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-Mouser

Chapter 4

Quinn opened her eyes after the third knock and starred at the clock. Seeing 6:30 in large red lights made her instantly groan. God who the hell wakes at 6:30 on a Saturday? For a moment she just laid there hoping that whoever was at the door would just leave but the knocking was persistent. After stretching her limbs she put on one of Santana's USMC shirts and walked to the front door.

"Who's there?"

"It's me Quinn. Open the door I have been out for what seems like forever waiting for you to drag your backside out of bed to let me in."

"Rachel you know this house has a rule." Quinn said as she unlocked the door and motioned for Rachel to enter.

"Yes, 'don't wake you before 10 unless it's for sex.' And seeing as I'm not Santana and she is not here I figured that rule was none existent."

"God, Rae if you weren't one of the few friends I had, I'd close the door on you right now and return to my bed but seeing as you'd more than likely follow me up or just pace back and forth, it be easier for me to ask what can I help you with?"

"Awe Quinn you do see me as a friend. As you know I have a schedule that I have to maintain to keep this body in top Broadway form and as I was running this morning I realized that I have not seen you in some time and your girl would be very mad at me if I just left you alone."

"So your logical conclusion was to wake me at 6:30?"

"Granted 6:30 is a little excessive, but I used to recall a time when you woke before the sun rose. Back when you were head cheerleader and you'd run your practices like a boot camp, of course that was before Santana."

"Yes, well I do prefer her methods of reasoning as to being up early. Want something to drink?"

"Sure. Speaking of which have you heard from her?"

"Yeah, I finally received a letter from her. Don't worry I'm sure she wrote you as well."

"How is she?"

"From what she said she's doing ok and the guys in her company are pretty cool so I'm feeling good. Plus she left me a gift which I have yet to collect 'cause the store was closed."

"Awe how cute, big bad Santana showing her soft side a million miles away." Quinn just rolled her eyes at Rachel's remarks; she knew how much it bothered Santana to be seen as "soft" but to the people that mattered, Santana would do anything to see them smile even including the tiny human standing in front of her filled with too much excitement at 6:30 in the morning.

"Don't say that to loud she might just hear you." Quinn said with a wink. "So what are your plans today Rae?"

"Would you like to accompany me to the movies this afternoon? They are showing A Star is Born and The Way We Were at The Guild."

"Sure why not. All I have to do is pick up my gift then my day is free."

"Great I'll see you around 2:30?"

"Yes, I promise I'll there. Just remember do not wake me before 10 again please."

"I know, I know 'unless it's for sex.'" At that Rachel stood and hugged Quinn and walked out of her apartment with a little bounce in her step.

Hours later found Quinn inside the corner store searching for box 362. When she found it she eagerly turned the key anticipating the gift Santana left behind. What she found was a small letter written on thick card-stock in Santana's cursive script.

Babe,

Here is a small gift. I hope you like it and I think this is the one you wanted. I know sometimes I pretend to zone out when you're talking about your photography, I do it mostly to see you bite your lip when you get frustrated as you internally debate to hit me or to stop talking…but I do pay attention.

I had to talk to that stuffy professor who by the way has a thing for you. I swear I wanted to punch him when he got all dopey eyed when I mentioned your name…if I didn't love you….but any way I digress. I hope you like it and think of me when you use it.

Always yours,

Santana

As Quinn finished reading the card she removed the gift from its confines and tore it open. There wrapped in newspaper clippings got to love the effort you put into it, was a Hasselblad 500c camera. Quinn just stared at the camera and remembered why she loved Santana. It wasn't for the gifts that she gave her but the meanings behind them. The fact that Santana would spend time to set this up before she left showed how much Quinn mattered to her. It also tore at her heart because she came face to face with the reality that she wouldn't be able to run home and wrap her arms around Santana and kiss her endlessly to thank her. In fact not being able to call her at all made her want to cry.