Chapter 2: Saturday

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Santana begrudgingly answers the phone.

"Ms. Sanchez, this is your 8 am wake up call."

"Fuck off," she says as she hangs up.

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"Ms. Sanchez, this is your 8:30 wake up call."

"I told you to fuck off!"

buzz-buzz-buzz

"Ummm, Santana? This is Quinn. It's 9 am. We are leaving with or without you at 9:30. I hope you decide to join us. It's a great day for an adventure."

"What? Quinn? Oh shit. I'll be ready to go- maybe at 9:45?"

"Ok, Mademoiselle. 9:45 sharp."

"Uggh. It's days like today I need Tina to get my shit together," Santana thinks to herself.

After washing up and throwing all her crap in her one luggage, she meets the group for breakfast at 9:30. Should she eat healthy? Santana picks up a yogurt, fruit and a croissant. Perfect. Now, if she could only sit next to Quinn. That would really be perfect.

"Bruh, stop hitting on her," Santana says aloud, directed to Finn Hudson, 2nd rate quarterback.

Quinn blushes as Finn starts to defend himself.

"I was NOT flirting with Quinn, Santana."

"Sure, Frankenteen. I know flirting when I see it. Quit it. I need to keep my breakfast down."

This caused Quinn to laugh as she looked at her watch.

"Ok, gang! It's time to head to the mountains. Au revoir, Montreal!"

The group heads outside and Santana is surprised to discovered that Quinn is not only the tour guide but the driver as well. She really wants to sit up front with her so, she just does it before Finn can.

"Santana, I think you'll be more comfortable in the back with the others."

"Oh, I think I'll have more fun up her with you, Quinn. Leave them back there."

"If you say so…"

Finn pouts before he realizes he will be sitting surrounded by three gorgeous single ladies. They all shoot Santana annoyed looks. Santana just laughs and focuses her attention back to Quinn.

"Everyone buckled up? Let's go on an adventure!"

As they drive out of Montreal, Quinn flips on the radio, saying to Santana,

"As co-pilot, you have control of the music. Choose wisely."

As if by karma, Santana's latest single plays.

Santana is blushing, even Quinn can see it.

"Why aren't you singing along? Quinn asks her."

"Oh, it just. I wrote for Britt… for my ex-girlfriend…"

With that, Quinn prompt pops in some TSwiftie

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She gives Santana a sympathetic look and instictively takes a hold of her hand.

Santana feels the sparks.

She hopes that Quinn can feel them too.

An hour into the drive, the group in the back is passed out. Frankenteen in snoring with drool coming out of his mouth. Gross.

Santana is getting to know Quinn.

"I teach high school English in Old Montreal, where we will be going Monday. I love my kids."

"That sounds like a very rewarding job. You know, if I wasn't doing what I was doing, I was thinking of being a writer. I write all my own lyrics."

"I know. I'm geeking out. I'm a huge fan… Sorry," Quinn says, as she blushes for the umpteenth time.

"Tonight, back at the hotel, I'll sing just for you, okay?"

"It's a date, Santana. I'm going to hold you to it," Quinn says excitedly.

Santana takes Quinn's hand and places a kiss on the back of her hand, to seal the deal.

"I promise."

The sun is high in the sky when they arrive at Tyroparc, an outdoor activity park, located in Ste Agathe-des-Monts. Santana can feel her heart start to race. She has had the fear of heights for as long as she can remember.

After a couple of group photos in gear, their guide, Guillaume, starts out to the trail. Quinn can tell Santana is nervous. Santana see her talk to some of the other guides.

Soon, she is at her side.

"Hey."

Santana can barely muster a smile. She is about to run. Run away from the mountain instead of towards it.

"I have an idea," Quinn says. "Do you trust me?" she asks Santana, as she puts her hand out for Santana to take a-la-Aladdin-magic-carpet-ride-style.

"Yes," Santana says. She knows she will go wherever Quinn will lead her.

The head out a back entrance where there is Bobcat waiting for them.

"This is Kristoff. He is going to take us up the mountain. I think this is better for you then hiking up. Let's get inside."

Santana gingerly slides into the Bobcat and Quinn sidles up next to her. Kristoff looks to Quinn for the signal. Quinn takes Santana's hands and puts them on the bar in front of her.

"Now, hold on, okay? It gets bumpy."

"There no seat….BELTS!" Santana yelps as the Bobcat lurches forward and gets going.

After what Santana would call "The Raiders of The Lost Ark Disneyland Ride times a million" they make it to the 1st zip line with plenty of time before the others catch up.

"How are you doing? Was I right to hitch us a ride up the mountain? I thought you could use the time without the group to center and prepare yourself."

Santana breathes a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Quinn."

Santana takes a chance.

A real chance.

And kisses Quinn.

A quick peck on the lips and pulls away.

Before she can get far, Quinn pulls her back in for more.

"I've been wanting to do that since you said "Good night" last night," Quinn admits.

"I've been wanting to do that since we first met," Santana says in return.

Of course, Quinn blushes.

Just then, Santana sees Finn up in the lead group with Guillaume. Julia, Mercedes, and Allison are not far behind.

Quinn, again, offers Santana her hand and she gladly takes it.

This does not go unnoticed by the group, as Julia and Alison smile at the pair of them. Finn looks pissed. By the end of the car ride, he realizes he is on a trip with 1 lesbian, 2 single ladies that might also be more interested in each other then him, and a diva who could could care less about him. So much for hooking up.

Guillaume asks to talk to Quinn, so Santana goes back to the group.

"What's going on there, huh?" Finn asks immediately.

"None of your business, benchwarmer."

"I think it's sweet," Julia remarks, as Alison nods.

Finn just huffs under his breath and sulks aways.

"He's just pissed he won't get any from this group." Mercedes says as she looks from Santana, then to Alison and Julia. "He certainly ain't getting a piece of this. He can't handle me."

"Oh, believe I am not even remotely interested," Alison says, as she looks right at Julia.

Julia blushes as she says, "He's definitely NOT my type."

Santana quirks her perfectly sculpted eyebrow as Julia winks at her. Ahhh, a sister in her midst.

Just then, Guilluame and his assistant Mireille call them over to the platform.

"Ok ladies… and gentleman. Ready to rock and roll?"

He goes over the motions of what to do and Santana feels a panic attack coming on. Her palms start to get sweaty and she can hear her heartbeat thump loudly in her ears. She can barely catch her breath. She feels a steady hand on the small of her back.

"Santana, are you okay?" Quinn whispers in her ear.

Desires spikes thru her panic.

"I'm having a panic attack."

Quinn takes Santana inside the teepee that's off the side of the platform. They sit on the log bench together as Quinn holds her hands.

"Breathe with me, Santana. 1-2-3. Slow it down. Come on. You don't have to do this."

"Yes, huff, Quinn, huff, huff, I do."

"Why?"

"I, huff, have to, huff, huff, get over, huff this fear."

"I'll zipline with you. We can do a tandem."

"Really? huff, huff"

"Yes."

"I'll tell Guilluame. We'll let them go first so you can take your time…"

"No, let's go first. Before I lose my nerve. Let's go now."

Santana grabs Quinn by the hand and marches out of the teepee, a woman on a mission.

Quinn tells him and the group of Santana's request. No one objects.

Soon enough, Quinn and Santana are strapped in and ready to go.

Guillaume asks, "Ok, Santana. I'm going to count to three ok?"

Santana can't even talks. She can manage a nod as she reaches behind her to grab Quinn's hand.

Guilluame starts counting: "Un… deux…trois…. GO!

Quinn squeezes Santana's hand saying, "I got you. You got this. Be in the moment."

Santana squeezezsback and feels it.

Feels the wind in her face.

Feels the wind hitting her whole body.

Feels Quinn's body pressed against her.

She leans into her.

"Santana, open your eyes. Trust me."

Santana follows Quinn's command and does as she's told. She gasps in pure amazement. She is flying thru the sky like a bird. Like a fucking bird. She can't look down- just straight ahead.

Soon, she is bending her knees to brace for her entrance into the next platform. Bryce, the guide at this checkpoint, catches them.

"You did it, San! I'm so proud of you!"

Quinn hugs Santana so hard it takes her breath away.

They do the next two ziplines together but Santana does the last one on her own.

She wanted to. She needed to.

Santana was proud of herself too.

She conquered her fear fo heights.

Now, it was time to celebrate.

Quinn drove back to Le St. Martin, holding Santana's hand over the console the whole time. They didn't speak much. Santana was still on an adrenaline high.

She did want to ask Quinn something though.

"Quinn, would you like to join me for dinner?"

"Santana, I would love to."