Hello, happy mother's day to you all :) Thanks for everything as usual, I'm glad you're enjoying it if you're still keeping up! :)
Quinn sat on a bench outside her room's building, skimming through a gossip magazine one of her friends pawned off on her before leaving her alone. It was a beautiful day in New Haven, the sun was out and it was warm. Not too warm but warm enough she didn't need the jacket she brought with her.
She finished with the magazine and put it under her purse on the bench so it wouldn't blow away. After it was situated she looked up and around her at students milling back and forth to and from classes, some sitting, studying, or just walking around enjoying the day. She was actually supposed to be in Psych right now but decided she'd really rather be anywhere else than there today, it was Friday after all and that was her last class so, whatever.
Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by her phone ringing from inside her purse. She recognized the tone as the one she had set for Rachel so she sighed and figured she should probably answer it. She dug through her purse and finally found it and hit answer before it could go to voicemail, "Hello, Rachel." She said calmly.
"Have you talked to Santana?" Rachel asked quickly and somewhat loudly.
"Uh, I…not today, why?" Quinn stuttered out, confused.
"Because she's not here and I kind of needed to talk to her about something so I texted her and she never answered so after a little bit I called her and it rang and rang and rang before it went to voicemail and I'm kind of starting to get worried that something may have happened and I was really hoping you'd say you spoke to her today but I guess not." Rachel explained quickly, not taking a breath the whole time.
Quinn took a breath and processed what Rachel said, her brain trying to catch up, "Okay, um, maybe I should call her? No offense but maybe she didn't wanna talk to you?"
She heard Rachel let out a breathy, humorless laugh, "Maybe you're right, I talk to her all the time. Maybe she'll answer if you call, yeah?"
Quinn nodded, mostly to herself, obviously, "Okay, well, I will and I'll let you know okay?" Rachel hummed her approval, "Alright bye."
Rachel said bye and Quinn quickly hung up. She was hoping she was right about Santana just not wanting to talk to Rachel and that she'd answer if she called her instead. She poked around on her phone reaching Santana's name, her thumb hovering over the call button. Pick up, Santana. She pressed the button, put the phone up to her ear and waited.
And waited and waited. It rang until it went to voicemail and Quinn's eyes fluttered shut as she took a breath before she started her message, "Santana, it's Quinn. Rachel called me worried about you because she can't get ahold of you, I thought hopefully you'd answer if I called you but you obviously didn't and yeah…But please call me as soon as you get this, okay?" She hung up and opened her eyes, moving them to her phone in her hand. She checked Facebook and Twitter to see if Santana had mentioned where she might be going today but to no avail.
She sighed again, putting her phone back down on the bench beside her. She almost texted Rachel to tell her she couldn't reach her but decided against it, opting for waiting a few minutes to see if Santana would call her back soon. Maybe Rachel will think she's talking to her and calm down a little bit.
She thought quickly over her conversation with Santana last night trying to see if Santana mentioned what she would be doing today but she can't think of anything. All she remembers is her mentioning trying to steal a pass off of Rachel when she left for class which she didn't think made any sense but didn't think anything of it.
Unless she meant, Metro Pass? She would've said something to her though, if that was it, right? As if on cue someone from a short distance off to her side exclaimed loudly, "Oh thank God you're out here, Jesus Christ this place is fucking huge." Quinn's head turned quickly when she heard the voice.
There was Santana, wearing cut off jean shorts and a long sleeve Louisville shirt with sunglasses and sneakers literally dragging an overnight bag behind her, slowly making her way towards Quinn. Quinn watched her without saying anything as Santana plopped on the bench next to her when she finally reached her. Her head lulled backwards for a moment and Quinn watched her with a grin tugging at the edge of her lips.
She turned slightly on the bench and rest her head on her hand of the arm that was resting on the back of the bench to face Santana, "What on earth are you doing here?"
Santana lifted her head up and turned it towards Quinn, "Nice to see you too," Quinn rolled her eyes at that response, "Am I not allowed to surprise you?" She asked, still slightly out of breath.
"Maybe if you inform someone you're leaving when you do, Rachel is about to have a panic attack worrying about you," She said and while it was fresh on her mind she decided she should text Rachel and let her know Santana was okay, "And why do you look so worn out?" She asked when she hit send.
Santana scoffed, "Like I said this place is fucking huge, it's like its own entire city. Rachel had your address or whatever on the fridge so I stole it," She waved a small piece of paper in her hand, "And it took me about 10 years to figure out where I needed to go and about 20 years to get here."
"Have you ever heard of a cab?" Quinn said with a laugh.
Santana glared at her through her sunglasses, "I wasn't expecting to walk a marathon to get here."
Quinn chuckled again, "It's really not that far to walk…"
Santana mocked her laughter, "It is when you don't know where the fuck you're going."
Quinn rolled her eyes, "Well you're here now and now you know, so yay." She waved her hands with mock enthusiasm.
Santana scoffed and looked away to look around them, "I thought you were supposed to have a class right now?"
Quinn let out a quick laugh as turned to look around again herself, "Yep." She replied simply and then furrowed her brow turning back to Santana quickly, "Why are you already here if you thought I'd be in class?"
Santana shrugged, still looking around, "I wanted to get here earlier rather than later, I was hoping I could sneak in your room somehow and scare the shit out of you." She said with a small smirk, turning back to Quinn, "But why are you out here then, not class?"
Quinn pursed her lips before answering, "It's Psych, it's not important." She said quietly.
Santana studied her for a moment before shrugging and turning away again, "I've never known Quinn Fabray to skip classes before." She stated.
Quinn looked at her curiously, "And?"
"And?" Santana asked confused, "And it's weird. People gave you shit all the time when you morphed into Juno on us but that never stopped you from going to class. Hell you were back in class like crazy fast after you had her. I think it's odd that you'd skip a class because you fucked your professor once or twice and now he acts like a tool."
Quinn gaped at her, "What is your problem?"
Santana looked back at her, Quinn could see her brow was furrowed at the top of her sunglasses, "Why do I have a problem?"
Quinn scoffed, "You're being incredibly crude speaking about my…whatever with him."
Santana let out a humorless laugh, "I never liked the idea of you being with him, in case you never noticed, and now given our current situation I don't much like that thought even more…especially since it's affecting your attendance and shit, that's not like you."
Quinn grinned a little bit, "Don't worry about it," She said confidently which earned an incredulous look from Santana, "I've already spoken with him about it, if I think he's giving me anything less than what I think I deserve in his class then I won't hesitate to tell someone about us...except maybe adding that I wasn't a willing participant in what was going on." She said as her grin turned into a smirk.
Santana stared at her for a moment before a smirk of her own showed on her face, "Conniving little bitch." She said quietly with a teasing tone.
Quinn shrugged, "I think I've been hanging around you too much," She said and Santana chuckled, "So what do you have planned?"
"I'm sorry?" Santana asked quickly.
"Well you came here, I didn't ask you to, I'm assuming you have plans?" Quinn asked nonchalantly as she continued looking at their surroundings.
"You suggested I come here, I thought you had shit in mind." She stated, her voice slightly laced with irritation.
"Actually no, I was expecting you'd tell me when you were coming like you said you would and then I would come up with things we could do that might fit in with the activities of that weekend. However this surprise caught me off guard like most surprises do so no, I do not currently have anything planned for us." She stated simply and risked a glance back at Santana who was lifting her sunglasses off her face and onto her head.
Her eyes were narrowed as she stared back at Quinn, "God, I don't even know why I put up with you sometimes."
Quinn bit back a smile, "I think you do."
Santana pursed her lips and ignored that statement, "Well is there like a shop on campus that sells Yale shit or little stuffed bears?"
Quinn snorted, "What?"
Santana let out a huff, "Like a gift shop or something that sells little bears wearing a Yale hoodie or something?"
"Are you being serious?" Quinn asked becoming amused.
"Why else would I ask?" Santana asked with a scowl.
Quinn searched Santana's face for a moment, "Yes, there's a shop in the bookstore slash Starbucks slash whatever and I do believe I've seen some in there."
"Can we go?" Santana asked and Quinn gave her a curious look, "What? Okay I highly doubt I'd go parading around in some jank ass navy blue sweatshirt or sweatpants, I think this is a reasonable option."
"Why do you even care?" Quinn asked with a giggle.
Santana rolled her eyes before she responded with a harsher tone, "So I can have a cute little reminder of the wonderful weekend I had with my sweet Secret Lady Friend and every time I look at it I'll think of you and it'll be absolutely magical."
Quinn scoffed, "Okay, smartass."
Santana sighed, "I have one from all the colleges I've visited and stuff and since you go here that would give that one a little more importance." Santana muttered quietly.
Quinn grinned, "Cute."
"Yeah, well I try." Santana said trying to sound uncaring.
"Well, why don't we go to my room and drop your bag off and we can walk over there and get a precious little bear for little Sanny, okay?" Quinn said in an overly sweetened voice.
Santana glared at her, "Don't ever call me Sanny again, dear God." She said as she stood up and hiked her bag's strap on her shoulder.
Quinn laughed as she stood up and gathered her things, "Okay, San…ny. Let's go."
"I hate you." Santana stated as she caught up to Quinn who began walking away.
Quinn smiled, "If you say so." She said as she threw an arm carelessly over Santana's shoulder as they walked up the sidewalk and into the building. This will be an interesting weekend, Quinn thought as she opened the door and ushered Santana inside. Very interesting.
