Summary: Sequel to Dirty Little Secret

Pairing: strong Rachel/Quinn

Notes: Quinn goes for a run, only to find someone hot on her heels

Warning: none

Disclaimer: I own nothings but the random rambling of which occur in my brain. Glee and any other copyrighted content used belongs to their respective owners.

She enjoys the silence and the feeling of being on the move. Usually she'd have her music thundering in her ears but she forgot her iPod, left it sat on the iPod dock in their room, yes, she'd finally got Rachel to relent and switch their iPod's over for a little while. Even without her music, she found comfort in the sound of her sneakers pounding the turf as she propelled herself forward and sorted through her thoughts, as she tried to come up with the arrangement of words she needed, until a voice breaks into her reverie.

"I thought you were supposed to be a fast runner, Q?" the Latina torments as she comes up beside her best friend.

"I wasn't aware I had a hyena on my heels, S," she shot back, amused that her friend had indeed been able to catch her up, she must've drifted off on a tangent and lost her focus.

"Ha ha, I'm laughing so hard."

"Just so long as you can keep up while you're laughing your ass off," Quinn retorted as she started to pick her pace back up.

"It's cute that you think I ever have a problem keeping up," Santana smirked, even when she was running she was still able to give her trademark smirk effortlessly.

"I'm ignoring the obvious innuendo there."

"You're no fun," she laughed. "So Blondie."

"Don't call me that," the young mother interrupted.

Santana ignored Quinn and continued as though her friend hadn't even spoken, "What problems are you running from today?"

"No problems here," she answered cheerily.

"Don't try and bullshit me, Quinn," she warned sternly.

"No bullshit here either," she turned her head to flash the Latina a grin.

"You're beginning to try my patience here, Fabray," Santana was exasperated.

"Now you know how I feel."

"I will slap you," a large part of her was joking, but a small part of her meant it. She knew all too well that her best friend was a nightmare for bottling things up and then imploding in the worse kind of ways and she would do whatever it took to make sure that didn't happen again.

"Doubtful." She glanced over at her oldest friend and a smirk started to tug at the corners of her lips, "You're struggling to keep up, Lopez."

"You wish." She stepped up her pace to keep in line with the blonde, "Now, enough small chat and spill."

"You call this small chat?"

"Spill it, Q!"

"There's honestly nothing to spill, San," Quinn replied sincerely.

"Bull," Santana spat. "You always run when you got shit on your mind."

"I feel like we've had this conversation before," the blonde began to slow her pace until they came to a stop, she knew that her best friend was like a dog with a bone once she got going and that she wasn't going to let this go until she convinced her that there was truly nothing to worry about, "except, this time there is nothing that you and I need to talk about."

"So there is something!" The Latina cried triumphantly.

"I never said that."

"No, you said there's nothing for us to talk about. Which means there's something you need to talk about with someone else."

A frustrated sigh escaped her mouth, "I hate how all you know me sometimes."

"Suck it up, Q," Santana chuckled. "So, what is it?"

Quinn briefly thought of playing stupid and asking what was what, but decided against it, it was better to treat things with Santana like a band over, the sooner it was done, the sooner it would be over. "I need to talk to Hiram and Leroy about Rachel, and that's all you're getting out of me."

"Hold up," she turned serious all of a sudden, "you're not about to bust Berry's heart, are you?"

Hazel eyes rolled at the mere thought of what was being suggested, "Yes, Santana. I'm going to talk to my girlfriends parents because I want to break up with her." She shook her head and placed her hands on her hips, "Did you not listen to me the other day?"

"I did," she nodded, "and I've been waiting for your ass to freak out over it. You don't believe in high school relationships going the distance."

"I also didn't believe in sex before marriage but I have a beautiful daughter," she pointed out. "People change, San, and it's different with Rachel."

Santana listened to Quinn and knew that the girl was sincere in what she was saying, she'd seen it with her own two eyes, but hearing it just reaffirmed it for her. "OK, so long as you're not going to break Berry's heart."

"One of these days I'll get you to call Rachel by her name."

Santana shrugged, "Don't count on it."

Quinn started jogging on the spot and gave a friendly slap to the Latina's bicep, "Come on, another lap just to prove that your ass can't keep up."

Author's note: Hi guys! So Santana is a nosy bitch as usual lol I wanted to do a couple of chapters that weren't Rachel/Quinn. Before anyone asks the next chapter will be Rachel based, I've already started working on it but I've gotten a little stuck so I'll try and work through it this week. I know some of the sentences are a little long but my brain is too fried to try and fix them. R&R and all that good stuff. I hope you enjoyed it.