The next few chapters, along with the second, would all be flashbacks (which are all connected, btw.). I'm sorry for making people confused. :(

I'll try and make things clear this time. Love you, guys.

Continuation of flashback

Santana's P.O.V.

Boy, did I miss hearing her sweet voice.

"I'm bored, Fabray. Entertain me."

"Sure, S. What are you wearing?" I can almost hear her smirk.

"Whoa, Q. Where did that come from? Didn't know you had it in you, Mary."

"Don't worry, S. I'm not flirting. Just thought that'd be your kind of entertainment."

"Oh, please, Q. Come on, you know I've changed. We haven't seen each other for almost six years, but you know I did. I'm Good Girl Sanny now." I can't help but laugh at my own lameness.

"Good Girl Sanny, huh? I don't know. You'll always be Satan Lopez to me."

"How dare you, Quinn? I called to ask you how you're doing, and you'd tell me you still think I'm the same old bitchy San?" I hope she can hear me pout.

"Just kidding, San. And if I remember correctly, you told me you called only because you're bored."

"Well… I was going to ask you, anyway. So… How's life treating you, Stephenie Meyer?"

"You did not just say Stephenie Meyer. Seriously, S? Among all writers in the world, you went for Stephenie Meyer?"

"Only 'cause I intended to insult you, Q. I was just joking, though. 'Course I know you can write a lot better than a love story between a fairy and a dog."

"Dog? You do know that the love story isn't about Edward and Jacob, don't you?"

"Whatever, Q. Just tell me how your life as a millionaire's going."

"Pretty great. In fact, it's actually multimillionaire, FYI. I just sent my draft for the new novel I told you about last, last month to my editor."

"Who would have thought you'd earn so much by writing? No offense, Q. I mean, I thought you would do business or take over a field where your Fabray charm would carry you a long way, and here you are, making money by scribbling random words on paper."

You would have been a great actress.

Or singer.

Or model.

Your billboards would have caused a lot of car accidents due to unexpected boners.

"Did you just say I'm charming? Jeez, San, you really did change."

"I would say I told you so, but hey, even evil Santana wouldn't mind to admit you're kinda hot."

Not really kinda.

More like scorching, irrisistably, undeniably, impossibly hot.

"Oh yeah. I almost forgot evil Lezpez was a horndog."

"But she's a bitch and she would rarely compliment anyone, so being called charming is still a privilege, Q."

"Nah. I bet she'd say that to anyone as long as she wants to get in their pants."

Well, it is true. I've always been attracted to Q. Could you blame me, though?

I mean, really. I couldn't have fallen so gay-ly in love with Brittany without seeing Quinn—and her perfect face and body—first, right?

"Nuh-uh, Q. Even evil Satan was loyal to Britt, you know."

Is still loyal.

"Well… I guess so. You looked so in love, I didn't think you'd be able move on. But I'm glad you did. Speaking of which, are you still single?"

"Mmm-hm. Told you I've changed, Q. Evil, hot Satan would never have been single. Not for more than ten seconds, anyway." I lied.

The thing is I really haven't moved on.

Not yet.

Not even after five years.

Five fucking years of regret, misery, and loneliness.

Five fucking years of tears and beers.

Five fucking years of asking myself where I went wrong, where I lacked.

Five fucking years of getting no answer.

Five fucking years of convincing everyone I'm okay because I had to be okay and because all the acts of sympathy have gotten really lame and annoying after some time.

Five fucking years of convincing myself that I'll find another, that I'll love another, though I know I'll never do. Never again. Not after everything that happened. Not after everything that happened that is miserable enough to crush my cold heart.

"And you? How are things going with Joe? Are you going to send me a wedding invitation soon, or what?"

"Umm…" Quinn hesitates for a moment. "Actually, we broke up just about an hour ago."

"WHAT? Oh, sorry, didn't mean to scream at the phone, but… WHAT THE FUCK, QUINN?"

I'm really confused. I thought they were working really well as a couple, working perfectly even. And why didn't I hear any hint of sadness in Quinn's voice?

"It just… didn't work. I don't know. But I'm happy, and I know he is, too." I open my mouth to say something, but her voice cuts me off. "And before you ask, yes, I'll be perfectly fine."

"Okay then." Something in her voice makes me believe her.

"Really, S. Besides, I write. It relieves me from every bit of stress I get. You know, just like what singing does to Berry."

Something clicked when I heard the last word. "Oh, shit! I almost forgot. Did Rachel already tell you about the Les Miserables thingy?"

"The what? No. Why?"

"She's having this show on Broadway this weekend. She says she'll rip my tonsils out if I don't come. I think she forgot how that threat works only for her, but I'm coming anyway."

"Really? Great! You're going to stay at Rachel's?"

"Uhh… That's the problem, Q. I was sort of thinking maybe I could stay with you. I mean, you'd give me better company for sure, so I was wondering if… But it's okay if you don't want me to. I mean, I'm the one asking for a favor, after all, and you—"

"Yes, Santana."

"Yes? You mean yes, I could stay with you?"

"No. Yes, I can be your girlfriend." Quinn chuckles. "Duh, San. 'Course you can come over."

"Thanks a lot, Q. I knew I'd have a reason to keep you."

"As if you could live without me."

"Pfft. Get over yourself, Fabray." I sigh. "We're gonna have, like, a grownup sleepover!" I chuckle.

"Mmm-hmm." She's the first to break the silence that comes after that. "I really miss you, San."

"Evil Santana would have countered that with a bitchy remark, but I miss you too, Quinn." I can almost hear her smiling.

"So, I'll see you on Saturday, then?"

"Yup. We'll keep in touch, anyway, so we don't have to plan it all now. We still have four days, anyway. And I'm assuming your million-dollar mansion would be ready for visitors anytime."

Hearing her laugh makes me smile wider, and I notice I've been smiling the entire time. Well, except when I made that fake pout, anyway.

"Do you want to use a guest room? Or would you prefer sleeping in my room? You said we're like going to have a sleepover, after all."

"Whatever suits you, Q."

"Okay, then. I'll see you."

"Definitely."

"Night, San."

"Night, Q. Oh, and thanks again."

"No worries, San. I love you."

Wait. What's that noise?

Oh, will you look at that? It's my heart jumping out of my chest!

"Love you too, Q."

I've never really said that much after Brittany, but saying that to Quinn just felt right.

I think I'm almost excited for Saturday.

No, I can't wait for Saturday.

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