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Thoughts in Italics

The apartment is quiet as she enters, only the muffled sound of Mumford and Sons catching her attention. She walks through their empty living room, her anxiety growing as she gets closer to her roommates door. Lightly knocking she takes a few steps back waiting for the girl to emerge.

"What's up?" Comes the greeting as the blonde takes in the sight of a frazzled Santana.

"H-Hey, are you busy?" The Latina asks trying to shake the last bit of nerves from her body.

"Um yea, actually I am. Did you need something?" The blonde walks over to her antique record player to turn down the music. She looks back towards her door before standing at her mirror and continuing to apply her make-up.

"Ah, I just…I just wanted to, um- apologize for the slumber party fight. I know we said some harsh shit and I just wanted you to know that I'm not holding any grudges and that we're cool. You know…for ah, for Britt and all. So…yea, sorry" The brunette finishes.

Santana looks up to find Quinn staring back at her through the mirror. She has no clue what else to say. She thought clearing the air with Q would make things less tense, but as she examines her friend's expression, she can't help but feel like nothing has been resolved. Her and Quinn usually have a slap fest and basically pick up where they left off afterward. Her apologizing seemed like the more mature thing to do, and she honestly had no urge to slap Quinn across the face one good time, just to prove a point.

"Is that it?"

"What's your problem Fabray? I know you like it rough, but I thought we were past all that petty cat fight shit. What?" Santana crosses her arms defensively. "Do you expect me to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness?"

"Apology accepted Santana." Quinn turns to face the brunette. "Now if you don't mind I'd like to finish getting ready in peace."

"Ready for what?"

"Oh, I thought Princess Prim told you. I mean seems like you guys have gotten really close and I just figured she was the type to just talk about any and everything for hours."

"Look, I'm sorry if you don't like Jen. I don't know what she did to rub you the wrong way, but she isn't like that. I have no clue what you're talking about, so maybe you should get your facts straight before making assumptions."

"Well, if you must know…I'm going on a date." The hazel eyed girl states, as she examines a dress she just pulled out of her closet.

"Hm. I guess Prince KRAppa Omega is making his move. "

Quinn had hoped that maybe Santana would show some hint of jealousy, but that comment just made her angrier at the Latina.

"I guess he saw something in me he liked and went for it, which is more than I can say for some people." She responds with a glare.

"Yea, I know exactly what else he is just dying to see in you-" Santana is seething as she fires back.

"Of course, there goes the crass Santana we all know and love. It wouldn't have been a proper apology without that. Are we done?"

"Funny, but no one ever mentioned anything about loving me. I guess just knowing me is enough for "some people" and yes we're done."

~~~~~~~~CM~~~~~~~~

God that woman is infuriating. What gives her the damn right to talk shit about whom I choose to date? I know I probably hit a sore spot talking about her little girl crush Jen, but she doesn't know Liam from a hole in the ground. What the hell do I see in her and what the hell kind of apology was that?

"And they were able to remove my third nipple without the use of that magical scalpel."

"I'm sorry, what?" Quinn tries to remember the topic of conversation.

"Hey, welcome back to earth. Don't worry I can fill you in on the story details later."

"God, I'm an awful date."

"Nah, I figured it was the only way to get your attention. Are you ok? You've a bit distant since I picked you up."

"Yea, everything's fine. I'm so sorry." She states, forcing a smile to grace her lips.

"Quinn, I asked if YOU were ok. Did I come on too strong? We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"I want to. I promise I'm fine."

"Ok good, because I was really hoping that you would see what an amazing catch I am and let me make dating you a more frequent habit."

"We shall see. I wouldn't want to boost that ego of yours too much, since you do such a good job yourself."

"Ok then, enough about me. How does it feel to be an official Delta Pi? Did you get to do that top secret pinning ceremony last night?"

"Honestly…it feels vapid. I really only joined as favor to my friends and I don't exactly know why I followed through with it."

"Well that was a pretty cool thing to do for your friends, but I mean you should really give it a chance. Those girls are really great and I'm sure you will actually become really good friends with some of them."

"Says the Greek God himself."

"Hey it's not my job to sell a sorority, I have a hard enough time getting my guys interested in understanding the whole meaning behind a brotherhood. I've just known a few of those girls since I was a kid and I know that given the chance they can make just about anyone love them."

"Starting with Jennifer Grayson, right?" Quinn deadpans

"Jenny can be a pain in the ass sometimes but she is an awesome friend and an even better sister."

"So I've heard. And what would you know about being a good sorority sister?"

"Well, I actually know nothing about being a sorority sister and I'm pretty sure I'd like to keep it that way." Liam chuckles at his own joke. "However, I know for a fact that she's a great sister because she's actually been my younger sister since she was born."

"Ah come again." The blonde almost chokes, having just taken a sip of her water.

"Jennifer Grayson is my sister...is-is that going to be an issue? I know I probably should have told you sooner, but I didn't want you to think that I had any say in whether you became a Delta or not. As if Jenny would ever ask my opinion on that, but still, I-I just didn't want to ruin any chance of-"

"Liam its ok," Quinn cuts in. "You just surprised me, that's all. I figured you guys were friends from your conversation at the frat house. Siblings never crossed my mind, but that's fine."

"Ok then, I'm glad. I sort of thought that you may not like my sister and was hoping that wasn't the case, since I definitely like you; She really is a great person. To be honest, she's been a bit on edge lately because the girl she likes was a pledge, but now that she has officially become a Delta too, she can finally ask her out."

"I'm sure she's a gem." Quinn states, trying to mask the sarcasm.

"Anyways, enough about Jenny. I'd like to know more about you."

"Well, I was born and raised in Ohio. Grew up in a very conservative Christian family. I was the head cheerleader of the National Champion Cheerios. I went to Yale for my first year of college and transferred to NYU for law this fall."

"Ok impressive. So if you could meet any three people in the world who would they be?"

"Too easy. I would've love to have met John Lennon, Charles Dickens and Nelson Mandela."

"Hmmm, interesting."

"What?"

"Oh nothing...they're just some really influential icons. All men as well. I can't help but feel like I should be a bit jealous."

"Shut up. They are amazing men and fortunately for you there's zero chance of meeting them, so you can pretty much rest easy."

"I'll tell you what…let's make a deal."

"Last time I made a deal with you, I was tricked into going on a date."

"Hey it worked. Come on, don't chicken out on me now. Are you in?"

"Fine, proceed."

"Ok, since you say there is no chance in hell that you could ever meet any of them, this should prove to be a failure. If I can get you to meet at least one of them…by tonight…I automatically get a kiss goodnight. Deal?" He extends his hand out, hoping this change of plan works out for the best.

"Umm, you do know they're all dead right? And don't even think that street impersonators or cardboard cut outs count."

"Do. We. Have. A. Deal?"

~~~~~~~~CM~~~~~~~~

"Yes mom…Tubbs and I are fine. I promise to call you more often…I know, I know. I've just been super busy."

"AHH!" Brittany screams after flicking on the light switch to her bedroom. Santana offers the blonde an apologetic look as she mouths an "I'm sorry".

"No mom, I'm fine…San just scared me. I love you too and I'll call you in a few days…Okay…bye mom, I'm hanging up now."

"Jesus Santana! You scared the hell out of me."

"I'm sorry B. I just wanted to make sure I didn't miss you. Your nightlight was on, so I thought you would notice me in here." Brittney nods in understanding.

"I was just looking at your pictures."

Brittany makes her way further into the room, taking notice of the picture in the brunette's hand.

"This is one of my favorites. We thought we were so cool for sneaking out past curfew to see the midnight release of Step Up." Brittany lips curl into a small smile at the memory.

"You were so excited, Britt. It had been a while since a movie about dance had come out. You said it would be our last adventure before we started school on Monday." Santana looks up into blue eyes, "I think I watched you more than the movie that night. I remember how your eyes lit up so bright as you watched the screen. I could see you subtly moving along to the music, trying to pick up the choreography. Then as we were walking out, you yanked me into that photo booth and before I knew what was happening the flashes were going off."

A small sigh escapes Brittany as she reaches for the photo. She places it back on her dresser, knowing that things are about to get deep.

"Britt, I-I know I've been an ass lately. I'm sorry for shutting you out and completely dodging our talk. Truth is I was scared, I just…and then you…I should have-"

"Slow down San. I'm not going anywhere; we can talk about this calmly. I was scared too; I'm still scared. Maybe getting in the shower with you was a bad idea. Maybe kissing you and letting things go so far was even worse. I just wanted you to understand, I wanted you to know, Santana."

"You wanted me to know what Britt-Britt?"

"That I'm still in love with you. That after everything that has happen since our break-up, my heart still belongs to you. I feel like such an idiot, because it's clear that you don't feel the same and even though I said no strings attached I owe it to myself to be honest with you."

"Brittany, I-"

"It's okay, San. I don't need an explanation; I know that you love me. I know that you have always loved me, and I know that no matter what you will love me forever, as your best friend. I also know that you like Jennifer. I've seen the way you light up when she's around and how passionate that kiss was you shared. After thinking about it, I'm okay with that. Maybe you should go out with her or whomever catches your fancy. However, you should know that I'm not giving up on us. I'll wait as long as I have to, because your happiness means a lot to me. If I have to let you go so that you can find what you're looking for, I'll do it and when you realize that our love is like nothing else out there, I'll be right here."

"B, I don't know what to say. I wasn't expe-"

"Shh… sweetheart, it's okay." Brittany caresses her tan cheek with the pad of her thumb.

"We're still best friends. Nothing or no one will ever change that. Okay?"

Santana slightly nods seeing nothing but honesty and adoration in Brittany's eyes. The blonde leans in and gently pecks her ex-girlfriend's lips.

~~~~~~~~CM~~~~~~~~

"So, are you ready for the next part of our date?"

"Let me guess a cheesy movie followed by some dancing at a random club one of your friends suggested?"

"Damn, how did you know?"

"Just a gift I guess." Quinn smiles at the fact that her and Liam's banter almost feels as natural as hers and Sa-…she shakes the thought away.

"As much as I'd love to sit through another rom-com induced headache, our little bet will be taking us somewhere a bit different."

They pull into a dark alley and Liam reaches to the back seat, rummaging through his gym bag. He pulls out a headband, before looking at the curious blonde.

"Uhh, okay? I'm not really dressed for basketball, much less in a deserted alley that's pitch black."

"Do you trust me?"

"Honestly- not really…It's kinda soon to tell if you're some sort of psychopathic frat boy, whose seen one too many scream movies."

"Noted. Yet you still accepted my date request, told me where you live and agreed to let me kiss you goodnight."

"First of all, I only agreed to the bet, not to kissing you and second what's the headband for smartass."

"Blind-fold, Lucy Q."

"Lucy Q?" Quinn can't help the knot that forms in her stomach at the nickname. Only one person has ever called her that and she's pretty sure it sounds best coming from Santana's lips.

"Yeah, I thought I would test it out. Am I being too forward? I'm sorry, I knew I shouldn't have called you that. I just got carried away. You're just so beautiful and feisty and I thought we were getting to know each other better…"

"No, its- its okay, Liam. Here give me the headband." She puts it on and pushes it down to cover her eyes. "No one is going to see me like this right?" Liam chuckles before responding, "Well, no one important. Come on, let me help you out."

He exits the car coming around to open the blonde's door. He gently takes her hand tugging her to her feet. After a few knocks to what she assumes is the metal door she saw when they had parked, she hears a series of locks followed by a man's voice.

"Hey Liam, what was so top secret that you couldn't use the main entrance?" The stranger opens the door wider to see a shy looking Quinn with what looks to be a headband stretched across her eyes. "Oh, my bad…didn't mean to kill your game bro?"

"Alright, Alright Nate, get it out of your system. Can we please come in?"

"Right this way Casanova." Nate gestures for the couple to enter the building.

"Thanks, I think I can take it from here. I owe you one; I'll make sure to let Allison know what a good sport you were."

"Please do. Being the perfect boyfriend to a princess such as herself can be demanding sometimes, but I love her, so all the brownie points help."

"Oh Nate, I almost forgot. This beautiful young woman is Quinn." The blonde smiles as she's introduced, even though she can't see a thing. "She's the newest Delta-PI."

"Nice to meet you Nate. I'll make sure to let Ally know that her princess ways are a bit too demanding. Thanks for helping Liam out tonight." Quinn smirks knowing Nate's heart has just stopped.

"Damn girls and their gossip." Nate mutters, as the elevator doors close.

As she steps out of the elevator Quinn can hear people speaking excitedly, a lot of "Uuus" and "Ahhs" can be heard, followed by the sound of camera's taking snapshots.

"Liam, I told you I've already been to all the tourist traps New York has to offer."

"Are you sure about that?" he replies as they come to a stop. She can feel him slowly step behind her, his presence making her tense. She feels his breath tickling her ear, "I'd do just about anything to make you smile." She shivers, unable to hide the blush taking over her cheeks. "Are you ready?"

She slightly nods her head in response. Seconds later the blind-fold begins to lift and her jaw drops in amazement.

He did it. I can't believe he freaking did it.

She glances at a smirking Liam who is currently standing next to Nelson Mandela, well his wax figure anyway.

"So, what flavor lip gloss are you wearing? I just want to know what I'll be sampling later." Liam wears a proud smile as the feeling of accomplishment washes over him.

"You are something else. You know this totally goes against the rules right."

"Uh, Uh, Uh, Lucy Q. You said no impersonators or card board cut outs. Mr. Mandela this beautiful intelligent and extremely gullible woman is Quinn Fabray. Quinn meet Nelson." Liam motions towards the wax statue.

Quinn decides to play along, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Mandela. I hope you don't mind my company, he is a bit of a cheese ball."

"You ain't seen nothing yet." He reaches for his phone in his back pocket and nudges the blonde more towards the life size Nelson Mandela.

"We have to get a picture of this, I mean no one will believe you otherwise."

"Aww! Isn't that sweet Edgar?" An elderly woman comments to her husband as they watch Liam bring his phone up to take a picture.

"Get on in there with her, Champ. I'll take the picture for you."

Liam smiles at the old couple, "Thank you, sir." He awkwardly stands beside Quinn.

"Come on Champ, let's make it a good one. Show your girlfriend some love."

Quinn can feel her cheeks heat up at the statement. Liam begins to shuffle closer to the blonde wrapping an arm around her waist, "Is this okay?" he whispers.

She looks down at his hand pressing lightly into her abdomen. I have to get over her. It's time for me to move on. She thinks to herself before offering Liam a soft smile and placing her hand over his.

"Yes." She finally answers; I think it will be.

"What a beautiful couple. Hurry up and take the picture Edgar!"

"Ok kids, smile!" *Snap*

~~~~~~~~CM~~~~~~~~

"I think Edgar had a bit of a crush on you."

"Shut up. I'm not the one who got called a beef cake by a seventy year old married woman."

"Hey, if I wasn't so busy chasing after you, I might give Myrtle a call."

"Ok gross and note to self, Liam has an extreme cougar fetish."

They continue to laugh as they make it upstairs to the apartment.

"So," Liam begins. "Thanks for the date."

"Yeah, I actually had a great time, even though you're a complete cheater."

"I should be offended but it was so worth it for the prize."

Quinn taps her chin in thought. "Hmm…so you think you still deserve the prize, huh?"

"Hey, you never said it couldn't be a wax figure. Madame Tussauds wax museum was fair game."

"Yeah, that's true. It's kinda like how you never said the kiss had to be on the lips, so I guess we're even." The blonde lays a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"Well played, Lucy Q. I'll just have to think of something better for our next date." He smiles hoping she caught his request. "Goodnight, Ms. Fabray."

He turns to walk away but before he takes a step, Quinn grabs the front of his shirt bringing him forward. Their lips finally meet in a slow sensual kiss, causing Liam to place his hands on her hips to steady himself.

"Mmm, cherry my favorite." He smiles against her lips.

"Goodnight, Liam."

~~~~~~~~CM~~~~~~~~

A Few Weeks Later…

"Hey Quinnie."

"Hey Britt. I'm guessing you got the urgent meeting text from Jennifer."

The blondes quickly walk along the sidewalk that leads to the Delta house.

"Yeah I did. I thought she said last week that we would meet again Wednesday. Guess it's important."

"Yeah, maybe she has a fashion emergency, and she needs our help picking out her next outfit…the princess must always look impeccable."

"So, I take it you still haven't warmed up to Jen."

Quinn scoffs in response.

"She's not that bad, Quinn. In fact, she's really nice."

"Britt, need I remind you the "Really Nice" girl you're talking about has been hanging out a little too much with a certain someone. A someone who I agreed to help you get back; She's the enemy Brittany."

"Quinn, I already told you that Santana and I have an understanding. She knows how I feel and I gave her my blessing to date whomever she'd like. I think it'll make our relationship stronger when she finally comes back to me. Anyway, enough about Santana and Jen. How are you and Liam doing? You guys have been going out a lot lately…are you a thing yet?"

Quinn blushes at the mention of Liam. They've been on a few dates and she honestly loves hanging out with him.

After their first date she promised herself to give him a real chance, despite what her heart was saying. In a way she felt guilty. She knows her heart belongs to someone else, but the fact that two other women have a better chance to win over her Latina, make it pointless to confess her feelings now. Liam is a great catch. He's handsome, smart, athletic, and has an amazing personality. She's had to try hard not to compare him to what she truly wants every time they hold hands, kiss or touch in anyway.

"We Um- we're doing good. Things are pretty great actually."

They walk up the stairs and into the sorority house. Both girls follow the voices towards the grand room. Looks like everyone is pretty much here, but after carefully scanning the room they notice that their roommate is nowhere to be found.

"I guess San is running late."

"Or maybe, she's upstairs keeping Jennifer's sheets warm."

Brittany rolls her eyes dismissing her friend's comment.

"Thank you ladies so much for coming." Jen speaks to the room full of women. "I know it was super short notice, but I really need help from my sisters."

"What's going on Jenny?" Allison questions her friend.

"Well as most of you know I've been seeing someone for a few weeks now and she's pretty amazing. I don't think I've ever fallen so hard for someone, and it's been nerve wrecking." The Brunette admits, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Anyway, my point is that I'm more than ready to be her girlfriend, but I need you all to go along with my plan."

"Hells yeah, Jenny! Anything you need we got your back."

"Thanks Tara. I'm glad to hear it."

Jen's gaze shifts to the doorway where Quinn and Brittany stand, knowing the affects her next statement will have.

"It's time for me and Santana to become official."