Sup guys(is anyone even still reading this?). Here's chapter 10.

Santana picked up the phone for the 5th time, looked at it, and then put it down again. It'd been two days since she decided to meet with Quinn, and she had every intention of doing that. But every time she tried to call her ex, she froze. The idea of speaking to Quinn alone was enough to make her stomach turn. Santana glanced across the room to her bathroom door, where Brittany currently was. She needed to get this done now.

So Santana dialed Quinn's number, which she still knew by heart and waited with baited breath. She almost wished it'd go to voicemail.

Quinn picked up on the second ring. "Hello? Santana?"

There was silence for a moment.

"Hey Quinn."

"Um…hey. Is everything okay? I haven't heard from you in a while."

'That was the point,' Santana almost said. "I know. But I was wondering if you could meet me today. I want to talk about everything."

Quinn's eyes went wide with shock. "Yes. Definitely yes. When?"

"I'll be over in an hour or two, I don't know."

"I'll be here."

"Alright, see you then," Santana said and went to hang up.

"Wait, Santana!" Quinn said suddenly.

"Yeah?"

"I just…" Quinn had a million things she wanted to say, but there was no way she could articulate herself right now. "I'm glad you called."

Santana swallowed thickly, "Yeah me too." With that, they said their goodbyes and hung up.

"I'm proud of you."

Santana jumped at the sound of Brittany's voice. She was standing in the doorway with small smile on her face. Just the sight of Brittany put her in a better mood.

"Were you eavesdropping?" Santana joked as Brittany got in bed with her.

"Maybe. Are you upset?" Brittany teased.

"Well, eavesdropping on your girlfriend's conversations is a sign of mistrust and insecurity on your part," Santana teased back.

"Oh so I'm your girlfriend now? You can at least wine and dine me first," Brittany countered with a smirk.

"I'm working on it," she said and pulled Brittany in close.

They were quiet for a while, just reveling in the moment of being wrapped up with each other.

"I want to tell Sam about us," Brittany said suddenly. She looked down at the Santana, looking for confirmation.

"You don't need my permission, Britt. I'm actually surprised you haven't told him already."

Brittany shrugged, "I figured you wouldn't want people knowing right away in case…"

"In case I couldn't handle it and made everything really awkward?"

"Something like that."

"Hmm, you know me so well."

"I wouldn't be a good unofficial girlfriend if I didn't."

A few hours later, Santana arrived at the old apartment she used to share with Mercedes and Quinn. Before she could even knock on the door, it flew open and there was Quinn. She was wearing her usual sundress and cardigan and her hair was a lot shorter than Santana remembered.

They looked at each other for a moment. This was the first time they had seen each other since the day Santana left and the first time they would be speaking to each other in months.

"Hey." Quinn said after a beat.

"Hi. You gonna let me in?" Santana asked, a bit more rudely than intended.

Quinn unconsciously flinched at her snark. "Oh yeah, sorry."

They went inside to the kitchen and Santana could felt like she was being suffocated in the awkwardness of the situation.

"I made coffee, do you want some?" Quinn asked.

"Sure." She probably won't drink it, but at least palming the cup will give her hands something to do. Quinn poured them both a cup and sat down at the table across from Santana. Again, silence.

"I like the new hair," Santana said, breaking the quiet. "You look Kristen Bell's prissy little sister."

Quinn smiled, "I see you still have that shrewd sense of humor."

"It's my trademark," Santana smirked.

"I was surprised by your call, Santana." Quinn said, getting to the point. "I tried talking to you after everything happened and you completely shut me out. You wouldn't speak to me, you left the room whenever I entered, and then you moved out and didn't even tell me. I had to hear it from Mercedes."

"I think you'd agree that I had a good reason for that."

Quinn sighed, "Santana, I don't know how else to apologize to you. I did a shitty thing and I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you." she pleaded.

Santana scoffed, "So you thought cheating on me and then dumping me, wouldn't hurt?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Then explain it to me Quinn. Cause I still don't understand it."

"You weren't here, Santana. I was lonely and Mike was there and he was sweet. At first we were just friends, but then I started to have feelings for him. I didn't want to fall for him, but I did."

"You were lonely? You had Mercedes! I was the one who got left behind for a year while my best friend and girlfriend moved 3000 miles away. You think I never got tempted? I was lonely too, but I stayed faithful to you, Quinn. No matter how hard it was, because that's what you do when you love someone."

Quinn sniffled and for the first time, Santana could see the unshed tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Santana," she said again, desperate to get the other woman to understand.

Santana sighed, "Look Quinn, I'm not that mad at you. I already forgave you a while ago."

"Y-you did?" she asked surprised.

"I didn't have a choice, really. It was either forgive you or be miserable for the rest of my life. And I'm way too awesome for that."

"I…I don't know what to say." Quinn said. She was sure Santana would much angrier with her. She deserved it, after all.

"Say anything as long as you don't apologize to me anymore. I'm moving on from all that. We both should," Santana answered with a small smile. "Now stop crying. Since I'm not your girlfriend anymore, I'm in no way obligated to deal with your tears."

"Okay," Quinn returned the smile and wiped her eyes. She was eager to move on as well. "What's been going on with you? I want to hear about everything."

"Well, Mercedes and I have that meeting with Burke coming up. I'm sure she told you all about it."

"She did. I'm proud of you guys."

"Thanks, it wasn't easy."

"Are you nervous? Mercedes says she isn't, but she's doing that thing where she sings 90s female empowerment songs all day long. If I hear "And I'm Telling You" one more time, I'm gonna flip."

Santana chuckled, that was exactly what her best friend would be doing. "I'm a little nervous, but Britt is a pretty good stress reliever."

"Britt?" Quinn asked, eyebrow quirked up in curiosity.

"Oh, um. She's my roommate," Santana said flustered. She couldn't believe she said that so casually.

"Just a roommate?"

"…No."

"Oh my God, you're sleeping with your roommate. I'm not judging, but wow. "

"We're not sleeping together. But we are dating. Sort of. It's complicated."

"Complicated? Why is it complicated? Is she in the closet?"

"No, I'm the one who's making it complicated." She said.

Quinn waited for her to continue, but Santana didn't look like she was going to explain.

"Are you going to elaborate on that, or do I have to beg?"

Santana grimaced at her, "Why do you want to know about my relationship? Isn't that against the rules of exes or something?"

Quinn rolled her eyes. "I only know the rule that says we can't date each other's best friend. And Mercedes is straight, so that's not happening. Now come on, tell me what's wrong."

"Fine. Brittany and I aren't official yet because I still had some reservations about us being together." She looked pointedly at Quinn, "I had to get closure on our relationship before I could even think of starting something with Britt. I was over you, Quinn, but the uncertainty of what happened to us still freaked me out. I don't want to carry that with me. "

"I understand. So that's why you called."

"More or less."

"And Brittany was okay with you coming to see your ex? She's a better woman than me."

"Better than me too," Santana said, a proud smile forming on her lips. "Britt's patient and supportive, and just…perfect."

"She sounds like a keeper. Make sure to make it official before it's too late."

"I plan on asking her when we go on our first date. I actually think I'm more nervous about that than facing Burke."

"Well good luck. Not that you need it."

"Thanks," Santana said downing her coffee and getting up. "Alright, I'm out of here."

"Wait that's it? You don't want to hear about me and Mike?"

Santana snorted, "Hell no. Why would I want to hear about the guy you left me for?"

"Good point. But we're okay now right, Santana? I'll see you around?" she asked, her eyes hopeful.

"Yeah, Q. I'll see you around."

So yay, Quinn and Santana are cool again. This fic only has a 2-3 chapters left to go, btw. The end is nigh.