Author's Note: I like both Santana and Quinn a lot. I was surprised for one episode they did have sex and disappointed it didn't go anywhere after that. I think that night stuck with them both and Santana has especially carried it with her since then. So, read on and enjoy! Feel free to leave a review.
Santana Lopez stared at her iPhone as the moonlight flooded into her makeshift bedroom from the window. The text message was branded into her mind and she couldn't shake it.
Sam proposed and I said yes.
The Latina dancer sneered. Trouty Mouth had done it again, the bastard. She could see her ex-lover now huddled up with Lipsy McChapStick in their bungalow. Santana felt bile rise up in her chest. She stared at the unanswered message and suddenly she stretched back her arm and tossed her phone against the wall. She heard it fall to the ground but didn't get up to grab it.
How could Brittany say yes to Froggy Lips? Of all people her best friend had to have eyes for . . . Santana shook her head. Her day couldn't get any worse.
"Santana, Noah and I are going out now. There's leftover vegetarian lasagna in the fridge and Kurt's lemon pie is still in there too, so please don't eat it and-" Rachel stopped speaking when she stuck her head past the curtain. "Are you okay, San?"
The young woman stared at her friend. "M'fine. Why?"
Rachel stepped into the room and pulled the blue curtain shut. She was wearing a short ruby dress with sleeves that cut off at the elbows and a pair of gold heels with spikes on the heel. Santana licked her lips. It still amazed her that Berry could look this good, compared to what she used to wear in high school at least.
"You're crying," Berry stated. She folded her arms in front of her and sat on the edge of Santana's bed. The dancer crossed her legs and wrapped her arms around her sweater-covered waist.
"Get outta my room Hobbit. Go have dinner with Puck."
Rachel ran a hand through her straightened dark brown hair. "Noah can wait a minute. He's with Jake working on a song anyway. Do you want to talk about it?"
Santana stared at the wall opposite from her. There was a poster of Brittany with a group of her other dancers as they performed on "So You Think You Can Dance". She looked so young back then. When did they last see each other? She wasn't with Sam then that was for sure. Britt wouldn't have invited her back to her dressing room if that was the case. At the thought of their time spent together, after they were out in the real world and things were okay again, Santana's eyes watered.
The mattress dipped as Rachel leaned over and placed a hand on the girl's arm. "San?"
"Britt is getting married," she blurted. "She told me through fucking text message. That—bitch," she shouted. "I can't believe she would do that. She couldn't even call!"
Rachel moved closer, sitting beside her on the bed. "Maybe she was afraid of what you would say."
Santana shook her head. "She still should have called. She owes me that much."
"San, just because you dated a while ago, it doesn't mean she owes you. I don't owe Finn anything if Noah and I get married."
"It's not the same Berry, okay? We were soul mates. She's—she was everything to me. I lost my relationship with my nana for her. I gave it all up and then she goes and gets engaged to Lisa Rinna. It's not fair!" The woman started to sob. Rachel wrapped her arm around the girl's shoulder and brought her closer to her. The girls sat on the bed together as Santana cried.
"Maybe this isn't just about Britt. Maybe—have you thought that this could be about—well-"
"Just spit it out Berry," she sniffed. "I haven't got all day."
Rachel sighed. "When was the last time you went on a date?"
Santana tried to think of her last serious date. Between catching shifts at the diner, dance classes, and looking for non-Broadway work, she didn't have much time to go on the hunt for her next serious relationship. Other than a few flings with girls she met at the clubs with Kurt, that was the only action she was getting. Even worse, since Kurt started dating Adam a year ago, she hadn't been going to the clubs as much, at least not the ones that were exclusively LGBT. She hadn't realized until then how draining it all had been.
San rubbed her eyes. "A while," she said.
"How long exactly?"
"Excluding Britt?"
Rachel nodded.
"Mr. Schue's fake wedding."
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "With Brittany?"
Santana shook her head. "No."
The Broadway beauty sat up and shifted to stare directly at her friend. "Do I know her?"
Santana sighed. "It's none of your business Berry."
"Au contraire, it is my business. If we're going to get you back on your feet, I need to know everything."
"Don't you have a date night to start?"
Rachel shrugged. "Noah can wait. He's still practicing." Santana listened hard and heard the music coming from Jake's loft. "Now, who is she?"
Santana thought back to that disastrous wedding four years ago. One good thing came from it though. She remembered Quinn all gussied up, looking like a woman who knew what she wanted. And at the time, it was Santana. Even after this long it was still hard to imagine it happened, not only once, but twice. Well, more like three, but who was counting? She wanted to go back to that night and talk to Quinn more, see if this really was just a one-night thing. She wondered if Quinn still remembered their shared night fondly.
"Q," Santana said quietly.
Berry blinked. Santana watched the girl's eyes widen as the nickname came to mind. "You and Quinn-"
"We hooked up Berry, get over it," Santana sighed.
"That's—wow I never would have—well actually I have thought you two are quite cute together, but I didn't think it would actually happen."
"Yeah, well, it only happened once, alright? Don't go making a big deal out of it."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "It kind of is a big deal. I can tell it meant a lot to you that she shared a personal part of herself with you. And you obviously wouldn't mind if it happened again, right?"
Santana shrugged. No, she wouldn't mind, but she wasn't going to let her snoopy friend know that. Next thing she knew Rach would have Quinn on a flight out to New York and there would be no stopping the dwarf from arranging their wedding. Then again, if Quinn did come out for a visit, it wouldn't be so bad.
"Forget it Berry, she's not gonna come out here. She's dating that Islamic guy in one of her law classes. I saw it months ago on Facebook."
Rachel smirked. "You obviously don't go online very often. That ended two months ago."
Santana squinted at the girl. "Seriously? Wasn't she head over heels for him."
Rachel shrugged. "Not really. She called last week to talk and when I asked her about it, she said he was just a fling. He wasn't ready to commit and neither was she. So, want me to call her?"
"No!" Santana shrieked. "Are you crazy Rach? She's not into girls. I know these things. I got a sixth sense."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "And how many times has this sense been wrong?"
"Not often enough to make me want to call her."
"Oh come on San, what's the harm in calling? It's summer right? You could just ask her to come for a visit. You can even make it sound like it's my idea."
Santana shook her head. "I don't know Berry. I have a bad feeling about this."
Rachel took her friends hands in hers. "Santana, you can't just sit in your room and mope. Brittany has moved on, and I know it sucks but you can't let the relationship hold you back anymore. It's time to jump in with both feet."
The Latina stared at her friend, her dark brown eyes scanning the Jewish girl's face for any signs she was lying. Finally, she nodded. "Gimmie your phone."
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "What happened to yours?"
"I threw it at the wall, now hand it over Gayberry before I tell your boyfriend you're trying to hook me up with his baby mama."
Rachel pulled out her phone from her clutch purse. "You don't give him enough credit. He already thinks you two are 'gay for each other'," she said with air quotes.
Santana smirked. "He's not far off."
"Rach, you ready?" Noah called from the front door.
"Coming Noah!" Rachel got off the bed and straightened her dress. "How do I look?"
"If you weren't straight I'd have you under the sheets in a heartbeat."
"Don't tell Quinn you said that!" Rachel giggled. "We want her to think you're serious."
"I am serious!"
"Yo, Diva, we're gonna be late for our reservations!"
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Coming!" She flashed a thumb's up at Santana before leaving. "Good luck."
Santana waiting until the sounds of her roommates died away. She could still hear Jake's guitar strumming from above her. From below, Mercedes' singing was a dull murmur. The young woman took a deep breath then searched the speed dial for Quinn's number. Once found, the phone started to ring.
After half a minute, someone picked up. "Hello?"
"Q?"
"S?"
Santana chuckled. "Long time no talk."
"Yeah, no kidding. Sorry about that. School's just been crazy. How've you been?"
She shrugged. "I've been better, but I hear from Rach so have you. Sorry about the break-up."
Quinn laughed. "Oh yeah, that. It's no big deal. He wasn't anyone to cry over. To be honest, most guys at Yale aren't much these days. I'm kinda in a slump."
"Me too. No one's really catching my eye."
"Looks like we're in the same boat."
Santana nodded. "Yeah. So uh—what are you up to this summer?"
"Not much. I was gonna take a few courses, but I decided not to. I've still got a few more years left till I'm done with my degree. I can wait till the last minute to cram those courses in."
Santana laughed. "Quinn Fabray, are you becoming a slacker?"
"No! I just know when to take a break, unlike some people."
"You mean Berry? Yeah, she's crazy busy. But uh, I was wondering. Since you're not busy, do you maybe want to come to New York for a bit? Rach misses you and uh—I do too."
Santana was sure she could hear Quinn smiling on the other end. "I'd like that. Is there room for me at your place?"
"Yeah, there's always the couch, or . . ."
"Or what?"
"Or you could sleep in my bed. With me."
"Are you asking me to sleep with you?"
Santana shrugged. "Well, more like making that one-night thing become a two-nighter. Or possibly longer, depending on how long you want to stay."
Quinn didn't answer for a minute. Santana smacked herself on the forehead. "Damn, sorry Quinn, I shouldn't have assumed—I mean I'm usually a lot smoother in the delivery . . . Shit," she sighed.
Her friend laughed. "S, calm down. I've already found a cheap seat on a flight leaving tomorrow."
Santana blushed. "That was fast."
"Well, I was kinda hoping someone would invite me someplace. I didn't exactly want to go back to Lima for the summer."
They talked for a while longer, Santana wasn't sure how long. Near the end, she decided it couldn't hurt to ask her something that had been bothering San for the past four years. "Hey Q, do you uh—do you remember that night of Mr. Schue's fake wedding reception?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Did you—do you still think about it?"
"Well yeah, of course, it was a lot of fun."
Santana nodded. "It was, but I mean, did it—did it make you think about your sexuality or anything?"
"San, are you asking me if I'm lesbian?"
"Kind of?"
Quinn chuckled. "You really aren't as smooth as you used to be. I've been doing a lot of thinking, especially after that last guy, and I don't know. I could be, or I could be bisexual. I'm still working things out. But I like you, I always have. We've been best friends since we could talk. Whatever my sexuality, I'm looking forward to spending the summer with you, okay?"
Santana smiled. "Okay. Well I'd better go. Berry's going to flip is a waste all her minutes."
"Why didn't you call on your phone?"
"It's a long story. I'll tell you when you get here."
"Okay. I'll meet you at the airport."
"Bye."
They hung up, leaving Santana to lean back against her makeshift headboard. She imagined Quinn running into her arms and spinning her around like those clichéd chick flicks always talked about. Santana scrunched up her face.
"God San, you're getting too mushy for your own good," she muttered. Her stomach gurgled. That vegetarian lasagna was starting to sound mighty good.
