Thanks for everything again, I'm happy you all like it, saying it's cute and whatnot. So don't hate me for this one haha :)
"Can't believe you took me to a fucking cemetery, is that your idea of romance?" Santana complained from the backseat of the cab they were in.
Quinn shot her a glare, "I didn't know romance was involved, you said kill time and I killed time. I like going there so...That's exactly why I should've known you'd bitch about it." She said with realization.
"I don't hate everything you like." Santana argued with a smirk.
"Shut up." Quinn said rolling her eyes, "Are you gonna be like this all night now?"
Santana shrugged, "It depends on how annoying your friends are."
Quinn scoffed and turned to look out the window when the car slowed to a stop.
"Here's your stop, ladies." The cab driver said.
After a brief exchange with the driver about the money situation Quinn and Santana climbed out of the cab in front of a questionable looking house.
"Are you sure your friend isn't trying to get us murdered?" Santana asked, subconsciously stepping closer to Quinn.
Quinn looked around briefly. There were several cars across the street and a couple in the driveway, "Well, it doesn't appear to be abandoned, she did say it was kind of a crappy neighborhood." Quinn said slowly as she started walking to the front door.
Santana kept to Quinn's side as they walked up the sidewalk and steps to the porch. Quinn glanced at Santana and gave her an overly enthusiastic smile, "Ready?"
"To die? Apparently I don't have a choice." Santana said slowly.
Quinn pursed her lips and faced forward as she knocked loudly on the door. They stood there waiting a few moments before Chelsea's bright blue eyed smile replaced their view of the door, "You made it!" She exclaimed.
Santana exhaled a breath neither of them was aware she was holding and visibly relaxed as she pushed by Chelsea through the door, "Don't mind her." Quinn said with a small smile as she walked with her through the door.
"More people showed up than I was expecting, I guess it's a playoff game or something." Chelsea said making her way to the kitchen. Santana already found her way there and was standing by the oven waiting for them to join her.
"Who's here then?" Quinn asked slowly as she raised an eyebrow at Santana who was glaring at her as she walked by.
"A few of Jake's brother's friends, his girlfriend and Zack and of course Emily." She answered casually as she reached into the freezer and pulled out a couple of lime beers for Quinn and Santana.
Quinn took her's and Santana looked at her's with a scowl, "Isn't there anything else?"
"Santana." Quinn started.
"It's fine, Q." Chelsea interrupted, "Jack and Coke?"
Santana smirked, "That's better."
Quinn walked over and stood directly in front of Santana, "If you get drunk I swear to god..."
Santana gave her an overly sweet smile, "I can hold my alcohol better than you can, sweetie, don't worry about me."
Quinn narrowed her eyes and started to argue but a glass was handed to Santana and Chelsea signaled for them to follow her. They walked to an open door in a small hallway which led to the basement. Quinn noticed that the basement was obviously cared for more than the entire house as a whole.
They reached the bottom and saw a rather large widescreen tv in the corner with a large couch and two chairs on either side. Santana turned around to look at Quinn and held out her hand, wiggling her fingers for her to take it. Quinn loosely grabbed onto her fingers and allowed Santana to guide her to the back of the room where an air hockey table sat.
"Really?" Quinn asked rolling her eyes.
She walked to one side and Santana went to the other. When they looked up towards each other Santana had a big smirk on her face, "Ready for me to kick your ass?"
The score was 6-5, Quinn was winning, by the time two of the other guys there was waiting to play. The taller one, scruffy brown hair and green eyes introduced himself to Quinn, his name was Matt. The other one, about her height with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes she figured out was Jake's brother Danny.
Santana had been eyeing Matt ever since he walked over and stood at the side of the table on Quinn's side. Quinn quirked an eyebrow at her after she hit the puck rather hard and it bounced off of Quinn's side and flew back into Santana's goal giving Quinn the winning point.
"You just kicked your own ass." Quinn said laughing at Santana's annoyed expression.
"I need another drink." Santana announced rolling her eyes and walking back towards the stairs.
Quinn watched her as she went and as she moved to follow her, Matt interrupted her, "Nice job! Cheer me on? You're probably a pretty good good luck charm." He said with a goofy half grin.
Quinn looked back towards the stairs briefly and hesitated as she thought, "Uh, sure, why not?" She said with a small smile.
He returned the gesture with the same half smile and moved to his position at the end of the table. Quinn knew this was probably a dirty trick to play but a very large part of her wanted to see if it would work.
"So are you, you know, like seeing anyone?" Matt's voice snapped Quinn out of her thoughts.
"I um, I mean it's nothing exclusive." She answered slowly earning another grin from him.
After some obnoxious clapping and congratulating when Matt won, Quinn turned around briefly to scan the room for Santana who still hadn't come back over. She didn't find her and assumed she must still be upstairs.
"Would you mind going to get me another beer?" She asked sweetly waving her bottle to Matt after she turned back around.
"Sure!" He said quickly grabbing her empty bottle from her hand and quickly making his way towards the stairs.
After he was out of sight she sighed and rolled her eyes to herself. And after a second thought after the way Santana was looking at him it probably wasn't a good idea to send him up there if she was up there.
She sighed again and started making her way towards the stairs and was stopped by Chelsea, "What are you doing?" She asked sternly.
Quinn furrowed her brow, "Going upstairs…" She said slowly.
Chelsea rolled her eyes, "I mean with Matt, I thought you and Santana were together."
Quinn snorted, "How did you come to that conclusion?"
"Did you think I forgot about the time you drank a little too much than you should've and told me all about her?"
Quinn narrowed her eyes, "We're not together and I'm not doing anything with Matt either now can I go upstairs please?" Quinn asked impatiently.
Chelsea just stepped aside and allowed Quinn to pass. She quickly made her way up the stairs and found Santana leaning against the counter glaring at Matt's back as he dug through the fridge.
"What are you doing up here?" She asked, taking her attention away from him.
"Ignoring that little show that I'm sure was going on down there." She said with a scowl.
Matt raised up when he heard Quinn's voice and held out a beer for her, "What show, the hockey game? I thought that's why we're here."
Quinn bit the inside of her cheek and Santana gaped at him, "Ignore her." Quinn said as she accepted the bottle with a sweet smile, "Thanks."
Matt grinned, "You're welcome." Santana watched the exchange with an even bigger scowl, "Well, I'm gonna go watch the game, you coming?" He asked Quinn.
"I'll be down in a sec." She answered with a grin which he returned again before he scurried off towards the basement.
"You shouldn't do that." Santana said with an irritated tone as Quinn turned around to face her.
"Do what?" Quinn asked like she was oblivious
"Act like he actually has a chance, it's not fair to him and not even to you since I know what you're up to." Santana answered matter-of-factly.
"What makes you think that's what I'm doing?" Quinn asked challengingly.
"I'm not a fucking idiot," Santana said standing up off the counter and stepping closer, "Did you think I just ignored or forgot about all those times you told me how much you wanna be with me?"
Quinn rolled her eyes, "And did you think I forgot about all the times you said you didn't wanna be anything more than just friends?" Santana narrowed her eyes, "How many of those have you had?" She asked gesturing towards Santana's almost empty glass.
"This is my third, why is that relevant?" Santana asked in return.
"Because I don't think you know what you're talking about." Quinn rebutted.
"Fine then, go keep playing with your little boy toy but don't come trying to find me to save you when he gets pissed because you won't fuck him." Santana said angrily.
Quinn shook her head and turned around to go back to the basement. Santana was following her but she did her best to ignore her. She walked over to Matt who stood behind the full couch, "Who's winning?" She asked when she reached him.
"Oh, no one yet. They haven't scored yet." He said not looking away from the tv, "There's like ten minutes left in the second period so there's still plenty of time."
She nodded even though he wouldn't see it and looked around the room absently. She saw Santana and Chelsea talking on the other side of the room which worried her slightly but decided to ignore it. She sighed and glanced up at Matt. He was cute, especially that half grin he keeps giving her. She feels like in high school she would've been swooning over him but right now she's regretting spending time with him instead of Santana.
She glanced back towards her and saw her looking back at her. She was giving her an almost unreadable expression except her eyes were telling a whole other story. Quinn figured it was the alcohol she had that was affecting her capability of keeping on her bitch face.
She sighed and turned back to Matt, "I'm gonna go talk to them okay?" He glanced at her and nodded and she turned around rolling her eyes. She never understood men and sports.
Quinn reached the little table Santana and Chelsea were standing by and received a cold glare from both of them, "I'm sorry, were you talking about me? I can go." Quinn suggested after neither of them spoke.
"Already getting bored with him? Poor guy." Santana said sarcastically.
Quinn glared at her and turned her attention to the bottle on the table in front of her, "May I?"
"Beer before liquor never sicker." Chelsea recited and Quinn rolled her eyes.
"I'll be fine." She said and poured herself a shot. She eyed Santana until she downed it and made a ridiculous face afterwards. They chuckled at her.
"If you think I'm gonna take care of you after this you must be high." Santana said, Quinn noticed now the alcohol effecting Santana's voice.
"I'm a big girl, remember?" She said sarcastically.
Chelsea watched the exchange with an amused grin, "I don't know about you guys but the sexual tension between you two is kinda uncomfortable."
Quinn and Santana snapped their eyes off of each others and to her, "Please." Santana said simply and Quinn just scowled at her rather than saying anything.
"Where's the bathroom?" Quinn asked after a moment of extremely awkward silence.
"Go upstairs and keep going down the hall it's..." Chelsea turned slightly and waved her right hand, "It's on the right side."
Quinn nodded and grinned before she shot a glare at Santana who had been staring a hold into the side of her head the whole time she stood there.
Quinn took her time hoping that somehow the longer she took, the faster the game would end. When she finally made it back to the basement she saw that the third and what she was praying final period had just started. She heard shouting in the bathroom so she assumed the team that had a point was the one everyone was rooting for.
When she was upstairs she grabbed another beer and decided this one should probably be her last one. Santana was right, she can't hold liquor for crap. Although she probably should've known that, that is how Puck got her to sleep with him...with wine coolers.
She rolled her eyes at herself before she heard a deep voice come up behind her, "I thought you left, are you okay?" Matt asked as she turned around.
She was surprised he even noticed she wasn't in the room anymore, "Yeah I'm fine." She said and he grinned with relief.
"Good, I was gonna be pretty upset if you left before giving me a chance to ask for your number." He said with a sweet tone, "You go to Yale right?"
Quinn panicked slightly and then realized he asked another question, "Uh yeah, freshman." She finally answered.
"Ohh cool cool. I would be a freshman too but I decided to take a year off after high school." He said and she nodded totally understanding why. If she didn't get into Yale she probably would've done the same.
There were a few more yells coming from in front of the tv and Matt turned around to see what happened. Quinn took the opportunity to look over to where Chelsea and Santana stood and found Santana actually paying attention to the game. Even though she was halfway across the table leaning on her elbows. Quinn grinned a little at her and Matt turned back towards her, "I think we got this won, other team ain't shit tonight."
Quinn nodded, "I guess I mean I don't know much about hockey." She said with a laugh.
He laughed, "Maybe we could go to a game sometime, I'll explain it to you." He suggested with that grin again.
"I don't know, we'll see." She answered vaguely, really not wanting to lead him on anymore than she probably already has. He seems like a sweet enough guy and now she's going to end up looking like a bitch...because that's something new.
He nodded, "I guess I should probably get you warmed up to me first before anything like that." He said with a small shrug, "You wanna head upstairs?"
Quinn seemed to physically falter as her eyes flicked over to Santana who was still watching the tv, "What's wrong with staying down here?" She asked quickly.
"Oh, nothing," He answered quickly, "I just thought we could go somewhere quieter, get to know each other. I wouldn't try anything, you seem like a sweet girl. And I think your friend over there would probably kick my ass, what's her deal?"
Quinn snorted, "She's just…Santana. You'd have to know her to understand." Quinn said quietly.
He nodded, "Would you wanna walk over there with me for a shot? I'd go by myself but…" He asked grinning again.
"Sure." She said and started walking back over to the small table occupied by Santana and Chelsea.
Santana sat up as they walked over and scowled, "Manage to charm your way into my friend Quinn's pants yet?" She asked sarcastically, she had a glazed look to her eyes and Quinn realized this was going to end up being a long night.
Shortly after the game was over and Quinn convinced Matt to give her his number rather than her giving him hers, save for problems in the future, she noticed that Santana had disappeared. She looked around briefly and he got distracted by the other guys so she walked upstairs and looked around. She walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of water before she walked into what she assumed was like a living room area and saw Santana lying on the couch, looking at nothing in particular.
"Are you okay?" Quinn asked quietly as she walked slowly towards her. Santana lightly shook her head but didn't say anything, "What's wrong?" Quinn asked as she sat on the coffee table in front of the couch.
Santana glanced up at her and then closed her eyes, "I wanna go home." She mumbled.
At that moment Chelsea came into the room looking for Quinn, "Is she okay?" She asked, worried.
Quinn nodded, "Will you call a cab please?"
Chelsea nodded and walked back out of the room, "Are you feeling okay?" Quinn asked quietly, leaning forward to brush Santana's hair out of her face, knowing what the answer would be. To tell the truth she wasn't feeling so hot herself so she took a big drink from the water bottle, "Take a drink of this." She said holding out the bottle.
Santana barely sat up and took a small drink before she held the bottle back out and collapsed herself back down on the couch, "I told you not to drink a lot." She said quietly as she watched Santana.
Santana shrugged but still didn't say anything. Quinn sighed and sat back slightly and looked at her. She's pretty sure neither of them would be feeling like crap if she hadn't acted like an idiot with Matt just to try to make Santana jealous, especially if it didn't even work. She sighed and rested her elbows on her knees and then her face into her hands. She heard Chelsea call into the room, "It'll be here in about ten minutes."
Quinn muttered a response but didn't lift her head. This weekend sucked and she didn't know how long Santana would be there tomorrow but she was pretty sure it wouldn't be long enough for them to get over the tension that was sure to be between them. She lifted her head and saw Santana giving her a sad almost smile that caused her to furrow her brow slightly confused.
"Us and alcohol never got along very well." Santana mumbled and Quinn let out a humorless laugh. I guess not.