Hey guys! So this chapter is extremely short, but hey! I hope you enjoy it, as you can see it's from Quinn's point of view. please review! thanks for reading xx
Quinn's P.O.V:
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my good frickin' God. What the fuck am I doing in New York? Yeah, I know, I know, for Santana, but I can't help thinking this was a stupid idea. What if she rejects me? I mean, I did break her heart; maybe she's still pretty pissed off at me about that? I don't blame her; I mean I cheated on her with Rachel. What the fuck was I thinking? I cheated on Santana, the hottest piece of ass in the whole of Ohio, no, scratch that, the whole of fricking North America, with Rachel Berry, fringed hobbit who talked way too much, and had a preference for reindeer sweaters. I am such a fucking idiot.
To be honest, I am so glad Brittany was there to pick Santana up after she fell. And now Britt's helping me to meet up with Santana! She's such a kind, selfless person, San is really lucky to have such an amazing best friend. Britt told me she was going to tell Santana that I'm in New York tomorrow when they have lunch. I really, really hope she agrees to see me. I just really miss her, okay? I don't often admit my true feelings, but here I am, showing my emotions, my real thoughts. Wow, I've really grown soft over the years. Whatever happened to the old Quinn Fabray? With her tough exterior, razor sharp insults and seductive ways? Actually, I know exactly what happened.
Santana Lopez.
It always comes down to Miss Lopez.
The thought alone of the Latina makes me go all fuzzy inside, and my face immediately softens and a sappy little grin appears. Jesus, Santana, see what hold you have over me?
Uh, just realised how awkward it's going to be if Santana does agree to see me. I can imagine it now, the painfully awkward greetings, the tense atmosphere...Shit.
Why was I doing this again?