Quinn walked back to her house silently, she wasn't sure what had triggered that response from Santana. Was she coming on too strong? She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, and twirled a piece, lost in thought. The only reason she waited for Santana to wake up was because she didn't want the girl to think this was just sex. That's where she messed up because to Santana, their encounter was nothing more than just sex. Quinn should have just stood up and left. The last thing on her mind was that she had just lost her virginity. What did it matter that she had lost it to Santana, the girl clearly wasn't thinking straight when she decided to have sex with Quinn anyways. That night Quinn got home and did something she hadn't done in years, she cried to sleep.

She cried because she missed Mike, she cried because her father was a scumbag, she cried because she never allowed herself this vulnerability, she cried because she had abandoned her old, good, serene life in California for this shitty life here in Ohio, and she cried because she had just fucked up a friendship with a girl, she knew could have potentially been her best friend. Perhaps, in another life Santana was her best friend. She sniffled, Santana wasn't attracted to her, Quinn was just a means to get rid of her damn virginity, nothing more, nothing less.

...

The truth was that Santana had been struggling with her sexuality. She was almost positive she was a lesbian, she had fallen for Brittany two years prior after all. With Quinn everything was different though. Santana wasn't even sure what she was. Quinn had all the features of a girl, but what was below her waist definitely made all the difference to a girl who was convinced she was a lesbian. If she was attracted to Quinn, what would that make her?

Despite having previously hated labels, she had found a certain comfort in identifying with one after all. That little box she had identified with provided all the safety and acceptance she needed. In her mind that is, everyone at school assumed she was straight. She didn't want to deal with any of this, being a lesbian and eventually coming out to her parents was far more black and white. This, she didn't really know, was she bisexual? Perhaps, pansexual? She had come out to her abuela as lesbian, she hadn't thought that through.

Maybe that, being pansexual, would seem more fitting as she was typically attracted to people's personalities and well, Quinn didn't exactly categorize in any on the place gender spectrum, she was perfectly in the middle, ambiguous. And if Santana was honest, it was fitting that Quinn was ambiguous, she has a very mysterious personality, it just so happened to coincide with her genitalia.

She found Quinn attractive and all, she had allowed the blonde to be her first. Not even Brittany was able to strip her of her virginity, but Quinn did very effortlessly so, but she would not allow the fact that she lost her virginity to Quinn define her sexuality. She was much more complex than that, plus, attraction was much more nuanced than whatever it was got her going sexually, or so she thought.

She did not sit in class with her after that, Santana was determined to avoid all contact with Quinn unless it was cheer related, and she appreciated that the blonde got the hint that she needed her space.

Luckily, Quinn had already befriended a girl named Rachel who was more than happy to get to know her. She was a caring girl who had been the target of bullying on this school, and if Quinn was being honest, although this girl was slightly overbearing, there was no denying that she was extremely talented, and good looking, she knew she'd get far in life. She would see Santana in practice and that was that.

Lately, Santana had taken to making her run extra laps in practice. It was humiliating but Quinn's pride did not waver, she'd complete the barks of orders without breaking a sweat.

She refused to talk to Santana, beyond listening to her orders. She realized pretty quickly that she was nothing more than a play-thing for her, an experiment. Quinn was okay with that, at some point she figured no one would be attracted to her, Santana's responses the day they had sex were a lot more than she had ever hoped for. At this point, Quinn was confident she would find a partner that truly valued her as a person, and would be happy to have sex with her. She had hoped that would be Santana, she thought that their personalities had clicked, and apparently she thought wrong.

Santana was a fluke in her high school career but as long as she knew that she had bedded, no, taken the head cheerleader's virginity it was okay. She didn't need anyone else's validation, or comfort to acknowledge she was attractive.

She was happily moving on, and she hoped at some point the friendship she had built with Santana would be restored, but the glares sent her way during practice didn't convince her of such a thing occurring any time soon.

A little over a month since the sex, they still refused to talk. In lunch, Quinn sat next to Rachel, the girl was quirky and if Quinn was honest, she could picture herself with someone like Rachel. So they sat casually talking and laughing, out of the corner of her eye she saw Santana staring at her.

Weird, she thought. Santana had made it clear that she despised her, why the hell was she staring at her now? She brought her gaze down to her lap and noticed Rachel's hand there casually rubbing up and down.

Oh, oh! Oh, no! It wasn't what it looked like at all. Rachel was just touchy like that.

Santana must have assumed something was going on, her firm scowl told her as much. What did she care anyways? She made it clear that she and Quinn would never be together, and that the sex was nothing more than a mistake.

So Quinn left Rachel's hand there and even took it upon herself to move the bangs out of Rachel's face.

"Quinn, you do know the HBIC is staring at us, right?", Rachel's worried voice registered.

"I doubt it—"

"She always looks at you like she wants to hug and kill you at the same time. It's kinda creepy actually" she brought a journal out of her bag, "Look, I've tracked down the number of times she stared at you this past week!"

Quinn laughed then throwing her head back, "That's absurd Rachel, we're not even friends"

"Well, sure doesn't seem like you're friends. It seems like you two have some sort of toxic relationship"

At that she barked a laugh, her head falling back. Leave it to Rachel to make everything dramatic. "Rachel, stop worrying! I appreciate the gesture but I'm almost positive it's just a coincidence"

"47 times. 47 times and it's barely Wednesday, Quinn. That's a lot of gazing"

Quinn leaned over kissing Rachel's cheek, "Don't worry about it"

Maybe she was being a little touchy too, but Rachel honestly brought out a sweeter side to her. She had even taken it upon herself to protect her, blocking her slushie facials and all.

Practice was insane that day. Santana had taken it upon herself to make her suffer. She couldn't even move. She finished stretching and finally walked into the locker room. She was a damn mess, her hair was disheveled and her uniform clung to her sweaty body leaving nothing to the imagination.

She waited until all of the girls were finished showering and finally got her turn.

She was showering, humming and trying to get her mind off of the sudden hatred Santana had developed for her, she was rinsing the soap from her body when the curtain was pulled back.

Seriously, no one in this damn school knew boundaries!

She sighed turning off the water and pulling her towel. Who gives a shit, everyone knew about her condition anyways. Until, she saw who was standing there, leaning against the towel.

Santana filed her nails carelessly looking up when Quinn 'hummed'

"Do you need something, captain?" Quinn knew she sounded bitter but she was still a little hurt.

"Are you dating Rachel?", she hissed.

"I don't see how that's any of your concern." Quinn glared at her.

"It is, we had sex if you don't remember. You owe me that much." Santana glared at her petulantly.

"Woah, relax there. You don't want anyone hearing!", Quinn mock gasped with a roll of her eyes, Santana was being an overbearing nuisance, maybe it was a good thing that things hadn't gone past casual sex. I mean, they were each other's first time, but that doesn't matter. Shit, placing value on virginity was so 1950's. It was outdated and you know what? Fuck that.

Quinn, didn't hold back. She cackled, "Owe you?" she laughed bitterly and dryly then, "You made it pretty clear you weren't doing me any favors when you were moaning my name. Plus, what happened between us was a mistake" Quinn redirected her hurtful words back at her.

Quinn was upset, she had sex with the girl and then she was tossed aside, like a piece of garbage, and to add injury to the wound, she was making her life miserable everyday, since that fateful night, in practice. She was just confused and irritated.

Santana's gaze softened then, she regretted telling Quinn that, she wanted to make amends with the blonde. Although, she was convinced that he tiny diva had influenced her decision, she didn't like how touchy she was with her friend, Quinn.

"Quinn, look you don't owe me any explanations, you're right. I want to be friends again, I got over myself and I think we make two good friends" She tried to make it sound casual, but maybe that wasn't the best approach.

"I don't think I can be your friend, you hurt me. Friends don't do that. and you've been torturing me everyday in practice. I don't know what your deal is. You conveniently forget that you suggested the sex, not me." Quinn glared at her, so she wasn't entirely over Santana's cold shoulder, sue her.

"Look, I just want things to go back to how they were. I don't know, I think we bonded over being respective HBIC's. I think you understand me. I'm not good with feelings and all, but just give me a chance to be your friend. I'll be as honest with you as I was in the beginning. I don't regret the sex, I just wish, we hadn't rushed into it. I think we were better as friends and I want to reestablish that friendship, you're worth it" Her dark brown eyes softened as they locked gaze with Quinn.

Quinn sighed casually patting her body dry, she pulled up her briefs and shorts. Then, clasped her bra and put on a cute sleeveless jean top. Santana had clearly invaded her privacy, and her body was not something Santana had not seen before, so she dressed casually, as if Santana was not there.

She glanced up at Santana sighing, because she knew that that look on Santana's face of heartbreak was one she did not ever want to witness, much less to be the cause of, "Will you stop torturing me in practice?"

"That was my way of making sure no one would believe you if you mentioned a word about us, I guess it wasn't effective" she closed her eyes leaning against the tile. She expects Quinn to refuse any friendship with her. That's what any rational person would do. Except, Quinn smiles softly at her and she braids her blonde locks.

"Okay, I guess I could give it a try, but don't even dream of crossing me again"

"I won't, let's start over." She extended her right palm and was happy that Quinn immediately grasped her hand in a warm shake.

…

Easing into their former friendship was a lot more difficult than she anticipated. Although Quinn had forgiven her, it was clear she did not trust her, and that stung a little.

What hurt more, was that Quinn seemed to have replaced their friendship with Rachel, of all people. Santana Lopez was irreplaceable, and Rachel had nothing on her. Why couldn't Quinn see that?

After fifth period, she sighed. Rachel was already waiting for Quinn at the door. Apparently they didn't even have class together, they just appreciated each other's company enough to walk together despite having different destinations.

She walked out too, and caught snippets of their conversation.

"Quinn, I'm like Tinkerbell, I need applause to live" Okay, so the midget was funny, Santana would agree.

"Rachel, you have the talent to go as far as you want to go, I'm pretty sure you were born to be in Broadway, but I don't think you necessarily 'need' applause to live. That's a little extreme"

Witnessing Quinn being supportive of Rachel did a strange thing to her, she could have had that friendship with Quinn had she not royally screwed up.

Fuck that, now she was more determined than ever to win Quinn's friendship back. Although she knew she didn't just want her friendship back, she knew she was pursuing something else, but she would ignore that for now.

…

"Hey San" her ex-boyfriend Sam started walking in pace with her.

"Hey Sam, how are you doing?" she asked sweetly, taking advantage of Quinn's quick gaze to them.

Quinn smirked, it was clear Santana had a type, apparently it was blondes. She was no fool, she had already heard of Santana's past partners: Sam freshman year of high school, and Brittany, last year.

Whatever, her partners were none of Quinn's concern. If anything, she and Santana were merely acquaintances, because Quinn would not be foolish enough to let her guard down this time around.

Shaking her head, she walked over to Rachel's locker, not missing that Santana's gaze was now following her.

"Hey Rachel," she casually leaned against her locker. Noticing her friend losing her balance she quickly grabbed her by the waist and leaned into her.

"You shouldn't have worn these heels, they're too tall for you. I probably wouldn't be able to keep my balance in them" she chided. Still glancing down at her.

"I will be fine. Thank you for your concern, Quinn" Rachel told her with a roll of her eye.

Quinn raised her eyebrow at her, holding her hands in defeat, "Whatever you say, Rae"

"Seriously, Quinn. What is going on with you and Santana? Why does she keep glaring at me?" Rachel asked exasperated. "Is she into you or something?"

Quinn laughed, "I don't think so, it'd be a mistake to go out with someone like her"

"I thought you guys were on good terms? Isn't she nicer now?"

"Don't worry about it Rachel, jeez! Just drop it." Quinn said slightly annoyed.

Santana couldn't believe her eyes, she was losing Quinn, and to Rachel of all people!

…

They had Glee practice that day. Quinn had only joined because they were recruiting and Rachel was the president and if they didn't have more members they wouldn't go to Nationals, which had been Rachel's goal.

Mercedes ran into the room, "Sorry I'm late, I overslept"

Quinn side-eyed her, "It's four thirty in the afternoon"

"Anyways, we're holding tryouts" Schuester attempted to regain their attention.

Quinn was bored, admittedly she wasn't much of a singer, she was more of a dancer.

"Next audition is Santana Lopez"

Quinn and Rachel's eyes locked, shock evident in both of their faces.

There Santana stood in her immaculate cheerio uniform, "I'll be performing Tina Turner's "Nutbush City Limits" she said.

Quinn sat there, observing how the cheerios backed her up. She'd be lying if she said she ever took her eyes off Santana. She oozed sex appeal, and her voice was raspy and mesmerizing.

Now, Quinn tried her best to cross her legs, anything to cover her hard-on.

"Wow, that was great! You're in" Schuester exclaimed.

Great, now Quinn had to deal with a performing Santana Lopez. Fuck, was the universe against her? After Glee she grabbed her stuff and walked out to her black buggy, unaware that Santana was running after her.

"Hey, would you mind giving me a lift?"

"Don't you have a car?" Quinn asked with an eyebrow raise.

"It's at the shop."

"Sure, hop in." she shrugged.

The car ride was silent except for the low hum of the radio station. "Listen, Quinn. Cheer regionals are coming up and I was hoping you'd help me organize a routine."

"Uh, I'm not really sure that's something I want to do, it's very time consuming" she lied.

Santana caught on that she didn't want to spend more time with her than what was necessary, why was Quinn being so difficult?

"It won't be too time consuming, you can handle it" Santana suggested. "Look, I know I was rude to you but I swear I'm not gonna do that anymore. I'm making an effort, Quinn. But you're not giving me an honest shot." She sighed.

Quinn glanced at her, and refocused on the road, "Stop villainizing me, you got us into this mess and blamed me. I have a right to be cautious of you, alright?"

"You could have said no, Quinn. I didn't force you to have sex with me."

"I know that! I know that alright. I thought you were super attractive and I had a crush on you, but then immediately after we had sex you tossed me aside!"

"I get it, Quinn—"

"Stop right there, that's the thing, you don't get it. You will never get it. Alright? You're just a rich, privileged girl that was born normal. Your parents understand you. You were not ostracized for being different so don't you dare say you get it. Not when you were the one that actually made me feel different in your reaction after we had sex." Quinn finished softly.

They were already outside of Santana's house. She turned to the girl and noticed the tears in her eyes, and sighed closing her own eyes and leaning against her seat.

"You're right, let me just explain why I reacted the way I did alright?" She grabbed her pale hand in both of hers, willing the blonde to make eye-contact with her.

When she finally made eye-contact, Santana continued. "I was scared. I'm struggling with my sexuality, alright? First, I thought I was attracted to men then I was into Brittany and assumed I was a lesbian, I even came out to my abuela and she hated me for it. Now, you're here and I don't know what to think. I'm so fucking confused. You made me realize that labels don't matter. Shit, the only labels that matter are the ones on the things I shoplift"

At that Quinn laughed, hysterically. Santana was about to slap her, when Quinn caught her hand, "I'm not laughing at you, it's just that this whole time you could have told me that instead on blocking me out, you know? Fuck, we're so foolish."

Santana joined her in laughing, "You're right. I'm sorry I made you feel different. I actually love that you are different, best of both worlds."

Quinn blushed deciding to ignore the second part of her comment, and looked down at their clasped hands, "It's alright, do you want me to come over tomorrow to show you some of my routines?"

"You don't have to, I just wanted to spend time with you and now I understand why you don't want to spend time with me"

"No, I mean, I do want to spend time with you. I mean, you're super chill when you're not having an existential crisis"

Santana laughed loudly at that one, "Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow, Quinn." She leaned over and gave her a soft peck on the cheek, which immediately turned rosy.

Santana hummed in the shower that night, she knew things could only go up from here.

…

The next day, Quinn showed up at her house at 7 in the morning to pick her up for school. It was super thoughtful of her, considering if the roles were reversed, Santana would have probably held a grudge.

Hearing the honk she ran downstairs with a bagel and two coffees.

"Hey"

"Hey" the blonde smiled softly at her. Santana handed her the coffee. Quinn moaned when the caffeine hit her tongue.

"Fuck, that's good. I love my coffee with two creamers, how'd you know?" she asked a bit shocked that Santana knew this about her.

"Lucky coincidence, I drink mine the same exact way" She smiled. She split the bagel and handed Quinn a piece.

"Thank you"

"It's just coffee Quinn."

"No, I mean, for making an honest effort to apologize and understand where I was coming from"

"No biggie"

Santana plugged in her cellphone onto the auxiliary cord and started blasting "California Love"

Quinn laughed and rolled her eyes good-naturedly. Once at school, Quinn turned to her, "California Love, really? I didn't peg you as a Tupac fan"

"Me? Quinn, I didn't peg you as a Tupac fan, you knew the whole verse and locked his flow. It was amazing."

They walked off into the school carrying their animated conversation, "What? Come on now! It's "California Love" everyone knows that song, if they don't they live under a rock. Just because Glee performs Katy Perry and show-tunes doesn't mean I strictly enjoy that music"

They walked into their respective first periods, which Quinn happened to share with Rachel. "Hey girl" she greeted cheerily.

"I see you fixed things with your girlfriend" Rachel said with a wink and laughed at Quinn's rosy cheeks.

"You know it's not like that. She's just a friend and she just needs help with the cheer routine, is all."

"Sure" Rachel said with a smirk.

"Rachel!"

"You would make a dashing couple though" she laughed when Quinn scowled at her.

...

After the air was cleared between Quinn and Santana, the cheer squad seemed to be in sync like never before. Except, Quinn made the mistake of looking up at Santana during their pyramid pose, which resulted in a barely contained hard-on.

Now, with everything that had happened and the rebuilding of their friendship, Quinn's attraction to Santana was unbearable. This time around she wouldn't make the mistake of pursuing anything, they made pretty good friends.

Despite Santana fixing her car, she preferred to ride with Quinn, they lived about two blocks from each other anyways, so it wasn't an inconvenience.

The end of junior year was fast approaching and Junior Prom was coming up too. Quinn had decided she didn't want to attend. if anything she'd probably just keep Rachel company, they weren't each other's dates though.

"Are you going to prom, Quinn?" Santana asked casually, staring at her to catch her reaction.

"No, I don't think so I might just keep Rach company though."

"Oh, you're going with her as in a date?" Santana tried to keep the hurt from her voice, but she knew she hadn't succeeded.

"No, um. Just as friends, I guess. What about you?" Quinn asked while she turned right.

"Sam Evans asked me but I told him I had to think about it. I want someone else to ask me" She suggested to Quinn, admittedly though, sometimes Quinn could be very oblivious.

"Oh, well I hope she or he asks you"

Santana rolled her eyes, she'd have to be the one to ask then. "Would you like to come with me, as my date?" Santana asked.

Quinn nearly crossed the red light, in her barely concealed shock. "What?!" She exclaimed coming to a screeching halt.

"Would you like to be my prom date, Quinn Fabray?" Santana asked exasperated.

"Are you sure? I don't want to give anyone the wrong impression. I mean, we're not together. Not that you'd ever date someone like me. I don't want to ruin your good name, Santana."

"Quinn, I don't care about that, you know that. And I'd be lucky if I ever dated someone like you." Santana said. "Besides, are you kidding me? You have built an untouchable rep. for yourself, don't sell yourself short"

"If you're sure?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't"

"I mean last time you suggested something you didn't talk to me for a month, so…"

"So, no?"

"No, it's just. I mean, really think it through. If the day before prom you still feel the same way, I'll be your date" Quinn did have a point.

"My mind isn't going to change. Wear maroon, that'll be our color." She said getting off the car.

Quinn laughed, "Okay, tell me that in a month!"

...

No, Quinn and Santana were nowhere near close dating. Perhaps, the time had already passed for that. Both were tethering on the edge of wanting to reforge their indescribable friendship and convincing themselves that their attraction had only been sexual.

Quinn had shown Santana some of the routines she had created , prior to finding out that she would be moving away.

Quinn leaned tiredly against the swing-set in Santana's backyard. Santana had gone inside the house to retrieve them both a glass of water. They had just finished an intense routine and Quinn was ready to go home and shower.

Santana came then, "Here ya go, Fabray"

"Thanks. Hey, do you think this will be our setlist?"

"I don't see why not"

"So you ever miss California , Quinn?"

She hadn't even finished the sentence, when Quinn nodded eagerly. "Of course, I do. Some of the most beautiful people I had the privilege of ever meeting are back home."

"Tell me about it."

"It's a pretty long, boring story" Quinn chuckled.

"We've got time" Santana insisted.

"Actually, we don't. I've got to get home. I promised my mom I'd be back before nine" Quinn just didn't want to share her past with anyone. Especially, not Santana, she couldn't control that she was still weary of the girl. She'd promised she'd make an effort to revive their friendship and she had done so.

Somethings, like her past were too personal, things that she'd only share with a significant other. And Santana and her had not reached that level, and with the way she hurt Quinn, perhaps, they never would.

Quinn sighed, "I just know that one day, I want to go back to Cali."

"You don't like it here?"

"It's okay here, I just felt more accepted there" Quinn didn't want to hurt Santana's feelings but that would inevitably happen. She'd made it pretty clear that it was Santana who had made her feel different first. Her opinion mattered, a lot more than Quinn wanted it to.

"Quinn, I am so sorry." She grabbed her hand, "I promise you that being different is such a beautiful, wonderful thing. I grew up in a bigoted place, my reaction cannot be justified, ever. But I promise you that I value and absolutely love that you are different. Quinn I wouldn't have slept with you if I found you repulsive, you know that, right?"

"I'm just glad we're friends again, Santana." Quinn said effectively changing the topic.

"I am too. I promise I'm going to make it up to you, Q"

...

"Ladies, gentlemen and everyone not in the gender binary, welcome to the National Cheer Championship Competition! This years contestants are the rivaling teams of Westwood Tigers and McKinley . Except we have a shift, former head-cheerleader Quinn Fabray, whom led the Tigers to the last two national championships, has changed teams and is now part of the McKinley team. It will be interesting to see if she's able to apply her talent to a completely different group" The speakers voice boomed in the air.

Santana and Quinn had effectively led the cheer squad into Nationals this year, Santana was excited. She finally felt like her team had an honest shot at winning. They were stretching waiting for their group to be called up.

A blonde girl walked up to Quinn then, and wrapped her arms around her neck. The megawatt smile Quinn gave the girl, did a strange thing to Santana's heart. She didn't dwell on it though. She observed, drinking out of her water bottle.

"Kitty! I missed you so much, you've no idea!" Quinn exclaimed.

"What's not to miss?" Kitty said with a laugh and a wink. Was this the girl Quinn had lost her virginity to prior to having sex with Santana? Did Santana now share her intimate experience with this girl? She hoped not.

"Oh, stop! You know what, I'm being completely rude." Quinn turned to Santana and waved her over.

"Santana, this is Kitty, the coolest girl you'll ever meet, and my former co-captain, she's this year's captain." Quinn said with an obnoxiously wide smile and a twinkle in her eyes. Santana ignored the way she felt her stomach drop.

"and this is Santana, my-' Quinn hesitated if only for a moment, then blinked and smiled "captain" Santana refrained from scoffing, her captain. Really? They were more than that. Apparently, Quinn had a thing for cheerleaders.

"It'll be fun taking you guys down" Kitty said mischievously.

"Ha, in your dreams, you know you cannot win without me. Plus, Santana and I are an undefeatable duo!"

"Quinn, dude!" Mikes voice rang through the air. She turned and immediately ran into his arms, wrapping her legs around his torso.

"Mike, man. I've missed you so much" she kissed his cheek.

He lowered his voice, "Are you dating the head-cheerleader, or something?"

She laughed, and smacked his chest. "Of course not."

"Well, heads up, she's totally into you" He said with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"How do you know?" Quinn quirked a brow.

"I just know" He wiggled his brows. "Be safe"

She let him go then, and dragged him by the hand, "Santana this is Mike, my best friend, Mike this is my captain Santana"

"We're friends" Santana established and smiled, she didn't know why she didn't like that Quinn referred to her in a strictly cheer-related, professional way. They were friends, why didn't Quinn introduce her as such?

"Oh I bet." he said with a wink. Had Quinn spoke about her to him? Hmm. She'd have to ask later.

"And the champions are the McKinley Titans!"

Santana smiled, and hugged Quinn. She'd finally won a championship, and it was all thanks to this hazel-eyed blonde.

…

True to her word, the Friday before prom resulted in Santana driving over to Quinn's and them going shopping for their gowns.

The following day, Quinn picked her up and they wore matching maroon gowns and were a stunning duo.

Prom was everything she could have hoped for. Except she was not dating Quinn. Santana had won prom Queen and shared the dance with Sam who was elected prom king.

If that bothered Quinn, she did not mention it. So they went home that night and hugged good night. They were definitely on good terms, and Santana would be happy if they were at least friends. She was positive they had effectively restored their friendship.

...

It was senior year, the summer had consisted of Quinn going to California with Fran who attended USC and chilling with her. Quinn had toned up immensely, and her confidence was through the roof.

Senior year went by better than she could hope for, she and Santana were the best of friends and Rachel was really cool too.

So casually eating lunch with Santana one day, she asked, "Have you made your decision for which college you're attending in the fall?"

"Well, UCLA offered me a full-ride and I kind of want to piss Fran off. So, yeah" Quinn said with a shrug.

"Quinn, I decided to attend UCLA next fall!" Holy. damn. This had to be a sign that Quinn and Santana's friendship did not end here, right? It had to be, right?

"So I guess we're both going to be bruins, huh?' Quinn smiled cheekily, "I'm excited to be in the big city with you"

Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoyed this last chapter.