Yay! New chapter! I stayed up way too late writing this, but I wanted to get it out while I was still in the zone. =J
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Side Note: Holly Holliday!

It'd been three weeks since I started my new job.

I didn't have any hitches at work ever since that one guy kissed me. I learned to take people's free drinks from a safe distance and to not let them get anywhere close enough to grab ahold of me.

Some people still tried to get handsy when I had to lean over to grab some fruit or olives for a particular drink, but I was quick to push them off or give them my signature death glare.

Quinn ended up acing her exams, which I had had no doubts about.

She was so excited when she told me. She called me at five in the morning just to let me know she passed. Of course, it was only a few hours after my shift so I was practically dead to the world. I've never really been a morning person, especially after working a long shift, but who was I to deny myself an opportunity to hear her angelic voice.

"I passed all of my classes!" she squealed into the phone.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't a soft angelic voice, but I still enjoyed hearing it.

I looked out my window to see the sun wasn't even up yet. "Q, it's still dark outside. What time is it? Why are you awake? Why am I awake?" I groaned into the phone, trying to hide my happiness from hearing how excited she was.

"It's a little after five. My grades were just posted, and you were the first person I wanted to tell. This means we're officially roommates," she exclaimed.

She was making it really hard not to smile at five in the morning.

"I'm proud of you, Quinn. You always did have a big head. I guess we all know now that it's to hold that abnormally large brain of yours."

Nothing beat teasing Quinn.

"I'll take that as a compliment, San. Anyways, my flight leaves tonight for Lima. I really don't want to go on the plane, though," she said with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Quinn was going to visit her mom for the remainder of her break until she finally moved here. With me.

Quinn hated planes. She hated them just about as much as I hated boats. I blamed the Titanic. She lamely blamed the movie Snakes on a Plane.

My phobia was backed up by an actual event. Hers, on the other hand, was based on a silly movie that made me throw popcorn at the screen. Granted, it had some good dialogue every now and then, but it wasn't based on actual events. You couldn't convince her of that, though. I had tried.

"Q, there aren't going to be any snakes on your plane. Don't worry."

"You don't know that! They could be hiding in the overhead compartments or in the snack trays or in the bathrooms or, or, or…" she trailed off.

It really was cute how afraid she was. It only made me want to wrap her up in my arms and go back to sleep with her snuggled into me. I would keep her safe.

"Calm down. I'll call the airlines for you and make sure there are no snakes," I yawned into the phone.

"Really? Do you promise?" she asked in her shy voice that gave me goosebumps all over.

"Promise. Now let me go back to sleep. I'll text you later to confirm there won't be any motherfucking snakes on your motherfucking plane."

I really did call her airline that afternoon. I'm sure she thought I was lying when I told her, but it seemed to cheer her up a little bit anyways.

Honestly, who calls an airline to make sure there are no snakes on a plane? I guess I did, but only because I knew it would make Quinn feel better.

She was my friend after all.

Since I couldn't sleep after Quinn had called, I slapped myself fully awake and fixed a bowl of cereal. After I called the airlines, I figured I needed to call Ashley's old professor to sign up for that improv class. However much it cost, I had made enough in tips the past few weeks to cover it, surely. I hoped, at least.

I picked up my phone and tapped in the number scribbled on the napkin Ashley had given me the previous week.

"Hello, this is Holly."

She sounded nice.

"Hate to break it to you, but I'm nowhere near my phone, probably lost it."

Ah, it was her voicemail.

"So, leave me your name and number and Holly will Holla back at ya!"

Well, she certainly seemed funny, in a dorky kind of way. A bit quirky like Ashley had said.

I left a simple message saying who I was and that I worked with Ashley and was wanting to sign up for her improv class. I told her how she could get back in contact with me and that I was looking forward to talking to her.

Hopefully it wouldn't be too long before she called me back. The class would be starting in less than a week, and I'd been too busy with work to call her earlier.

I didn't have to go in to work for a few hours so a bubble bath sounded like an excellent idea.

I wasn't too keen on letting anyone know that I loved to take bubble baths. I tried to fit in as many as possible before Quinn moved in. She would have way too much fun with that information. No doubt she would tell Kurt or Rachel, and then I'd never hear the end of it.

I let the water get really hot before I got in. There's no use in a bubble bath if the water isn't scorching your skin.

I tried really hard to not think about Quinn, but to no avail. She crept into my thoughts like the water into my pores.

I had thought a lot about my feelings for her over the past few weeks. Of course, I loved her. We'd been friends for so long, and she was one of the few people who really knew me. I just didn't know how far that love extended now that I saw her in such a different way or rather finally let myself accept that I had always seen her like that – in a more than friends kind of way.

As hard as I tried not to, images of Quinn in her cute dresses or her tight cheerleading outfit flooded my brain. Yeah, I was definitely and always had been attracted to her.

I really had missed our friendship over the past two years. I'd always been good at pushing my feelings down to the point where I hardly noticed them, but now that I knew Quinn was going to be living right next door to me, I couldn't stop the memories of her from plaguing me.

I didn't mind most of the memories, it's the ones that were absent because we drifted so far apart that bothered me. We had a good time cheering, despite Sue's incessant yelling and berating and our constant need to out compete one another. The nights she would spend the night were always fun because we put our competitive nature to the side and just enjoyed a fun movie with some popcorn and a few beers. Sometimes there was cuddling, but I never really paid too much attention to it. Friends cuddled.

But once the memory of her wrapped around me entered my mind, I couldn't release it. I wanted it again. I wanted to hold her close, even if it was just while watching a funny movie and while she talked about school or anyone she decided to give her love to.

I could accept that she would never have feelings for me. It wouldn't be my first choice, but her happiness was.

I sat up from the tub quickly. Holy hell, I sounded just like Berry. No, I sounded worse than her.

I guess it was one of those things that once you started you couldn't stop.

I started thinking about her, and I couldn't stop. I didn't want to.

Work was pretty slow. Then again, it was a Wednesday night.

"Hola, chica, lemme get a shot of Patron!" a woman yelled at my back as she slammed her hand down on the bar with a chuckle.

I intended on giving her an evil glare for being so rude, but when I turned around to face her she had an amazing smile that spread to her eyes that almost seemed contagious.

She reminded me of Quinn. Her smile made me want to smile. Not to mention she was blonde. What was it with all of the blondes in my life? Was I a magnet for blondes or something?

"Holly! What are you doing here?" Ashley ran over and threw a hug over the bar.

"I got a sweet little voicemail from someone named Santana, who I assume is this lovely lady, and she said she wanted to join my improv class recommended by her fantastic coworker and my favorite former student, Ashley Halson."

So, this was Holly Holliday, the infamous professor Ashley spoke so kindly about.

"Well, Santana is a wonderful actress, and you'll be very lucky to have her in your class. She may not be as cool as me, but she's about as close as you can get," Ashley winked at Holly.

I poured Holly her shot of Patron and handed it to her.

"Mmm, girl, I love my tequila. You're cool, huh? I can roll with that. My class starts on Monday, and we could definitely use some cool in there."

"I'd love to add some fire and ice to your class," I grinned and poured her another shot.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," she nodded at me.

I was hesitant to ask about the price of the class, but I knew I needed to.

"So, um, how much will the class be?"

"For a friend of Ashley's? Hm, let me think. Why don't you tell me why you like to act first?" she asked.

That was an easy question to answer.

"Put simply, I love acting because I love losing myself in something completely different than what I'm used to. It's terrifying to push myself into another world, but it's fascinating. Acting lets me learn more about others, but it also lets me learn more about myself. I have a lot of passion that not many people try and understand, but when I'm on stage acting, I can throw all of my emotions, every single one of them, into the scene and be everything the character needs to be and the audience needs to feel. Acting lets me express anything and everything." I could tell there was a spark in my eyes when I explained myself to her. I couldn't help but get excited when I talked about acting and remembered the feeling of being on stage playing a role.

Normally, I wouldn't want to share so much with a complete stranger, but she had this essence about her that made me feel instantly comfortable.

Holly took a minute to think over what I said and nodded.

"I like that. I like your honesty and your fire. Plus, Ashley said you're cool, and you poured me another shot before I even asked. So, why don't we make a deal. We're going to be putting on a play for all of NYU to watch, if they please, but it's going to take a lot of volunteer work to set everything up. I can promise you there will be some long days and that it'll get frustrating at times trying to piece everything together, but if you're willing to put the effort in, I think we can find a way to cut out your fees for the class."

Wow, that was more than I could have asked for.

"That sounds absolutely fantastic, Ms. Holliday," I gleamed.

"Oh, please, you're pouring me liquor. Call me Holly."

I had a feeling I was going to love learning from this woman.

"Well, Santana it's been nice meeting you, and Ashley, always a pleasure. Don't make yourself so scarce. You know you're welcome in my class anytime. But I'm afraid I need to get home. I've got an early day ahead of me, and it's already two in the morning. I'll catch you ladies on the flip side," she said as she high fived Ashley and waved at me as she turned and left the bar.

She was funny. Yeah, I was definitely going to love taking her class.

"Looks like knowing a badass has its privileges," Ashley said as she nudged into my shoulder.

"It does. All of my friends would have to agree, considering I'm as badass as they come," I laughed and nudged her back.

After meeting Holly and getting excited over my new class, time seemed to fly by. My shift was over before I knew it, and I was on my way home.

I walked up the three flights of stairs and made my way to the familiar crooked B on my door.

As soon as I got to the door I heard a loud grunt and the sound of something breaking.

Oh, fuck. My apartment was getting robbed. I'd only been living in it three weeks, and it was getting robbed. Quinn's stuff was in there, too. She just had to mail all of her stuff from her dorm. That was not an easy feat carrying heavy ass boxes up three flights of stairs on my own. Not that my muscles couldn't handle it.

Quinn was going to kill me.

Shit. What do you do when you're getting robbed? Did I need to call the police? I had a can of pepper spray. I had a glare that could scare almost anyone away. Of course, none of that really competes with a gun or a knife or even a baseball bat.

I decided to grab my phone in case I needed to call 911, and I yelled through the door that the police were on their way to arrest their robbing asses and that they needed to get the fuck out before I went all Lima Heights on them.

Maybe not the smartest decision to threaten someone who was stealing my stuff, but I didn't really have time to think of anything better.

Before I knew it the door opened up and Quinn Fabray was staring at me with a look that said "Really? You're going to beat my ass, bitch?"

Oh, god, she was the hottest robber I had ever seen. She was wearing a long, light green button down with the sleeves rolled up with what I assumed to be no pants on underneath. Her hair was up in a messy pony tail and her face had been washed free of all of her make-up.

If I'd never seen beauty before, I was seeing it for the first time then.

"San, do you really think a burglar in New York even knows what it means for someone to go all Lima Heights on them," she said with quotations around the words. "And do you think they would even care? You're like a five foot five stick."

"Yeah, but I keep razors in my hair," I smirked.

"Ugh, get in here," she smiled and pulled me into a hug.

Any fear I had from our apartment being robbed quickly dissipated with her arms wrapped around me, tugging me out from the hall. God, how was she that warm with such little clothing on?

"Q, what are you even doing here? I thought you weren't supposed to be back until Saturday."

"I decided I'd had enough of Lima, Ohio and my mother, and there was no telling what trouble you were getting into here without my supervision," she chuckled.

We let each other out of the hug and she just smiled at me. How could I not smile back?

"I don't need a babysitter, Quinnie. As you just witnessed, I had it all under control when I thought we were being robbed."

She rolled her eyes at me, but I could tell there was a hint of another smile coming on. "Yes, you certainly had it handled. We should just post a sign on our door that says "Lima Heights Badass Lives Here, Beware, Bitches. That'll keep any potential robbers away."

"Why, Q, I think that's the smartest idea you've had today," I said as I looked at the floor to see where a shattered vase had fallen when her obvious attempts at moving a particularly large sofa all on her own collided with an end table. "Considering you tried to move something that weighs five times as much as you do without my help, and instead just broke your favorite vase."

Why did I even know that was her favorite vase?

She ducked her head and mumbled.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I said I had it but I tripped over my shoe laces," she whispered and ducked her head even more into her shoulder. It was possibly one of the cutest things I'd ever seen. "I didn't even get to put your tulips in them before I broke it."

I looked over to the kitchen to see a bouquet of purple tulips lying on the counter.

"My tulips," I inquired.

"Yeah, to thank you for making sure there weren't any snakes on the plane," she whispered again in that ridiculously cute tone of hers. "Also, tulips are my favorite. I know how you kill flowers. At least since these are my favorites, I'll keep them alive," she said with a light laugh.

Even with an insult, she still managed to make me forget to breathe.

"Thank you for the flowers, but there wouldn't have been any snakes on the plane whether I had called or not, as you know since I didn't get a chance to call them for your flight back here."

"You don't know that! Snakes are really sneaky, and you know I hate them. They got on that one plane and killed a ton of people, but either way, it was thoughtful of you. Who would have guessed you could be thoughtful?"

"Ugh, anything for you, QB, even if you're going to insult me while thanking me. And that was just a movie; it didn't really happen," I sighed as I walked over towards the tulips.

I picked the flowers up and held them in my hand. The stems were smooth. Not like roses with all of those thorns. The petals were soft and delicate, and the purple in them got lighter at the tips. They were really pretty. With lack of thought, I brought them up to my nose and took in their scent. It hit me.

Quinn.

They smelled like Quinn.

I instantly loved them.

I looked over to see her with a dopey grin on her face.

"You look cute when you look like you've figured something out. Though, I don't know what you could've figured out from smelling flowers. Cute, nonetheless," she smirked even more before turning back to the sofa with a dejected look on her face.

Quinn said I was cute. If she could only see herself right now.

"Here, let me help you with the sofa before you break something else. Then you need to get to bed. When did your flight get in anyways? If you had told me I would have picked you up or at least reminded the airlines to check for deadly snakes," I joked.

I walked over towards the sofa, and we slowly lifted it over towards the far wall so that it was across from the entertainment center I had set up last week.

"I got in around six. Kurt and Rachel picked me up. Well, they got a taxi with me, and we went out to dinner. I knew you had work so I didn't want to bother you."

"Well, you guys should have come down to the bar. That professor I was telling you about, the one that helps teach that improv class, dropped by. She was really interesting. She told me I could take the class for free as long as I really helped out with the play that we'll be doing towards the end of the semester. I bet you would have liked her. Her smile made me think of you."

That was probably overshare on the last part, but I couldn't really get myself to care. It was the truth, after all.

I plopped down on the sofa and stretched my legs out. A yawn escaped my lips before I could stop it.

"Tired? Maybe you should be the one getting to bed."

"Me? Tired? Never. Unless it's five in the morning and you're calling to wake my ass up. Then I'm tired," I snorted.

"Fine, we'll both go to sleep, but I kind of might have spilled a little bit of some orange Fanta on my sheets when I came in earlier," she paused. "So, I guess you're going to have to deal with me in your bed until I can wash them tomorrow."

Quinn in my bed. Definitely something I could handle. Definitely, maybe something I could handle. Something I would have to be able to handle. Was she going to at least put some pants on, though?

"Uh, yeah, sure, that's fine," I coughed. "I've got some sleep pants you can wear if you don't have any," I muttered.

For a split second I thought I saw something in her eyes. I don't know what it was, but it almost seemed like sadness, but why would she be sad about wearing pants?

Okay, I get sad when I have to wear pants. Pants can be completely unnecessary, but I needed her to wear pants because sometimes my hands have a mind of their own and they tend to wander, especially when there are a lack of pants on a beautiful woman lying next to me in my bed, under my sheets.

Once you think of someone in a sexual way, you can't take it back, and you can't stop yourself from looking at them that way again every time after. I knew this lesson, but nothing could stop me from seeing Quinn the way she really was: beautiful, attractive, smart, sarcastically funny, and ridiculously adorable. I opened a door I didn't know how to shut, but I didn't really want to shut it.

It was okay to love someone from afar or from the other side of a bed, wasn't it? As long as the other person didn't find out?