Hello! I don't know what to say about my hiatus, other than I am so sorry to keep you guys waiting for so many months! my apologies, you know how it goes with life and what not. Well just to let you guys know that I do intend to finish both of my stories so stay tuned for an update for Blue Eyed Stranger as well! I know it's been a while, but I hope you will forgive me! Please enjoy this chapter! It was fun to write and get back in the groove of things once more. Now on with the show!
"Quinn!" Santana sung out as she opened the door to their shared dorm and quickly took in the sight displayed before her.
Quinn was about knee deep in various bulks of textbooks and scribbling furiously with a pen on one of the many papers that were spread in front of her. Her Macbook was also open and Santana presumed that the blonde was doing some intensive research on some subject that was far from her interest and something she thought was entirely far too boring for words.
"Quinnie!" Santana called out with a little smile, knowing that the blonde hated that nickname only because her mother had refused to call her by anything else her whole life. That was something the blonde had relied to her one night when they were lounging around swapping embarrassing stories/mementos from their childhood.
When the blonde didn't even twitch at the nickname, the Latina tried again, with another nickname she knew that would definitely get the blonde's attention.
"Quirky Quinn!"
And with no hesitation the blonde answered,
"I told you to stop calling me that."
"So she's alive," Santana responded sarcastically with a huff as she threw her jacket haphazardly on the chair nearest to the door. She knew Quinn would chastise her later on her decision to be "messy" as she called it, but she decided she enjoyed pushing the blonde's buttons.
Santana moved around the room until she landed on the bed that Quinn was currently working on, effectively causing the surrounding papers to fly up in a dramatic manner.
"Hey watch it!" Quinn whined, frantically trying to retrieve some of the papers that had left their place and quickly organized them.
Santana didn't seem to mind and folded her hands under her head and she took a look at Quinn's facial features.
She definitely looks irked, that's for sure.
"You know some of us actually have to earn our grades to maintain substantial ones because we can't all just blow off half of our assignments when we feel like it and still pass the class with flying colors unfortunately." Quinn announced sarcastically as she continued to scribble and highlight.
"Well we all can't be as amazing as Santana Lopez, that's for sure blondie." The Latina replied smugly.
The blonde glared at her for a moment before she retorted.
"I'm surprised your head hasn't exploded yet from the size of your ego."
Santana just shrugged. She knew her ego was big, that wasn't news to her.
Again Santana took a look at all the homework related things cluttering the bed- to think that at one point it actually looked like one, was beyond her. She didn't know how Quinn mustered up all the energy to dedicate her entire self to her schoolwork and achieving the highest grades possible.
"I don't know how you do it all the damn time. Work, work, work, work, it's like that's all you're programmed to do and I just don't understand it! How can one person never be up for adding a little fun in their schedule? Jeez. Just thinking about it gives me shivers." Santana proclaimed as she visibly shivered.
"And I just don't know how you do it either! All you're programmed to do is slack off and make fun your number one priority but you still pass! You have all the qualities of an uninspired and unmotivated student, but on paper your grades say otherwise. It's ridiculous!" Quinn exclaimed as she found it hard to not get off topic and off track with the Latina around. It was merely impossible.
"And like I've said before, we all can't…."
Quinn finished her sentence for her,
"be as amazing as Santana Lopez. Yes I've heard it a million times before, it's basically engraved into my brain."
"And that's the way it should be." The Latina smirked. She was glad she was rubbing off on the blonde.
Not in the way I would like to but….. still.
After the Latina couldn't stand the sight of homework any longer, she got up and peered down at Quinn one more time.
"Well if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have some of this fun you keep talking about because all this talk about homework and school is making me nauseous." Santana said as she made a grossed out expression and put her hands up in disgust.
"Whatever, maybe I could actually get some work done for once." Quinn replied indifferently although she liked bantering with Santana much more than she'd actually care to admit to the girl; it would only expand her ego further than she think is humanly possible.
"Don't act so glad to get rid of me blondie, I know you love having me around despite your attitude."
Quinn declined to reply, instead she continued to focus on her current task and ignore Santana.
Santana made her way to the door and opened it and grabbed her discarded jacket but not before announcing her departure.
"Alright have fun doing whatever you nerds do while I go and enjoy my youth while I still can. Don't miss me too much."
And with that the Latina left and Quinn couldn't help but let out a small smile. She admired the brunette girl more than she was aware.
A few hours later when Santana returned once more, she found Quinn in a much more reasonable setting.
The girl was wearing thick black framed glasses and had her laptop sitting on her lap while and Santana assumed she was doing something boring until she caught sight of the girl's computer screen and noticed something familiar.
As she moved closer to the blonde to get a closer look at the screen, she noticed that her initial thoughts were proven true. Quinn was watching The Office.
Upon that discovery, without qualms, Santana made a leap for Quinn's bed; effectively scaring the girl half to death because apparently she didn't hear her enter their dorm because she was wearing earphones.
"What the hell Santana!" Quinn screamed as her entire body jumped up in unison with her laptop, causing her glasses to slide a bit off and down onto her nose.
"What? I saw you were watching The Office and I couldn't resist, I'm a sucker for that show." The Latina shrugged, she saw no harm in her actions.
"By the way your glasses are nice Q, it really gives authenticity to the 'sexy nerd' act." Santana said without hesitation, making Quinn's face blush a shade of red, but not wanting to dwell on the compliment, Quinn ignored it.
"Well that doesn't give you the right to just invade my private time and jump on my bed." Quinn challenged.
Santana just rolled her eyes, she was used to getting chastised by Quinn and it didn't affect her.
"Just shut up and scoot over, I wants to get my cuddle on." Santana replied with a faux ghetto accent that amused Quinn and caused her to giggle and forget Santana's previous actions.
"Who would've thought! The almighty Santana Lopez is a cuddler and randomly speaks in a horrible ghetto accent." Quinn could not stifle her laughter.
"Whatever. Just press play blondie." Santana huffed as she scooted closer and laid her head on Quinn's chest and reached for one of the earphones while she put her arm around her waist without hesitation.
Now this position might have been uncomfortable for some but believe it or not, Santana often did not hold back when she set her mind to something. And right now that something was cuddling with Quinn and watching her favorite show. She ignored the logistics of the situation and tried not to focus too much on the repercussions of it and how Quinn had a boyfriend or whatever. All of that was just background noise and she just wanted to enjoy the now. Besides, Quinn never seemed to mind their closeness so that was always a green light for her to keep doing it.
After a few minutes of just enjoying the show and laughing here and there about the character's antics, Quinn couldn't wait to ask something that has always burned her brain.
"Don't you ever find their boss irritating?"
This question caused Santana's head to snap up.
"What you find Michael annoying?" Santana gasped as she looked at Quinn's face in utter shock at the admission.
"I mean yeah, he sort of is…." Quinn admitted as if it was obvious to every viewer that came across the show.
"Well that's because you're a buzz kill." Santana replied simply.
"Am not!" Quinn shot back.
"Prove it then. Tell me the most exhilarating or fun thing you've done in the past six months that doesn't include reading a book and I'll take it back." Santana challenged.
Quinn rummaged her memory and when she could find anything considered "fun", it frustrated her beyond belief to think that Santana was right. She hadn't done anything worth mentioning or recalling that had been the least bit entertaining. Her life had always been sort of….. bland, as much as she hated to admit.
Noticing Quinn's inability to name something, Santana laughed.
"See that's the problem with you Quinn. You've probably played it safe your whole life and never experienced a true out of body experience or done something that's shaken you to the core and made you feel alive." Santana explained with such gusto that Quinn was afraid of how exact she was with her reasoning.
But then something came to mind.
"Well there was this one time in highschool where I cut off my hair and dyed it pink in rebellion. Does that count?"
"Wow so you got a haircut and changed your hair color too, woop di do, Quinn Fabray is a maniac everyone! Watch out!" Santana shouted with a tone that was heavily sarcastic.
"Well I don't hear you coming up with anything better." Quinn scowled at the girl.
"Oh me?" Santana pointed to herself.
Quinn rolled her eyes but nodded anyways to appease the girl.
"You don't wanna hear about me blondie. I go all Lima Heights on people and I don't think you're tough enough to hear any of my stories."
The blonde crossed her arms and scoffed.
"Oh really? And what is Lima Heights exactly?"
"The real ugly and gruesome side of Lima Ohio. Nothing your posh and pristine ears have ever heard of, it's way too scary to even imagine." Santana exaggerated, knowing well that she was raised in the nice part of Lima that was far from the term 'hood.'
"A huh. Because that's totally believable."
"Don't believe me blondie? Just ask anyone from there and they'll tell you. Hell I used to keep razor blades in my hair because it was that sketchy where I'm from. They were just all up in there." Santana explained with a frantic hand motions around her hair.
Quinn snorted and refused to believe Santana had come up and been raised in that sort of upbringing, but then remembered that day they met and how Santana was ready to put her fists up and fight her so she just nodded and went along with her story.
"Well then in that case, remind me never to mess with you or make you mad ever again."
"Dully noted" Santana replied as she laid her head back on Quinn's chest and even went so far as to bury her head in it. Which might have been pushing it a little, but hey; she enjoyed the closeness to the blonde so you couldn't blame her.
"Don't worry Quinn. If you stick with me, I'll make sure you don't die with the bland life you have now, I promise."
"What a relief." Quinn replied sarcastically, but still couldn't help the little smile that formed on her lips at the mention of spending more time with the Latina.
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