A/N: hello again! This chapter didn't take as long to write. Glad I was able to get something out a little quicker. Again, I'm sorry about the length, I'll try and work on that next time. Please continue to review and follow and favorite. It really means a lot to me :)

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Amanda


The day had arrived. My second chance at a first date with Quinn. We're going to a Girl Talk show, so there was no reason to dress up. Comfortable shoes for the night, jeans and a tee shirt or tank would be the best choice for the evening. Maybe a light sweater? Anyway, everything about the night's plans screamed "perfect! No way to screw this up!", and yet I was more nervous than I've ever been.

I double checked my outfit, hair and make up in the mirror, nothing wrong there. I definitely liked Quinn, more than like really. And we both liked to dance and listen to good music. There was no reason to be nervous. Also, I've known this girl since we were 15 years old, she's seen me at my most maniacal and self-serving times, and yet we don't hate each other.

"Santana, breathe. You're Santana Lopez. You're the hottest chica in town. No one can hold a candle to you. You've got this," I said to myself in the mirror.

I nodded to myself in the mirror before grabbing my wallet, menthol cigarettes, and a lighter. Grabbing my key, I left the apartment and walked toward the subway down to Quinn's apartment. The ten minute ride to her apartment felt like 30. Ever since I asked her for a second first date, my mind has not stopped thinking about this night.

When I looked up and out the windows, I noticed we were starting to slow down. I let out a nervous breath as we finally stopped, and I stood up to leave. Walking up to her building, and up to the second floor, I knocked on her front door.

Quinn answered a few seconds later, and she was wearing flip flops and a skirt. She looked so adorable but I couldn't help but chuckle at her.

She bit her lip and sighed, "This isn't okay for tonight, is it? I knew I should have called and asked,"

"You look great! But it's a general admission show. We're going to be pretty tightly packed in." I added.

"Ahhh right, so we should be super casual. Well come in, and give me just like 5 more minutes," and she was off to her room as soon as she closed the door.

I laughed and sat down on her couch. Before I knew it she was back in tight jeans, a pair of converse, and a white slim fitted v-neck. She looked so cute. Her curves were on display for sure.

"Ready?" she asked as she slipped her ID and some cash in her pocket. She grabbed her key from the desk drawer as I stood up.

"All set," I said as we made our way out of the apartment. "You look so cute right now,"

She smiled and placed some of her hair behind her ear. "Thank you, have I told you how sexy you look tonight?"

I grabbed her hand and we smiled like idiots. Nothing to be worried about.

I didn't notice until we were finally at the venue that we hadn't let go of the other's hand. I smiled to myself and noticed one of our Thursday night bouncers, Mike, at the front. Holding her hand slightly tighter, we crossed the street over to the venue.

"Santana! What's up girl?" Mike greeted as we walked up to him.

"Not much, how are you, Mike?" I asked, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Awesome! Did Kori tell you about tonight?"

"Yeah, will you be able to get us in?" I asked.

"Pffft, please. You know, I got you," he laughed as he unlocked the door he was standing in front of and let us in. "Go up the stairs and over to the elevator up to the 3rd floor. Go to B5."

"What? I thought this was General Admission?" I was suddenly confused.

"Floors are ridiculously packed. Plus, this was the section separated for Kori."

"All right, so 3rd floor room B5,"

"Yep. Have fun ladies," he said as he closed the door behind us.

"How many connections does Kori have?" Quinn asked as we walked up the stairs.

"Surprisingly, just being a club owner makes her super connected." I opened the door and I immediately saw the elevator down the hall and to the left.

Once inside the elevator, I think we both realized we were finally in an enclosed space. And alone. My hand found hers and my other found her wrist. Leaving some space between us, I grinned as I looked her up and down.

"You look gorgeous. Really," I said pulling her into a hug.

I felt her smile against my neck and the laughter in her lungs. The elevator bell rang at our floor, and we pulled away from each other. We rounded the corner and my eyes scanned for B5. Quinn stopped and pulled me back from walking any further.

"Found it!" she said as she opened the door. When we walked in there was a full bar set up for mixing our own drinks, couches and a pool table. Straight ahead was a dead center view of the stage about 3 stories higher than the GA seats.

"Damn, Kori always has the best hook ups," I said as I took in everything around us.

Quinn went straight to the bar and was checking all the supplies. "So can I make you a drink?"

"Mmmm, how about a mojito?" I asked.

Quinn spotted the white rum and lime juice mixing in 4 parts of rum and 3 parts lime juice. She looked inside one of the coolers and surprisingly found mint. Sprinkling sugar over the rum and lime juice, she added some sugar to the mint sprig before adding it. Pouring in some club soda, she added an extra splash of Bacardi on top.

I took a sip of the glass she handed me and was incredibly surprised. "Holy shit Fabray! That is one damn good mojito!"

"Why always the tone of surprise?" she said with an incredibly sexy gaze as she started making herself a drink as well.

"Ummm, because you went to Yale and yet just made me one of the best mojitos I've ever had." I took another sip of my drink. "Don't tell Kori I just said that."

She laughed and took a sip of her drink. "I was part of a sorority, and in order to raise money for some uppity cause, we got the idea to run a bar for an evening. So this bar near campus gave us two weeks of lessons in tending bar."

"Quinn Fabray. You've become quite the bad ass since high school," I said in a low tone.

She quirked her eyebrow at me as she took a sip of her drink. Bringing the glass down she shot me another seductive grin. "And my years of besting you in high school weren't proof enough?"

Two can play this game. "Please, I was and still am the hottest piece that ever walked the halls of McKinley."

She took a step closer to me, looking me up and down. "If you can keep a secret,

after Schuester's wedding, I can attest that you are more than that."

Her tone was so cool and electrifying at the same time. I rinsed the lump in my throat down with a sip of my drink as I looked up to meet her eyes. Now more than ever was I remembering that night. The feel of her skin, the warmth. Something about all of it felt right.

"You almost make me want to skip this concert, Fabray," it was like a switch had flipped in that elevator. I couldn't care less about seeing this DJ now. All I wanted was to get as close as possible to Quinn.

"Almost?" she teased with another sip of her drink.

I chuckled and threw my head back. "What ever you're trying to do to me, it's working." I whispered in her ear. I walked over to the pool table and set my drink down on one of the empty tables.

It was my turn to show off a little bit tonight. I grabbed a 19 oz pool stick and one of the cue chalks. "Wanna play?"

"I haven't played pool since I was grounded in middle school and stuck at my house."

"Really now?"

"Yeah, we didn't have any video game systems or anything. So I would play pool in my dad's study. But that was like ten years ago,"

I glanced her way and saw her fingers grazing the edge of the table. "I'm taking that as a yes to my earlier question. Come pick your pool cue,"

She smiled and grabbed an 18 oz. I handed her the chalk and started racking up the pool balls.

"You can break," she added as she leaned on her pool stick.

I shrugged, "Well, if I must," I positioned the cue ball to its perfect spot and took my aim. With one final attempt, I took my shot and with a loud crack the solid and striped set separated all over the table. The striped 12 managed to make it into the left corner pocket.

"Very nice, very nice," Quinn said with a silly accent.

"Oh, sahnk you!" I replied with a similarly silly accent.

The 10 was in a perfect spot. All I needed to do was hit the right side of the ball softly and it'd be mine.

"Not too hard. Don't wanna mess it up," Quinn commented with a sly grin.

"Are you shit talking right now?" I asked as I took aim. "I've perfect control over that." taking my shot the ten ball slowly rolled right into the pocket. "But you already know that,"

She smacked my shoulder as I only mischievously grinned and took a sip of my drink. I wasn't so lucky with the next one. I left myself without a single open shot. Aiming for the 13, I tried to bank the ball but failed miserably.

"We all miss in the end," Quinn joked with a hand on my shoulder. She spotted her shot and let her hand slide down my arm. Damn her concentration face was sexy. She bit her lip and slightly narrowed her gaze on the 2. She must have kept in shape because her arms looked amazing holding the pool cue. I just about pinched myself trying not to get caught staring.

She took her shot and sank it. "Enjoy the view?" she smirked.

"Absolutely," I smiled. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to me. She still smelled as sweet as always. My eyes lingered from between her thighs, up her stomach to between her chest and finally meeting her hazel eyes. I brushed some of her hair behind her ear as we inched closer.

As the crowd roared, our lips met for the first time in five years. The first time since that night our first year in college. As we pulled apart, our eyes immediately met again and I broke into the widest smile.

I grabbed my drink and hers. Handing Quinn her drink, I said "To many more nights like these?"

"Is that how you're asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," I joked with a smile.

"To many more nights like these," she repeated. We clanked our glasses and drank, only for immediately after to kiss again.

I looked to the stage and saw Girl Talk was starting to spin. The date had barely begun, but things already were better than I ever could have imagined.

The rest of the night we spent dancing and making each other drinks. Every now and then we would go back to our game of pool when we were all danced out. There was nothing more I could have asked for out of tonight. Thinking back to how nervous I was before, I can only laugh because nothing has ever been so easy before. I only wonder why now? Why is it just now that I'm seeing Quinn in this light?

Once the concert let out, we took a detour to the best late night Chinese food place. "So now I've gotta ask. Am I your first girlfriend?"

Quinn took a sip of her tea before answering, "No actually. There was a girl I met actually on the last day of classes freshman year."

"Yeah? Tell me about her," I said taking a bite of chow mein.

"Well, she was short, like shorter than Rachel,"

"No shit!"

"Yeah! She was pre-law, brilliant. But a bit too into her image. Like, I think she saw me as a potential trophy wife to her dream of being a lawyer. But that was definitely not the life I wanted. Actually, once I left high school, I finally realized what I thought I wanted really wasn't what I wanted at all."

I finished my mouthful. "What is it that you want?"

Quinn sighed and looked out the window. "You know, I'm still not completely sure. I just want to enjoy life. Travel, see the world, experience everything."

"That sounds wonderful," I smiled.

"And you?" Quinn asked.

"Make music and make the most out of life," I added. We smiled again and then continued our late dinner.

I walked her back to her apartment, not without one last kiss. Walking back to the subway, I thought I was skipping. I couldn't believe I had finally gotten to this moment. Finally, I felt like I was truly alive and living again.