Santana's P.O.V.
I think talking to Russell actually helped Quinn. She's more open to talking about him and she seems less angry. The overall result was just really well. Lately I've really been missing California, Rachel and Puck went back two weeks ago and Rachel is supposed to come back but I don't know about Puck. I want to go back. I miss so many things I can't even being to list them and I miss my Tio. I haven't talked to him in a while and I'd love to see him. Since I don't really have anything holding me here I was thinking of going back and asking Quinn to come with me. I mean it would be a nice getaway and give her some new surroundings. I think she'll come but I'm not sure since she's just starting to spend time with her brother. I don't even know what I'll do if she says no...maybe I'll just go to visit but...I don't want my life to be here in Lima and I'm not sure I want to go to New York if Quinn wants to go back there. I guess I should talk to her about it, whenever she gets out of the shower. I'm incredibly bored so I pick up my phone and call Rachel.
"Hello?"
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Nothing just...enjoying the view." She says.
"You're at the beach aren't you?" I ask.
"Of course." She says and I roll my eyes.
"You're such a pervert."
"Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?"
"Whatever." I say and she chuckles.
"Don't be mad that I'm single and you're married." Rachel says and I hear a voice in the background. One excited high pitched voiced that I haven't heard in months. Kasey.
"Give me the phone!" I hear her say and I laugh to myself.
"Hello?"
"What's up Kasey?" I say.
"What the fuck Santana?! You drop off the face of the planet for like months and now I hear you're married and living in some small town?! How fucking lame is that? And would it have killed you to text me like at anytime? For all I know you could've been dead!" She says and I just can't hold back the laugh.
"This is so not funny! I am going to strangle you when you come back. You are coming back right?" She asks.
"Yes I'll be back. Hopefully soon."
"Good. Bringing wifey along?" She says teasingly and I roll my eyes.
"I don't know."
"What?! You have to bring her so we can decide if she's good enough for you! From what Rachel said, I think she gets the thumbs up but I have to meet her!"
"Okay, quit your fucking screeching."
"Don't curse at me. I've missed you, you're a shitty friend."
"The phone works both ways Kasey. I didn't get a text or phone call." I say.
"You know I'm not good at texting or calling people. You know our dynamic!" She says and I shake my head.
"Okay Kasey, okay. How's my baby?"
"I took her out for a spin last night, she's still in good shape."
"Good shape? She'd better be in great shape or I'm kicking your ass. Who gave you the...where's Nick?" I ask.
"He just came back with coffee."
"Let me talk to him." I hear some shuffling then a deep voice say.
"Santana, what's up?!"
"Who the hell told you to give the key to my motorcycle to your clumsy ass girlfriend?" I say.
"Uh...sorry."
"Sorry is right you fucking Abercrombie and Fitch model. If there's even a scratch on -"
"Whoa! Whoa! Chill! It hadn't moved in months. I had to take it for a spin to make sure everything worked properly. Relax." He says and I roll my eyes.
"It better be fine or -"
"San I got this."
"Whatever. Where's the last of you annoying idiots?" I ask.
"Why do we even talk to you?"
"Because I'm fucking awesome." I say and he scoffs but chuckles after.
"Serena had to work today."
"I'll probably text her then."
"Cool, talk to Rachel." He says then I hear Rachel.
"Where did he go?" I ask.
"He's trying to dunk Kasey in the water." Rachel says with a laugh and I sigh. I miss that.
I miss all of us just hanging out at the beach or going on a hike or just going to a movie. I guess I could do that here but my friends are in California. I met Nick when I went surfing for the first time, he was this big buff guy he's like 6'5 and he had really long hair back then but he cut it now. He's a really laid back guy and he, Puck and I are always pulling pranks on each other. Rachel met Kasey in an acting class and she's this bubbly, sweet, caring, glass half full kind of girl. We introduced them and they've been dating for a while. We all met Serena at a concert. She was this little fun, feisty, crazy, red head and she fit the group perfectly. I miss them.
"You guys sound like you're having fun." I say.
"Yeah it would be better if you were here though."
"Of course it would be but I do wish I was there. I'm going to see if I can get there soon."
"Good." Rachel says and I hear Quinn coming into the bedroom.
"Yeah but I got to go. Tell those losers I miss them." I say.
"Will do. Tell Quinn hi for me."
"Will do." I say and hang up the phone. I turn on my back and look at Quinn.
"Who was that?" She asks as she walks over to my dresser.
"Rachel. She said hi." I say and Quinn nods.
"Oh you should have let me talk to her." Quinn says.
"Sorry." Quinn shrugs and pulls her towel off to start rubbing lotion on her body.
"I could help with that." I say and Quinn chuckles.
"You'd like that but we can't have sex right now." She says as she rubs lotions on her legs. I think she's doing this on purpose. You don't tell someone you can't have sex then bend over right in front of their face.
"Why can't we have sex exactly?" I ask.
"Because you were supposed to had taken a shower already, which you haven't and we're supposed to be leaving in about 30 minutes." Right. We're supposed to be going out with Brittany and some of their friends to get some food then go to a party later. It's not that I don't want to go but I'd rather stay here and have sex.
"Okay I can take a 15 minute shower, we can have sex for ten minutes and leave out in the last five."
"Sex for ten minutes? We both know that it'll take longer than that because there is no such thing as a quickie with you." She says and I shrug.
"Fine. I'll go shower." I say as I get up from the bed.
"Good." Quinn says. As I walk past her I slap her ass and she yelps. I laugh as I leave out until I hear the snap of a towel and feel a pain in my back.
"What the fuck?!" I say as I look back at her smirk.
"Go shower."
"You just fucking hit me with that towel."
"You can get me back later. Go shower."
"No." I say and feel another pain in my arm.
"Stop!" I say but Quinn just laughs.
"This shit isn't funny! Knock it off." I glare at her and she smirks.
"What are you going to do about it?" She asks and I raise an eyebrow.
"We can't get into the right now or we're going to be late. Go shower." She says.
"Say please." Quinn rolls her eyes.
"Fine. Please go shower."
"Since you asked nicely...No." I quickly grab the towel from Quinn and hit her with it on her thigh.
"Ouch you fucker!" She says and charges at me. I quickly run out of the room and upstairs laughing the whole time. I go in the bathroom and lock the door.
"Take a fucking shower!" Quinn says then I hear her go back downstairs. I continue to laugh as I strip and turn on the water.
Quinn's P.O.V.
That hurt a lot more than I expected. I'm going to kick her ass when she gets out of the bathroom. I finish putting on lotion and dressing and Santana still isn't out of the shower. I think I'm going to play with Santana's piano. She was supposed to be teaching me how to play but we ended up having sex on it. I wonder if you can have too much sex? Is that even possible? If it is Santana and I might be on that border...or just past it. I guess we're just making up for lost time because it took so long to finally get there. I sit on the piano bench and run my finger over the keys. Where's the sheet music? I do know half of a song but I can't play it without the sheet. I get up and walk over to this sort of filing cabinet but it's not. It's big with two rows of drawers. Santana said it was here when they got here and they never got rid of it. The drawers themselves are pretty deep and it looks like a large filing cabinet so that's what I'm saying it is. I've seen Santana put stuff in here so that might be a good place to look. I open the first drawer on the left and find a few unimportant things like magazines and a lot of junk mail. Why would she put that in here? I close that drawer and open the one on the right. It's the same shit but I see a folder at the bottom of it. Maybe that's it? I pull the folder out and close the drawer. As I close the drawer something falls from the folder. I look down at the white...what is that? It's not a piece of paper because it's too shiny...I guess.
I pick it up and flip it over to see a picture of...my father? What the hell? I open the folder and it's full of pictures. Pictures of my father and my mother and me. There's pictures of me in my house. What the fuck? There's notes in here too... and on the back of some of the pictures. They're about...arsenic? Killing him on his way to work? Killing...Lucy. Killing me. What the fuck is going on?!
"Quinn! Where are you?! Don't pop up out of nowhere because I might punch you in the face on accident but it's a reflex. I want to talk to about something sort of important." I hear Santana say from upstairs. I storm up the stairs and into the living room where I find her in only her bra and underwear.
"Whoa, you look pissed. Did I hit you that hard?" She says while I glare at her I throw the pictures at her.
"What the..." She trails off as she looks at the pictures that litter the floor.
"Fuck."
"Yeah fuck! What the fuck is this Santana?! Are some sort of stalker?! And killing people?!" I yell and she bites her lip.
"I can explain this."
"Well fucking explain because I'm all fucking ears!"
"Can you calm down?"
"No I can't! Don't say another fucking word unless it explains this shit or I'm calling the cops!"
"I'm an assassin or I was rather." What?
"What?! There's just a fucking school where you learn to kill people?! I didn't know that was really a career choice Santana!"
"It's complicated."
"Uncomplicate it now." She sighs and runs her hand through her hair.
"Were you hired to kill me and my father?" I ask and she shakes her head.
"That's the complicated part." She says and I don't say anything and she takes that as a hint to continue.
" Are you sure you can handle this? You're father is involved."
"Fucking say it." I say and she sighs but nods.
"Alright. My parents were killed by your father who is also a former assassin. I watched him kill my mother then my father. I became an assassin out of convenience since I wanted to learn to kill so I could kill your father one day. I'd been dreaming of killing him since I was a kid for what he'd done to me. I only involved you because I wanted him to suffer before I killed him. I was going to kill you and him but I changed my mind."
"And what caused this change of heart?" I ask.
"I fell in love with you. The plan changed so many times. First I was just going to kill him but I found out you were home so I was going to be your friend then kill you but I got confused over the Lucy and Quinn thing and I wanted to date you and break your heart then kill you but then I fell for you and decided to just kill him but he had that heart attack and I knew how much he meant to you and I couldn't hurt you like that so I decided not to do anything and that's where we are right now." She says quickly all in one breath.
"So the whole reason you even dated me...was to get to my father by killing me?"
"Yeah but I kept dating you because I wanted to. I love -"
"Don't you dare say it." I say interrupting her.
"You lied to me. You lied to me since day one and kept this huge secret from me. Would you have ever even told me? Would you still go out and kill people then come back to me like nothing happened?"
"No. I was going to tell you...I don't know when but I was and I'm done doing that."
"You're no better than my fucking father, you know that? And I'm a huge idiot for thinking you were actually genuine and that this was real."
"I am genuine and this is real Quinn. I fucking love you and I know this is fucked up but I couldn't have told you all this yet."
"Yes you could have! You should have told me all of this the second this got serious and you had feelings for me!"
"I'm sorry! I didn't know what to do, I just didn't want to lose you." She says and I shake my head.
"It's too late for that. I'm done and I'm moving out. I suggest you go back to California."
"Quinn don't -"
"Fuck you Santana! I gave you my all and you were lying from the start. You're a fucking homicidal maniac and excuse me for not wanting to deal with that! You fucking...you wanted to fucking kill me! And for all I know you attempted!"
"I didn't, I swear I didn't"
"I don't fucking care. I'm getting my shit and leaving. I want you back in California in the next week and if you ever try to contact me again I'm calling the police." I say as I dig my nails into the palms of my hands. I can't stop the flow of tears and it pisses me of that I care so much. I love her so much and I just feel so much hurt right now. I want to punch her in the face and kiss her at the same time. I hate her but I love her so much. I can't take this right now. I feel my feet carrying me to the door but everything is so surreal I'm not even sure if this is reality or a nightmare. I wish it was the latter but my aching heart is telling me it's my reality.