30 minutes had passed and Santana still couldn't believe that Puck was here. They were currently seated and were watching their friends make fools of themselves on the dance floor, much like they had as freshmen only the teasing was in good fun now.

"So how much convincing did it take for Berry to convince you to do this whole shenanigan? Did she promise to show you her granny panties?"

Puck laughed and waved at Rachel who was excitedly waving at him. "No way, I'd do anything for my hot, Jewish momma."

Santana grimaced at the image of Puck and Rachel making out. She'd made out with both and both were impressive (Rachel was definitely surprising) but the image of two people who were like family to her just nauseated her to no end.

"You're such a dweeb."

"A badass dweeb." Puck leaned in and smiled cockily.

Santana pushed his face back and got up in need of another drink. Since Puck was here she may as well get a little loose. She trusted Kurt and Mike to look out for her and make sure she didn't do anything too stupid.

Her movements were put on hold when she caught the backside of a blonde. Santana knew who it was the second her eyes saw the hair down in waves. It seemed like tonight was just full of surprises. Reunion parties were all about reminiscing on your past and seeing people you haven't seen in forever, but this was a little too much for her.

She quickly smoothed out her lucky red dress and tried to stop her hands from shaking. 'You're Santana fucking Lopez. Nothing scares you. You're still the hottest piece of ass anyone in this school has ever seen and undoubtedly the best sex she has ever had. Just be cool.'

"As I live and breathe." Santana already hated the way this was going.

The blonde's shoulders tensed as she turned. But when she saw that it was just Santana her face broke out in a supernova. For moment, a very long moment, Santana forgot how to breathe. All she could see was that damn fucking smile.

"Hey there Fabgay, long time no see."

"It's good to see you too Santana."

God, and there was that damn raspy voice that haunted her dreams.

"The last time we hadn't heard from you until a reunion here you had Bart with you, should I be expecting another rich man to pop out?"

Quinn rolled her eyes but there was no malice in it, only amusement. Santana smirked back in return. Pushing Quinn's buttons had always been one of her favorite hobbies, watching the blonde get all riled up. It was too easy to do!

"Biff will not be joining us, or any other rich man for that matter." Quinn clarified with a drawl.

Quinn steadied Santana with a simmering gaze. It was egging Santana on, daring her to make the next move. Even after ten years Santana was still accustomed to the battle with Quinn. She knew when the older girl was up for a fight and when or what her next move would be. She could differentiate from all the types of anger and what she wanted to get out of you. She knew what to expect with the former HBIC. It was like a game of chess.

Santana knew Quinn wanted her to make the next move but not what move that would be. Did she want her to make some snide comment in return? Or did she want a flirtatious remark? The way Quinn's eyes were simmering green instead of hazel reminded her of that night at Mr.Schue's wedding, and a few other nights.

It wasn't like Santana didn't want Quinn because she did. Fuck she wanted her so bad she was willing to take her to the nearest bathroom and fuck her right there. Quinn aroused her unlike anyone else, with that drawling voice and hazel-green eyes and fake golden hair. But she hadn't heard from Quinn in a long time. Longer than the last time she saw Puck and she didn't even live an hour from him.

"I'm surprised you were able to make it past Berry without her noticing."

By now Rachel would be clinging to Quinn and flooding her with questions and staring at her with big puppy eyes. Even after becoming a Broadway star and becoming far more successful than Quinn, she still looked up to the blonde (figuratively and literally). At first it was cute but now it was just sad. Santana wished Rachel would just accept that she was right which was that she was more talented than anyone else in high school and stop comparing herself to Quinn. High school was so ten years ago.

"When I got in I didn't see you guys. I've just been sitting off to the side waiting for the inevitable with Rachel." Quinn smiled teasingly at the end.

Looking at Quinn in all her serene beauty and genuine-ness, she realized just how much she had missed Quinn the past two and a half years.

"How about you indulge me in a song?" Santana inspected Quinn with a closer look.

"Did you and Rachel swap bodies or something? Is this some Freaky Friday situation?"

Santana grabbed Quinn's hand and resisted the urge to run her thumb across her skin. Quinn always did take good job of her skin, guess it was a sort of PTSD thing from her acne when she was younger.

"First of all, don't ever compare me and Berry in that way ever again. I can't imagine being that short or wearing those fugly sweaters."

"You're two inches taller than her, there's not that big of a difference."

Santana pretended not to hear Quinn which earned her an eye roll. "Second of all, I'm just getting my looks in for the day. If I don't have attention from a group of people at least once a day I get shaky."

"That still sounds like something Rachel would say." Quinn concluded with a nod.

Santana shot Quinn a glare before turning to the DJ. Quinn chuckled and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She'd been needing a haircut for a month now but was too busy to get around to it. Quinn tried not to laugh because Santana was laying it on thick with the flirting. She didn't think the DJ looked at Santana's face once during their conversation.

With a proud smile Santana led them on to the stage. Two microphone stands were brought over to them and Quinn tried not to focus on how scratchy her voice probably was. She hadn't sung professionally in years, not since her junior year in college when helping Rachel reboot the glee club. Of course there was singing in the shower but that was completely different.

"Alright losers, 14 years ago you had the extreme pleasure of spending four glorious years with our smokin hot asses. Now I know you probably haven't gotten your rocks off in a while so here's a free show for you guys."

There were some whoops from the crowd which turned out to be Puck, Mike, and Mercedes. Kurt smiled widely and gave them two thumbs up.

"Take your clothes up!" Rachel hollered into an the silent gymnasium before colliding with Mike's side.

Santana looked to the side clearly at a loss as to what to say to that.

"Alright then." Santana muttered followed by a whistle from somewhere in the crowd.

"Wait, what song-" The rest of Quinn's question was drowned out with the beginning of the song playing.

Santana gave a slight nod in Quinn's direction and she knew that meant it was up to her. 'She's lucky I know this song.'

"I didn't ask for a free ride

I only asked you to show me a real good time."

Quinn looked at Santana as she sang the next line, her intentions clear in her smile and the song.

"I never asked for the rainfall

At least I showed up, you showed me nothing at all."

"It's coming down on me." Santana intercepted.

"Water like misery." Quinn sang.

"It's coming down on me." Santana repeated.

"I'm ready, rain on me." Both harmonized.

As the bass dropped both girls started dancing to it. By now everyone was dancing up and down or grinding against each other. Rachel was practically in Mike's arms as they jumped together.

"I'd rather be dry, but at least I'm alive." Quinn's angelic voice soared across the room like Mr.Sandman.

"Rain on me, rain, rain

Rain on me, rain, rain." Santana did the backup for Quinn with a hotly glance.

They finished up the chorus and post chorus together with Santana shooting into the second verse.

"Livin' in a world where no one's innocent

Oh, but at least we try, mmm

Gotta live my truth, not keep it bottled in

So I don't lose my mind, baby, yeah." Santana made a point of looking directly at Quinn on the word baby.

Quinn felt a delicious shudder run down her back and throughout her entire body. Her body was humming with adrenaline from the performance but there was a different kind of humming in her heart and between her legs.

"I can feel it on my skin." Santana slid the microphone from it's stand and turned towards Quinn.

"It's comin' down on me." Quinn repeated Santana's own actions with half as much sultry.

"Teardrops on my face." At this point Santana was undressing Quinn right there on stage.

"Water like misery." Quinn's voice was so soft yet strong, it took Santana's breath away almost causing her to miss her line.

"Let it wash away my sins."

"It's coming down on me." Quinn repeated, raising her head back slightly.

"Let it wash away, yeah." Santana finished.

Both turned back towards the crowd as they sand the chorus for the second time. Santana was clapping and getting the crowd going even more. When it got to the bridge Santana was all serious, like she was in a music video. Quinn followed suite and stood in the center of the stage like Wonder Woman.

"Hands up to the sky." Both women raised their arms in front of them and slowly brought them down, staring into the crowd with stony, exotic expressions.

"I'll be your galaxy

I'm about to fly

Rain on me, tsunami." Quinn finished by herself.

Santana joined her for the next part. "Hands up to the sky

I'll be your galaxy

I'm about to fly

Rain on me (rain on me)."

They sang the last chorus together with each taking turns to do a run or a high note. Both danced around the stage swiftly like birds but elegantly like lions. The crowd was in chaos as they danced all over the fucking place. It was like they were teenagers again.

"I hear the thunder comin' down

Won't you rain on me?

Eh, eh, yeah (Rain on, woo)." Santana sang with Quinn backing her up.

They repeated it again before finishing together with a firm, "Rain on me."

As soon as they were done they just stood there and bowed their heads. When they heard the crowd cheering and whistling they burst into giddy smiles and raised their heads. Both of their bodies were still thrumming from the adrenaline and their cheeks burned with pride at being able to pull it off. There was the familiar swell in their chests that everyone in glee club knew you could only experience from doing something you love, especially with someone you care about: performing.

They took off down the steps and Quinn could already feel the side effects in her wobbly legs and tight, lower back. She wasn't going to complain though. She hadn't performed in seven years and until now she hadn't realize how much she had missed that, especially with Santana by her side.

"Oh my gosh, you guys! You were amazing!" Rachel screeched crushing them both in hugs.

Quinn was already winded and Rachel's hug made her stop breathing altogether.

"Did you expect anything less than perfection?" Santana asked airily.

"I swear, your ego gets bigger every time I see you." Kurt shook his head.

"But you love me." Santana squeezed Kurt's cheeks.

Kurt shrugged her off and took off in the opposite direction. Santana quickly followed, bright smile and jokes in hand. Quinn was taken in by Rachel, just as predicted, with Mercedes throwing her head back in laughter behind her at something Mike had said.

Rachel had gone through seven cups of water at Breadstix and had gone to the bathroom exactly seven times. She had finished her whole meal and wasn't as drunk anymore. Well, she was still clinging to Mike but she wasn't laughing at everything or constantly burping.

They had been in this sticky booth for over an hour reminiscing on the good days and catching up on the busy and dreary days. Laughing the same way in the same booth they had ten years ago was making Santana feel disoriented. This was 2022 right? Everyone had their own lives to attend to, too busy with jobs and new people to meet up. Finn was gone and McKinley had turned into a music school. Sue was vice president and Mr.Schue had five kids. They were no longer competing for solos in the choir room or fighting for popularity or engrossed in petty, teenage drama.

It sure as hell didn't feel like time had moved on though. If Santana closed her eyes and listened to Mercedes and Rachel bicker and Puck make an inappropriate joke, it would be 2012. But then she'd open her eyes and she'd be able to look at Quinn in ways she used to be too reluctant to, and Quinn would be meeting her gaze unabashed.

Truth be told Santana spent more time eyefucking Quinn from across the table to pay much attention to anything else. She had Kurt to her right and Puck to her left with Mercedes on the other side of Puck. Next to Mercedes was Quinn and then Mike and Rachel. It was pretty obvious how Santana's head was tilted slightly to the left but the only one to notice was Kurt and Mercedes who shockingly kept their mouths shut.

"Are you and Kitty going through a rough patch?" Santana asked.

"Of course not! Actually, we've never been better. I've just finished my fourth Broadway show and she's done modeling, producing music, and is getting ready to do her own album. Our sex life is amazing and every Friday is movie night. Why would you ask such a thing?" Rachel took a bite out of her breadstick as if she hadn't just gone on a big rant.

"I only ask because you've been dry humping Chang Chang over here the whole night."

Puck burst into laughter while Quinn tried to be more discrete. Mike moved away from Rachel.

"I beg your pardon?" Rachel's face was gleaming beat red and her brown eyes were a storm. She looked like she had ten years ago whenever Santana antagonized her.

"I beg your pardon?" Santana mocked in an old ladies voice.

Santana could hear Quinn snigger from across the table and over the laughter of Mercedes. Ever since freshmen years on the Cheerios, the two co captains had their hearing trained to hear each other in case there were any last minute changes to the routine which helped for Glee club performances as well. Santana was able to hear every noise Quinn made and every curse uttered under her breath the night of Mr.Schue's wedding.

Her dark, brown eyes met honey, hazel ones. It was like they were in their own soundproof room, no sound and no person could penetrate their moment. It was another thing that started from Cheerios and flourished into something stronger and more intense.

"Move it Hummel, unless you want me to empty my bladder into your lap."

Kurt quickly scrambled out of Santana's way to allow her access to the restroom facilities.

"I need to relieve myself as well." Rachel was much more proper and discrete about her need for the restroom.

"Jesus Berry, can I not use the restroom without you up my ass? My vagina works the same as yours."

"Shut up." Rachel quipped with a smack to her arm.

Rachel had some difficulty with her dress at first which earned her another snide comment from Santana. Nothing else was said until they were washing their hands. Santana could feel Rachel's eyes constantly fitting back to her as she fixed her makeup. She only did that when she wanted to talk about something serious. 'Great.'

"You and Quinn did a prodigious job on stage." It was only an opener, bait for a conversation about Quinn. Santana wasn't going to bite.

"Thanks."

If she kept it short then Rachel would be forced to keep throwing out bait until she asked what it was she wanted to ask. Santana knew she had to leave the bathroom or else Rachel would cave and ask what she wanted to.

"You seem to miss her."

There was so much depth and vulnerability in the assumption, it twisted Santana up inside. What are you suppose to feel when you haven't seen someone in 916 days? Four years of high school spent jointed at the hip, college was tough but there were reunions in Lima and the occasional meet up. But then the visits became less and less and the text messages stale. Next thing you know, you've spent 916 days without seeing someone whom you considered to be your best friend.

Only Quinn wasn't just a best friend, she hadn't been for nine years now. Maybe she really never was.

"Of course I do."

Santana didn't want to expand on that and thankfully Rachel picked up on it. Over the years Rachel had learned when she had pushed enough and when she shouldn't push at all with Santana. It made it easier to seek her out and confide in her when needing someone.

"How come you never told me you had the hots for Berry man? I totally could have hooked you up with my Jewish momma." Puck teased.

"Oh shut up man." Mike tossed some of his breadstick at Puck.

Mercedes laughed and angled her body to the blonde on her left. She had seen the way Quinn and Santana had been looking at each other all night, like if they were to look away for just a second they'd disappear and never be heard from again. Mercedes couldn't imagine what it'd be like to be cut off from someone who was a part of your soul for two years and hoped she never would have to.

Quinn was still gazing off in the direction of the bathrooms, just awaiting the return of her petite, brunette friends.

"How have you been?" Mercedes asked in a low voice.

Quinn looked at Mercedes and balked. Those were four words she had become so used to the past two years that they felt like her name. Someone could ask someone else that question and she'd think it was directed towards her.

"Good. Better." Quinn smiled and nodded her head along with her statement.

It's a question that makes sense at reunions like this, it was a normal question. Except her life wasn't normal and hardly ever made any sense.

"Well you definitely look it girl."

Quinn threw her head back in an attempt to hide her blush. She hated to admit it, she didn't want to be one of those people, but when you took care of yourself it was easy to feel good about yourself and look good. All her life she didn't take care of herself. First she was overweight, then she was underweight, always watching her diet like a hawk. Even as an adult she acted like Sue Sylvester would kick her off the Cheerios if she ate two carbs over what she was suppose to. She didn't want to be Lucy Caboosey again.

Finally she learned to just let go. It wasn't easy but it worked, for the most part at least.

"It is a little nerve wracking, being this close to Santana in over two years. Feels like Sectionals sophomore year all over again." Quinn chuckled nervously. She had never been so open about her feelings before.

"Wait, is this the first time you two?" Kurt trailed off because everyone knew who he was talking about.

Quinn didn't know what to say so she just nodded her head. A simple yeah wasn't a proper answer, it undermined the severity of the question and the answer itself. There was a whole conversation to be had about their sudden reunion, one that would have to wait because part of the conversation was returning to the table along with one Rachel Berry.

"So, what did we miss?" Rachel looked around at everyone smiling.

Santana rolled her eyes so far back Kurt was sure they would get stuck there. It was comforting to Quinn to know that some things never changed.

(AN)

Here's the second chapter! I didn't post last night because Friday was my birthday so my best friend spent the weekend with me. I'm suppose to get my Naya tattoo Saturday with my dad as a bday present so I'll have to find a time to post chapter three that day or the next day.

Quinn's finally here!

The Rain On Me performance was a little choppy because it's hard to write performances so I'm sorry for that.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Until next week.