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definitelyalopez - Well I supposed emotionally she could be cheating on Santana. Sorry, if you don't understand. Message me, I can explain anything which is confusing you. I'm working on making longer chapters; it's just hard without any help :) I'll chapter 5 longer for you.
5th November 2018
The dark reflects the negative emotions within people's lives. How they're struggling to survive, struggling to live in the way that people seem to do every day without fault; only a slight hiccup every now and then.
Quinn used to catergorise people in to two catergories; those who can handle everything life throws at you and those who unfortunantly can't.
Quinn clearly placed herself in the 'Can't' catergory; while Sam was firmly in the 'Can'catergory.
Photography used to be Quinn's way of escaping after a miscarriage during her junior year to her then boyfriend. As her father blamed her for the shame of having a pregnant daughter but also for having an miscarriage.
The way she could capture a image in such a way that it inspired Quinn to pursue it as a career. She went to college, Yale and studied English Literature. She loved it. The way writers and poets used words to evoke emotions; in the same way Quinn used her camera to evoke the same emotions.
Her marriage to Samuel Evans happened straight after college. They were so happy and in love until the miscarriage in May. It was like history repeating its self and so she went into herself.
Taking soft steps towards her studio; she clicked her film into her camera; "Miss Lopez, are you ready?"
"It's Mrs Pierce. Lopez is my writing name." Santana said, looking at Quinn from her position on the stool.
"Oh... My fault." Quinn said, connecting the camera onto a stand; "Are you ready?"
Santana nodded
Quinn sent her a soft smile before looking into the camera; she began taking several pictures of Santana. She walked towards Santana, moving a strand of hair from her face.
"Do you wanna try some without your jacket on?" Quinn asked, walking back towards her camera
Santana stood up and tugged her jacket off; she placed it against the arm of the couch. Quinn turned to watched as Santana slipped her fingers in between the hem of her skirt, and tuck her crisp white blouse into her skirt. The way her blouse hugged her torso in a way which emphasised her rather noticable swell of her chest.
Shaking her head, Quinn clicked her tongue against teeth; "Ready?"
Santana smiled softly; "Sure..."
Santana perched herself on the stool; turning slightly to the right to look at Quinn who was smiling softly, her finger pressing against the button rapidly taking picturing.
"So this is for an article?" Quinn asked, looking from the image on the camera to Santana who was nodding.
"Yeah... I did a comparison on the homelessness during this century and in the last 50 years." Santana said; "It'll be in the newspaper on Monday."
"I'll make sure I'll read it." Quinn said, with a hint of a smile; as she pulled the camera off the stand, she turned and walked towards her light coloured wooden desk where her laptop was resting on top; "I'll make you a copy of all these... Is that okay?"
"Sure." Santana said, wiping her hands down her thighs; she looked from Quinn to her laptop; "Can I smoke?"
Quinn stifled a laugh as she clicked onto her laptop; "Sure."
Santana stood up; and pulled a packet of cigarettes out of her pocket; "Do you smoke?"
Quinn shrugged half-heartedly and Santana nodded silently, slipping the butt of a cigarette in between her lips. She turned and looked around the large space, several colourful pictures were hung up against the cream coloured walls. Four identical vases were placed in each of the corners of the room; filled with warm pink lilies.
Santana laughed internally at the cleanliness of the room. The whole room was totally nude of any dirt or colour except for the pictures and flowers. Santana turned to glance at Quinn who was sitting down in front of her laptop; she began clicking as she copied them onto the memory stick of Santana's; "Shall I sent them to Mark?"
"Yeah, I'm sure he'll want them…" Santana said, brushing it off with a quick wave of her hand as she leaned back further against the cream leather couch; she stood up and took a leisurely walk around the room. Stopping beside a small but spacious table, she picked up a picture frame, where two smiling blondes were smiling together; "Is this your husband?"
Quinn turned round, with a slight surprised expression; before a warmth of familiarity appeared across her expression; "Yeah... Sam."
Santana licked her lips; placing the photo frame down into its original position; "You suit each other..." she commented with a slight dry laugh.
Quinn laughed; "Yeah, it's the blonde thing… Makes people nervous."
Santana smirked; and took a quick inhale of her cigarette; walking back towards her spot where an ash tray was resting beside a tall lamp.
"Are you married?" Quinn asked, as she tugged the memory stick out of her laptop; she turned round to meet Santana's soft expression.
"Yeah..." Santana said with a light tone. She leaned down and stubbed out her cigarette out; she then stepped forward and grabbed the memory stick; "Thank you for this."
Quinn laughed; "It's fine. Just a family favour."
Santana nodded; "Thanks anyway... I should go."
Quinn brushed her hair behind her ear; stepping back and walking towards her stand; she closed it up and let it rest against the wall; "Mark has my number if you need any wedding or funeral photos being taken..."
Santana laughed, folding the collar down on her jacket; "I'll be sure that you'll have any future business on that front."
Quinn nodded; and waved lightly as Santana walked to the front door.
Santana walked down the steps from the front door; turning to walk towards her vehicle; she began calling Brittany.
"Honey?" Santana asked softly after hearing the click on the other side of the phone of someone answering.
"San, I'm working." Brittany said with a loud huff
Santana could easily detected the exhaustion within her tone; she immediately felt bad for bothering; "Oh... you should go then."
"What did you want?" Brittany asked much softer than before
Santana shook her head lightly, clearing her throat; "A talk with my wife... but you're busy."
After hearing no hint of a response from Brittany, Santana hung up. Putting her phone away; and she climbed into her car; and set drive to her work place.
Brittany placed her phone down; after hearing the click from Santana. Her head falling a little lower as she sighed deeply.
"Working?" Sam asked, taking a sip from his cup of hot chocolate, he leaned back to rest against the back of the chair, wiping a smudge of chocolate off his upper lip.
Brittany glanced up at from his top lip to his face; "She's... late for work anyway. I didn't wanna keep her. So how's Max anyway?"
"He's good. I'm training him at the moment. He can sit and stop." Sam said, placing his cup down; he wiped his lips with his sleeve as he shifted forward until he was resting on his elbows; "What time does she come home?"
"Can we not talk about her?" Brittany asked, running her fingers through her hair, slightly tugging on the ends; "I don't wanna talk about her."
Sam cleared his throat; glancing from Brittany to the small clock upon the kitchen wall; "Sorry, I just thought... Well, I should go anyway. I've got a job to do in Brooklyn in twenty minutes."
Brittany nodded; "Well, thanks for coming over. I had fun."
Sam grinned; "Me too. Thanks for lunch. You're a great cook."
Brittany blushed softly from his compliment; "I'll walk you to the door."
Sam stood up and followed after Brittany towards the front door. She unlocked it; and opened it.
"I'll see you soon... or I'll talk to you later." Sam said, tugging on his jacket, and sending the blonde a warm grin.
"That sounds great." Brittany said, wrapping her fingers round the cool steel handle.
Sam smiled sweetly and leaned in slightly. His rather muscly arms wrapping around Brittany's waist as he pulled her into a tight hug. Sam pulled away, only to skim his lips against the apple of her left cheek lightly, causing Brittany to momentarily stiffen against the door but also within Sam's arms.
"See you, Britt." Sam murmured before slipping out of the door.
Brittany quickly closed it; flicking the lock on before walking back towards the kitchen.
"Just a kiss on the cheek. It's nothing." Brittany mumbled as she began washing up the plates and cups; trying to ignore the feeling of Sam's lips against her cheek; and the blush which was appearing across her face because of that feeling.
Brittany wiped a clean towel across the kitchen table, cleaning up any mess which she or Sam had caused; then she dried all the plates and cups and placed them back in the kitchen cupboard. Afterwards, she took a seat on the couch, and leaned forward to switch on the television.
After a few minutes, Brittany felt awkward as she felt herself try to bury herself into the reality program which was currently playing onscreen. She rubbed her hands up and down her thighs before checking the time. Santana was normally back at 6 pm so she decided to take a bath and then prepare dinner.
Brittany walked downstairs at around quarter passed 5, her hair slightly damp from her bath. She walked into the kitchen to make a start on dinner.
As the clock ticked onto half 8, Santana closed her laptop and slipped from her chair. Standing up, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear; as she leaned up to tug her jacket on as she moved towards her office door.
Santana arrived at her vehicle a few minutes later, she climbed inside and began driving home. She parked in the driveway about ten minutes later; before climbing out of the car. She picked up her bag, before walking towards the front door.
Brittany stood up from the couch, switching the tv off; she met Santana by the door frame leaning into the living room.
"Where have you been?" Brittany asked, rubbing her hand up and down her arm.
"Work... Didn't you get my message or were you too busy to open your phone?" Santana asked in a rhetorical tone; as she brushed passed her towards the kitchen, she placed her bag on one of the chair before opening the fridge.
Brittany ran her fingers through her fringe; "My phone's on silent... I'm sorry. Your dinner's in the microwave. I didn't know when you'd be back or I'd have waited."
Santana turned the microwave on to 5 minutes; before turning round to meet Brittany; "It's fine. I should have called you until you answered."
Brittany nodded; "It's my fault. My phone will be on loud all the time."
"Baby, it's fine... You were at work all day. I shouldn't be calling you at work." Santana said, as she wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist; leaning down to press small kisses along her neck until she reached her ear; "I should go shower..."
Santana ran her fingers until they tugged on the edge of her t-shirt, she let her fingernails tickle the skin just above her bikini line; "Wanna join me?"
Brittany bit her bottom lip; lifting her fingers so they brushed Santana's fringe from her eyes, pushing her head towards the right slighty; "Maybe later... I'll prepare your meal. Come down soon."
"Okay... You're missing out... My fingers are doing some serious magic today if my writing anything to go by." Santana said, as she walked off towards the stairs.
Brittany released a shaky breath as her eyes fell on a brown wallet. Sam's brown wallet.