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Take Her From You Chapter 2

QPOV

"Quinn!" Rachel said running into Santana's bedroom. Santana and I were sitting on her bed playing blackjack when we heard Rachel's footsteps across the loft floor, coming towards us.

"Here comes your girl" Santana whispered. I nudged her and bit my lip trying to hide the smile that was creeping to my face. Rachel appeared in the doorway, with a wide smile. We stared at one another for a couple seconds longer than friends usually do.

"You're here" she said coming into the room.

"Uh hello, I'm here too you know" Santana interrupted. Rachel turned to face her and smiled.

"Hello Santana"

"Whatever. All it takes is your girl to show up for you to totally forget that you have awesome roommates in your presence. It's your play Q" I forced my eyes away from Rachel to study my cards. I could feel Rachel's energy surrounding me. It was strange really; it felt like being hugged by her even though she was still standing. I lost my train of thought several times before muttering the word stay. Santana dropped her hand and I followed suit.

"Did you just stay with 9?" she asked. I looked at my cards and shook my head. I stood grinning at Rachel. She wrapped her arms around me tightly and I reciprocated, her familiar scent filling my nostrils.

"I am so excited that you're here" she said.

"I bet" Santana muttered. I shot her a disapproving look, still holding on to Rachel. Too soon she pulled away from me, jumping excitedly.

"We are going to have the best week together" she insisted.

Seeing her so excited to have me here made me genuinely happy. I turned to look at Santana who had a smirk on her face, I could define. She came stand with us, putting her arm around both of us.

"We should go; Kurt would be pissed if we're late. You both know how he can be when it comes to time"

I shuddered at that time last year when we were having a glee club sleepover and he lost it because we all got to his and Finn's house a little late. Rachel left the room to change out of her dance clothes, leaving Santana and I there. She looked at me wagging her eyebrows.

"What's with you?" I asked walking over to handbag. I crouched over digging into my bag to see how many cigarettes I had left and if I would have to get more on our way. I silently counted when Santana cleared her throat.

"You smoke now?" she asked. I shook them at her and put them back into my bag. When I turned to face her, she had an impressed look on her face. "Look at you being a badass"

I rolled my eyes standing straight to face her.

"Why are you so obsessed with the things I do San? First Rachel, now the cigarettes; what's going on?" I asked

"You have always been my bestfriend, you and Brit. I love you both, but things right now with her…well you know. She could have been the one Q; I think she was the one and I foolishly let her go. Now it's too late, she's with him –"

I put my hand on her face, wishing to ease the pain she was feeling. I hated seeing my friends sad.

"Listen to me, I know saying let her go is easier said than done but think about it this way. She loves you and we both know she does. You hurt her and she found solace in Sam, which I get, he can be a sweet guy. I don't say this to hurt you babe, believe me; if you and Brittany are supposed to be together the universe will find a way to get you two back together. Have a little patience; you know I am here to help you find your own peace. She wants you to have that"

Without thought I pulled Santana into me, wrapping my arms tightly around her and held them there. After a few seconds she reciprocated.

"I think we needed to have this talk" she said pulling away from me "I guess I should apologize for slapping you"

I laughed "I'm sure we can find a way for you to make it up to me" I said winking at her.

"I can dig it"

Rachel popped my head in.

"Hey ladies, you ready? Kurt is on his way to meet us and Caden says he'll be a little late"

"Let's do this then" I said grabbing my bag and Santana's hand.

RPOV

If the high school me could see me she would never believe that this was my life now. Who would have thought that Rachel Berry would not only be friends with two former cheerios but would be living with one of them? As we walked down the street I looked sideways at the two amazing women walking with me. Quinn smiled grinned at me and took my had in her own.

"What are you thinking about over there?"

"I'm just really glad you're here"

"Me too" she replied

It was hot outside, but not deathly so. I was just happy to be out of class for the weekend. The wind blew a couple flowers off someone's flowerpot on the ledge of an apartment in our direction. Quinn reached out, jumping slightly catching it.

"Want my flower?" she asked. I smiled and nodded as she stuck it into my hair. She then turned to Santana "I would have given it to you but I know you don't like the mushy girlie shit"

I slapped her arm.

"Hey!" I shouted

"Don't hey me, you know you like my flower in your hair?"

Santana mumbled something, she was too far for me to hear, but Quinn shot her a look. I shook it off, ignoring Santana's little quips. I hoped that my rising level of excitement about Quinn being in town didn't show. It had been such a long time since I wanted us to be friends, so long since I wanted her to be in my life as more than just the girl who lashed out and took all her frustrations out on me.

We were nearing the restaurant now, only a couple of blocks off. Quinn put her arms around both our shoulders.

"Ladies" Kurt said standing at the door. He wrapped his hands around Quinn, missing her the last time she visited. She kissed his cheek as they pulled away.

"Mr. Hummel, how are you treating my girls?" she asked looking at Santana and me. I felt my face getting warm, so I looked at the street so the others wouldn't see it.

Once satisfied that I wasn't caught I rejoined the conversation the three were carrying on as we made our way into the restaurant. Santana slowed her stride to my own, linking our arms together. I was prepared for her to say something offensive, semi-offensive, or completely random. Instead she held onto me and smiled with a satisfied look on her face.

We walked over to an empty booth, where Quinn and Kurt filed in on one side and Santana let me go in before sliding next to me.

"So what did I miss in the past however long that Quinn's been here?" Kurt asked playing with the one unruly lock of hair he was comfortable with.

I wasn't with them for that long, so either Santana or Quinn would have to answer this question for him.

"Not a lot, we talked about school, Santana's move-"

"Going home" Santana added in a less than enthusiastic voice.

Kurt looked at the table, not saying anything. I thought about everything home, that we were missing, everything that we lost, the relationships that didn't last.

"Where's Caden?" Quinn asked changing the subject, God bless her.

"Wearing clothes I hope" Kurt mumbled. That earned him a high five from Santana and a scowl from me.

"Ignore them Quinn. He's still in class, said he'd meet us back at the apartment"

"First round's on me" Santana said, more like shouted

QPOV

"So I see you make it a habit of yours to find the roof of buildings" Santana said coming to sit next to me. We'd been back for half an hour now and I needed a moment to myself. I took a drag from the cigarette in my hand, holding it in for a couple of seconds before letting a long line of smoke go. I watched as it floated into the sky contorting into its own shape and dissipating.

I looked at Santana and smiled at the look on her face.

"What?" I asked

"You're different and at the same time, you are the you I've always known. Before you tell me something about being cryptic, let me explain" I motioned for her to continue and she did. "You smoke now, that's different. You are more relaxed than you were at any point in time in our lives, you smile more, worry less and you didn't even have to change your hair pink to do it"

"So what's the same?" I asked taking another drag

"You still hum when you think no one is listening, you take a book with you everywhere you go, you are still sarcastic as hell which I personally enjoy" she nudged me. "The most important one though, is you still look at her the same way. I know, I know you aren't gay, blah blah blah, but think about it for a minute Quinn, you at the very least have some feelings for Rachel. Think about the butterflies you get whenever she talks, looks at you, and sings, you can't deny those"

I closed my eyes thinking about the feeling in the pit of my stomach that I get when Rachel does all those things. How did Santana know, even if I didn't?

"How did you know?"

"It's the feeling I get with Brit"

I rubbed the end of the cigarette into the ground, next to where we were sitting.

"I'm not saying that this is what I'm feeling, you know that right?" I asked

"You don't have to say it to me Quinn, I'm not the one you're lying to; however I think you should stop lying to yourself and admit, that if Rachel felt the same way you would be up on all of that"

I looked at the stars in the sky; I didn't know what to say. I never thought about Rachel that way, how could I? She was always the person I couldn't stand to be away from. When we became friends I always thought it was my guilt that kept me wanting to be close to her.

"For what it's worth, I think you and Rachel would be a great thing. I think you could make it happen too" she looked at me with a reassuring look. "The thing is, I actually like the idea of you two being together. So take some time, think about it, see if there's a small part of you that wished you were with Rachel. Don't do it because I think you should, stop lying to yourself and think about what you really see when you look at Rachel. In the end, if it's what you want then great, if not at least you would know for sure"

I raised my eyebrow at her "You know I don't get you. You're a hypocrite Santana; you want me to admit that I have feelings for Rachel when you couldn't even hold on to Brit. What was it the long distance thing a bit too hard for you?" I asked, regretting the words as soon as they left my mouth.

She didn't say anything. She stared at me for a couple seconds longer, before standing and walking away.

"San I-"

She started towards me again.

"No Quinn, you're not sorry, you know why because you know you're right. I am a hypocrite because I love Brit and I broke up with her because I wasn't willing to work on us. At least I can admit it and I am trying to fix my mistakes. You however, are a coward because you and I both know you have feelings for Rachel but you're such a scared little girl, worried that her parents will disown her again if she gets one shred of true happiness and in this case being even remotely gay will do the trick right?. Call me out on my bullshit Quinn, but own yours first" she said leaving the roof without looking back at me.

I took another cigarette out, lighting it and taking a drag; so much for this week being fun.

As time passed I stared into the city that never sleeps. The nightlife for the New York was supposed to be amazing; instead I was on a roof, feeling like an ass for the things I said.

The door opened, but I refused to look around and see who it was. My jacket dropped into my lap followed by a beer in front my face. I took the beer and mumbled thank you. Santana sank down onto the vent where she left me and took a swig of her own beer.

"I swear to god if I ever see Caden's dick swinging and swaying in front of my face again I'm going to cut a bitch" she said

I swallowed my beer, trying to avoid spitting it back out.

"That is something I do not need to be thinking about, ever"

I put my jacket on and we drank our beers.

"It's louder here" I said listening to the nightlife going on around us.

"You get used to it. Listen Quinn-"

I put my arm around her shoulder. "I love you too Lopez" I said kissing her cheek. She pushed me off, wiping her cheek.

"Yeah well just because you went all soft on me doesn't mean I'm any less of a badass" She said seriously before cracking a smile.

More silence.

"Let's say there's some merit to what you said. How would I get her?"

Santana beamed at me with a look I associated with impending chaos. She started clapping excitedly, spilling beer.

"It was a hypothetical Santana" I pointed out.

"Yes but at least you're thinking about it. We're going home tomorrow, she will be away from Caden; show her what she's missing. You've got this Fabray"

"You're an idiot" I said finishing my beer.

She came to stand next to me taking one of my cigarettes out the box.

"That has yet to be proven"

I rolled my eyes and lit the cigarette for her.

Next chapter is going to be the journey to Lima or in Lima. I haven't decided yet, either way it's going to be awesome.

Specks