Stupid, stupid, stupid! Just how could I be so fucking dumb? I should have listened to Kurt, turns out that motherfucker is always right. "Oooh Santana, you're not ready yet. You need time to heal yadayadayada." Fucking asshole. What does he know, anyway? Nothing. Everyone fucking acts like they do but they don't. They fucking don't.
"FABRAY" Santana stormed in through the front door, slamming it shut behind her. She marched into the living room.
"Yes?" Quinn sat cuddled up with a blanket on the couch, her computer on her lap.
"I am never ever ever going back again! NEVER. You hear me?" Santana slipped in and out on Spanish as she paced around the living room, trying to calm herself down. Quinn just sat there, shocked, but couldn't help but laugh at her friends' outburst.
You think this is funny? Seriously?
"Okay, okay, calm down. What happened?" She moved a bit to the side and pat the spot on the couch next to her, gesturing for Santana to sit down. The girl made her way over to the couch and took a seat.
"Should I start with how my colleague smacked me in the face with a door or how said colleague got drunk and I crashed her car?"
"Wait what?" Quinn stared wide-eyed at her. Santana just groaned and buried her face in her hands.
"Santana, you don't have your license" The blond girl started giggling as she watched her friend fall apart on the couch.
"No shit, Quinn!" She snapped. "I crashed her freaking car dude!"
"I can't believe you, do you remember what happened the last time I tried to teach you to drive? That's three car accidents, Santana!"
"Hey, that second one was totally your fault"
"How was it my fault?"
"You were distracting me!"
"Oh please, I was just changing for a date, Lopez"
"Exactly!"
At this point Quinn was full-on laughing, clutching her stomach. Santana punched her in the arm but soon started giggling herself.
"Whatever fabgay"
Santana got up from the couch and slipped into her room, changing into a white tank top and a pair of boyshorts. She returned to find Quinn in the kitchen, looking through the take out menus.
"I was thinking pizza for dinner? It's been too long since we last had it" She turned to her friend.
"Yeah sure. Just don't get me anything with olives, you know I hate that shit" Santana answered.
"Yes I know," Quinn said, shaking her head at Santana's choice of clothing… That girl had no boundaries.
"Look all you want Quinnie, I know I have the ass of god but I'm a one-woman kinda gal" She smirked and took a seat at the kitchen island as Quinn chuckled.
"You know I don't swing that way, Lopez." She said and winked. "How is it going with Maya anyways?"
"I don't really know, Good I suppose. Although she's been kind of a no-show lately"
Of course, she's a fucking no-show, Santana. You did this yourself, you fucked it up. Now you get to deal with the consequences.
"You know what Kurt said, San. I don't think she's good news" Quinn furrowed her eyebrows and tried to catch Santana's diverting gaze.
"Well, Kurt doesn't know shit. His last boyfriend was a fucking stripper"
"Gabe wasn't a stripper, Santana."
"Exotic dancer then. What's the fucking difference?"
"You know I've been going easy on you since you had a bad first day but you need to cool it with the cursing"
"Sure, mom" Santana said and smirked, finally meeting Quinn's eyes.
"Fuck you" She whispered and tried to contain her smile.
"Ey! 10 dollars, bitch. Pay up!"
An hour later Quinn and Santana lay splayed across the couch, both in an intense food coma.
"I told you we shouldn't have ordered two large pizzas each," Santana groaned.
"No one forced you to eat it all Santana" Quinn said and reached for the remote that had ended up under one of the couch cushions. She turned on animal planet, which she knows always calms Santana down, even though she'll never admit to it. Santana smiled at Quinn's choice of entertainment and sunk further into the couch, her eyes fixed on the tv.
"Santana?" Quinn spoke up after a few minutes of silence.
"Yes?" She answered, not bothering to look away from the tv. But Quinn didn't answer, after a while of silence, she turned to her friend. "What is it?"
"Today was okay, right? With the job and everything I mean. It's survivable, right? You can do it you know... I know you can. I just-" Quinn sighed, wringing her hands in her lap. "You'll be okay, right?" She eventually asked and looked up at Santana.
I don't know.
Santana ached for her best friend, this wasn't fair. She couldn't help but feel guilty. She put her arm around her friend and leaned her head on her shoulder.
"You have to promise, Santana. Kurt and I can't -."
"I'll be okay Quinn. I promise you." She eventually answered, cutting Quinn off, not sure if she could ever talk about it.