I'm nice (or maybe not, you'll understand why by reading the chapter) so I'm posting a new part sooner AND longer than usual!

But I ask for your attention!

I have hidden a lot of small details in the text that will give you clues on the interpretation of it. So open your eyes wide and watch out!

I say no more. Have a good time, and I'll find you at the end of the chapter if you haven't killed me before. Kiss!

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-"

¤Santana¤

"I'm sorry!"

"Santana? Why are you sorry?" Quinn said in a tone of incomprehension.

"I-I didn't really have a meeting with my manager."

"Oh." Quinn said surprised.

"I lied to you because I was scared. I was afraid of something that I felt." Come on Santana. It's time. Go ahead. "I-I-I." Gosh. What's going on. Get yourself together girl.

"Santana? Are you okay?" Santana heard a concerned Quinn on the other side of the phone. "If you want we c-"

"I LIKE YOU!" Wow. Way to go. Santana, you are officially pathetic.

Quinn chuckled. "I like you to."

"No. I mean, I like you."

There is a pause. "I do not think I understand." Said the blonde confused.

Ughhhhhhhh! Why is this so hard?! Where is the determined Santana that I was a minute ago?

"What I want to say is: I LIKE you." I facepalm myself. You already told that dumbass.

"Santana, what is happening?"

"Ok. I just need a minute." Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. And now tell her before sounding even more crazy that you already have. "What I want to say is, I like you like you. Or like like you if you prefer." I cringe. That's not really better. "Or, I like you as in more than a friend." That's a bit better.

There is another pause. "Please, say something." If my stress wasn't already at its peak, it probably is now.

"What you mean, if I understand correctly, is that you have feelings for me other than friendship." Quinn asked/said.

"I-yeah. Yes, I would even say romantic feelings. But basically, that's it. Yeah.» I nod.

"Santana..." That's it, this is the moment where she rejects me, and I ruined everything. "I think I like you a little more than friend too." Hold on. What?

"Wait a minute. If I understand correctly, my feelings for you are mutual."

"Well, what you have told me so far is a mixture of 'I like you like you like like you' so I tried to understand. But if you really told me that you kind of have romantic feelings that friends do not have between each other, yes I kind of too." Quinn chuckled.

I can't believe it. I can't believe it. I can't believe it. I am in a dream. It's not possible. I am still misunderstanding. "So, you like me?" What? I just had to make sure again.

"Yes Santana! I like you." Quinn laughed. Okay, now, I'm sure.

"Okay cool, hang on a minute." I push the phone away from my face. YES! I screamed at the top of my lungs. And judging by the fact that Quinn is laughing, I may not have moved the phone far enough. Or I screamed too loud. Also possible. "Go on a date with me."

"What?"

It's been too long since I have been in a relationship. Okay Santana, we are going to work again on your softness and on how you ask for things because there it looked more like an order.

"I mean, it's Wednesday, do you wanna go on a date? With me? Friday?" Better, but we are not quite there.

"Yes of course I want to. What will we do?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I have a restaurant that I really like with a private room. I'll send you the address and we'll meet up there."

"I cannot wait." Quinn said with an excited voice which make me smile.

"Perfect then."

"By the way, Tana?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

"For what?" I asked confused.

"For everything."

We both say goodbye before hanging up.

Santana, you are so lucky to have managed to get a date with this girl while looking like a complete moron.

I take my phone directly and send a message to my manager asking him to reserve a table at my favorite restaurant.

Wow. It was a very emotional day. Something I would never admit to having done, I begin to hop happily to my bed, letting out little cries of excitement.

I collapse on my bed and look at my ceiling. I take the first pillow that comes to hand and place it on my stomach. I cannot believe it.

She likes me. She likes me. She likes me. She likes me.

Okay, so if I do a summary of my day, it was an extremely good (and tiring) day. At first, I was sulking (same, I would never admit it), but afterwards I had a phone call from Q which brightened my day. Then I was very afraid for her. Then I was almost heartbroken. I wrote a new song and finally I managed to get a date with my pretty blonde. Yeah. Good day.

That evening, like many since I met my writer, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

The next morning my wake-up call was a little less satisfying. I woke up with a start when I heard someone in my apartment screaming my name.

Even with my brain still asleep, judging by the fact that the scream was very high-pitched I would say it's Kurt. I see the person arrived in my room and I laugh to myself. I am too good at this game.

"Santana, we need to talk."

Unnnnnh. I groaned and took my pillow to put it over my head to try to blot out his voice.

Suddenly, I feel my quilt being taken off. "Hey!"

"Wake up! We need to talk. I want to see you in your living room in two minutes."

Two minutes later, like promised, I arrive in my living room in panties and a t-shirt and see my best friend, legs and arms crossed and eyebrow raised, stamping his feet in annoyance. Uh oh. That doesn't look good.

I collapse on my couch, head first and my right arm dangling in the air. "Can I find out why do I owe the pleasure of you coming so early in the morning?"

"Santana, it's eleven o'clock."

Already? "It doesn't excuse the lack of sweetness."

"I was just wondering how the hell my best friend had a date and I didn't even know about it."

"But how do you-Will. But what a snitch. I just ask him to book a table at a restaurant and he tells everyone. Wait. He didn't tell everyone did he?"

"Just to me. He was hoping I knew who was your date but no I didn't know since my best friend didn't tell me anything."

Good. I don't want anyone to know. I mean, I am not ashamed of Quinn but I know how the press can be and I want to keep her for me. "It's brand new. I didn't have time to tell you."

"So, tell me a name so Will will stop hoping it's Brittany." I roll my eyes. Ew no.

"It's Quinn."

I hear him sigh. "Santana…"

"I know what you will say. But trust me, she is one hundred percent sincere and one hundred percent worth it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I am completely sure. She didn't even know my name before meeting me."

Kurt seems surprised at this information. I can understand him. I say it with all humility, but my name is everywhere. "Really? But does she live in a cave?"

I'm laughing a little because it's true that it's rare. "No, but she does not have any social network, she is part of this rare species who still reads. She is passionate about a lot of things, she is extremely cultivated but she is not too interested in celebrities, reality show or gossip. She's old school you could say. And she's- " I stop when I turn my head and I see my best friend's smile and I realize I'm doing a monologue.

"Okay, okay you have my attention. Tell me a little more about this girl who charmed my badass of a best friend who seem now smitten."

I want to ague with him with what he just said but I don't because I know he is totally right.

"She came out of Yale in Letter Studies being the best of her class and did a thesis on something too complicated for me to tell you. She is currently writing a book that looks pretty good. I even want to read it wich is amazing when you know that I don't like to read. She's a little bit younger than me by a few years. Her voice is super sweet yet raspy and it's super sexy. She's blonde and fit. About the same height as I. She loves old music. Oh, and she's blind. "

"WHAT?! You tell that like it's not the most important thing." Said Kurt flabbergasted.

I frowned. "Because it is not. She doesn't like to be defined as just a blind person."

"Okay. You. Are. Completely. Whipped." Said Kurt stunned.

"Yeah. I kind of really like her. With her, I feel like I just have to be myself. That I don't have to pretend or make an effort. And it's really nice because since I got known I have the impression that everyone is interested." Santana lowers her head and blushes a little.

"I haven't met her yet and I hope I will get the chance someday but hearing what you told me I feel like she's good for you."

"Thank you." It really touches me that my best friend approves of this possible new relationship with someone I really care about. I haven't really had a new relationship since the one with Brittany who used me and broke me. So, this is the first time I've taken enough risk to have a date. I am very, very, VERY stressed but I feel like she is worth it and that everything will be alright.

"Oh. And also, she inspired me with a new song. I finished it." I tell Kurt with a big smile.

He looks at me for a few seconds, without saying anything, his mouth open. "Am I dreaming, or did you just say that your girlfriend inspired you a song?"

I beamed hearing him say the term 'girlfriend'. That sounds good. Really good. "No you're not dreaming."

"I like her already!" Kurt squealed standing and throwing himself at me to hug me. "Oh my god! Santana this is so good! I am so happy for you!"

"Calm down. Right now, my date is tomorrow and then I'll tell you how it went. Now that you're here do you want some coffee?"

"Will, the next time I ask you something I wish you didn't rush to tell someone."

"But at least tell me who it is."

"So you can tell absolutely every media? No, I don't think so. I don't see the point, for now I want to preserve her and keep my privacy for myself. Did you send the song to the studio?" I change the subject.

"Yes, they love it. I'm glad you managed to write a new song. Now you just have to keep going."

"Yeah whatever. I have to leave you. See you later." And after that I hang up. This manager annoys me more and more every day, that's why I try to limit my interactions with him as much as possible.

I walk into my former favorite store (it hasn't been since I discovered a certain store run by a pretty blonde), Dior, and say hello to my usual salesclerk.

"Hello Miss Lopez. If you will follow me." I smile at her and follow her. She takes me to a small private room in another part of the store which is reserved for 'important' people.

"What do you want today?"

"I'm looking for a dress and some new shoes."

"Perfect. Is this for a specific occasion?"

"Yes indeed. It would be for a date." I can tell it to this girl because I have known her for a long time, I trust her to say nothing… and in addition she has a contract with a confidentiality clause.

After buying a pretty long dress, quite simple, and matching heels, I decide to go see my pretty blonde.

"Hey pretty girl." I said after entering the store that has become so welcoming.

I immediately see Quinn blushing and I smile. It's impressive that she has such a hard time accepting compliments.

"Hi Tana. How have you been since yesterday?"

"Extremely good knowing that I managed to get a date with a girl that I like very much." Her cheeks turn even more scarlet.

"She must be lucky." She said with a small smile.

"Oh no. I would say I'm the luckiest." I flirted. "About that. Are you still sure?" I asked with a little concern in my voice telling myself that she might have changed her mind.

"Absolutely. Everything I told you yesterday was true. How about you?"

"Are you kidding me? I'm the happiest right now. And, I just bought my dress for tomorrow."

"Oh yeah? What does she look like?" Quinn asked curiously.

"I'll tell you tomorrow. And what will you wear?"

"I do not know yet to be honest."

"Don't worry, I'm sure you will be beautiful no matter what." And here is the blush again I noted with pleasure. "I can't stay long I still have a present to buy for my date."

"Oh no Tana. It really is not necessary." Quinn said quickly, looking up at me with furrowed brows.

"It's not necessary but I want to." I walk around the desk and give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm texting you tonight to tell you what time I'm coming to pick you up tomorrow." I bend down to pat Romeo on the head and walk out of the bookstore.

Okay. Now I have to find her a present. Usually, I ask someone from my team to do it for me, but Quinn is special. I want to give her something that I have chosen and above all, something personal.

Now, the most complicated is to find something.

I walk in the street looking at the shops without seeing anything that I like when all of a sudden, I find a small shop selling jewelry. But the most important is that I see a small bracelet that I immediately associate with Quinn. She already told me that she was Catholic. And there I see a little silver bracelet with a simple but distinguished little cross.

I move closer and touch the object with my fingertips when an old man comes near me.

"It's a silver bracelet with an Italian cross. The way of knotting the metal signifies purity and love."

I feel like I'm hypnotized by this bracelet. It fits Quinn so much. I look up at the man. "I'll take it."

He seems surprised. "You don't ask me how much it costs."

After a smile, I tell him. "The price doesn't matter." I would have put any price for Quinn to be honest.

Once the bracelet is purchased, I go home.

It's only later when I'm in bed that I pick up my phone to send a message to Quinn.

I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7 o'clock. Cannot wait to see you. S

Two minutes later I receive a message.

I cannot wait to see you too. Good night Tana. Q

Good night to you too, Quinn. S

When I wake up, I feel weird. I have a pretty strange feeling, but I don't know what it is. Maybe it's the stress for tonight.

I get up and as usual, the first thing I do is go to the kitchen to get me some coffee. After my first coffee, I take my second. What? I am a coffee addict. So what?

I was about to go to my bedroom again when I heard the sound of voices in my living room. "Kurt?" I am calling but I do not receive an answer.

I walk until I arrive in my living room. What the- oh. Did I forgot to turn off the TV yesterday? I shrug my shoulders. It wouldn't be the first time. I retrieve the remote control and turn off the credits of Inception which must have been looping all night long.

After that, I go back to my room and start getting ready for the day. Time flies so quickly that without realizing it, it's already time to get ready for my date.

¤Quinn¤

I get out of my bathroom after taking my shower and head to my walk-in closet to try to find something to wear.

As usual, Romeo follows me everywhere. Once I am there, I hear my dog lying on his dog bed (he has one in every room of the apartment).

I fumble on a small cabinet in the corner of the room and find my color sensor. It is a device that looks a bit like a thermometer that detects colors when you put the point on some clothing. It is very practical and even though I do not know what the colors look like, at least I know which ones do not go together and especially which ones are not appropriate. Imagine arriving at a funeral in a pink dress, that is not right.

I take my first dress and put it on. I hear my device say pastel green. No. I then do this on several other items of clothing before I narrowed my choice down to two. I know Santana likes red a lot and I would like to please her, so I took a red dress and a plain black one. But if she likes red, she is likely to wear a red dress and that would look weird. So, I decide to take the black and turn to Romeo. I put the dress in front of me and ask. "You like?" He barks once so I take that for a yes.

I walk slowly into my house to finally put the dress on my bed. I am all excited. I cannot even believe it. I started to feel things for Santana from the second day we spoke. But I did not think my feelings were mutual. I was already happy enough to have my first friend I did not want to ruin everything. But when she told me she liked me, I was in heaven.

You see Quinn, maybe you will not end up alone in the end. Maybe you will get into a relationship with the person you love, and you will have the happy ending you have always wanted. You see you are like the others. You are no different, nor weird, and you deserve someone's love. Santana is living proof!

¤Santana¤

Just as I finish putting on my new dress, I hear someone ring the bell. I then go to the door and then see Mercedes and Tina enter with two other people.

"What are you doing here?"

"Don't you remember? We said a long time ago that we were going to have a few drinks." Mercedes told me. I absolutely do not remember that it's strange.

Seeing my face, Mercedes must have understood that I had no memory of this because she said her famous: "Oh hell to the no!"

"I'm sorry girls I can't have something planned tonight. Plus, whom are you two?"

"They are friends of mine from the studio. But Santana, come on please. I moved a lot of things to book this evening." I watch the little pouts that make Tina and Mercedes.

I sighed. "Guess a few drinks won't hurt. But quick then!"

"Yeah!" Cried Tina, raising her arms. She goes to my kitchen to with off a bottle of tequila and a bottle of vodka. Where do they come from? I hadn't even seen that she had it in her hands.

¤Quinn¤

Once I was dressed, I put on very light makeup and put on my perfume.

I feed my dog and pet him for a few minutes before going to find the shoes I want. From the way I walk, you can tell that I cannot wait to see Santana again. I then prepare my bag with a vest. I pick up my phone, say goodbye to Romeo and head for the restaurant.

¤Santana¤

Wow. I'm definitely tipsy. Maybe it's time I go to join Quinn.

"I'm sorry girls but I have to go." I can hear them all go crazy.

"Come on Santana. We miss you! We miss the old Santana." Mercedes said.

"Yes! Where is the girl dancing on the tables and singing."

"Please stay a little longer." I sigh before taking the shot handed to me by one of the strangers. When I drink it and I take a new one.

But what am I doing?

¤Quinn¤

I feel like I am in a dream. When I get to the restaurant door someone opens it for me. Inside there is a very calm and pleasant atmosphere. And the manager takes me directly to a table that Santana has reserved. She is still not there but I arrived a little early, so I do not worry.

I am going to have a great evening with Santana. I have always dreamed of this moment and today it will come true.

¤Santana¤

Okay. There now I am much more than just tipsy. And I have the impression that a lot of people have arrived in addition.

"So, Santana. I heard you have a new prey." Mercedes said.

"What are you talking about?"

"Apparently you have a new blonde in your life named Quinn." Teased Tina.

How can they know about that? Kurt swore to me not to tell anyone.

All of a sudden, I had a strange and very unpleasant feeling hearing a voice that I hadn't heard for a very long time. "Let's be honest, I'm the only blonde in Sanny's life."

"Brittany ?!" I say more than astonished.

"Did you miss me?" She smirked.

I had my mouth open in a way that was probably very unattractive. I then turned and took another shot of tequila. What the fuck is going on here? I do not understand anything anymore.

¤Quinn¤

"Do you want to drink something ma'am?" A waitress asks me.

"No thank you, I am expecting someone." I replied, turning my head in her direction.

I have been waiting for Santana in the restaurant for 30 minutes now, but I know she has a habit of being late.

So, it is not a big deal. I still cannot wait to see her. It is funny because I miss her when I saw her yesterday.

¤Santana¤

I cannot believe it. What is she doing here? In my apartment. I look around and see lots of people that I don't even know. How a drink with five people turned into a big party at my house.

Anyway, with the amount of alcohol in my blood, I don't try to figure it out anymore. Suddenly, I feel hands resting on my hips and Brittany's voice from behind whisper into my ear, "I missed you, you know." I close my eyes and then sigh when I feel her lips settle on my neck. It's not supposed to make me happy, usually I would have pushed her away, but strangely at this point, with the alcohol and the party atmosphere, it's quite pleasant.

I feel her lips kissing my neck several times then my shoulders. I start to turn my head to give her more room and let myself go against her. What am I doing?

She continues like this for a few more seconds and then she turns me so that I am facing her. I can't even see clearly anymore. I drank way too much. That's why when she comes closer to me and puts her lips on mine, I respond to her kiss. I lose myself in it and put my arms around the blonde's neck. My hands are tangled in her hair, but it's not as beautiful or as soft as Quinn's.

Quinn.

What is happening? Move Santana. Do something. But I feel like my body is no longer controlled by my brain and I keep kissing my ex. The problem is that I don't realize that people filmed the scene and are posting it on social media.

¤Quinn¤

I begin to fidget in my seat. I have been waiting for almost two hours now. It is no longer her being a little late, she may have had a problem. So, I grab my phone and send a message asking if she is okay and where she is.

After a few minutes with no answers, I try to call her, but she does not answer. I am really starting to worry for her.

The waitress then comes back to see me. "Are you sure you don't want to order anything?" I can tell in her voice that she thinks the person I am expecting isn't coming. But I know Santana is coming. I trust her. She must have had a problem, or she would never have done this to me.

"Yes, I am sure. She will come in a little bit, I am sure." I feel her gaze with a little pity. Of course, I can't see it but I can feel it which makes me even more uncomfortable. But I trust her.

Mercedes sees Santana's phone ringing with Quinn's name on it. She then looks at Brittany next to her and shows it to her. The tall blonde looks at her then and with a big smile says: "I have an idea."

¤Quinn¤

I have been here on my own for a little over three hours now. The waitress came back plenty of times and I ended up asking for a glass of water, but I do feel the pity she has for me every time.

At that moment I hear the door of the restaurant open, and I tell myself that it may be Santana. I am all excited and regain my confidence when I hear that it is actually a man who has entered.

She must have had a problem. She could not have forgotten me, would she?

¤Santana¤

I think I am now more drunk than I have ever been. The girls just make me drink over and over again and Brittany hasn't let go of me. She is glued to me all the time and I think the alcohol plus the fact that I'm feeling lonely together makes me appreciate the little things she does to me.

I then hear Brittany ask me a question. "So, Santana, who is this Quinn?" She asked, stroking my hair while having her hand on my thigh.

"Nobody."

"Really? Yet you seemed to like her." I do not answer but then she stops her movements.

"Less than you." I say for her to start again.

"I don't feel like it though." She lifts her hand higher and higher, and I begin to lose myself in all the sensations. Except that once again she stops, and I whine.

"No. I was staying with her because I felt sorry for her. She didn't have any friend, so she was my charity in a way." I say so that Brittany continues.

She kisses me on the neck and part of me is screaming for me to stop saying this when I don't mean it. Part of me is screaming for me to stop Brittany and push her back but I feel like I'm stuck in my own body. It's a nightmare.

¤Quinn¤

It is with tears in my eyes after four hours that I conclude that she is not going to come.

At the beginning I was worried and so I have called her lots of times. But now I can no longer find excuses for her. She just did not come. So, I leave the restaurant and go home.

When I open the door, I directly hear Romeo coming towards me excitedly. Crying I tell him: "She did not come." He then starts to whine, and I sit on the floor for him to come and cry hugging him tightly.

After a few minutes and after changing, I decide to get on the sofa and turn on the TV to have a little noise to ease my mind a bit. Except that the first channel I come across is a gossip channel and I directly hear Santana's name. I frown when I hear the man on TV announce that a video is currently everywhere where we see Santana kissing her ex at a party at her house.

I cannot believe it. It is not possible. She would not have done that. It must be wrong. I feel the tears coming again.

I then hear my phone warning me that I received a message from Santana, and I rush to open it thinking that it is a message where she tells me that all this is false and that she had a problem. Except it is a video.

I then decide to open it and I hear distinctly say: "No. I was staying with her because I felt sorry for her. She didn't have any friend, so she was my charity in a way."

Currently, it is the end. I refrain as much as possible from not crying, but I cannot. I then feel the worst pain I have ever experienced, and I fell apart.

¤Santana¤

When I wake up, I have the worst headache. I look at my phone and see hundreds of messages and calls. Oh no, then look around and realize what happened. That's when I see the video of me kissing Brittany but especially the video Quinn received.

Oh my God. Quinn.

I then take my things and I go as quickly as possible to my favorite blonde. I knock on her door nonstop before she opens it to me. I see her then, dark circles under her eyes and signs that show that she has been crying.

"Quinn I'm so sorry I-" She cuts me off, raising her hand as a sign that I'm shut up.

"I have been humiliated many times in my life. More times than I can count. But this time. This time it was worse than I have ever experienced." She whispered. "Do you know what it feels like not to see the pity people have in their eyes but to actually feel it pierce your skin? No. I guess you do not. But I do. I felt it every time the waitress asked me if I was really sure I did not want to order anything. If I was sure that I wanted to wait more. If I were sure the person I was expecting would come." She begins to cry.

I want to say so much, but I just seem stuck.

"I waited 4 hours in this restaurant all alone sitting at this table waiting for you when you were never going to come. The first hour I told myself that you were a little late. The second I started to worry about you. The third I was sure you had a problem. That is why I called you several times. Then I was just resigned. If you did not want to come, you should have sent me a message. And I would have understood. What happened between us is pretty quick. I would have understood that you wanted more time."

But I don't want more time. I want you. Why can't I say it?

"But what you did. What you did was not the Santana that I know. Or maybe I actually do not even know you."

I wanted to tell her that she knows me. But my body does not listen to me. I am crying right now. This is the worst thing ever. Knowing that I hurt her is unbearable.

"I returned home devastated, and I cried over my dog for what felt like hours. So, I wanted to turn on the TV to have some background noise so as not to find myself alone with my thoughts.

And that is when I heard it. That is when I heard you were at a party kissing a girl. And then, the worst thing I could have imagined happened. I received your little video."

Do something. Come on Santana. Do something!

"I am fed up with people who think I am a game. I am fed up with people thinking that they can use me and then leave. Like everyone else, I have a heart and it is getting fed up with being trampled on. I thought you were different. But I guess you are not. Were you at least sincere about what you told me? Or was I just a game for you?"

Again, I wanted to scream to her that I am different and that she is not a game. That she is everything. That every second with her was true. But my mouth doesn't fucking move.

"Poor little friendless Quinn. 'She's going to be my charity of the month.' And then you got bored of me. If you did not want us to be friends anymore you could have said it. Rather than let me hope that I had a chance with you. That I was lucky to have you in my life because now I will not end up alone.

These months spent with you were amazing. The best months of my life."

Me too baby! Me too! Come on! Do something Santana!

"For once, for once, I had found faith in life. Faith in the fact that I was like everyone else and that I could have friends or people who are interested in me because I was worth it."

But you are not like everyone else. You're better and you're so worth it. Why don't I say it?!

"I thought you were my friend and it made me so happy because I thought I did not deserve you. You were kind, caring, funny and charming and apparently also particularly good at acting. In fact, maybe you should not have been a singer. Maybe you should have become an actress. Because believe me you are extraordinarily talented. I fell for the trap.

Now, if you have at least a little bit of respect for me and for what I feel, I am going to ask you to step out of my life and you will do it."

But I don't want to.

"I never meant to hurt you." Is the only thing that I can say.

"That does not really matter Santana. Because in the end it hurts just the same. Now, please, never speak to me again."

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That's when I wake up with a start. Huuuuuuuuuhhhhhh. Worst nightmare ever. I thought, burrowing myself under my blankets and pillows.

Don't kill me?

I don't know if you found the clues. From the moment Santana gets up to go have a coffee, she is in her dream. I have often used terms like "dream" or "nightmare", I spoke about the film Inception about dreams (I don't know if you know it), I often state the fact that Santana does not manage to do what she wanted and also I put some little inconsistencies like the fact that Santana told Quinn that she would come to get her but Quinn goes to the restaurant on her.

It's a little different and longer than usual but I hope you enjoyed it anyway. And I'll meet you next time for Quinn and Santana's real date!

Take care of yourself!

Love