We've Got History...

-Quinn-

I watched as Britt practically tackled Santana to the ground, rolling my eyes and smirking at the stunned look on Santanas face. I turned to Burt. 'Sorry about them, can you fix it?' I asked.

'I should be able to, but it's gonna take a couple of days. I'll need to take it to the garage and get one of my boys to check it out, and it's gonna cost.'

'How much?' I heard Santana question, one arm wrapped around Brittanys waist as she spoke.

Urg. They're so freaking charming.

'Phew. It's not too big a job, but with parts it'll be about 80 bucks, plus labour, you're looking at about $100, at least?' He sighed, wiping his forehead with a rag as he closed the hood of the truck. 'To be honest, this gals on her last legs, it'd be better just to scrap her and get a new car.'

'No way!' Santana said, laying a protective hand on the top. 'She's my baby, she's been in my family for years, there's no way I could just get rid of her!'

'Look kid, I don't want to put your car down, but she'll cost you more in the long run, with the amount of repairs and-'

I heard my phone ringing and quickly pulled it out of my pocket, expecting it to be Sam or something.

Rachel 11:02am

Good morning Quinn. It's Rachel, I was just checking that you were still okay to come over this afternoon to work on the assignment Mr. Shue set us in Spanish? Please let me know as soon as possible. - Rachel.

For some reason, I felt my heart flip-flopping in my chest just at the sight of her name, but I cleared my head. It's Rachel Berry. 'The most annoying person you'll ever meet.' as I had referred to her previously. I was dating Sam and any feelings I thought I had for Rachel, do not exist. I felt the need to hide the message though, I felt guilty almost, so I quickly responded and put my phone away before Santana or Brittany could question me about it. And the discussion about the damn car was still happening.

'All I'm saying is that it'd be better off as scrap metal, rather than a car!' Burt was saying, in an attempt to convince the latina to get rid of it.

'Okay, but I'm asking you to please, please fix it? It's my car.' Santana pleaded, getting obviously frustrated.

Brittany appeared next to me suddenly. 'I'm planning going shopping later, you wanna come?'

'Er... I can't. I'm meeting someone...'

'OOOH. Who is it? You can tell me.' She giggled and nudged me with her shoulder. I remained silent, staring at my feet. 'Is it Sam?' I glanced up at her and raised my brow as she barraged me with questions. 'Oh my god it's Sam isn't it? That's why you're blushing!' She squealed.

'No Britt. It's not. Jeez just shut up okay?!' I snapped and I immediately felt bad when I saw her frown. Santana chose that moment to come over.

'Is everything okay, over here?' She frowned, shooting a worried look at Brittany.

'Everything's fine.' I snapped and quickly headed inside, so to avoid having to talk about this.

...

-Santana-

'Jesus, what's her problem?' I asked Britt as we watched Quinn storm off.

'I don't know. She just got really defensive.'

'It's probably nothing Britt.'

'No you're right. Hey, what are you doing today?' She asked me, grinning slyly.

'Erm. I don't think I have any plans... why?'

'I need to go shopping and I was wondering, if you wanted to come with?'

'Sure!' I grinned, looking forward to spending the day with Britt, and then I realised. Shopping. Oh god no. I hate shopping, okay? The only place I enjoy shopping is Krypton Komix and that's it. But a bit late now, Brittany was already telling me to come inside, because she needed to get changed and about how she was sure Judy could give us a lift and omg I needed to properly meet Judy and everything, and my brain was hurting from all the words being thrown at me this second.

'Woah, Britt. Calm. Breathe.' I chuckled grabbing her by the shoulders and looking into her eyes. She froze and stared back, a small smile on her face. She leant forward and pressed a quick kiss to my lips, before grabbing my hand and dragging me reluctantly towards the house.

'Aunt Judy!' Brittany called as we walked into the foyer, 'Aunt Judy!' She repeated as we walked into the kitchen, to be met with an older woman, Judy Fabray; Quinns mother and Britts aunt. She was like I remembered. Very beautiful, looking like an older version of Quinn. It'd been years.

...

-Brittany-

'Santana Lopez, my, my, I haven't seen you in years.' My aunt said, a grin on her face as we stood in the doorway.

'Hello ma'am.' Santana smiled shyly as Judy walked towards her, her arms open as though she was going to hug her. She did.

'Stop that. How many times have I told you, call me Judy! My word you've grown! How's your mother?'

'She is doing very well thank you-'

I zoned out of their conversation in confusion. Santana knew Judy? Since when? Quinn and Santana have always seemed to hate each other until I got here? What's the big deal? I was snapped out of it when Judy laughed.

'You always were so funny Santana' She smiled waving a dishcloth at the girl.

'Er... Aunt Judy, can you give Santana and I a lift to the mall please?'

'Sure just give me 20 minutes to finish cleaning up in here and I'll take you two. Is Quinn going?'

'No, she's got plans. We'll be in my room.' I smiled and pulled Santana away, up to my room. The second we got up there I shut the door, and grabbed Santanas Iron Man t-shirt, pulling her in for a deep kiss, pulling away only when we needed air.

'Well, hello to you too.' She grinned breathlessly, her fingertips dancing on my hipbone.

'I didn't get a chance to do that earlier.' I whispered, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against hers, my fists still full of her shirt.

'Well, if that's the way you're planning on greeting me, I hope you'll get the chance sooner.' She chuckled, I giggled along with her and kissed her softly again, before leading her over to sit on my bed.

'What was all that with Judy? You've met her before?' I asked.

'A long time ago yeah. But stuff with Quinn- Ah. It doesn't matter.' She seemed nervous all of a sudden, as though she was hiding something.

'What stuff with you and Quinn?'

'We've got history Britt.' She was definitely nervous, as she pushed her glasses up her nose.

'I know that, we're in the same classes-'

'No. I mean, Quinn and I, we used to be close.'

'What happened?'

'Things change, people change.' She shrugged and fiddled with a hairband around her wrist.

'So who changed?' I frowned, tilting my head to the side in confusion.

'Look it doesn't even matter Britt. Just drop it please, she hasn't told you so she doesn't want you to know, and that's fine so let's just leave it, okay?' She seemed like she was getting agitated, getting up from the bed and walking away from me.

'Please Santana, I just want to know!' I pleaded.

'Just drop it!' She snapped.

She stood opposite me, a frown marring her perfect features as she glared at me in frustration. She sighed heavily and pushed her glasses up her nose for the 50th time and rubbed the back of her neck.

'I'm sorry Bri-' She began.

'It's fine. Just, get your stuff and we'll go to the mall.' I interrupted, turning away from her.

'Britt. Baby please don't be mad at me.'

'I'm not mad. You want to keep secrets then fine, just don't get mad at me if I don't tell you anything.' I said, grabbing my bag and heading downstairs. I know I was being childish, but I don't care. I want to know what happened between Santana and Quinn, and I will.

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A/N Okay... I know. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! There are no excuses for not updating, I'm a terrible human being and I deserve to be punched. Sorry guys. :S

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