AN: Big thanks to those who reviewed! So like I said before, this is the last chapter! Hopefully I did a good enough job for you all since I'm horrible at endings. It's much more lighthearted than the previous ones! Anyways, read. !
"Santana, you're not a demon. You're human. Just like I am."
You're human. Those were the only two words her mind managed to process. With a blank stare no doubt spread across her face, she continued to shake her head though more to herself than at Quinn. What. The. Hell. Was. Going. On? Was this some kind of a dream? Yes, of course it was. There was no way this was real. Maybe she was still unconscious and now this was a hallucination. She wasn't really here in Jacob Black's house. She wasn't really here with her best friend. She wasn't really human.
No. This was had to be just a really fucked up dream she was having.
"Okay. I get it." She pushed herself up onto her feet, declining Quinn's offer to help her up. "This is just a figment of my imagination. None of this is real."
Quinn stood up as well, brow deeply furrowed. "Santana, you're seriously scaring me. What is going on with you? Of course this is real!" She let out a sharp gasp when the blonde suddenly pinched her forearm. "See?"
"What the fuck!" She cried out indignantly, her hand flying to the red spot of skin on her forearm. She scowled. "Damn you Fabray."
"You must have hit your head pretty darn hard." Quinn commented. "Cause it completely knocked the good sense right out of you."
"Say whatever you want cause I don't care. This is all just a stupid freaky dream anyways."
"Santana!" Quinn rolled her eyes before exclaiming once more, "This is real life. If this had been a dream wouldn't you have awoken when I pinched you? Or slapped you?"
"If this isn't a dream then how the hell did I end up here?" She arched her brow expectantly as her hands flew to her hips. "Huh?"
"This morning we came over here and had breakfast with Billy while Jacob was still asleep." Quinn started, her arms folding over her chest. "Once he left to find the pack, you and I washed dishes before we came in here. Up until a few minutes ago you were rifling through his things absurdly talking about how he had a stash of porn hidden somewhere and how you were going to find it and use it to embarrass him. I left to use the restroom and when I came back out I found you spread eagled on the floor completely unconscious. Is that explanation enough for you or should I go back further?"
Okay. Maybe this wasn't a dream after all. Maybe she just stepped into some freaky parallel universe. Like Star Trek. But everything looked so damn normal…
"So, wait, here Jacob's alive?"
"Of course he's alive, Santana. Why wouldn't he be?" Quinn looked absolutely appalled that she would even suggest something implying the contrary.
"Relax, Quinn. It was just a question " She held up her hands in her defense. "Forget I said anything."
Quinn abruptly took her by the arm and led her out of Jacob's room. "Okay. I really think we need to take you outside for some fresh air."
The two of them crossed the living room where Billy and Charlie Swan were sitting watching some sports game on the television. "We'll be outside, Mr. Black." Quinn announced just before they slipped out the front door.
She dragged her fingers through her hair and continued to shake her head. As she followed Quinn down the front porch, she murmured to herself, "I am so confused."
"You and me both." Quinn responded, evidently overhearing her words. "When the family gets back I'm going to have Carlisle examine you. Maybe he can get you a CAT scan or something. Hopefully you don't have anything serious like internal bleeding going on in that head of yours… "
"Wait." She came to an abrupt halt which Quinn caught out of the corner of her eye. She turned around and looked at her expectantly. "So Carlisle's okay too? And the others? They're all alive?"
Though Quinn nodded her head, the concern on face grew. "Yes, Santana. We're all fine."
"Don't start talking to me like I'm fuckin' crazy, Fabray. Cause I'm not. I'm just…" she drifted off as her eyes raked in the blonde's outfit. She then pointed accusatorily at her chest. "I've seen you in those clothes before. That outfit…" She snapped her fingers as her eyes lit up with recognition. "You were wearing those exact clothes the day that the Vol-" She stopped mid sentence and swallowed the rest of that thought. "Quinn, when you said Jacob left with the pack…"
Quinn raised an eyebrow at the expression on her face.
"Yeah, he left with the pack because today's the day the newborns are coming? Remember? The battle is supposed to happen today."
"SHIT!" It all made sense now. This wasn't some alternative universe. She had somehow been transported back in time. She was here because she was supposed to stop the Volturi from massacring everyone! "We gotta go, Q!" She hastily latched onto Quinn's hand and began dragging the blonde toward the trees. "We have to stop the Volturi!"
"The Volturi? What are you talking about?" Quinn came to a grinding halt and yanked her arm out of her grasp. "Santana, they aren't involved in this! And even if they were, how do you expect us to stop them? We're human, remember?"
"How did that even happen?" she exclaimed with utmost irritation. Her hands flew to either side of her head. Now things were not making sense again. Why would she be sent back in time if she was rendered completely powerless to stop the Volturi?
"This isn't right. I should be a demon right now!" She swore with frustration as she snapped her fingers over and over only to fail in producing even the smallest spark. For once she wanted nothing more than to have her powers back.
"Santana, calm down and breathe!" Her concentration was broken as Quinn clasped both her shoulders and forced her to look into her green eyes. "You're not making any sense. You're not a demon. I'm not a demon. Neither one of us are or have ever been demons. Okay?"
"Quinn you may not be a demon now but I am. Don't you remember when we got sent down to Hell-"
"Santana we never got sent down to Hell." Quinn sharply interrupted, frowning.
"Yes we did!" she yelled. "The Council sent both our sorry ass's down there when they found out about you and Jacob! How could you have forgotten? You were there for Christ's sake, Q!"
Quinn, with her hands still resting on her shoulders, gave her a firm shake. "Santana, that's not even what happened! The Council never sent us to Hell!"
"What are you talking about, Fabray?" Quinn sighed heavily and dropped her hands from her shoulders. "We didn't get sent to Hell." she repeated in a much calmer tone.
"Since I kind of compromised all angel's existence, they decided they couldn't keep me as guardian because of my tie to Jacob. They couldn't very well punish me for something they themselves had set in motion so they made me human again. They wanted me to live a long and happy life, the one I should have had all those years ago."
Maybe this was an alternative universe after all because that did not sound like the something the Council would do. At all.
"That still doesn't explain how the fuck I'm human."
"Honestly, Santana." Quinn rolled her eyes. "You said it yourself that you weren't cut out to be a guardian. The Council knew that better than anyone. They knew you weren't really happy with this new life so they decided to make you human too."
Now that really didn't sound like the Council. But still…"You're serious?"
Quinn relaxed her stance and nodded, chuckling lightly. "The Council was more than willing to make you human if it meant finally getting you out of their hair. You've kind of been giving them a headache all these years."
She pursed her lips together as her eyes darted over Quinn's shoulders. Since this all sounded way too good to be true, she made sure not to get any of her hopes up. For all she knew Kitty and Sebastian could be out hiding somewhere with a hidden camera with the intent on making an idiot out of her. God did she hate those two.
"Santana, I'm not lying to you." Quinn must have sensed her suspicion. "Everything that I have said is the truth. If you could remember, you would realize that."
She crossed her arms and scoffed. "You say that but meanwhile I know you've got your goons out here somewhere. I don't know where exactly but I do know that this little prank you cooked up has just blown up in your faces cause I am not buying a cent of the shit spewing from your mouth."
"When have you ever known me to have goons, Santana? Do I look like some kind of a mobster?"
"Kitty and Sebastian." She enunciated the words clearly and slowly. "Your little bitches."
Quinn raised her eyebrows as she breathed out an amused scoff. "Okay you really are losing it, Santana. I do not know any people named Kitty or Sebastian and I certainly do not have any one acting as my 'little bitches'."
Her B.S detector should have been going off like crazy by now at Quinn's words. But it wasn't. Not even a little. That only happened if she knew someone was telling the truth.
But there was no way Quinn could be telling the truth…right? There was no way all of this could actually be real. No way.
"So you're telling me that you have no idea who they are?" Quinn earnestly nodded her head as her own eyes narrowed. "And you have absolutely no idea who the Devil really is?"
"What kind of a question is that?"
"So this is a hundred percent real life." She wanted to clarify, completely dismissing the blonde's question. "This is not a dream."
"Santana I thought we already went through this." Quinn threw her head back and exhaled heavily. Her annoyance was clearly growing. "Yes. This is real life. And no. This is not a dream. Or a prank. Or some parallel universe. I'll swear it on a stack of Bible's if you want."
Despite having a deep set resolve not to get her hopes up in any way, shape or form, what ended up happening next was completely involuntarily and completely out of character for her.
She screamed.
Of course it wasn't a 'I'm in a horror movie and I've come face to face with the killer' kind of a scream but more like an 'I'm human again and I've finally got my best friend back' one.
She then threw herself forward sending Quinn toppling backwards with a shriek.
"Santana!" The blonde tried to sound indignant but was too amused by her sudden outburst to pull it off.
"C'mere you!" She wrapped her arms around her best friend and squeezed with all her might, all while chanting, "You're back! You're back! You're back!"
Quinn laughed beneath her and squirmed against her hold. "I never left you weirdo. Now get off me."
"Nothing doing. I've just begun to get my hugs on." I got my best friend back, I've got my best friend back, woo-hoo! She mentally sang that little ditty over and over while kissing every inch of Quinn's face - minus the lips of course- and laughing.
Quinn groaned with disgust. "AGH! Santana! Gross! You're worse than Jacob!"
"Someone say my name?"
She turned her head, just as Quinn did, in time for them both to see Jacob make his way from out of the forest. He came to a grinding halt the second he lifted his head. His eyebrows immediately raised at the sight before him. She figured it had something to do with the fact that she was currently straddling his girlfriend. "Uh…what's going on?"
"Santana's being beyond weird." Quinn replied as she pushed Santana back and straightened herself upright. She quickly dusted her skirt off before she walked over to Jacob and properly greeted him. "Thank goodness you're alright."
"Of course I am." He pulled Quinn to him and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "I told you this thing would be a piece of cake. Hell it was hardly even fun."
"What about the others?" Quinn asked, concerned. "No one got hurt did they?"
His nose skimmed across hers as he shook her head. "Nope. Everyone's fine."
As the two embraced once more, she realized that there were tears forming at the corners of her eyes. God damn she almost forgot how damn cute they were together.
She quickly turned her head to the side in hope of discreetly wiping away the evidence that she had been shedding any tears. Unfortunately this didn't go unnoticed by the wolf boy. "Santana…are you crying?"
She swore under her breath and turned her head back just as Quinn did. She scoffed loudly, angrily swiping at her eyes. "What? No. Of course not. What the…No. Shut the fuck up, dog."
Quinn and Jacob shared a knowing look (which she clearly saw) prompting herself to scowl even more.
She folded her arms across her chest and watched with disinterest as Quinn disentangled herself from Jacob's arms before she made her way over to her. The blonde then pulled her into a hug.
She waited a few seconds before dropping her arms and sliding them around Quinn's back. She rested her chin against her shoulder and returned the hug, squeezing tightly. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt another wave of tears coming on. She knew that Quinn probably didn't understand what this is all about but she was grateful it didn't keep the blonde from trying to comfort her.
Jacob, who had been standing off to the side watching, looked a little confused. "Am I missing something?"
She reluctantly pulled back from Quinn's embrace and smirked at the teen wolf. "Aside from a shirt, no." She wiped her eyes using the back of her hand and shared a smile with Quinn.
"So the pack's planning on throwing a celebratory party tonight." Jacob stepped forward, gravitating to Quinn's side as he spoke but addressing them both. "You guys in?"
"I'm in." Quinn replied immediately before she turned her head to meet her gaze. "Santana?"
She rolled her eyes and snorted. "Do you even have to ask?"
"Great." Jacob answered. "Just let me grab a shirt and make sure my dad's okay, then we can all over to Emily's to help out."
She reached out and grabbed Jacob's forearm just before he started back to the house. "Slow your roll, Frankenwolf." Quinn's brow furrowed as she dragged Jacob off to the side and out of earshot.
"What's wrong?" he wondered as she released his arm.
"Let's just be clear on one thing, Sasquatch." She paused for dramatic effect while her eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "You are not allowed to die, Jacob Black. EVER. Got that?"
"What-"
"EVER." She repeated one final time before dismissing him. "Now get out here. Your dog breath stanks like my abuela's feet. No me gusta."
With a shake of his head, he rolled his eyes and left her side. He headed back up to the house and while Quinn moved to follow, she stopped instead and looked over at her expectantly. "Coming, Santana?"
"I'll be there in a second." she reassured, waving the blonde forward. "But you go on inside."
Quinn lingered unsurely for a minute before eventually turning around and following Jacob inside the small house.
The second she was sure they were both inside and completely out of sight, she broke out into a quick animated happy dance. She didn't know how all this came to be and frankly she didn't care. Everything was back to way it was supposed to be. Fuck yeah!
"Santana."
Oh shit. She frantically spun around ready to deny any kind of dancing or dorkiness Quinn or Jacob might have seen taking place. She froze in her place when she saw that it was neither of them standing across from her but instead…
"Trouty mouth?"
Sam chuckled softly and nodded his head. "Hey, Santana. Mind if we talk a little somewhere more…private?" He looked around warily before extending his hand out to her.
She slid her hand into his without really thinking much about it and smirked. "I thought you didn't like me like that, Evans."
"I don't. Trust me." He clasped his hand over hers and the next thing she knew their surroundings had completely changed. She almost instantly recognized where they were as the place she and Quinn used to hang out in when they were both guardian angels.
"So, uh why are we up here?" She peered over the edge of the mountain top and felt her stomach drop. She really didn't remember it being so high up before… "You don't plan on like, pushing me over the edge or something, right?" She turned back around and fixated her gaze. "Cause last time I checked I'm not exactly demonic anymore."
"I'm not here to kill you, Santana." he assured, shaking her head all the while. "Just to talk."
"Okay, then I'll start first. Are you really the Archangel Michael? And if so do I have to like, start calling you Michael now? Cause no offense but you don't look anything like a Michael."
"Kind of what I was going for." When she frowned, he nodded and elaborated with, "You see this isn't my true form. That one is much more…complicated."
She scoffed, staring at him in disbelief. "So out of all the forms you could have chosen, you picked a big mouthed blondie? Really? You do realize that says a lot about you, right?"
He merely shrugged in response prompting her to continue. "So like, an archangel can just disguise yourself to be whoever you want?" He nodded. "But why would you want to everyone to think you were just some dorky death angel rather than the badass archangel that you actually are? That doesn't make any sense."
Her eyes followed his form as he walked around in front of her. "Because after all these years it's kind of impossible not to grow tired of doing the same thing, being confined to spend your time with the same people -though don't get me wrong I love hanging out with my brothers but even they can get on my nerves at time. Anyways I like to get away from time to time and I can only do that when I'm not me."
She arched her eyebrow. "But isn't it like, a sin to lie?"
"I wasn't really lying. I was just…withholding the truth."
"Same difference." she retorted with a roll of her eyes. "Now back to serious business. Is this-" She outstretched her arms, gesturing to the Pacific Northwest territory surrounding them. "All your doing?"
Sam smiled slyly and raised his shoulders. "Maybe."
"Don't play with me, archy." she warned, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Because this had all better be real and not just some cruel joke of yours."
"It's not a joke, Santana. And it's not dream, hallucination, or a temporary thing. It is very real and permanent."
She crossed her arms and nodded, satisfied with that response. "Okay, but I talked to Quinn. When I brought up when we went to Hell she looked at me like I crazy and told me that wasn't what happened. So everything with me and her being demons and Sue…did that never happen?"
Sam shook his head. "As far as everyone else is concerned: no. Everything up until your and Quinn's meeting with the Council remains the same. But everything that happened thereafter has changed. Obviously."
"So Quinn and I never went to Hell." she clarified. "I never became a demon. The Volturi never killed the pack and the Cullens…."
"And Quinn never became a demon."
"So what did you do?" she inquired. "Alter time? Cause I thought angels couldn't do that."
"The Council can't but I can. Though only under dire circumstances." he explained. "I figured avoiding the Apocalypse was a pretty dire situation."
She uncrossed her arms and then moved them back to her hips. "But couldn't you have just gotten rid of Quinn yourself? And then Sue? Why would you go through all this trouble-"
"Because you deserve this life, Santana You've been nothing but selfless this entire journey-"
Her eyebrows shot up at that comment. "Me? Selfless?" Okay. Angel boy was definitely smokin' something.
"Think about it, Santana." he pressed, moving closer to her. "You literally went to Hell for your best friend. You sacrificed yourself so that Quinn could be human, even if meant you yourself becoming a demon. You continued to do good even though you technically worked for the other side. You held onto your humanity. You saved my life-"
"About that. Couldn't you have just kicked Quinn's ass when she tried to kill you? I mean you are Michael."
He nodded. "I know. I would have defended myself as necessary but then you intervened and I figured…"
"Dude!" she cried out indignantly before nearly swatting his arm. "You could have stopped me! Saved my ass from getting the butt-whooping of a lifetime!" Now she was pissed.
Sam just laughed. "That just proves my point! You are a good person, Santana. Despite everything you've gone through you still remained good. Though you've made mistakes here and there…"
"Hey, hey, no one's perfect." Her face flared up as all her past mistakes flashed through her head. Most of them she didn't really regret but she wasn't about to disclose that info with angel boy. "Hell, you're the biggest dork I've ever met and you're like, the most powerful angel there is."
He playfully glared at her for that remark. "You know this is usually the part where you're supposed to be thanking me. Not insulting me."
"Insulting. Thanking. Same difference." She shivered slightly when the wind picked up and made the hairs on her arms stand on edge. She scowled at the sight of goosebumps adorning the length of her arms. Great. Now her body was constantly going to be affected by Forks' damn weather. Being human again was definitely going to take some getting used to.
"So let me just make sure we're on the same page. This whole thing is like, a done deal. There isn't some weird time limit where I've got only twenty-four hours before I get transported back to my demon-filled existence?"
"This is completely permanent. You and Quinn are now free to live your lives without any intervention from us or demons whatsoever."
Deep down a small part of her still held her reservations about this whole thing but after being told otherwise so many times already, she decided not to think twice about it and instead embrace this bad ass miracle as truth.
"So can I ask another question? It's kind of on the personal side but if you don't want-"
"It's about Quinn, isn't it?" He cut off finishing her thought for her.
She nodded her head, her brief moment of apprehension at his reaction gone. "Yeah, did you really like her or was that just like, an act?"
Her expression softened slightly as she spotted the flash of pain dart across Sam's baby blues. She pursed her lips together kind of wishing she had kept her mouth shut.
"No. I really liked her." he murmured, looking away from her now. "Loved her even."
"Then why did you sell her out to the Council in the first place?" Cause while she wasn't an expert on love, she was pretty sure people don't sell out the people they care about.
"Because I was hurting." he stated plainly. "Stupid explanation I know but…She made her choice and it wasn't me. And I just…lashed out because of it." He turned his head and fixated his gaze back onto hers. "Believe me I have never regretted anything more."
"But couldn't you have just intervened when the Council sent us to Hell? If you loved her so damn much why didn't you try and save her?"
"I wasn't allowed to." he said flatly. "Despite being an archangel even we have rules we have to follow. I was in enough trouble for falling in love with her as it was, there wasn't really anything I could do about it. Even if I wanted to. Which I did."
Though Sam did his best to keep an even tone, she could clearly hear the underlying resentment in his voice. She would have made a snide comment about it but decided it best to drop the subject all together. The last thing she needed was trouty mouth lashing out at her.
"So, yeah, thanks for all this by the way." she said casually, shaking the blonde from this thoughts. "It's uh…really cool of you." That was the closest to a thank you she could get so the boy was just gonna have to take it or leave it.
"It's the least I could do." She involuntarily jerked away slightly when he moved forward for an attempted hug. "Sorry." she replied sheepishly before giving him a quick side hug. "If there's ever anything I can do for you…"
"Yeah actually there is." She inwardly groaned. She had only said that because it was like, customary to say when a person did something for you. At least that was what she heard. "Please tell me it's not anything sexual. Cause like I've been trying to tell you, I like boobs."
"Just try going to church more often." he suggested, still chuckling at her initial reaction. "Read the Bible once in a while. Stay away from drugs this time around. Maybe be a little bit nicer-"
"Woah there angel-boy, slow your roll and calm yourself. You're asking for a fuckin' lot-"
"And it wouldn't hurt you if you eased up on the swearing."
Scoffing, she crossed her arms over her chest. "I'd have better luck easing up on the breathing." Sam gave her that look prompting her to roll her eyes and begrudgingly concede. "Fine. I'll try. But I can't make any promises."
His gaze drifted up to the sky above them before settling back onto her. "I've got to be going."
"Wait, is there anything else I should know?" The last thing she wanted was any more surprises. She didn't do well with surprises.
Sam thought about it for a moment before nodding, "Yeah. Don't think that just because Quinn gets her happily ever after, it means that you won't. Cause you will."
"Uh….okay?"
Sam smiled knowingly and began backing away from her just as he had done before he left the last time. "You'll see what I mean soon enough."
"What are you talking about, trouty mouth?" She moved closer to him, frowning. "What do you mean-"
She blinked and the next thing she knew she was back in Jacob's front yard.
Damn trouty mouth.
"Santana!"
She spun around to find Quinn standing in the doorway of the house, staring at her curiously. "Are you just going to stand there all day or…?"
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, Fabray." she sharply interrupted, already trekking toward the blonde waiting on the porch. "I'm coming."
"Wake up, Santana!"
Having been sleeping peacefully up until the sudden disruption, she scowled and buried herself deeper in her warm cocoon of blankets and pillows. "Go away." Her voice was no doubt muffled by the all the covers but she figured the vampire harassing her had heard it clearly.
"Santana Lopez!" The persistent voice huffed. "You lazy bum! Get up! It's nearly noon!"
Her eyes involuntarily flew open when she felt a slap on her ass punctuating the chant of "up, up, up!"
"I would do as she says Santana." A second voice advised from out of nowhere. Though she immediately recognized the voice, it did nothing to suede her from getting out of bed. It was Saturday for Christ's sake! It was practically illegal for a teenager to wake up before noon on a Saturday. "Do you want her to throw you out of bed like last time?"
She grumbled Spanish obscenities as snickering took place on the other side of her cocoon. Though still against leaving the warmth of her bed, she reluctantly does so anyways because she does not a repeat of that particular wake up call. She slowly slithered out from under the duvet, rubbing her eyes, and balking at the brightness of her new room.
She really needed to invest in some heavy duty curtains.
Exactly two months had gone by since she had been transported to this demon-free existence and while she found that living with a bunch of vampires was, surprisingly, kind of awesome, it was moments like this where she wished she lived alone. Or with people who actually respected her sleeping preferences (though it was only Alice and her enthusiastic short person self who brought up these feelings). When her eyes finally adjusted to the brightness of the room, she found Quinn leaning against her doorway, eating a bowl of cereal. The blonde smiled cheekily and greeted her with: "Morning sunshine."
She wasn't surprised to see her best friend already dressed for the day. Quinn was as much of an early riser as she was a late one. "What's got the pixie wired today?" she asked through a yawn as she pushed herself upright. In the corner Alice was vehemently thumbing through her closet (no doubt to pick out her outfit for the day).
"Shopping." Quinn replied casually before bringing up another spoonful of cereal to her mouth.
She rubbed her head and frowned, stifling another yawn. "Didn't we just go shopping?"
"That was casual shopping." Alice responded over her shoulder, still preoccupied with the contents of her closet. "This is back-to-school shopping. Big difference."
"But school is like a bazillion days away." she all but whined as she slid out of bed. Though she knew it was only a few weeks away, she had no desire spending what was left of her summer thinking about it. She hadn't been enthusiastic about high school the first time around and she still wasn't enthusiastic about it now.
The only upside this time around was having Quinn by her side. The two of them would be attending school on the La Push Reservation with Jacob and the rest of the wolf boys who were still attending. "Ugh. I love shopping as much of the next girl but I hate when it cuts into my sleep time." She slipped into her bathroom and closed the door behind her. Once she had brushed her teeth, washed her face, (and of course peed) she reemerged.
Quinn was now sitting on the corner of her bed, her newly made bed, with clothes laid out next to her. "So how was your first night in your own room?"
"Okay, I guess." She shrugged in response as she headed over to her closet. "It was nice not sleeping next a buzz saw for a change." She smirked back at Quinn to which the blonde countered with a scoff. "I do not snore."
Up until yesterday, she had been sharing a room with Quinn since the Cullens had no other room to offer her. She hadn't wanted Carlisle to give up his office or Esme hers so she just bunked with Quinn. Neither one of them really cared so it wasn't a problem.
But since Edward and Bella just got married, that meant that an open room would become available since Edward would be moving into the cottage Esme had built him and Bella.
Quinn and her had spent all day yesterday moving her things into Edward's room, which was partly why she had slept in so long today.
"Remind me to pick up some curtains at the mall." She stated to Quinn as she picked out her own outfit from her closet (She did not need the pixie's help in dressing herself).
Quinn swallowed her mouthful and nodded. "Okay."
"Is teen wolf going with us or is it just us and tinkerbell?" she inquired as she stripped out of her pajamas and put on the outfit she had picked out.
"Just us and Alice." Quinn assured, turning her head in the other direction when she started to undress. "Jacob's going cliff diving with the guys."
She had just slipped on her boots when Quinn turned her head back around and exclaimed, "Hey, are those my boots?"
"No…"
Quinn saw right through that and frowned. "If you want to borrow them, the least you could do is ask."
"Okay…then can I borrow them? Thanks." She ducked into the bathroom to do her hair while Quinn rolled her eyes, then walked out of the room to rinse her empty bowl.
After taking about ten minutes to do her hair and makeup (her hotness came naturally and didn't take long to touch up), she headed downstairs and sauntered toward the kitchen. "Hola, Mama C." she greeted Esme as she passed the motherly vampire in the living room.
"Afternoon, Santana." Esme greeted back, smiling warmly. "Sleep well?"
"Yeah, up until your pixie daughter ruined it." She turned into the kitchen to find Quinn sitting at the counter, texting furiously. "Sexting your wolf boy, Q?"
"No, Santana."
"Well then you're no fun." She walked over to the pantry and pulled out the box of Coco-Puffs. She poured the cereal into a bowl and then added some milk to it. "The only reason cell phones were created is so people could send dirty text messages to each other and nude photos."
"If that's so then I have no problem with using this thing incorrectly."
"That's what she said." she snickered through a mouthful of food. Quinn raised her gaze from her phone screen only to roll her eyes at her. She merely stuck out her tongue in response and swallowed another spoonful of cereal.
"So how much you wanna bet that Bella's gonna come back from her honeymoon knocked up?" she asked casually. As she slid into the seat next to Quinn, she yanked the latest issue of Cosmo from under the blonde's elbow and started to browse through it with her free hand.
"I don't even think male vampires can reproduce, Santana."
"Yeah, you're probably right. Nancy boy's sperm is probably nothing more than like, a bunch of itty bitty diamonds."
Quinn shook her head, laughing mildly, and looked at her. "Honestly where do you come up with this stuff?"
"Beats me." She swallowed another mouthful and as she chewed, tapped a page of the magazine in front of her. "Hey, let's test your Sex IQ."
"Let's not."
Choosing to dismiss Quinn's refusal, she continued without missing a beat. "Q, true or false: the clitoris has twice as many nerve endings as the penis."
"Santana just eat your cereal, would you, please?"
"You're not the boss of me. How about we ask Jacob if he knows. Or maybe I'll just sext him instead. " She abruptly snatched Quinn's phone out of her hands and hopped out of her chair. "Santana!" The blonde lunged for her phone but she had ducked around the other side of the counter, already halfway through with the text (she was really getting the hang of this texting thing).
"Santana give me back my phone!"
"Fine." She promptly tossed Quinn's phone back to her and smiled wickedly. "I already sent the message. You're too late."
Quinn opened up her sent box and groaned at vulgar message she had sent Jacob. "Why do you have be so disgusting, Santana?"
"I'm not disgusting." she defended, taking empty cereal bowl to the sink. "You're just too much of a prude. Get with the times, Fabray. Be wild. Get your slut on while you still can."
Quinn scoffed. "You're one to talk."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" She turned around once she had finished washing her bowl. She leaned back against the sink with her arms crossed.
"Your sex life is non-existent."
She snorted and turned her head, sweeping her hair over her shoulder. "What's non-existent is your chest."
"C'mon, Santana." Quinn said with a long sigh. "Be serious. You have to move on eventually. You can't spend the rest of your life pining for Brittany."
"I am not pining for Brittany." She scowled at the look on Quinn's face, the blonde making it evident that she completely saw through those words.
Damn Quinn for knowing her like the back of her hand.
"Santana," She turned her nose up and avoided eye contact when Quinn walked around the counter and stood shoulder to shoulder with her. "Ever since we became human, you have been constantly hit on, flirted with, and asked out whenever we go somewhere. But every time you flat out reject people's advances. For no reason."
"That's not true. I just have super high standards. It takes more than a pretty face and a smokin' bod to keep up with me."
"I know you're lonely, Santana." Her body involuntarily tensed at Quinn's words. "You think you've got everyone fooled but you don't. I saw how miserable you looked at Edward and Bella's wedding."
"You'd be miserable too if you had been stuck spending the whole night with baby-faced Clearwater." Not to mention constantly being surrounded by nothing but paired mates. But while it sucked being the only single person in the household, she knew better than to complain about her life considering what it had been a few months ago.
"You'll find your special someone soon enough." Quinn gave her an assuring smile. "But if that doesn't end up happening…we'll just get you a bunch of cats instead."
She rolled her eyes and laughed despite herself. "Yeah, thanks."
In that moment Alice skipped into the kitchen and sighed impatiently. "Are you two ready yet? Honestly you humans take forever."
"Take a chill pill, vamp midget. We're coming." She pushed away from the sink and nudged Quinn out of the way as she followed Alice out of the kitchen. The blonde scoffed and returned the favor when they were out in the living room.
"Esme, your granddaughter's being mean to me."
Quinn threw on her jacket with a glare before turning her head. "Don't pay any attention to her, Esme. She's lying."
She flipped her hair out from underneath her jacket collar and scoffed. "The bruise on my arm says otherwise."
Esme just shook her head and smiled at them both. "Have fun you two and Alice, sweetie, try not to overdo it with the extravagant purchases."
"Can't make any promises." Alice replied over her shoulder as she headed toward the door. She spun around as she pulled open the door. She beckoned Quinn and Santana forward. "C'mon you two. We've wasted enough time already."
"Fine. Bye Esme." They both waved goodbye to Esme as they trailed after the petite vampire.
Once they were outside, she announced, "I call shot gun!" and brought the front door along with her until it closed with a 'click'. She followed Quinn down the front steps and once the blonde reached the last step, she spontaneously pounced on the girl's back. "Oomph!"
Quinn nearly fell forward from the sudden weight that attacked her but stepped forward to keep her balance. "Santana, what on earth?"
She snapped her fingers promptly in front of the Quinn's face and pointed to the yellow Porsche awaiting them in the driveway. "Giddy up, Fabray. You be taking me to the little pixie's car. Come on, chop chop."
"I am doing no such thing!" She shrieked when the blonde bucked her off and threw her into the bushes.
"JERK!"
"Love you too!" Quinn chuckled before slipping into the backseat of Alice's car. Emerging from the bushes, she grumbled Spanish obscenities while removing the leaves from her hair. She took a second to readjust her dress before sliding into the passenger seat with a scowl on her face. She turned her head to warn the blonde behind her. "Fabray, you better sleep with one eye open tonight cause I will get my revenge. Don't think I won't hesitate in cutting off them golden locks."
"Touch me and see what happens."
"Whatever." She turned back around in her seat and pulled her sunglasses out of her purse and slipped them on. She kicked up her feet on the dashboard and relaxed in her seat. Just then Quinn leaned forward and snatched the Ray Bans off her face with a huff. "What is it with you and taking my things?"
"Ay, man!" She straightened back up and glared at Quinn. "Those are so mine!"
She lunged to retrieve them only to have Quinn swat her hand away. "No they're not! You lost yours, remember? These are mine."
"Are not!" She lunged again only to be held back by the confines of her seatbelt. She growled when Quinn smiled smugly.
"Behave you two." Alice chided, her gaze never wavering from the road.
Santana turned to the pixie and glared. "Bite me sparkles."
"Don't tempt me or I will."
They arrived at the mall in half the time it would have taken a normal person thanks to Alice's crazy-ass Cullen way of driving. As they walked through the parking lot toward the entrance, she spotted a pair of guys gawking at Alice's car and scowled.
Stupid Quinn. If it hadn't have been for her, she would've had her own badass car for people to drool over. She had been so damn close too! But no. Quinn had to step in crush her dream entirely, claiming that the two of them could share her Mustang and that the Cullens shouldn't burden themselves with purchasing another vehicle.
Burden themselves her ass! They were loaded. It wouldn't have hurt their pocketbooks if they sprung for a Ferrari or a Bentley. Hell she would have even settled for an Escalade.
Once she crossed the threshold leading into the mall alongside Quinn, she immediately scrunched up her nose. It being a Saturday and the middle of August, practically everyone and their mother was at the mall. Now she loved shopping as much as the next girl (and spending money that wasn't hers), but hated the weekend chaos that came with it. Psychotic little children running around like animals, distressed parents trying to keep tabs on their children's whereabouts while getting their own shopping done…ugh. It was all so damn annoying. She had just wanted to shop in peace.
Stupid families…why couldn't they just stay home?
A few hours later (yes, hours. With Alice you shopped for no less than an hour and a half), she found herself tiredly dragging around the many shoppings bags she had acquired. She had no doubt she would be the hottest girl to have walked the halls of La Push's resident high school come September regardless if she had new clothes or not, so at the moment she was seriously considering just dropping her things and bailing (she could easily hot wire shorty's car).
"Quinn carry these for me." She lifted her arms, which had about six bags hanging off each one, toward the blonde. "Please."
"I've got my own hands full if you haven't already noticed." Quinn gestured to the dozen shopping bags hanging off her own arms.
"C'mon, Q." she whined, stamping her foot slightly. "You'll be my bestest best friend in the whole world if you do."
Quinn smiled smugly and neatly folded the pair of sweatpants she had been eyeing before draping them over her arm. "I already am your bestest best friend in the whole world, Santana."
"Fine. Carry my bags and I won't make any cracks about your sex life with Jacob."
Quinn turned and arched her eyebrow. "Ever?"
She scoffed. "Do I look like I have that kind of willpower? No. I meant like, for a couple days or something."
Dismissing her comment, Quinn looked around, her brow slowly furrowing. "Where's Alice?"
"Beats me." she shrugged, briefly glancing around the section of Victoria's Secret they were in. "She's probably hitting up three or four different stores as we speak. The girl's like Speedy Gonzalez when it comes to clothes."
The two of them continued browsing around the store, neither one too concerned with Alice's whereabouts. Of course, being in a lingerie store, they both piled up on the bras and underwear. She picked out items on the sexier side, choosing things that were vibrant red, leopard printed, or black lace. While Quinn opted for items with more modestly designed styles and colors. (Though she did spy a few naughty negligees hidden in between the blonde's pile).
After the incident in the perfume department (She'd nearly gone all Lima Heights on the salesgirl who had sprayed her with some shitty-ass perfume. Thankfully Quinn intervened and dragged her away before things got ugly), they made their way toward the check-outs to pay. She groaned loudly when she saw the length of the line. "Quinn, do something."
Quinn turned and looked at her with an amused expression. "Like?"
"I don't know. Anything to make this line go faster. I be hungry. And you know how I get when I'm hungry."
"Yes, I'm well aware." Quinn replied, slightly shuddering at the memory of the last time Santana was starving and her alter ego Snix made an appearance. It resulted in their banishment from La Bella Italia for a whole year.
"But you'll just have to suffer through it. There's nothing I can do."
"Some friend you are." She turned and sighed. "I guess if I want something done, I gotta do it myself." Quinn watched with a furrowed brow as she hightailed it to the front register. The blonde was quick to follow, her cheeks burning red at the annoyed looks they were receiving from the other customers as she pleaded to her, "Santana, please, don't make a scene."
She scoffed indignantly. Like she would ever make a scene.
"I don't see what you're complaining about, Q." she started as they made their way over to the food court. "We got out of there in half the time, got an extra 20% off discount and two thirty dollar gift cards. And because of my awesomeness, I think you should buy me lunch."
"What you call awesomeness, I call morally wrong. You probably got that poor salesgirl fired." Quinn shook her head disapprovingly.
"Serves her right for spraying me with nasty perfume without my consent."
Quinn arched her eyebrow. "But threatening a lawsuit against the store for a so-called eye injury? And then claiming you were sexually assaulted by one of the other salesgirls?"
"She totally groped me!" she retorted, to which Quinn exclaimed, "She bumped into you!"
She shrugged dismissively, heading toward Sbarro. She could totally go for some pizza right about now. "Tomato, potato. Either way I'm awesome."
Lucky for the employees, the line at Sbarro was only three customers long. She strutted up to the counter and ordered a slice of pepperoni and one with the works while Quinn settled for a salad (for some reason the girl had this weird aversion to fast food).
"Do you want to share a lemonade?" Quinn offered, pulling out her wallet as they neared the cash registers.
She picked up her two slices of pizza off the counter and placed them on her tray. "Yeah, right. Like I'd want to put my mouth on a straw where your Jacob penis blowing lips have touched."
The couple in front of them with two young kids turned around at her words and gave them both offended looks. "What are you two looking at?" she snapped. "Don't you have children to watch?" The woman scowled and swiftly turned back around.
She glanced back at Quinn to find the blonde glaring daggers at her with cheeks flushed a deep red. She rolled her eyes, stifling a chuckle. "Oh don't act so innocent, Fabray. I know you be deep throating that boy. Don't deny."
Quinn huffed in exasperation. "You are absolutely disgusting, Santana."
"Says the girl banging a wolf - OW!" She abruptly sidestepped away from the blonde, hissing in pain as she rubbed the spot where Quinn's nails had pierced her skin. "Bitch."
"Honestly Santana! You can't just say things like that out in public!" Quinn hissed. "What if someone were to overhear you?"
"Chillax, Fabray. No one's even paying attention to what I'm saying. No one suspects that you have a werewolf boyfriend- OW! Stop smacking me woman!"
"Then keep your voice down." Quinn huffed before swiftly turning around and holding out her money to the cashier.
"Fuckin' psycho." she grumbled, reluctantly taking the drink Quinn handed her (with two straws) and following the blonde through the throngs of busy people.
Quinn shook her head disbelievingly. "I pay for your food and you call me a psycho. Thanks, Santana. Thanks a lot."
As they sat down at the first available table they spotted, she watched as Quinn immediately pulled out wet naps to wipe the surface clean. "Hey you can be a real psychopath when you want to be." she replied, lifting her tray so that Quinn could get the surface underneath.
Quinn crumpled up the wet nap and set it down on the corner of her tray before lifting her gaze. "Tell me when have I ever exhibited psychopathic behavior?"
Flashbacks of the demonized blonde beating the shit out of her at McKinley popped into her head. "Uh…you know…that one time…"
She had been keeping her mouth shut about the whole becoming demons thing with an archangel Sam altering time to fix everything. Quinn didn't need to know about any of the gruesome events that had taken place or what a crazy nut job she had become.
Keeping it all to herself was for the best.
Though since she had been living in a household with a mind reader up until recently, keeping everything completely to herself wasn't exactly possible. She had a feeling by now that Edward knew about all the craziness that had happened, even though the tousled hair freak never let on that he knew anything. For that she was grateful.
"Could you be any more vague, Santana?"
"Okay. How about the other day when we were down at the down at the beach?" She smirked as Quinn shifted uncomfortably. "You practically went all lion status on that native girl for flirting with Jacob."
"Well, can you blame me? I mean, she was all over him like an animal in heat! It was disgusting and not to mention utterly embarrassing for her."
"Just goes to show how much I'm rubbing off on you." she smiled, taking a bite out of her pizza and chewing. "Angry!Quinn really is the most awesome Quinn. Well, that is, when your wrath isn't directed at me."
Quinn poured her dressing over her salad with a frown. "What are you talking about? You make it sound like I have multiple personalities or something."
She snickered. "Those are your words, not mine."
"Santana!"
"You've got like, a bunch of different sides to you, that's all." she explained casually before taking another bite out of her pizza.
Quinn quirked her eyebrow, stopping mid-bite. "Are you calling me bipolar?"
She chewed for a couple seconds before replying with a smile, "Again your words, not mine."
Quinn huffed in exasperation. "Santana, please explain to me what on earth your are going on about!"
"There's more to you than your sweet-as-apple pie exterior, Fabray. Aside from Angry!Quinn, there's Serial killer!Quinn, also known as scary Quinn…"
"That's preposterous."
She snorted. "Obviously you have not seen yourself get into an argument with Rosalie." She wiped her mouth with her napkin before continuing, "Anyways there's Punk Quinn…"
Quinn stared at her disbelievingly. "I have one Sex Pistols album in my collection and automatically that makes me a punk?"
"Nerdy Quinn…"
"Just because I enjoy reading doesn't make me a nerd."
"Uh…yeah it does." she said through a mouthful of pizza. "Nerds and books go together like fat people and fast food."
Quinn chewed and stabbed her salad with her fork again. "Well, if I'm a nerd then you're a nerd too."
"Santana Lopez is many things but nerd is not one of them." she stated matter-of-factly, already digging into her second slice.
"Says the girl who is addicted to that stupid Call of Duty game."
"I am not addicted. It's fun, educational, and awesome. And definitely beats those Pac Man games I had back in my day. And besides you're just jealous that you suck at it and Jacob prefers playing it with me." She smiled triumphantly.
"If there was ever anything more nerdy than books, it's video games."
"Ha!" She put down her slice of pizza and pointed at Quinn. "So you admit books are nerdy!"
Quinn rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "I only said that to try and make a point-"
"Too late you already said it. It's out in the universe now. " she interrupted, grinning. "End of story. I win."
After unwrapping the straw, she jabbed the plastic stick into their cup and took a long sip. As she drank, her gaze drifted around the food court. A corn dog sounded damn good right now so she glanced over at the red, blue, and yellow establishment known as Hot Dog on a Stick to see if there was much of a line.
A second later she was sputtering out her lemonade and coughing. "Santana, are you okay?" Quinn instantly handed her a handful of napkins to clean herself off. "You look like you just saw a ghost." The blonde must have noticed that she was paying no attention to her whatsoever because she turned her head to try and find what she was looking at. She turned back around and frowned. "What are you looking at?"
She jumped out of her seat, eyes wide, and pointed behind her. Quinn stood up as well and followed her finger. She continued to frown as she scanned through the masses. "Uh…what am I supposed to be looking at?"
"Forget it!" She hastily moved her chair out of her way and all but pushed past the crowds to get to the Hot Dog on a Stick.
There was no way it could be her…
After narrowly escaping a collision with a grubby a grubby five year old with chocolate ice cream smeared all over his face, she sauntered up to girl at the front of the line.
"Don't you guys know that a hot dog on a stick is just called a corn dog?" The girl was in the process of awaiting a response from the confused cashier behind the counter when she arrived.
"Brittany?"
The blonde spun around, her big blue eyes growing with excitement much as her own eyes grew with shock. "Santana!"
She stumbled back half a step when the blonde abruptly launched herself into her arms. "I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!"
She automatically hugged Brittany back, squeezing tightly though she was completely and utterly freaked out. With her heart palpitating like crazy and her mind reeling, she found herself totally at a loss. There was no way this was really happening. There was no way she was really hugging Brittany…her Brittany.
Oh God…what if she was just having a heart attack and was hallucinating now? Quinn always said that eating fast food would lead to an increased risk of heart attack. Damn her for being right!
Eventually Brittany pulled back from their hug and cocked her head to the side, looking at her expectantly. "San, is this Heaven? Is that why you're here?"
Why the fuck does she look like she's seventeen? "Uh, no, Britt. This isn't Heaven." she replied softly, shaking her head. "This is just a mall in Seattle."
"So I'm still alive?"
She nodded. "Yeah. And so am I." She took Brittany's hand and led her away from the crowded area. "Britt, as happy as I am to see you, how exactly did you get here? And why do you look so…" She gestured to the fact that Brittany didn't look anything like a thirty-six year old should.
Brittany briefly glanced down at herself and shrugged. "I don't really know. A blonde boy with a huge mouth approached me and asked me if I wanted to see you again. I said yes and suddenly there was this blinding light. It really hurt my eyes. For a second I thought I went color blind. But then next thing I know I'm here and I look like this. I think it was the alien's doing. E.T. finally found me but for some reason decided to approach me in the shape of a big lipped blondie."
"Santana!"
She reluctantly tore her gaze off of Brittany and glanced behind her in time to find an unamused looking Quinn making her way through the crowd with all their bags in tow. "What the hell is your problem?"
She immediately went to Quinn's side and grabbed her forgotten shopping bags out of her grasp. "Sorry, Q, but look!" She gestured enthusiastically to the other blonde standing off to the side. "It's BRITTANY!"
When Quinn looked at her with confusion, she elaborated with an eye roll, "My Brittany, Quinn!" Honestly the girl could be so slow sometimes!
Brittany looked between them both before frowning at Santana. "Is she your girlfriend, San?"
"God no!"
She crossed her arms with a snort. "She wishes she were awesome enough to be my girl. She's straight, Britt. Well, for now."
Quinn glared at her for that comment before turning to Brittany and smiling. "Hi, Brittany. My name's Quinn. I've heard a lot about you."
She watched proudly as her two favorite blondes shook hands and exchanged greetings. When they finished Quinn glanced at her before reverting back to Brittany. "Brittany, you mind if I borrow Santana for a second?"
She was about to protest because she knew better than anyone that leaving Brittany alone anywhere would be a rookie mistake but Quinn dragged her off to the side before that could happen.
"Santana, you mind explaining to me what's going on?"
"Hell if I know." she retorted in the same hushed voice Quinn used while yanking her arm out of the blonde's grasp.
Quinn stared at her, unconvinced. "So you have no idea how your best friend slash girlfriend from the 1980's appeared here in Seattle magically looking like her seventeen year-old self?"
"Does this look like the face of a person who knows what's going on?"
But in that moment, she flashed back to the last time she had seen Sam - er, Michael- and his final words to her.
"Don't think that just because Quinn gets her happily ever after, it means that you won't. Cause you will….You'll see what I mean soon enough."
She glanced back at Brittany, who was currently fixated by glow of the golden McDonald's arch across the way, and realized that this was all Sam's doing.
For the first time in her existence she wanted nothing more than to kiss trouty mouth right then and there. If she ever saw him again, boy was he going to get some Lopez lovin'….
"Santana?"
Shaking her head out of her trouty kissing thoughts, she blinked and took a step back when she found Quinn waving her hand back and forth in front of her face. "Earth to Santana!"
"Were the aliens talking to you, San?"
"No, Britt." she replied, shaking her head with a soft smile. "Just lost in thought."
Brittany nodded understandingly. "That happens to me all the time."
"There you two are!" The three of them turned her heads as Alice walked up to them, her heels clicking with every step. "I don't know about you two but I've filled my shopping needs for today. So are ready to go?"
"Yep." she responded, her lips popping on the 'p'. She bent down and picked up all her shopping bags before taking Brittany's hand in hers. "By the way, Brittany meet Alice. Alice meet Brittany. She's coming home with us."
Alice's confused golden eyes flickered to Quinn at Santana's declaration. As Santana led Brittany toward the exit, the vampire stared at her expectantly. "You mind explaining to me why we are taking a stranger home?"
Quinn shook her head and sighed. "It's a long story."
A few days later…
"Jacob…" Quinn's grasp on her boyfriend tightened as she moaned out his name, nails pressing deeper into the taut muscles of his bare back. He lifted his head from the crook of her neck and roughly captured her lips with his own. They were currently tangled up in the living room couch, lost in another one of their passionate frenzies. Billy was out somewhere with Charlie Swan so that meant they would have the house to themselves for the day. Naturally they planned on taking full advantage of this since they hadn't been able to get in any proper alone time for the past few days.
One would think it would be the opposite since Santana now her girlfriend back to preoccupy herself with but sadly it wasn't the case since Brittany just loved hanging out with herself and Jacob. Not that she didn't love Brittany because she totally did (she found her innocence endearing and the fact that Brittany made Santana a nicer person would always be a plus). The Cullens had taken Brittany in, per Santana's request, so the blonde now shared a room with girlfriend. Of course Santana spilled the beans about the family and the pack making Brittany yet another human in on secret of Forks' supernatural world (much to the dismay of a few of the Cullens).
Though Santana claimed to have no idea how Brittany came to be in Seattle (and as her seventeen year-old self no less), she had a feeling that the girl wasn't exactly being entirely truthful about the matter. She debated confronting Santana about this but she knew the Latina would just deny knowing anything.
"Ah, Jacob!" Her thoughts of Santana and Brittany were quickly forgotten when she felt Jacob's lips brush against her belly button, one of her more ticklish spots. "That tickles!"
He merely grunted in response and continued his descent down to her inner thighs where he teased her mercilessly.
"LUCY, WE'RE HOME!"
She bounded upright just in time to hear a disgusted groan come from Santana. "Ugh, God you two! We sit on that couch, you know!"
She hopped off the couch as did Jacob, the two of them clamoring to put their clothes back on. As she zipped up her dress, she vaguely overheard Brittany say softly to Santana, "I told you we should have knocked."
Once she and Jacob were no longer in their underwear, Santana settled herself into Billy's favorite chair while Brittany sat on the arm rest. "Anyways, we came here because we were wondering if we could chill here for awhile?"
She shared a brief look with Jacob, the two of them no doubt thinking the same thing. "Uh…"
"Cause we wants to get our mack on and that's kind of hard to do with a house full of vamps who can hear everything you do." Santana continued.
Jacob's brow furrowed. "But I can hear everything you do too-"
"Which leads me to ask if you'll beat it for a few hours."
While Jacob raised his eyebrows, she arched hers. "You want to kick me out of my own house?"
Santana rolled her eyes, sighing heavily. "Oh, come on Frankenwolf. Don't be so damn overdramatic. It's only for a few hours."
"Can't you find somewhere else to get your mack on? Jacob and I were kind of planning on being alone today."
"You can still be alone. Just like, do it somewhere else." When Brittany gave Santana a disapproving look, the Latina rolled her eyes and added, "Please."
"Fine." She whipped her head around and stared at Jacob in disbelief. He quickly explained, "We were planning on going to the movies anyways, let's just go now and by the time it's over with, they'll be gone." He glanced over her shoulder to stare at their two unwelcome guests. "Right?"
"Ooh, movies!" Brittany turned to Santana expectantly. "San, we should go to the movies! You promised me we could go see that one about the dancing."
"But Britt…" It was evident that Santana would rather get her mack on with Brittany than go see some movie.
"Great. You two can go to the movies and we'll just stay here." She shared a triumphant smile with Jacob that basically read, Problem solved.
"Or you and Jacob could come with us!" Brittany suggested, flashing them both a hopeful smile. "It'll be like, a double date. No - a double rainbow!" She must have sensed their hesitation because right off the bat she added, "Please? You guys are like, so awesome and I love when we all hang out together."
And of course they couldn't refuse her after that.
The four of them piled into her Mustang soon after and with Jacob behind the wheel, took off to Fork's only movie theater. Once they arrived and parked, they headed over to the box office.
"Because we had to see you two and your practically naked selves today, you will be buying our tickets for us." Santana informed Jacob and Quinn once they were in line.
She scoffed indignantly, her hand holding Jacob's. "We will be doing no such thing. It was your own fault for letting yourselves in without an invitation."
"If you promise to never do that again, then I'll buy your tickets." Jacob offered, already reaching for his wallet as they neared the front.
Santana exhaled deeply, begrudgingly agreeing because she knew Quinn wouldn't allow Jacob to buy their tickets if she didn't. "Fine."
"So what movie are we seeing?" Jacob lifted his gaze to the marquee and scanned the selections.
"This one, Jacob." Brittany skipped over to the movie posters aligning the building's wall and pointed to the one with the two young people dancing.
"It's called Step Up." Santana clarifed as Brittany skipped back over to them and took her place at the Latina's side.
Jacob eyed the movie poster warily before sighing and moving up in the line. "It better be good."
"Oh suck it up, boy scout." Santana snapped, glaring at him. "We could have picked something way girlier."
As soon as the tickets were purchased, the four of them headed inside where Santana immediately made a beeline for the concession stand. Quinn stood at Jacob's side and watched in amusement as he and Santana each ordered enough food to satisfy a small army. They practically emptied out the theater of their entire stock. "Theater's this way." she chuckled, pointing Jacob and Santana in the right direction. They had food up to their chins and were balancing all their items strategically.
Brittany chose the seats once they reached the surprisingly empty theater. "Awesome. No one's here." Santana shuffled through one of the rows before taking a seat in the very middle.
"Maybe that's because everyone knows this movie sucks." Jacob commented as he sat down, prompting Santana to throw her Red Vines at his head. "Hey!"
Quinn, since she was sitting next to Santana, turned and whacked the girl with her box of Sour Patch Kids. "Don't throw Red Vines at my boyfriend's head!"
Santana scowled. "Control your woman, dog boy!"
"Not when she's defending my honor I won't." he smirked. "And thanks for the Red Vines by the way." He tauntingly waved the box so she could see.
"Give them back!" Santana lunged forward, pushing Quinn's face out of the way to get to him. "Oye, perro!"
"Guys, behave." Brittany chided, wagging her finger back and forth while she shook her head. Jacob reluctantly handed Santana her Red Vines back to which she smiled triumphantly.
Despite having a half hour before the previews started, they all dug into their food anyways while they chatted amongst themselves.
"By the way, we's be going on a road trip." Santana commented casually as she ripped into her Red Vines.
Quinn and Jacob both shared a look before settling their gaze on her. Quinn arched her eyebrow. "Oh we are, are we?"
Santana nodded, biting into a red vine. "I'm suffering from withdrawals. We need to pay Lima a visit stat so I can get me some sticks."
Jacob's brow furrowed as he looked to Quinn for clarification. "Sticks?"
"She means breadsticks." she explained before turning her head back to Santana. "And how do you expect us to get to Lima, huh?"
"Hello what do you call the thing we came here in?" Santana rolled her eyes. "Via car dumbass. Gas up your 'stang and go. Road trip baby!" She turned and high-fived Brittany.
"But we start school in less than two weeks." Quinn reminded.
Santana scoffed. "So? We'll just drive Cullen speed all the way through. We'll be back in no time."
Quinn shook her head, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. "Even if we could, you really think it's wise for the three of us to go back to our hometown? You and me are supposed to be dead and Brittany…well she's supposed to be thirty-six and missing! We go and we risk exposing ourselves and raising a bunch of questions if anyone were to recognize any of us."
"We would not." Santana said through a mouthful of popcorn.
Quinn crossed her arms over her chest. "The rest of the family would back me up on this. Carlisle and Esme would not let us go."
Santana waited to swallow before replying, "What do I care? They're not my parents. They can't tell me what to do."
"Yes, but they are letting you and Brittany stay at their house completely free of charge."
"But I wants my sticks!" Santana whined, sliding down further in her seat with a pout, her feet resting on the back of the seat in front of her.
Jacob chuckled, clearly amused. "Are these breadsticks really that good?"
Quinn looked over at him and shook her head. "No. They fly them in frozen from the Dominican Republic."
"Are not!" Santana exclaimed, straightening up in her seat. "You be trippin'."
"Either way you're not going to get away with going to Lima and you certainly aren't going to do it with my car."
Santana scowled. "You are seriously no fun, Fabray. Whatsoever."
"Santana." Brittany tugged on her arm, bringing her attention back toward her. "If we were vampires we could just run there."
"You two are not becoming vampires." Quinn firmly stated, Jacob nodding his head with the same sentiments. "Over my dead body."
"You're not the boss of us." Santana snapped. "We can do whatever the hell we want."
"No one in the family is going to change you." Quinn pointed out, finally relaxing in her seat when the lights started to dim.
Brittany turned to Santana, eyes alite with excitement. "San, if we become vampires, we'll sparkle like unicorns!"
Santana chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, and I'll have super strength. I'll be able to throw Q around whenever she gets uber annoying!"
Quinn glared at her briefly before shaking her head. "If you become a vampire, you'll have no desire for your precious breadsticks, Santana. So turning into a vampire just so you'll be able to go to Breadstix would be pointless."
Santana pondered this for a moment before looking to Brittany sympathetically. "Fabray's got a point. And as much as I'd love to spend eternity with you in this rockin' bod, babe, I love my breadsticks way too much."
Brittany nodded her head understandingly and kissed her cheek. "That's okay. We can always just roll around in glitter to sparkle."
Santana beamed and pecked her lips. "Damn straight."
They all fell into a content silence as the previews played. Quinn rested her head against Jacob's arm and leaned into his body, well as much as she could with the armrest between them. "Are you okay?" She had noticed him looking a bit spacey out of the corner of her eye and wanted to make sure everything was alright.
"Just thinking about that awkward movie date I had here with Bella and Mike Newton." he replied, slightly chuckling at the memory.
Santana turned her gaze away from the screen, clearly overhearing him and was quick to criticize. "Thinking about your date with your ex-crush while on a date with your current soul mate? Nice going, Black."
"Watch the screen, Santana." Quinn hissed before turning back to her boyfriend. "Yeah, what about it?"
"That was the night I first phased and the night I first saw you." She tilted her head up to meet his gaze and blushed at the absolute love and tenderness showing in his eyes. Her breath caught for a second as he leaned down and closed the gap between their mouths. Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips brushed across hers, ever so softly. She practically melted against him as she cupped his cheek, deepening the kiss.
"Gross!" The next thing she knew Santana was throwing popcorn at them, breaking their kiss. "Save that for when we're not here!"
They reluctantly parted just so that they could glare at Santana. Once the girl refocused her attention back onto the screen, they turned back to one another. Jacob pressed his lips to Quinn's temple and murmured a soft "I love you."
"Forever." she breathed, kissing the corner of his mouth, then the other corner, and then the middle, and then his strong chin before gently kissing his lips, sealing the promise of her infinite love.
"Seriously get a room!"
"Santana being nice, they're just getting their lady kisses on."
"Babe, you do realize Jacob's a boy, right?"
"Really? Huh…I thought she was just really butch..."
Quinn chuckled at that comment and slowly pulled away from Jacob's lips, savoring him for a few more seconds before resettling in her seat. His arm wrapped around her shoulders. She lifted her hand and intertwined her fingers with the his.
"Hey, Quinn." She turned away from the screen at his voice. "Do you ever wonder what would've happened if the Council hadn't make you human again?" he asked curiously.
"Yeah." she whispered softly, her fingers gripping his a little tighter. She had on occasion thought about all the possible outcomes that could have taken place with the Council but really didn't like to think about it much. "I figure that if they hadn't, it probably wouldn't have been good for either one of us."
She just thanked God every day that they did.
Jacob said something along to the same lines to which she squeezed his hand and shared a knowing look with him. They both turned their attention back onto the screen as the opening credits started.
The four of them watched the movie in silence for about fifteen minutes before Santana leaned over and nudged Quinn. Quinn scooted away from Jacob and leaned into her, gaze still on the screen. "What?"
"Now that we're human again, you don't think that we…." Santana pursed her lips for a moment before continuing. "You don't think that we've got like, our own guardian angels, do you?"
Both of their gazes drifted behind them, up to the deserted balcony seating. They eyed the empty space suspiciously before turning back around.
"I don't know…I kind of hope not. That would be weird, don't you think?"
Santana nodded her head in agreement. "Yeah and I totally wants to get my grind on with Britts and I don't wanna think about being watched by our guardian angels while we do it. That's a little too kinky for my taste."
Quinn chuckled and nodded, reaching into Santana's jumbo popcorn bucket and taking a handful. Santana scowled for a second, holding her popcorn closer to her chest before throwing some kernals in her mouth.
Quinn smiled at the screen before turning back to her. "You happy you can finally eat popcorn again?"
Santana looked at her and grinned. "You have no idea."
AN: So yeah, I really do suck at endings but oh well, what's done is done! The end! It started in a movie theater and ended in one lol! Hope you all enjoyed Halo! Just want to say thanks again to all those who read, enjoyed, and reviewed this story and favorited and alerted this story and what not. All the support was amazing, thank you so much!
Any who I'm working on another Jacob/Quinn story for those who are interested (The plot based off one of my favorite 80's movies) so the first chapter of that should be out soon and we'll see how that goes over...
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