(A/N: Sorry it's been such a long time since I updated.)


The entire day was horrific, Sue must have woken up on the wrong side of hell that morning because she was taking her more than normal anger out of Santana and causing the Latina to take it out on 7-10 year old campers.

"My morbidly obese grandmother could do better handsprings than you." Sue yelled over the bullhorn. Santana sighed and wiped the sweat off her forehead before taking a sip of water. The day was almost over and the kids were just finishing their gymnastics practice. "Everyone, take lap." Santana watched her kids faces fall before they all headed out to the field. She started cleaning up the gear and hauling it back to the building when she heard Sue call her name.

"Lopez, here now." Santana rolled her eyes and threw the soccer balls into the shed before running over to the coaches office.

"Yeah?" Santana asked as she put her hands on her hips. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's wrong, Lopez is that you spent more time then necessary playing that stupid communist game when you could have been practising routines."

"Soccer?" Santana asked, more than confused. "We did nothing but routines yesterday. I told the kids we could play for an hour or so."

"I understand you have a devotion to that poor peoples game, but my campers are winners and winners don't need to play for an hour."

"Okay, well; can I go make sure none of my campers are dying of heat stroke?" Santana exclaimed, turning around and walking toward the field. Most of the campers were lying under the pavilion basking in the shade.

"Sorry we got you in trouble, Santana." one of the girls exclaimed as Santana walked over and sat on the picnic table.

"Naw." Santana shrugged, "It's cool. I've had worse from her, try being captain of the Cheerios." The girls all laughed, causing Santana to smile. She looked up and saw Quinn sitting on the top of her car waiting for Santana. "all right Ladies and my handful of boys who got stuck with us." The boys smiled and bashfully looked away from their coach who was wearing a sports bra and shorts. "You're done for the day. Tomorrow we will try something new, like I don't know more routines and when Sue leaves we'll have another match all right? Sweet, now get outta here."

The kids scampered over to their parents and Santana moved over to Quinn's car.

"Hey." Santana expressed as she moved closer.

"Hello." Quinn smiled as she handed the Latina a power-aid. "How was your day?"

"Pretty good." Santana said as she popped the top off the drink and downed about half, some of the blue juice was running down her chin when she pulled the bottle away. Quinn shook her head and lightly wiped it away, "Thanks." Santana blushed, "Anyway, Yeah it was good. Sue's pissed that we played soccer for awhile, but she can get over it."

"Good luck winning that fight." Quinn warned, while the Latina smirked and shrugged, "you think your so badass."

"I AM badass, there is no thinking involved."

"Sure." The blonde condescended as she walked around and slid into the drivers seat. Santana grabbed her bag and got in as well. She pulled her white tank-top out and slid it over her torso. "By the way, Kurt texted me earlier and wanted to know if we wanted to hang out tonight."

Santana made a face, "You can go if you want."

"If I go, you're going." Quinn amended, "Come on. You never do anything but work and hang out at home anymore. Just come out and have some fun for a change." Santana crossed her arms and scowled, "Good girl."


"So, where are we going exactly?" Santana called from the bathroom.

"Finn's mom and Kurt's dad are away for the weekend so they're having a party." Quinn replies as she pulled a dress on over her head.

"Another party?" Santana sighed, as she came out of the bathroom and grabbed her denim cut off shorts and slid them on. "I can't believe you wanna go to this crap."

"Come on, I'm sure it wont suck as bad as the last one. It's Kurt, so only Glee clubbers and he'll have good food." Quinn replied, as she braided back some of her hair. Her eyes drifted over to Santana as she rooted around in her dresser for a shirt. Clad only in a bra she walked across the room and grabbed a plain white V-neck shirt off the pile and slipped it onto her body. Quinn quickly finished her hair, and grabbed the lotion and rubbed some onto her arms and legs while the other girl finished getting ready. They left and walked up to Kurt's house and knocked at the door. Kurt threw it open with a huge smile.

"Santana, Quinn it's lovely to see you." He said leaning in to hug the blonde girl, when he pulled away he thought better of hugging the latina. "Come in." Santana and Quinn walked into the house and saw the entire Glee Club nursing drinks in the living room. Rachel was animatedly chatting away with Finn, while Mercedes was learning a new dance move from Matt and Mike, Artie and Tina were talking about something lame to Puck when the girls moved into the room.

"Hey guys." Artie exclaimed, looking up from his conversation. Quinn smiled and walked over to them as Santana moved to sit next to Puck.

"Damn, Lopez." He astounded, eying the girls attire. "Have you been working out? You look fucking hot."

Santana just rolls her eyes and accepts the drink that Kurt handed her. "I'm always hot Puck." She stated simply, Quinn smiled and tried to suppress a laugh at Pucks face. "Jesus, stop leering at me."

"Sorry, but damn." He said, his eyes running up the expanse of her legs.

"Stop being a perv." Quinn replied defensively, causing him to redirect his glance.

"I mean your hot too, Q." He amended, Quinn rolled her eyes and moved to sit on the floor, leaning against Santana's legs.


An hour or so later everyone except Santana was mildly buzzed, and chatting animatedly about Glee club. Quinn looked up noticing the bored expressing on the girls face; she pressed her lips against the girls knee causing her to jump.

"You okay?" Quinn whispered, noticing the fact the Latina's caramel skin had broken out into goose-bumps.

"Bored." Santana whispered back with a slight shrug. Quinn nodded and turned her attention back to the group. Kurt had watched the interaction between the two girls and raised his perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Have you talked to Britt since she left, Santana?" Kurt asked, watching as both girls turned and looked at him.

"Uh." Santana stammered, "No, I guess she emailed me the other day once she arrived, but she really doesn't know how to use a computer."

"When does she come back?" Kurt continued.

"Five days." Both Quinn and Santana replied. Quinn got up to refill her drink and walked into the kitchen closely followed by Kurt.

"So." He started quietly. "Do you like her or are you just trying cause trouble for fun?"

Quinn turned to him and glared, "Kurt." she warned, "You have no clue what you are talking about, so please back off."

"See, I think it's the second one." Kurt exclaimed, "I think that Brittany did or said something; and you wanna screw with her head."

"First. Do you really think that would work on Brittany?" Quinn questioned, "Seriously, girl is dumber than Finn. Secondly, why would I try to piss her off by hanging out with Santana? We live together, we're friends."

"Sure." Kurt condescended, as he turned to head back out to the living room. Quinn leaned against the counter only looking up when she heard footsteps. Santana walked over and leaned next to her.

"Hey." Quinn sighed, as she looked at the other girl.

"They started talking about football and I lost whatever interest I had invested." Santana stated, "why are you in here?"

"I was getting a drink, until Kurt cornered me."

"What did he want?"

"He thinks I'm only hanging out with you to mess with B." Quinn sighed, "You don't think that right?"

"No." Santana replied, "But, it is confusing. I don't understand where all this is coming from."

"I never really had the ability to talk to you about it before."

"You live with me, how have you not been able to say, 'hey, S. I kinda wanna kiss you senseless.'?"

"You're always with Brittany." Quinn reminded her, "I kissed you senseless?" the blonde asked, watching as a slight blush tinted the other girls cheeks.

"Maybe." The latina admitted, "We shouldn't talk about this here." she motioned around the room. "Liza in there probably has it bugged or something."

Quinn laughed and nodded, "We should stay a bit then go home and talk okay?" Santana nodded and followed Quinn back into the living room.