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"I didn't call you for," she paused and blew out a nervous breath, "y'know. This isn't about Valentine's Day."
The way she bit her lip made Santana blink a few times. To be honest, that thought hadn't crossed her mind. Quinn Fabray reaching out for a booty call? Please. She met her at the train station because that's what best friends do - even when there isn't the promise of sex.
"Kinda didn't think it was about that," Santana said evenly. "Since we haven't actually addressed it since it happened. You're kinda the Queen of Avoidance on the topic, it seems."
Quinn crinkled her nose and furrowed her brows. "I haven't been avoiding anything."
"Okay, sure," Santana replied as she pulled Quinn's bag from the ground. Turning on her heels, she called over her shoulder, "Let's get outta here. There are better places to not talk about this and other things we can be not doing. Or something."
Quinn walked quickly to catch up with her best friend. She was pretty sure she was still allowed to call Santana that - her best friend.
"Have you heard from Brittany?" she asked, thinking it might be a safer topic.
"Nope."
"Nothing?"
"I said no," Santana said firmly. "Back off."
They walked in silence for a few blocks. Quinn tried to keep her eyes on the buildings as they passed. Playing tourist seemed like a good distraction. Except it meant that when Santana stopped abruptly and turned around, she didn't see and ended up walking right into her friend.
"Watch it," the other girl said. "Now listen because I'm only saying this once. Brittany is off limits. We can talk about anyone or anything else but -" she blew out a sharp breath "- no Brittany."
"But - "
"No."
"Fine," Quinn ground out. "What would you like to talk about, then?"
"We can start," Santana said, resuming her stride, "with your surprise visit. What's up with that? I was pretty sure you said that New Haven was just the right amount of stuffy for you.'
Quinn rolled her eyes as she matched steps with her best friend. Their feet moved in sync and their strides, even though she was taller than Santana, matched almost perfectly. It was probably a cheerios in sync thing.
"I don't know," she admitted. "I just wanted to see you, I guess."
"Because all those times we've talked on the phone isn't enough for your romantic little heart?" Santana teased before sticking her index finger in the air and pretending to remember something. "Oh, that's right. You haven't exactly been good at playing Alexander Graham Bell with me. I shouldn't be surprised. You really don't seem like the role playing type."
Quinn moved closer and whispered harshly, "I didn't know what to say. I'd never done anything like that before."
"Yes, you did."
"No, I really didn't."
"Puck."
After a short beat, Quinn said, "It's not the same."
"Sure it is," Santana argued. "Get a little booze in you. Flirt a bit and ..."
"... and nothing. You didn't talk me into sleeping with you. I chose to do it - I planned to do it before we even got our first drinks down." Quinn blinked a few times at her confession. She hadn't expected to admit it - on a public street corner.
Santana stopped walking and pointed to a brick building. "This is me." Before leading Quinn up the steps, she turned and met the other girl's eyes. "I don't take advantage of people. So, I guess," she shrugged as she pushed out a quick, "thanks for not making it like that."
"It really wasn't like that," Quinn said, gingerly touching the other girl's arm. "If anything, I was the one who -"
A loud bark of a laugh erupted from Santana's throat. She almost dropped Quinn's bag as her arms pulled tight over her stomach while she laughed, shaking her head. "Who what?" Her laughter died down into giggles. "Do you really think you took advantage of me? I'm GAY, Quinn. And you're - how do you not get this - you're hot. Not only that, you're the type of hot that only a straight best friend can be. I wasn't about to pass up a once in a lifetime opportunity. It was like Halley's comet or something."
"Please don't liken sex with me to something like that." Quinn's lips pressed together into a firm frown.
"Why not?"
Taking her bag from Santana's hand and opening the door, she looked over her shoulder and answers, "Because it means it can't happen again for seventy five years."