A/N: I'm going to keep this short, if you've read any of my other stories, you know the pairing is normally a gradual thing. If you don't like it then don't read it. So I am stating right now that it might be a while before Santana and Quinn are an official couple. Also this story will be broken up into two parts and this is the beginning of part one. I know the summary isn't the best but i didn't want to give away too much, so that said I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think.
Part I
Santana's P.O.V.
Ow fuck. My head is killing me. I drunk way, way too much last night. I don't even remember too much of yesterday. I just know we went out and apparently got wasted. I take a deep breath and go to roll over on my back to relieve some of the pounding in my head but I stop once I feel a warm body pressing into my side. I sigh and move back over. I apparently didn't come home alone last night. Happy birthday to me. I smirk to myself and slide my hands under the pillow. I look over to the blonde next to me. Whoever she is, she's hot. I want to peak under the sheet to get a glimpse at what I can't remember but that feels a little pervy. I stretch and get out of the bed. I find my bra and boxers and get dressed as I walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. I start the coffee maker and grab my phone from the kitchens island. A few missed calls and some texts asking where I am. I know Britt is probably worried so I decide to call her first. I grab a mug out of the cabinet and call Brittany.
"Hello?" She answers.
"Hey B." I say and I hear her sigh in relief.
"San, what happened to you last night?" She asks and I shrug even though she can't see it.
"I don't know."
"What? Where are you? Are you okay?" She asks.
"I'm fine B, I'm at home."
"Good. Who else is there?" She asks.
"I don't know. Some girl. She's hot though. I'm gonna kick her out soon."
"Do it nicely." Brittany says in a warning tone and I roll my eyes.
"Sure B." I say then hear water running in the bathroom.
"I gotta go. She's up." I say.
"Okay. Are we still on for the movies later with Quinn?" She asks.
"Yeah I'll talk to you later." I say and she says goodbye then hangs up. I set my phone down on the island and go to the coffee pot. I pour myself a cup of black coffee when I hear footsteps behind me. I peak over my shoulder and see the blonde walking into my kitchen. I really wish I could remember her name. She gives me a soft smile and I notice the deep dimples in her cheek and her beautiful blue eyes. She's so hot I might actually have to take her out on a date.
"Hi." She says and I smirk.
"Hey. Want some coffee?" I offer and she nods her head.
"I have a killer headache...and nodding didn't help." She puts her hand on her head then sits at the kitchen table. I stifle a chuckle and look at her.
"Black?" I ask and she nods again and cringes. I pour her a cup and walk to the table sitting it in front of her as I sit across the table.
"So..." She says trying to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation.
"Did you have fun last night?" I ask.
"I honestly don't know but since I woke up in a sexy girls house, I'm guessing it wasn't all that bad." She says while giving me a flirty smile. I smirk and take a sip of my coffee.
"Well how about we do this again, just sober next time?" I say and she nods her head.
"I think I'd like that." She pulls her phone out of her purse and mutters under her breath.
"Shit. I'm late. I have to go but text me if you want to hang out." She says as she gets up and walks to the island and picks up my phone. She puts her number in then I get up and walk her to the door.
"Thanks for the coffee." She says and I nod as I open the door for her.
"No problem. I'll text you." I say. She smiles at me as she walks out and I watch her ass as she goes down the hall of my apartment building. Very fucking nice. I definitely have to text her and see how good she is in bed. I almost close the door but I feel something pushing back against the door. When I open the door, Quinn walks in and goes into my kitchen. I close the door and walk to my phone. I look at the new edition to my contacts and smirk to myself. Hanna. I'll be talking to her soon enough.
"What the hell is your problem?" Quinn says from her seat on my counter. I glance at her and put my phone down.
"What are you talking about?" I ask. She takes a banana from fruit bowl and starts to peel it.
"You shouldn't have disappeared yesterday. You had Britt worried sick." She says as she takes a bite.
"I talked to her earlier." I say and she nods.
"Good. You know she worries."
"Mhm but it doesn't explain why you're here. You were worried about me weren't you?" I say with a smirk.
"No. B called me yesterday and asked me to check on you this morning."
"Yeah sure." I say and she rolls her eyes and takes another bite of her banana.
"So who was the latest conquest?" She asks.
"Hanna apparently. Don't remember shit about her but she's hot enough for me to call and try to fuck again." Quinn shakes her head.
"I hope you used protection."
"I did. Even when I'm drunk out of my mind, I never forget that."
"When are you going to stop being such a whore? You're almost 30."
"Whoa, back up. I just turned 26. No where near 30." I say and she shrugs and crosses her legs.
"Whatever, you need to stop being a slut. You aren't tired of it yet?"
"I'm not a slut. I get what I need when I need it with no strings attached. It's a win – win and why do you care?" I ask.
"I don't. You need to grow up one day and take things seriously." I roll my eyes.
"I do take things seriously." I say and she scoffs.
"Seriously Santana? You're single, play video games all day, you have actual arcade games in your living room not to mention the lack of actual furniture. You have bean bags and one run down couch. You barely clean or cook. The last time you made a commitment was when you went to college and you're still immature and unreliable. The only thing you take seriously is your job and I'm shocked at that."
"Fuck you. I am not immature and very reliable." I say and she chuckles.
"You can't be serious? Your living room is a thirteen year old boy's dream room. You're ridiculously irresponsible. Remember when you were supposed to pick me up so we could go to the airport to go home and you over slept? Or when I need you to drive me to work and you just never showed up? Plus this place is a pigsty most of the time."
"I made a few fucking mistakes, that doesn't mean I can't be trusted and I do clean."
"You clean when hook ups come over! But only the special ones, you know, the ones you want to keep having sex with until they get smart and leave you alone." I glare at her then roll my eyes.
"You make me sound like a child." She raises a challenging eyebrow at me and shake her head with a sigh.
"You'll never grow up." She gets off the counter, pours herself a mug of coffee and goes to the refrigerator.
"I have grown up. Barely anything you've said was true. Especially the commitment thing."
"Oh really?" She says distractedly as she grabs the milk from my refrigerator. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist.
"I committed to you didn't I?" She sighs and closes the refrigerator.
"You committed to me for a year, two years ago." She says and I shrug.
"Still committed." She shakes her head and moves away from me.
"You're still as irresponsible now as you were then. You didn't even take us seriously."
"I was 24 when we broke up. I've changed." She chuckles humorlessly and goes to her cup of coffee. She pours in the milk and gets some sugar.
"You changed absolutely nothing. I wanted to commit to someone who could look past a week of their life. I wanted someone to build a future with." She stirs her coffee then takes a sip.
"I could have done long term Q." I say and she shakes her head.
"I can't commit to a child."
"So Tyler is the perfect man for you? Mature, responsible, reliable."
"Maybe he is, we haven't been together that long but time will tell." She says and I sigh and lean against my refrigerator.
"He's a fucking hipster douche. How are you attracted to that?" I ask and she shrugs.
"Just am. I have to go so I'll see you later for the movie." I nod and she walks towards the door. I stare at her ass and she turns around.
"Thanks for the coffee." I nod my head and she walks out. Ugh fuck.
Quinn and I dated for a year and in that year, I've never been happier. It started on New Years but surprisingly neither of us were drunk. We all went to Rachel's for a New Years Eve party I flirted with Quinn like I always do and I asked her for a kiss under the mistletoe because Rachel hadn't taken hers down yet but got rejected.
I walk into Rachel's kitchen to grab another beer before the countdown starts. Another year has just flown by. This year has been a good year for me though. I slept with some pretty hot women, I'm almost done with school, no one's told me their pregnant with my kid. Definitely a good year. I been down and grab a beer from the refrigerator and when I stand back up I see Quinn leaning next to it.
"Want one?" I ask and she shakes her head and holds up a beer to show me she still has some left. I nod my head and close the refrigerator.
"Ready for the new year?" I ask and she shrugs.
"It won't be any different then the last." I open my bottle of beer and throw the top in the trash.
"What makes you say that?" I ask.
"It never is." She takes a swig of her beer and I glance at her lips as she moves the bottle from her lips.
"It can. You can always try something different or do someone different." I say with a smirk. I move closer to her and she shakes her head with a smile on her face.
"Are you ever going to stop trying?" She says and raise an eyebrow to her.
"Do you really think I will?" She chuckles and shakes her head.
I've kind of have been wanting to get with Quinn for the last couple months. Yeah she's hot but she's more than that. We connect and it might be because she's my best friend but it doesn't matter. I don't want to ruin our friendship but I doubt Quinn would really throw our friendship away because I like her.
"I'm not going to sleep with you." She says and before I speak I hear everyone in the living room counting down. They're at eight.
"Who said that's all I wanted?" I ask.
"You're you. Of course that's all you want." She says and I shake my head. The counting has gotten to five now.
"Not with you." I can tell she's trying to fight a smile. The countdown has reached three...two...one. I feel a pair of lips lightly pressing against mine. I feel Quinn take my bottom lip between hers and put her hand on the back of my neck. I put my hand on her waist and pull her into me. This kiss...it's making my whole tingle and my heart beat 100 times faster. Am I actually feeling light headed right now? I feel her trying to pull away but I follow, keeping the kiss intact. She chuckles and puts her hand on my chest.
"Happy New Year." She says with a smile.
"Happy New Year." I say and she bites her lip. I pull her close to me by her waist.
"Let me take you out. On a date." She chews her lip slightly before nodding her head.
"Okay yeah but one condition."
"What?"
"You date me and only me. No casually dating other females."
"I didn't plan on it." She smiles at me and I kiss her cheek.
Best fucking New Years ever. That marked the best year of my life but also the biggest heart break too.
Quinn and I have been arguing for a week straight. She's still pissed I canceled our date night for an all nighter with Puck and Mike. I don't think it was a big deal but she still hasn't forgiven me completely. I'm playing a game when I hear my door open. I look to see Quinn and I press pause and walk to her.
"Hey." I say and she gives me a small smile.
"Hi. We need to talk." Fuck. That's never good.
"Are you still pissed about the other night? Because I'll make it up to you. We can have a date night right now." I say and she shakes her head.
"Do you see a future with us?" She asks. I look at her curiously but answer.
"Yeah."
"And what does that entail?"
"Um...you and me. Girlfriends forever."
"Just girlfriends? No marriage? No kids?" I shake my head.
"Why mess up a good thing with kids?" She shakes her head.
"Moving in together?" I shrug.
"I guess we could if you want to."
"But do you want to?" She asks as she rests a hand on her hip.
"I like having my own place and space."
"Santana we've been together a year and you don't see us changing?"
"No. I like us the way we are." She scoffs and shakes her head.
"Santana...I can't...I can't be in a relationship like this." My heart just dropped from my body. Is she...are we...over?
"You're dumping me?" I ask and she looks to the floor and nods.
"I need someone who wants the same things I want. I want something serious and I...I can't I'm sorry." She says and wipes her eyes.
"Quinn...we can have kids and get married. You can move in right now...just don't...don't do this." My voice cracks as my eyes fill with tears. I can't...she can't leave me. No.
"I'm sorry." She says and then walks out of my apartment. I can't believe that just happened. She...we can't be over. I need her.
Worst day of my life. I still haven't gotten over that but it might be because I still plan to get Quinn back. She was perfect. She played games with me, watched zombie movies all day long, she even read all the harry potter books and watched all the movies with me so we could share opinions. She was perfect and the sex was amazing, easily the best I've ever had.
I regret not really trying to change in these past two years and now it hurts even more that she's dating a fucking golden boy. Tyler is a fucking pediatrician. He's in the peace corp and volunteers a hospitals on the weekends. How can I compete with that? Not to mention he has the fucking body of a god and he's fucking handsome. If I were to be honest with myself, Quinn deserves him. He treats her right and he's a good guy but I wish I was in his shoes. They've been together almost five months and...I just hope it ends because if it doesn't...I don't really know if I can stay friends with Quinn.