You know our love would be tragic

So you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind
We live with no lies
Hey, hey
You're my favorite kind of night

(Earned It - The Weeknd)

We walked to the parking lot, which was deserted aside from the few teachers' cars. Then it started snowing. First, it was only one little cold flake that landed on Santana's head.

"Oh hell no," she mumbled as she looked up at the sky. I smiled. I like it when it snows, but it doesn't look like Santana does. "It'll be a mild storm by the time we get to the house," she says.

"Maybe Rhys and Leo will want to build a snowman," I thought out loud. She looked at me with an amused smile. "What?"

"Nothing," she said as she started walking towards her car, "just that they haven't said a word to each other in days."

"They'll be friends again," I called after her as I opened my car's door, "you just wait!"

It's Friday night. Well, Saturday morning, if you count 12:04 AM as an early morning. Santana wasn't in the kitchen, and she wasn't in her room. I peeked in Leo's room, but he was sound asleep, alone. I gave up on searching for her. Maybe she and the Black Jacks decided to draw on walls again. That's wait Santana calls it: drawing. Not graffiti. She says that it shouldn't count as graffiti; they're not writing words or tagging, they're just drawing pictures. Doodling, really. I layed in my bed, more than slightly disappointed. Tonight felt special. Tonight, I wanted to talk.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, I heard my phone vibrate on my night stand. I smiled when it read 'Marie'. It was Santana's idea. Using her middle instead of first name, if anyone saw her calling or texting, it wouldn't look like it was from her. I opened the text, but it wasn't an apology. It was an address, with no explanation.

(To) Marie

Where's that?

I waited for her reply, which came seconds later.

(From) Marie

I'm waiting.

I bit my lip. Who am I kidding? It's Friday night, I don't have plans, and my mom fell asleep at around nine. I have nothing to lose. I stood from my bed, and opened the closet. The light came on, and I could see myself in the full body mirror. Grey sweats, a black long sleeved shirt, and a messy ponytail. I eyed the dresses in my closet, and my three uniforms; I own too many dresses. I glanced towards my window, and saw that it was no longer snowing. Then, a small thought brought a smile to my lips. Before I could think twice about it, my feet were guiding me to Santana's room. I picked up the first leather jacket I saw, along with a pair of converse.

"Where are you going?" Rhys' voice made me jump. I spun on my heel and saw him rubbing his eyes.

"What are you doing up?" I questioned.

"Had to use the bathroom."

I nodded, "Okay, well, good night -"

"Where are you going, Quinn?" He asked again. This time, I shrugged.

"I don't know."

"Please be safe," he told me. I nodded.

"I will be." I waited until he walked into the bathroom, then started my way out the front door. The crisp night air nipped at my skin, and I felt alive. I put the adress in my GPS, then drove with all of the windows down.

I could hear the house from down the block. I should have worn a dress - I looked down at my sweats and sighed. Maybe I have time to turn around and change. Then I remembered; this isn't a Jocks and Cheerios party. If Santana is in there, that means the rest of her friends are. I'll fit in if I wear what I have on. I pulled to the closest space, then got out and put on a stoic expression. If Santana wants me here, she has to have a good reason.

I was let in instantaneously when I knocked on the door. Partly because I just walked in, and the two goofs who opened it were too busy gawking to question me. "Quinn Fabray," someone said in a sing-song voice. I don't know his name, but he probably knows where I can find Santana. I flashed him a quick, sarcastic smile.

"In the flesh," I replied as kindly as I could.

"Member me?" He asked before burping. I almost threw up on the spot - he smells like he took a bath in Jack Daniels. "I'm Evan! We almost made out that one time Freshman year? Member? We were playing spin the bottle! Landed right next to me, on that guy -" he burped.

"Right!" I stretched out the word, and tried to not make it completely obvious that I was utterly disgusted. "Do you know where I can find Santana?"

"San? Ah, sure. Course, she's up in the pool room," he pointed at the ceiling, and I rolled my eyes. I didn't bother with thanking him, instead I just searched for a flight of stairs. When I couldn't find one, I sighed and pulled out my phone.

(To) Marie

I'm here, where are you?

A minute later, she responds.

(From) Marie

Come find me.

(To) Marie

This isn't funny, tell me where you are.

When she didn't respond as quickly as she usually does, I called her. She didn't answer, but I got a response.

(From) Marie

No cheating.

(To) Marie

Seriously, I'll go home.

No response.

(To) Marie

Santana, I will.

…

"Stop blowing up my phone, will you?" A sultry voice said from behind me. Familiar arms wrapped around my waist, and I felt her chin rest on my shoulder.

"You're such an asshole," I chuckled. I felt her shrug.

"You wouldn't have found me, hm?" Her words were slurred together. It's weird, even drunk she is adorable.

"I guess we'll never find out," I said smoothly.

"You're wearing my jacket," she commented. She kissed my neck, and I tensed. The voices around us and music blasting reminded me that we weren't alone. "They're all too drunk or high to remember," she said in my ear. Slowly, I nodded.

"Still," I said, half-heartedly shrugging her off. She sighed and let go of him, but then took my hand in hers.

Then she asks, "Want to go some place quiet?"

I looked at her eyes, darker than usual. "Yeah," I nodded.

I'm not sure who's house this is, but their yard is beautiful. Santana gave me a red cup on the way out here, and I'm not sure what was in it. I trust her. I downed it without a second thought, and tossed the cup in a random direction. She smiled goofily at me, and I decided right there that I'd do about anything to see that smile.

"Come on," she giggled, tightening her grip on my hand as we ran further away from the people, and deeper into the yard. There were a few trees, and in this light (hardly any if you don't count the flashlight of Santana's phone), it looks like we're exploring a forest. She stops and turns proudly, but doesn't give me time to ask the question. Instead, she lets go of my hand and points upward while tilting her phone's light up.

"A tree house," I said. She nodded.

"Noah and I built it. Well, he did, I picked the furniture. Wanna see?" She asked.

"I'd like that."

She guided me to the ladder, and climbed on just under me. "Watch your footing," she says. When we're at the top, she presses a button somewhere, and I can finally see.

"It's really nice," I say while looking around. She smiles bashfully. I've never seen that smile on her before. Her cheeks are tinted pink, her head slightly bowed. It might be my favorite. It didn't last long before it was replaced by a smirk, which sent chills down my back. She tugged my hand and walked us to a mattress on the floor. It looked like there were about three king sized mattresses, and a black blanket on top. I sat first, and she propped herself on my lap, pressing her lips against mine gently. I could hardly feel it. She tastes like alcohol and drugs; she tastes amazing.

She started to explore my mouth with her tongue, and I loved the little noises she was making. I railed my hands up and down her back, but she seemed to get fed up with me because she sat back angrily and roughly pulled her shirt up and off, tossing it to a random place. I stared at her for a second. Her black bra, her toned stomach, her everything. Right now, she's everything. I feel her sliding off my jacket, and I can hardly think when I feel her taking off my shirt too. Everything is blurred together, but I know I'm sober now. When she presses herself against me, I'm not sure if it's her moan or mine.

"I've never done this with a girl before," she rasped in my ear. I don't answer, she knows I haven't either. Instead I pull back slightly and look into her eyes. They're swirling with fascination, desperation - they are beautiful. "I never thought it would be with you."

"I -" I cut myself off. I didn't know what to say. I never thought I'd be in this position either. Never in a million lifetimes. This time, when we kiss, it's passionate. It's going somewhere this time, we can both feel it. Hell, we're shirtless. We can see that it's going somewhere.

"Lopez!" A deep voice shouted. She jumped off of me and scrambled to the floor in search of her shirt most likely. A deep panic formed in my stomach as I look towards the person who called her.

I grabbed my jacket and put it on, zipping it up quickly without a second thought.

"Whataya want Sebs?" Santana slurred. It was exaggerated, she was acting drunker than she really was. Smart move, I'll give her that. I followed her lead and let out a little giggle.

"Why do girls always act gay when they're drunk?" Sebastian laughed, clearly high on something. I doubt it's life.

"Whar' you talkin' about? Me and Seth were getting our mack on," she said almost angrily. Sebastian squinted at me, and I got nervous.

"I'm allowed to kiss my boyfriend," I added for good measure. He shrugged.

"You do kinda look like Seth. You guys related?" He asked. I nearly broke character. To be related to Seth Brooks… it makes me want to gag. That would murder my reputation. Instead, I merely shrugged and pretended to think about it.

"Probably," I giggled.

"Anyways, Noah just got arrested -"

"What?" Santana yelled.

"Keep it down!" Hissed Sebastian. Santana shot daggers with her eyes. "The cops showed up. He and a few others got busted for the coke and mary J down stairs. They didn't run fast enough."

"And you did?"

"I didn't snort it. I don't do that," he said defensively.

"Are the cops still down there?" Santana asked nervously. Then it hit me. Santana was with Noah before I showed up. That could have easily been her.

"They should be gone in about 20," he said. "We should probably turn off the light, Puck probably has a few stashes up here." Santana nodded in agreement. When Sebastian clicked the light off, Santana wrapped her arms around me. All I could think was: She could have been arrested.

We spent the night in that treehouse. I woke up first, and saw that Sebastian was sleeping on the floor beside us. Maybe he isn't such a bad guy. I untangled myself from Santana's arms and started to gently shake her awake.

"Ten more minutes," she mumbled. I smiled and shook her again, this time pecking my lips against her neck. "Quinn?"

"Mhm," I hummed.

"Where are we?" she asked sleepily.

"Puckerman's treehouse." She opened her eyes and sat up slowly, with her right hand she rubbed her temple.

"I brought you here?" She asked.

"Sort of."

"What time is it?"

I pulled out my phone. It was a little past 10. "We should get out of here before your friend wakes up."

"I'll get my car later. Can I ride with you?"

I smiled. I was hoping she'd ask that.

She fell asleep during the ride back to the house. I noticed that Maribel's car was there, which meant we would face some questions when we got in - if we went in at all.

"San?" I said. I saw her lips twitch and I smiled. She's awake. I kissed her softly, but when I pulled back her lips followed me. "Santana," I chuckled. She reluctantly opened her eyes and sat back in her seat.

"I only remember you," she stated sleepily.

"What?" I giggled.

"Last night," she continued, "I only remember your eyes and your hair. The treehouse, too."

"Yeah?"

"Last night… were we going to..?"

I shrugged. "I thought so."

"Fucking Sebastian."

The two little boys that we saw in the living room were not Rhys and Leonardo. It was Rhys and Maris, a friend from school.

"Hey Rhys," I smiled. He looked up from their game of 'Sorry' and grinned.

"You're home!" He said happily. "Did you have a good time?"

Santana looked at me quizzingly. She probably thought I told him I was leaving last night. "I did," I told him.

"That's good," he said approvingly before giving his attention back to the game.

"Who are you?" Santana asked with furrowed eyebrows. Maris looked up at her and pushed his black hair out of his face and grinned kindly.

"Maris," he told her.

"Where's Leo?"

"Upstairs, I think," Rhys said nonchalantly.

"He didn't want to play?"

He looked up at her, his stare was cold. "No, he didn't."

Her eyebrows raised, but she didn't say another word. Instead, she took my hand and guided me upstairs. Leonardo's bedroom door was closed, and when she tapped on it there was no answer. She cracked it open, and he was laying down sound asleep.

"It's fucking stupid," Santana mumbled after she closed the door.

"What is?"

She took my hand again. "Their problems are bigger than they are. They're babies and they are going through the same thing that - " she shook her head.

"We are," I finished for her. She pursed her lips.

Just a filler chapter honestly, but I'm working on the next. Lets just say, there's a little angst. Just a heads up. As always, I loved reading what you guys thought of the last chapter :)

More about the Leo/ Rhys thing - I'm not sure where I'm going with it yet, but I know that they are not going to date or anything. Besties though, that's always cool, right? haha.

Until next time...