Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoy this chapter. As always thank you for reading and if you feel like it please review.
Enjoy.
-Mouser
Chapter 5
"All right boys, simple flea flicker play, Vigil, snap after the third blue. Abrams come from my left and I'll hand it off to you, go about 5 yards up and pass it back to me. Chang, during this run up the side and break right about 20 yards up. I think you can out run Martinez. Plus he's been running his mouth and I'd like to rub the score in his face a bit. Got it everyone? Good let's win this game." Santana said as she rose from the sand clasping her hands together while the rest of the men yelled "break."
"Blue 32, blue 32, blue 32." Santana yelled as Vigil snapped the ball and all was working as planned until Martinez rushed Santana instead of following Chang up the makeshift sidelines, and drove her into the sand.
"What the fuck Martinez?" Santana yelled as she pushed him off of her. "It's fucking flag football!"
"Well you know what they say, if you can't take the heat…"
"Listen fucker I know all about…" before Santana could finish her sentence Chang came between the two of them. "He's not worth it, plus we have we have patrol with him tonight."
"Fine. Fine I lost my temper, I'm good now Chang." Mike Chang just chuckled mostly because he wasn't on the wrong side of Santana's temper.
"Lopez." Schuester yelled as he exited a tent, "Mail just arrived."
"See ya boys; we'll finish this game later."
"Wow she's in New York and she has you wrapped." Artie Abrams said as Santana jogged towards Shue. Santana threw her hands in the air flipping off the guys as she departed the game.
Santana grabbed water along with her letter and sat on her cot hoping this letter was in response to hers. She was dying to know if Quinn received her gift because it was one of three that she set up before she left. All three gifts were tied into one another and would be one step closer to helping Quinn accomplish one of her dreams. She loved helping Quinn accomplish her dreams and hoped that she would be home in time to see this one pay off. Knowing that she only had a limited amount of time before she had patrol duty she began to read.
Hi Love,
Hope this letter finds you well. I miss you so much and every time that I feel like I've adjusted to you being gone something reminds me. This time it was your gift. Thank you so much for the camera I love it. Yes, it was the one I wanted and I'm sorry that you had to talk to Professor Jamerson, but honey I think he likes any woman under 30 and thank you for not punching him I know how hard that must have been for you.
I took some pictures of the park by our apartment and sent them. I hope you like them. Rachel has asked me to take the pictures of the cast of her new play. I thought that was pretty cool but I'm nervous. I've never taken pictures of people for professional purposes, but I think I can do it or at least I hope I can. I know if you were here you'd say "Babe you'll do fine you got this in the bag. You work magic with your camera." And I miss that. I miss your reassurances about the big things and the little things too.
I have been spending time with Rachel and Finn so you don't have to worry. I'm living and having fun and not completely shutting myself off from the rest of the world. I know you left Rachel with instructions to involve me in her daily activities but you really should have stressed times to her. Love she has been here at 6.30 several times. 6:30!
I hope the men and women in your company are good people. It makes me feel better knowing that some have been there and have returned home at some point. I think I like Abrams and Chang (don't punch them especially if they have girlfriends). Love people do have first names. I know you're used to calling people by last names only but us non-military personal like full names and if I get to meet them one day I just want to address them as something other than "Abrams" and "Chang."
I hope you're keeping your "Lima Heights" attitude in check, you know how it can get you in trouble. But in all seriousness just be safe and return home to me. I love you and the answer to your question is always yes.
Always Yours,
Quinn
Santana removed the pictures of the park and pinned them above her headboard. It was a nice reminder of where she wanted to be in a year but she would have loved some pictures of Quinn to add to the pictures of what she considered "home." She would just have to ask Quinn to send some in her next letter; maybe even add one of Berry for the hell of it. Granted it would go to the divas head but still it would make her happy and Santana loved to do that for her as well. Before Santana could remove her pen and pad to write back to Quinn she noticed it was time for patrol. As she exited her tent her last thoughts were of Quinn and how much she loved her.