The next day was a day full of relaxing, next week Quinn would be heading back to college again and Santana would be left alone day after day…. As always.

Santana knew that sometime soon she have to move on from here and try and find some sort of work or do the dreaded thing of getting enrolled into college. She was over the moon once she left McKinley, knowing that from then on she was free, she could do what she wanted and have her own rules. But it was getting tiring and boring. She maybe like having a structured routine to follow instead of just taking every day as it came, yeah it was fun for a while but she just found every day so…slow. She felt as if she was forever wading through barriers, not knowing whether she'd ever reach her destination at all. She had dreams just like everybody else but she didn't know how to reach them. Everybody was so sure of themselves, Quinn knew that one day she wanted to make a change to the world, or at least that's what she told Santana and Brittany, well it was pretty clear what she wanted to do. She wanted to dance.

Santana thought that if she planned on staying at Quinn's for a little while longer, she might as well get a job so she could maybe pay Quinn some of the rent that she owed her. She set off out onto the road, plodding along the empty streets with a frown upon her face. She saw a quaint diner nearby and thought that maybe they'd have some jobs available. She entered the diner, peering at her surroundings, there was a small family sat at a booth in the corner, sipping orange juice and gobbling pancakes. Then there was an alone man curled up on a chair in the corner eating a… hamburger. Santana thought that some peoples eating habits were disgusting. It was 7am in the morning for goodness sake! She walked towards the desk swaying her hips as the man eating the hamburger gazed at her for a little too long. She swayed towards him and whispered in his ear, "My ears are up here baby." He smirked at her, a smug smile on his lips. Before she turned to walk away she hissed, "Just keep your eyes on your burger you sick freak!" He gulped and nodded staring at his hamburger, as orders.

Santana walked straight up to the counter, the sound of her heels banging on the floor echoing around the room. All eyes were on her as she confidently demanded to speak to the manager. A small man about the age of 40 plodded out to the counter smiling smugly at Santana, liking what he sees. Santana noticed the smile spread across his face and frowned, the anger boiling up inside of her.

"I'm here for a job. I work hard and…"

"You're in. Come here tomorrow morning at 6am." He said sharply.

"What? Is that it? You're not going to interview me or anything? You know nothing about me other than the fact I work hard."

"Yes, but I like what I see! You're sexy, hot confident. What more could we ask for?"

"So… basically you're hiring me because I'm a hot piece of ass?"

"Basically yes. Everyone will be coming here to sneak a look at you gorgeous." He threw her a wink placing his hand on her arm. She looked from his hand to her arm and back again frowning at him.

"I'm not working here if that's all you think I'm good enough for! I have standards you know!"

"I'm sure you're good enough for a lot more things baby!" She swiftly slapped him across the jaw, her face burning. "You and your crappy little company can go piss off because I'm not being hired just because I'm a hot bitch! I'm out of here!"

With that Santana marched away from the sick man, stopping to kick the hamburger man as she did so, slamming the door shut as she left. When she got outside she was reduced to tears. She couldn't bare it. Maybe that was all she was good enough for. Surely not? She felt useless. All people would ever see in her was a hot mess. Nothing more. She would never get married, or have a job that people actually wanted her for. She was in a really bad mood. She needed Quinn or somebody. She collapsed on the floor leaning against a hard brick wall, the tears spurting out of her eyes. She called Quinn, the tears pouring from her eyes making her shirt wet. In literally five minutes Quinn's car came speeding towards her. Quinn leapt out and leaned towards her grabbing the Latinas hand. "What happened baby? You went out this morning to get a job and now you're here crying your pretty little eyes out? What happened?"

"This jerk only wanted to hire me because he thought I was hot. He was at least 40!" Her voice came out high pitched and wobbly. Quinn pulled the girl up, draping her arm round her shoulders squeezing her tightly. "Let's get you home… you've had a rough day."

Once the girls were at home snuggled up on the sofa, Santana checked her phone seeing like a billion texts from Brittany. Each making Santana want to cry even more.

The texts read things like: 'San, I just wanted to see how you're doing?', 'San? Can we talk?', 'San, I miss you', 'Santana?', 'San you're always on your phone where are you?' She frowned down at her phone. She thought that they were having a break from each other from the number of texts that Brittany sent her it definitely didn't seem like a break. She began typing a short text back on her phone but Quinn shouted her over from the kitchen. She meant to press send but Quinn began dragging her over to the kitchen so she dropped her phone it land squished between the cushions.

Quinn was being awfully touchy feely for a straight girl… it was kinda creeping Santana out. Quinn couldn't leave the girl alone. Every second that Santana had a chance to breathe, Quinn would tug on her hands or squeeze her thigh or stroke her hair. Santana was getting slightly annoyed… Quinn shouldn't be so clingy seen as she had just broken up with Brittany… It's not like she didn't know about it.

The next day Quinn was trying on a dress, glancing in the mirror in an uncertain way. "San, this dress… what do you think?" She asked grinning at the Latina. Santana looked the blonde up and down then looked up at Quinn through her eyelashes. "Hot Momma." Santana said smirking smugly. Quinn grinned in satisfaction, her smile stretching from ear to ear. "You really think so? Thanks…" Santana smiled shyly chewing her lip.

"Quinn?" Santana said into the air.

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering… you know what happened between you and Sam after… you know… we… I mean…us… you know we kissed…"

"Oh. Well… Sam was upset because you know I cheated on him for the second time and it was with a girl so I bet you could tell he was pretty pissed. And basically we talked for about five minutes or so then he stormed out the door leaving me to figure out what was gonna happen and we haven't been in touch since."

"Oh… Shame…So… are you guys not a couple anymore?"

"No… Well at least I don't think so… it's just all so complicated really… I find it hard to handle." Quinn sighed deeply shaking her head.

"I understand… it's kinda hard between Britt and I… I mean… the long and short of it is we've broken up but to be completely honest I don't think Britt knows that… she's still texting me loads and stuff but I told her that we should take a break because distance sucks and we're growing apart and so on but Britt doesn't understand that I'm basically telling her that we're over… but you know Brittany… things don't get through to her like most things do to other people."

"Yeah… so you and Britt are like… officially over?"
"Basically yeah."

"Oh. I see."

"Yeah…" There was an awkward silence between the two girls that left them fiddling with their fingers and clearing their throats loudly.

"You know Quinn… it's no big deal about the kiss… it meant nothing… don't worry it's not changed our friendship at all… you're still be top bitch." Santana said staring intently at the floor.

Quinn sighed feeling as if she had had the weight of the world lifted off of her shoulders.

"Okay cool… I mean… I'm really glad because I guess I was kinda scared… I was kinda waiting for you to say that…"

"Anyways… It doesn't matter now. It's all good… But… you are a great kisser…" She threw the blonde a wink.

"Where were you my whole life? You're an amazing kisser too…" Quinn leaned towards Santana her lips puckered. Santana knew it was a bad idea… but why not take risks? She was young and after all… you only live once. Santana leaned closer placing wrapping her arms around Quinn's waist. They fell back on Quinn's bed hands entwined. Santana deepened the kiss half smiling.

They had been kissing for at least ten minutes when the door began to rattle. They completely ignored it lost in the kiss. Suddenly the door swung open and a friend of Quinn's from Yale burst in a smile spread across her face.

"Oh." The young girl said frowning. Santana and Quinn leapt apart coughing and nibbling their nails.

"Sorry…we were uh… just you know… experimenting I guess…"

"Oh… experimenting? I think I get it."

"Anyway… Gina… what are you doing here? Why did you just let yourself in…? I never said you could do that." Quinn said almost whispering.

"The door was open. You told me to come over this afternoon to discuss the project?"

"Oh God yeah… I completely forgot… I got distracted."

"I can see that…" Gina smirked at Quinn.

"Please Gina… just don't say a word to anybody…"

"Okay, okay… I'm sorry but I just didn't expect this from you of all people Quinn."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Santana butted in.

"Well you know Quinn…she's so innocent."

"Quinn? Innocent oh my God! No she isn't have you even freaking met this girl? She got freaking pregnant at the age of 16! Not so innocent huh?" Gina's mouth fell open. Quinn's eyes filled with tears up.

"What?! Wow Quinn…"

"Santana! Why would you do that?! For goodness sake! Gina just get the hell out of my apartment…and you Santana get out of my room!"

Gina marched out of her apartment still chuckling. Santana swept into the living room shaking her head. Quinn could be so moody. She was trying to save her… she had her back. But Santana's version of having someone's back was always quite different to anybody else's…