"I wanted to talk to you about the last time we saw each other. I'm sorry Santana. But if you don't talk to me, I can't know how you feel. Usually, we see each other all the time, or you're at your apartment, while you've been busy for the past few weeks."
"There is nothing to say." Grumbled Santana, face down on her couch.
"Clearly there is something going on. Sometimes I think about calling the police for a missing person so you should have a good explanation." Kurt says crossing his arms in front of his best friend.
"Again, nothing at all. Everything is normal. Maybe I just found a better occupation."
"And what's the name of this occupation? Is this occupation beautiful?" Said Kurt realizing that someone entered Santana's life.
"Quinn. And yes, she is very beautiful." The Latina grumbled; her head buried in the cushion.
"So, is she the reason for my friend missing?"
"May be."
"So, all this time you were with her. Every day for the past few weeks?"
"It's very likely."
"So, why aren't you here with her now."
"Because she had a meeting with her boss or something. And yesterday she was meeting with suppliers. I didn't quite understand that part, but anyway."
"So, if I understand correctly, you're sulking right now, miserable, because it's been two days since you last saw her? Wow, that is pitiful."
"I am not sulking, and why do you say 'so' that much?" Asks Santana now glaring at Kurt.
"You are clearly sulking like a child. Come on Santana, she is just a girl."
"Shut it Porcelain!" Snapped the singer.
"Wow. So, after all you really like this girl. How long have you known her? Is she famous? What does she do? What does she look like? And is she-"
"GOD STOP ! » Santana yelled. «Breathe gosh. I've known her for a few months now. No, she's not famous. She's a writer. And she looks like an angel." Santana grumbled the last part.
"If she's a writer, why isn't she famous?"
"She's writing a book but hasn't finished it yet. So right now, she works in a bookstore but it's a long story."
Kurt sigh. "Be careful Santana. You know better than I do how this stuff works. If she's not famous, chances are that she's interested in you for the wrong reasons."
"For you, nobody can care about me for who I am?" Said Santana who was starting to get annoyed.
"That's not what I said, and you know it." Kurt sighed.
Santana looked at her best friend with narrowed eyes. As she stood up, she sat up and crossed her arms, a posture Kurt knew to be that of a losing patience Santana. "She's not like that."
"And how do you know that?"
"I know that, that's all."
"I'm just asking you to protect yourself Santana, we both know your relationship with Brittany destroyed you. I just don't want this to happen again."
"I appreciate your advice Kurt but currently I don't need it. So now stop talking about her while you don't know her."
As Santana finished her sentence, her phone resting on the coffee table between the two began to vibrate. The two friends looked at it, and seeing Quinn's name on the screen, a very big smile appeared on the singer's face. A detail that Kurt did not miss.
Santana immediately picked up the phone as she went to her room. Kurt watched his friend leave with a sigh. The two friends argue a lot. But that's how their friendship works, they both love each other very much so the arguments don't shock Kurt. He just doesn't want his friend to suffer again from a relationship where the girl was with her for her money or popularity or whatever.
Kurt took his things and left the Latina's penthouse thinking that they will have to continue this discussion later.
"Hey Quinn. How did it go?"
"Perfect. You know we mostly talked about the paperwork, we thought we might change a few things. Nothing very important. Did you have a good day?"
"Yes, yes, great." Liar. "You had to tell me about the new book you're reading. Did you continue? What is it?"
"Oh yes! I had completely forgotten! It is 'Vingt mille lieues sous les mers' by Jules Vernes. He is a French writer whom I adore and I am super happy because I finally found this version in Brail. It is an adventure book, and it is the story of the journey of three castaways captured by Captain Nemo. He is a mysterious inventor who travels the seabed aboard the Nautilus wich is a submarine far ahead of the technologies of the time. And it's really amazing!"
Santana is on her bed, her eyes closed with a small absent smile. She could listen to Quinn talk all day. And she really enjoys hearing her so passionate and enthusiastic about something.
"It sounds interesting. I do not read that much. But one day you could read for me maybe."
Quinn, sitting on her sofa with Romeo's head on her lap, began to blush. The thought of spending a day with Santana and reading to her didn't seem to bad. It is even quite the opposite. "I think it could work out. I will read something to you and then you sing for me. What do you think?"
"Well beautiful lady, I think you got yourself a deal."
"What are you going to sing to me?"
"What are you going to read to me?" Santana replied directly with a smile.
"No! I asked the question first!" Quinn replied, laughing.
"I don't know yet. It's an important choice, I have to think about it. And I'm a little stressed. What do I do if you don't like my voice?"
Quinn chuckled. "Honestly, I think it would be impossible for me not to like something that comes from you."
Even though people of color don't blush, Santana is pretty sure she does right now.
"I was wondering," Quinn continued. "Could you give me the title of one of your songs? That way I could finally get a sample of your voice. Well, if you agree of course!" The blonde stammered a little.
"Haven't you listened yet?" Santana asks surprised.
"Um, no. Firstly, I did not really know how to search. And then, I did not know if you were okay with it. I mean, I wanted to, do not get me wrong, but I wanted to be sure that I was not crossing an invisible line. Well, I never did that kind of thing. You are the first friend I have so I do not really know all the rules or-"
"Quinn." Cut Santana laughing. "It's okay really."
The Latina is touched by Quinn's gesture. It wasn't necessary because her songs are open to everyone. But she understands that Quinn isn't necessarily used to this sort of thing. They've been friends for a few months now (which bothers the Latina more and more) and Santana knows that Quinn is easily confused by things and is sometimes afraid of being a burden or going overboard even if that's not true.
So, Santana gave a few songs that she wanted Quinn to listen to and then explained to her how to listen to them.
She found it very cute when Quinn asked her to slow down so she could write down what she was saying.
"So, if I give you the chance to listen to my songs, can I read your book someday?" Teased Santana.
She heard the blonde laugh before she answered. "It is not finished yet, but if you want, I can promise you that when I will finish it, you will be one of the first to read it."
"Good enough for me." Shrugged Santana with a smile.
She heard noises in the background that sounded like barking and something falling and then breaking. "Is everything alright?" Santana worried as she got up from her bed.
"I think Romeo got scared and dropped something. I think it is broken but I don't know what it is." Quinn was surprised by the noise. She got worried, hoping it was not something made of glass. If there are little sharp bits all over the place, she does not know how she is going to get them all without cutting herself. She walked slowly into her apartment, with her hands sliding over the furniture, in the direction of the noise.
Just as Quinn was about to bend down to try to gently touch the ground to find out what had fallen, another noise sounded which frightened the dog who ran past Quinn, causing to unintentionally trip her. Wanting to protect herself from the fall, the blonde put her hands first, and yes, apparently there are lots of bits of glass.
"Ouch!" Quinn squeaked.
Santana jumped. "Are you okay?! What happened?!" Asked the Latina extremely worried for her 'friend'.
Quinn found her phone and answered. "I don't know what fell but it is definitely broken. I fell and I think I cut myself." Sobs the blonde.
"Oh my god. I'm coming! I'm coming to your place to help you. Try not to move too much, I'll be right there!"
Santana quickly picked up her things and joined Quinn as quickly as possible.
After about ten minutes, the brunette arrived in front of the apartment building where Quinn lives. She took the elevator and went upstairs to the blonde. She knows where she lives because she has walked her home several times.
Once in front of the door, she knocked. Seconds later, Quinn opened the door and Santana's gaze fell first on the blonde's face, with tear's tracks and then on her bloody hands.
"Oh my god." Santana whispered. "Are you okay?"
That was a stupid question. Of course she is not okay.
Santana put her hands on her friend's hips to slowly guide her to her living room and sit her down on her sofa.
"Do you have a first aid kit or something?"
"Um, yes. It is in the bathroom cabinet."
"I'll go get it, don't move." Santana walked around the apartment and opened several doors before finding the bathroom. She then saw a large piece of furniture and opened the doors. And as Quinn said, inside was the first aid kit.
She then trotted back to the blonde and knelt in front of her.
Quinn was sobbing, so Santana put her hand on the blonde's cheek and placed a lock of hair behind her ear. "Hey. It's okay, I'll take care of you." After seeing Quinn nod, the Latina first wiped out all the blood Quinn had on her hands. Then, with tweezers, she removed the small pieces of glass while making sure she wasn't really hurting the blonde who was already in pain.
"So, you never told me what the subject of your book was." Said Santana.
"Oh. It is a science fiction book."
"Wow. It's funny when you know the theme of your thesis." Quinn chuckled and Santana was happy with the diversion she was doing to keep the blonde from hurting too much. "And what is the story?"
"It is about several people locked in a maze for an experience after some kind of apocalypse."
"That's actually seems really cool."
"Thank you." Whispered Quinn blushing.
Finally, after disinfecting the wounds which were not too deep, Santana applied bandages on her.
"It's over. Are you okay?"
Quinn responded with a small smile. "Better, thank you very much." She rested her head on Santana's shoulder who was relieved to know that the blonde was feeling better.
"It's nothing. Do you know what happened?" Santana said stroking her 'friend's' hair.
"I do not know exactly. I think Romeo was scared of something and therefore bumped into something which dropped something."
Santana lowered her head and looked at the dog who had his head on her mistress's legs and who was weeping as a sign of apology.
After a few minutes of pure pleasure for Santana having Quinn so close and, in her arms, she gave her a kiss on the top of the head. "Don't move. Rest and I'll go clean up."
Quinn looked up directly in Santana's direction. "No! You do not have to do that, it is already very nice of you to have come."
"Don't worry. I'm happy to help you. I won't be long."
Once Santana had finished picking up the scraps of glass, she returned to Quinn's side. She looked at her with a little distance, thinking she was sleeping. Only she heard Quinn's voice which made her jump. "Will you stay with me for a bit?"
Pleasantly surprised, Santana sat down silently next to Quinn who moved closer to her. Santana hugged her and heard Quinn sigh contentedly. A few minutes passed in silence, both just happy to be with each other when Quinn looked up. Eyes up at the ceiling but her head in the direction of Santana, a moment passed with growing tension.
Santana watched her eyes. Although blind, Quinn did not have grey eyes. They are of a complexity that the Latina had never seen. Green mixes with brown with some sparkles of gold. They are magnificent.
Then, after a few seconds, Santana's gaze landed on the pretty blonde's lips. They are so attractive and look so sweet. If only Santana could just lay hers on top of Quinn's. At the thought of kissing the blonde, the brunette's lips quivered slightly with excitement, and her heart twitched. Feeling her heart racing, Santana began to lean slightly towards the blonde. Only, Quinn interrupted her by uttering a sentence creating enormous pain in Santana's heart.
"Thank you so much Santana. I am so glad that we are friends."
Friends.
Of course.
Santana didn't know that such a simple word could hurt that much.
The Latina then pulled back and looked at the floor feeling the tears coming. She stood up abruptly from the couch surprising Quinn. "I have to go. I just remembered that I have a meeting with my manager. I'll call you later to check on you." Without Quinn having time to say anything, Santana was already out of the apartment.
¤Santana¤
Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends. Friends.
FUCK!
How can I be so stupid? I don't want to be her friend. But what if I am only a friend for her? Me telling her that I kind of love her more than a good friend do could ruin it all. Should I take that risk? I don't' want to lose her. I am pretty sure that right now, her out of my life could kill me.
What should I choose?
If I am honest with myself, I know that I am in love with her. How do I know that?
Because of everything.
I want her more than I have ever wanted anyone.
The anticipation before the kiss. Gosh. I could feel it in my lips.
Wait. What did I just say? Wait. Wait. Wait.
Can I repeat that?
"The anticipation before the kiss. I could feel it in my lips.
Me telling her that I kind of love her more than a good friend do could ruin it all. Should I take that risk? I want her more than I have ever wanted anyone."
I-I need something to write. Where is my phone?
I open my bag to find it but as usual I don't see this stupid phone.
I feel something against my hand as I reach for my phone, resembling a book. I take it out then and a smile appears on my face when I see the notebook Quinn gave me.
Of course. Perfect timing, I tell myself, laughing.
I turn my head and see a small coffee shop. I then go inside and sit directly at a table.
I need a pen.
I then catch the attention of a waiter and he approaches me. Seeing me, I noticed that he recognized me judging by the fact that his jaw was touching the ground.
I then ask him for a pen, and he gives it to me without saying anything and without stopping staring at me. I'm pretty sure I saw some drool around the corner of his mouth but that's okay. All I want is the pen.
I open the notebook directly and without realizing it, the words come out of my mind at an impressive speed.
Such good friends, it has to end it always does
That's the way life is
Do we take that risk?
And so it all boils down to this
We've got our aim but we might miss
We are too fragile just to guess
And I've been in this place before
Fine as we are but we want more
That's human nature at its best
What if we ruin it all, and we love like fools?
And all we have we lose?
And I don't want you to go but I want you so
So tell me what we choose
Friends, I watched us as we changed
The feelings in my headspace rearranged
I want you more than I've wanted anyone
Isn't that dangerous?
The anticipation before the kiss
Mirrored in my shaking lips
Oh god I feel so unprepared
The two of us so out of place
My feelings written on my face
Got what I want but now I'm scared
What if we ruin it all, and we love like fools?
And all we have we lose?
And I don't want you to go but I want you so
So tell me what
Tell me what we choose
What we choose
What we choose
What if we ruin it all, and we love like fools?
And all we have we lose?
And I don't want you to go but I want you so
So tell me what
Tell me what
Tell me what we choose
After ten minutes or so, I raise my head.
Wow.
Quinn, I think you've become my muse. I haven't managed to write a line for months. And Quinn managed to give me a feeling strong enough to inspire me.
I have to go home and do the music right now.
Once in my penthouse, I drop my bag, I don't care where, and go to my studio.
And there, in a few minutes, a melody comes to mind all by itself. I go straight to it and at the end of the day, a huge smile appears on my face when I realize that I have finished my song.
My first song about Quinn. And I think it won't be the last one about this pretty blonde.
Writing this music made me realize that I can't just sit around and wait for Quinn's friendship. Her friendship is fantastic, don't get me wrong. But I need more.
I need to be able to hug Quinn, kiss her, tell her that I love her whenever I want and call her my girlfriend.
I need her. I need more.
Santana. It's time to conquer the pretty blonde who entered your life a short time ago.
I then run to my bag and finally find my phone. I look in my contact list and when I find Quinn's number, I dial it immediately. After only two rings.
"Hello?"
I take a deep breath. Here we go. "I-"
Hey guys! That's it for this chapter. Like always, I hope you liked it.
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(The song was "Fools" by Lauren Aquilina)