Here's the new chapter guys! Fast update huh(:

So I have to let you guy know that I am rewriting the nerd and popular story because someone was writing a plot that was too similar to mine. The thing that was similar was the concept of Finn wanting to date Rachel and Rachel having Quinn come along and that sort o thing, they just change that instead of Quinn being the nerd Santana was. That issue was fixed though, so if you guys want to go read that story I encourage it.

But I will still be writing a second story, and the plot will be something like :

I wont make any of them nerds. Santana will probably be the new running back/ Wide receiver who just transfered to wmhs because her dad is the new head coach of the football team. Quinn is the head cheerleader and I'll probably make Rachel cheerio. Finn takes Santana to a party and thats where she meets Quinn.

That's the only thing that will change, the plot will still be very juicy(:


Chapter 7

Two Years Later.

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"Santana wake up,"

Silence.

"Hey San you have to wake up," Will said as he shook Santana softly.

"Mm?" She finally answer in the slumber of her sleep, "How long has it been?"

"About five minutes," Will said feeling bad for her, "I'm sorry but you have to get up and record your verses,"

"Mmkay," Santana slurred as she got out of the bed of the tour bus.

The band had blown up over the past two years. They were the most successful band in the industry. They had done several tours and had done two albums, which both had several songs that went platinum, and right now they were in the middle of doing their third album. They were also on tour all cross Europe; they had just finished a concert in Italy about an hour ago.

The band had gone on the tour bus after the concert and Santana immediately hit the bed, but it hadn't even been 5 minutes before Will woke her up. She got out of the bed and threw on whatever felt comfy before following Will to the other bus where all the recording happened.

She hadn't gotten much sleep but she knew that work was work. She went in the bus where the producer was waiting for her, her head set and music sheets ready to go. Santana knew the drill; she warmed up her voice before beginning to record.

Honestly she couldn't be happier about how successful the band turned out to be but sometimes she did wish she could get a little bit more sleep.

After recording for about two hours Will decided that it was enough and that they got what they need for the two songs that they were recording.

"What time does my flight leave?" Santana asked Will.

"A few hours more," Will said as he looked at his watch.

Usually the band had about four to three and half days in between concerts. And Santana was going to take full advantage of this; she was going to fly back to the states. One of Quinn's movies was going to premiere tomorrow and Santana knew how much it meant to Quinn if she was there. So she was going to fly in and surprise her. Even though she would basically only spend like a day and a half with Quinn, she knew she was worth it.


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"She hasn't called me at all today," Quinn pouted.

"Relax I'm sure she's fine," Mercedes said.

Quinn and Mercedes were getting ready for Quinn's movie, The Family, was premiering tonight. Their friend Kurt was also there with them, Rachel was in Miami filming a movie but sent Quinn flowers earlier that day to wish her luck. Quinn was currently talking to them about Santana and how she hadn't talked her since yesterday before her concert.

"Yeah she's probably just sleep or rehearsing or recording," Kurt said, "You know her,"

"Yeah Quinn," Mercedes smiled, "but aside from that aren't you excited for your movie tonight?"

Quinn brighten up, "I can't wait! Honestly Bob and Michelle did such an amazing job,"

"I bet you were fantastic," Kurt gushed.

"I kind of wish Santana was here with me," Quinn sighed.

"Okay you need to stop moping. Santana is on tour doing what she loves and you're here doing what you love," Mercedes began, "I'm sure if she could she would be here right now but she's not and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't want you to be moping around,"

"Mercedes is right," Kurt said, "Santana would want you to enjoy tonight. So why don't you girls hurry up so we could get to the event,"

Quinn nodded in agreement and let her stylist do the rest of the work. Even she must admit that she looked beautiful, she would probably take a picture and send it to Santana later. It wasn't long before they finished getting ready and headed down to the car that was waiting to take them. During the car ride Kurt and Mercedes gossip while Quinn took a few shots from the bottle inside the car. It was tradition, she always did this to loosen up for an event, Kurt and Mercedes always joined. But even if she did drink the shots Quinn never got drunk, slightly buzz but never drunk. After what seemed like a few minutes they arrived at the event. And the night began.

The three of them walked the red carpet; they posed together before they spread out to take their single shots. Quinn was half way through the carpet when she heard all the fans behind the gate begin to scream like crazy. She figured a big celebrity must have arrived to get them that hyped so she didn't even turn.

As Quinn was posing a certain way she felt someone from behind wrap an arm around her waist. Quinn jumped slightly and immediately turned her head to see who it was. She figured it was one of her costars or even a friend.

"Oh my god," Quinn gasped.

"Miss me baby?" Santana smirked and kissed Quinn's cheek, "You look beautiful!"

Quinn didn't even hesitate she turned around and embraced Santana. She didn't care if they were on the red carpet or if the photographers were getting everything on video. She couldn't believe Santana was here! In her arms!

"I missed you so much," Quinn whispered.

Santana smiled and slowly pulled away, "Don't cry baby,"

Quinn let out a small laugh; she hadn't even noticed that she was crying.

"Do you want to get off the carpet?" Santana asked.

"I can't believe you're here! Did you fly all the way from Italy!?" Quinn asked.

Santana chuckled, "Let's enjoy the okay, tonight is all about you. So how about we take a few pictures and then go inside to see your movie,"

Quinn nodded and kissed Santana, "I love you so much,"

They posed for the red carpet for a little while longer before Quinn went to go do interviews for the reporters that were there. Santana of course followed Quinn but wasn't really paying attention to the interview.

"Yeah so I am a very luck girl tonight. She flew from Italy to come support me," Quinn smiled.

"Is the rest of the band here?" The interviewer asked.

"Uh no. They were all kind enough to agree to let me miss rehearsal so I could fly back here and see this one," Santana explained.

After that Santana decided not to comment anymore because despite the fact that she was extremely happy to see Quinn she had some serious jet lag. She came from the airport straight here, having her hair and makeup done on the plane and that was something she wouldn't want to do again.

It wasn't long before they began to watch the movie and it was like a good movie date actually. Santana had her arms wrapped around Quinn as she watched tentatively. The movie was actually really good; Quinn was such a badass in it. She loved the part where Quinn beat the shit of the guys at the park and the girl in the bathroom. It was really hot.

However it wasn't long before a scene stopped Santana. It was the scene where Quinn and the teacher had sex.

What the fuck!

Santana immediately retracted her arms from Quinn. Quinn had told Santana that there would be a sex scene but she didn't think it would be like this. The scene made Santana want to hurl, she felt so uncomfortable. She couldn't even focus on the rest of the movie; those images were still fresh on her mind. She felt immense jealousy, while she was in LA Quinn was off in Normandy get banged against the door. What pissed Santana off was that she didn't even tell her how simulated the scene would be. She did not like this at all.

The movie could not end soon enough for Santana. As they made their way towards the car Quinn grabbed a hold of Santana's hand and interlaced their fingers.

"Did you like the movie?" Quinn smiled, "Do you think we should go to the after party?"

Santana slipped her hand out of Quinn's, "Do what you want. I am gonna go home and sleep,"

"Are you okay?" Quinn asked concerned.

"Fucking perfect," Santana mumbled, "Just like the movie,"

"The movie? You didn't like it?" Quinn asked the hurt evident in her voice.

"You know what I didn't like? I didn't like taking a 13 hour flight to see my girlfriend get fucked against a fucking door," Santana hissed.

Quinn flinched, "San... don't be like this! You knew there was a sex scene!"

"What you didn't tell me was that it would be that simulated! That he was practically dry humping you!"

"It's acting! It wasn't real! Why are you doing this? Why are you ruining this day for me," Quinn snapped as tears ran down her face.

Santana was taken aback, "You're right. It was such a waste coming here,"

And with that Santana turned and walked away towards her car. She was so mad and upset about this but she also felt immense guilt because this was supposed to be Quinn's day and she made her cry.

Santana sighed and hit the steering wheel. Things weren't going as planned. She waited for Quinn to get in the car because since she was here Mercedes and Kurt had already taken the car they arrived in. Quinn got in the car wiping her tears, this made Santana's heart clench.

The drive was silent; neither girl said anything to each other. All Santana could hear was Quinn's sniffles every now and then. It got to the point where Santana couldn't take it anymore she pulled up in some parking lot, she needed to fix this.

"Could you just take me home," Quinn whispered, "I really don't feel like going to the after party,"

"Babe," Santana began and reached for Quinn's hand, "I'm sorry; I know I came off as a total bitch,"

Quinn began to cry, "You know how hard I worked on this film? This day was supposed to be special, and then you came and I was beyond excited. But then you tell you didn't like it..."

Santana unbuckled her seat belt and reached over to hug Quinn, "I loved the movie okay... I just hated the sex scene. Babe I am so sorry I made you feel this way. I'm just really tired and I know it's no excuse but I really didn't mean to ruin your night,"

"Was it really a waste coming here San?" Quinn asked in a broken voice.

"I only said that out of anger. You are worth so much more," Santana said, "I'm so sorry baby,"

Quinn just nodded and wiped her tears away. Santana leaned in and pressed her lips against Quinn's, capturing them softly.

Santana pulled away but gave her a quick peck, "Come on let's get you to that after party,"

"San we don't have to go. I know you're tired," Quinn began.

"It doesn't matter," Santana shrugged, "You are going to have a great night sweets, and that's gonna be on me,"


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"I can't believe you're leaving already," Quinn sighed as she clung onto Santana, "I don't want you to go,"

They were at the LAX airport, where Quinn was sending off Santana back to Europe. They were trying to be as discreet as possible because the paparazzi was a few meters from them taking pictures.

"My tour is done in two weeks," Santana said, "Then I'll be back and we'll shoot the music video for our new single and then I'll have all the time in the world to be with you,"

Quinn nodded and rested her head against Santana's shoulder, "I'll still miss you,"

"We can go on a vacay or something," Santana said, "Whatever you want,"

Quinn pulled away and kissed Santana a few times, "Thank you for coming,"

Santana shook her head and looked down, "You shouldn't thank me babe. We had a fight because of my jealousy on one of your most important days,"

"But we made up didn't we?" Quinn tried.

"I'm sorry Q," Santana muttered.

"I love you," Quinn said firmly.

Santana gave her one last kiss, "I'll call you when I land, Te amo princessa,"

Quinn pulled Santana in for a hug, "I don't want to leave things like this. Let's forget what happen last night okay,"

"We're fine Quinn," Santana reassured her, "You want to know why?"

"Why?"

"Because you Quinn Fabray are the love of my life," Santana smiled, "And even if we fight, even if I act like a total bitch and we get mad at each other. We always come back to each other,"

Quinn nodded and smiled.

"Now go home and get some sleep love," Santana said.

"Call me when you land Tana!"

"Promise,"


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Three weeks later.

"Hey babe!" Quinn called out.

Santana came over to where Quinn was calling her. She was at the door and a delivery man was standing there with a big frame that was wrapped in brown paper. Santana smiled, her order had just arrived.

"Is that my delivery?" Santana asked the delivery man.

"It's for Santana Lopez," The delivery man said as he read the clipboard.

"Where do I sign?" Santana smiled.

The delivery man gave Santana a pen and she quickly signed. As soon as he was gone she took the large frame that was slightly smaller than her, into the room where they kept all the awards they have won.

"San what is that?" Quinn asked.

"Open it," Santana smiled as she set it down.

Quinn seemed confused but went over to the frame and unwrapped it. She let out a gasp as she saw what it was. It was a large portrait of the promo picture of Belle Blake, The mob girl next door.

"I got it framed for you," Santana smiled, "You deserved it and it's actually an apology for what happened three weeks ago,"

"It's perfect!" Quinn smiled and jumped on Santana, wrapping her legs around her waist.

"Do you wanna have sex?" Santana asked.

"How about I just suck your dick?" Quinn smiled.

"How about you suck my dick and then we have sex?" Santana winked.

"I have to be on top though!"

Before Santana could answer the door bell rang and Quinn let out a sigh.

"Aw crap. I forgot I was hanging out with Trevor today," Quinn hung her head.

"Trevor? Who is that?" Santana asked.

"Just a new friend I made while you were gone. He used to be on 90210, you remember the character Teddy?" Quinn explained, "We met through Kurt, we have the same taste in music and art and a whole bunch of things,"

"Mhm, so does that mean you're not gonna suck my dick?" Santana pouted.

Quinn shook her head.

"Do you think this Trevor guy will?" Santana asked.

Quinn let out a laugh as she wrapped her arms around Santana's neck, "That's gross,"

Santana chuckled as she made her way through the house holding on tightly onto Quinn, "What are you gonna do with this Trevor guy?"

"We are supposed to go look for some records," Quinn said, "Oh and don't forget we have dinner with my parents tonight,"

"Yes Ms. Lopez!" Santana said seriously.

Quinn kissed her forehead and smiled. She still got butterflies every time Santana said that, even if she was just joking around.

Santana gave Quinn a love bite, if only she knew what she had planned for her.


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PS Quinn will find out in the next few chapters