Thank you for reading this story! As some of you mentioned, I needed to make my chapters longer. So, here is a longer chapter. I hope you enjoy!
I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
La la la la
La la-
Quinn woke to a familiar ringtone. "Hello…?" She rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock. 12:12 it said. She grabbed her phone next to the clock and opened her phone to answer. She felt around her and there is no Santana. "Santana?"
"No, it's Brittany…" The blonde can be heard crying on the other end of the line.
Quinn woke from her sleep at what she said and turned on the bedside lamp, "Oh! Hi, Brittany!" She sounds nervous. "Are you crying?"
"Quinn," Brittany tried stopping her tears. "I just saw Santana…" She cried again and she had to take deep breathes with each wail.
"WHAT?" Quinn's heart fell out of her ass. This is what she wanted but she didn't want her blonde friend to cry. "How did you see her..?" She asked carefully.
She blew on a tissue and laughed. "I almost ran her over." She giggles at first at the encounter but then she weeps at the image of the sorry Latina.
Quinn recoils at the statement. "You almost ran her over? Hmmm…" No wonder she isn't asleep next to her. Quinn sighed heavily.
"I'm sorry for calling so late… You never called me…" She hinted a bit of sadness towards her friend.
"I'm really sorry, Bee… Things have been crazy yesterday…" She bit her bottom lip remembering the close encounter just hours ago.
"I just needed a comforting voice…" She lied. She wants to hear Santana's but Quinn has been the friend she always needs.
Quinn heard a stir in the living room. The bedroom door opens and comes in drenched and red eyed Santana.
"Quinn." Santana held her voice firm, making it seem as if she never even cried.
Quinn put her hand over the voice receiver on the phone abruptly and starts scratching the phone. "Brit... Can't… You… Tomorrow… Ckkkkkkkkkk- " Quinn hung up.
Santana furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What the hell was that about?" She sounded mad. The blonde should know it's okay to talk in her presence, she won't be mad.
"San that was Brittany on the phone crying her poor soul out!" The blonde bitched back. "What did you do? Jump in front of traffic just to get her attention?"
"Why are you attacking me? She's the one who almost ran me over with her fucking Pikachu colored car!" Santana can feel tears going down her cheeks. "Why are you such a bitch right now?" She slammed the door and went to the balcony. She doesn't care if it's raining still; she's already wet to begin with.
Quinn felt guilty. She knows Santana has been trying to reach out to Brittany but she also knows how much Brittany had died without her. She stood up from the bed and took an umbrella out. She walked quietly to the balcony where Santana cried harder than the rain.
The rain stopped pouring over Santana but the rain hasn't stopped. Quinn put an orange umbrella over both of them.
"I'm sorry, Santana." Quinn sighed. "I just never liked Brittany hurting, and now it's happening again." She looks at Santana who kept her head down. "But I am sorry because I forgot you are hurting too…"
Santana talks aloud as she cries. "No, I deserve all of this! I hurt her, Q! I broke her heart! I broke the Unholy Trinity apart too! I am such a fucked up bitch..." Santana slumps to the ground and cries even louder. "I am such a bitch…"
Quinn squats down and grabs Santana's arms, dragging her up with all her force.
Santana makes her body heavier and doesn't even try to get up.
"Santana, get up, please." She isn't asking, she's telling her friend. "Come on, you and I have work tomorrow. I don't want you getting pneumonia."
Santana abided her request and stood up.
Quinn dragged her inside and starts taking off Santana's wet clothes. "You need to be strong from now on, okay? No one said it's going to be easy." She took the wet clothes and put them on the sink, leaving Santana shaking in her black underwear and bra.
Santana is cold, wet, hurt and depressed but she knows Quinn is right. No one got anywhere by never trying and struggling.
"Let's give you a nice hot bath, okay?" The blonde smiled and held Santana's hand, walking herself and Santana to the bathroom slowly.
Quinn started the water and helps Santana walk over to the bath tub. "Sit down and just relax." Quinn and Santana always had the hate/love/hate relationship, but she knows her Latina friend needs her now more than ever.
Santana slips off her undergarments and hugs her knees tightly. "Quinn?" Santana said but didn't look at the blonde.
"Mhm?" Quinn looks at Santana who held her knees close to her chest.
"Thank you."
Quinn smiles and walks towards the door. "I'm going to make hot chocolate. Want marshmallows in yours, like when we were young?"
Santana's heart calms down a bit and she smiles her tears away. "That actually sounds good." She splashes warm water at the blonde.
"Hey! For that, you only get four mini marshmallows!" The blonde threatens her best friend. She opens the door and beckons at the Latina, "Oh and if you try to drown yourself and commit suicide, I'd bring you back to life so I can kill you myself." She smirks and disappears behind the door.
Santana feels better. Quinn isn't the Queen Bitch like before, she is actually who she needs in her life. Santana turns the water off, stretches her body out and lies down with her head rested against the bath tub. "I'm really sorry Brittany." She sighes. "I'm not giving up. I'm going to fight for you." She smiles to herself as a tear falls down on the water.
Quinn takes out her phone and calls Brittany back. "Please answer…"
"Q?" The blonde is still crying.
"Hey, sorry. Really bad reception here." She lies.
"It's okay. What should I do?" The blonde can be heard sighing on the phone.
"Do you still love her?" Quinn asks bluntly. She takes two cups from the cupboard.
No answer from Brittany, just deep breathes.
"Take your time." Quinn then fills a pot halfway with water and put on top of the stove, heating it for the hot chocolate.
Brittany sighs out as she answers "Honestly Quinn, I still think I do."
"See, maybe-"
"But that doesn't mean I want her back."
Quinn bit her lip at the blunt statement.
"She hurt me real bad, Q. I have gone through hell and back with what she did to me. Fuck, she's still hurting me. I saw her and my heart never felt so happy but the pain only got worse."
"Since she's in L.A. what are you going to do..?"
"Ignore her, runaway from her, do anything to be away from her." This is hard for Brittany. All she ever wants is to taste and feel Santana's lips, feel and melt in her arms, and just love her again. But no, it's not that easy. She can't always forgive and forget. Brittany is done being the nice one.
"Why do you think Santana is there..?" Quinn continued. The pot started screeching from the boiling water. Quinn put the chocolate powder in the cups and poured hot water in the cups.
"I'm not stupid, she didn't coincidentally come here." Brittany can't hold in her smile, it broke onto her face. "Obviously, she wants me back." Her heart thumped.
Quinn smiles as she stirs the contents of powder and hot water together. She then put a handful of mini marshmallows on each cup creating a white, lumpy foam.
"I love you and I am going to sleep. I still have to help choreograph Robin's dance for the PCD in the Viper Lounge. They're coming later today." Brittany yawns and rubs her eyes.
"Congrats and goodnight, Brittany. I am so proud of you for being strong. I love you." Quinn smiles.
"Call me tomorrow or I'll cry. Bye!" The blonde hung up.
Quinn stuffs her phone in her pocket and carries the two cups filled with hot chocolate to the bathroom. She didn't need to knock since she's seen everyone in her Cheerios naked, they did have showers together but with two piping hot cups in her hands, she called for Santana instead. "San, open up!"
Santana doesn't even bother to put on a towel, she just gets up and opens the door for the blonde.
"Now, I really feel like I'm in a relationship with you." She chuckles as she walks in. "We live in an apartment. We sleep in the same bed. I kissed you earlier. Now, I just saw you naked." Quinn hands the cup to Santana as she goes back in the bath tub.
"Oh please! You love me!" Santana winks at the blonde and sips the cup carefully, savoring the warm, sweet flavor in her mouth. "Tastes like home." She purrs from the warm satisfaction.
"I want to go home. But poor baby needs me." She shrugs and sips the warm liquid.
Santana frowns sadly, "Q, I-"
"Santana, shut it!" Quinn snapped. "I am only joshing you." She sips another. "Besides, I have to take care of you and Britt." She smiles warmly.
"You are the best, Q." Santana gets up and gives her cup to Quinn. She wraps herself in a towel. "Shall we take this in the bedroom?" She says flirtatiously.
The blonde winks and reaches her elbow out, gesturing for the Latina take her arm. "I hope you get your pajamas on and we drink our hot chocolate until we fall asleep in bed. That'll be so sexy!" The blonde giggles at her pointless flirtation.
Santana links arms with the blonde and says, "Hell yeah. Let's get to bed."
"That'll be $4.69, ma'am." Quinn yawns like a lion and starts working the coffee machine.
"I'll actually make those two coffees and two blueberry muffins to go, please."
"Coming right up!" Quinn said so sarcastically. She hates opening up. She has to get up at seven and has to leave her apartment at 7:45 or she would not catch the right buses to get to her work. Plus, she won't make it in time. "Here are your coffees and" she put two "fresh" blueberry muffins in a brown paper bag. "Here you go!" She hands the grandma her bag of muffins. "That'll be $10 even."
The lady hands her a ten and says "You're having breakfast with me, come along." She walks outside to the table situated right in front of the store with two chairs.
At first, Quinn hesitates, but she gives in. It's only 9:45. The customers and her boss don't get there till around 11:00 ish. Quinn went around the counter and sat herself across the generous grandma. "Thank you. You have no idea how much I needed the coffee." She put the cup to her lips and gulped scalding dark liquid that woke her up.
"I can tell, deary. Your eye bags are darker than my grey hair and you yawn like a bear. To be honest, you look like hell." The old lady smiles and sips her coffee. "But you sure do make good coffee."
Quinn takes a bite out of the muffin and sips more coffee. She smiles to the grandma. Her coffees are legend and to die for.
"Let me guess, love trouble."
She can't help but laugh. "I guess you can say that."
"Who's the prick that broke your heart?"
Quinn chokes on her coffee and muffin combo. She never would have thought that this sweet, old, generous grandma would say that.
"Calm down, I grew up in the streets of L.A."
"Well, it's not my love life per say. And the prick you speak of would be my best friend." Quinn shrugs her shoulders.
The gangster grandma glares eyes her questioningly.
"My best friend is trying to get her girl back after four years of her walking from her life."
The grandma looks disgusted at what she said.
"My best friends' a lesbian." Quinn gets it. Not everyone believes in love. Homophobes don't believe in love.
"I can tell, but what a douche. She can't just do that." The grandma snapped. "I believe that everyone deserves to love whoever they want. I am in no position to judge." She gave a smile.
"Oh but she is doing THAT!" The blonde interjected immediately. "Her family is religious and homophobic. I'd be too scared to say anything to them."
"Have you ever watched or read Harry Potter? Hermione Granger once said, 'A fear of a name only creates fear of itself.' You shouldn't let that fear stop you."
Quinn smiles even brighter. "You are becoming one of my favorite customers."
"Tell your friend that she's gonna have to work her ass off and get her shit together if she wants a second chance with her ex again. If she truly loves her, she would never give up." The grandma stood up, threw the ¾ eaten muffin and her Styrofoam cup in the trash. "Have a great day, deary." Then she walks away rounding the corner.
"Santana! Jerry's calling you in his office, now."
Santana rolls her eyes and walks to the office. She doesn't even bother to knock, she just walks in. "You wanted me?"
"Ah yes! I need you to stay till closing time!" The fat man said happily.
"Ummm, I've been here since 10 o'clock. You're going to make me work till 12:00?" Santana has her "what the fuck" face on.
"Santana, we have celebrities coming in at nine tonight!" The man seems to be elated. "My friend just called me saying they are dining here tonight with her Pussycat Doll dancers!"
"Okay, first of all I am NOT a stripper! Second of all, I am not going to go on for minimum wage." Santana starts listing her reasons to not do this. She honestly does not give a shit about Pussy Dolls or whatever. They're female dancers, she will only be thinking about Brittany. "Third of all I-"
"I'm giving you $20 for your overtime till they leave." The fat man sighs out. "Robin wants the best girls to serve them and I could only think of you, but I'm making Cassidy and Jen do this for minimum wage too since there's going to be a lot of them." He looks at Santana curiously. "I know you, Santana. You drive a hard bargain, but I need you!"
"Fine, whatever. I need money anyways." She said out loud.
"Thank you!" The man let out the breathe he held.
"Taking an hour break with pay!" Santana left hurriedly before the man could stop her. She went into the kitchen. "Kev, can you make me a pulled pork sandwich with lots of curly fries, please?"
"Sure thing, sweet cheeks." The greased man called behind him and started making Santana's food.
The Latina went out the back and received cat calls from men walking by. She rolls her eyes and sticks out her middle finger. She did look hot though. The orange short shorts revealed her tan legs and the white tight tank top clung onto her body perfectly well, shaping her petite hour glass figure and defined her breasts and her face is always just to die for. She admits it, she's fucking hot.
Santana takes out her phone and calls Quinn.
"Hey Santana."
"Hey Quinn, you sound tired?" She sounds like it.
"No shit! I wonder why?"
Santana smiles because of the obvious answer. She made Quinn sleep on the edge last night and made her suffer. "Hey, that's what you do to me every night!"
"Whatever, what's up with work?" Quinn is clearly yawning.
"Well, I'm staying till twelve tonight." She huffs out a sigh and slumps against the back door.
"That's really long!" Quinn kind of yelled out.
"I know, but I get $20 extra added for each hour of overtime!"
"Oh shit. Making dough and bringing home the bacon." Quinn laughs.
"Something like that. We can finally afford another bed! FUCK YEAH!" Santana fist pumps the air with her right hand.
"Yes! Please! I can't sleep like that again!" The blonde frowns. "I gotta go, ok? I only have an hour left of work so I'll see you tomorrow. I might just sleep."
"Okay then. Oh, let's not go to the dance studio tomorrow." She needs to thank Quinn by taking her out to a sushi restaurant. She needs to give thanks to her best friend for sticking with her AND Brittany. "We're getting a mattress for me and I'm taking you out to lunch and dinner."
"You sure about that?" Quinn's eyebrows scrunched up automatically. "I'm not cheap either."
"Totally, we need a break from our 007 days." Santana joshed.
"That actually sounds perfect, San. Oh! Gotta go, bye!" Quinn hangs up.
"Santana, your food is ready!" She hears Kevin scream out to her and she goes back and eats her food.
"5, 6, 7, 8! Hip here, hip here, hip here, hip there! There you go! You guys got it!" Brittany smiles proudly and claps her hands.
Everyone soon joins and thanks her for teaching them the new choreography.
"Dolls and Blue Eyes, gather around, please!" Robin called out.
Brittany walks over to the older woman who refers to her as Blue Eyes.
"We're eating and drinking at Hooters! My treat and the only time you girls will eat actual food!" She jokes and the girls laugh.
"I'm actually just going home, Rob. I would like it if-"
"Shut the fuck up, you are going. Just follow my car and we are going, now!"
The Pussycat Dolls all cheered and followed Robin outside to her big SUV.
Brittany needs this. She just needs to hang out and loosen up.
"Wait up! I'm coming!" The blonde calls out as she runs to her car.
What can possibly go wrong now?
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