Hello Reader,

Sorry about the update being there then being deleted, I'm learning and I should have researched before I attempted to update. I think I got it now or at least I hope. If you're like "where's the letter Mouser?" here it is. I think I found out how I want to work it in. As always thank you for reading and if you feel like it please review.

Enjoy.

-Mouser

Chapter 3

Quinn Fabray checked her mailbox religiously for the past two weeks, before she went to school, after school, before work, after work and once even when she woke at midnight. And yet there was no letter. Considering that Quinn never checked her mail it was a minor miracle that she kept at this pace.

Quinn was methodical with her studies, her work and when she was developing her photos but sometimes the minor things slipped by her. One of those things was checking her mailbox. In fact it was so bad one month that Santana would send her a text once a week telling her "Check the mail woman " and "How do function without me? Good things still come by snail mail…but only if you check it " so she promised herself to hold vigil over the box and wait.

So on the fifteenth day when Quinn was just aggravated with "Need to Improve Your Sex Life?" Nope, mine is just fine thank you and "Losing your Erection?" Sad state of hetero sex, poor women and other junk mail she finally found the letter addressed to her from Santana, thank God one more day and I might have gone postal or just set up camp here waiting… good ol' snail mail. After she sorted the good from the bad she went up to her apartment anticipating the words of her love, and felt an ease enter her heart knowing that this would be the first in hopefully a long line of letters throughout the year.

As she sat in their bed with a glass of wine in her hand and soft music playing in the background she opened the letter and read.

Hey Babe,

By the time you read this I'll be here for a couple of week's maybe more. Can you believe with all the technology that we have that our only form of communication is good old fashioned hand written letters? But if I know you you'll just see this as romantic (that is if you do check the box). You should keep them with all the other things you don't think I know about, and no I did not snoop. I bet as you're reading this you're rolling your eyes and going "No San you don't snoop at all" and being all sarcastic about it. But it's okay babe I forgive you.

It's soooooo hot over here. Every couple of hours we have to hydrate. You'd be proud babe all that chugging that I did in high school is now very beneficial. Water, water, water, but seriously I never thought I'd miss New York weather but I can honestly say that I do.

I hope your classes are going good, and please babe spend time with Rachel when she asks you out. I know you say you do your best work when you're feeling "emotional" whether it be good or bad but still have fun. Take your pictures but don't forget to live. Oh, I left you a gift. If you go to our office in the picture frame of our first Christmas in the apartment you'll find a key. It opens box 362 at that corner store. I hope you enjoy it. Finish reading the letter first before you go get your gift. I know you sometimes you have a one track mind and you won't continue reading. Who knows I might just spell out the secret of life but it'll only be in the last paragraph and you'll never know if you just stop here.

Babe, you won't believe the name of the company I got assigned to …Fox Alpha…quick first thing that comes to your mind? You're welcome if you thought "What does the fox say?" may it stay with you as it has with me But all joking aside the company is built of well rounded men and women. Not all are rookies and first timers to this desert. I hope that brings some comfort to your heart.

So my bunk mates are pretty cool. There are two guys that are absolutely captivated by your beauty and seriously if my life did not depend on them I might just go all "Lima Heights" on them from starring at your picture for so long. Just kidding…maybe. But seriously Abrams and Chang are cool and cool with my sexuality. Because it's not like I can pass the picture of the two of us off as sisters, not like I'd hide. I am very proud to be your girlfriend and wear that title with pride. Plus it's only fair that if I have to hear them pine over their girls then they should expect the same from me and I'm pining hard. I swear I can see you mouth "Really San?" over my bad sexual innuendoes but hey something has to keep me going in this desert and thinking of you does that for me.

Remember that every day I think of you and every day is one day closer to my return. Love you babe and the answer is great sex .

Always yours,

Santana

P.S. Always be mine?

Quinn just lay there, taking the words in. Letter clutched to her chest and the glass of wine completely forgotten. Wondering about all that Santana was going through. She thought of the heat and the extra weight San had to carry although in retrospect lifting the extra weight did wonders for Santana's body. Her girlfriend was lean and didn't look like she could lift more than a fifty pound bag but boy could she and she proved it a time or two when she took Quinn up against a wall in one of their marathons of love making. And that little trip down memory lane fogged her brain for a bit but not completely too where she forgot about the key and gift. She sat up, folded the letter and placed it in her drawer with the other precious keepsakes of her and Santana's last six years together deciding that she would need a bigger storage case before the end of the year.

As she entered the office she saw the picture Santana had told her about and remembered it fondly. It was her and San under the mistletoe completely lipped locked as Rachel snapped the photo. San had her arms wrapped around her tightly and dipped her a bit for "dramatic effect" and on the frame was a key. With that last memory Quinn grabbed the key and headed towards the corner store.

As she approached the store all she could see was "Closed" and her heart sank a little, not so much that she wouldn't be able to get her gift but more for the fact that she'd have to wait another day to have a little memento of Santana.