A/N- Thank you for all of the great reviews! I love that you guys like this. Let me know if you spot any mistakes, I'm currently searching for a Beta. Songs used: Cooler Than Me- Mike Posner, Toxic- Brittany Spears (More like the Melanie Martinez cover)

Disclaimer- If I owned Glee, Naya would have a lot more lines.

Chapter 2- Toxic

Hours later, Quinn woke up by herself. She could still smell the faint scent of Santana's perfume on her pillow, reminding her that it wasn't just a dream. She looked on her nightstand for her phone, but it wasn't there. In it's place there was a glass of water and two small white pills.

"So she has a heart," Quinn mumbled to herself before placing the pills on her tongue and downing the water. She checked the time and cursed under her breath. It was already six. She'd slept the day away again. She rolled out of bed and started towards her kitchen. Quinn's apartment was small. It was cozy, but damn small. It was hardly a two story. When one first walks through the front door, they are greeted with a living room with a small thirty inch TV that sits on a cardboard box, and two small brown couches. To the left was a narrow staircase that lead to her bedroom and bathroom, and to the right there was a small kitchen and a table with two chairs. The apartment wasn't chic, but it was the closest to a home she'd had in a long time. And she was still paying it off.

Quinn turned on the tiny radio that sat on the kitchen counter, only to hear (none other than) the Santana Lopez. Quinn rolled her eyes but kept it on, softly swaying her hips to Santana's raspy voice while beating eggs in a small bowl. She didn't hear the door open.

"Oh, a dance party. I can get with that." Someone said from behind her. Quinn chuckled dryly and slowly poured the egg goo in her pan.

"Hey Motta," she said without facing her guest. Sugar hopped on the counter closest to Quinn with a disappointed scowl on her face.

"Where were you last night?" She asked Quinn. She received a shrug in return.

"I needed a night off."

"You know you shouldn't have done that. Come on, Q. Daddy can't just give away a paycheck." Sugar's father was the boss of where Quinn worked. Quinn hated it, but she needed it.

"I know, I know. Don't baby me." Quinn flipped her omelette.

"You leave me no choice. You're fucking broke, and you skipped out on work for the third night in a row. You may be book smart, but you're acting like a dumbass."

Quinn didn't reply. She just put the omelette on a paper plate and sat it on Sugar's lap, then started up another.

"You got laid last night, didn't you." Sugar stated more than asked.

"No. Why?" Quinn asked in a quiet voice.

"First off, I just called you a dumbass and you didn't even bother to try to kick me out this time. You totally sucked the fun out of it. Second, it smells like...nice in here." Sugar picked at the omelette, but didn't even try to eat it. She knew the eggs were probably a few days expired.

"Well, maybe incompetent loser insults from you don't bother me anymore. And second, I'm cooking. Of course it smells good." Quinn shrugged. Santana did leave a certain scent.

"You always cook and it taste and smells like shit."

"You still eat it."

"If I didn't, I'd starve and die and no one would tell you to go to work and you'd starve and die too. And we don't want that, now do we?" Sugar said through a mouthful of mediocre omelette.

"I guess we don't." Quinn put hers on a plate and went to her table. Sugar followed.

"You changed the subject. Who was she? She wears spiced vanilla perfume, the real kind. I should know, I used to own it."

"An old friend." Quinn tried to force back a smile, but a small one peeked through.

"Well, whoever it is, keep them around."

Meanwhile, at Hotel Del…

"San! Hurry up!" Santana heard Puck bang on the front door of her hotel room. She rolled her eyes and ignored him.

"Damnit, Puck! I'll come out when I'm ready!" She called back after he knocked again. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and puckered her lips. She'd taken Quinn's red lipstick. It's not like she couldn't afford her own, but Quinn's was...nice. Old habits die hard. She smirked at the thought of last night's encounter, but it faded when she thought about how disappointed Quinn was when she'd left at six AM. After slipping her (Quinn's) lipstick in her handbag, she spun on her heel and walked away from the mirror.

"Finally." Puck breathed when Santana opened the door. Santana rolled her eyes.

"Ready, dofus?" She asked.

"I've been ready for the past fifteen minutes," Puck muttered. Santana glared at him until his anger gradually disappeared, which was only a matter of seconds. "You gonna disappear on me again, Lopez?" He asked as he put his arm around her shoulders. Santana smiled at the thought of Quinn again, but dropped it before Puck noticed.

"It's likely."

"Who was she?" Puck asked her. They snuck through the back way of the hotel.

"Just an old friend."

"Yeah, I got the text. Do I know her? We have the same old friends."

Santana shrugged. "Maybe." Puck more than 'knew' Quinn. She had his child, for Christ's sake.

"Ohh, so she's a secret! You better not be cheating on me, honey," Puck smiled cheekily. Santana shoved his arm. The media started seeing how close she and Puck were, and no matter how much she told them she was strictly-tittly (boy boobs are a no), they insisted.

"Pucktana is never going to happen." She told him. He opened the passenger door of his Chevy Malibu for her.

"Oh, how you wound me." Puck chuckled. He walked around the car and slid into the driver's seat. "You ready for this?"

"It's just a small gig," Santana shrugged. "We've had bigger crowds."

"But this crowd will be half naked and fine as hell," Puck smirked as he turned the key.

"Pig," Santana laughed.

Puck looked at her with the most serious expression he could manage. Then let out two snorts. "Oink oink, baby." He laughed. "Sweet Mota, here we come!" He pulled out and sped down the street. By the time they pulled up to the building, it was just past ten o'clock.

"Quinn Fabray," Mr. Mota greeted. His jaw was clenched. Obviously, he was upset with her skipping out on work.

"Yes?" Quinn asked. Sugar linked her arm through Quinn's to offer some support. She knew he wanted to help, but this was his business. No one messes with a Mota's money.

"I have a feeling you know what I'm going to say."

"I do," Quinn shifted on the balls of her feet.

"Then I don't want to waste time saying it. Last chance. Get dressed."

"Thank you," Quinn said. Mr. Motta nodded his head. When the girls were out of his office, Sugar laughed. "What's so funny?" Quinn asked.

"Him. You. You guys are all serious and formal. I still don't see why you even work here." Sugar asked. They went to the Girls Changing Room.

"Because, if I don't I'd starve to death and die." Quinn quoted Sugar.

"Not if you'd just let us take care of you. You're basically family, Q." Sugar told her as Quinn shimmied out of her jeans and into the black short shorts that said 'Sweet Mota' on the butt. "Not that I don't like seeing you in those."

"Okay, no. If I'm going to pay rent, it will be with the money I earn. And, are you sure you're not gay, Mota?" Quinn smirked.

"Oh you wish." Sugar laughed unevenly. Quinn cocked her head to the side and put on her black tank top.

"I'm just happy I'm not on dancer duty tonight. I'm really tired."

"Oh, no one is," Sugar said, "There's a performance tonight."

"Who?" Last time it was Usher. The crowd was crazy, she'd never served that many drinks in her life.

"Pucktana." Sugar told her. Quinn nearly fell over. She swallowed thickly and eyed her friend.

"Nuh uh."

"Uh huh. Puck and Santana are performing tonight. Daddy saw them as up and coming and he's thinking of starting a record label. He just wants to see them live first." Sugar stopped to take a breath. "Q, why are you so red?"

Quinn shook her head. "No reason, it's just hot in here."

"Do you need to get some air?"

"No, I just- I um, well.. I need a drink."

"Are you ready?" Sam yelled out to the crowd in front of the small stage. He ran to the other side of the stage. "I said, are you ready?" he yelled. The crowd screamed in response. Sam smiled and took a deep breath. "Give it up for: Santana Lopez and Noah the Puck-Man!" He threw his hands up and the lights dropped. Then the room was silent. Everyone was waiting, breathing heavily. Then the lights flashed back on, this time purple. Santana and Puck stood side by side, Puck's arms were crossed and Santana's rested on her hips. The crowd went wild at the sight of them, then hushed when Santana started talking.

"I'm telling you Puck, they're not ready." Santana smiled while looking at the people. A few of them shouted back 'Yes we are!' or 'I love you!'

"I don't know, my Lezbro. They look pretty ready." Puck shrugged. The crowd cheered. Even though they knew it was just an act, they were glad to know that Puck backed them up.

"I don't know..it looks like they think they're cooler than us." Santana smirked. The crowd cheered at the familiar line. It was Puck and Santana's first original song: Cooler Than Me.

"Let's give 'em what we got, see if they still feel cool." Puck suggested. Santana shrugged.

She walked towards the front of the stage, and adjusted her head mike, then the first note of the song played.

"If I could write you a song to make you, fall in love

I would already have you up under my arm

I used up all of my tricks

I hope that you like this,

but you probably won't, you think you're cooler than me."

Santana sang beautifully. Her voice rasped into her microphone as she pointed at random spots in the audience, people swooned when they thought she'd pointed at them. Puck stepped up next to her and started to sing while Santana took a step back.

"You got designer shades just to hide your face and

you wear them around like

You're cooler than me.

And you never say hey or

remember my name and

it's probably cuz, you think you're cooler than me."

Santana joined Puck near the edge of the stage. When the beat rose up high she stepped in front of Puck. He rested his hands on her hips, driving the crowd mad. Santana slightly shook her head. Every time he touched her, everyone jumped to 'They're in love!' When the beat dropped, they did too. Their short routine was flawless. They moved together like they'd been working on it since birth. When the music went back to normal, Puck slid back and left Santana in front. She saw a familiar blonde in the front and smiled. Quinn stared right back at her with the tiniest grin on her face.

Quinn's jaw nearly dropped when she saw that Sugar wasn't kidding. Santana moved effortlessly on stage with Puck. Quinn pushed to the middle of the crowd, struggling not to spill her drink tray. Santana saw her and didn't break eye contact.

"You got your hot crowd

shoes on your feet and

you wear them around like it ain't shit.

But, you don't know, the way that you look when

Your steps. Make. That. Much. Noise.

Sh!"

She was smiling like a Cheshire cat when Santana's index finger pressed against her lips, still looking at Quinn. Quinn shook her head. She kind of zoned out when Puck was singing the next verse, she was too busy looking at Santana. She watched as the latina finally broke eye contact to turn around and take a sip from her water bottle. Quinn blinked twice when she thought she saw Santana wink at her. Don't be silly, she thought to herself. She could be winking at anyone. Santana stood next to Puck and pointed right at Quinn when she sung with him for the chorus.

"If I could write you a song to make you fall in love

I would already have you up under my arm

I used up all of my tricks

I hope that you like this

But you probably wont.

You think you're cooler than me."

Quinn smiled and swayed to the music, spilling a little of the alcohol on her tray when she did.

"I didn't know you were a fan of them," a female voice said from beside her. Quinn glanced at Sugar with a small smile.

"Yeah, they're great."

"They're great, or she's great?" Sugar asked. She rolled her eyes when Quinn blushed. "I always knew you liked her."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I thought it was a shame that she was in love with Brittany, then hilarious when Britt fell for guppy lips and she still followed her like a lovesick Pitt bull. And there was you with your one night stand and your sad puppy eyes when she left for LA." Sugar said bitterly. Quinn shoved her. "Sorry-"

"I know I know. You can't help what you say."

"And you know it's true." Sugar sighed in response.

"I'm fucking exhausted." Santana sighed as she threw herself on the couch.

"Too tired to go back out there and hang with a bunch of groupies?" Puck asked. Santana sat up and smiled. Was that Quinn out there? Did she come to the show?

"No. Let's go."

"Good! Because I know one thing, who ever gives the best lap dance gets to come to Hotel Del and ride the Puck-Mobile-"

"Enough. I can't conjure up a fuck to give about you having a one night stand." Santana said as she smoothed down her hair. Puck frowned.

"We really need to get you laid."

"Oh my god!" A tell brunette yelled. She basically threw herself on Santana.

"Hey honey," Santana smirked.

"You just called me honey! Santana Lopez just called me honey!" She jumped, slightly choking Santana as she moved. Santana wiggled from the girl's grip.

"I bet your name is even sweeter," she said as she looked the girl up and down. She wore black shorts and a black tank top. It must have been the uniform for Sweet Mota.

The girl blushed. "Elaine."

"And I was right," Santana smiled. "Well, Elaine…" Santana stopped when she saw a blonde talking to Puck a few feet away. "Hold that thought." She left a pouting Elaine behind and approached them. Quinn was wearing the same thing that Elaine was...that could only mean one thing.

"Hey Q." Santana smirked. Quinn jumped.

"Um, Santana, hey."

"I'll leave you two to catch up," Puck smiled.

"See you at HD, Noah." Santana crossed her arms. Before she spoke, she examined Quinn. The shorts hugged her thighs and the tank top left little to the imagination.

"You should take a picture, it would last longer." Quinn scoffed. Santana raised an eyebrow.

"I might take you up on that offer."

"It wasn't an off- what do you want, S?" Quinn asked.

"Oh, nothing. I didn't think I'd see you tonight. Didn't think you'd work here or anything," Santana told her. "Honestly, I thought I'd be the one working at a place like this. Not that it's a bad thing.

"Yeah. Whatever." Quinn shrugged. If Quinn stayed in Lima and worked at a place like this, she'd be a Lima Loser. But in New York, she was just a girl with a paycheck.

"Do you do that?" Santana said as she pointed to a small stage with a pole that touched the ceiling and trailed down to the floor. Again, Quinn shrugged.

"Sometimes."

"Nice."

"It's glamorous really. A disease infested pole that I get the honor of climbing and sliding down on for the entertainment of people who probably have wives waiting at home."

Santana frowned. "Did I do something? Or say something?"

"I'm just wondering why we're still talking. I have to work." Quinn started to turn to walk away. Santana caught her wrist.

"I can be work."

"What are you talking about, Lopez?" Quinn swallowed.

"I'd like a dance."

"No."

"I'm a paying customer." Quinn searched for any kind of teasing or joking on Santana's face, but there was none.

"Fine. One song. Nothing more." Quinn told her. Santana smiled.

"Nothing less."

Santana sat on the small couch. Incense tickled her nose and the low lights made it hard for her to see. She crossed her legs and sat in a poised position. Quinn shut the door then turned around to look at the Latina, who was staring right back at her. Normally when Quinn came in here it was either with grimy men, cheating celebrities that made her sign papers first, or girls who's friend made her do it with a dare. Now when she looked at Santana, she couldn't exactly put how she felt into words.

"Ready?" Quinn asked in a soft voice. Santana nodded. The blonde turned up the stereo and choked out a laugh when Santana's voice rasped through the speakers. "You're everywhere, you know."

"Yeah?" Santana asked. Quinn nodded. She slowly walked towards Santana, a smirk taking the place of her innocent smile, her eyes were darker. Santana gulped. She listened to her own voice through the speakers, singing her and Puck's slow cover of Toxic by Britney Spears.

"Baby, can't you see? I'm callin'

A girl like you should wear a warning'

It's dangerous

I'm fallin'

There's no escape, I can't wait

I need a hit, baby, give me it

You're dangerous

I'm lovin' it

Too high, can't come down

Losing my head

Spinning 'round and 'round

Do you feel me now?"

Quinn straddled Santana and purred in her ear, "No touching." Santana nodded. The blonde stood up and turned, her back facing Santana. She put her hand over her head and tangled them in Santana's hair, then rolled her ass on Santana's front. She smiled after hearing Santana whimper in her ear. Santana's hands fell to her hips, but Quinn didn't stop her. She just kept grinding into Santana. The latina's hands slowly glided to Quinn's stomach. She bit her tongue to hold back any unwelcome sounds. Santana's hands snuck over Quinn's center, and Quinn held them there. The song ended. but Quinn and Santana just sat there. After a few seconds, Quinn stood up abruptly.

"Um.. wow." Santana muttered.

Quinn ran her fingers through her hair, then cleared her throat. "You can um.. not pay I guess. Yeah, it's fine."

"No," Santana stood up, "I want to. Let me take you out."

To that, Quinn laughed. "No way, Lopez. Not so you can just show off what you have and what I don't."

"I wouldn't call a four dollar cup of coffee 'showing off'."

"I'd really rather not. We met. Caught up a little. Let's just..leave it at that." Quinn told her after a few silent seconds.

"I'm not going to beg you, Q."

"That's not what I'm asking you to do."

"One coffee. We can go right now, Starbucks is open twenty four seven." Santana told her with a small smile. Quinn was tempted to give in.

"Can't," she told the brunette, "I'm working until three."

"I'll wait."

"You're not giving this up, are you?"

"Do you know me?" Santana crossed her arms. Quinn looked at the stubborn girl and sighed.

"Fine."

To be continued...