Because sometimes it's the person we least expect.
Wasn't too sure if this should have been a short or not but whatever, hope you enjoy.
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"I seriously give up!" The blonde exclaimed dramatically falling onto the couch
"And I thought Berry was the dramatic one in our group, the fuck is wrong with you?" Santana huffs, picking at her nails as the blonde leans to punch her
"Shut up Santana, this is serious!"
"Don't hit unless you want get slapped again. Calm down blondie what's wrong now? Oh boohoo what is the weather too nice for you to wear those cute little sundresses? Did daddy cut you off again or did your chauffeur take the wrong street? Tell Auntie Tana your problems, my widdle baby Fabray"
Quinn whines, pushing the Latina away before crossing her arms "Can you not? This is the umpteenth date I've been on and I don't feel anything!"
Santana chuckles lightly "Wow, okay hold on, if you're not feeling anything, we definitely have bigger problems here"
"Can you be serious for one second!" Quinn uncrosses her arms causing Santana to roll her eyes
"Fuck it. I'm just giving up on dating and love. I'll just be an old spinster and have like five cats"
"First of all Q, you're allergic to cats, second of all you're too hot to be a spinster and lastly that's all a bit of a stretch, even for you, don't you think? So you went on a few bad dates"
Quinn reaches for her glass of wine "You just don't get it Santana, you've always been good at love and dating"
A smirk finds its way onto the Latina's lips as she nods "That is true. I think you just need one date, one good date with the right person and it'll all make sense why the tons of other dates were trash."
Quinn looks over at her friend "Okay, there have not been tons but that's the problem. I can't seem to find the right person. How many dates does it take for girls to fall in love with you?"
"Normally one but that's not important. Tell you what Q, give me one date"
"Of course it only takes you one. Wait, do you honestly think you can woo me with just one date?"
Santana smirks "In my sleep"
Quinn leans back against the couch, taking in the girl next to her. Maybe she could use Santana's help in finding out what she was doing wrong in the dating area. Santana never had any issues with dating, maybe she could learn a thing or two.
"You're on" Quinn smiles as the friends shake hands, cementing the deal
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"I'm sorry, what?" Kurt gasped "You're going to go on a date with Quinn?"
"Yes"
"Quinn Fabray?"
"The one and only"
"Our friend, Lucy Quinn Fabray, blonde? Very beautiful?"
"Kurt" Santana huffs "No matter how many times you say her name and no matter how many ways you describe her, it will still be her"
"I'm just….shocked is all? I….didn't….it's just I know you've always had a thing for her and….."
"Stop!" Santana exclaims putting her hand up "No one and I mean no one knows about that so shut the hell up."
"How did this happen?"
"You know how. She's still dating losers, just like she did in high school!"
Kurt laughs shaking his head "Well I suppose, if anyone can bring her into the light….it would be you, Satan"
"I appreciate the vote of confidence, porcelain"
Both friends laugh, pouring more drinks.
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"Okay, now I'm starting to think this was a mistake" Santana huffs, throwing another dress out of her closet "What the hell was I thinking!"
Kurt laughs, handing the nervous brunette a glass of wine "I don't think I've ever seen you this nervous before a date"
Santana steps out of her closet in a matching black lace bra and panty set, one hand on her hip and the other tightly clutching the wine glass "Do not patronize me right now Kurt. Get your ass in here and help me dammit! Seriously, what am I going to wear!"
Without missing a beat Kurt smiles, taking another sip "Wear that, I'm sure Quinn would love it"
Santana's eyebrows furrow as she looks down, rolling her eyes she heads back into the closet "Stop"
After an hour of rummaging through countless dresses and outfits, she settled on a black mid thigh little number as Kurt curled her hair. She looks at him through her vanity mirror and smiles as he winks. In high school the two weren't exactly best friends but once they settled in New York, they became closer so close in fact that Kurt moved in with her when everything fell apart between her and Rachel. Eventually the girls were able to patch things up but Kurt chose to stay with her and even though she'd never say it, it meant the world to her.
"I love you, you know that?" She says as he turns the curling iron off
"Do not get sappy with me right now, Lopez" He sniffs wiping the corner of his eye "Damn you, we just finished your makeup" She smiles standing, embracing him
"I love you too, Santana"
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*Enter Jeopardy Music*
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The restaurant is filled with random chatter from its patrons as the live band plays in the background. Santana looks around and smiles, remembering how much Quinn always talked about this place. The waiter shows her to their table, carefully she places the napkin onto her lap when she hears someone clear their throat. Looking up, she's unable to move as her breath hitches. There stands a vision, in a baby blue knee length dress, her long hair down and slightly curled.
She looks absolutely perfect.
Santana moves to stand but Quinn shakes her head, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder, leaning down and kissing her cheek before taking her seat.
"You look...wow" Santana stumbles over her words as Quinn laughs
"Is Santana Lopez actually speechless right now? In all the years I've known you I don't think I've ever seen you speechless maybe I should take a picture"
"Relax, ain't no one speechless, you already know you're hot as hell" Santana counters back as the wine is set down
"This is my favorite wine" Quinn smiles, touching the bottle
"I know" Santana smiles softly as they cheer.
Both continue to make small talk before ordering their meals
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"So" Quinn begins "My favorite wine, favorite restaurant.
I must say, if you do this for all your dates, I get why they fall in love with you so easily"
Santana shakes her head laughing, setting her glass down, "You honestly think I do this for everyone? Oh hell no.
There's no way I'd o this for just anyone, Q"
"Why me then?"
"Because you're different and I need you to see it" Santana huffs, rubbing the back of her neck "You're an amazing person Luce but you always settle for these losers who don't deserve you. First it was dumbass Finn, then Puck, and finally that douche, Biff. I watch these mindless idiots bring you roses when they should know your favorite flowers are lilies. They order you champagne when they should know you really love red wine. They take you to NoMad because they either don't care to or can't get reservations to L'Artusi and…."
"But you did" Quinn interrupts, stopping the girl's rant
"I did…..what?"
"You got us reservations at L'Artusi, even though everyone always says it's almost impossible. You did that, for me"
Completely missing Quinn's point, Santana nods, throwing her hands up "Exactly! Thank you! That's what I'm sayin Luce, I know all these things about you because I listen and I've taken the time to get to know you. All those asswipes do is take one look into those beautiful hazel eyes of yours and everything else goes out the window! It's not hard to remember your favorite color is green, it's not impossible to get reservations if it's what the person you love wants and I just think it's a…"
"WHAT?" Quinn's eyes widen dramatically "What did you just say"
As realization sinks in Santana squirms, reaching for her wine glass, she attempts to change the subject "What? Nothing, I'm just saying is all. Maybe if you picked someone who actually cared about you and listened, you might be able to come here more often. All I'm saying"
Quinn sits back, taking in everything Santana has just laid before her. Never, in a million years did she dream that Santana Lopez would be throwing compliments at her or be the first one of the two to make declarations of love. Then again, she never dreamt of being on a date with Santana Lopez either. She supposes stranger things have happened and honestly, she could do much worse than the beautiful, nervous, and very fidgety girl seated in front of her.
Quinn tilts her head, really examining the girl. Where she normally saw a cocky and arrogant girl she now sees a thoughtful, romantic and confident woman. Back in high school, she always saw a fierce competitor but now, under the romantic New York restaurant lights, she sees someone who has taken the time to learn her favorite restaurant, someone who always makes sure to buy her favorite wine at get-togethers and someone who still remembers her favorite flower. Maybe she isn't prince charming but maybe that's the point, she's been looking for love in all the wrong places when it seems to have been in front of her face, this whole time.
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Biding her time a little longer, Quinn carries on with dinner as if nothing has happened and Santana seems to be grateful for it. After the brunette pays for dinner, hand in hand, the two walk outside. Santana removes her scarf before gently placing it around Quinn, knowing she always runs extra cold in the winter. Unable to contain herself any longer, Quinn gently brushes her lips against Santana's before completely closing the distance.
"I was wrong" Santana exhales against Quinn's lips
"I said I only needed one date to make you fall in love with me but the truth is, I've always been in love with you. You've had my heart since junior year"
The stunned blonde leans back "Are you fucking with me or are you serious right now?"
Santana's eyes are still closed as she nods "I'm so serious Q, I've dreamt of us, like this, for years"
Quinn smiles as she caresses the girl's cheek "As much as I'm going to regret saying this, you were right, San."
Cocky smirk in place, Santana leans back as Quinn wraps her arms around the girls' neck
"You said I just needed one date, one good date with the right person."
A smile spreads across Santana's face as she nods
"Fuck i love when I'm right. Damn right I did. I'm the right person for you, Q"
Quinn nods, pulling the girl into her once more "You bet your ass you are, Lopez"
