Well it's Friday here and I thought what better way to celebrate than by posting another chapter! and it hasn't even been 24 hours since the last you LUCKY people lol just kidding!
Hope everyone has a great weekend.
Enjoy!
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"Babe I don't want a cup full of foam!"
True to her word Santana had been making various cups of coffee for the past hour in fact Quinn was pretty certain that she must nearly be out of cups.
"But foam is our friend Q." Santana seductively licked the foam from the spoon in her hand.
Beep Beep
Santana's phone beeped from the end of bench, she threw the spoon into the sink and scooped up her cell. She read the message from Kurt and smiled she was due a catch up with him.
"Hey babe have we got much planned for today?"
"Nothing definite why what's up?"
"Kurt wants to catch up."
Quinn swallowed deeply she knew exactly why.
"Oh sure hon I can amuse myself for a while."
"Well I was going to suggest he comes and hangs here with both of us….unless you don't want to?"
"Oh no…..that's fine by me perhaps just run it past him."
Quinn was pretty certain Kurt would suggest catching up elsewhere.
- - - Sounds good pretty boy! We are at Quinn's fancy coming here?
"I guess I have a bit of washing up to do huh?"
Santana looked around the bench at the multitude of half drunken cups of coffee.
"Good thing I have a very capable dishwasher."
Quinn moved from her seat and pulled the dish drawer out.
"When we get a place together can I vote for a dishwasher being one of the top priorities?"
"I'm with you on that one." Quinn chuckled as she tipped the brown liquid down the sink and passed the cup to Santana to load.
"Look at us being all domesticated and couply."
"Such domesticated goddesses."
Beep Beep
"You got it babe." Santana winked at her as she picked up her phone to read Kurt's reply.
- - - If Quinn is ok with that then I'll be there soon.
"He said it's cool with him if it's ok with you."
"Yeah ok good."
"Is everything ok?"
"Yeah everything is fine."
"Are you sure? He hasn't offended you or anything has he?"
"No everything is fine."
"Cool I'd better go and take a shower, do you wish to join me?"
"I think we may get a bit distracted if I do that. You go though, I'll finish up here."
"No leave that for me Q I'm the one who made all the mess."
"San go it's not hard to put some cups in a dishwasher."
"Perfect women right here people." Santana called out loudly as she made her way from the room.
Quinn smiled as she placed a few more dishes in drawer. If the timing worked she would be able to excuse herself for a shower to give Kurt and Santana some time alone to talk.
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"Hey Kurt."
"Quinn this place is beautiful."
"Thanks! Want to buy it? I'm looking for a buyer."
"I wish!"
"San is just finishing up in the shower."
"Ok cool."
"Do you want a drink? Coffee?"
"Water would be great thanks."
Quinn led the way to the kitchen, Kurt followed behind in awe of the home he was currently in. Santana's parents owned a big house in fact it was probably bigger than this one but this was way more modern with very clean lines.
"Do you want ice?"
"No just regular is good thanks."
"Coming right up."
"Thanks Quinn…so um…..how do you think I go about bringing up you know what?"
"I think you are just going to have to say it Kurt….band aid effect you know just rip it off."
"Yeah having you here will probably be a good thing."
"Oh you want me here? I was going to excuse myself and give you some privacy."
"I think San will take it better with you here for support."
"Oh…..well ok if you need me to be here I will."
Before Kurt could answer they were interrupted by Santana.
"Be here for what?"
Kurt looked at Quinn who simply nodded.
"I ah…..I need to talk to you San."
"Kurt I've already told I don't wish to carry any of your children."
"Well that's just charming but no it's not what I want to talk about."
"Babe why don't you come and take a seat." Quinn patted the chair next to her.
Santana looked between them suspiciously something was definitely going on.
"Ooookay what's going on?"
Kurt took a small white piece of paper from his pocket and slid it across the table.
"What's this?"
Santana opened the paper and made note of the numbers written across it. It was obviously a phone number.
"I got a phone call yesterday."
"I'm guessing from this number?" Santana held the piece of paper between her fingers before sliding it into the pocket of her jacket.
"Yeah from that number."
"Stop beating around the bush and just say what you came to say Kurt."
"That's Shelby's number."
Santana's eyes went wide she wasn't expecting that.
"And why do I need her number? Better yet with the way you feel about her why do you think I need her number?"
"She is worried about your safety."
"Why the hell would that be her concern?"
"Luke knows about the affair you were having with Shelby."
"And? That wanker is behind bars."
"Actually he is out on bail and he thinks Shelby had something to do with him getting arrested."
"Still don't see what it has to do with me."
Kurt sighed and took a deep breath before speaking again.
"He has threatened you before and Shelby has reason to believe he may still have some pretty nasty thoughts about you."
"So why do I need her number?"
"She wants to talk some things over with you San, explain a few things,"
"Like what? Why she decided to screw multiple people behind her husband's back? Are they all in danger too?"
"I think there are some things she wishes to get off her chest."
Santana looked towards Quinn, the blonde had remained exceptionally quiet and reserved considering the topic of their conversation.
"Did you know she had been in contact with Kurt?"
"Kurt told me yesterday." Quinn answered quietly.
Santana sat back in the chair heavily her head was beginning to spin.
"When?"
"When what?"
"When did he tell you?"
"San why does that even matter?" Kurt didn't want to cause any issues between Santana and Quinn why hadn't he just called Maribel?
"It matters because I want to know whether she was aware of this before she ate me out on her desk last night…or whether it was just before she fucked me senseless when we got home! Were you just trying to get it off your mind by having sex with me?"
"Of course not." Quinn's voice was tinged with hurt
"San don't ok…. I rang Quinn as I wasn't sure what to do and I thought she could help." Kurt pleaded with her.
"Santana, Kurt was simply trying to protect you."
"By making my girlfriend keep a secret from me? Stellar protection there Kurt."
Santana stood up quickly from her chair; she had had enough and really didn't want to be around these people anymore.
"Babe I'm sorry I kept it from you."
"Yeah…I'm sorry you did too."
Santana grabbed her phone and shoved it in her pocket before leaving the room.
"San wait." Kurt began to push his chair back but Quinn stopped him.
"She needs some time to process this just let her have a few moments."
Kurt nodded and took a sip from the glass in front of him. At least now she knew.
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Santana walked out the front door and began to run…..to where she wasn't sure but all she knew is that she needed to get out of that house. Once she got to the end of Quinn's absurdly long driveway she took a left and continued, her chest was aching and she really wasn't sure what was the true cause behind it….her ridiculous paced running or the whole Shelby thing.
She ran for another thirty minutes or so before finally giving up and collapsing onto a nearby park bench. She hungrily sucked air into her lungs like it was going to run out if she didn't.
Beep Beep
The brunette took her phone from her pocket knowing it was either going to be Kurt or Quinn. She had missed a couple of phone calls from each of them.
- - - San I know you are upset but please tell me where you are. Q x.
Santana looked around her and sighed she wasn't even sure herself where she was. She wasn't a nasty person though and she knew Quinn would be worried so she quickly typed out a reply.
- - - I'm out running. Just need some time Quinn.
As she put her phone back in her pocket her fingers found the piece of paper Kurt had given her. She took it out and traced her fingers over the numbers. How much trouble could Luke really cause…..from what she knew of him he had as much life in him as a drunk newt. All the same for Kurt to do anything for Shelby she must have had a convincing story. Taking a deep breath she grabbed her phone once more and dialed the number it was now or never.
Santana wasn't sure if the ring tone was extremely loud or if it was her blood pressure ringing in her ears. After 3 more rings and just as she considered hanging up the phone was answered.
"Hello Shelby speaking."
"Hey." It was all Santana could think to say she hadn't actually thought about what she was going to say and now she had spoken she couldn't hang up.
"Santana?"
"In the flesh."
"Wow I wasn't expecting you to call so soon."
"You thought Kurt would leave me in supposed danger?"
"No…..I knew he would pass on my message I just thought you would have a few days of internal battle to do."
"Better to get it over and done with right?"
"I guess that's right."
Shelby's voice was exactly how Santana had remembered it, she loved the smooth sexy tone and eloquent way she had about her.
Flashback
"You should probably get some sleep." Shelby pulled Santana closer to her and kissed her forehead.
"No let's keep talking."
"San you aren't well you need some rest and seeing as you won't let me take you home."
A hotel wasn't the most ideal place to be sick but if it meant being with Shelby Santana didn't mind.
"I want to be with you and besides your voice is soothing and makes me feel good."
"Well how can I deny that?"
"You can't…you can't deny me anything." A smirk fell across the younger brunettes face. Her flushed cheeks a reminder of the temperature currently racking her body.
"Why don't I get you some more meds and a glass of water?"
Santana pouted and pulled Shelby even closer.
"That would mean you getting out of bed."
"Only for a minute San and it will help you feel better."
"Fiiinnneeeee."
"You are kinda cute when you're sick you know that right?" Shelby tapped the end of Santana's nose playfully.
"I'm always cute its reason number forty five why you love me."
"You think I have forty five reasons huh?"
"No."
"No?"
"I'm thinking more like one hundred and forty five." Santana ran her hands up Shelby's side eliciting a squeal from her highly ticklish lover.
"You may be right about that…I'll be right back."
Shelby rolled away to the edge of the bed but before she could stand a hand fell across her own.
"Can you read to me when you come back?"
"If you want me to sweetie." She reached out tucking a strand of hair behind Santana's ear and cupped her cheek.
"It can be some trashy magazine or whatever I just like hearing your voice."
Shelby dipped her head and kissed the girls cheek.
"The Kardashians weekly drama will never sound so good ha ha."
End of flashback
"Santana are you there?"
"What?...oh yeah sorry."
"I would like to speak to you."
"Isn't that what we are doing?"
"In person."
Surprisingly those words didn't freak Santana out like she thought they might.
"Um…yeah ok…"
"When?"
"When suits you?"
"I'm free now?"
"Oh right…..well I'm currently in a park and I'm not actually sure where."
"So why don't you set your GPS and we can meet up somewhere?"
"I don't have a car I kinda ran here."
"You ran somewhere you don't know?"
"I had just been told some pretty big information by my best friend." Santana replied sarcastically.
"Fair enough…..Is there a street sign nearby?"
"Yeah…..um Willard Ave."
"Do you want me to come and get you? We can go and get coffee or something."
Santana's thoughts fell back to her morning of coffee making if she drank anymore coffee she would probably be awake for 3 days straight.
"Um sure."
"Ok I'll see you soon."
"Wait…you don't even know where I am."
"A park on Willard right? I'm sure it won't be too hard San and I'm pretty sure I still remember what you look like."
Shelby chuckled which made a smile tug at the corner of Santana's mouth….no wait wasn't she supposed to be pissed off with the woman?
"I guess I'll see you soon then."
"Yeah I'm leaving now."
"Ok…..well"
"We hang up now Santana." Shelby's voice had a hint of amusement behind it.
"Yeah I know…..bye."
"See you shortly."
Santana ended the call and sat back down on the bench she hadn't even realized she had been pacing. Now she simply had to wait. Her phone vibrated in her hand alerting her to a call and Kurt's name flashed across the screen.
"Kurt." She answered tersely
"Santana where are you?"
"I'm out."
"Look I'm sorry ok I wasn't sure how to bring this up with you."
"I'm not a delicate flower Kurt you could have just said something you didn't need to run to Quinn."
"Don't be angry at her."
"I don't even know what I am at the moment."
"I asked her not to say anything."
"Yeah I get that…..I guess just knowing how normal she acted when she was aware something was going on has kinda thrown me a bit."
"I'm not sure what to say about that."
"You don't have to say anything."
"Do you want to talk about things? About what you are going to do?"
"I've already spoken to her Kurt."
"To Shelby?"
"Yeah."
"Oh…..and?"
"We are going for coffee."
Kurt had to shake his head this all seemed a little surreal.
"When?"
"Once she gets here."
"What? Where?"
"She is coming to pick me up."
"Santana are you fucking crazy?"
"I wasn't the last time I checked."
"So you are going to meet up with your ex after you've just had a falling out with your girlfriend."
"No I'm meeting up with someone who wishes to speak to me, Quinn doesn't need to be bothered with this just like you shouldn't have bothered her with it yesterday."
"Santana…"
"Look I think she is here I'll talk to you later."
"Please be very care…."
The line went dead before Kurt could finish his statement.
Santana looked towards the silver car that had just pulled into the parking lot. The driver's door opened and Shelby emerged from behind tinted windows. Pushing her sunglasses up on top of her head she smiled softly in Santana's direction, Santana returned the gesture and began to walk towards her. Even with all the stress in her life Shelby was still immaculately put together and hadn't seemed to have aged a day since Santana had last seen her. Santana strangely felt more confident than she ever thought she would be in this situation.
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"So things just got a whole lot more complicated didn't they?"
Quinn asked calmly from her seat on the sofa, she had got the gist of the conversation even if what she had heard was only one sided.
"I can't even find the words at the moment." Kurt sat next to her in disbelief this certainly wasn't how he expected things would be happening.
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"Hey" Shelby said nervously as Santana approached her.
"Hi."
They stood simply looking at each other for a few seconds neither quite believing the other was actually in front of them.
"So did you want to get a drink?"
Shelby broke the silence before it got any more awkward.
"How about a beer? I'm all coffeed out."
"Yeah I could do a beer do you have anywhere in particular you want to go?"
Yes my amazingly hot girlfriend owns an extremely successful and popular bar not too far from here is what she wanted to reply but she also knew that certainly wasn't an appropriate option.
"Not really shall we just drive till we find one?"
"Yeah let's do that hop in." Shelby gestured to the passenger side of the car and moved back to the driver's side.
As Santana settled in to her seat she suddenly realized how close in proximity she was to her former lover. Shelby looked across at her and smiled before returning her gaze to the windscreen her eyes still had a sparkle behind them which for some reason made Santana happy, she was glad Luke hadn't sucked the life completely out of her.
"It's nice to see you." Shelby said quietly from her seat before starting her engine.
She didn't expect a reply nor did she get one.