Santana wasted no time following an unsteady Quinn out of the choir room. She traced her all the way to the girls bathroom closest to the choir room. Her hands matched the color of the porcelain sink from how viscously she was holding on. She had her head bowed and seemed to be taking deep breaths.

"Quinn? You okay? Holy shit, are you having a panic attack? I'll go get Blaine if you are." Santana turned to fetch Blaine but was stopped.

"I'm not having a panic attack." Quinn's voice was tight but there seemed to be a hint of amusement in it.

"Well you don't look like Mary Poppins." Santana commented.

Quinn smiled which turned out to be more of a grimace if anything. Santana bit her lip and contemplated getting Blaine anyways, it may not be a panic attack but Quinn was most definitely freaking out and Blaine had a calm aurora that surrounded him and helped calm people down. Mercedes was Quinn's best friend so she could get her. Brittany was always able to cheer people up.

She was about to ask Quinn who or what she wanted when she noticed Quinn taking out her phone. Her fingers were typing away faster than her eyes could keep up with. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

"You're giving me a headache blondie." Santana complained.

Quinn turned her phone off and abruptly turned towards Santana. Her breathing stopped dead in its tracks at Quinn's eyes holding her captive. Quinn's eyes glowed two types of way; like honey when she was happy and dark gold when upset. Both were captivating and stopped your thinking in its track, consuming your heart, soul, and brain entirely.

Right now they were the latter. Santana felt torn between selfishly gazing into Quinn's eyes and trying to cheer her up.

"Can you take me home?"

It took every ounce of willpower Santana had not to utter her infamous phrase, "wanky."

"Didn't you drive here?"

Quinn shook her head. "My mom dropped me off but she's running some errands now."

Santana slowly nodded her head. She knew Quinn had asked her a question and she had no problem with driving Quinn home (she knew she would do anything for Quinn but actively tried not to admit it verbally or mentally), but she was starting to see a pattern. Quinn had been late to the reunion which could either mean she didn't drive herself or she was trying to ditch it. Santana drove them to the hotel and Quinn said her uber had arrived the next day, now she said Judy had driven her here.

Santana wasn't a rocket scientist but she was pretty fucking smart and attentive, and she knew Quinn like she knew her cheerios routines. Quinn didn't like driving and took every possible chance she could to avoid it. It probably wasn't healthy but Santana couldn't force Quinn through her PTSD. Besides what was she suppose to do, make Quinn walk home?

"Sure, we wouldn't want your hot piece of ass to become bacon."

Quinn's smile caused Santana's heart to boom around like Captain Caveman. Santana quickly turned in hopes of calming her heart down but halfway down the hall and it was no such luck.

"Can we not say bye to everyone? I really don't want to have to deal with all the questions."

Santana knew everyone would be texting or calling Quinn and would bombard her the next time they saw her but decided to prolong it as long as she could.

"You sure are asking a lot from me today." Santana teased turning down a different hallway to avoid the hooligans.

"You're trying to tell me you don't like being bossed around?" The tone Quinn picked up was light but sultry.

"Not outside of the bedroom." Santana wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at the blonde.

Quinn's merry laugh filled the vacant halls of the music school. Santana smiled and thought to herself, 'that's better.'

After some thinking Santana thought it was best that Quinn got some food in her. It took some threatening and Santana being stubborn but it eventually worked out. Quinn was definitely not impressed by Santana taking her to McDonald's.

"Really?" Quinn had asked dubiously with an arched eyebrow.

"What? It's cheap and quick." Santana justified herself taking off her seatbelt.

"Here I was thinking you were going to woo me." Quinn muttered not thinking Santana would hear her.

But she did.

"I'll spend big money on you when I decide to take you out on a date."

Quinn was taken off guard by the comment and the fact that Santana heard her. Sometimes she wondered if Santana was even human with her goddess-like looks and super hearing, and the fact that she breezed through Sue's torturous practices like they were nothing.

"So this isn't a date?" She sounded indifferent but Quinn was really freaking out inside.

"Hell no. It's all or nothing for Santana Lopez, McDonald's is nothing."

Quinn snorted at Santana talking about herself in the third person. She couldn't help but watch Santana as they walked across the parking lot.

"So when exactly are you going to go all out for me?" She hesitated on the last two words hating how intimate they sounded.

She expected Santana to make some snarky comment or to not respond at all. Being open wasn't Santana's forte (and not being around her the past two years-five if you counted the three on and off years before-meant she didn't know that Santana had actually grown and learn to be more open) so when Santana actually responded seriously she was thoroughly surprised. The fact that she didn't even sound freaked out surprised Quinn further.

"Don't know yet."

Quinn had nodded her head and just left it at that, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere that they had been drifting in since the school. Things had been fun and teasing, easy. She didn't want to complicate things with feelings and scare Santana away, not when she was just starting to get Santana back.

'Did I ever really have her in the first place?' This single thought had been bouncing around in Quinn's mind while they ate.

Romantically no. There was the wedding and several times after but it was just sex. (At least that's what they both desperately tried to tell themselves, especially during moments spent alone in bed cuddling or random moments when they thought about one another.

Santana only cuddled her parents and Brittany [that Quinn knew of] and had developed a cuddling crush on Rachel because damnit Berry's snuggle were unearthly. Still, cuddling with someone other than her parents or Rachel that held romantic ties wasn't something Santana did. And Quinn was a very closed off person physically having no physical contact from her parents growing up.

Those random moments were called that for a reason. Santana could be watching a movie with Hummelberry and wonder what snarky comment her and Quinn could come up with. Quinn would be in class and think of times when her and Santana would write notes back and forth to each other in high school.)

Quinn wanted to say yes in the platonic sense. They had been friends right? Freshmen year yes but after that things got fuzzy. Sophomore year was the start of always trying to one up each other, fighting over boys, climbing to the top of the food chain, slapping sense into each other, and a lot of judgement.

But in the end they were always there for each other, for the times that mattered. After Santana found out about the baby and it was known to Quinn that Santana knew, Santana helped out. Whenever she was over at Quinn's house she would come up with some excuse to Russel as to why Quinn didn't feel good or clothes weren't fitting. She would hold Quinn's hair back as she puked and cover for her in Algebra II. When Santana's abuela kicked her out it was Quinn that picked up a sobbing Santana and let her stay the night. Quinn talked and ate ice cream with Santana over skype when Santana broke up with Brittany (even though the conversations made Quinn uneasy and sick for reasons unknown to her at the time).

Sure high school was a mess and the sex complicated things at times in college, and Quinn's addiction separated them for a while, but Quinn thought they were friends at heart. Mercedes would always be her best friend and she loved Britt to pieces, but Santana was the only one who really knew Quinn and accepted everything about her. Quinn didn't have to hide who she was around Santana, especially when they were so alike.

'So why haven't you told her about your problem?' Another haunting lunch time question.

"Wanna have sex in the bathroom?" Santana's angelic voice broke through the chaos in her mind.

"Excuse me?" Quinn choked on her burger.

"I've been trying to talk to you for the past ten minutes and for half of that you've had that adorable little crease between your brows."

A light blush crept up Quinn's neck and spattered her cheeks.

"You think I'm adorable?"

"Stop twisting my words Fabray."

Quinn smirked at Santana taking a flustered bite of her fry.

"So?" Santana asked after a beat.

"So what?"

Santana rolled her eyes, sighed, and heaved her shoulders simultaneously. "What are you thinking about?" She exclaimed.

Quinn hesitated. Just this morning she told Santana she had turned over a new leaf and was living a life full of honesty. But she didn't really think spilling her guts about how she wanted to be with Santana and revealing that she was a pill popper in a McDonald's of all places was the right time. She looked down and fidgeted with a fry, her fingers shining with grease.

"Just how much I've missed you." It wasn't a lie so it worked.

"Don't wait two and a half years to see me again then." It was a joke but it still made Quinn's heart ache with guilt.

"Shut up." Quinn kicked Santana in the shin under the table.

"Bitch! I can have your ass arrested for assault."

Quinn really expected her to say she'd go all Lima Heights on her ass, not threaten to have her arrested. 'Oh how the mighty have fallen.'

"Oh stop being a baby."

Santana further proved Quinn's point by collapsing in her seat with a pout on her face. Quinn rolled her eyes and shook her head. The Latina reached out and snagged a few of Quinn's fries, chomping angrily on them.

"What the hell? You said you didn't want any!" Quinn's voice resembled a crow it was so screechy.

"I didn't then but now I do."

"Then go buy yourself some and stop stealing mine." Quinn ripped the last fry out of Santana's hand and ate it herself.

Santana scowled at Quinn then pushed her chair back (in a very dramatic Rachel Berry way that had Quinn suspiciously raising her eyebrows). Two seconds passed before Santana came back and was leaning in close to Quinn.

"Glad to see you still got that high school bitchiness in you." She smiled and skipped away (literally) to buy herself some fries.

Quinn wasn't sure what to make of that statement. She had definitely changed drastically since high school and for the better, but there were some things she wished to keep about herself. Having that bitchiness in her made it easy to build walls and treat innocent people like shit which she didn't like. But it had its perks and was a piece of what connected her to Santana.

She shrugged and decided not to dwell too much on it. There were things that warranted some concern and others that didn't, this wasn't one of them.

(AN)

Look at me actually posting on a Saturday like I was suppose to! I wanted to post it an hour ago but I had dinner and was doing a puzzle with my mom so /

This is a short chapter but I like it and I hope you guys too!