The next few days Quinn barely got out of bed, she was pissed at everyone. Even Santana was getting on her nerves and that fact got on Santana's nerves also. Santana hated it when people were mad at her, just because she was mad at them didn't mean they had to be mad at her too. In this instance Santana wasn't even mad at Quinn first and that sucked. There wasn't really a reason for Quinn to be mad at Santana and that really pissed her off. Every little thing seemed to annoy her, Santana would so much as ask if she wanted a cup of coffee and Quinn would groan.
It was a Friday afternoon and Quinn's mood hadn't changed at all. Santana crept into the room they shared with a tray in her hands, she knew Quinn was feeling crap about her dad being so… breezy? But it had got to stop, she was sick of waiting on Quinn and walking on egg shells all the time in case Quinn suddenly yelled at her. She noticed that Quinn was asleep, blond hair scrunched around her face, eyes closed, and cheeks pink. Santana smiled, even if Quinn was being a bitch she was adorable when she slept. As she left the tray that had a glass of orange juice and some pancakes on the table by the bed, her cell phone buzzed, the signal telling her she had a text. Brittany's name came up on the screen and Santana smiled, her best friend had texted, score.
The text read:
Santana, wow I said I'd keep in touch but uh I didn't do that very well but neither did you so it's okay we are equal. Guess what?! We got another pussy cat! Her name is baby tubs and she is small and looks just like Lord Tubbington! I wish you could meet her she is adorable. Also, I thought you should know but I uh… started dating trouty mouth, I mean Sam. Yeah I can see the look on your face, it looks really funny. Well yeah that's all… I would say more but I've run out of words. I love you San… and I hope to hear from you soon. Britt x
Santana's eyes widened. So her ex was with her current girlfriend's ex. That was very… confusing for Santana. She wasn't mad just very shocked. Trouty mouth. What was so attractive about him? Sure she had dated him but she didn't have feelings for him. And he had the mental age of a six year old. What was the deal with him? Santana was debating whether she should tell Quinn or not, how would she take it? If she was over Sam she would take it fine but if she didn't Santana would know that Quinn wasn't over him. She really hoped she was.
Santana typed the following text back to Brittany:
Hey Britt Britt so you got a new kitty huh? That's cool, when we were little we said we were gonna raise a family of cats, you can do that by yourself you don't need me! I can see you now with like fifty cats taking up your house haha! I probably will meet her one day eh? And trouty mouth huh? That's crazy Britt. All I can say is I am surprised. See you soon B, it's been great hearing from you, love you too… San x
Santana was satisfied by the text, it was short but sweet. Exactly what her aim was. Brittany and her had decided to just be best friends again and it was great, they hadn't talked much but so far everything was going well.
Santana sauntered into the living-room and collapsed onto the leather sofa. It had been a long day but she was happy. She hadn't gotten any work so far but she was sure that sometime soon something would pop up. She was sick of always being around the house, Quinn was out of work too but Quinn seemed to be enjoying the freedom of no college and no work. Santana thought it was a waste to be living in such a wonderful city as new York and do nothing all the time except sometimes going out for pizza or to visit Kurt and Rachel, she wanted to make the most of her time there because she wasn't sure if when they got older whether they would be living there anymore, anything could happen.
Quinn came slouching through into the room, her eyes looking tired but her cheeks looking…perky. Her hair was now brushed and tied into a neat plait.
"So you finally decided to get your ass out of bed huh?" Santana said, the corners of her mouth turning up, forming into a cheeky smirk.
"Yeah, I guess I've had enough sleep now. And I'm feeling much better."
"Well that's great. D'ya wanna cuddle?" Santana usually was never the one to request a cuddle, that was Quinn's job.
Quinn didn't speak; she simply shuffled over to the sofa and slid next to Santana, leaning her head onto Santana's shoulder.
"So uh Quinn. Britt texted me before and well… she told me some news. She and…Sam, have got an um thing going on." Santana said, stumbling on her words.
"A thing? What do you mean by that?" Quinn seemed puzzled.
"They're dating…" Quinn's eyes grew wide. She shook her head and twiddled her fingers.
"Sam and Brittany? Brittany and Sam? My ex-boyfriend and your ex-girlfriend?"
"Uh huh. I know it's kinda crazy but I'm happy for Britt. I mean I don't exactly go for her choice of boyfriend but hey at least she's happy."
"Wow that's a lot to take in but I guess I'm pretty happy for them both. If they have what we have then they are truly lucky." Quinn said eerily brightly.
"Great. That's exactly what I think. So are you up for going out for dinner? Somewhere real fancy." Santana beamed.
"Yeah we can totally go do that San. Hey! What if we get Rachel and Kurt to tag along?" Quinn said smiling.
"Ugh. Do we have to? The Olsen twins can be REALLY boring sometimes, well most of the time actually."
"Santana you can be so rude sometimes. They're not boring and besides they are the only friends we have here so we need to value them and their company. I'm calling them now."
Quinn marched over to the phone and called them up, Santana rolled her eyes as she listened to Quinn yap on the phone to what was obviously Rachel.
As Quinn snapped the phone shut, Santana leapt onto her feet and stared expectantly at Quinn.
"So are they coming? Where are we going? Please can it not be some place where the basis of the menu is shrimp because no matter how much I love you I will not being having shrimp again."
"Well they want us to go to their place and they're cooking for us." Quinn said almost whispering.
"Are you freaking kidding me? I can only imagine what they will cook for us. This is gonna be a long night."
"Come on baby, give them a break, at least pretend you like them, it must really hurt their feelings when you constantly slam them down."
"Ugh I can't pretend to like them because that would be lying and a Lopez never lies. And puh-lease they can take it, it's not as if I'm bullying them or whatever."
"A Lopez never lies? Santana that is a lie in itself. Just get some shoes and get the hell out of that door before I have to punch you." Santana rolled her eyes playfully.
"Whatever Quinn, you love me." Santana said folding her arms.
"That's your argument? Geez I thought you were the queen of insults San, there's another lie being said."
"Quinn just shut up and kiss me." All of a sudden Santana sprung on Quinn and pressed her lips against the blonde's, Quinn crashed back against the wall and gripped on it for support.
It was times like this that Quinn KNEW that she was capital G gay. Santana had known for a while, times like this didn't need to prove that to her because she just knew.
Quinn pulled away, causing Santana to fall back a step. She mumbled and tried to pull Quinn back but Quinn pushed her back.
"Baby stop, we have to go…" Quinn moaned.
"Who cares? I don't." Santana grumbled.
Santana kissed Quinn's lips firmly, running her fingers through the blonde's hair.
"I'm serious San. Stop it. You know that it'll be even harder to stop if we carry on. And Rachel and Kurt are expecting us like right now and I'm so freaking hungry." Santana stepped away and sighed with spirit brushing down her clothes and sauntering towards the door.
"San you're not mad at me are you? C'mon baby, you know we have to leave, I would carry on all night if we could." Quinn begged, pouting childishly.
"I'm not mad… Just really hungry. Come on lets go before berry and lady Hummel have gobbled up all the food." Quinn nodded and took Santana's hand, stepping out of the apartment, the New York heat hitting them and the buzz of the streets filling their ears.
They walked down the streets of Manhattan hand in hand; they tried to avoid the pushers and marched swiftly in between cars, Santana leading them of course.
They arrived outside of Rachel and Kurt's apartment, both more than ready for food, no matter what it was.
"Quinn, Santana come inside, you're late and I like people to be punctual if I'm going to cook them a meal but I will forgive you, just because it's you." Rachel said as she burst open the door, grinning from ear to ear.
"Rachel enough of the sweet talk, we know you wanna bust your guts to us cause we were late. I hate people who lie." Santana spat, Quinn nudged her in the ribs, causing the Latina to growl in protest and shuffle away.
Pretty much all of the times Santana, Quinn, Rachel and Kurt hung out Santana's mood was the same. Grouchy. Rachel and Kurt noticed it but they thought it was best not to say anything. Judging by the look on Quinn's face she felt the same way.
The four of them all sat down at the table, a plate of what looked like spaghetti but was secretly vegetarian mince and pasta disguised as spaghetti. Santana raised her eyebrows and took a bite, pulling a disgusted face as she did. Quinn kicked her under the table causing her to spit her food out on her plate. She wiped her mouth and glared at Quinn and stated simply.
"Wonderful food Rach." She smiled sourly as Rachel looked uncomfortably between the two girls.
"Thanks Santana, I do love compliments as you probably know."
"Oh I know Rachel." Rachel felt scared; Santana was being eerily…nice. Santana's sickly sweet tone sent chills to Rachel's spine, was Santana actually trying to be nice or was this some big front she was playing to cover up something she had done or was about to do. Rachel knew that she wasn't the only one freaking out by Santana's sudden turn of personality; Quinn and Kurt were exchanging concerned glances across the table.
"Rachel, how was your day? Good I hope, in fact I hope that your day was brilliant." Santana said in a sing song voice.
"Good…thanks." Rachel said almost stammering, something she almost never did.
"Wonderful. And you Kurt how was YOUR day?"
"Pretty average actually… How about you Santana, how was your day?" Kurt said, a manner of confidence in his voice.
"My day was pretty swell. My Quinnie over here finally got out of bed long enough for me to cuddle her to death." Santana was being open about her feelings which made the whole thing so much scarier.
"Quinnie? You call her Quinnie? That's adorable." Rachel grinned, and chuckled smiling at the girls in front of her.
"Yeah San calls me Quinn, but usually in the privacy of our own home…"
"Baby I'll call you Quinnie wherever I like." Santana leaned over and kissed Quinn on the nose causing Kurt and Rachel to 'Oooh' and 'aaah'. Santana was enjoying the attention and if she was honest this whole act she was playing was for Quinn, she knew that Quinn got quite pissed when Santana was moody and unaffectionate whenever they were with friends. Usually Santana was very distant when they had company, she wasn't keen on public displays of affection. But today Santana was being well…very affectionate.
After dinner and cocktails Santana and Quinn headed out the door, hands entwined, smiles on their faces. Quinn was loving Santana's mood, it really made her feel cheery. They were seen out of the door and as they stepped out into the artificially lit city, Quinn asked Santana a question, a smile creeping onto her face.
"Santana, why were you being so nice tonight?"
"Well… You seemed pretty pissed at me before and I saw the look on your face and I thought hey? Why not please Quinn for once, I mean I love you so much and I guess I've kinda realised I don't show it enough, so yeah that was me showing you. And I do love you very, very much." Santana replied, feeling embarrassed, which was VERY rare considering Santana was never embarrassed. Quinn couldn't mutter a word, she was speechless. That wasn't really the answer she was expecting, she was expecting a smart comment or a groan or moan, definitely not that. Quinn still didn't speak even after several minutes; she simply leaned forwards and planted a kiss onto the Brunette's lips. Fireworks burst up behind them as if it was a sign and they both smiled into the kiss, feeling happier than they had ever felt before.