Hello Reader,
I read the reviews and respond to them as well. Thank you again for reading and reviewing. And let's see where I take the characters and how they affect each other. Sorry this post is late and more than likely not another one till Monday.
Enjoy
-Mouser
Chapter 7
"Oh my God Rachel what do you want from me?" Quinn mumbled into her pillow, as she heard knocking at her door. Noticing that it was passed 10 she realized maybe she drank too much last night even though she didn't remember drinking that much. But the slight headache was ok, it just meant for one day she was not stressed with worry over Santana. And if truth be told she was glad Rachel got her out of the apartment. Slowly making her way to the door she yelled "Who is it?"
"Your neighbor Richard," was the response which was weird, because in the two years that she and Santana lived there they had only talked to him once if that.
"Hi, how can I help you?"
"Hi, sorry to wake it you. It seems that Michael mixed up our mail. I have a couple of letters for you, and unfortunately I've been out-of-town. But I believe these are yours."
"Thank you, Richard."
"No problem. I'll keep a better lookout for anything else that might get mixed up, especially seeing the return address. I'm guessing someone you know is serving overseas?"
"Ya, my girlfriend. Santana. I believe you meet her once when we first moved in. She's in Afghanistan in the Marines."
"Wow, that's really brave well I wish her a safe return and if you need anything just let me know."
"Ok. I will thank you Richard." Quinn just nodded as what the fuck is up with everyone acting like I'm going to jump ship just because San's overseas went through her head. As she closed the door she muttered "Creep." It was bad enough she had to deal with Puck last night, every time she turned around there he was handing her a glass of alcohol or getting way to close for her comfort. Thank God Finn stepped in a time or two and put some distance between them. Later on she would call Rachel and ask what his deal was.
She gathered her letters and went back to her room. Covered in blankets and leaning on her pillow she stared at the three letters in front of her. The dates were stretched out from each other so she saw that as a good sign. "Just be safe my love," she whispered into the emptiness of her room as she tore the first letter open.
Hey Babe,
Your last letter found me well. In fact guess what I'm doing while I'm over…playing the guitar. I know I haven't really done that since high school, but it's a nice way to pass the time. Abrams, I mean Artie plays so it has become a bit of a competition between us. You know how competitive I can be but he is one of the best guys here. I think you'd like him. I think you'd like his girlfriend as well. Her name is Brittney and she was a cheerleader like you. (God those skirts. Thank God for those skirts.) She is a dance teacher to five-year olds. We're making plans to meet when this is all over. I want you to get know them because he and Chang have my back here. Mike Chang, see babe I can use first names is another guy that I'd like you to meet. He's smart like you babe I bet the two of you could have one of those talks about the meaning of life. I think we could add the four of them to our group of friends. The two of them are part of my four man team. The fourth is not worth mentioning.
Babe the pictures you took of the park were some of your best. I think they'll go great with your next gift. Whenever you get this letter you need to go to Frames and Things. Let them know who you are and something is waiting for you there. I hope you like it.
You know that I love all the pictures that you take but do you think you could send me one of you? I need one to add to my collage of "Home." If you want because I know you hate being the center of attention take one with Berry. Or if you're feeling frisky maybe take one in that cheerleading outfit. I'm kidding (a woman can dream) we can save that for when I return and yes I am lifting my brows up and down and I do have a bit of a smirk on my lips as I'm writing this.
Remember that every day I think of you and every day is one day closer to my return. Love you babe .
Always yours,
Santana
P.S. Always be mine?
Quinn just laughed at Santana's brashness. Santana was never shy in voicing her opinion about her desires for Quinn. I wonder what the second letter is about. I hope it's not more requests for high school clothed pictures of me. But San does love me in skirts. I bet she's going crazy and it's only been two months 'cause Lord knows I am. Quinn folded her letter and moved on to the next hoping for good news.
Hey Babe,
I am so frustrated right now. As much as I like the guys here there are a couple of douches. I know, I know keep the Lima in check but this one guy is that and the bag. Martinez, reminds me of some of the guys we went to high school with. The ones that think they are better than everyone else around them. I won't even address him by his first name. I swear he is dangerous and if he keeps up his crap he's going to get someone hurt. Unfortunately, he outranks me so that sucks but I think others are noticing and I hope they will do something about it soon. I'm sorry Babe, I don't want to get you frightened or stressed but I needed to vent. Artie and Mike agree with me so at least I know that if push comes to shove I can depend on them.
We just built a school outside a tiny village and you should see the kids how happy there are for the basic stuff and just the ability to learn in some place safe. I'm glad I'm here making a difference and before we know it I'll be back home. Unfortunately, because we are almost done we have to do more patrols around here. It seems that once a project is almost completed the insurgents try to destroy it. It's getting a little heavy over here, but I'll keep my head down.
Artie is my wheel guy and thank God he can drive without getting us into trouble. Mike is my communication guy and Martinez, well he's here. But all in all patrolling hasn't been bad.
Don't be scared about the stuff I wrote earlier but I needed to write it all down just to release it. Remember that every day I think of you and every day is one day closer to my return. Love you babe Always yours,
Santana
P.S. Always be mine?
The second letter scared Quinn, even if Santana said it was just her way of venting. She wanted to believe that someone always had San's back and she would be safe. Mainly she wanted her home but that was another eight months away. She really hoped the third letter was better news, because if not the fear in her heart would consumer her and drive her a little crazy. Quinn wondered how the family members of other service men and women before her dealt with their fear and uncertainness of their loved ones being overseas. She would manage and maybe talk to Rachel and Finn about her fear. As she debated about just calling Rachel or reading the third letter her need to know if San was ok won out. With a deep breath she started the third letter.
Hey Babe,
Really great news at the first of next month I get a Skype call. That's right you get to see my gorgeous face ; ) just joking. It'll be really good to talk to you, not that I don't mind writing but it'll be nice to actually see you and hear your voice. I'll be able to send you an e-mail the day before to set up a time so you're not waiting. But I'm so glad to get some form of communication other then letters. Technology is great when your allowed to use it. Everyone here is going to get a Skype call and we're all excited.
I hope you're doing well. I am doing much better and Martinez is being less of a jerk so that's always good. I haven't received any of your letters other than the first. Sometimes mail is slow getting to us but I know you've sent some so no worries. Did you go pick up your gift? If so I hope you like it.
Sorry this letter is short but it's been a long day and a longer night is planned.
Remember that every day I think of you and every day is one day closer to my return. Love you babe Always yours,
Santana
P.S. Always be mine?
The last letter definitely brightened Quinn's mood, knowing that she'd get to talk to Santana. Being able to actually see her and see that she was ok would help ease her mind. Mentally debating if sleep was more important or getting up and going to Frames and Things, her headache reminded her that maybe a little more sleep would be beneficial. Before falling back to sleep Quinn sent a text to Rachel for some schedule girl time in the late afternoon to talk about Santana, and to ask about Puck.