Italics = Thoughts as usual & I own nothing...well a few things, but nothing Glee related :(
"It's crazy how fast it got cold this year." Santana mentions, jogging over to her girlfriend before squirting a stream of water into her mouth.
"Yea, making it even crazier that you guys are actually out here playing sports in this weather." Jen replies as she takes in the site of the sweat covered Latina. She subtly licks her lips, watching Santana's rock-hard abs flex beneath her long-sleeved under amour shirt.
"It's not that bad. Maybe you should come play a few downs to get your blood pumpin'." Oblivious to her girlfriend's leering, Santana continues to drink from her bottle.
"Hmmm…very tempting, but I think you would do a way better job of getting my blood pumping." Jen offers Santana her best sex eyes, adorning her face with a devilish grin as she stands up from the central park bench she had been taking refuge in for the past hour.
"You know the best ways to keep me warm."
Finally getting the hint, Santana wraps her arms around Jennifer's waist.
"I love the way your mind works, it's almost as naughty as mine." She replies before pulling her closer and pecking her cold lips.
"What can I say, you bring out the bad girl in me."
"Is that so?"
"MmHmm" Jen seals her response with a kiss.
"Santana! Stop drooling all over my sister and get back out here." A deep voice shouts from the open field behind the pair.
"Gotta go babe. I'm the only one the team that can actually catch." Santana states dropping her arms to her sides, the irritation evident in her tone.
"Thank you for coming out today San. I really want you and my brother to spend some time together. You both mean a lot to me."
The Latina offers a tight lipped smile, slightly nodding her head. She knows how much Jen wants Liam and her to get along, but she can't help it if the guy rubs her the wrong way. Not only has he been trying to show off for the last hour, he's also a total cock block as well. She wants nothing more than to give him a swift kick to the nuts, but since she was trying to make Jen happy, she got stuck playing on his team instead of Allison's.
"Oh, and just so you know," Jennifer wraps her arms around the Latina, giving her ass a light squeeze. "I'm pretty sure you're the only person out there that can perfectly pitch too." Jen makes sure to wink at her girlfriend as she takes her place on the bench, hoping to enjoy the fruits of that compliment tonight.
"Wow Santana, football and baseball? I didn't know you were so athletic." Liam states as him and Nate swig the contents of their water bottles down. Apparently the two had decided to take a breather just as Jen was stating her compliment.
"There are lots of things you don't know about me Liam." Santana chances a glace over her shoulder at her girlfriend.
This is going to be a pain in the ass, she thinks.
"But I guess we have all the time in the world to get to know each other."
Without another word, she jogs back onto the field hoping that the next hour will be full of hardcore play.
She needs to get out some of this pent-up aggression, because at this point, she may just sack her own quarterback.
~~~~~~CM~~~~~~
"Down. Set. Hike!"
Santana sprints across the field, her years of intense Cheerios training helping her gain yards in a matter of seconds.
She knows she has to outrun Nate because Liam called a Hail Mary for a reason.
They're six points down and need to score. She watches as Liam cocks back and bombs the ball down the field.
It's perfect, she looks over her shoulder to see Nate at least five yards behind her. Her arms shoot out, ready to make the catch.
"Hey! San, San the girlie man!"
She momentarily loses her concentration, taking her eyes off the ball to look towards the offending voice.
"Shit, San look out!"
But it's too late. As soon as she turns her head, she feels the impact.
Two seconds later she's on the ground, pain shooting through her body and the almost touchdown completely forgotten.
"Baby!...Baby are you ok?" Jen settles on her knees next to the Latina, hands roaming the caramel skin in search of injuries.
"Who the fuck puts a huge post office collection box in the middle of a God damn field?"
"We're at a park, not a stadium Einstein. Are you ok?" Ally questions, as her and the rest of the group hover over the furious brunette.
"Everybody give her some room to breathe." Liam gestures everyone back as he kneels down next to his sister.
He looks down at Santana with a frown. "You should really watch where you're going next time."
Probably not the best words to say to a pissed off Santana Lopez.
"Are you being serious right now?" The brunette pushes her girlfriend's hands away, as she sits up for the first time since she hit the ground.
"Maybe you should learn how to throw better!"
"Guys that's enough, it's just a game." Jennifer looks between her brother and girlfriend. "Liam, tone it down, ok? Babe, let me help you stand up."
"I'm fine Jen; I can get up on my own." She stands up, wincing at the pain that shoots down her legs; She's definitely going to need some ice.
Dusting herself off she looks up to see the familiar asshole that caused her accident. Clad in some jeans and a hoodie, he crouches down examining the damage made to the blue post office box. He adjusts the New York Giants beanie on his head before speaking.
"Damn San, that was brutal. You fucked this big ass mailbox up."
"Emmitt, I'm going to murder you!" Santana shouts as she stomps over to the Tyrese look-alike.
His strong build does nothing to intimate her as she grabs onto one of his sleeves and yanks him away from the confused group.
"Whoa, cease and desist G.I. Jane, I come in peace."
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"Um hello, you called me remember?"
"How did you know I was here?"
"I went to your apartment and your sexy roommate told me. Is that your ex from back home? If so, good going. Even though she's a bit too snarky for my taste, I dig those hazel eyes and that thick, round as-" A firm slap to the back of the head, stops him from completing his sentence.
"Shut the hell up Em, before I make your face match the mailbox. She's not my ex alright, but if you want a date with her you can go ask her boyfriend. He's the only Abercrombie and Fitch wanna be, meat head, pretty boy over there. I'm sure he would just love to brag about how he scored the world's sexiest female specimen."
"Ahhh huhhh, so what you're saying is you've slept with her."
"Emmitt, you have five seconds to tell me what you want."
"What? I mean I get it, she's a babe and by the looks of it you definitely want to tap that again. Too bad ol boy's in the way, huh?"
"Three, Two, One..."
"You've Got Mail" He laughs, nodding towards the damaged mailbox, before pulling a white envelope out of his back pocket.
Santana however doesn't laugh. In fact it takes everything inside her not to slap the perfect white teeth off his face.
"I swear, why do I deal with you?" She states, snatching the envelope from his hand.
"Cuz I'm the shit. Plus, I'm the only fella in the city who can score these kinds of tickets for next to nothing."
She opens the envelope and pulls out the contents. Her face instantly lights up with a megawatt smile as she reads over the information. This is just what she needed after the past few hellish weeks she's had to endure.
Besides Brittany, Puck and her father, no one knows about her favorite pass time. Jen said she wanted to learn more about her and this for sure is one of her favorite things to do.
A lot of people may not see it as a big deal but growing up in a small town with next to nothing around for hours, makes it a big deal to her. Back home it meant spending quality time with her dad and here, well she would sneak away from Hummel-Berry every few weeks, just to get her fix. Kind of hard to focus when show tunes were constantly being sang, hummed or blasted throughout the loft.
"Come on, Commmmeee onnn…You can say it. Who's the man?"
"Shut up."
"Who's the man, San?"
"Fine, Emmitt."
"Fine Emmitt what, my feisty little Latin Amiga?"
"You're the man, Ok? Jesus, do you always have to ruin a perfectly good moment with your ego?"
"Of course, how else do you think I keep up this amazing self-esteem?"
"Well in that case, red head three o'clock." Santana nods her head in the girl's direction "Don't look…I said don't look jackass. She's been watching you for the last five minutes, so you may have a shot."
"Thanks San, I knew you were good for something. Best wing-women ever. Stop by the bar sometime. I still work weekends."
He snatches the beanie hat off of his head as he struts over to where the red head is standing, never noticing the mischievous smirk affixed on Santana's face.
"Hey Jen, you ready to go?"
"Yea Babe, who was that guy?"
"Just a friend I used to work with. Come on, I have something to show you." She grabs her girlfriend's hand and they make their way out of the park.
Across the field...
"So, a little birdie told me you had your eye on me. I'm Emmitt, what's your name beautiful?"
"Uh, Tara and I'm so not interested."
"Aw, come on you don't have to be shy. Let's grab a coffee or something. Get to know each other a little better."
"Listen Emmitt, you seem like a nice enough guy, but I'm seeing someone and SHE is the only person I'm trying to get to know. So…"
"Well then…That sucks for me huh? Let me not keep you."
Damn you Santana! I should've known this was a set up. Girl always knew how to get me back. I'm sure this cute little lez is one of her friends. She hasn't changed a bit. This means war.
Starting to walk away, he grabs his phone out of his pocket hoping to give Santana an earful.
"Dude, wait up." Liam approaches Emmitt.
"Do I know you?" He asks, looking down as he searches through his contacts, without slowing his pace.
"No but you obviously know Santana."
"Yea and?"
"Well you guys looked awfully secretive and since she's dating my sister and lives with my girlfriend, I wanted to know what that was all about."
Bingo…Look out San, here comes karma. Emmitt stops walking, ending his call before the second ring.
"Oh yea, you're her roommate's boyfriend, Fitch. "
"Liam and yea that's me. What was in the envelope?"
"Oh, that…those were just top of the line all inclusive floor seats to Saturday's Knicks Game."
"Are you serious? Floor seats? She must have paid a fortune."
"Nope, I called in a personal favor. You see San is one of my best clients. As a matter of fact I have two extra tickets for the seats next to hers, but she said she didn't know anyone who was looking."
"Really, how much?" Liam questions as he reaches inside his duffel bag and pulls out his wallet.
"Well since you're practically family to the little Puerto Rican princess I can cut you a good deal."
"Great, name your price?"
"I'll tell you what, you take that pretty little girlfriend of yours to the game and make sure to tell San that The Man hooked you up and we'll call it even."
"Done."
"Pleasure doing business with ya, Fitch."
~~~~~~CM~~~~~~
"So how are things going with Liam? You guys seemed super cozy at our loft movie night last week."
"Everything's going well. He's a great catch and goes out of his way to make me smile." Quinn holds up a silk blouse examining the colors, before looking back at her phone, where Rachel sits on facetime.
"That's great Quinn, I'm really happy for you…"
"I sense a but coming, Rach." She knows where this is going and she'd rather play dumb then get into this conversation again.
"No, no but. If you're happy.."
"Rachel, spit it out already."
"It's just that…well, I mean a few weeks ago you were…and now you're like…but I'm not sure if you're truly..."
"Wow, for someone who's practiced reading scripts for so long, you really have a way with words."
"Quinn, are you over Santana?"
And there it is. The million-dollar question. Why can't her tiny friend just drop it?
"Rachel I really don't have time to even think about her right now. I'm trying to finish getting ready. Liam is taking me out and it's supposed to be some big surprise."
"Ok, but what about the almost kiss at the-"
The blonde releases a sigh. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she tries her best to postpone the oncoming migraine.
Of course she has time to think about Santana, that's her brains favorite subject. The only reason she's still sane is because of her work load at school. Had it not been for her classes and her 24/7 membership to the law section of the library, she would have already been baker acted and diagnosed with a raging case of Bitchitis. She already had a mild case, she was sure of it.
"Quinn, I'm just trying to be a good friend here. I don't want you to get hurt."
"Too late."
"Quinn-"
"I gotta go, Liam should be here any minute. I'll call you tomorrow."
She walks over to her desk and ends the video chat, praying to God that whatever Liam has planned for tonight will completely erase any thought of the girl who's been plaguing her mind.
~~~~~~CM~~~~~~
So what do you think babe? Awesome right? And wait til' you see where our seats are."
Quinn follows her boyfriend down the steps. They're currently at Madison Square Garden, home of the New York Knicks and Quinn can't believe this was the amazing surprise her boyfriend wouldn't shut up about. So much for not thinking of Santana; this was her favorite sports team.
One time the brunette even mentioned the fact that she would be willing to go down on Spike Lee, just to get ahold of his season ticket seats. At the time, the brunette thought that Quinn was asleep and Brittany was the only one listening. After that day Quinn started to notice the girl's affinity for basketball and all things New York.
"Li, we're almost to the court. Are you sure we're going the right way?"
Liam flashes the security guard his tickets and is instantly granted access to the floor seating area.
"Almost there babe."
"Almost where Lia-"
"SURPRISE!" He shouts, drawing the attention of everyone around him, including the two shocked brunettes who are sitting next to his empty seats.
"Liam, what are you doing here?" Jennifer asks, standing up to hug her brother. Santana watches in disbelief.
How the fuck did this happen. Here, now, this game, these seats, the last two people on the planet…
"Hey San, nice to see you. Oh, The Man says hi by the way."
I'm going to fuckin' assassinate Emmitt. He might as well saw his dick off, because when I get through with him the only thing it's going to be useful for is hamburger meat.
"Babe…" Liam takes hold of the blonde's hand. "Come on our seats are the ones right next to Tana."
What the fuck! Did this prick just call me Tana?
"Did you just call her Tana?" Quinn snaps, unable to help the rage that bubbles up inside. She's the only one who's ever used that nickname and with good reason.
"Well I mean, I've heard you call her that a few times Luce. I just thought since she's my sister in-law..."
"Tana's ok, right babe?" Jenny looks to her girlfriend for approval.
"I'll be back." Santana stands up, shaking her head at this miserable turn of events. She can't believe this shit is actually happening.
Jennifer grabs her wrist, tugging it gently to get her attention.
"Wait baby, where are you going?"
"To the bathroom Jen, I'll be back in a bit."
"Awkward" Liam jokingly singsongs, as the Latina makes her way up the steps.
"Liam not now, ok. I know how much this game means to her and I don't want her to be grumpy all night."
"Sorry Sis, it was an honest mistake. I had no clue we were going to be sitting next to you guys or even at the same game."
For some reason Quinn has a hard time believing Liam's story.
I mean he never showed interest in basketball before and all of a sudden this is his idea of a grand surprise. Judging by Santana's face she definitely wasn't expecting to have to spend an entire basketball game with the two of them, but even though she knows the Latina is pissed off, Quinn couldn't help the smile that briefly graced her lips when she saw Santana.
"Let me make it up to you guys ok." Liam tries to calm his sister. "I'll go grab us some drinks. I'll be right back."
Oh God, no, no, please don't leave me here with her.
"Quinn, come sit. It's probably gonna take him a while to get back. The concession lines are horrendous."
Quinn decides to take the farthest empty seat from Jen. She's not in the mood for girl talk.
She allows her animosity bubble to consume her entirely, but as per usual, all good things come to an end when she notices a body shift two seats down from her and within seconds the smell of lavender invades her nostrils.
"Why don't you like me?" Jennifer gets straight to the point.
"What?"
"Why don't you like me, Quinn? I mean I've never been anything but nice to you and it seems like every time we're around each other you-"
"What's not to like Jen? I mean you're pretty, perky and positively perfect." Quinn's voice is sickly sweet, almost borderline manic.
"I really wanted us to get along, I mean you're dating my brother and I'm in love with your best friend."
"Congratulations Jen! I'm sure Santana had a great time fucking you into love with her. I hear she's quite the expert at that."
"And you would know about that first hand, right Quinn?" Jennifer is seething. She can't believe this girl.
"Fuck You"
"No thanks, I have an amazing girlfriend who's willing to do just that." The brunette decides she's done playing nice.
"No one and I mean no one, is going to get in the way of my relationship with San."
"Are you threating me?" Quinn questions, feigning shock as her eyebrow arches toward her hairline.
"No, that's not a threat." Jen lowers her voice as she looks the blonde dead in the eyes. "That's a promise."
The two stare daggers at each other, momentarily forgetting that they are surrounded by hundreds of people.
"Awesome, my two favorite girls chatting away. I got our drinks."
Jen shuffles over to allow her brother to sit next to the blonde.
She spots Santana making her way back and makes sure to time her next statement just right.
"Liam, Quinn was just saying how much she loves spending time with you and misses you when you're not around; she's completely head over heels in love with you."
Santana makes her way to her seat as Liam takes in what Jenny just said.
He looks to Quinn with a huge grin plastered on his face.
"I love you too, Lucy Q."
Quinn's breathe catches in her throat. Not because of Liam's declaration but because she knows without a shadow of doubt that Santana heard every last word of his statement as well.