I want waffles." Rachel said from the couch. Her doctor appointment is on Monday, so until then I agreed with myself to let her act like a little bitch.
"The waffles machine is in the storage room."
"So try not to fall on the way down." I moved near her with a scary look on my face, even I have my limits.
"Okay, okay I am sorry.. Pretty please." She begged.
"Don't ever do that again." I warned her before leaving the apartment. I went down the stairs and entered the basement. I looked for the waffles machine in our boxes.
"Hello.."
I turned around and there she was, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
"Quinn, hey what's up?"
"I am alright, just looking for a pot."
"Rachel send me down here to bring the waffles machine. She have cravings." I said and returned to look through the boxes.
"Since when are you being whipped?"
"I-I'm not." Before I could even think about a bitchy remark the lights shut off. "Fuck, fuck."
"Is little Sanny afraid of the dark?" The blonde teased me.
"No." I snapped at her. "The door is electric, we are fucking stuck." I said.
"Shit, I have to go to work." She looked a little scared.
"Where are you working? In a book store or something dorky like that?" I tried to lightened the mood.
"No Santana, I am a paralegal in a big law firm in town." She said clearly angry.
"Don't you want to be a lawyer?"
"I do, but you need to study first. I finished college and I got excepted to Columbia law school."
I didn't know what to talk about, she looked annoyed and I didn't want her to get mad at me. I sat down on one of the boxes and she sat down next to me.
"I am sorry.. For before, I didn't meant to annoy you." I apologized.
"Are you capable of apologizing?"
"Sometimes. Living with Rachel and Kurt soften me a little, I am like a stuffed animal." I told her, there was silence for a minute of two. "Quinn, can I ask you something?" She nodded. "What was your first date?"
"What do you mean?" She laughed a little.
"I don't know, I guess I want to get to know you. You don't have to make it so hard."
"My first real date was in my first year of college, I studied at Yale. A guy I had a major crush on asked me out, he took me to a fancy restaurant and then we returned to the dorms in a carriage, it was really romantic." She said.
"Of course you would think riding in a carriage is romantic, you are such a typical girl." I laughed at her.
"Santana, girls love to be swept off their feet."
"There are many way to do so, you don't have to spend so much money to show a girl that you love her. It's the thought that counts."
She was quiet for a second and even through the darkness I could see she was looking at me with her big hazel eyes, 'Lopez, look away!', but I couldn't. Her eyes were nothing like Brittany's, I was drawn to them.
She finally looked away, "did you ever done it? Swept a girl off her feet?" She asked in a harsh tone. 'I thought I would never hear that tone again.'
"Are you suggesting that I am the one who wears the pants in my relationships? Is it because I'm Hispanic?"
She made a cute snoring-laughing sound and playfully nudged my arm, "come on."
"Okay.." I said in defeat. "I used to be all romantic like that with my ex girlfriend. I even once wrote her a song, and I didn't have to spend any money to do so."
She started laughing. Not like a small giggle, no she was fighting for air.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"I-I'm sorry, I am sorry it is just really funny to imagine a whipped Santana Lopez, because I know you for like two days." She said and started laughing again.
"You called me whipped half an hour ago." I said in a hurt tone, "and I wasn't whipped I was in love." 'Jesus, what's wrong with you today.'
After I said the comment about love, she stopped laughing completely. "I am sorry you're right. I guess I just never really been swept off my feet."
"You deserve to." It slipped my mouth, 'well, you can't take it back now'
"Can I ask you something now?"
"Quinn Fabray wants to ask me something, I feel honored."
She didn't respond. "Is she the girl from the photo I saw the other day?"
"Amm.."
"You don't have to tell me." She said sweetly. 'God that girl changes her mind more times than a pregnant woman.'
"There is really nothing to tell, we dated all through our senior year and then I came to New York and she went to L.A and we decided to just stay friends."
"Did you?" The girl asked me.
"No we didn't, people lose touch. The only one I kept in touch after high school were the glee club kids, Lily tried the club but she didn't like it." I sighed.
She was just about to ask me another question when the lights came back and the door opened. It was one of our neighbors.
"Yo girls, are you feeling fine?"
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