"Comeeeeeeee on!" Blaine whines "I want to go out. We're only here for a short time, everyone is getting along and we're actually all together! PLEASEEEEEEE!"
Everyone at the dinner table exchanges looks before agreeing. Each heading to their respective rooms to get ready, agreeing to meet back downstairs in an hour.
All had agreed to walk since drinking would be involved, the evening was cool and the bar/club was only a few blocks away.
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Kurt and Blaine laugh amongst themselves.
Mike wraps his arms around Tina.
Sam and Artie exchange jokes.
Quinn walks arm and arm with Mercedes talking wedding details.
Santana walks next to Noah.
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"Does creepin like that get you all the girls?" Noah teases, bumping the girl's shoulder
"Fuck you" Santana laughs
"What happened between you guys? Out of this group I never would have thought you guys wouldn't make it"
Santana shrugs, sniffing as the wind hits her face "It wasn't one persons fault, we choose our careers"
"Was it worth it?" Noah asks as they reach the club.
Quinn's perfume hits Santana's nose and her eyes close "Is it ever?"
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Upon entering the club, each couple split up. Santana heads towards the restroom and Quinn towards the bar.
"Should we maybe do or say something?" Rachel whispers to Kurt who only shakes his head "Look at them Rachel, they're like magnets. It doesn't matter how much time has passed, they always gravitate towards each other. We know it and they know it. But they have to work it out by themselves."
"So we're just gonna let them gawk at each other from opposite sides of the bar?" Blaine chimes in
"That's exactly what we're going to do. Now, you two sit down and let's have a drink" Kurt nods, leading the two towards the bar.
Quinn watches from across the bar as yet another girl shamelessly throws herself at Santana.
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It's the first time Quinn notices Santana isn't wearing her wedding ring. She looks down at her left hand and sighs.
She isn't wearing hers either
Santana's laugh shakes Quinn's attention. She looks up in time to see the mystery woman lean in to whisper into Santana's ear causing Quinn to turn away. She has no right to be jealous, so she orders another drink.
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"Dance with me" Santana slurs, bumping into Quinn's chair
Quinn scoffs, moving her purse before returning her attention back to her drink.
"You're drunk Santana, why don't you go find the girl that was whispering in your ear"
"Saw that huh?" Santana smirks, leaning on the bar "Jealous?"
"Please" Quinn rolls her eyes
"She read my book. I told her I was married, not that it matters to you"
"That's a first" Quinn turns to her side "Did you show her your married ringless hand too?"
Santana laughs, raising her left hand "This, ringless hand?"
Quinn's eyes widened, realizing that she had seen Santana's right hand not left.
"You know what, forget it Lucy." Santana scoffs. "I don't even know why I try" She nods over at Noah and the young man immediately walks over helping her out of the club.
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"Well, well well!" Mike teases "Look who finally decided to grace us with her presence! Good AFTERNOON Quinn"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah" Quinn waves her hand, continuing towards the kitchen "Shhhh"
"We lost you sometime after midnight. Did you end up staying at the bar? " Mike asks
Rachel turns to continue washing the dishes "I apologize Quinn, you woke up pretty late, there isn't much breakfast left but I'd be more than happy to make you something as soon as I finish these dishes?"
Quinn shakes her head, taking a seat the bar top
"No Mike I did not stay at the club, Artie was nice enough to wait for me since you all ditched me. It's okay Rachel; I appreciate it but I guess I drank a little too much. Santana and I….It doesn't matter…..I'll just make something in a bit. I need to sit here for a little, I think I'm still drunk"
"Fabray" Noah scoffs, entering the kitchen "Not that you deserve it but" He reaches to open the microwave, pulling out a plate with tin foil "Here"
"Umm, thank you?" Quinn says, shock evident in her voice
"Yeah, like it was me." Noah laughs, reaching for a water bottle "Santana made us all eat less so there was enough for you. She saved you a plate"
"Oh, Santana" Rachel whispers, lowering her gaze back to the dishes
"Yeah." Noah scoffs, rolling his eyes "She's such a monster isn't she" He carelessly tosses the bottle in the trash before leaving the kitchen. "What a bitch"
"I can't take it anymore! What the hell is your problem with me Noah?" Quinn yells from her spot at the counter.
Noah continues up the stairs offering the blonde a middle finger on his way.
"Ugh."Quinn exhales
Rachel takes a seat next to the blonde "I apologize for Noah sweetie. It's going to be okay Quinn maybe not now but eventually."
Quinn scoffs "We were both at fault Rachel. I will never understand why everyone is siding with Santana like I'm some kind of monster"
"The only person taking sides is Noah. The rest of us love you both equally and hate to see you both in so much pain." Rachel assures, placing a gentle hand on the blondes back.
Quinn exhales, lowering her head "She tried to flirt with me last night and I missed it. I tried to flirt back but I snapped."
"Why?"
Quinn shrugs "I don't know Rachel, I wish I did."
"Can I be totally honest with you Quinn?" Rachel quietly asks, the blonde nods "The message you sent, the one about needing to do something, I was at dinner with everyone and long story short, they all know" Rachel deeply exhales, looking up "You and Santana process things differently. When she's hurt, she acts and lashes out but eventually she just needs reassurance and some love but on her terms. When you're hurt, you shut down. You keep everything inside and everyone out. You don't let anyone help you. Sometimes you need to let someone in Quinn."
"Everyone knows? Ugh. I AM a monster" Quinn exhales, holding her face in her hands "I miss her so much Rachel. You kind of sounded like her there, she used to tell me that too. I'll work on it okay?"
Rachel smiles, standing from her seat "You have a lot of people who love you Quinn. Don't forget that"
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