Orientation goes as well as could be expected. Lots of people listening on about how enriched and fulfilling their lives will be just for attending NYU…yada, yada, yada.
I know I can get a great education here, that's why I applied and happily accepted entry. Honestly, I gots to make something of myself. I once said fame is my mistress and you know cream always rises to the top. Except, in my cappuccino of life there is a bit of caramel on top of that cream, and I totally mean that in the most literal sense. Santana Lopez always comes out on top!
After orientation they decide to hit the ground running and take in the sites. Santana stayed true to her word and made sure to give her roommates the grand tour. They visited the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State building and about five other tourist traps, before making it back to their apartment with the infamous Junior's Cheesecake in tow.
"I hope the two of you are happy. My feet haven't hurt this much since coach Sylvester made us run laps on sandpaper, just to show us the true meaning of roughing it." Santana said while trying to rub the pain away from each toe.
"Oh Sanny, you know you had fun. After a hot shower and some pain meds we can have our world-renowned Disney movie night!" Brittany stated as she skipped about, humming Zippity-Do-Dah.
"Well, I'm beat. No movie night for me; just a shower and my bed." Quinn slid her shoes off and made her way towards her room.
"Of course Fabray, we all know how little miss sunshine needs all her beauty sleep. Britt and I will totally ring in our first night here with the marathon to end all marathons, except I'll be doing it with a tall glass of tequila."
"Nice…Brittany will be passed out after the first movie, and you will be drunk after the first scene. How could I deprive myself of so much fun? Goodnight."
"Gosh, I fall asleep one time and never live it down." Brittany states bitterly, with pouted lips. "She knows I was tired that night from taking Lord Tubbington to his AA meeting."
"Don't worry B, we will have our own night without Oscar the grouch. She's the one missing out, cuz we're the coolest chicks she knows and poor whittle Quinnie is just LAAAMMMEEE." Santana raised her voice, just to make sure Quinn got the memo.
Thank God Santana had talked Brittany into having the movie marathon in her room, because just as Quinn suspected, the blonde fell asleep shortly after Beauty and The Beast. The Latina was thankful that she wouldn't have to wake the blonde by trying to carry her into her room. Especially since she is a bit buzzed and still has to muster up enough strength to feed her craving.
The brunette slides off the bed, turning to make sure her friend doesn't wake up. She catches a glimpse of the toned legs stemming from the pink boy shorts that Brittany is wearing. She smiles at the girl and places a sweet kiss to her forehead, before shutting the door gently.
She notices that Quinn's bedroom light is still on, since her bedroom door faces Brittany's. She thinks about knocking, but decides against it, not wanting to ruffle any feathers this late at night.
Just as she turns, she hears the door open and whips around to meet hazel eyes. Quinn stands there in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and a tight white tank top, that leaves little to the imagination.
"Hey..." Quinn offers, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, while her eyes skim over the low-rise sweatpants and tight black tank top the Latina was sporting.
"Uhm…Hey…. I'm sorry if I woke you." the brunette replies, wondering where the lump in her throat came from.
"No, umm…I-I was just going to the bathroom. How was the marathon? Seems like it ended kinda early." Quinn stated with a small smirk.
"Ok Q, you made your point. Now if you'll excuse me, I was on my way to the kitchen for a midnight snack before I was so rudely interrupted."
Santana starts to make her way down the hallway.
"Hmmm, that sounds tempting. What did you have in mind?"
"Wanky Fabray. I knew you had the hots for me, but on the first night?"
"Jesus Lopez, do you ever not have your mind in the gutter?"
"That depends on which gutter we're referring to; you have to be a little more specific." Santana retorts with a smirk.
The Latina gestures towards the kitchen and smiles. Quinn starts to follow and sits down at the breakfast bar, wondering why she bothered to open her bedroom door.
Santana opens up the cabinet and takes out a pack of chocolate chip cookies and pours two glasses of milk.
"What are we, five?" Quinn asks as she rolls her eyes.
"God do you ever just go with the flow? I mean, I'm trying to be nice here Q."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you took your midnight snack so seriously." They both chuckle and start making small talk.
Around 3:00AM they decide they should probably call it a night and head towards their bedrooms.
The brunette has one foot in her room before glancing over her shoulder. She sees Quinn doing the same.
"Hey San…" the Latina turns to face the questioning hazel eyes.
"Umm…I-I missed you."
After a slight pause, Santana smiles and replies "I missed you more Q."
Quinn can't contain the smile that takes over her lips and the way her heart starts to beat just a little bit quicker as she makes it back to her bed.
At that moment she knew leaving Yale was totally worth it.