A/N: Finally got this chapter up for you guys. It's kind of a filler chapter, so bare with me.
Disclaimer: I sadly, do not own Glee or it's characters :(
When Rachel woke up the next morning she felt refreshed and extremely happy. She couldn't get the date with Quinn out of her, and her soft lips, and those bright hazel eyes; just thinking about it made her stomach fill with butterflies. Rachel giggled to herself as she hopped up to head to Santana's room. The Latina was already asleep when she got home so she didn't get to gush over the amazing blonde. Rachel pushed open the door to see her roommate lying on her stomach and half of her hanging off the bed. She chuckled as she walked over to push Santana fully on the bed. There were a few grumbled curse words, but the Latina still didn't wake up.
"San," Rachel whined, and Santana lifted up her sheets without moving the rest of her body to allow Rachel to crawl under. Rachel snuggled up next to the Latina before talking in a soft whisper, "Do you want to hear about my date?" There was a grunt and a few muffled words, so Rachel took that as the go ahead to continue. "So she took me to this little coffee shop where people sometimes perform monologues and scenes from famous Broadway shows, it was amazing 'Tana!"… "I still can't believe I'd never heard of that place. I'll have to take you some time." Rachel thought aloud as Santana let out a choked laughed which Rachel either ignored or just didn't hear. It was too hard to tell with how engrossed she was in telling the story. "So after that we went for dinner, and it was so perfect, we just sat and talked about her and about me, and about school, friends and family. Then when it came time to order she ordered something that wasn't on the menu because she remembered I was vegan. But that's not even the best part… San are listening?" Rachel stopped, curious if her best friend had fallen back asleep. Rachel watched as the Latina nodded, face still buried in the pillow, before continuing. "Right, so as we were walking back to the car, she pulled out ice cream. Berry flavored vegan ice cream. And she was all excited and adorable about it. I asked her if she wanted some, but she said no, but I wasn't going to except that so after some light convincing she finally had some, and by the time it was finished she had eaten more of it than me." Santana smiled to herself. She could tell how happy Rachel was due to the lack of breathing during her ramble about the date. "It was cute; she was all bashful about it. Anyway so when we finally made it back here, she walked me up to the door downstairs, and asked for second date which I of course agreed to, and then we just stood there smiling at each other, after awhile I figured she was just waiting for me to go inside-"
"What she didn't have the balls to kiss you?" Santana joked, being sure to raise her head for the split second to ensure Rachel heard.
"San!" Rachel slapped her arm playfully. "You didn't even let me finish." Santana gave a slight wave of her hand signaling for Rachel to continue. "As I was saying, I figured she was waiting for me to go inside, but just as I unlocked the door she pulled me back around and kissed me… 'Tana it was like the most perfect kiss ever-"
"I think I'm offended by that Rachel," Santana finally sat up, and gave the tiny brunette a small kiss on the cheeks as Rachel beamed up at her.
"Oh don't be ridiculous Santana; you're on a whole other spectrum when it comes to best kisser."
"That's what I like to hear."
"I'm sure it is. Any who, I'm going to go get cleaned up and make breakfast then we can talk about your night." Rachel gave Santana a quick hug before hopping up and out of her room.
Santana laughed as she walked the brunette with an extra pep in her step walked out of her room. Just then her work phone began to ring. She pulled it out of her drawer and answered. "This is Deputy Lopez."
Half an hour later Santana emerged from her bedroom dressed in jeans and a plain gray v-neck, with a block duffel bag over her shoulder. "San?" Rachel was in the kitchen preparing to make breakfast for the two when she saw the distressed brunette. Santana stopped and looked at the smaller girl. "What's going on, you look worried?"
"Uh, yeah." She wasn't sure what to say, she just really had to get going. "Rach, I- uh- I gotta go. Puck- Puck really needs for stuff. I'll call you later okay?" And before Rachel could call Santana on her bullshit she was gone.
"Hello?" Bonnie answered her phone as she worked to break into a man's house.
"Hey Bon, quick question?"
"What's up Quinn?"
"I was thinking of asking Rachel if she wanted to have lunch tomorrow, what do you think?"
"Go for it."
"Yeah?"
"Yep," Bonnie looked around before slipping into the house and pulling on gloves.
"Cool, I'll call her now… what are you doing?"
"I'm in Roe's place." Bonnie picked up a picture, "I'll let you know if I come up with anything."
"Alright."
Quinn was in her office, supposedly working on a case, but really she was thinking about the next time she would get to see a certain brunette. A huge goofy smile threatened to take over the blonde's face as she remembered the perfect kiss they had shared; it sent chills down her spine and to lower regions just thinking about it. Quinn pulled out her cell phone, about to call said brunette when her office phone rang.
"Quinn Fabray," she answered.
"Hi Quinnie." Quinn smiled at the familiar nickname.
"Hey you, what's up?"
"We're about to get on our second to last flight because we're flying in early and thought maybe we could meet up with you tomorrow before lunch to talk about some stuff. Maybe having you as a private lawyer instead of just with the studio."
"Yeah, we can do that. I'll have Vicki schedule you in."
"Perfect. I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow Quinn."
"Bye." Quinn hung up and proceeded with her original task. The phone rang twice before there was an answer.
"Hello."
"Hi, Rachel, it's Quinn."
Rachel laughed, "Hello Quinn, you know you don't have to tell me it's you every time you call. I know."
"Right, sorry. I just didn't want to assume."
Rachel chuckled, she pictured Quinn might have been palming the back of her neck (which she was), Rachel found the habit cute. "It's okay. So what can I do for you Quinn Fabray?" She said slightly teasing.
"Well I was wandering if I could take you to lunch tomorrow? Maybe around twelve?"
"I would love that?"
"Great. I will pick you up at twelve."
"Sounds perfect."
Even though neither girl was in front of the other they couldn't resist flashing their best smiles. "I should probably get back to work."
"Yes of course. I didn't mean to keep you."
"You didn't, to be honest I've been putting it off all morning."
"Really? Why is that?" Rachel was genuinely curious.
"I've had a certain brunette on my mind since last night," Rachel couldn't help the blush that graced her cheeks. "I think maybe now, my work has better chance though since I get to see said girl tomorrow. Can I call you later?"
"Of course."
"Okay, bye Rachel."
"Bye Quinn."
"Sherouse!" Fourteen hours after leaving her apartment Santana was standing in the middle of a Dallas Texas bank in front of an escaped fugitive with a six year old girl in his arms and knife at her throat. "Come on man, just let the girl go."
"What so you can take me down. I don't think so."
"Sherouse, we're not going to kill you. Just let her go."
"No! Listen to me if you want her alive you're going to give me all of my demands or I swear to God I'll killer her." He emphasized his point by pressing the blade harder against the girl's neck, drawing a little blood in the process, and causing her to yelp.
"Okay!" Santana shouted, just wanting him to stop. "What do you want?"
"A plane, and I want it here in twenty minutes, or she dies."
"Sherouse you know I can't get you a plane in twenty minutes."
"Fine. Then she dies."
"Please don't let him kill me please." Green eyes filled with fear and tears pleaded with Santana's.
"You're not going to die, I promise."
"Don't make promises you can't keep Lopez."
"San," Puck spoke through Santana's ear piece. He was on the roof of a building across from the bank. "I've got a shot if you're willing to take a graze. Just give me the signal." Santana took a deep breath and lowered her head to make it look like she was thinking. Puck took the shot and it went straight through Sherouse's shoulder causing him to drop the knife.
"Come here," Santana held out her arm to the girl who immediately ran into it while another six or seven Marshal stormed in and apprehended the fugitive. "Johnson," one of the Marshals looked up. "Take her to her mom." He nodded and escorted the girl out; Santana following behind so she could get the graze from the bullet taken care of.
Puck met Santana by the ambulance where she was being patched up. "How you feeling?" He asked placing a hand on her shoulder.
She shrugged. "I'm alright, nothing I can't handle. Although I'm a little scared since I'll be heading home to bare the wrath of Rachel Berry."
"Why? What happened?" Puck knew that wrath all too well and was actually kind of worried for his friend.
"I lied to her face this morning."
Puck shook his head at the Latina, "You really should just tell her."
"I could say the same to you."
"True."
"Yeah, so why don't you just go make sure we're good to head home while I finish up here."
"Alright whatever." Puck smiled and jogged off to the group of Marshals to get the needed information.
Santana walked into her apartment around one in the morning to find Rachel on the couch watching T.V. "Hey Rach," she dropped her bag next to the couch.
"Hey, how's Puck?" Rachel's voice was emotionless, that was never a good sign. It also didn't help her situation that she hadn't called Rachel to let her know she was okay.
"He's alright. Just some minor stuff. It was an easy fix."
"That's good."
"Yeah," Santana sat down next to Rachel, making sure her hurt arms was away from her. "So," she began, not sure how to tackle this.
"So what'd you really do?"
"What?"
"Don't act stupid Santana. It's one o'clock in the morning and I haven't heard from you all day which of course caused me to worry. Plus we both know you know I know that you were lying earlier. I just don't get why. We're best friends; you're supposed to trust me."
"I do Rachel. I trust you more than anyone, I just- I couldn't tell you about that."
"Are you in some typed of trouble 'Tana?" Rachel turned so she was facing the Latina.
"No Rachel I'm not in any type of trouble."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"Then it's okay. I mean you're allowed to have life outside of me, just don't lie to me okay?"
"Okay," Santana nodded. "So are we okay?"
"Of course," Rachel said nuzzling into the side of Santana who wrapped an arm around her. They sat in silence for a few minutes before noise from outside the door which continued into the door being open pulled their attention. Both girls were currently sitting at home which meant it could only be one person.
Rachel immediately shot up from her spot beside the Latina and into the arms of one of her best friends, a huge smile on her face. "BRITT!"
Not much happened in this chapter, but that's so the grounds for the next chapter could be set up. Brittany has made her appearance which I'm excited about (and hope you are too)and along with Brittany comes another who we'll see in next chapter.
Why Santana is not a big fan of Quinn was touched on slightly at the beginning, so continue to shoot me your thoughts on that. I promise It'll be revealed soon. I recently changed up the reason though so it could kind of go with that thought process. If anyone can come up with the main reason though I will write three one-shots based on whatever prompts you choose (Glee related) :)
Now that you guys know Santana and Puck are U.S Marshals (which is how she got the file on Quinn) how do you feel about that? Anything in particular you would like to see?
And final question, who do you guys think Quinn was on the phone with?
Review, review, review! I love knowing what you guys think.