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18th April 2019
Quinn ran her fingers through her short blonde locks; letting a deep sig escape her mouth as her hazel eyes ran over Santana's almost ruffled appearance.
"San, be honest with yourself. Brittany isn't innocent but she's hardly to blame entirely," Quinn replied softly
"I know she's not innocent but I don't trust myself to judge her anymore. I'm too harsh on her, and it sucks because every time we speak I hear her and she's still my wife," Santana murmured gently; lifting her eyes from her mug; "Honestly, I never thought we'd go through this,"
Quinn pursed her lips as her thoughts ran wild; "Maybe you do judge her too harshly. She's not a sweet little angel, Santana. She's a mere human; and God knows how many mistakes we've made,"
Santana rolled her eyes at Quinn's almost preaching tone; before nodding softly; "You're right. I've been placing Brittany on a pedestal… She can't do anything but fall short of what I expect,"
Quinn licked her pale pink lips softly as she quirked her eyebrow up at Santana; "Want me to be brutally honest?"
Santana smirked; "Don't hold back on my account."
Quinn winked before shifting forward, brushing her dress to avoid any wrinkles; "You're probably unbelievably disappointed in Brittany; and I'm not saying you're not in the right to not be. I just think you're being slightly manipulative in the way you treat her… especially after you found out. God, San… You tried to test her… You tested her faithfulness,"
"I'm manipulative. Coming from you this is hilarious," Santana replied
"You may think this is funny; but you nearly caused your marriage to fall apart. You actually tried to play your wife for a fool, San. If that is funny for you-"Quinn trailed off as Santana's glare increased
"I was wrong to do that. I know it was stupid, even childish. Part of me just wanted her to sleep with someone just so I'd feel validated for having doubts about her…. And the other part… I knew she'd want to prove that it would only ever be me," Santana replied honestly, letting her fingers thread together; "You know how terrible I felt to do that to her… She's so good that it hurts to know she can disappoint me, so easily,"
Quinn nodded softly; "I get it She's everything which is great. She's not naive, San. She knew that reaching out to Sam was both risky and stupid. She's not single anymore; and a marriage means that you put your secrets in the open because you know how damaging they can be if they're not,"
"I just… I really miss her, Q… You know I never wanted to do this to her. I never wanted to just… and catch her out. I love her… And I'm an idiot for doing this… But it's the only way to know for certain," Santana revealed sadly; her chocolate eyes blurring over through unshed tears.
Quinn smiled sympathetically; "I understand… but you're the one who moved back in with your parents. You left before you could even talk about taking breaks and stuff…"
Santana rolled her eyes; "Don't remind me. My dad avoids that I'm there and my mom thinks I'm there because my marriage is falling apart…,"
"Is things not good with your dad?" Quinn asked
"He's… He's never got over the fact I'm gay… I'm an only child so I knew he was disappointed. I wasn't what he wanted in the first place. He wanted a boy," Santana replied, leaning back to scratch the base of her neck; "Anyway, I was closer to my mother…"
"Santana, things at home aren't good… Why don't you come back to New York? It's your home… It's where Brittany is… Where all your friends are." Quinn said
"I'm happy here." Santana replied, glancing up at Quinn; "I'm focused on work… I just miss Britt… I miss seeing her… I haven't seen her in months,"
Quinn nodded
"Are we gonna ignore the bruises on your wrist, Quinn?" Santana asked softly; her eyes flickering up to meet Quinn's.
"You know… It's… Sam tried to stop me from storming out… You think Brittany was the first girl he's tried to sleep with? It isn't… I've found many amounts of phone numbers… Which he's lied about. Oh baby, that was a woman's number who wanted a plumbing job." Quinn replied, shaking her head slightly in disbelief; "I've been so stupid to believe his lie… You know Brittany came round after you must have found out… He made out like she was the one living in fantasy… That Sam hadn't been coming on to her…"
Santana swallowed thickly
"Brittany was in the wrong; she knew Sam was coming on to her… and she didn't stop him…. But Sam's intention was to sleep with Brittany… And as soon as it happened, he would have thrown her aside…" Quinn continued; "Maybe Brittany just needed someone who understood her… but Sam didn't care about her…"
Santana hummed in thought; wondering about Brittany. Quinn shifted forward, pushing a return ticket to Massachusetts for the 30th April.
"You need to fix your marriage, San. If Sam was actually sorry, and he was in love with me… Like Brittany was with you. I wouldn't be here… wasting a chance to fix things," Quinn said softly, wearing a small smile; "You need to see her face to face... You'll never sort things out, not with this distance."
Santana smiled softly; "Quinn, this is too much… I can't afford to pay you back… I'm literally broke now,"
Quinn giggled; "Santana, I like you… I really do. You're funny… and I feel like you're a great friend to have… So please fix your marriage…"
Santana licked her lips lightly; before leaning forward and wrapping her arms around Quinn's neck, gently pulling her into a tight hug.
"Oh God… Thank you, so much for this…" Santana murmured, her chin resting on Quinn's shoulder; relief washing through her body; as Quinn giggled softly.
"It's fine, seriously. You and Britt… You need her… and she needs you," Quinn murmured, pulling away to look at Santana's face; "She's what you need, San,"
"Thank you for this," Santana replied, glancing down at the ticket; "I can never repay for this…"
"Fix your marriage, Santana. I lost mine because he wasn't in love with me... You can't lose her; not when you both love each other," Quinn said
Santana sighed deeply; "I'll fix things… I promise… I'm not gonna lose her,"
Quinn smiled; squeezing Santana's hand; "I should go. I have a job tomorrow. I'll call you before I leave,"
Santana stood up; and wrapped her arms around Quinn once more; before pulling back, wearing a small smile; "Thank you again, Q,"
"Keep smiling… and just remember why you fell in love with her. She's still the same person," Quinn replied softly, she then pulled her bag over her shoulder; before turning to walk out of the coffee shop.
Santana looked down at the ticket; a warmth spreading through her at the thought at seeing Brittany in so long. Talking to her was good but seeing her was going to be different.
Pressing on her phone, Santana placed her phone against her ear; after a few rings; a warm voice answered.
"Santana Lopez calling me… What do I owe to this honour?" Kitty asked, her tone dripping in sarcasm
"I'm coming to Boston… on the 30th of April. I wanna surprise Brittany. Can you help me?" Santana asked
"Well, you came to the right girl. Because she will simply adore you for even being there. On the 30th April… You could come to the show… and meet her afterwards. I hate to brag but we're really good; and Brittany would love if you could see her." Kitty replied
"That sounds great actually. Is there a hotel nearby?" Santana asked
"Girl, you can share Brittany's. I'll move somewhere else." Kitty replied softly
"Thank you… She'll like that I'm surprising her right." Santana said
"She'll love it." Kitty murmured; "Your girl's here… So I'll text you the details. And thank you for doing this. She's a mess without you."
"Thank you… for helping." Santana said
"Okay, goodbye." Kitty said
"Bye." Santana replied; before she hung up; placing her phone down beside the ticket.
a/n:- I think the next chapter (Chapter 16) will be rated M. Just a slight warning before.