"So, how many girlfriends have you had?"
Fuck!
"Ah, kind of lost count..." Santana focused on her food.
"Pig!"
Santana rolled her eyes.
"How many boyfriends, have you had?"
"I don't know..."
"Slut." Santana laughed.
"I was counting."
"Right." Santana smiled waiting for an answer.
"Five."
"What?" She frowned.
"Yeah, am not a whore like you."
"Ouch." Santana touched her heart.
Quinn chuckled at the simple gesture.
"So, you broke five hearts?"
"More like they broke me."
"I want names..." Santana said mid chew.
"Stop acting so badass, you're not."
"Excuse me!"
"My point exactly." Quinn tilted her head.
"Ugh, am nice to you...but that can change."
"I'd like you see you try, sweet cheeks."
"Sweet cheeks?" Santana frowned.
Both were on their lunch break, a Thursday afternoon. And Quinn for the first-time surprised Santana at her office. After Quinn had asked what record label she worked for.
"That makes me feel, like a fat squirrel."
Quinn lost it. She could actually see it.
"Fuck you, Fabray."
"Wouldn't you like that."
Santana laughed.
"Wouldn't you, like to know." Santana made a flirtatious gaze.
"Please, we all know you do."
Santana just chuckled.
What are you doing Quinn?
"Here I thought, I had the biggest ego." Santana took a bite her sandwich.
"You can't be that good in bed...maybe girls don't call you back."
"Now, am being insulted." She touched her chest, once again.
"Am just saying..." An evil smiled found Quinn's lips.
"Oh, sweetheart...I'd put you in a wheel chair...you'd be begging Artie, for his wheel chair."
"Maybe you do, have the biggest ego here."
"You don't know half of it, Barbie." Santana smiled.
"I think it's all a bluff." Quinn squinted her eyes.
"I'd show you but...I got no examples...except you, blondie."
"Ugh, gross."
"That's what you think now, just wait until I-"
"Okay, you really need to get laid." Quinn cleaned her face with a napkin.
"We could fix that..."
"No!"
"What? I didn't say you, Barbie."
"Right." Green eyes rolled.
"I got my eyes on someone."
"Oh."
Suddenly it wasn't funny anymore.
"No, it's not you blondie...don't flatter yourself...am taking her out tonight." Santana took yet another bite of her sandwich.
"That's great..." Quinn gathered her trash, and grabbed the remains of Santana's sandwich. Throwing it all in the trash.
"Come on blondie, don't do that..." She ignored how Quinn threw her food away.
"Do what?" She tried to ignore her gaze.
"That," Santana pointed at her. "Pout."
Quinn said her goodbyes and left. Santana couldn't stop thinking about her pout. That adorable fucking pout.
Was it possible for Quinn to look cute, while mad? If it is, Santana was losing her fucking mind.
Santana's date was a fucking disaster. She spilled red wine on the girl's white dress, called her Quinn. Made the dumbest jokes, she's not even sure; she got them herself. And at some point, she started sweating.
What has Quinn done to her? Now she can't go out on dates, without being a complete idiot.
So, she rushed to her apartment.
"...Puck you can't just come back, and expect me to go back with you. It's been years, and I-"
"Have a girlfriend." What the fuck am I saying.
She had to save her...again.
Quinn looked at Santana, she had to play the game if she wanted Puck to leave.
"I didn't know you were gay, Fabray."
"Why do you care." Santana came closer to Puck's face.
"She, sure wasn't when we were fucking."
"Funny thing, she said you had the smallest dick...she thought you had a vagina."
"San..."
"No, Q. He fucked you over, and am going to kill him."
"What are you gonna do, slap me with your vibrator?" Puck asked.
"It'd be more useful than you."
Puck made an attempt to swing; waiting for the movement, Santana ducked. And a swift motion, she punched the pit of his stomach. Sending him backwards, and stumbling to the hardwood floor.
Puck was out of air.
"You fucking..." He tried.
"What dyke? Yeah, but you got punched by one."
"Really Quinn, you change me for her?" Puck said, holding himself.
"At least I know, she'll never leave." Quinn hugged Santana from behind, restraining her.
"You should leave." Santana finally said.
And he did just that. Quinn closed the door behind Puck.
"Are you ok, Q?"
"Yeah, thanks...again."
"I wasn't going, to let him do anything to you Barbie."
"What are you doing here anyway, didn't you have a date?"
"Ah, yeah. Didn't work out, because of you." Still mad, she didn't mean to sound like that.
"What did I do?"
"I...I couldn't stop thinking about the face you made, when you left my office."
Quinn was silent.
"Why do you do this? Always making me think, am doing something wrong...always questioning myself...ugh, you make me..."
"I make you what Santana?"
"Crazy!"
"Welcome to my world!"
"Ugh, I can't have you...and then you act like I can...and I know I can't...you act so casual, and tell me you're into me...and what? Am supposed to just let you in, so one day you go back to Puck, because you miss dick. I can't do this Quinn. I fucking told you, I don't know what you want from me...we talked about this a million times, and yet here I am again...we tried being friends; we tried being apart. None of that shit works...I don't know what to do anymore." Santana stood there waiting.
"You think, you are the only one not knowing what to do!?...one day you're flirting and the next you want to be friends, and I have to wait for the next blonde to warm your sheets...and you flirting with Kitty...am not even sure you're over Brittany...it feels like you are filling the void, she left with whatever blonde crosses your path...how am I suppose be with someone who, won't even call after one fuck...yeah, you're not the only one confused Santana."
"You don't want me Quinn. You like the idea of me! Let's face it, you don't want to be with me. And I don't blame you...I wouldn't want to be with me either."
Both frustrated didn't noticed the door open, Rachel was listening to the whole conversation. Like a life-time soap opera.
All she needed at this point was popcorn.
"Why don't you try it, no commitment, no promises, no more people on the side." Rachel suggested.
Both looked at her.
"I think, Quinnie here doesn't want to be seen with me."
"Fuck you, Santana."
"Bite me!"
"You're such, a fucking child."
"Yeah, I guess a child that fucks every blonde in my path..."
"That's all you got from there...definitely a fucking child."
"You know what Fabray, look for another fucking experiment. Because am not here to wait and see if you actually like me." Santana was about to leave when Rachel blocked her path.
"You're in luck Q, she's not blonde. If she was, we'd go at it like you said."
"Enough!" Rachel yelled.
"I had it with both of you, now you two are going on a date...yes, a date; I don't care where or when. But both of you are going, am sick of the stupid chase you got going on. Ugh, I'm going to have wrinkles...thanks!"
Both stood in place, not knowing what to say.
"Quinn stop playing games. Santana stop fucking blondes, and let her in."
"Wanky."
"Ugh." hazel eyes rolled.
Santana smiled.
"Fuck you!" Quinn shouted.
"No, that comes later." Rachel said as she left.