CHAPTER 4

Santana's POV.

When you moved to New York, you anticipated the troubles of living with Hummelberry. Little did you know what would be your true obstacle.

Walking.

Your feet have hit that point where they are past the pain stage and they just feel like they have fallen off. By the time you sit down on your apartment couch, you feel like screaming in joy. Kicking off your boots that are most commonly seen on prostitutes, you see that the "living room" has a full house.

"Hey Q and company. What's the plan for tonight's activities?" You ask, looking around the room and noticing some nervous expressions. Mostly just on Quinn's face.

"Well, my train is leaving at nine, so maybe someone could just go grab some chinese and then you can drop me off at the station." Quinn says, while nonchalantly slipping her hand up so her finger rests on her nose.

Your hand immediately jumps to your nose, and Kurt catches on quick too.

Rachel finally puts her phone down and glances around. "Shit. Why does my talent not include the act of nose game? I vote we change the game to something more fair!" She whines.

"How is nose game not fair? You just touch your fucking nose! If you weren't on the phone with plastic man all the time, you wouldn't always lose!" You say, but in a teasing way.

"Actually, I was texting Finn." Rachel says, a mischievous smile spreading across her face.

"I know that face. What happened?" Kurt says, leaning in to listen to Rachel.

"Well, you'll just have to wait to hear about it when I get back with all of your food." She says, while getting up and heading towards the door.

"Dam it Berry. The one time I actually want you to talk..." You trail off, but you hear a laugh before she slides the door close.

Before you know it, she's back and the four of you are sitting around the table while you dig into your favorite dish; Chicken Low-Mien. You twist your fork in the noodles slowly but for a long time, gathering up noodles, before shoving almost one fourth the carton into your mouth and finishing with a Slurp.

You hear a chucked beside you. "Did you skip that manners lesson S? But never mind, we'll work on that later. For now, spill the details Rachel!" Quinn says, turning to look expectantly at Rachel.

"Wellll," she says, absorbing the attention she so adores, "We might have maybe hooked up at the wedding."

Kurt chokes on his spring roll. "Are you serious?" He asks, while coughing.

You slap him on the back. "Although Finnocence is not my favorite person, I am happy we are getting rid of the naked donkey face. Well done Berry!" You finish, with your signature smirk plastered on to your face.

"No me and Brody are not broken up Santana! We have a mature relationship, so we talked about this and it is no harm done. We are still going strong." Rachel says, correcting you.

"Oh please, that is absolute bullshit. Mature Relationship? That is honestly the stupidest thing I have ever heard of. Look, I don't understand your relationship with FInn, but I do think i get what is going on with Brody. From my side of the apartment, it seems like all you guys do is fuck, and sex does not mean love. I vote you dump his ass in favor of he pretty much sucks. Are you ok Quinn?" You add, because you see her coughing.

You watch as Kurt shoots her a pitying glance. You will have to ask him about that later. "Yeah, I'm fine. Dam wontons just went down the wrong way." She explains, adding a weak smile.

"Alright, I think we are all about done. Satan, are you going to drive Quinn to the train station?" Kurt asks.

"Ugh, I guess so, if I am being forced too." You say with a wink at Q to let her know you are kidding. You also do want to drive her home, so you can talk to her. You want to figure out why she has been acting weird all day.

You get up and stuff your plate into the sink, then go find some shoes to wear. You wait by the door as Q grabs all her stuff, hugs Rachel and Kurt, and then walks out the door with you.

Yeah, you own a car in New York City. It may not be that useful, but it beats driving around with old taxi drivers that check you out any day. You walk out the apartment with Quinn, talking about how much Brody sucks, and get into the Mercedes (you bought it because your dad is a doctor, so you had a wide selection, and you wanted to screw with Mercedes the person). You drive to the station while you both belt out the words to whatever new Taylor Swift song was playing. You noticed that Quinn's hands were fidgeting, as if she was nervous, but you hold back a comment. Once you park, you look at the board and realize you have a solid ten minutes before Q's train leaves. You both walk over and sit on a wooden bench.

"You alright Q? You've kinda been acting weird all day." You ask, just wanting to make sure she is alright.

"I'm fine," she says rather quickly, "but I have a question." She states, looking up so her eyes are looking directly at yours.

"I always have an answer."

"What are we, S? I'm honestly just so confused, and I want to know what you think."

That question makes you think. You do not really know Quinn's sexuality, so you do not want to push her into anything. But you do love spending time with her, and lately you have been wondering too. The best thing to do right now though is to let her talk first.

"What do you want this to be Quinn?"

She pauses for a second. Seeming to be having some inner turmoil, she answers your question after a silent minute. "I... I want to be your girlfriend. I think. I'm not sure. I want to be able to hold your hand sometimes, when we aren't using them to slap each other. I want us to fight over what movie we are going to see. I want you to be... mine." She finishes, looking down at her hands.

You take it all in, and you see so many possibilities. Good ones. "Never thought this day would come Q. But it's funny."

"Why?"

"Because it just so happens that is what I want, too."

And when those words leave your mouth, her entire face lights up. She leans in, and you meet her in the middle.

It's the first time you have felt that happy in awhile.

Author stuff:

Idk where NY train stations are, so i hope this makes sense.

From now on, there will be a new chapter every wednesday.

finally, just because of this chapter, do not give up on Brittana. Don't worry, there is a lot more to come. I have decided to maybe keep the endgame a secret? Tell me your thoughts on that idea. :D