A/N: So I debated for a long time whether or not I should continue this story. I finally decided I would continue but it would be a short story, just a couple chapters peeking in at Santana and Quinns' life. So far it is three chapters long. Not sure if I am going to to do a fourth chapter as an epilogue. Let me know what you think of this chapter and if I should do a fourth. Thanks and I hope you like it. Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of its characters. Glee belongs to it's creators and FOX.

Ch.2

I never thought we would have another Valentine's Day together, especially not six years later. Yet here I find myself siting across from Quinn in a tiny family owned restaurant in Little Italy laughing over a bottle of red wine about the craziness that was Sue Sylvester.

"God do you remember the time she tried to shoot Britt from a canon?" Quinn giggled and then abruptly stopped, most likely because I'd deflated so quickly. "Oh Santana I am so sorry I didn't mean…"

I waved her apology off, "Its fine, I am okay." And I was, amazingly in this moment I was alright and not devastated at the mention of my ex-girlfriend.

Quinn eyed me down before reaching over and squeezing my hand, "Okay I believe you, but do you want to talk about it?" She was generally concerned and wanted to be here for me but it felt wrong to talk about Britt now, "No, its Valentine's Day and I don't want to ruin it for you."

Quinn rolled her eyes in response, "Ruin what? Its not like I am going to be going out to some romantic date with a boyfriend I don't even have. San," she eyed me good and smiled "I'm here in this cute restaurant having a long over due lunch with my best friend whom I haven't seen in two years. A friend who went through a very recent heartbreaking break up with not only her girlfriend of five years but also her best friend of twelve years. I want to help if I can in anyway that you need me."

I thought over her words, and though it would be nice to have someone to vent to about the end of my relationship with Brittany I really just want to be with my friend and have fun. "As much as I probably need to talk about it, there isn't much to say, we grew apart. I think it was pretty much inevitable; we are so different and have chosen two completely different paths in life. I'm sad, it aches but I also feel like this time I am okay with it; that one day we can be friends again and we won't get trap in this cycle we've been in for the past five years. And right now I really really just want to have fun with my other best friend."

"I can do that. Will you indulge me and come somewhere with me?" Quinn asked gently, almost hesitantly like she wasn't sure she wanted to ask but needed too.

"Sure."

An hour later I was cracking up as Quinn and I glided around the skating rink in Central Park. Quinn had caught an edge and started to fall I had gone to catch her but we crashed at a weird angle and ended up a mass of limbs on the ice. "Ow." Quinn laughed as I groaned. "That hurt more than I remembered."

"That's because we are getting old." I huffed before straightening myself up and reaching my hand down to help Quinn up. She took my hand and I lifted her. She groaned too and rubbed the small of her back. "How's the back?" I was worried she hurt it in our not so graceful fall to the ice.

"Fine, it pretty much always aches in the cold now a days. I'm going back in for surgery in March." This caught me off guard and I nearly fell again.

"What?"

Quinn sighed, "It's no big deal San. It's just been really painful for a year or so. My orthopedic surgeon just wants to go in and clean things up a bit and stabilize my spine a bit."

"Oh that's all, no big deal then." I hoped my voice oozed with sarcasm. Only Quinn Fabray would make serious spinal and back surgery into a mote point. She seriously undermined the importance of things in her life too much. "Seriously Quinn I would shove you right now for your nonchalant attitude about a serious surgery if it wouldn't break your back. Should we even be doing this right now?' I gestured around at the ice rink.

"Its fine San, if I stop doing things I loved just because it might hurt me I wouldn't do anything." Okay fair point, but still. "Just be careful, please."

She looped our arms together, "Always."

When Quinn had finally had enough of skating we decided to take a walk around the park, it was getting late and the sun was going down but it wasn't to chilly considering it was February. "So how is Columbia Law?" Quinn asked as we circled one of the many fountains in the park.

I felt myself getting excited, "Its amazing! I mean the third year is even harder than last year, something I didn't think was possible, but I love it. I'm taking some Constitutional Law classes and it is so interesting. I really think I can do something good with my degree." I glanced at Quinn in my periphery, "Though we've made some amazing strides and are actually much better than many other countries in the world, the laws regarding the handicapable and the implementations of those laws are still lacking. Then of course there are the laws regarding the LGBTQ community that need work." Quinn had heard my rants about the inequality in this country many times and sometimes I wondered if she ever got sick of hearing it.

"I think it is really great San, the route you've decided to take. I think your going to be a great lawyer and maybe even politician one day. The way you care about others and their wellbeing, it is truly heartwarming, and though others would say different, I am not surprised that you want to be a civil rights lawyer."

I raised my eyebrow at her, when I had revealed to my friends that I was dropping out of TISH in order to double major in pre-law and political science with a minor in disabilities studies, they'd all been shocked to the core, of course I had told Quinn over the phone and she hadn't sounded surprised. "No I am being serious San, you've always been the fiercest and loyalist friend a person could have, you love greater than anyone I know, you just didn't know how to show it without seeming vulnerable or weak in high school so you pretended to be tough and selfish, but this you, the one that cares for others before herself, she's always been there."

"Thanks, that means so much to me coming from you." It was true, Quinn's opinion no matter how much I used to deny it; meant so much to me and influences my choices more than she probably ever knew. As we walked my mind drifted to the past, it wasn't hard considering how much we had been reminiscing today, but with all the funny and happy moments there were so many unpleasant ones. Memories where Quinn and I have dropped the ball, where we'd let our insecurities and fears

dictate our actions and we failed to be there for each other, and I hated to admit that I dropped the ball more than she ever did.

"San?" Quinn's voice broke me from my thoughts.

"Yes?"

"You alright, you seemed to drift somewhere just now."

"Sorry, I was just thinking that I wish we had been this close, this open and honest with each other in high school, we'd have had a lot less slapfests."

"Ha, yeah my cheek wouldn't have been so rosy. I wish we'd been more honest and comfortable too but that wasn't who we were back then. Its alright, we made it here and that's what matters. The fact that we are still best friends five years after high school is a testament to how great we are as friends, if we hadn't had a strong bond in the beginning we would have drifted apart during college."

She was right so I dropped the issue. We continued to walk, stopping for some hot chocolate as we left the park and headed towards the subway to go back to my apartment. I have never been so glad that Quinn's job brought her here to New York. She'd been so busy that last two years and I missed her so much.

"I propose a pizza and movie marathon." Quinn suggested as we passed the local pizza place near my place. "Perfect."

"So how's life as a foreign correspondent." I wasn't the only one who'd taken a career change in college. After a semester in the drama department at Yale, Quinn switched her major as well to a Political Science with a concentration in Global Affairs and then she took it a step further and applied for subsequent award of her Bachelors and her Masters degrees (which meant a lot more classes at the graduate level). She minored in Arabic (making her now fluent in Arabic, Spanish, and French) and took photography on the side and did a year abroad at Oxford. It wasn't a surprise that she was hired by CNN upon graduation, she'd interned for them and they loved that she could be an on air correspondent (she was easy on the eyes and insanely smart) as well as take her own photographs on assignment. The past two years she'd been all over the world, including Afghanistan, the Caucuses in Russia, and various countries in Africa. She was quickly becoming the new Christiane Amanpour.

"Its great, I love seeing so many parts of the world, but…" She trialed off, "it's hard too, seeing the worst of human nature, what we are capable of doing to one another. It gets you down and just as your about to write off the world for the horrible things that happens, something amazing happens; a solider gives a child his own soccer ball, a Catholic and Muslim help one another rebuild after a horrible flood, a little boy smiles at you and says thank you when you give them a piece of candy."

"I think you're awesome and even though it's hard I think you are making a difference, by reporting the things you do, by printing the photographs you take. Its great Quinn."

"Thanks." She leaned over and nudged me before grabbing the pizza and heading back out the door. The rest of the night we watched old movies from high school and college like Pitch Perfect, Hunger Games, and Easy A. As Easy A ended I noticed that Quinn was snoring slightly, she was leaned into my side, blanket covering her softly. I sighed this was exactly what I need this Valentine's Day, one of the best Valentine's Day's ever.

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