Well I was the one who showed you the sky
But you brought it down, down to my thighs
Sadly believed every word I didn't mean
About loving darkness.
"Or…we could make it a 2 time thing". The words echo in Quinn's head. So, yeah, they had sex. College girls experiment, why shouldn't she? She was a college girl. A smart, pretty, reasonably sane college girl. So why was the thought of Santana driving her crazy?
Yale was overrated. The class's were good, and the teachers could be pretty hot, but the actual college part of it as stupid. It was her life now, her damm repetitive life. Boys went crazy over her with a simple word but it wasn't enough. She wanted more. Some crazy part of Quinn wanted to go to New York, grab Santana and fly her to Paris, where they would star as Christian and Roxanne. Quinn was freaking' made to be Roxanne. But no. No way. The logical part of the blonde's brain made her stay put, and ignored the thoughts that kept visiting her mind, poking and probing, begging to be let in and to dominant.
Like how Santana had opened her eyes. Made her see that there was so much more than just going to Uni, finding a good guy and marrying him.
In a way, it was like finding out that the sky was blue. So obvious, and all it takes is one stupid person to come and point it out and make you look like a fool. A stupid person no different than any other stupid person.
And Santana-her bestfriend, her lover-had shown her this.
The sky.
And there it is now, he enters the room
It guts like a fish to see how he's grown
Saw me go out onto the town to mess around
Ooh get my groove on, mess around.
Santana had never-ever-been a romantic. She was an independent, strong and beautiful girl. All her life, she'd never really needed anything or anyone. But the words-the only words she heard anymore "I've never slow danced with a girl before. I like it", made her heart melt. It came with the same feeling she got from singing, or the when she was a sophomore at the top of the pyramid; the thin line between falling or staying right where she was.
She'd bought herself a new phone when she arrived in New York. It was a slim iphone, with a cover that depicted a skull, knife and a heart. She'd totally bought it with Rachel's coins that had fallen down the back of the couch (seriously, what did she and Brody do on there?) but its whatever. Quinn had sent Santana her number, as per request and Santana had never called or texted the blonde. But she was sorely tempted now. Santana had had a hell of a lot of sex in her life, but with Quinn it felt…special. Not that she believed any of that rubbish about 'finding the right person'. Brittany had been right, and they'd loved each other. Then she lost her to trouty mouth. The worst part of that had been that she didn't even really care. Brittany would come crying back to her anyway when Sam had swallowed her skull a couple of times.
It was hard to admit that she missed Quinn. That she almost felt as though she needed her. That wasn't her. But seeing Quinn walking into the Chapel and a slow, happy smile brushing her face as she saw Santana, dateless as well and also flawless, Santana almost couldn't take it.
Quinn had grown up. Maybe into someone Santana could…love?
Well you were the one who thought it was funny
That half of the world had never seen money
Shimmy-shuffle 'round, break it all down
It never comes to an end as long as you can help yourself
"Quinn? It's Santana. Call me back. I don't want to, like, mess with you're study periods but I need to talk to you". Quinn, lying on her bed in her dorm, alone, thank goodness, listened to the message for the hundredth time. Santana's Latino voice sounded so sure, sarcastic, of course but sure. David Bowie's 'the next day' played on her Ipod, and Quinn half wished she could reply in song. It was so much easier.
"Quinn?" a red headed girl, Ava or Eva or something poked her head around the door. "You should probably come. Ms Cooper is demanding extra work and we're gonna need you're good looks to calm her down".
Quinn nodded brusquely, to tired to reply. She had no idea what to say to Santana, the girl always with an insult or some sort of hurtful joke. The Yale student thought fondly back to the 'lizard baby'. They were both flawless, yeah, but always and forever HBIC.
There it is now, she enters the room
It guts like a fish to see how she's grown
Saw me go blind, step out of line, you know I can't help myself
When you get your groove on, I go blind.
"For gods sake!" Santana chucked her phone across the room. Quinn wasn't answering, and she was making Santana feel pathetic. Rachel had gone out with Brody to a dance club (since when did Rachel Berry go to dance clubs?) and Kurt was out with the British creep who hung around a bit too much.
Her phone vibrated, startling her. She leapt across the room, forgetting her plans to ignore the phone. The Iphone had minimal damage from being thrown across the room, so Santana answered it.
"Its Quinn", came the hesitant voice from 3 states away.
"Where the fuck were you?!" Santana demanded, kicking a stray pillow out of the way.
"Control the profanities, sweetie", Quinn teased, "I have this thing, it's called a life".
"Very funny. Why are you calling?" Santana reached into the fridge and pulled out some strawberry's-it had been Rachel's turn to shop.
"You called me, Santana. Now say whatever you want to say. Quinny's a busy girl nowadays".
Refusing to let the blonde have the upper hand, Santana shot back "My phone vibrated, therefore you called me".
Quinn sighed audibly. "Fine. I thought we should, you know, catch up. You could come to Yale on the train. We could see the sights, make boys drool..What we do best".
The brunette's hands froze around the plump berry. "I don't do trains. Hire me a private jet and, yeah, I'll come".
"Just as soon as you send me the money, darling".
Santana ground her teeth. "I will consider investing in a snuggie that I can wear on the germ covered train".
"Well, you just let me know".
"I'll call you".
"I'll be waiting".
As she clicked the phone off, she thought how there was something in Quinn's voice that made Santana have no doubt that she meant it.
So, let me go out into the evil world that you know
Where my baby cries, but I cut the ties
Oh, let me go, let me go, let me go out into the sinful world that you know
That you really love
Just let me be easy to love
"Rachel? Get me a towel"
"Santana, I am not at you're beck and call. Just get re-dressed".
Santana rolled her eyes. "Rachel, it is pretty hard to put jeans onto wet skin".
"You should know", called Kurt from the other room. She really needed them all to leave, so she could dwell on last nights phone call. Rachel's slender hand reached into the gap in the door and slid a fluffy pink towel into the bathroom. It was degrading for someone to think that she would actually use that towel.
"I'm leaving for school, San, so behave while I'm out".
"Yeah, yeah", replied the taller girl, wrapping the towel round herself.
The doorbell of the loft rang before Santana had a chance to dress herself.
Grumbling, she pulled the towel tightly around her body, hoping it wasn't some testerone stuffed deliveryman.
Walking faster down the hall, she glanced at her un-brushed hair and un-made up face. But whatever. It wasn't going to be Ryan Gosling.
She leaned forward, opened the door, and went completely white.
When you get your groove on, I go blind
When you get your groove on, I loose my mind
When you get your groove on, the whole world goes blind
So get your groove on girl, we'll go wild.
New York was pretty. There was still a little snow covering the doorstep, but it was freshly fallen snow and had yet to mix with dirt. The buzz of noise, even away from the city was made Quinn feel electric. The plane had arrived 3 hours earlier, but New York was so damm big that it had taken her all that time to find the apartment. It was nice, and bigger than she would have expected. Rachel and Kurt and some guy who looked like he was a model had left in a car, just as Quinn walked up to the front door. She leaned forward, hesitated for a second then knocked.
The loft must have been big, because it took a whole 2 minutes for the door to open. Santana, the girl who took her breath away, stood gaping at her, wrapped in a fluffy pink towel. Quinn could've laughed. But she didn't. She leaned forward and took Santana's head in her right hand, crashing their lips together.
"Hi".
Santana shook her head. "Hi".
"I love you".
"I know".
"And?"
"I love you back".
Quinn smiled and held up her left hand. In it were 2 plane tickets to Paris, France.
Just let me be easy to love.