A/N: Prompt from an anon; Kurt and Rachel want to find out who Santana's new girl is because she is being unusually happy and nice to them, and is shocked when Quinn comes up and greets Santana with a kiss. Thanks!


"Can you see?" Standing up on her tiptoes, Rachel's fingers are clutched around Kurt's shoulder, making him anchor her.

"No, the bitch walked behind the column. It's like she knows we followed her."

Rachel huffs, dropping back down. "How can she? We waited a whole two minutes before going after her." Sucking her lower lip into her mouth, she affixes a determined expression on her face and whacks her purse into Kurt's stomach, "Hold this. I'm going in."

"I'm coming with, Rachel!"


Santana blows on her hands, rubbing them together. Stamping her boots on the slightly slushy ground, she stares in the direction of the stopped train, a giant smile overtaking her mouth as a blonde appears, hopping out onto the pavement. "'Bout damn time, Q," she laughs, stepping into her outstretched arms.

"Shut up," Quinn smiles, circling her shoulders and kissing her, leaning her body into Santana's, "You were the one who didn't want to come see me."

"Nah." Laughing again, Santana kisses her again, then slides her arm around her waist and swinging them around, "How else could we guarantee we'd see the hobbit and lady-gay make complete fools of themselves in public not involving Barbra or random musical numbers?" And, spotting the two looking wide-eyed from behind a newspaper kiosk, she smirks, stops, and, making sure it's obvious who she's with, pulls Quinn into the deepest kiss yet.

Hearing the ensuing crashing noises and loud gasp-squeaks, she translates her triumph into making appreciative noises at the feeling of Quinn's hands tightening in the fabric of her jacket. "You're horrible," the blonde whispers.

"Duh." Santana smirks into Quinn's mouth, "But we both know you're enjoying this as much as I am. What does that say about you?"