Chapter 3: Saturday Night
Quinn flits about her hotel room. She was not anticipating she would be meeting anyone on this Flash Pack, let alone international super star Santana Lopez. And that SHE would take and interest in HER! "Well, now then, Quinn, get it together," she said to herself. A quick glance at the clock. Shit. She was meeting Santana at eight o'clock at the lobby. It was already seven fifteen. She needs to shower pronto. She still smelled like the mountains.
Santana, on the other hand, was giddy like a schoolgirl, as she was applying simple makeup. She didn't want to go all glam tonight. Her outfit was simple too, at least by her standards. Skinny jeans to accentuate her curves, a nice black lacy top, and her killer heels. Yup. Simple, alright.
She couldn't believe her luck. She came here with a broken heart, with Britt on her mind. Right now, she was like, Brittany, who? Quinn, now she was magic. Absolutely pure magic. She couldn't have made it through today without her. Time to show her her gratitude Santana arranged for car service to pick them up at 8:15 to whisk them away to a nice but not too fancy restaurant that the concierge recommended. She even had them deliver a bouquet of flowers that would be waiting for Quinn in her room upon her arrival back to her room after dinner. Santana was on full romance mode. She was determined to wine and dine Quinn tonight. She remembered that she promised Quinn a performance of whatever song she chose after dinner. She was hoping it was a ballad. It would be a great way to end the night. Enough about the end of the night… their night was just beginning…
"But, Santana, you are talking about THE Kelly Clarkson!"
Their dinner plates had just been cleared and they were awaiting the dessert menus. Dinner had gone swimmingly well thus far. Conversation flowed easily between the mega-watt superstar and teacher/tour guide.
"And Quinn, I am telling you, she is one of the coolest people in the industry. Like a hometown girl. Like if you needed a tampon you could ask her for one, no joke. Inside info, we are working on something for her upcoming album. She is a riot. What you see is what you get with her. She is a humble person. Just a great human being, that Kelly."
"Wow, Santana. Your life. The people you hang out with… I'm just a… I'm a teacher who gives tours of her hometown on the side."
"Quinn, I'm just a girl. Sitting across from a beautiful girl. A girl I want to know more about. Forget about who I am. Or what I do. At heart, I am just me. And I feel like you can see that- you can see the real me. You can see past the dog and pony show of Hollywood."
"Yes, I see past that, Santana. I see you," Quinn says, as she reaches for Santana's hand across the table.
They get 2 different desserts: creme brulee and chocolate mousse.
"You know they say that if share dessert on the first date, you are more likely to get a second date," Santana says.
"I'd say that your chances of a second date are pretty high, Miss Lopez. But we should be getting back. We have an early start time tomorrow."
"But I don't want tonight to end…"
"Honestly, I don't either."
"Join me in my room?"
Quinn blushes.
"Oh no, I mean, well," Santana stammers, "You can get in your jammies and we could Netflix?"
"That sounds perfect, Santana."
"Plus, I do believe, I owe you a performance."
"Yes, you do!"
30 minutes later, Quinn is back in her hotel room and she greeted by the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers. The note is simple:
Quinn- Thank you for today. You made the impossible happen. I will forever be indebted to you. xo- Santana
Quinn falls back onto her bed. She cannot describe how she feels: too many are emotions coursing through her. Shock is the biggest one. How is this happening to her? Maybe she shouldn't go to Santana's room. It's too much temptation. She had rules. She never broke her rules. And her number one rule: no hanky panky with her Flash Pack clients, at least while the tour was ongoing. Once it was over, fine. But Santana was testing her limits and willpower. That kiss was spellbinding. Quinn wanted her. She needed it and she knew that Santana wanted more. Fuck, she wanted more. Before she lost her nerve, she got up and called Santana's room.
Santana already knew.
"You aren't coming, are you, Quinn."
"No, Santana. I have these rules. I can't break them. Give me 2 days. Be patient."
"Who made these rules?"
"Well, actually, the company, but I did too. I value my job and I don't want to mix business and pleasure. I promise, it'll be worth the wait. Now, get some sleep. Tomorrow is a long day, Santana."
"Ok, Quinn. Good night."
Not even five minutes later, there is a knock on Quinn's door.
"I promised you a song. And I don't forget promises I make."
Quinn lets her in the door and Santana stands in the middle of the room, revealing the guitar she was holding behind her.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to pick the song, ok?"
Quinn just nods, feeling the excitement building in the room.
All that talk of Kelly has put me in a KC kind of mood, so if you'll indulge me, I'm going to sing one of hers, instead one of mine….
Shakin' your head like it's all wrong
Before you're here, you're already gone
And even with the light all around you
You're all alone in the dark
You're breaking your own heart
Takin' it too far down a lonely road
You say you just want love
But when it's close enough, you just let it go
The very thing you've been the most afraid of
You've been doin' from the start
Breaking your own heart
Too many tears, too many falls
It's easier here, behind these walls
But you don't have to walk in the shadows
Where life is so hard
You're breaking your own heart
Takin' it too far down a lonely road
You say you just want love
But when it's close enough, you just let it go
The very thing you've been the most afraid of
You've been doin' from the start
Breaking your own heart,
You're breaking your own heart
It's not too late, I'm still right here
If only you'd let go of your fears
You're breaking your own heart
Takin' your own heart down a lonely road
You say you just want love
But when it's close enough, you just don't let it go
The very thing you've been the most afraid of
You've been doin' from the start
Breaking your own heart
You're breaking your own heart
Santana strums the last chord and looks up at Quinn who has tears in her eyes.
"Santana, that was…"
Quinn doesn't know what to say so she acts. She takes the guitar from Santana's hands and places it on her bed. She turns back around at Santana to see that she has tears in her eyes too, from the emotion of singing such a powerful song. Quinn cups Santana's face a kisses her. Something she has wanted to do since they last kissed. And she kisses her and kisses her until Santana pulls away.
"Quinn, we have to stop, otherwise, I won't be able to. I don't want you to go against your principles. So, I will bid you good night and sweet dreams… of me, I hope," Santana says, with one final kiss.
With that, Santana takes her guitar and leaves the room.
Quinn is stunned but knows that Santana is right.
She presses her fingers to her lips, as if to imprint Santana to her mind and heart.
Quinn knows she will indeed be dreaming of Santana tonight.