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Park La Brea - Carter Dentistry
Quinn was sitting in her brother-in-law's dental office on Friday, waiting for the clock to strike 5. That day Frannie and Jeff came to pick up Olivia, he mentioned that he could use a hand around the office and Quinn volunteered. It would look great on her resume as a summer internship, and Jeff even offered to pay her under the table, joking that it was a family perk. The main receptionist, Ella, was a warm middle aged woman and they made conversation when it wasn't busy. It was a good gig to stay occupied.
Puck's kickback was nearly two weeks ago and in between that time Santana went to San Diego for a few days and Quinn had started this job. They haven't had a chance to see each other since. But they texted all the time, called occasionally, and sent each other snapchat's of what they were up to. There was a lot of flirting on both sides and they were having lots of fun talking to each other.
Quinn smiled when her phone lit up with Santana's name.
From Santana: I want to post this pic on IG. What do you think? *photo attached*
It was the picture of them Rachel took from the party, of them sitting closely together poolside. Quinn bit her lip and texted back.
To Santana: Aren't you worried about your groupies?
Quinn noticed that although Santana was homeschooled, she had quite a following and many friends. Santana had well over 5 thousand followers and under any given post, there would be girls leaving heart eyes or flirty comments. Under tagged pictures, there were plenty of Santana standing close to or with an arm around another girl. (Sue her for social media stalking.)
Quinn wasn't sure how many of those were just friends or how many were more than friends. Just in the short span of her San Diego trip, Santana's follower count went up by 40+. (Tina was counting.)
The raven haired girl never gave Quinn the player vibe, as far as she could detect. In the two weeks they've gotten to know each other, Santana was funny, smart, and very easy-going. She was extremely likable and apparently that was a general consensus. It shouldn't be a surprise really with how attractive she was.
Reading Santana's text that she wanted to show her off on social media, sent a fluttery feeling to Quinn's stomach. It made her feel special, like Santana had choices, but Quinn was the one she'd chosen. It was silly, but she couldn't help it.
"Ahem, it's time to go dear," Ella looked at her with a knowing smile.
Quinn looked back sheepishly, she'd been caught daydreaming.
"Thinking of a special someone?" The older woman asked as they gathered their things to leave.
The light pink on the younger woman's cheeks answered the question without her having to respond. "We only just met."
Ella smiled again knowingly. "I'll take that as a yes. I look forward to hearing more about Romeo next week." They both clocked out and parted outside the front door. "Have a nice weekend dear."
Quinn smiled and wished her older colleague the same before getting in the backseat of Tina's Subaru Outback. She really needed to get a driver's license like her parents have been nagging her to do, but for some reason Quinn felt nervous about driving, this was LA traffic for goodness sake.
Luckily the dental office just down the street from where Tina and Kurt worked and her friends were all more than happy to give her a lift.
"Hey Quinn," Tina and Kurt greeted from the front seats.
Quinn greeted them back and asked about their day. This prompted Kurt to spill about an annoying customer that has serious BO for half the ride home. She listened and nodded along and then her phone buzzed.
From Santana: I thought you were my number 1 groupie ;) jk we look cute, already posted.
Quinn opened up her Instagram and sure enough she was tagged in a new post.
Summer nights with good company . #OneThing
She couldn't help the smile that came to her face. She quickly liked the post and commented a microphone and smiley face emoji before sharing it on her own story.
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La Casa De Lopez
Santana had just gotten back home from the gym with Puck when she texted Quinn about posting the picture of them.
Quinn looked beautiful in the photo. Her eyes sparkled and her smile showed off her pearly whites. Santana wore a soft smile as Quinn leaned into her. It looked like the most natural thing.
Santana smiled at her phone once more before clicking post.
She hopped in for a quick shower and by the time she got out, Puck was already in the basement studio finishing up instrumentals for the second song she wrote about Quinn. This one still had an acoustic undertone, but with an R&B twist. The song was titled It Girl .
Puck played the version he completed for a final listen through. He even recorded himself whistling and added it to the intro. Santana had to admit, Puck had an ear for these things and it made the song even better.
Santana punched him in the arm. "Who knew your squirrel head had talent, huh?"
The young man rubbed his arm and mocked her expression. "What would you do without me Lopez," he jested. "When are you gonna play this for Miss Blondie? Or are you gonna serenade her like last time?"
Santana sat back in her chair and pursed her lips. They had a good connection going and Santana didn't want to make a wrong move. The lyrics were a lot more straightforward than the last song. She couldn't just sing it like last time, it might scare Quinn off.
"I don't know yet."
"She likes you right?" Santana nodded. "When's the last time you saw her?"
"Two weeks ago at your place."
"Two weeks ago!" Puck exclaimed as he got up to open the fridge. "Are you losing your touch Lopez?"
Santana rolled her eyes. "I really like her, okay? I don't want to scare her by jumping the gun."
"You need to ask her out soon before she gets taken by someone else. She's too hot to just be somebody's texting buddy." Puck handed her a bottle of Pellegrino.
Santana sipped the drink and thought for a moment. Their schedules haven't really lined up, but Puck was right. She needed to make more of an effort. She wanted to see Quinn again, she had to think of something special. Her phone chimed signaling a new message.
From Quinn: You're such a dork
Santana decided to bite the bullet and go for it.
To Quinn: Go out with me tomorrow at 7pm? I'll pick you up and I promise there will be bacon involved.
A minute later she got a response.
From Quinn: Okay. I'm only coming because of the second part :)
Santana laughed. This girl…
"Damn Instagram official already," Puck teased as he scrolled through his feed, coming across SLopez's newest post.
She kicked his seat with the foot of her Nike slides. She had a date to plan.
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La Casa De Fabray
Quinn was rummaging through her closet, trying to find possible outfits to wear for her date tomorrow. Kurt and Tina stood off the side amused, watching as the girl tossed more and more clothes onto her bed.
"She said to dress casual. Does that mean hiking casual or going to the movies casual…" Quinn rambled standing over the pile.
"I don't think Santana will take you hiking sweetie," Kurt chimed in.
"You should wear what you usually wear, I mean she's seen you and liked you in that already," Tina suggested.
"But this is a date, shouldn't I dress nicer?"
Kurt guided Quinn to sit down on the cushion chair next to the dresser.
"Don't worry, I've got this covered." Quinn opened her mouth to protest, but the boy beat her to it. "No no, just trust me on this, I'll be doing this for a living alright?"
Quinn nodded and he started sorting through the things she'd already picked out.
"I've never seen you this nervous for a date before," Tina commented.
"I think I'm kind of caught off guard. In the past, it was always painfully obvious when and what the guy wanted to do. We've been talking for two weeks, but I can't read Santana," Quinn explained. "She surprises me in a good way."
"She wrote and sung a song to you in front of like 100 people. I think she's pretty clear on where she stands." Kurt said matter of factly.
Quinn found herself nodding slightly. That's true.
Kurt held up a skirt. "You really like her, don't you?"
She let out a small smile. "I do. She's so cute and I can't find one thing not to like about her."
"Aww this is adorable," Tina giggled and showed the other two friends her phone.
Tina read off the comments under Santana's post. A lot of them were saying how good they looked (together) and a couple of people asked who Quinn was. Rachel commented claiming photo credit and Puck commented claiming backyard credit, and Santana only replied with a clown emoji to both, which made Quinn laugh.
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La Casa De Lopez - Basement Studio
"This is really good San," Blaine commented as he listened to the song playing in the headset. Blaine was another good friend from music camp and just got back to LA from the east coast. The dark haired young man had a background singing and dancing on Broadway when he was a tween and wanted to go back to it.
"Thanks B," Santana smiled. It was always good feedback to hear from people she trusted.
"Hey, where's my credit?" Puck exclaimed and Blaine laughed.
"You too, Puck."
"Psssh, whatever I'm outta here. I got a hot date tonight," the mohawk boy got up. "I'm going where the Puckassaurus is appreciated," he joked and left.
The two friends shook their heads chuckling and Blaine took a seat to face Santana.
"I'm guessing you're doing well lately?" He asked. "I heard the last song you put out and it was on the depressing side. I'm assuming you're doing better now writing about It Girl."
Santana let out a small laugh. Blaine knew her well. She expressed her emotions through writing music, and sometimes she could be a little dramatic. Case and point her last break up song.
"I'm good and moved past that. I met this girl and I've been inspired to write a lot lately."
Blaine nodded.
"How about you?" Santana asked. "I thought you weren't coming back until the fall."
Blaine was planning on returning to Dalton Academy, an all boy's private school in Cheviot Hills. It was an acclaimed performing arts school, right after McKinley. It had a lot of opportunities, but the school was on the convservative side which stifled his creativity and ultimately caused Blaine's break up with his boyfriend, Sebastian.
"I went to New York for a fresh start, but as much as I love Broadway, I don't think it loves me. I couldn't even get the part of Pepe's understudy," Blaine sighed defeatedly.
Santana nodded in understanding. "Hey don't beat yourself over it. You were auditioning with people, what, 5-10 years older than you? So what if they have a lot more experience. We're only 18, we still both have lots of time."
Blaine nodded this time in agreement.
"Besides you are way too white to be playing Pepe," Santana jested and got the boy to crack a smile. "I'm actually thinking about going back to school too," she continued and Blaine's ears perked up at this.
"Santana Lopez making a comeback for senior year?"
"Yeah I might as well get my diploma now. I have the rest of my life to be writing music and not that I'm going to stop, I just wanna experience what it's like to be a normal teenager again."
The two friends shared a smile.
"I went to Rachel's showcase at McKinley and it turns out, they're really freakin' good. You should think about it if you wanna get out of Dalton. You can crash in my guest room as long as you want."
Blaine smiled gratefully as he pondered about Santana's words, the thought had crossed his mind before. With his transcript, an audition would be easy to score.
"Thank you San. I'll think about it..." He said thoughtfully. "Anywho, tell me about this new muse of yours. Any other bangers coming up?"
Santana laughed. "You need to stop using Puck's slang."
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La Casa De Fabray (again)
It was quarter till 7pm, Quinn looked over herself in the mirror. Kurt had chosen a grey cotton v-neck sweater dress, it was comfy, and still flattering on her figure and ended above her knees. He paired it with beige colored boots with small heels. Kurt had done a good job indeed. It was stylish and still Quinn.
She finished applying her makeup and made her way downstairs. Her parents were on the couch and noticed their daughter right away.
"You look nice Quinnie," Judy complimented.
"What's the occasion tonight?" Russell asked. By the looks of Quinn's attire and that she had skipped out on dinner with them, he had a pretty good idea.
"Santana's taking me out," Quinn answered, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Oh Santana! The one that dropped you off? She's quite a looker." Her mother sounded delighted.
Quinn bit her lip at the mention and Russell half smirked, giving his daughter a look as if to say "I better meet her, too."
At that moment, the doorbell rang. Quinn quickly went to answer it before her parents could.
On the other side was Santana who looked slightly taken back as she took Quinn in.
"Hi. You look great and I look underdressed," she chuckled.
Santana was wearing a similar outfit to the first time they met, except this time it was a leather bomber over an all black outfit and Doc Martens. Santana looked really good in Quinn's opinion.
Quinn smirked playfully. "Thanks Rockstar, you sure know how to make a girl feel special." She knew Santana was subtly checking her out and she was also trying to do the same.
a"Quinnie, is that Santana? Let her inside," Judy called from inside the house.
Quinn reluctantly stepped aside to let the other girl in.
"Sorry my mom's really friendly."
"No worries, I'm good with parents."
They made their way from the foyer into the living room where the two older Fabrays were standing. Judy extended her arms for a welcoming hug while Russell stood tall with his shoulders squared back.
"Santana, this is my mom, you saw her last time. And this is my dad," Quinn introduced as Santana hugged Judy briefly.
"Nice to officially meet you Santana," Judy beamed, pulling back from the hug.
Santana opted for a firm handshake with Quinn's dad instead. It seemed more appropriate. "Nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Fabray, the pleasure is mine."
Russell nodded. "Likewise."
The two teenagers stood there awkwardly as Russell gave Santana a once over.
"Well, we won't keep you long," Judy said. "Quinnie why don't we get you a jacket, it's quite chilly tonight."
Before Quinn could respond, her mother looped their arms together and headed toward the stairs.
As soon as they got to Quinn's bedroom and out of earshot, Quinn whined. "Mom, why'd you leave them alone, Dad is going to grill her."
"They'll be fine, you know your father's all bark," Judy laughed.
Quinn pouted and her mother glanced around looking for an outer layer for the girl to wear. She spotted a leather jacket draped over the ottoman. This was definitely not her daughter's style and then she remembered Quinn was wearing it the night Santana dropped her off.
"You should wear this, you two are going to look so cute matching." Judy gushed as she held it up to the girl.
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Guest stars:
Ella - Holly Marie Combs (PLL)