Santana leaned back in her chair and opened the envelope.
Santana:
It was great seeing you again yesterday. I normally wouldn't send messages through my daughter, but I forgot to get your number last night. Mine cellphone is 213-223-2990. I'd like to see you again, Santana.
-Q-
Santana folded the note back up and smiled to her self before programming Quinn's number in her iphone.
Santana got back to her apartment late in the afternoon and threw her keys into the bowl on the counter. She slumped onto the couch and pulled her phone out of her pocket before scrolling through her contacts. Quinn Fabray. Santana sighed before pressing call and moving the phone up to her ear.
"Hello?" Quinn's voice answered after the fourth ring.
"Hey, Quinn…" Santana exclaimed, "It's Santana…. Santana Lopez."
"You're the only Santana I know." Quinn smiled as she sat back at her desk. "I see you got my note."
"Mmhum." Santana replied, laying back on the couch. "As much as I would like to use your child as a carrier pigeon; I thought that calling you would be the preferred method of conversation."
"She is good at that role, she passes notes between me and her father." Quinn replied, "When he does call. Anyway, how was your day?"
"Yeah, It was fine. How's yours going?"
"Boring. I have to prep for court, but other than that. I'm so excited that it is friday."
"I know right?" Santana laughed, "I'm honestly just excited to not have to deal with some of my students for the next two days."
"Do you have plans for the weekend?" Quinn asked after a few moments of silence.
"Um…" The Latina thought, "Not really, no. What about you?"
"I was hoping to go out tomorrow night." Quinn flirted, "With you."
Santana stopped and nearly dropped her phone. "Um. Yeah, that sounds good. Do you want to grab dinner?"
"Sure."
"Okay." Santana stumbled, "How about the place on the corner of 23st W and 7th?"
"Sounds great." Quinn husked, "I'll see you tomorrow."