Chapter 4: Drop the Labels
What was I thinking?
I'm running outside into the cold night air looking for a red mustang. I stop in the middle of the street and stare out at the night sky.
Flirting with a D.E.B.? Really, Diamonds? I growl, internally berating myself.
A red mustang skids in front of me and the door to the passenger seat opens. Sam looks at me with sympathetic eyes and begins speaking hastily.
"I'm so sorry San! This date was supposed to be perfect! It was those D.E.B.S.! You've been here for only a week and—"
"Sam, it's okay." I pat his shoulder. "The date was a train-wreck from the beginning." Sam droops his head defeated.
"You won't give her another chance? I mean if you look past the dancing part, she's—" I hold up my hand to cut him off and shake my head.
"No. Just no." I lean in the back of the leather seat and cross my arms. "That "date" was a disaster." Sam starts driving down the street heading back to our lair.
"Don't worry, San. Your next blind date will be perfect, I promise!" He enthusiastically pumps his fist.
"There will be no more blind dates, Sam."I state sternly with my arms crossed.
"What? Come on, Santana, don't let this one bad blind date be an indicator for the rest! There are several single girls in our circle that I can hook you up with!" He looks at me with twinkling eyes.
"No more blind dates. Especially set by you." He pouts at me. "No, Sam. I'm a big girl and I can choose who I want to date." I give him a stern gaze.
"But, San—"
"No, Sam. End of conversation." I turn up the radio.
"Fine. I will stop talking about it...for now." Sam relents and reverts his gaze back to the road.
"Santana. Santana." A feminine voice whispers seductively besides me. I feel my bed dip down as the intruder crawls into my bed. Turning around, quite groggily I might add, my eyes come into focus to see stark mischievous hazel eyes. The moonlight highlights her fair skin and illuminates the blonde strands of her hair.
"Wha—" She crawls on top of me and the corners of her pink lips arch upward. The blonde grabs both of my hands in her silky soft hands. I don't question her as I am too lost in the sensation of her soft touch.
"Touch me." She brings my left hand to her breast and drags my right hand up her smooth legs and under her blue plaid skirt.
She wasn't wearing any panties.
I pull my hand out and revel at my glistening fingers coated with her wetness. She looks at me lustfully and grabs my hand and begins to lick my fingers clean.
She then unbuttons her shirt and tosses it to the ground along with her bra. Licking her lips she leans down and kisses me passionately. I moan when her tongue enters my mouth, coated with the taste of her.
"Santana…" She pulls away and starts kissing down my neck. She bites on a sensitive area that causes me to gasp. Her hands wander down and fiddles with the elastic bands of my underwear. "Can I taste you?" She husks.
"God, yes." I moan.
I watch through a hooded gaze as she descends down my body and removes my panties. She runs a single finger down my slit and the touch has me shivering with pleasure. "So wet." She licks her lips and dives her head down and—
"Fuck!" I spring up from my bed. My eyes roam my bedroom looking for a blonde but all I see it darkness. It was just a dream. "A fucking hot dream." I drop my head back against my pillow and let out a frustrated sigh. I just had a sex dream about a D.E.B.
I just haven't gotten laid in a while…that's all. Yea.
"Santana, where do you want these?" One of my henchmen held out a sack of gems in front of me.
"Just toss them in with the rest." I waved towards the pile of bags filled with valued goods. Filing my nails and leaning against the vault, I hear the expected sound of groans and heavy punches. I smile inwardly to myself.
Sam comes jumping out of the vault with a sack of money thrown over his shoulder. "Shit. I thought they would have eased up after a week."
"Santana what do we do?" Another of one of my loyal subordinates stares at me with apprehension. "We can't move everything in time without being caught."
I smirk. "Don't worry about it." I push off the vault. "Sam and I will buy you guy's time. Once you have everything, drive back to the lair. I expect all the stolen goods to be there when I return." She nods her head and gets straight to work along with the others.
I start walking toward the sound of feminine grunts and punches. Sam rushes by my side with a worried look.
"What are you doing?" He asks.
"Buying time for us, duh."
"We have tons of money and stolen goods, why does this one matter?"
"It doesn't. I just don't like losing, you know that."
"Still, you usually don't—"
"Shh. Trouty Mouth, zip your gigantic lips for once." Sam touches his lips in offense. We hide behind one of the pillars to conceal ourselves from the four girls fighting off a few of my henchmen.
One of my henchmen was currently being given a roundhouse kick by a blonde with fierce hazel eyes. My eyes watch her every movement and every punch that she threw. With one swift punch to his jaw, he collapsed to the ground and the blonde smiles triumphantly. She flips her hair over her shoulder and elegantly walks to the rest of the D.E.B.S.
"Santana…" Sam pulls my eyes away from the blonde. "What's the plan?"
I look at him and smirk. "This is." I move out from the pillar and stare at the D.E.B.S. who were huddled close to each other.
Standing in a confident pose, I twirl my gun in my hand. "Well, we meet again." The girls whip their heads up with startled eyes directed at me. From behind the pillar I hear Sam hissing my name. I give him a glare and motion for him to stand by me like a man. He awkwardly steps from the pillar and scampers next to me.
All four of them pull out their guns and point them directly at me.
I step down another step. "What are you going to do? Shoot me? I thought D.E.B.S. were supposed to be fighting for justice and peace, not murder."
"You're a wanted convict around the world." The Asian D.E.B. barks. "Captured dead or alive, the public will rejoice."
Ouch. "Well you're going to have to catch me then." Pulling out a smoke bomb that was hidden in my coat, I smirk and throw it to give enough distance between the D.E.B.S. and I. "Run!" I hiss to Sam.
Sam catches up to me, running close beside me. "That was the plan? Egging them on for a wild goose chase?"
"Come on, it will be fun. I haven't had a good ole fun chase in a while." We come to a split hallway and the sound of footsteps came marching closer. "You go to the exit and get the car ready to go."
"But then—"
"I'll be fine. Go." I shove Sam to urge him to go and then made a sprint down the opposite hall.
As I ran, I found one of the office doors opened and slipped myself through.
"She went this way!" I hear one of them shout.
"No, this way!" I hear another shout.
"Look, we'll just split up!" One of them orders, most likely the leader of the group. "You two go that way and we'll go this way."
I look slightly through the door and see the brunette running through the hall and hazel eyes running slowly behind.
"Hurry up! She's going to get away!" The brunette, surprisingly fast for a small thing, yells. She zooms past the door where I was hiding behind and a sudden urge came over me.
I pushed the door open just a little and grabbed the blonde by the wrist when she passed and pulled her in.
She opens her mouth to scream but I place my hand over it and softly closed the door shut.
"Don't scream." I tell her.
She squirms more but I push her against the door and hold her fiercely in place. There's a glint in her eyes and then I feel her teeth sinking down sharply into my skin. I hiss loudly and retract my hand away from her.
When I look back at her, I see her gun aimed at me.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you right here?" She growls.
"Well, hello to you too." She rolls her eyes at me.
"What do you even want with me?"
What do I want? This was purely out of impulse. That dream has my mind still haywire.
"To talk?" She stares at me incredulously.
"Seriously?" She spats.
"Maybe I want to help you out on that paper..." I shrug.
"Why?" The D.E.B. inches closer, with her gun still pointed at me unwavering.
"Maybe in exchange for me telling you about me...you can tell me more about you?"
The girl has a contemplative expression and for a moment it seemed as if she was letting down her guard. But with a firm shake, the walls went back up. "You're a criminal and I'm a D.E.B." She prepares to fire. "That's all we need to know about each other." Moving quickly I disarm her and her gun goes flying across the room.
"Seriously? Do we have to fight?" She raises her fist and maintains a stoic expression. "Can't we just talk like normal people?"
"We're not normal people." Her body dashes towards me at lightning speed and it takes me more energy than usual to keep up with her pace and block her punches.
This D.E.B. has some serious skills.
I've never fought a D.E.B. like this before. Most of them were weak and it required little to no effort for me to pummel them.
Blocking another one of her high kicks, I roughly shove her and pin her on the ground.
The blonde catches her breath and waits for me to punch her. But I don't. Instead, I take in the sight of the girl under me. Her skin glistening with tousled blonde hair. The sound of her heavy breathing, her parted lips, and her intense gaze has my body pulsating. The urge to kiss her...to kiss her everywhere, climbs higher and higher. I know I shouldn't act on this desire, but I already find myself inching down to her lips...
"Did you find her?" I hear the other D.E.B.S. close by. Shit.
Looking at the door with panic, the blonde knees me in the stomach which has me loosening my grip on her wrists, giving her enough time to kick me off of her.
I keen over in pain and try to slowly sit up. When I squint my eyes open I see the blonde looking at me and the door with panic. Her fingers are fidgeting and she seems to be having an internal battle on what to do.
Taking a deep breath, the blonde grabs the gun on the ground and points it at my head. "Santana Diamonds you have the right to—"
A gun is fired and I jump, thinking that it was the blonde who shot me. "Santana!" I hear Sam jump through the window with a gun pointed towards the D.E.B. Filled with horror, my eyes scan the blonde's body for any wounds. But I see none but the paleness of her startled face.
My shoulders droop down and relax a bit. Thank god Sam is horrible shooter.
Sam walks toward us with his gun still aimed at the blonde with three of my men following closely behind armed with guns.
The girl is clearly shaken up as she backs away slowly.
"Drop your gun." Sam directs. She complies and raises her hands up in surrender.
Sam leans down and helps me up. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." I look at the other men and back to the blonde. "Don't shoot." I order. "Let's just go." They all nod at my orders and put their guns down. I lean on Sam for support as we walk towards the window. I take one last glance at the blonde and see a perplexed expression on her face.
Sitting in the front seat of my car, Sam gives me a small lecture with his eyes on the road.
"What were you thinking?" He chides. "Playing a game like that. Especially when we didn't have backup nor were we fully equipped."
I shrug my shoulders. "It's not like I haven't done it before."
"This was different!" He fumes.
"How?"
"Don't you know? Those girls are the top squad in the entire nation. They've defeated more mob bosses than we have ever encountered."
"That doesn't mean anything." I scoff.
"Santana, I'm serious. These girls won't hesitate to shoot you on the spot." I sigh. Sam was being all big brother on me again.
"I'm fine, Sam. I can handle myself."
"It didn't look like it when I jumped in." He looks at my arm wrapped around my sore stomach.
"Well…"
"Do you even know who you were up against?"
"A D.E.B.?"
Sam scoffs. "A D.E.B.?" He turns to me. "That girl is not just a D.E.B. That girl is Quinn Fabray, the Perfect Score."
So that's her name. Quinn Fabray. "What the hell does a 'Perfect Score' mean?"
"It means that she got a perfect on the secret test that selects agents. Meaning she is the best and most likely the reason why those girls haven't got killed yet."
I rub the sore on my stomach and sigh. That explains it.
"No more slip ups like this one, San. We need to stay low-key."
I nod my head in agreement. I don't think I'm really in condition to endure another sparring match anyways.
After a hot bath to sooth my aching joints, I open my laptop and begin to search the databases for any information on Quinn Fabray.
Quinn Fabray, daughter of Attorney General Russel Fabray and Judy Fabray. Quinn Fabray the 'Perfect Score' extremely intelligent and most adept D.E.B.S. with outstanding records of mission success. She excels in all of her courses and is the top of her class. Has a black belt in Kenpo, JiuJitsu, Tae Kwon Do, etc. The list literally goes on and on.
"Holy…" I lean back as images of Quinn Fabray continue to pop up on my screen with more appraisals of her overflowing success. "This girl is…"
"What girl?" Sam strolls in.
I close my laptop immediately. "Ever heard of knocking?" I snarl.
"I did. Like three times."
"Don't normal people take that as a sign that the person wants to be left alone?"
He shrugs his shoulder. "If you didn't respond I would think something was wrong."
"Well, I'm fine. So you can go now." I wave him away.
Sam plops himself down beside me. "Nah, I'm bored. So what girl?"
"What?"
"When I walked in you were gawking over some girl on your laptop? What girl?"
"No one." I blush.
"Come on, Santana just…oh." Sam's green eyes expand and he gulps.
I glare. "Oh what?"
"I see." Sam moves away and stands up.
"See what?" I growl.
"I'm sorry I disturbed you." He blushed. "You should…uh put up a sign or something."
"What are you—?"
"I'll just leave you alone now." He blushes while opening the door. "You should lock the door too…and I…bye!" He rushes out and slams it shut.
"What the hell?" I shake my head not knowing what was going on in that boy's head. I re-open my laptop and stared at the last picture that popped up. The air in my lungs seemed to have stopped working.
A picture of Quinn Fabray at the D.E.B.S. annual banquet appeared. She stood among her fellow friends wearing a black evening dress. The photographer took the picture without any of their knowledge as they all appeared to be laughing openly. Quinn had her hair cascading down one side and her lips split open in a wide grin. Her face was slightly flushed and the spark of light in her hazel eyes has me mesmerized to the point where I can't find my voice, let alone air, to describe her beauty.
What are you doing to me?
I'm not supposed to be attracted to a D.E.B. It will end up badly and with my head on a stick or me being tossed into solitary confinement for eternity. That's not my thing. I know better to stay away from sticky situations. I never liked complicated situations…they foster so much drama that it feels like I'm being suffocated.
I groan and roll onto my stomach with my face smothered by my pillow.
Maybe I'm just lonely. Yea, that's why she seems so appealing right now. I just need to go on more dates!
I get up and walk out of my door. "Sam!" Sam who was walking briskly came to a halt and turned around slowly.
"Y..yes?" He squeaks.
I motion my finger for him to come here. Sam looks back and forth then swiftly walks towards me with his head down.
"I need your help, Sam." Sam lifts his head up and looks at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.
"What? Y-you need my help?"
I nod my head. "I need a date."
"A date? But I thought you liked girls! It's not that I don't think you're attractive San it's just I..."
"Sam!" I stop his babbling. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"What are you talking about?" He retorts.
I roll my eyes. "I need you to hook me up on a blind date."
"Oh!" His shoulders visibly relax. "I thought you didn't want me to set you up." He smirks. I punch his arm and wipe the smirk right off his face.
"Just tell me who you have in mind."
I was sitting at a hole in the wall diner that bore resemblance to the one in 'Grease'. I was sitting across my date Kanade Nakamura.
We were both in casual attire and were glad that this diner was about 20 miles away from the bustle of the city and far from the corruption of the media. It allowed us to relax a bit from being noticed by the law enforcement.
Kanade Nakamura is notorious for leading one of the top Yakuza's in Tokyo. However, due to complications she stepped down from that title and came to America for her safety. She was wearing a black tank top and she had the Kanji symbol for 'Courage' tattooed on her arm. I have to say, this woman is hot.
So hot that I normally would find myself dragging her to restroom, ripping off her skinny blue jeans, and taking her right there. Yes, that is what I would do.
But I can't. Because even though my date in front of me is gorgeous, my mind is wavering off to a certain blonde who has a black belt in nearly every martial arts and could kick Kanade's ass within minutes.
"Santana?" Kanade puts her hand on top of mine. "Is everything okay? You seem a little…conflicted?"
I shake my head and pat Kanade's hand. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure? If you want to talk about it, it's fine."
"No. This is date, we shouldn't be talking about such things." I open the menu and wink at her. "We should focus on having a great time here." Kanade smiles gently and looks at her menu as well.
The song 'Here Comes the Sun' by the Beatles starts to play in the background. The sound of the bells on the diner doors jingle and curiously I glance over.
Walking in alone, with black skinny jeans and a red flannel is Quinn Fabray. I lift up the menu in attempt to hide myself from her. My eyes follow her every step as she waltzes into the diner.
"Quinn! You're late!" An African American waitress walks over to her.
"Sorry Mrs. Jones! It won't happen again!"
"You're lucky I consider you family or else I would have fired you!" Mrs. Jones laughs and pulls Quinn into a crushing hug. "Now go put on your uniform and then go help Mercedes and Joseph."
"Yes ma'am!" Quinn cutely salutes the older woman and scampers off to the back of the diner.
Well tonight just got interesting.
"Santana are you sure you're okay?" Kanade asks once again.
"Yea why?" I tap my fingers anxiously on the table.
"You seem a little jumpy." She smirks.
I stop drumming my fingers and tuck them under my thigh to keep them from fidgeting. "I'm fine. Just hungry, you know? We've been here for 30 minutes and still haven't been helped yet."
"True, but what's the rush?"
"No rush, I just want—"
"Sorry for the wait, you guys. I will be your host tonight." Quinn was now in uniform and her hair neatly tied in a ponytail. She whips out her pen and notepad while flashing us a bright smile. "Now what can I get—" Her eyes fall upon me and that energetic smile fell instantly.
Quinn's jaw drops and her eyes opened wide at me. I smile sheepishly and silently pray to myself that there won't be a scene.
Kanade seems to be unfazed by our interaction as she proceeds to tell Quinn her order. It takes a couple of seconds for the look of shock to wear off and for the mobility of Quinn's arms to come back to life as she hastily scribbles down Kanade's orders.
When Quinn was finished with Kanade's order, she turns to look at me. "And for you?" A single eyebrow arched.
"Um…" I shrink into my seat, feeling suddenly shy. "I'll have a cheeseburger with a side of fries and a cherry coke…" I see her pause in her scribbling and looks at me with curious eyes.
Quinn nods her head and quickly repeats the order for assurance. Kanade and I both nod our heads. "Excellent." She smiles. "Your food will be served shortly and if you need anything don't hesitate to call me over."
"Thank you." Kanade adds politely while handing Quinn her menu.
I squirm a bit in my seat and hand Quinn the menu. "Uh…thanks." I look away to hide my burning face. In the corner of my eyes I see Quinn smirking. God she must be getting a kick out of this. Santana Diamonds being polite and civil. When Quinn takes the menu, our hands touch for a brief moment. But it was enough to send a jolt of electricity down my arm.
I turn my head to look at Quinn who has a dazed look on her face. She clutches the menus close to her chest and shakes her head. "I hope you two ladies have a great evening and I'll be back with your drinks soon."
Quinn has a confused look on her face as she rushes away form our table. She accidentally bumps into the busboy with long dreads. The busboy drops the rag and pulls Quinn into a hug. He has a look on his face that screams smitten.
I clench my fists as I watch their interaction and how the busboy flexes his muscle trying to impress Quinn. My blood starts to boil and my jaw tenses as I watch him openly flirt with Quinn. Like he has a chance! He's just a busboy. But then when I think about it, he's just a busboy. A busboy who doesn't have an extensive criminal record or have nearly every person in the world after him. He's just a normal guy trying to make money in order to survive in this world.
He has a better chance than I do.
Sinking into my seat, I sigh and look down at my lap. Here I am on a date with a beautiful women who doesn't like to talk about her kills or strange fetishes. Yet, all I can still think about is Quinn Fabray.
"She's cute isn't she?" Kanade's voice brings me back to the table.
"Who?" I say pretending I didn't have a clue who she was talking about.
"The waitress."
"I…well sure, but you're—" I start to stammer, trying to find an escape from the discussion we're heading towards.
"Save it, Santana. I saw the way you were looking at her when she entered the diner."
"How was I looking at her?" I ask curiously.
"Like she was the only person in this room that existed."
I sigh and sit back in my seat. "I'm sorry. This is a date and I…"
"It is fine, Santana." She smiles sadly. "Honestly, I'm not that into this date either."
"Was it because of me? Because I'm usually not like this…"
"No, it was not you." She looks down sadly. "I have someone back in Tokyo who still has all of me."
"Why isn't she here with you?"
"She is the Yakuza's best bodybuard. When I was forced to step down and leave, she was forced to stay with the new leader." Kanade eyes start to glisten with tears. "I haven't seen nor heard from her in over 8 months." She chokes on a sob.
"I'm so sorry Kanade. It must be lonely."
She wipes away her tears and looks at me solemnly. "It is."
I lean forward and hold her hand. "Well you don't have to be anymore. You have me as a friend." I tell her honestly.
Kanade smiles to me thankfully and gently squeezes my hand.
A soft cough tears us away from the small bubble we created and I see Quinn standing with a tray of our drinks and food.
"Sorry to interrupt." Kanade and I pull our hands apart swiftly. She states our orders while placing them down with her voice devoid of emotion. She doesn't even look us in the eye. "Have a nice date." She turns and briskly walks away.
I watch the pensive expression on her face as she moves toward an empty table and begins to clean it up. Strange.
"Oh dear, it seems she's jealous."
"Jealous?" I sputter in confusion. Why would she be jealous?
Kanade munches on her sweet potato fries. "She was practically glaring at our conjoined hands. Did you not see?"
I shake my head. Not possible. "You must be mistaken. She can't be jealous. She hates me."
"There's a fine line between love and hate." Kanade proceeds to taking a bite of her burger and leave me lost in thought.
"Thank you for tonight Santana." Kanade leans against her car.
"Thank you, Kanade." I hug her. "Anytime you want to hang out or just chat, hit me up?"
"Will do." She leans in and kisses me softly on my cheek. "Turn around." She whispers in my ear.
I turn to see Quinn through the diner windows, carrying dirty plates, staring at us with a pained expression. Why?
"She likes you. She just doesn't realize it yet." Kanade whispers from behind me and I turn to see her entering her car. She rolls down the window and looks at me. "Whatever is holding you back Santana, let it go." With that last piece of wisdom, Kanade drives off.
I turn back to the diner and see that Quinn had her back turned to me as she was taking another customers order.
I take in a deep breath and walk back inside the diner.
I seat myself at one of the empty tables and wait patiently.
Within seconds, Quinn comes walking over and glares at me. "What are you still doing here?" She whispers harshly.
"Still hungry, I guess." I pick up the menu and pretend to read it.
She rolls her eyes. "I thought you would be with that date of yours on your way to some sleazy hotel."
I put down the menu and stare as she furiously wipes down the table across from me. "We're just friends."
"Didn't look like friends to me the way you were practically drooling over each other and holding hands and all." She snips and continues to wipe down the table. "Who knew Santana Lopez was such a player? First the Russian girl now a Japanese girl. Who's next?"
"Are you jealous?"
She stops and glares at me. "Why would I be jealous?"
"I just thought..."
"Well, you thought wrong." She huffs. "I'm not jealous." She mumbles.
I decide to drop the topic and ask another question that was bugging me. "Why do you work here?"
"The reason everyone else does. I need the money."
"But you're Quinn Fabray. The daughter of the Attorney General Russel Fabray. Plus, you have a full scholarship to pay off school expenses. So I don't see the point of having a job."
Quinn pauses in her work and gawks at me. "How do you know that?"
"Uh…"
She smirks. "Did you research me?"
"What? NO!" I cross my arms. "Why on earth would I do that?" I scoff. "I don't have time for that. I'm too busy plotting my next scheme." I sink further into my seat mumbling.
Quinn looks around and then sighs while moving to seat herself across from me. "I work here to make money for me. It makes me feel like I'm working towards something for myself and no one else." She says genuinely. "Also, no one knows who I am here. As in they don't know I'm the "Perfect Score" or a D.E.B. They just see me as Quinn or," She points to her name-tag. "Lucy." She softly chuckles.
"Is that why you're not whipping your gun out right now and threatening to send me to prison?"
"That's one of the main reasons." She crosses her arms. "You didn't let your guys shoot me mercilessly to death, so this is my thanks."
Quinn stands when the door to the diner jingles open and she amicably greets the incoming customers with a smile.
Quinn turns back to me and shakes her head. "You should go home Santana." Quinn turns away and walks over to the customers that just entered.
Despite Quinn telling me to go, I found myself unable to leave the diner. So I decided to order a milkshake and tap my foot to the beat of the songs playing. It was half past midnight and the diner was about to close soon and everyone was cleaning up.
"Seriously?" Quinn walks up with her arms crossed. She's out of her uniform and back into her red flannel and jeans.
I point at the milkshake that I was currently sipping on the straw. "Issh so good."
"It's almost closing time. Leave before you get recognized, Diamonds." She turns and walks out the door.
I sip on my milkshake quickly and drop a ten dollar bill on the counter. A surge of pain strikes me and I stop momentarily. "Brain freeze." I groan and rub my temples.
Running out of the diner I see Quinn waiting at the corner of a bus stop.
She catches my eyes and groans. "What do you want?" She exasperates. "I'm really not in the mood to beat the crap out of you."
I fidget with the buttons on my coat and take a deep breath. "Let me give you a ride home."
"Yes, I will let you give me a ride home. It's not like you're a criminal or a murderer." She sarcastically answers.
I look at her earnestly. "I won't do anything I promise. I...just let me give you a ride home."
She crosses her arm. "Why do you want to give me a ride home? So you could figure out where I live and plot something?"
"No!" I answer quickly. "I just want to spend more time with you." I blush.
Quinn looks at me skeptically. "I don't know if that's a good idea."
"Look, it will be better than waiting out here in the cold for the bus and you'll get home quicker."
Quinn mulls over the thought and then sighs.
"Fine. For now, we ceasefire." She holds out her hand.
I nod my head and shake her hand.
Driving through the freeway, the ride is silent as Quinn stares out the window watching aimlessly as the cars drift by.
"So…"
"Why are you doing all of this?"
"Doing what?"
"Stuff that people like you don't do! Like driving me home!"
"People like me?"
"Yes! Bad guys! People on the top most wanted list!"
"Maybe there's more to me than that! Maybe I don't want to be the bad guy anymore!"
Quinn looks at me stunned.
"B-but you're Santana Diamonds!"
"So? Because I'm Santana Diamonds means I'm obligated to spend the rest of my life wanting to wreak havoc?"
"Yes...?" She says unsure of her answer.
"So because you're Quinn Fabray and the "Perfect Score" you're going to spend the rest of your life fighting crime and being a D.E.B."
"Well…not my entire life…"
"You're going to live the rest of your days being a goody-two shoes and…"
"I am not a goody-two shoes!"
"…never travel the world?"
"I've traveled the world! Several of our missions are out of the country!"
"But have you traveled the world and actually stopped and looked around you?" Quinn doesn't say anything. "Have you been to places because you wanted to explore and not because you were told to do so?"
"I don't have time for that, I'm a D.E.B." She says evenly.
Arriving at the house where she and her other team members live, I park at a distance to keep us from any lurking eyes or cameras.
I turn to look at Quinn. "Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like to drop the pressures of being a D.E.B.S. and the constant need to be perfect?"
"I'm proud to be a D.E.B.!"
"But are you happy being one? Is this something you want to passionately pursue?"
Again, it seems I have her tongue tied.
"I can show you the world. Literally."
She looks up at me with intrigued eyes. "Anywhere?"
"Anywhere." I confirm.
"Like Paris?"
"Yes. I can take you wherever you want. I have a private jet and we can fly there whenever." I lean in close. "Just say the word."
Quinn tilts her head. "Why me?"
"I like you." I confess with no regret. Quinn stares at me surprised at my confident confession. Her cheeks are tinged pink and I lean closer. "I like you Quinn Fabray and I want to take you out."
Quinn shakes her head. "This isn't right. You're a criminal and I'm a D.E.B. and…" Here we go again.
"Can we just drop the labels for once? I'm Santana and you're Quinn." I lean in close. I bring my hand to her face and trace my thumb on her lips. Her hazel eyes close softly and she leans into my touch. "Just forget everything and let go." I move in closer and our lips are so close that I can feel her breathing against mine.
I move in to close the distance but all I get is thin air. I open my eyes to see Quinn backed away with confused eyes.
"I—I can't." She unlocks the door and runs out.
I slump in my seat and watch as she runs into her house without looking back. Running my fingers against my lips, I still feel the buzz from the almost kiss. That was enough to give me hope.
I'm not giving up that easy, Fabray.
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