Hey guys:) I wanne thank all of you for reading and to those of you that reviewed...you rock! Now I think I should clear up some things real quick. First of yes this is going to be Quinn and Santana, but it will take a while to get there. Second I am not following canon, I use some canon elements, but my version of it if you will. So guys don't be dissapointed if things are diffrent from the show. And third...I love Rachel so hang in there with me things are not always what they seem. Ok I think that was more than enough from me though. As before...enjoy:)

Santana looked around the Starbucks taking in the bustle going on around her. She had managed to get there before Quinn. She had to admit she was actually really looking forward to their lunch. She was still amused by their phone call. It was such an unlikely Quinn thing to do, to just randomly call for the sake of seeing if the person picked up. It did remind her of someone though. I wonder if we will be going back to awkward as fuck, or only slightly awkward?

Quinn smiled softly as she watched Santana a second before making her presence known. She really did look good in that uniform. She looked strong and steady. The angry Santana from High School was no where to be seen. And if Quinn had to guess she would say that Santana had learnt how to harness that anger into something more productive. And it looked good on her. I wonder what you are thinking about so hard? 'Santana hi.' Quinn grinned when Santana didn't react seemed whatever Santana was thinking about was all consuming. She lightly touched Santana's shoulder. 'Sorry you were so preoccupied you didn't hear me.'

Santana closed her eyes a second just to calm herself down. She really hated when people startled her. 'No problem. And hi.' Santana smiled at Quinn motioning her to a chair. 'I got your coffee. Thought that way we would have more time to talk.'

Quinn eyed the coffee but didn't say anything. Ok that is my order.

Santana chuckled, well it was nice to know that she could still stump Quinn. 'Quinn you've been drinking your coffee the same for as long as I can remember. We had coffee enough times for me to notice. And you are a creature of habit.'

'You should have become a detective or something.' Quinn teased as she sipped slowly.

Santana rolled her eyes. 'I think one of us gracing that particular calling is enough, but thank you.' She took a sip of her own drink. This time having opted for something warm. It was just that kind of day. Rainy and grey. Which called for hotchocolate. 'So how was the rest of weekend, randomly called an other people?'

Quinn never hated that she was blond more than at that moment. She could feel her ears turn red. Well how do I answer that. Well yes Santana had a great weekend I had a lovely time with both of our ex, both of our first love? This is why everything feels so awkward! 'No, no only you. And the rest of my weekend was just spent at home sleeping and catching up on house work. How about you, did you ever find the zoo?'

Oh and I believe that. So there is a boy, but no ring. Interesting. 'No I gave up on the zoo. But I did have a good time.' Santana finally just burst out laughing. 'God how is it that every time we meet up things just couldn't get any more awkward?'

Quinn wrinkled her nose and shrugged. 'I guess we both don't know what subjects are ok to talk about and which are a no no.'

'You have a point.' Santana sat back tapped her her finger on the table top then nodded her mind made up. 'I am not trying to hide anything, but you know I have never been the best at talking.' She bit her lip and looked Quinn in the eye. 'I won't get offended by anything you ask me and I will try and answer as well as I can. Cause I know you well enough to know you have a whole book full of questions. And frankly so do I. So how about we just say anything goes, but if you don't wanto to answer you don't have to.'

Quinn really looked at Santana. It was obvious she meant what she had said. 'Same goes. And I think that some of the questions will be hard for both of us. So how about we take them as they come. Not force them. We have ten years to cover. That is huge. So no shying away from the questions, but no forcing.'

'Agreed.' Santana agreed, that sounded good. It gave them both some breathing space about the things they still didn't want to talk about. Like Alejandra, how do I bring her up in a conversation? 'So who is the guy?'

'Huh?' Quinn blinked a couple of times then couldn't help it she started giggling. Trust Santana to step right into one of the big questions without knowing it. So totally Santana.

Santana looked on completely perplexed. Quinn was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes. 'Well not exactly the response I was expecting, that's for sure.' She said dryly after a few minutes.

'Oh god I'm sorry...it's just...it's been a while since I did this.' Quinn could help one last laugh. I usually just let people make their own assumptions. 'Sorry. As I was saying been a while since I had to do this.'

'Do what exactly, cause you aren't really being very specific there Quinn?' Santana cocked her head and waited.

'To answer your question your answer from before. There was definitely no guy. I think the last guy I had was Sam, back at McKinley, or maybe it was Finn. Hell I don't even remember.' Quinn could clearly see total confusion crossing Santana's face. And why wouldn't she be completely confused. Last she knew I was oh so straight.

'Oh please tell me you haven't joined some weird celibacy cult.' Santana scrunched up her nose. She really was a little lost. And had the feeling what Quinn was saying should be of so obvious. But this was Quinn. She had the ability to utterly confuse Santana without really trying to. She always had.

This of course only set Quinn off again. 'Hardly.' Ok you are enjoying this way to much.

Santana blinked then it hit her. Oh my god I am dense. 'No fucking way.'

'Do pride every year and everything.' Quinn grinned at Santana crookedly. As always it felt like a huge relief.

'Who would have thought.' Santana shook her head. 'When did that epiphany hit you?'

Quinn bit her lip smiled sadly. 'Oh about the same time it did you if I had to guess.'

'Wow, I had no idea.' Santana sat back and looked at Quinn hard. 'You had one hell of a poker face.'

Quinn hummed her agreement. 'I learnt from the best. How do you think my mom survived so many years with Russel? I was just getting to the point where I was going to talk to you.' She chuckled when she saw Santana's eyes go wide. 'Don't be so surprised Santana. When Finn outed you I got scared again, and things went to hell for you. Ironically few months later I got involuntarily outed myself. Difference was my mom already knew and was ok with it. And I had bigger things to worry about.'

'You still could have talked to me Quinn. I mean I don't know if I would have been any good for you. But maybe just knowing that we were both not alone...I don't know it might have helped us both.' Santana squeezed Quinn's hand gently. She knew she was very close to crying. This is why I avoid talking about all this. And now this? 'I am sorry you were outed, I know it sucks.' Santana bit her lip, being outed was one of the worst moments in her life, and she had had more than a few. So she was curious what could have been going on with Quinn that was more worry some. 'Can I ask you what happened...'

Quinn nodded she understood, and was grateful that Santana wasn't demanding just asking. 'You want to know why I am brushing my outing under the rug.' Quinn closed her eyes for a second. 'Around the middle of senior year I was on my way to a wedding when I was hit by a drunk driver. It left me paralysed from the waist down. I mean it was temporary, but I had it basically relearn everything to do with legs.'

'Well fuck me. Yea I would say screw you too to an outing.' Santana looked Quinn once up, trying to make sure she was ok.

Quinn chuckled, that was definitely new. Santana was being caring and even sweet, well that probably wasn't new, he showing it though was. 'You won't see anything. I have bad scaring on my back and some on my shoulder and hip and thigh. But other than that.' She shrugged a little self-consciously.

'I am glad you got through Quinn. And you obviously got out stronger than before.' Santana decided that that was more than enough serious talk. And Quinn was obviously becoming shy about it. And Santana understood, she was not looking forward to explain her own scars when Quinn asked and she knew she would. Scars were in her opinion something so very personal. 'Ok now that we have established that you are a ridiculously strong, stubborn and driven woman. And that you bat for my team. Yea go my team cause you are awesome.' Santana winked at Quinn making her snort, breaking the slight tension had had been growing between them. 'I now want to know who made you blush so cutely before? Tell me Quinn do you have a gorgeous woman waiting for you at home?'

'Uhm...' How do I handle that one. She said just talk get it out. But me having been with Brit? I don't know. Quinn had never been so grateful as right that second when her phone started ringing. 'Sorry. Fabray...ok yea I'm on my way pick me up I'm at the Starbucks.'

Santana pouted Quinn obviously had someone and she was so close to finding out who. What fascinated her was that Quinn seemed so reluctant to tell her. It wasn't like she would know the woman. Must be serious then I guess. 'You know I am going to get it out of you Qiunn eventually, but for now I won't push. Now go and give me a call so we can get together again.'

Quinn bit her lip, well Santana pouting was cute she had to admit. 'Will do. You know Santana we have so much more in common than you think, so much more.'

Santana frowned what was that supposed to mean? 'I'm sure that will make sense at some point. Stay safe Quinn.'

'It will. Bye Santana.' Quinn hurried outside. I can not believe I just did that.

Santana glanced up at the knock on her door. She was just about finished with work, and was itching to go get Alejandra so she really didn't want to be caught by one of the other officers, but she really couldn't pretend to be not there. If I have to listen one more time how I could improve my teaching methods, I will scream. 'Come in! Jensen, what can I do for you.' Santana cocked her head curious as to what he wanted. For the last week her group of misfits had been very well behaved. No trouble whatsoever. Not that she was deluding herself that it would stay like that. But it had been nice.

'Sergeant.' Jensen shuffled in nervously. He wasn't sure whether he was really all that welcome in his Sergeants office, but her was getting nervous and thought that maybe she would agree to let him go running with her like she had offered. She had told them she would give them tips. Maybe she would let him ask her a few questions too. 'Permission to speak freely?'

Santana threw her pen on her desk and sat back. It was fascinating how incredibly uncomfortable Jensen looked. This should be interesting. 'Speak your mind Jensen.'

First of I wanted to apologize to you for that prank last week. I realize it was really stupid and I don't know what I was thinking.' Jensen breather out, apology done. Santana gave him a small nod. 'And the other thing...well we have that big training exercise this Friday and Saturday and well...I was wondering if your offer to run with you was still open?'

Santana lips curved into a small smirk. Well, well I didn't think he would be one of the nervous ones. Nerves are good they keep you sharp. 'It's still open, you are more than welcome to join. Polter already has.'

Relief flooded Jensen and he managed his own grin. 'Thank you Sergeant.'

'Jensen before you leave who are the unofficial group leaders for my two units?' Santana had to form two small units that would work together in the exercise and she knew that although it was up to her to pick the leaders, that her soldiers had already picked for themselves. 'Oh don't look at me like that, I know exactly how you guys think.'

'Oh well Polter for my group, cause that guy is just seriously good at all this. And...well Saber for the others.' Jensen looked at his feet, he thought that was a terrible idea. But what Saber wanted Saber got.

Santana winced, Saber was to brash and over confident and would more than likely get his group caught within hours. Polter however she agreed with. He was still way to quiet, but her had the most knowledge out of all of them. He would grow into the role. 'That is unfortunate.'

Jensen bit his lip, he didn't want to overstep, but he had experience with people like Saber. Sometimes you just had to let them shoot themselves in the foot. 'Sergeant can I make a suggestion?'

Santana was starting to really enjoy her conversation with Jensen. For all his joking and kidding he seemed to have a good handle on things. And he wasn't scared to speak his mind, but kept it respectful. I think I like him. 'Why not, go ahead. I'm curious now anyway.'

'My dad used to say that with some people you had to give them enough rope to hang themselves real good before they would start listening to you.' Jensen commented carefully. Now what Santana did with that information was really up to her.

Santana snorted amusedly at Jensen. She had been thinking along the same lines. If she changed things up Saber would simply be pissed and more than likely still fuck it up. If she didn't interfere he would well and truly shoot himself in the foot. Then maybe he would start listening to her. 'Your dad was a clever man Jensen. Now if that was all, I need to finish up here.'

'No that's it Sergeant, thank you.' Jensen saluted quickly then left. He felt decidedly better about everything. Now back to cleaning. Ugh I wonder how long we are going to be punished. I don't think I can take many more glares from everyone.

'Are you even listening to me there Quinn?' Kerry waved her hand in front of Quinn to try and get some reaction from her partner. Who had been even more quiet than usual. She grunted in satisfaction when Quinn jerked towards here.

'Fuck, what?' Quinn snapped, she had been going over her conversation with Santana. Over and over and over. And for the live of her she couldn't decide whether it had been a good thing or not. It had been so easy to tease Santana, and Santana seemed pretty amused by it. But she knew that Santana wasn't going to let it go. She had changed, but not that much. And Quinn just wasn't ready to explain Brittany and her to Santana. I wouldn't even know how to explain me and her now to Santana. It is not my place.

'Hey don't you go biting my head off. You've been of in la la land the whole day. What the hell is going on?' Kerry asked somewhat snappy. Quinn had been more or less useless to her all day. And the case they were working was huge. She needed Quinn focussed and present. So if that meant figuratively smacking her upside the head, well she was all for it. 'And don't you dare tell me nothing! I know you better than that.'

Quinn groaned and rubbed her temples, she knew she was over thinking things. As if that was news to her, she tended to do that a lot. You are scared of nothing. 'I had coffee with Santana.'

'Ok?' Kerry waited for Quinn to go one then started cursing in her head. How the hell Quinn got anything done was beyond her. The woman lived in her bloody head. All the time. 'I am gonne shoot you, I swear! If you don't start talking like right now!'

Quinn blinked then simply nodded slowly. Kerry didn't loose her cool often, but every now and then she would. She had never really lost her patients wit Quinn, so it made an impression. 'I don't know how to tell Santana about me and Brittany.'

Kerry blinked then smirked. She knew it. They are totally together. 'Not that I am not thrilled at finally getting confirmation about you and other blondie. Nice catch by the way. Although you two together are just ridiculously blond! But what I don't get is why would Santana care about who you are knocking boots with?'

Quinn wanted to smack herself. She had managed to keep her private life and her work life nearly completely separate, and now she was up and telling Kerry way more than she ever wanted her to know. But she knew she had opened that door. The second she brought Santana up she had opened the door. To late now. 'Dated, past tense.'

'You live with her Quinn, that ain't past tense.' Kerry said simply, then motioned for Quinn to go on.

'Look there is a lot you are not aware of. And frankly it's not my place to tell.' Quinn's jaw tensed a second. 'As for what Brit and Santana have to do with all this? I guess for you to really understand I better tell you a little bit of my past. Brit, Santana and me all started High School on the cheerleading squad. We were the typical stereotype though. Date a jock make peoples lives hell. You know the usual. But things changed. For one I got pregnant, with a boy that was not my boyfriend. Got kicked out. Santana got angry as she started to realise that she was gay. Didn't help that that School was a homophobic hell hole. So while I pulled into myself Santana took her displeasure out on the general public. The only person who could reach us both was Brit. God the woman has the patients of an angel.'

Kerry knew her eyes were all but popping out of her head. Well jesus, nothing for nearly to years and now. She has a kid? How the hell do I not know that? She watched as Quinn got completely lost in the past. The look Quinn wore was hard to decipher. There were so many conflicting emotions flitting across her face.

Quinn blinked bringing herself back to the present. 'Anyway Santana and Brit started, well for a lack of a better word, screwing around with each other eventually dating in secret. A few months after though they decided that they would make better friends than lovers. And Santana was just to scared to come out. But to anyone observing it looked like they were dating, it was a huge open secret and they had always been very handsy with each other. Not scared to show affection at all. Then Santana and Brittany got outed, by my stupid ass ex boyfriend, to the whole fucking state. While Brit's parents were ok with it Santana's were most definitely not. Her life went to hell, and I just...melted into the background because I was scared. And then she was gone. I came out to my mom, who had taken me back in. And then things just got horrible for Brit. Rumours started going around as to why Santana was gone and then nastier things about her and Santana, I'm pretty sure you can fill in the blanks there. You see Santana always protected Brit from everyone, because Brit never thought bad of people and was, well she was just special and unique not always the best thing to be in High School. As soon as she left people started bullying her. That's when I started stepping up. I tried my best, but I didn't have the reputation that Santana had, and by then I wasn't a cheerleader any more, I was just the stupid girl that got pregnant at sixteen, and we just both became targets. It just got worse when I got into a car crash and was in a wheelchair for basically the last half year of senior year.' Quinn stopped again internally wincing, yea she was pretty much spilling everything. Cliff note version of course.

Kerry decided she really didn't know shit about Quinn. Cause she had no idea of any of this. A kid, a crash that left her temporarily paralysed? She was kicked out of her home and then taken back? Well wow. 'You have some game face there Fabray.'

Quinn actually managed to chuckle at that. Exactly what Santana said. 'Lots of practise.' She dryly commented. 'Things with Brittany just happened. One night about two months before graduation we were watching a movie when Brit suddenly turned of the movie and plopped onto my lap and looked at me pouting. And let me tell you that pout is killer. She asked me whether she was going to have to ask me out to. And informed me that it wasn't fair that she was always the one to have to ask the girls out.' Quinn smiled at the memory of Brittany on her lap with that complete sombre and serious expression of hers. It was one of her favourites. 'After assuring her that no she didn't have to ask me out. I made sure to make a big spectacle of asking her out. You know flowers candy and dance and singing. The whole nine yards. Things with me and Brit were always so easy. Effortless really, that I guess hasn't changed. We dated for nearly four years.'

Kerry nodded she didn't get how this pertained to Santana. 'Look it sounds like one huge mess. But why would would you not tell Santana? I can not imagine that she expected either you or Brittany to not move on.'

'It's not that, I just...I don't want to hurt her. Before she disappeared it was so obvious she was still in love with Brit.' Quinn frowned that was the crux. She didn't want to hurt Santana or Brittany or herself for that matter.

Kerry sat back and mulled things over. There was so obvious so much more to the story. But what she heard was enough to get a good idea what was going on. Quinn blamed herself to some extent about what happened. She was also a fixer. She wanted to fix everything so she wouldn't hurt the people she loved. 'Quinn don't take this wrong, but there is no way you will be able to get through ten years of history with Santana without getting your feelings hurt a little here and there hurting and vice versa. But not telling the truth just sets you up to make it worse. You both loved the same girl, and you both dated her. It is what it is. She's smart so I'm sure she'll understand. And I think when she sees just how much Brittany means to you she'll be happy that she found someone that takes such good care of her.' Kerry looked at Quinn to let her words sink in a little. 'Now can we get to work or what?'

Quinn snorted, that all sounded so easy. It was also true, but this was so complicated. Later Quinn, now focus. 'Lets get to it then.'

'Finnaly! Oh and Quinn?' Kerry grinned when Quinn turned around. 'I am so gonna buy that girl of yours, that is apparently not yours, a few toaster ovens.' She started laughing when Quinn flipped her off.

Santana grinned at Millie when she opened the door, this was her favourite time of the day. 'Hey Millie.'

'Well you look happy sweetie, good day?' Millie asked as she let Santana in who of course made a straight line to Alejandra.

Santana picked Alejandra up and peppered her face with butterfly kisses. 'Hey baby girl, did you miss me?' She turned to Millie who was casually leaning against the door frame. 'I did actually have a pretty good day. How was my girl, give you any trouble?'

'Oh she was her cranky self. But I wouldn't want it any other way. She is going to a hand full and then some.' Millie snickered when Santana groaned. 'Paybacks and all that huh?'

Santana nodded emphatically. 'You have no idea, I was a nightmare growing up.' She poked Aljejandra lightly in the stomach making the little girl giggle. 'But you won't give your old mama that much trouble, will you? No, no you won't cause you are mama's little angel.' She kissed Alejandra softly sighing happily completely content.

Millie chuckled, she loved watching Santana with Alejandra. The both were both the happiest when they were around each other there was no denying it. And Santana for all her bluff and bravado was a sweetheart it was so obvious. 'You had another coffee date today didn't you?'

'Yes, and I am glad to announce we had a semi not awkward time.' Santana grinned she really had once again enjoyed talking to Quinn. Even though they had gotten into slightly more serious topics. It was inevitable. 'That girl totally played me though, such a little sneak.' She made faces at Alejandra as she spoke.

'Oh?' Millie didn't push she knew that Santana would talk eventually.

Santana laughed as she quickly summed up Quinn's stunt. 'See I had no idea, but now looking back some things sure make a heck of a lot more sense.' Santana chortled as she thought back to all the time she and Quinn had spent inspecting the Cheerios for wardrobe malfunctions. Oh my god we were such little creepers, and we didn't even know it. Wardrobe malfunctions? Really?

'That is usually how childhood works. When you look back you understand perfectly why you did things that at the time made little to no sense.' Millie slowly pulled Alejandra's things together.

'Yes, that is true. And truly at the time I was so involved with my own issues she could have walked into that school wearing a huge I am gay sign and I would have not gotten it.' Santana sighed, no use feeling bad about that now. It was long over and done with. And if she looked at both her and Quinn's life, they had done pretty well for selves. 'Anyway. Things still good for this Friday and Saturday?'

Millie chuckled, the person that wasn't ok with the arrangements was Santana. It would be the first time Santana would be away from Alejandra that long and she was obviously very nervous about it and not thrilled about the idea at all. 'Hon everything is set. Dre and me are going to have a ball of a time.'

'Right, thanks again, I know you don't usually take over nights, but frankly I don't trust anyone else with Dre.' Santana but her lip hard. The closer the exercise got the more apprehensive she grew. You knew it would happen. Get a grip.

'Sweetie I know you are apprehensive, but I promise I'll take good care of her. And If you hadn't noticed I have adopted you. So none of this thank you for giving up your precious time.' Millie opened Alejandra's stroller then snatched her from Santana arms. 'Have you told your friend about this little bundle of energy?'

'No, I am just not sure how too. Am I supposed to just blurt it out?' Santana grunted unhappily, she was on the fence. She wanted to tell Quinn and she didn't. And that made no sense to her.

'When the moment is right sugar.' Millie clucked at Alejandra when she tried t grab her necklace carefully prising little fingers from it.

'That's a new one. I don't think I have ever had so many nicknames before. Well not positive ones at least.' Santana's lips quirked remembering Sue Sylvester and her insanity. I wonder if she's still there?

'Well when you stop being a sweetheart I'll stop calling you them.' Millie hung Alejandra's bag over Santana's shoulder then started pushing Santana towards the door.

Santana laughed, but let Millie push her to the door. 'You have a date or something Millie?'

'If you must know nosey nellie, I do.' Millie folded her arms daring Santana to say something.

Santana simply snickered. 'Well I wish you and your gentleman caller much success.'

'Get out of here you little brat!' Millie laughed as Santana took hold of the stroller. 'Bey hon.'

'Stay safe Millie.' Santana waved over her shoulder then walked to her apartment. Going over her day in her head. Not bad at all. Ok could do without some of the memories. But not all of them were bad that counts for something. And Quinn? She was actually funny, and she got me good.

'Brit!' Quinn rushed to her room as she and grabbed a set of fresh clothes. She didn't have more than a couple hours to get shower and some fresh clothes and something to eat before she had to get back. The case they had gotten earlier was much bigger than anticipated and they had a ticking clock. Which meant all hands on deck. Don't you just love your job now?

'I'm in the study.' Brittany answered loudly to make sure that Quinn heard her. She was going over all the information she had managed gather. And there was there nothing she hadn't known before.

Quinn stopped in tracks, Brittany had a study? She backtracked and walked towards where Brittany's voice had come from. 'I thought this was a pantry.' She muttered when she walked in. I've lived here nearly a year and I didn't notice this? Wow what a detective!

Brittany snorted then lent back. 'I don't use it very often.' At Quinn's arched eyebrow she shrugged. 'Ok so I never use it, it wasn't my idea. Hey what are you doing home so early?'

Quinn groaned as she sat down on the arm of Brittany's chair. 'Big case. Captain sent me and Kerry home for some food and clean clothes. I will probably be gone most of the week.' Brittany simply nodded, it wasn't the first time. Quinn knew that Brittany would probably show up at some point with fresh clothes for her and some food for everyone. It was such a Brittany thing and she had done it countless other times. 'What is all this.' Quinn lent closer and scanned all the papers messily spread over the desk and felt her heart clench. 'Oh Brit baby.'

Brittany let Quinn cup her face gently. 'Every time I think I am finally starting to get better...' She felt tears run down her cheeks. She wondered if she would ever stop crying.

Quinn lent down and kissed Brittany softly. 'I know it hurts B, god I can see it every day. I wish I could make it all go away. You know I would if I could' She gently used her thumbs to wipe the tears from Brittany's cheek.

Brittany started really crying at the sweet gesture and flung herself at Quinn burrowing into her. Face pressed hard into the cook of Quinn's neck. He whole body was shaking hard. She was sobbing so hard. 'I ju..just d..don't understand.'

Quinn gripped Brittany tight to her wishing she could do something more. 'I've got you, let it out baby let it out.' Quinn felt her own tears run down her face.

Brittany wasn't sure how long the stayed like that but Quinn's shirt was completely wet from her crying and she was shivering a little, but never let go. 'I'm sorry, so sorry.' She whimpered she felt like a heel.

Quinn hummed softly rocking Brittany. 'It's ok ,come on lets get you to bed.' Quinn helped Brittany to her feet and led her to her room. She knew that Brittany wouldn't be able to face her own right now. She barely ever could. She would end up either with Quinn or on the couch. And when she did go into her bedroom she would cry herself to sleep. 'Come on get in beautiful.' Quinn cooed softly and tucked Brittany in.

'Can you stay till I fall asleep?' Brittany asked as she burrowed deeper into the covers, everything smelled like Quinn and it calmed her down. She wasn't surprised when she felt a soft kiss on her forehead. This happened more often than she cared to admit.

'Course.' Quinn whispered placing another kiss on Brittany's forehead before she sat back and hummed a lullaby. She didn't get up until she was sure Brittany was out. And even then she wished she didn't have to go.

Santana bit her lip, she had once again woken up sweat drenched, at least she hadn't been screaming. She scrubbed her face. 'Jesus.' She got up and stripped and put on another pair of boxers and tank then checked on Alejandra. Luckily she was still sleeping. According her watch it would be a while before she woke up again. She grabbed her phone and opened it and before she could really think about it wrote Quinn a text.

Up for a random chat? San

Sure you can start with why the hell you are awake at this time of night. Quinn

I would guess the same reason you couldn't sleep on Saturday. San

Touché. Anything I can do? Quinn

You working? San

Yea, big case, fucking headache. Quinn

Sorry to hear that. San

Fuck I have to go. I'll call as soon as I can, but it might be a while, sorry. Try and get some sleep

No worries. I will. Stay safe Quinn. San

Santana lay back in bed, she could admit it to herself texting made her feel like teenager again. Or maybe it was Quinn and all the memories talking to her brought up. They had sometimes spent hours texting when they were still at school. Truth be told some of the best conversations they had was via text. Because we had to actually think before we spoke.