"Hey crazy girl, wait up." I called.

We are living in the seventh floor and there is no lift in the building, so I caught up to them somewhere between the fifth and fourth floor.

They turned around and the taller girl gave me a huge grin. "You came to help, I knew you love to help people." She went up a stair and put her arms around my waist and hugged me, I really didn't know how to respond but before I could eve decide she pulled away.

"We really don't want your pity."

"Hey cranky-pants I get that this attitude works on some people, but the last thing I feel for you right now is pity."

The girl's face remained indifferent and I had no idea what she was thinking, 'man, that girl has some game'.

"I'm Santana, and you kind of blindsided me before so I missed your names." The taller blonde looked at me with questioning eyes. 'Is she being serious?'

"I'm Quinn and this is Brittany." Quinn said in a harsh tone. "We can't lift out mattresses alone up the stairs, so if you're up for it, we can really use your help." She said the second part slightly softer.

I looked at her mask of indifferent searching for a crack, because pretty blonde girls like her can't pull off the HBIC look. Usually scared eyes or quivers lip reveal just how scared they really are, but this Quinn girl didn't even blink when I gave her my dead eyes. We ended up having a staring contest until Brittany cleared her throat in an attempt to get our attention. I immediately snapped my head towards her and gave her a small smile.

"Umm, we should probably go to the lobby to get our mattresses." Brittany said and started skipping down the stairs.

"Honey, try not to fall." Quinn yelled after her chuckling and smiling widely.

"Is she your sister or something?"

"No, just my best friend." Her tone was back to cold and distant.

I wanted to ask her a few things that interested me about Brittany and about herself, but her tone kind of scared me so I kept my questions to myself. The rest of our journey down the stairs was filled with an awkward silence.

When we reached the ground floor I saw Brittany jumping up and down on the mattresses, here shoes were on the floor and she was jumping from one one mattress to the other, giggling like a little girl with out a care in the world. I couldn't help but smile on how adorable she looked, so happy and care free. I looked over to where Quinn last stood only to see there absolutely no one.

"Quinnie, do a cartwheel."

"Britt, I'm wearing a dress."

"Oh right."

This girls are so weird, when I turned around I saw that Quinn's shoes were placed neatly next to Brittany's and the blondes where jumping and laughing together.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your... Bonding time but I do have a life to get back to... So can we please get this over with?" I pleaded.

They stopped jumping around but it didn't look like they were planning on answer me.

"Britt grab the far right corner if the mattress and Santana you grab the far left." Quinn. Started bossing us around. "Tight please."

"Not even a drink before you make me grab your mattress, tightly." I teased. I don't think that Brittany understood the joke because she didn't even smiled, and that was a funny joke.

"It is Brittany's."

I took us about an hour to bring both mattresses to the seventh floor. We placed the mattresses in the hallway so I didn't get a chance to see their apartment from the inside. During the faithful hour we didn't say much. It was clear to me that Quinn wasn't a fan, and even Brittany understood the vibe between us and kept quite.

Now we were standing in the hallway between our apartments, a little sweaty and short of breathes from the workout.

"Thank you for helping us. Guess I judged you too soon and I'm sorry for that." Quinn said a ting bit softer, 'score'.

"You weren't, I ain't Virgin Mary."

For a second I thought I saw a smile creeping her face, but it disappeared in a second I wasn't sure if I made it all up in my head.

"I want a green salad." Rachel told the middle aged waitress.

"Me too." Kurt said.

"And what can I get you, young lady? You look so skinny?"

"I want a cheeseburger with bacon and fries." I said without any hesitations, she took our menus, "oh, and a vanilla milkshake." She nodded and left.

"Sanny, hungry much?"

It was the first time since we entered the restaurant that we were alone and I was pretty mad.

"Yeah because I had to help our loud neighbors carry not one bit two mattresses because you thought it would be funny. Por favor dígame lo que usted tenía en mente mis perras? Era pesada como la mierda. I started yelling at them in Spanish I wanted to make them feel bad for what they did to me.

I could have been worst though, helping them. Brittany was so adorable like a baby bird and as for Quinn. Maybe I finally met my match, the person who can keep up with my bitchy remarks. Puck always was a worthy rival but he is a boy and a perv.

"Santana we didn't think you would agree." Rachel said. "Doesn't it make you feel better? That you help someone." She tried. "Come on Sanny bear."

My scowl changed into a light grin. "Don't ever call me that ever again." I warned her.

Rachel sat next to me and Kurt sat opposite of us. We were in a 50's style diner- red leather boots, polyester waitress uniform and a big yellow jukebox.

She poked me in the ribs. "I know what would make you feel better, we can sing together."

"Only if I get to pick the song, I hate Ll this Broadway crap."

I actually loved singing with Rachel. She had an amazing voice that went really well with mine. And besides, music was my passion, that is why I'm in the music program at NYU.

"Just don't pick and death rap song this time." She asked and gave me the puppy eyes.

"Ladies, I have a suggestion. I will choose the song you will sing. Just like I used to pick Rachel's clothes before she understood fashion."

"Fine with me."

"Yeah, with me too."

"Okay." He placed his hand under his chin. "You will sing 'in my veins'."

'I love this song' "you'll start." I whispered and handed her a mic.

"Nothing goes as planned. Everything will break. People say goodbye. In there own special way."

"All that you rely on and all that you can fake will leave you in the morning but find you in the day."

"Oh you're in my veins and I cannot get you out. Oh you're all I taste." We sang toghtear.

We finished singing and returned to our table, the burger was amazing. We talked about Rachel's favorite musicals, we talked about Maybr going home for the holidays. all in all, I had a lot of fun.

We took the subway back to our apartment.

"Mamma Mia was by far the best musical who was made into a movie." Rachel stupidly said as we climbed the stairs back to our apartment.

"So not. Rocky Horror is the best. No question there."

"I agree with Santana." Kurt said and we high-fived.

"We'll I think grease was the best one." There was Quinn sitting on the floor a d leaning against her door.

"You're right." We all said in unison, and started laughing like crazy.

"It's much more fun when I'm not the one being creeped out." I said between giggles.

"So you do know how creepy this is?" She asked annoyed.

I just rolled my eyes. "What's up Quinnie, trouble in paradise?"

"We only have one key and Brittany is kind of working right now, so I'm just waiting for her to get back home."

"Well, do you want to wait at our place?" Rachel asked.

Quinn nodded. I reached my hand to her and when she grabbed it I pulled her to a standing position.

Maybe it wouldn't so bad having Quinn as the girl next door. I think maybe I could even get used to her.

Author note: hey guys, thank you so much for reviewing, following and making my story one of your favorites- it means a lot to me.

If you have and comments on the episode, suggestions or thoughts please write them to me. Let me know what you think about the story so far.

I don't speak Spanish, I used google translate. It says- please tell

Me what you had in mind bitches? It was heavy as fuck.

The song Rachel and Santana sand was: in my veins by Andrew Belle.

Thank you, spencer.