Thanks for reading and reviewing again! I promise this chapter starts going somewhere between Quinn and Santana, I don't wanna drag it out too much :P As always your thoughts would be appreciated :)
Rachel had their whole day planned out. They had taken a cab to Central Park, their "starting point". On the way there Rachel sat in the middle with Quinn and Santana on either side so they could look out the windows at all the buildings and landmarks along the way. Quinn's favorite was the Rockefeller Center. She had always wanted to go there ever since she was a little girl and watched the Christmas tree lighting each year with her family. She didn't get to go this past year but she was hoping maybe she'd be able to convince someone to go with her this year.
After they got there they had walked around the park for a good hour before Rachel decided they should move on to the next destination: The Theatre District. Quinn had a funny feeling that was more for herself than for Quinn or Santana. She was clearly most excited about that being she had been talking about Broadway and theatre before they even left the apartment. Still, Rachel was adamant that this was for them and so they could all have a good time together since they rarely see Quinn these days.
Their last destination was specifically chosen for Quinn by Rachel, much to Santana's dismay: The New York Public Library. Quinn's inner bookworm had made its way out and she was thrilled. She was in awe of how beautiful it was on top of all of the books and resources throughout the place. Rachel showed her around a bit as Santana found a table to sit at, clearly not as appreciative of the place as she was. Quinn made a mental note to come back when she had a chance to alone so she could spend as much time as she wanted.
"I am never doing this with you ever again, Berry."Santana practically wailed lagging behind a bit and snapped Quinn out of her thoughts about their day, "I know you're all about culture and have some weird obsession with this place but can't we appreciate it by like, not walking? I thought that's what the internet was for."
"Oh, quit being a baby, you know you're having fun!" Rachel bounced on her feet ever so slightly with each step she took just like it was the first time she had visited New York again. Quinn had to admit she wasn't too excited to spend the day walking around with a seemingly grumpy Santana and an overly excited Rachel either but she was actually having a good time.
"I would be if I didn't have to walk everywhere with a Broadway junkie who won't shut up and a huge nerd that's had some weird lady boner ever since we left the stupid library. I have life and said life consists of me relaxing before I have to go to work, unlike you two losers who have nothing better to do than waste time in school and gawk at buildings."
Quinn rolled her eyes fell back behind Rachel to walk along side Santana, "You know, all of this would be way more convincing if you hadn't participated in Coach Sylvester's cheer practices almost every day throughout high school, therefore you're in excellent shape so yeah, you are being a baby. And if you didn't do exceptionally well in school, proving that you actually do care about what you sat through," Santana eyed Quinn as she continued, "Plus I highly doubt being a Coyote Ugly girl requires you needing to rest beforehand." Quinn said with a grin and tried to hook her arm in Santana's.
Santana lightly pushed her away, "Oh please, Fabray, not all of us were willing to spread their legs just to get a passing grade to make mommy and daddy happy. Speaking of which, how are you and Professor Patches doing?" Santana smirked at Quinn who was shooting Santana a glare that would surely have her sprawled across the sidewalk if looks could kill.
This seemed to have caught Rachel's attention and she looked over her shoulder at Quinn as she slowed down to fall in stride on the other side of Santana.
"Wait, what is she talking about, Quinn?" Rachel asked, confused.
"Nothing, it's nothing." Quinn snapped then dropped her voice, "I'm not talking about this, Santana."
"Oh why, you're not gonna pretend you're ashamed of it now are you? I mean during Thanksgiving you were more than happy to rub it in my face that you had some "distinguished" older man t-"
"That's enough, Santana. It's over and that's all I'm going to say about it."
"Aw, did he get tired of you already?" Santana smirked.
"I broke it off before I came here with you the first time okay? I didn't want to say anything for this exact reason." Quinn sighed and started to walk faster to walk in front of her and Rachel again. Santana shrugged and decided she should probably leave it at that. Rachel just continued walking alongside Santana with a confused look still on her face as she watched Quinn in front of them.
They walked for a little bit more before Rachel broke the silence by clearing her throat, "Alright, I'm ready to go home. You two ready?"
Quinn nodded silently as Santana let out an exasperated sigh, "Yes, for the love of God."
When they got back to the apartment Rachel immediately went to shower and get ready for her date with Brody while Quinn sat on the couch checking her phone. Santana all but flopped across the couch with her head resting by Quinn's leg and her own legs propped up by the arm of the couch.
Quinn pretended to still be checking her phone while Santana lay there silently, eyes closed. She took that moment to get a good look at Santana. She started to believe that coming here was a wasted effort. Santana's bitchiness was breaking the scale today and it was irritating her more than she led on, even though she barely said two words since their conversation about "Professor Patches". She knew Santana was trying to get under her skin, and was succeeding, she just didn't know why.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Quinn finally asked.
"Excuse you?" Santana's eyes snapped open with a scowl.
"You've been a bitch to me ever since I got here. We haven't spoken since the wedding, I guess I thought you'd be a little more...tolerable." Quinn sighed and laid her head back on the couch.
Santana quietly laughed and laid her head back down, "Why would you think that? I'm always a bitch, you shouldn't be surprised."
"Not always." Quinn mumbled.
"Hmm?" Santana asked with her eyes now shut again.
Quinn took a deep breath not knowing where this might end up, "You heard me talking crap about men at the wedding all night, since you actually listened for once, and was actually civil with me, you should've known not to bring him up today or any other time. It's like you just try to piss me off when you do stuff like that." Quinn lifted her head back up and started absently playing with her phone's case.
Santana was silent for a moment before she sat up next to Quinn to look at her better, "You did take a shot at men every chance you had, shoulda known I guess," Santana chuckled, "Guess I was too upset about Brittany and Sam to actually put two and two together."
Quinn's stomach dropped at the mention of Brittany. Santana bringing her up to justify her actions or behavior that night was exactly the opposite of what Quinn wanted to hear.
"Did he hurt you, is that why you're so upset about it?" Santana asked. Quinn still wouldn't look up from messing with her phone case so Santana couldn't read her expression.
Quinn furrowed her brow still and shook her head, "I...no," She sighed trying to find what she wanted to say, "It just wasn't what I thought it would be with him. Happier, better, whatever... And he just acts like a jerk now, he's no better than any other guy I've dealt with. It was stupid of me to think he'd be any better." She finally turned away from her phone to see Santana watching her with an unreadable expression.
"You're not stupid, he's stupid. Clearly. Maybe I should go show him some good ole Lima Heights hospitality." Santana grinned and playfully shook her fist.
"That's not necessary," Quinn chuckled as she turned her body to face Santana more.
They looked at each other for a moment before Santana said, "You know you can always talk to me, Q, if I give you attitude just tell me to shut up and listen, 'kay?"
Quinn grinned and nodded before she looked down, still mulling over what Santana had said about Brittany. She wondered if Brittany really had anything to do with what she and Santana did that night. Santana ducked her head to find Quinn's eyes, "Like right now I can tell you wanna say something."
"What? No, I was just thinking that this is nice, you should always be like this, it suits you better." Quinn grinned.
Santana scoffed, "Please, if I always acted like this then people would start to think I actually care about them."
Quinn made an indecipherable noise, "Can't have that, can we?"
"Nope." Santana smirked.
Quinn playfully rolled her eyes and rested her head in her hand propped up by the back of the couch, "Yet you let me see this side of you and still insist on being bitchy even though I know better?"
"Well, if you know better then why'd you get so upset?" Santana challenged.
Quinn was caught off guard by the question, not expecting that to be Santana's response. Quinn raised an eyebrow and said, "I wasn't upset per se, Santana…it...just gets annoying sometimes."
Santana studied Quinn for a moment and shrugged, "Coulda fooled me."
They looked at each other for another moment but before either of them could continue Rachel came out of the bathroom in a rush.
"Are you sure you'll be okay here, Quinn? Kurt said he won't be back until tomorrow and Santana has to work. You're our guest, I'd hate to leave you alone." Rachel was looking at Quinn with a frown.
Quinn smiled at Rachel's concern, "I'll be fine, don't worry. I think I could use some time alone."
Rachel frowned as she made her way towards the door. She looked back at Quinn, "Just call me if you need anything okay? And Santana, leave her alone you've clearly irritated her enough for one day." Rachel said with a scowl before walking out the door.
Santana rolled her eyes and looked at the clock before she patted Quinn's leg and stood up, "You can go lay in my room if you wanna, Q. I'm gonna shower before work 'kay?"
Quinn nodded as Santana made her way to the bathroom. She sat there for a minute thinking about their conversation. She noticed how Santana kind of insinuated that she only acts nice to people she cares about and if she knows Santana as well as she thinks she does, she knows that's number is very low. The only person she's ever seen Santana be caring towards is…Brittany. No, she can't think about this right now she doesn't want to think about this right now. She gets up and goes to Santana's room and literally sprawls across Santana's bed. It doesn't take her long to start drifting off to sleep. She vaguely remembers hearing Santana shuffle through her room and feeling a blanket being placed over her but by the time Santana was out the door, Quinn was fast asleep.