Sorry for the long awaited chapter! Really I can't apologize enough, sometimes internets and computers don't mesh (weird huh)?

...I really don't know what this chapter is...

It's weird, I know...

1. Glee

"Please?" Quinn asked for what seemed like the hundredth time as she followed Santana into the empty Lopez household.

"No." Santana replied quickly.

Quinn huffed out a sigh as she threw herself onto one of the stools at the kitchen island, "can't you just do this one thing for me?" She asked.

At that Santana turned away from the fridge and stared at the blonde incredulously. "You're kidding right?" She asked. "I've done plenty for you?"

"I'm not talking about sex Santana."

"And neither am I." The Latina replied, "that itself belongs in a whole other category."

"You're my girlfriend." Quinn stated easily, "that itself belongs in a given category."

Santana watched her a moment before she turned back to the fridge, "what do you want?"

"I want you to do that duet with Rachel in Glee Club."

Santana frowned, "I meant to drink, Q. What do you want to drink?"

"Anything." Quinn shrugged, "I don't care."

Santana nodded along before she grabbed two bottles of water and slid one across the island to Quinn as she took a seat across from her. "Why do you want me to do this duet so much?"

Quinn shrugged as she opened the bottle and quickly took a sip. She wiped a little excess water from her mouth as she said, "Rachel told me you guys have never sung a duet. And thinking about it she is right."

"So?"

"So it's our senior year and she wants to sing a stupid duet with you Santana. So just do it, huh?"

"She's so loud though." Santana told her, "she'll probably try and overpower my voice with her own."

"She didn't for me." Quinn explained, "she's actually pretty good at matching voices with duets. She'll go your speed and your voices are both so great they'll sound amazing together."

"Why did you really tell her you'd get me to sing with her?"

Quinn's brow furrowed, "What do you mean?"

Santana shrugged, taking a quick sip of her own drink. "I find it odd that you agreed to get me to sing a song with Rachel. You two aren't exactly the best of friends so it doesn't make sense for you to say it's because you're friends. Why did you tell her I'd sing with her. What'd she do to you?"

"She didn't do anything." Quinn shook her head, "I just told her I could get you to sing with her. It's one song Santana. One freaking song!"

"She has something on you." Santana smirked, "doesn't she. What is it?"

"Santana."

"You're not just asking to ask…just tell me what it is."

"You're smiling." Quinn told her, "that's not the protective girlfriend look. You're amused."

"Is there a reason for me to be protective?" Santana asked quickly, playing with the lid of her water bottle.

"Well, I-I mean…"

"What are you hiding from me?" Santana chuckled, "come on, babe, just tell me the real reason you want me to sing a duet with her and I will do it."

Quinn frowned, "I don't want to."

Santana shrugged, "then sorry, Q. No duet for you."

"It's Glee Club, and you love it." Quinn told her, "it's singing and you love that. I understand that it's also Rachel and you don't love her, but it's one song, Santana. One stupid little duet." Quinn's head was resting on her arms which had folded across the table top. "Just sing the song with her please?"

"Why should I?"

"Because you love me." Quinn whined.

"Try again." Santana smirked.

She watched Quinn squirm a little in her seat before the blonde finally looked up in her eyes. "She saw us in my car."

Santana frowned, "I'm sure she's not the only one, Quinn…we have sex there all the time."

"No, Santana we weren't having sex." Quinn was quick to reply.

It took Santana a moment to realize what Quinn was saying exactly. "Oh!" She shook her head, "sh-she saw us-"

"Uh-huh."

"Like when we were-"

"Yes." Quinn nodded, "and she has pictures."

"Pictures?" Santana paled a little, "okay…duet it is."

"Thank you!" Quinn cried cheerfully, "I'll call Rachel." She slipped off of the stool and exited the room to call the other girl.

Santana took another quick swig of her water before muttering, "stupid McDonald's."

Haha, anyway, that's another number off the list!

...Yay for me!...

Thanks for reading!