A.N. Fun fact: i wrote a sequel to this so if you want it i suppose I can convert it and post it once this is done.
also I'm glad you guys like this so much!
"Thought I saw your shadow under the door. Just a trick of the light I've seen before. I can never tell what's real anymore. Anymore. Anymore."
Brittany broke into the apartment with a huff. She scowled at her drenched umbrella. She placed the offending accessory into Quinn's shoe. That's what she gets for not opening the door.
She intended on telling her just that, as she trudged further into the living room.
"Do you know what the word 'petrichor' means?"
Brittany yelped.
She turned to Quinn. The alpha was dramatically staring out the window. Watching New Yorkers scramble to get away from the torrential downpour.
"...What in the late 90s, early 2000s music video is going on here?"
"It's the smell that occurs after it rains." Quinn is still staring out the window.
Brittany has never tried harder not to laugh at something in her entire life.
"What's wrong, Quinnivere? How long have you been standing there?" Brittany looked around the room for a camera. She was surely being punk'd right now.
"I feel like petrichor." Quinn said as she continued to stare out the window.
"What does that even mean!?"
"She called me. I tripped over myself trying to get to my phone. She asked if I wanted to have sex with her like she didn't know that I have never wanted to do anything more in my entire life. And then she hung up."
Britrany sighed as she took a seat on the couch. She crossed her arms, mentally preparing herself for Quinn's definitely impending meltdown.
"A little odd, but not seeing a problem yet."
"She asked if I wanted to have sex, and then we didn't."
"That was the most douchiest thing you have ever said to me. And that's saying something because you talk a lot. So, I'm going to let you rephrase that before I punch you in the face."
"No. You don't get it. She didn't have sex with me because she was doing it with someone else. And then she came over here like she didn't." Quinn finally turned to look at Brittany. Brittany is sure Quinn would have a 5 o'clock shadow if she possessed the ability to grow one.
"Well, did she come over to rub it in your face?"
Quinn's eyebrows furrowed, "...No, she came because I asked her to, B wasn't feeling well and I needed her help...but it felt like she was rubbing it in." Quinn pouted.
Brittany chuckled softly, "You're so oblivious. Anyhow, I'm sure I don't have to tell you, she can fuck who ever she wants."
Quinn stomped her foot petulantly, "But why couldn't she want to fuck me?! Why am I always second place?"
Brittany sighed, her lips forming a deep, concerned frown, "Where is this coming from, Quinn-ten Beck?"
"Emily's getting married."
"Oh."
"Yeah. And it shouldn't be that big of a deal, but she's the mother of my child, we coul-could've worked it out. Been a family, but no. I'm never anyone's first choice." Quinn sat down on the couch next to Brittany, her face cradled in her hands.
"Are you sure you would've wanted that. To be mated and married to Emily? You said the next morning you barely remembered her name, and she had told you it twice like a minute before."
Quinn uncovered her face and thought about it for a few moments, "No. We'd probably kill each."
"Exactly, so how could you be first place if you never even put yourself into the race?"
"I think I liked you better when you were mean to me."
"You like me anyway you can get me."
They both laughed softly.
"I'm still mad. She could have told me she couldn't come over."
"She's an omega and you told her a child was sick. What was she supposed to do? Five bucks says she completely forgot where she had been ten minutes earlier as soon as she got here."
"Could you just let me hold my grudge that is heavily justified in my head?"
"If you want to be single for the rest of your life, by all means, hold that dumbass grudge, but don't come crying to me when she kicks you in the crotch."
"Why are you here anyway?"
"Oh yeah! I wanted to kick your ass in Mario Kart. Marley's pregnant and she's mad at me, so I ran away. " Brittany jumped up to grab the controllers casually.
"Marley's pregnant!?"
"Yeah. Must be in the air or something." Hope shrugged nonchalantly.
"...Something's wrong with you."
"Pot. Kettle. Black."
"How do you keep getting in here? Don't I have security?" Rachel made a mental note to fire someone later.
"Have you made up your mind?" Kitty asked, completely ignoring the previous questions hurtled her way.
"Hello to you, too." Rachel rolled her eyes. She came around her desk to sit on top of it, her arms crossed at her chest.
"Answer the question, Rae."
"You walked into my job and demanded that I mate you. And then when I said 'Hell no' you told me to think about it. Now you're back, asking if I made up my mind. Did you think you were going to get a different answer?" Rachel had to hold back a laugh at that. Surely, Kitty didn't think she could be manhandled into mating her.
They had broken up months ago. It was mutual, or so Rachel had thought. They were headed in two different directions in life and would probably never end back up on the same path. But all of a sudden, Kitty was pushing it.
"So, what are you trying to say?" Kitty huffed. Her giant loop earrings swinging as she did so.
"I don't want to mate you. I don't want to court you. I want you-"
Kitty gasped, "I want you too, Rachel!"
"-OUT OF MY GODDAMN OFFICE!" Rachel seldom raised her voice, it mainly happened during a meeting with the CEO of Spectrum. He was an asshole, and very talkative.
Outside of that, Rachel could count on one hand how many times she had yelled at someone, including this one.
Normally, she felt bad afterwards. She was an alpha and most of the time when she yelled, people noticed, people felt it, especially omegas. But even as Kitty whimpered and crocodile tears formed in the corner of her eyes, Rachel couldn't bring herself to care.
"But why not?!" Her bottom lip jutted out and her arms crossed over herself.
"Because I love someone else!" Rachel actually surprised herself there a bit. She didn't mean for that to explode from her mouth and into the expanse of her office. But that didn't take away from the fact that it was true. She just hadn't planned on admitting that yet.
"You do?" Kitty asked with a slump of her shoulders.
"You do?"
Both Rachel and Kitty startled. Rachel glanced at the space that was between her and Kitty before pulling away.
"Santana? What are you doing here?"
"Tina...she let me up. I came-I came to bring you lun-you love me?" Her thoughts are running a mile a minute. She can't keep her sentences in order. And her hands are sweaty. It's taking every ounce of dexterity she has not to drop Rachel's lunch on the ground.
Rachel glanced at Kitty before walking around her and towards Santana slowly, "I-you don't have to say it back, but yeah. I love you. And you probably think it's too soon, but I do. A lot."
There were about ten different emotions playing across Santana's face. The most prominent being surprise, maybe? She's a bit difficult for Rachel to read.
"I-I-you love me?" It's just a whisper this time. The suprise morphing into disbelief and confusion more than anything else.
Rachel nodded and Kitty huffed.
"Oh." Santana mumbled softly. Rachel pressed a gentle hand to her cheek, and Santana let her, "Oh." She mumbled again, this time with a slightly different inflection in her voice.
Santana didn't know what she was feeling. She was happy and sad and excited and mad and confused and terrified and glad and guilt-ridden all at the same time.
It made her sick to her stomach.
She's sitting alone in her apartment. It's been three days since Rachel. Her phone sat idly in her hand. Waiting patiently to be used.
She needed to call someone. To talk to someone. But she's not sure who would understand any of this.
She eventually decided on Quinn. Because why not make this even more hard on herself?
After several rings it went to voicemail. Which, hurts to say the least. She can't help but think Quinn is screening her calls.
But, Santana is nothing if not a masochist.
She called again. It goes to voicemail again.
After the first call, it hurt. After the second call, it hurt even more. After the third call, it pissed her off.
Santana is mad now.
Santana: At least let me know you're alive, you giant gaping asshole.
Quinn turned her read receipts off to spite Brittany, so unfortunately, Santana will never know if she sees it or not that way.
About three minutes later her phone lit up with a notification.
It's an Instagram notification. It's Quinn's Instagram notification.
Santana rolled her eyes, but opened it anyway.
It's a picture of Beth with Quinn's friend, Puck. Beth does not seem to be enjoying herself.
The caption is only one singular baby emoji.
Santana blew out a puff of air, at least she knew they were alive.
She scrolled a bit into the comment section. It's mainly just viewers saying how cute Beth is. But there's a couple that caught Santana's eye.
You should do another video with Santana!
Yeah, but where's Santana?
Santana might accidentally on purpose like that second one. It's a question she needed the answer to too. And maybe once they found out, they could tell her.