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Carter Dentistry
Quinn was sorting through her work binder and making sure appointment data matched up with the ones on the computer while Ella was busy on the phone with a client. Jeff came out from the back, he had shedded his white coat and was just wearing a dress shirt tucked into trousers.
"Hey Quinn, I'm going to meet your sister for sushi," her brother-in-law said. It was their one hour lunch break. "Do you want to come with?"
Quinn shook her head, she already made lunch plans. "No, I'm okay. You guys have fun."
Jeff nodded. "See you guys later then."
Ella hung up the phone and they both waved the dentist off.
"Looks like Romeo's already waiting for you," the older woman nodded toward the glass window where they could see the parking lot. Santana was already there leaning on the hood of her car and talking on the phone.
Quinn smiled at the sight. Santana was wearing a white Pink Floyd tee, blue jeans, and black hi-top chucks. She had shades on and looked like an off duty celebrity in Quinn's opinion. It should be a crime to be looking that good on a day to day basis.
Over the past month, Quinn and Santana had gone on a few more dates, including the aquarium and even a double date with Sam and Mercedes. Sometimes if they didn't meet during the weekend, Santana would come by the office and they would have lunch together. Tonight, they were going to Rachel's place, but Santana wanted to meet for lunch anyway. They had so much fun together and Quinn felt her feelings growing stronger each day.
However, Quinn felt the tiniest bit unsettled. Santana and her were still in the "talking" stage and yet to put a label on anything. They clicked so well and pretty much acted like a couple, but Quinn still couldn't read her like she could read her past boyfriends. For example, Santana never really shared personal details about her family and Quinn hadn't been to her home yet, despite her having been to the Fabrays more than a handful of times. She tried to brush it off though, Santana was so sweet and she was sure her feelings were more than reciprocated.
"Ah young love," Ella teased.
The receptionist and the intern always chatted about their weekends and any interesting stories that happened. Most of the time, Quinn just talked about her friends and Santana while Ella talked about her husband and two kids.
Quinn smiled and got up. "See you in a bit, Ella."
She walked outside to the parking lot and saw Santana frown and put her phone back in her pocket.
"Hey you," she said, coming up to her and wrapping her arms around her neck.
Santana smiled. "Hi." She kissed Quinn's cheek and hugged her back.
"Who were you on the phone with?" Quinn asked curiously. They held hands as they started toward a Thai restaurant down the block.
"Just an old coworker, no one important," Santana said.
Quinn knew her tone was off, but didn't press for more.
"So Puck found a good deal on a beach house in OC and wanted to know if I was free this weekend to hang out." It was Independence Day weekend.
"Oh that sounds fun."
Santana squeezed her hand. "Would you want to come with me? Blaine and Puck's cousins are coming, too. There should be enough rooms so you could invite Sam and Mercedes."
All of Quinn's other friends already had plans. Rachel and Mike were spending it with their families, Brittany was out of town and Kurt and Tina worked on the holiday.
Quinn thought for a moment. "Okay, but I get the bed and you get the floor though."
Santana let out a small laugh. "How about we both get the bed?" She suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.
Quinn shook her head with a playful smile. She brought their intertwined hands up and pretended to bite Santana's hand and Santana exclaimed dramatically.
Lunch came and went too soon for either of their liking. Santana had paid and Quinn argued saying that she can't keep doing this. Every time Santana always told her that she could get the next one, but she somehow always managed to get to the tab before Quinn did.
On their way back, Santana noticed some dandelions and picked one up and gave it to Quinn as a form of an apology for going back on her word. Quinn couldn't be mad after that, not that she really was in the first place anyway. The chivalry was frustratingly cute.
The pair walked back to Santana's car and Quinn pecked Santana on the lips.
Santana wrinkled her nose as if to say that's all I get? Quinn giggled and leaned in, pecking her lips a couple more times.
Santana wrapped her arms around Quinn's waist and pulled her in close. She brushed her lips against her ear.
"You're such a tease," she murmured as she nibbled on her earlobe. She smirked when she felt Quinn's breath hitch.
She pulled back to let go, but a hand on her neck pulled her back in. Quinn pressed her lips to Santana's, it was soft and passionate, which Santana gladly responded to.
"Mm.. you sure you have to go back to work?" Santana mumbled against her lips.
She gave her a long kiss and nibbled on her lower lip before moving to whisper in her ear. "See you later, Rockstar."
Quinn smiled extra sweetly at Santana's dazzled look. She walked back to the office with an extra sway in her hips.
Santana regained her composure and looked after Quinn's retreating form, brown eyes focused on the girl's ass in the black skirt. Damn.. this girl.
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La Casa De Lopez
"Hey I got Chinese for lunch, you want some?" Blaine asked as he heard Santana come through the front door.
"Nah I'm good. I had Thai food with Quinn already," Santana grabbed her songbook off the coffee table and started writing some lines.
Blaine nodded and continued munching on his chicken and broccoli on the other side of the couch. He was watching Game of Thrones.
Blaine ended up accepting Santana's offer of staying in the guest bedroom. They both submitted applications to McKinley and got audition dates for the fall. Blaine was still looking for gigs on the side and Santana didn't mind the extra company. Outside of Puck, Blaine was like a brother to her. Plus, the dark haired boy was a lot tidier than she was, and he often did the dishes.
Santana pulled her phone out and quickly sent a text to Puck telling him to come over, he only lived three houses down from her. Her inspiration juices was flowing and not a minute could go to waste. She glanced over the lyrics she'd just scribbled down.
Blaine looked over at his friend and saw her in deep thought.
"You all right San?"
She didn't even look up, instead she just frowned and crossed out something in her notebook, looking annoyed.
"San?" Blaine said a little louder this time.
Santana looked up, a little startled. "What's up?"
He set his food down and turned to face her. "You look stressed. Did something happen with Quinn?"
She sighed. "No. You remember Cassandra? My publicist?"
He nodded confused. Since Santana was anonymous, Cassandra didn't really do much besides release statements for Snixx when songs got sent out. "What's the matter?"
"Puck and I did a song at his party a while ago and apparently there was an asshole there that copied it and sent it to a record label," she scoffed. "Luckily Cassandra is good friends with the owner and knew it sounded familiar right away."
"Are you worried they can't prove the song is yours?"
She waved it off. "No, I have proof to back me up and Cassandra's going to take care of it."
Blaine listened to his friend and understood her frustration.
"Now I'm trying to write something new," she motioned to her songbook. "And it just keeps popping in my head that someone's going to rip me off if I don't release it first."
Santana often wrote songs based on personal experiences, a good portion of them she never planned on releasing. Some she only wrote and sang for herself and a select few people. It was wrong for someone to just copy her song for personal gain.
Blaine placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed. "I'm sorry that happened, San. The guy's a jagoff."
She chuckled at his choice of insult.
"I know you always said you like privacy, but it's fine if you want to go public, you know? That way you can get more protection over your work," he suggested.
Santana shook her head. "Not right now. I just wish I didn't have to deal with this crap."
He smiled sympathetically and she returned a half smile. The sound of the front door opening broke them out of the heartfelt moment.
"What's up bro's, you miss Puckster already," Puck announced coming into the living room. Santana really needed to get her key back from him.
She shook off her thoughts and allowed her mind to drift back to the melody she had playing in her head before. She let out a small smirk.
"So what do you need me for?"
"Rhyme time, fellas. Blaine you get the keyboard, Puck you're on drums."
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"What about and I see forever in your eyes ," Blaine sang.
Puck thought for a moment. "It works, but it's so mushy."
Santana snorted in response.
The trio were in her basement studio and managed to put instrumentals together similar to how Santana envisioned it in her head. Blaine recorded the keyboard and Puck played the drums. Besides the first verse Santana wrote in her songbook, she hummed as they played. The tune was more on the contemporary side, almost indie pop. It was one of those songs where the lyrics just weren't coming to her.
"I think mushy is fine. It goes with the theme of the song," Blaine pointed his thumb at Santana. "Especially since our friend here is hooked on love songs atm."
Puck laughed, hi-fiving him and Santana just rolled her eyes. She looked at her phone and noticed a missed call from Rachel and a new message from Quinn.
From Quinn: They have breadsticks, do you want me to save you some?
Crap. They were running late and forgot all about Rachel's get together. Her dads, the Berry men were out of town and Rachel organized a gathering to celebrate her new part in a play.
Santana sent a text saying she'll be there soon. The three of them quickly freshened up before hopping in Santana's Audi.
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La Casa De Berry
Rachel opened the door with a wine cooler in hand. "You're here!" She exclaimed, allowing them inside before pulling each of them into a hug.
"Damn, is my little Jewish princess already buzzed?" Puck teased.
The short brunette made a face. "Noah, I'll have you know I can hold my liquor very well."
They went into the living room and greeted everyone. There was Rachel's usual gang and four other unfamiliar faces. A guy and three girls, probably her new cast mates Santana guessed.
"Where's Quinn?" She asked Kurt.
The slender boy didn't respond, he already looked tipsy and was staring between Puck and Blaine. Huh, weird. Wonder how much he had to drink.
Rachel introduced the three late-comers to everyone else. Santana smiled politely, but didn't really listen for their names. Puck moved toward the girls while Blaine took a seat next to Tina and started making conversation.
"Oh, Quinn and Biff are probably in the kitchen," Rachel said as they started a new game of Pictionary.
Santana made her way over to the kitchen and sure enough, there was a pretty boy talking to Quinn at the island. He wore a Ralph Lauren polo, had perfectly side parted glossy hair. (That could give Blaine a run for his money) He was standing way too close to Quinn. She wanted to punch his white teeth for some reason. From where she was standing, she couldn't see Quinn's face, but then Ken Doll said something that made Quinn laugh.
"There you are," Santana came up behind Quinn and wrapped her arms around her waist, kissing her cheek.
Quinn squealed at the contact, but quickly relaxed when she saw who it was.
"You made it," she smiled.
"Of course, I wanted to see you," Santana said, keeping an arm around Quinn's waist. Brown eyes calculated over to the Ken Doll. "And you are?"
Ken Doll looked between the two girls awkwardly. "Biff McIntosh."
"Santana Lopez," she shook his outstretched hand and squeezed it aggressively. Santana smirked when he grimaced. "Do you mind if I borrow Quinn? I was hoping to talk to her alone."
Biff quickly mumbled a sure and excused himself back to the living room. As soon as he left, Quinn gave Santana a look with a perfectly arched eyebrow.
"What? He was trying to flirt with you."
"He was just being nice."
"No he wasn't. I saw the way he was looking at you."
Quinn studied her for a second. "Are you jealous?"
Santana ignored the question and reached over to make herself a drink. "He shouldn't have been looking at you like that anyway."
"Like what Santana?"
"Like he had a chance," she said simply.
Quinn eyed her, thinking about whether or not she should let it go. She continued on. "Why wouldn't he have a chance?"
Santana looked at her incredulously. "Do you like talking to him or something? Should I apologize for interrupting your conversation?"
"No, but what I'm getting is you're not jealous and we're not exactly anything right now Santana."
Santana's jaw set. "Is this what this is about? I thought it was pretty obvious where we stood."
They were both staring at each other hard, neither willing to back down. Just then Blaine's head peeked over the door and he sensed the tension.
"Hey um, Rachel wants everyone to come back to play charades."
Quinn looked at Santana for another moment before brushing past her and making her way over back into the living room.
Santana sighed and downed the rest of her water. She hated this pit feeling in her stomach from arguing with Quinn.
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Ella - Holly Marie Combs (PLL)
Jeff - JP Saxe