Ch. 12: Pizza Anyone?

Hey, sorry about your nose. Delete.

Hi San! Erika Delete.

Hello Santana. I'm very sorry about your nose. Delete.

Hey San, I

"Fuck! Why can't I write a simple text! I mean, I know it's been since high school since we last talked, but back then, texts to each other would come so easily. I had loved those conversations with Santana back then. Argh!" Quinn exclaims as she tosses her phone on her bed. Quinn rubs her eyes, frustrated that she can't write out a simple text and it's been over a week since Erika gave her Santana's new number.

"Mom!" Beth shouts from her room down the hall. "What's for dinner?" With no answer, Beth bounds down the hall, pushes open the door and flops onto the bed with Quinn, landing on the unlocked phone in the process. "Mooooooooom, what's for dinner?"

Exasperated, Quinn lifts her arm off her face to look at her daughter. "Chinese?" Beth shakes her head. "Mexican?" Another shake of the head. "Pizza?" Beth nods her head slowly. "With pineapples, jalapenos and extra bacon?" Beth's eyes light up as she nods her head vigorously. "Okay. Let me get my phone and place an order for us right now." Quinn gropes for her phone, which she thought she dropped on the other side of her bed, but can't find it. "Hey, do you see my phone?"

Beth shrugs, but then pushes up to her elbows, uncovering the phone. "Oh, here Mom. I must have landed on it when I was attempting to pile drive you. I'm going to go shower, so call me when the pizza is here, please. I can taste the extra bacon already!"

"Piledriving. I swear, one of these days I'm going to murder your father for the things he teaches you," Quinn shakes her head, chuckling at the retreating form of her daughter. "But at least you got my love of bacon, so you are my kid. Now, to place that pizza order." When Quinn goes to unlock her phone, she swipes out of her text app to her contact list without paying any attention, places their order, and then locks her phone, deciding to instead look over some of her briefings from work for the next day while she waits for the pizza to come. Twenty-five minutes later, the doorbell rings and a gangly teenaged girl whips out a hot and fresh pizza. Quinn pays her the price of the pizza and tips her well for getting there quickly since she knows she's right on the edge of the delivery line, then heads back inside the house to call Beth down to eat. Soon, all thoughts about work, soccer and what to say to Santana in that god forsaken text are all forgotten as the Fabray women dig into slices of their pizza pies.

1927: Unknown Number – Hey San, I

It's nearly 9pm by the time Santana arrives back home. She's greeted by a happy, slobbering Onyx. Though she's not too sure if Onyx is happy because she's home or because she's carrying a pizza box in hand. If it was her, Santana would choose the mouthwatering pizza over herself any day. In fact, she's refused to go out to party some nights because of this pizza. The only downfall of the pizza is that it's across town. But hey, you do what you have to do for pizza, right? "Who's a good boy? You're such a good boy!" Santana exclaims as she sets down the pizza box to rub Onyx's head. "And good boys deserve treats!" Santana gets Onyx a treat from the cupboard and vies it to him after he obeys a series of commands spoken in German. Once Onyx has his treat, he happily patters away to his bed in Santana's room and lays down. "Oh, I see how it is," Santana says with a hand on her hip and in a singsong voice, "you only want me for food! Well, that's okay because Mami has had a long week and is going to soak in the tub while she devours her pineapple, jalapeno extra bacon pizza and cannolis and washes it all down with a nice bottle of wine. Thank fuck it's Friday!"

Santna heads through her bedroom to her adjoining bathroom, discarding her clothes in a pile as she makes her way to the porcelain clawfoot tub. Soon, the water is ready, nearly reaching the top, lightly scented from the bath bomb used, and just the perfect temperature for a much-needed self-therapy session. "All I need now is some music," Santana says to herself as she takes a bite of pizza before pouring herself a glass of wine. Santana grabs her phone, unlocking it without paying attention to the lock screen notification. When she goes to select her music app, she sees a notification on her text app. "It's probably just Erika, looking to see if I want to do something tonight or this weekend. Should I wait to answer it or should I reply back now?" she asks Onyx who had wandered into the bathroom. Onyx just stares before making himself comfortable on the fuzzy rub near the tub. "You're no help, but what did I expect?" Santana jokes. "I might as well answer now so she doesn't blow up my phone all night or show up unexpectedly!"

Santana opens the text app, confused when she sees that it's an unknown number that sent her a message.

Hey San, I

Santana reads the text out loud. "Hey San, I. Well, I don't recognize the number or the area code. And I don't remember giving my number out to anyone recently since all the women I meet seem to just want me for one thing and I'm past that. Kind of weirded out because it's my personal number and I don't know who this is or how they got my number, but they clearly know me since they called me by nickname. Only one way to find out!" Santana exclaims, hitting call on the unknown number. Because really, what fun would it be to have to wait to see if the person would reply back to a text when a call would be so much faster?

After what seems like forever, the phone finally rolls over to voicemail. "Hello. You've reached the voicemail box of Quinn Fabray. I'm sorry that I can't answer the phone right now, so feel free to leave a message after the beep. Or shoot me a text. I'll probably answer that faster. Bye!" Santana quickly hangs up the phone before she can leave a message. "Quinn?" Santana questions, dumbfounded. "But…how?" Confused, Santana quickly sends out two texts before putting her phone on airplane mode, so as to not be disturbed until the morning. When reaching for the bottle of wine to pour another glass, she quickly forgoes the glass and just brings the whole bottle with her into the tub.