The Next Morning
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"Fuckkk me, what year is it?" Puck exhales leaning his head against the cool countertop
Santana slides a smoothie over "You look like fucking shit"
"Then I look better than I feel. Just wait until you can legally drink, you'll be right next to me"
"Keep telling yourself that bud. Well I'm off to study, clean this place up before you leave"
Puck laughs, shaking his head "You know, if someone told me in high school that Santana Lopez would end up being the most responsible lima loser out of all of us, I'd laugh in their face and probably punch them for talking shit."
"Clean my loft puckerman" The brunette laughs while walking out of her loft.
She was in her third year at Columbia law but she had to agree with Puck. If someone had said she would end up being the most responsible, she would have definitely laughed too.
Her parents warned her before she left Lima that if she was serious about New York, she needed to step up and focus on her studies. If she did, they would make sure she had all the money she needed. So here she goes, like a loser on a saturday morning to the library to study because midterms are next week and she has no intention of failing.
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"Thanks Jen" Santana smiles reaching for her coffee
"Well" She hears passing a table, looking over she notices a blonde wearing sunglasses…
"Stevie Wonder, that you?"
"Surprised you know who that is, nice backpack by the way, what happened? Mom couldn't give you a ride today?"
"Ha Ha. Very funny grandma, surprised they let you out of the geriatric ward this early"
"Did you remember to pack your snacks?"
"No but your mom made sure to pack my favorite snacks before I left this morning."
The brunette huffs, looking at her phone. "Well, as much fun as this is, some of us have responsibilities and unlike your old ass, I still have the rest of my life in front of me."
The blonde laughs nodding "Call me when mommy says you can use the phone"
"Goodbye Quinn" Santana yells over her shoulder leaving the coffee house
The brunette loses the next week and a half caught up in her studies and midterms.
Feeling bad for having forgotten Quinn, she remembers Rachel wanted to have a get together at the loft, Santana seizes the opportunity and invites the blonde and thankfully she didn't have plans.
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"Santana" Rachel huffs from her spot on the brunettes bed "For the hundredth time, you look great can we please go join the party"
Santana takes another look in the mirror, mentally thanking Sue for the insane workouts in high school. Deciding to keep it casual tonight the brunette is in dark wash ripped jeans, a band tee with a blazer and her chucks. Her hair is down and curled. As she spreads the lip gloss over her lips she smiles "Okay Rach, let's do this"
The two friends join the rest of the gleeks and their significant others. Making their rounds, handing out drinks they lose track of time. Santana stands in the kitchen making another drink when she hears
"Aren't you a bit young for that drink?"
Without missing a beat, the brunette smirks "Isn't your metabolism a bit slow for that beer?"
"I can do this all night, Santana"
The brunette smirks, crossing her arms "Probably not all night but at least until 4 right? Isn't that when the old folks go to bed?"
"Probably right around the time you wake up from your nap"
Both girls laugh as Santana hands the blonde another beer.
"Come on crypt keeper, let's go talk somewhere private"
The brunette leads them through the small group and out onto the deck. No one knows but Santana chose this loft specifically because of its killer view of Manhattan. It keeps her focused on her goal of one day living there.
"Okay" Santana says after a few minutes "It's just us Quinn, no more jokes, tell me about you and don't give me any bullshit lame response"
Quinn nods before smiling "What do you want to know?"
"Everything"
"That would take a while" The blonde exhales picking at the label on her beer "Let's see, I graduated from Yale, top of my class and currently I'm in the middle of writing my second book"
"Second book huh? Impressive" Santana smirks "You forgot one thing"
"What's that?"
"How old are you?"
Without hesitation the blonde responds "Forty Five"
"Wanky. Hmm..You could totally be my step mom and that thought has me, strangely turned on?..You know I..."
"Stop" The blonde laughs putting her hand up "I'm twenty six well I just turned twenty six two months ago"
The brunette crosses her arms "I mean just wanky. You know, I've always had a thing for older women, we had this teacher in high school...Holly Holliday, fuck let me tell you she…."
The blonde puts her hand up again "Gross. Definitely do not want to hear about that. Your turn Santana, I told you about me"
Nodding, the brunette stands to lean against the railing "Fair enough. I'm in my third year of law school at Columbia and next year I'll be interning at my dad's firm."
"When do you turn twenty one?"
"Two weeks, why?"
"I want to know if I have enough time to make it to baby gap"
"How about you be my date, that's the only gift I need"
The blonde shakes her head, moving to stand in front of the brunette "Maybe"
Are we living for this banter or what! lol
Onward to the next chapter we go...