Santana Lopez was sat stretched across the sofa feeling extraordinarily crappy. Quinn had gone out and left her to her own devises. She felt as if she had been ditched. Quinn had gone out with Sam, her ex boyfriend. Santana had made all these plans! They were gonna go see a movie and then hit some bars and get crazy wasted. Friends came BEFORE boyfriends right? But Sam wasn't necessarily Quinn's boyfriend was he? No in fact he definitely wasn't they had ended that relationship AGES ago. Santana couldn't help but feel angry… She felt all her feelings of hate coming back. Stupid Quinn. Santana thought to her self clenching her fists.
As time went by Santana grew more and more lonely and she couldn't resist the urge to call Brittany. She could see it now Brittany sat at home alone watching a movie with Lord Tubbington, missing her girlfriend. Santana picked up her cell and dialled the number carefully and before she new it Brittany was calling down the phone saying repeatedly, "Hello? Is it you Santana Hello?" Santana regretted calling her in the first place and immediately hung up.
Santana lay back on the sofa feeling like an idiot. A single tear fell down her cheek as she began to drift off into a peaceful sleep.
Santana woke in the middle of the night feeling disturbed, as she began to properly come round she opened an eye to reveal a drunken Quinn stumbling through the door way giggling and hiccupping as she did so.
Santana stretched, then yawned heaving herself off the sofa. Quinn took a tumble and crashed to the floor laughing hysterically, leaving Santana to drag Quinn up. "I love you man." Quinn muttered as Santana held Quinn in her arms shifting her on to the sofa.
Quinn looked deep into Santana's eyes and said whilst smiling prettily, "Have you been crying San?" Quinn said gracefully, Quinn then ruined her sudden turn of grace by slapping Santana's cheek and shouting, "Anybody home?" Santana giggled nervously and began to tuck Quinn under a blanket. As Santana finished tucking her in, Quinn moved her head in towards Santana's and pressed her lips onto hers. Santana was too tired to notice what was really happening and deepened the kiss moving her face closer. They were lost in the kiss for many minutes until sober Santana realised this wasn't the best idea and pulled away. Santana stood up from crouching down then glanced at Quinn for a moment then rushed out of the room shaking her head in fury.
Santana lay in Quinn's bed feeling angry, she couldn't do this… Quinn couldn't ditch Santana then act like everything was ok! Sure she was drunk and being drunk makes you stupid but it wasn't ok. Santana wasn't going to go making excuses for Quinn, never. But Santana felt warm and fuzzy when she thought of Quinn… the beautiful, funny, cute and actually quite kind Quinn… but that was no excuse for Santana to go all soft. This was Santana Lopez wasn't it? The sharp, mischievous, bitchy and tough girl who couldn't give a shit about what anybody else thought, surely she wasn't about to go all dumb and sweet natured… Nah Ah no way. She felt a pang of self pride rush through her… but then she heard Quinn talking softly to herself from the other room. Gosh that girl is cute were the exact words that ran through Santana's head as she heard Quinn's voice. As is Brittany… YOUR GIRLFRIEND. A voice in Santana's head called to her. Santana bopped her head from left to right as if negotiating with both points of view… Brittany was her girl and always would be. That's what she decided, but then a voice spoke once again, Pick me I'm perfect… flawless in fact. Quinn appeared to her in her head, smiling and walking towards her. Then Brittany appeared looking as beautiful as ever, I'm already yours… you'll have to fight for her… but I am here with open arms… Quinn is straight…PICK ME!
Santana sighed and then turned to face the wall… she drifted off into a deep sleep mumbling in her sleep…
