Note: I don't usually write Faberry (not that I'm opposed - I just never attempted it before). This is a prompt I received quite a long time ago and never posted.
Also features Brittana (who I also don't really write).
Santana smirked as she walked beside her best friend. "You're gonna love this girl," she said, knocking her elbow into her friend's side. "She's, like, this tiny little thing, right? But the way she talks? Good god!"
"What does that mean?" Quinn asks, her brow quirking. "How does she talk?'
"Loud and without pausing. It's fuckin' unbelievable." Santana shook her head and scoffed. "I bet she's got great lung capacity for," she paused and waggled her brows, "y'know."
Quinn's mouth fell into a disgusted frown and she pushed her best friend away forcefully. "Ew! Santana!"
"What?" the other girl laughed even as she rubbed the side of arm where Quinn hit her. "I'm just saying it's a pro on the list, y'know?"
"Wait, wait." Quinn stopped walking. "If it's so hard to come up with pros," she started, tilting her head at her best friend, "why did you set me up with her?"
Santana shrugged, threaded her arm through Quinn's and pulled her down the sidewalk. "Because her best friend wouldn't go out with me if I didn't set her up with someone ... said something about her being an annoying third wheel or something."
"You set me up with an annoying, loud third wheel who talks to much?"
"You are very welcome," Santana joked, tightening her arm around Quinn's. It wasn't so much a comforting move so much as one made to insure that the other girl didn't try to run.
The two girls rounded the corner and Santana's back straightened. "There they are," she said, pointing to a couple standing in front of the cafe. "The hot blonde is mine, so don't even think about it. And anyway, blonde and blonde totally doesn't work. It's, like, scientifically proven."
Quinn frowned. "Really? Scientifically?"
As they got closer, Santana said, "Yep. Like, every television show that has hot chicks who dig each other have a brunette and a blonde."
"That's not science," Quinn said. "That's media and ..." Her statement died in her throat.
In front of them, a tall blonde girl was waving happily as they neared. The girl next to her, a small brunette with big, brown eyes and polite smile, shyly pushed her hair behind her ear after making eye contact with Quinn. "Santana's friend, Quinn, I presume?" She asked warmly as she held out her hand.
"Uh," Quinn blinked a few times and, after an elbow nudge to her side, she quickly shook the other girl's hand and squeaked out a tiny, "yeah."
"It's very nice to meet you. In case Santana didn't mention, my name's Rachel." She firmly shook Quinn's hand, her smile never wavering.
"I"m Brittany," the other girl said, reaching out and placing her hand on top of theirs. She shook their clasped hands as though it was completely normal.
"Awesome, so," Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and pulled her closer. She pulled two pieces of paper out of her jacket pocket and shoved them at her best friend. "Enjoy your movie, compliments of Fandango and Brittany's gift card. We'll catch you after for drinks, okay?" She didn't wait for a reply before nodding and saying, "Okay!"
"Wait, you're leaving?" Quinn asked, hoping her panic was only evident to her best friend.
"Britts promised me a special somethin' so, yeah," Santana answered. Winking, she added, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do. And, y'know, that doesn't count a whole helluva lot out."
As Santana dragged Brittany across the street, the girl called out, "Have fun!"
Rachel and Quinn watched their best friends make their way down the street until they couldn't see them anymore. Blowing out a nervous breath, Quinn slowly turned her head toward the other girl. "So ... "
"So," Rachel repeated excitedly. "I've been waiting forever to see this movie. Brittany informed me that musical movies are your favorite genre. Mine, too!"
Quinn frowned, her voice much softer than the other girl's. "Actually, I prefer mysteries or psychological thrillers."
"Oh," Rachel's bottom lip jutted out. "So, the tickets they purchased for us for this evening's showing of Singin' in the Rain wouldn't actually be of interest to you." She slowly exhaled, as though centering herself, and muttered, "I see."
"It's not that I hate musicals," Quinn quickly offered. "I just wouldn't say they are my favorites,that's all."
Rachel looked up at her through her lashes, the corner of her mouth pulling her lips into a half smile, "So, you're not going to call it a night, then? I've had people ditch out for worse reasons than movie genre choices."
Quinn shook her head. "I can't imagine that," she said, taking a moment to look at the other girl. "If anything, I'd think prospective dates would change their genre choice just to get to spend time with you - even if it's just in a dark theater where we aren't even going to be allowed to talk."
Rachel's cheeks reddened and she blinked demurely. "If you'd like to talk, we could go somewhere after the film. We don't HAVE to meet up with Brittany and Santana ..."