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La Casa De Fabray
Quinn woke up the next day feeling chipper. The showcase was a success and it was officially summer vacation, so that meant no more school assignments or long cheerleading practices. Don't get her wrong, she loved cheer, but Coach Sylvester was sometimes overbearing and it felt good to finally catch a break.
Her mind couldn't help, but drift to a certain person she met the day before. She smiled at the thought.
It was a couple hours before the showcase and Quinn was standing on the stage with her friends. They were talking about traveling plans and any summer gigs coming up.
Mike got booked as a backup dancer for a couple rappers and Sam was gonna be an extra in an action movie. Tina and Kurt both got part-time summer jobs on Rodeo Drive. Brittany had a Europe trip with her family. Only her and Mercedes have yet to make solid plans yet.
"Hey guys!" Rachel approached them with an unfamiliar face following behind. Quinn looked over curiously and made eye contact with brown eyes. She felt her heart skip a beat for some odd reason.
The person had distinguished Latin features. Dark raven hair, plump lips, high cheekbones and a nice jawline. She was wearing chucks, black skinny jeans, and a leather jacket over a white t-shirt. Very 17 Again esque but she wore it well. To say she was easy on the eyes would be an understatement.
"This is Santana, she dabbles in music too." Rachel introduced everyone. "And this is Quinn, she's the head cheerleader here."
Their hands met in a cordial handshake and Quinn found herself smiling as Santana smiled back, showing her dimples.
A knock at her bedroom broke Quinn out of her thoughts.
"Come in."
A young blonde girl peaked her head through the door, grinning wide. Before Quinn knew it, her 8-year-old niece had climbed on her bed and jumped on top of her.
"Auntie Q! You did so awesome yesterday!" Olivia exclaimed.
Quinn couldn't help, but laugh at the younger girl's excitement. Her niece truly was her biggest fan and Quinn loved her to pieces. Given the almost 10 year age gap, Quinn often babysat for her sister, Frannie, they were very close.
"Thank you cutie," Quinn bopped her nose. "Did you have fun watching it?"
"Yes, Grammy and Grampa recorded it so we can watch it again today! I want to practice the dance you did."
"Sure, let's do that," Quinn smiled.
"Yay!" Olivia sat up on the bed criss-crossed applesauce. "Where did you go after? I wanted to give you flowers yesterday, but Grammy said you wouldn't be back till later," she pouted.
"Aw I'm sorry Livi," Quinn cooed. "I went out with my friends to celebrate and we had dinner."
"Were you on a date?"
For some reason, the 8-year-old didn't really like Quinn's ex-boyfriends in the past and whined when the teenager went on dates. It seemed like she didn't think anyone was good enough. It was endearing really, how protective she could be.
"No, just me and my friends. Brittany, Mercedes, Tina, and Rachel, do you remember them?"
"Yes, I member. They were all pretty on stage, too. Can they please come over and dance with me?"
"Okay, I'll text them to see if they're free."
Olivia cheered and ran back downstairs, presumably to breakfast.
Quinn sat up and tapped a text.
To Troubletones Gals: What are you ladies up to, wanna come over? Olivia loved our group number and wants to learn our dance.
From Britt: yass
From Rachel: Aww, so cute. Yes, I'll be there after breakfast.
From Mercedes: Ditto girlie.
From Tina: Yup coming with Cedes.
Quinn smiled at the responses and started getting ready for the day.
A little while later, she came down and grabbed a plate. Breakfast was already made courtesy of her parents and Livi was in the living room watching Willy Wonka. Quinn chirped out a good morning to her folks as she sat down.
"Late night last night?" Russell Fabray asked. He had the sports section of the day's paper in hand and chuckled seeing nearly half of his daughter's plate filled with bacon.
"Not really, we went to dinner and I came home around 11." Quinn took a sip of her warm coffee. "Oh yeah, the girls are coming over to hang out, is that okay?"
"Sure thing sweetie," her mother, Judy smiled. "Tell them you all did wonderfully. I cannot believe how professional my little girl looked," the older woman gushed.
"It's true, darling. The scouts would be foolish not to notice your performance."
Quinn smiled and continued her meal. When her mother got up to clean the table, her father coughed and cleared his throat.
"So... who was the white Audi that dropped you home?" He had a playful tone and Quinn knew where this conversation headed.
Quinn cleared her throat, too all of a sudden feeling thirsty. "It was just Rachel's friend that came to see the show. She was nice enough to drop me off after dinner."
She had come out the a few months ago as bisexual and her parents were surprisingly supportive. Her dad seemed to make a hobby out of scaring any of her romantic prospects though.
"Well you were in the car for a minute before you got out. And I don't think you own anything leather," Russell raised an eyebrow. "You know the rules darling bring them by if you're dating."
"We only met yesterday. It's not like that Dad." Quinn said quickly. "When is Frannie and Jeff coming back?" She asked, trying to change the subject.
The older man took in his daughter's bashful tone. "They should be back around 6 or 7." He got up from the table and squeezed his daughter's shoulder. "Whatever you youngins are doing, just don't give your old man any surprises."
"Dad!"
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"Good job Liv! Let's try that part one more time."
The girls were outside in the Fabray's backyard and Brittany was teaching Olivia a dance while Rachel "supervised". Quinn handed Tina and Mercedes bottled water while they stood a few feet away. It was a sunny May day, a great start to summer.
"Anything happened after we left, Quinn?" Mercedes nudged the girl.
"Yeah you looked pretty cozy in your own little corner," Tina piped up.
A smile started playing on Quinn's lips and she shook her head. "Nothing. I just kissed Santana on the cheek and thanked her for dinner and the ride."
"Whoa, Quinn Fabray kissing on the first day," Mercedes teased.
"So you like her?" Tina asked.
Quinn simply ignored her friends' prying questions and focussed her attention back to her dancing niece. Her pink cheeks were noticeable, but hey it was a hot day.
"She's fine, I don't blame you. If I played for her team, then bye bye Samuel," Mercedes continued.
Tina laughed. "All aboard the new ship Quinntana?"
"More like Sancedes if Quinn doesn't make her move soon." Mercedes laughed. She would never break up with her boyfriend for someone else, she wanted to get a reaction out of Quinn.
"Ooo me too, how's Santina sound?" Tina continued the joke.
"Guys," Quinn whined.
"Are you talking about Santana?" Brittany walked over to them and took a swig out Tina's water. "She's super hot."
"I think Quinn agrees since she kissed her last night."
Quinn's cheeks were very flushed right now and questioning if she really needed friends in her life.
"You kissed?!" Rachel exclaimed, making her way to the group.
"Who kissed?" Livi asked. Rachel pulled out her phone and showed a picture from Santana's Instagram. Tina, Mercedes, and Brittany of course all huddled over to get a glimpse.
Quinn gave up and put her face in her hands. Had their flirting really been that obvious to her friends last night?
"She's pretty Auntie Q," Livi said. Thankfully the 8-year-old had to use the bathroom, she ran inside and Quinn was grateful she didn't have to talk to her niece about this.
Tina took the phone from Rachel, presumably trying to stalk Santana's whole feed, while Mercedes and Brittany looked over her shoulders doing the same.
"Oh my gosh! You two would be so cute, matter of fact I'm gonna help you!"
Quinn groaned. "Rachel please don't, I don't need you playing matchmaker. We only just met yesterday."
"But you like her, don't you?" Rachel pondered. "I got it! Puck is having a pool party tonight, let's all go."
The rest of the girls chirped at the idea. Quinn rolled her eyes, she had a feeling that her friends were going to meddle in this, no matter what she said. And somehow, she didn't mind all that much. She couldn't help feeling a little giddy at the possibility of seeing Santana again.
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La Casa De Lopez
Santana was in a deep slumber when a pillow hit her square in the face.
"What the hell Puck!" She grumbled, pulling the sheets over her head.
"Get up San, I've been waiting for you for two hours. Did you have fun with little Miss Blondie?" His smirk was knocked away by a pillow being thrown his way.
"Shut up. I was up writing until 5am." Santana groaned trying to get comfortable again. "What the hell are you doing at my house so early?"
"It's noon, sleeping beauty." Puck's tone was mocking.
He walked over to her bedside table and picked up her songbook. It was half open and he was intrigued.
It was an untitled page and he glanced at some of the lyrics.
I've been looking under rocks and breaking locks
Just tryna find ya
I've been like a maniac, insomniac
Five steps behind you
Oh shit, okay Lopez. He flipped to the previous page which was also dated last night, well early this morning. This one was more complete. One Thing.
I've tried playing it cool
But when I'm lookin' at you
I can't ever be brave
'Cause you make my heart race
Shot me out of the sky
You're my kryptonite
You keep making me weak
Yeah frozen, and can't breathe
So get out, get out, get out of my head
And fall into my arms instead
I don't, I don't, don't know what it is
But I need that one thing
Puck raised an eyebrow. Were these two songs about a girl? Before he could ask, the book was taken out of his hands by a very grumpy Latina.
"It's not finished yet, Nosy Puckerman," Santana squinted her eyes.
Puck put his hands up in surrender and made his way out of her room. "Alright alright Ed Sheeran. I'll let you get ready."
Santana yawned, still feeling a little tired. Out of habit, she reached for her phone to check new messages.
From Lil Berry: I'm gonna bring my friends to Noah's tonight. See you there?
To Lil Berry: Sure, see you then.
She clicked over Instagram and saw the newest notification from less than a minute ago.
*QFabray started following you*
Santana grinned to herself before clicking on it and following Quinn back. She decided to send a text to Quinn, too.
To Quinn: Hey stalker. See you at Puck's tonight? :)
Moments later came a reply.
From Quinn: Maybe, I'm a busy girl. If you're lucky :)
Santana smiled and liked the message.
To Quinn: Haha, good thing I'm an optimist. I would love to see you there.
Santana placed her phone on the nightstand and scribbled another line in her song book.
You've got that one thing.
Santana made her way into the kitchen and made a bowl of cereal before plopping down on her couch. Puck sat on the opposite end, watching the Clippers/Lakers game. Except it was more like the TV was watching Puck because he was grinning like a fool to his phone.
"What are you so cheery for?" Santana asked. "Marissa? Stephanie? Or Stefanie with an f?"
Santana really didn't understand how he got dates, especially with that God awful haircut. He's even hooked up with some older women, old enough to be their mothers and Santana called him Jailbait for it. Thankfully Rachel knew better than to fall for his bad boy persona.
"Don't be jealous Lopez. If you wanted some, you could always hit up Hanna or Cece again."
Santana grimaced at the mention of those names and flicked a frosted flake at him. "Shut it, Puckerman. I don't need any drama in my life."
"You're not gonna like what's coming tonight then."
She nailed him with a you're-full-of-crap look and set her breakfast down. "You invited them?!"
He gulped and quickly got up from the couch. "Just Cece. I may or may not have forgotten to take her out of the group chat when I texted invitations."
Santana grabbed the spoon she was using and Puck started backing away.
"It's too early to commit manslaughter!"
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La Casa De Puckerman (later that night)
It was around 8pm when people started showing up to Noah Puckerman's Summer Kickback. It was still bright out, but the sun was gradually setting and Drake could be heard blaring from the house.
Santana knew a good amount of people there, but it looked like some local college kids came, too. She and a few other guys were in the garage talking and moving boxes of Mike's Hard to the backyard. Who knows how Puckerman got all this alcohol with his fake ID, must've been one of his sugar mama connections.
Nonetheless, the kid knew how to throw a party, it was always a good time.
"Hey stranger," a flirty voice said and Santana glanced over. Crap.
"Hey Cece."
Santana had hooked up with Cece a couple months back out of boredom. Cece was an attractive college girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, very Abercrombie-esque. The young woman was wearing a crop top and jeans, she looked hot.
"I was hoping I would see you tonight," Cece said, placing her hand on Santana's forearm.
Santana gave a polite smile, not knowing what to say. She really was not interested in repeating what happened last time, not now that there was someone else she'd rather get to know.
Quinn arrived at the kickback with Mercedes and Sam, there were more people than she had expected. They got out of the car and made their way to the house when she spotted Santana. Santana wasn't alone, there was another blonde girl talking to her. They were standing closer than deemed acceptable as friends. Maybe that was Santana's girlfriend.
"Woohoo! I can't wait to get in the pool." Sam exclaimed, which made Quinn shift her eyes away.
The trio went through the side of the house and headed toward the backyard.
Santana caught a flash of them as they walked by, they must have not noticed her.
"So what do you say?" Cece asked.
Santana snapped her attention back. "Uh I gotta go, I think Puck needs me." She walked away before Cece could say another word.
Sam had joined in with some guys who were playing pool basketball and Quinn and Mercedes were talking to Brittany and another cheerio from their school, Kitty.
Puck approached the group with a bright smile. "Hey ladies, glad you could make it," he handed them red solo cups, presumably with some alcoholic punch.
They started to chat about how nice the house and the pool were, to which Puck responded that his grandmother was out of town. They were talking for a few minutes before he headed off to greet other people.
Puck was nice enough and good looking, Quinn thought. He and Santana were probably good friends.
The girls hung out for a bit longer and a few guys came up to them. It was clear what those guys' intentions were, they were trying to flirt to potentially hook up. It was directed at all of them, but mostly Quinn. She ignored them and Mercedes told them off.
Finally, Kitty walked off to mingle with others and Brittany declared she wanted to dance and dragged Mercedes with her. Quinn was alone now, she really did not want to deal with more guys hitting on her. So when someone approached her right, she was fully ready to put on her notorious Ice Queen facade.
"Hey you," Santana flashed her infamous Lopez smile. She handed Quinn a canned soda, taking her cup in the process.
Quinn was surprised and took the drink with a questioning look. "Hey."
Santana chuckled. "Don't worry, Puck's concoctions are too strong to start off with. Figure you'd enjoy this better."
Quinn smiled at the fact that Santana recalled what she ordered at Breadstix. She took a sip, it was just ginger ale.
"Are you having a good time?" Santana asked motioning to sit down by the pool.
Quinn nodded and sat down on a long poolside lounger. "It's cool, Puck's house is nice. Are you and him close?"
Santana took the opportunity to sit next to her. "Yeah, he's a pain in my ass a lot of the time and I wouldn't say this to his face, but he is like a brother to me."
Quinn let out a small laugh.
"You look beautiful by the way." Santana couldn't help, but compliment her. Quinn looked gorgeous in a casual floral cami dress.
It was cheesy, but Quinn liked it. The way that Santana said it was honest and sincere, unlike a lot of the guys at her school who just wanted to get in her pants. Quinn knew about players being able to sweet talk. She didn't get that vibe from Santana, but they didn't know each other that well after all.
"Is that another line?"
Santana wore a dimpled smile. "To be fair you're the only person I've said it to."
Quinn pushed her shoulder playfully, she couldn't help but match Santana's grin. She made her feel a way she hadn't felt with someone else before. Special.
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Mercedes was out of breath from trying to keep up with Brittany on the dancefloor and finally convinced the blonde dancer to take five. They stood on the back porch now and it looked like they were gossiping about something when Kurt and Rachel joined them.
"What are you guys talking about?" The short brunette asked, trying to speak over the music.
"Shhh," Mercedes shushed her and Brittany pointed over to where Santana and Quinn sat.
"Aren't they so cute?"
The two were sitting shoulder to shoulder and Santana leaned into Quinn's ear to say something.
Kurt raised his eyebrows curiously at the sight and Rachel smirked like a child.
"My plan worked, I'm a genius!"
"Rachel we were in on it, too. Spare some credit will ya?" Mercedes sassed.
"How well do you know Santana anyway? You don't want to set Quinn up with just anyone," Kurt commented. "She's dealt with enough douchebags already."
"It's fine, Santana's mom is my daddy's cousin. I've known her for ages. I can assure you they're perfect together."
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Guest stars:
Cece - Vanessa Ray (PLL)