Anyway, thanks for reading!