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"What should I name him?" Santana asked as they settled into their booth across from each other at Starbucks.

Quinn looked down at the bear Santana had "dancing" across the table, "His name is already Dexter." Quinn stated simply.

"Really?" Santana scowled and looked at the tag hanging from it's ear, "Ew." She said after she saw Quinn was telling the truth.

"Why ew? It's a cute name, it's like a nerdy name and in case you didn't take a good look around you there are plenty of them here. Makes sense." Quinn shrugged, looking back up to Santana.

Santana snorted, "All I noticed were the snobby bitches walking around like they own the place." She pulled her eyes away from Dexter, "You're like a rare breed here, you're neither."

Quinn let out a quick laugh before she got a drink of her coffee, "I'm surprised you think that." She said after she swallowed her drink.

Santana tilted her head curiously, "Why?"

"You always said I was a dork and called me a bitch on several occasions." Quinn said, narrowing her eyes at Santana slightly.

"I never meant it…I mean not really…I don't know." Santana said and Quinn gave her a questioning look, "Okay, you are a dork but you're like…I don't know you don't show your dorkiness off all the time and plus you're like hot and not greasy and weird. And you can be a bitch, don't even try to argue that."

"So I'm not a rare breed, I'm more of a mixed breed." Quinn stated with a small grin playing on her lips.

Santana looked at her for a moment and snorted, "Yeah, that makes more sense."

Quinn smiled and shook her head, "Whatever."

Santana scoffed quietly, "You said it, I just agreed." She said turning her attention back to Dexter. She held him by the arms and bounced him up and down and back and forth slightly. Quinn watched her with an amused look on her face.

"If anyone really knew you they'd see you're not as much of a badass as you think you are." She said with a chuckle.

Santana looked back to her with a scowl, "I'm still a badass, just because I'm entertaining myself with a stuffed bear doesn't change that. Maybe you should be more entertaining."

Quinn scoffed, "Excuse me for continuing my routine just because you showed up completely unannounced, no warnings whatsoever." She said returning Santana's scowl.

Santana let out a breathy laugh, "Well then, I'm so sorry your life here is so incredibly uneventful. No wonder you had to find some way to occupy your time aka Patches."

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Stop bringing him up, do you want me to slap you again?"

Santana held back a grin, "You ask me that a lot, I'm starting to think you like that sort of thing."

Quinn let out a sharp breath through her nose and looked away, "Keep it up and you won't be finding out." She mumbled.

She heard Santana chuckle and she turned back around to look at her as she spoke, "I don't know if you remember or not but I'm doing whatever this is more for you than I am for me, so…You'll be the one missing out." She said quietly with a wink as she leaned back in her seat putting the bear down and crossing her arms over her chest.

Quinn narrowed her eyes, "Okay, you keep telling yourself that."

Santana shrugged, "'Kay."

Quinn watched her through still narrowed eyes for a moment, "Why won't you just admit you actually like me and move along, clearly if you didn't care about this, none of this would be happening and you certainly probably wouldn't be sitting across from me right now."

Santana scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Of course I like you, of course I care about you of course of course of course, I just find it easier not telling you this shit all the time so you don't get smug looks like the one on your face right now that gives me the uncontrollable urge to slap you…Which I should probably find another solution to wipe said look off your face considering I'm pretty sure you just admitted you're into shit like that." Santana narrowed her eyes in thought.

Quinn pursed her lips and ignored that, "Why are you even here and putting an effort into this if you're not even going to take anything about this seriously?"

"At what point did I say I'm not taking this seriously? You asked me to give it a chance and this is me giving it a chance without getting even more emotionally invested than I already am. If you expected more from this I'm sorry but this is all you're getting right now." Santana said, regaining her seriousness.

Quinn bit the inside of her cheek as she mulled over what Santana had said, "I'm just saying you're not acting like you care what happens after this. It sounds like you're just doing this "talking" thing with me for a little bit so I'll shut up and then you'll just drop it and say it wasn't working for you and then go about your merry way."

Santana rolled her eyes, "Wow, everyone really does think I'm an evil heartless bitch don't they?"

Quinn shrugged, "Do you ever say or do anything to disprove or deny that?"

Santana thought for a moment, "That's beside the point. Look, Q. I told you before I care about you so I have no interest in toying with your feelings to get you to shut up and make me feel better about the whole thing, okay? I thought really hard about what you said before you left and I think you're right. It's gonna take some time for me to be comfortable with everything but I promised you I'd think about it and I did."

Quinn looked at her for a moment as she thought. She knows by now not to be pushy with Santana, doing that ends up being like literally taking one step forward and two steps back, "Okay, yeah, sorry."

"Don't apologize, I don't even know why you're still trying with me, I guess I should expect you to think stuff like that, especially from some of the things I've said."

Quinn shrugged and took a small sip again and Santana changed the subject by asking, "So…has Puck bothered you anymore?"

Quinn grinned, "No, why?"

Santana shrugged this time, "Just checking, what's his deal with you?"

Quinn shook her head, "I don't know, he always claimed I was the only girl he ever really loved and I guess the fact that he was my first and fathered my child is supposed to be significant to me…yet it's not. I guess that doesn't sit right with him. He's Puck and every girl is supposed to want to be with him. Especially me, I guess."

Santana scowled, "Seriously? He's gonna pull the, "we had a baby" card with you? If you kept her that'd actually be a valid argument, meanwhile he's most of the reason you didn't so I mean, okay, whatever he wants to think."

Quinn chuckled, "Why does it matter so much? That night on Facebook I could've sworn if you two were in the same room you would've torn him a new one."

Santana laughed humorlessly as she leaned forward and rested her arms on the table, "I probably would have, I've never liked the way he treated you before during and after your pregnancy. Forgetting the fact I was dating him when you two fucked, the whole thing was pretty messed up."

Quinn smirked with a small nod, "One thing, if you're going to use that language you should probably keep your voice down, not raise it with every word that comes out of your mouth."

Santana rolled her eyes, "Whatever, princess." She said quieter and leaned back in her seat again.

"Are you going to be in a bad mood now?" Quinn asked with a sigh.

Santana looked at her for a moment and took in a quick breath, "No," She released the air quickly, "I'd just rather not speak about him anymore…or anyone."

Quinn thought about teasing her about being jealous but decided against it, "Better not be." She muttered taking another big drink, hurrying to finish so they could leave without her having to carry it around.

Santana suddenly sat up and looked around briefly before regarding Quinn again, "I'm gonna head to the bathroom before we leave." She said as she stood up and walked away.

Quinn watched her as she walked away and sighed when Santana walked through the door. She sat back and started picking at the sleeve on her coffee cup, wondering what Santana was up to. Sure she didn't have to be up to something, but it's Santana, who really knows with her. She rolled her eyes slightly to herself when someone sat in the seat across from her previously occupied by Santana. She looked up, not changing her position to see who it was and immediately rolled her eyes again as she sat up a little bit.

"Can I help you?" She asked, annoyed.

"May I ask why you're gallivanting around campus with some girl rather than attending my class?" He asked with an equally irritated tone.

Quinn looked at him for a moment with a scowl on her face, wondering what she ever saw in him. Patches was dressed in a simple white button up shirt which was presumably paired with black slacks and shoes, like always. His hair light brown hair slicked back and that smug look on his face. Now that she thought about it he kind of looks like what she would assume Finn and Mr. Schue's love child would look like in the future. She grimaced inwardly.

"Because I can, does it matter?" She asked quickly.

"Considering you emailed me claiming you're sick again, yes, it matters." He said with the same tone and using air quotes around sick.

She rolled her eyes again, "I'm sure I'm not the only one who lies to get out of class."

"This won't be the first time you want to avoid someone or some place because you couldn't keep your legs closed, it's probably about high-time you grew up and got used to it." He said with a smug look on his face.

"Excuse you?" Quinn responded quickly as she sat up a little farther, getting angry.

"You heard me, I know girls like you, lying on their backs every time they think something might get too difficult for them to get through without some extra work. So grow up and stop ditching my class." He stated quietly, acting like he knew what he was talking about.

Quinn laughed, "If you really think that's how I am then why the hell do you care so much about me dumping your ass?"

He mocked her laugh, "If you real-"

He was interrupted as Santana walked up to the table giving Quinn a questioning look before she sat down beside her, rather than where she was before, "Who's this?" She asked quickly.

Quinn took a calming breath and relaxed into her seat slightly before she put on a fake smile, "Santana, this is my Psych professor, Doctor Adams."

Santana shot her a look that almost turned into a scowl before she subtly scooted closer to Quinn, pulling her right leg under her left to turn slightly next to her, "Oh, is she in trouble or something?" Santana asked with an uncharacteristically sweet voice as she threw her right arm across the booth behind Quinn.

Quinn turned her head giving Santana a questioning a look and Santana turned her attention from Patches to her with a something between a smirk and a grin on her lips.

Patches looked at Santana for a moment before answering slowly, "Um, no. Not exactly. She didn't come to class today…Again. I was just checking to make sure she got my email with the assignment and notes I gave today."

Quinn sat back against the booth with a slight huff, putting her hands in her lap giving him an incredulous look. Santana cocked her head briefly before turning to face Quinn and putting her left hand on Quinn's arm, "Sweetie, I know you're really smart but I don't think that's a reason to skip class, especially more than once?" She said quietly with a questioning tone turning to Patches who nodded slowly as he watched the two girls as Santana began wandering her fingers up and down Quinn's forearm aimlessly.

She turned back to Quinn who was staring at her blankly trying not to laugh at her, "Um," Quinn glanced down at Santana's actions before looking back up to respond, "I wouldn't have been able to…surprise you, when you got here…if I had gone today." She somewhat stuttered out trying to keep a straight but playful look to her face as she looked at Santana.

Santana pressed her lips together and let out an obnoxious giggle as she turned away. Quinn let out a quick breath through her nose as a chuckle and bit the inside of her cheek as turned back to Patches who was giving her an unreadable look, "Well, I'll leave you two alone. It was…nice running into you out of class Miss Fabray, feel better soon." He said with a somewhat sarcastic tone as he stood up and walked away.

When he was finally out of sight Santana practically shoved Quinn against the wall trying to get out of the booth as fast as she could and stand up, "That was him?" She asked, rather loudly.

"Will you shut up and sit down!" Quinn said through gritted teeth and looked around to make sure she didn't catch anyone's attention.

Santana rolled her eyes as she sat down across from Quinn again and leaned forward across the table, "Were you drunk the whole time you were fucking him?"

Quinn closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, "Will you calm down." She commanded more than asked.

Santana rolled her eyes again, "You literally…I…ew, I was…I like," Santana was stuttering with a scowl firmly in place and flailing her hand slightly to get her message across and Quinn gave her an annoyed look urging her to spit it out, "I just…ew." She finally ended her attempted rant and stared at Quinn.

"Really?" Quinn asked sarcastically when Santana failed to make a point.

"I'm slightly nauseated at the fact that you were with him before me. What was it Miss Holliday said, you have sex with everyone you're with had sex with or something like that?" She shuddered and gave Quinn a disgusted look.

Quinn looked back at her, "Are you done?"

Santana pursed her lips and quickly nodded. Quinn gave her a skeptical look, "Okay, well now that you're over that, what the hell were you doing?"

Santana gave her a questioning look, "What?"

"Oh is she in trouble? Sweetie I know you're super smart," She said mocking the tone Santana used, "And being all touchy feely." She exaggerated with a motion of her hands.

Santana gave a look of understanding and shrugged, "I wanted to make him feel uncomfortable, I imagine he was being a douche face before I walked up, right?" Quinn rolled her eyes and nodded as Santana continued, "And no man likes seeing their ex being lovey with another chick, it's slightly emasculating."

Quinn snorted, "Oh really?"

Santana nodded, sure of herself, "Duh, he's probably assuming he's the last dude you dated and I'm sure he assumed you were straight and you broke it off to be with some girl? What'd you tell him when you did?"

Quinn thought for a moment as she gave Santana a questionable look, "I just said I wasn't into it anymore." She shrugged and Santana laughed at that.

"You couldn't have said anything better to make this situation any better." She said still laughing.

Quinn was staring at her blankly but Santana quickly regained herself, "No but really, are you sure you're actually gay because I'm starting to think you just have really poor taste in male sexual partners."

Quinn scoffed, "You're obnoxious."

"It's a valid question, I mean come on..." Santana said seriously.

Quinn rolled her eyes as she took her last drink of coffee, "I'm ready to go." She stated as she stood up and started walking towards the door.

Santana huffed and grabbed Dexter before walking briskly to catch up with her, "I'm just kidding, Q." She said as they walked through the door and made their way out the building. Quinn didn't say anything as they made their way outside and began walking back towards Quinn's dorm.

"Quinn!" Santana finally said grabbing Quinn's hand and stopping so Quinn had to stop and turn around to face her.

"What?" She asked casually shaking her hand from Santana's and crossing her arms over her chest.

"What's your deal?" Santana asked as she searched Quinn's eyes.

Quinn looked back at her for a moment with a slightly furrowed brow, "I don't have a deal." She said and turned around to keep walking.

Santana rolled her eyes and skipped up in front of her so she had to stop again, "You're lying." Santana said quietly, urging Quinn to talk.

Quinn sighed and ran her fingers through her hair quickly, "I'm just over him and his crap and I'm tired and my head hurts and I kind of want to just sleep but I can't because you're here and you'll complain about being bored and-"

Santana interrupted her, "Okay okay, listen, when we get back to your room you can take an Aleve or three and lay down and rest for a little bit, I promise I won't complain." She switched Dexter to her left hand and held up her right with a small grin playing on her lips, "Okay?"

"You're only supposed to take two." Quinn said like that was the only part of what Santana said that mattered.

Santana rolled her eyes playfully, "Whatever, come on." She said as she turned to stand by Quinn and pulled on her arm to start walking, "You know, Dexter doesn't like when you're mad at me."

Quinn snorted, "Oh did he tell you that?" Quinn asked, turning her head towards Santana who nodded as she looked at the bear in her hands, "And I wasn't nor am I currently mad at you."

Santana grinned and looked up to Quinn, "Well, he thinks you were so you should probably work on that. Mommy Q isn't allowed to be mad at Mommy S."

Quinn laughed, "He's our child?"

Santana nodded, "Well you bought him and gave him to me so, yeah. He's too emotionally unstable to be put through a separation." She said with a serious tone.

Quinn laughed again, "He's going to have to deal with that one way or another." She said quietly.

Santana covered his ears and moved him to her side opposite from Quinn, "Shhh, don't let him hear you!"

Quinn shook her head with a grin, "You are the dork."

Santana scoffed, "Please, I'm just being a good mother and I got you to smile so, win-win" Quinn turned to her and raised an eyebrow, "What? He didn't want you to be mad and he's says you're very pretty when you smile and it makes him happy, so I was just doing my duties as a mother to make him happy."

Quinn snorted again, looking ahead of her again, "If you say so." She said quietly with a grin still playing on the edge of her lips.

Santana made a noise of agreement but didn't continue the conversation. Quinn sighed inwardly, wondering why on earth Santana was using the bear to speak for herself…if she really was? She didn't know for sure but there had to have been something behind her words right? As they got closer to her building she stole a glance at Santana by her side to see her holding the bear across her stomach as she looked around at their surroundings. Her eyes reached Quinn and when she saw Quinn was looking at her she raised an eyebrow and smirked at her before turning away again.

Quinn sighed audibly this time as she faced forward again, I have a feeling this is going to be a long weekend.