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10/25/2012

The second Santana's lips touched Rachel's she knew that she did something wrong. The Latina knew that not only she kissed her best friend who has been there for her through everything; she had also broken her promise to Quinn.

It's not that Santana has stayed faithful for Quinn this all time she was in a coma, she did had short and meaningless relationships who usually focused on the sex part, but she knew Rachel, and Quinn knew Rachel. Santana always knew that Quinn didn't hate the short brunette, but she also remembered that she had a problem with her. It was the first day of college.

***Flashback***

08/26/2006

Santana was carrying the last box from her car. She has been at it for the past three hours. The brunette knew that if she had some assistant she would have finished much earlier, but she wasn't planning on asking her parents for help and she was here in LA alone.

That was here genius plan; to move here and have a fresh start, she could be whoever she wants here and she could be happy. Santana wanted to be free about her sexuality, she already figured out in high school that she is in fact gay, but she never really acted upon it.

Santana walked into her dorms and climbed the stairs slowly, trying not to drop the box containing her laptop. She had a small smile on her lips, dreaming about all the possibilities she could have here. She was feeling like a big load was off her shoulders, and she knew that she wasn't in a war anymore, not against the word and not against herself.

The singer walked past a young man with his parents, she didn't feel sad that her family wasn't there to help her, and she even returned the friendly grin he had send in her way.

She reached the second floor and turned to the right. Her door was open and when she walked in she saw a few boxes on the other end of the room. Santana was excited that her roommate has finally got here, and she was determent to not be a bitch to her.

Santana decided it was time to start unpacking her fucking stuff. She dug out her IPod from her bag pack and connected it to the speakers. Slow, dark music has filled the room and the first guitar note has reached her ears. She let "Wish You Were Here" by pink Floyd to wash over her while she placed her clothes in her closet.

After a few minutes two middle aged parents has walked into the room only to find their daughter's new roommate. Judy Fabray didn't care for the loud music and for the mess and Russell Fabray was overwhelmed for a second.

Judy was the first to act. She cleared her throat quite loudly and when that didn't get the attention of the young girl, she called "Excuse me, young lady."

Those words reached Santana's ears and she turned around in a second, only to be facing her ex-best friend parents. She felt paranoid for a second, realizing it could only mean that Quinn Fabray must be her roommate.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Fabray." Santana greeted them. She didn't know what else to say and so she just stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"Santana." Russell simply acknowledged her.

"Are you living her?" Judy asked, a concerned tone was sounded. She never liked Santana, and she always thought that she is a bad influence on Quinn.

"Amm, yes."

"Oh, that is wonderful dear." The older woman said, now sounding more fake than concerned. She looked at Santana's side of the room, making the girl feel judged. "Are you planning on organizing your environment? You know, so you could both enjoy living together."

That was enough for the Latina. She didn't come here to be treated like that, and so she had snapped. "Yes ma'am." She said in a bitchy tone. "I am planning on putting my fucking shit in the closet. I was right in the middle of this task actually, when you and your husband decided to come here and criticize-"

"Mom, Dad I-" Quinn voice interrupted Santana's speech. When the blonde girl entered the room, her eyes fell on Santana. She could see her red cheeks and her angry stare.

Both girls were now staring at each other. It was a big surprise for the both of them to see each other here in UCLA. Santana was sure she was leaving it all behind, the popularity contests, the "being straight" and her bitchy self. Quinn was ready for a new place, where no one knows about her past mistakes, a place where she could start again with a clean slate. Both girls were surprised to see their best friend since there were six, the same one who they had slightly drifted apart from during the summer. Both girls were surprised of how they weren't, even in the slightest, scared knowing that they are going to be roommates.

Quinn broke their eye contact first. She looked at her parents and then at her new roommate, and she saw the tension between them. "Mommy, Daddy." She began, walking into the room and placing the box she was carrying on her bed. "I think I can handle it from now on."

"Are you sure sweetie?" Her dad asked her. He too was worried about the roommate.

Quinn nodded slowly, wanting them to leave already so she could talk to Santana.

Santana was watching intensively on the sight in front of her. Quinn was hugging and kissing her parents goodbye. Her Father was giving her some advice about not walking alone on campus past midnight, and her mother was arguing her to act like the princess she is. Before the dark haired girl knew it, they left, and she was alone with Quinn, in the room they would share for the next year.

"Hi." Santana said.

"Hey." Quinn replayed, a small smirk grazing her lips.

"So this is kind of weird."

"Pretty fucked up indeed." Quinn reassured.

Santana was taken aback for a second. Those rare occasions when Quinn cursed, were just those- rare.

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After some unpacking and a quick walk to the supermarket, the girls were sitting on the floor, leaning against Santana's bed. They were passing a bottle of cheap wine they bought without talking.

"Let's play a game." Santana suggested. She was having a great first day in college, and she felt that when she and Quinn are not in high school anymore, they are free to act however they want, even with each other.

"Which one?" Quinn asked, giggling.

"Amm.." Santana thought for a second. "How about kill, marry and fuck? I give you three names and-"

"I know how to play it."

"You are so wild Fabray." Santana laughed, passing her roommate the bottle. "Okay, I'll start. Mr. Schue, Brad Pitt and Chris Pratt."

"Well, it's easy, kill Chris Pratt."

"Why do you hate him so much?" The Latina asked laughing. "He's adorable."

"What can I say?" Quinn asked. "I just do. I will fuck Mr. Schue and marry Brad." She decided after a small thought. "I mean, he is a good father." The Catholic girl added after Santana shot her a look.

"Okay." Santana agreed quietly, taking another sip of the wine.

"Mila Kunis, Diane Keaton and Rachel Berry."

"This is a really bad one." The brunette said. "I mean, you know how much I hate Diane. If I could I would totally bitch slap her."

Quinn laughed so hard some wine came out of her nose, "O-okay, so you want to kill her, keep going."

"Fuck Rachel and Marry Mila." Santana said, and she saw that Quinn was going to say something, so she quickly added, "She's hot, and then I won't have to see her annoying self every day."

"Good point." Quinn added slowly. "But promise me." She said seriously, placing the bottle on the floor and turning to look Santana in the eyes.

"Promise you what?" Santana asked, understanding that Quinn means business.

"Don't fuck her."

"W-what?"

"Just don't do it." Quinn repeated.

"Why?" Santana asked, interested. "Do you like her?"

"No." The taller girl said a little bit annoyed. "I am just asking."

"Okay then, I won't."

A small smile spread on Quinn's face and she lifted her pinky to the air. "Pinky swear?"

Santana looked at the girl in front of her, the one she thought she would never see again, and she took her pinky with hers, promising.

***End Flashback***

Santana quickly pulled away and practically ran to the other side of the room. She couldn't believe that she just kissed Rachel, today of all days.

"Santana." Rachel called in a small voice from the couch. "It didn't mean anything." She tried to calm her friend down.

Santana was freaking out. "I know." She agreed.

Rachel got up from the couch and slowly walked to Santana, who was looking at her feet and not moving. "Santana, you're emotional and sad, and you made a mistake."

Santana was trying to take comfort in Rachel's words, but she couldn't. She just wanted Rachel to leave so she could be alone. The small diva, almost like hearing Santana's thoughts mumbled a quick goodbye and left the apartment.

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10/26/2012

The next day, Santana walked into her office wearing a mask of indifferent and a lot of makeup, covering her puffy eyes from ours of crying. She felt miserable and sad, and she hoped that work would be able to distract her.

Santana was working at a major label company, and she was the rising star there. She reached her office and walked her after greeting her assistant in some sort of mumble.

Santana sat by her desk and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, telling herself that she has done nothing wrong, and that she didn't break her promise, and that that Quinn had made her promise it a lot before she had became friends with Rachel.

She decided to stop thinking about this and to dive into work. But, we all know that god is funny and that Karma's a bitch, and so Santana found a note on her desk, scribbled in her assistant's bad hand writing.

She wasn't sure what she was reading, it didn't make any sense to her.

"Christy." Santana yelled, panicking.

"Yes?" A blonde girl with blue eyes entered the Latina's office.

"What did you write here?" Santana asked in a small voice.

Christy smiled an apoplectic smile and took the note of Santana's hand. "Oh, a lady called two days ago and you weren't here. She said that they are disconnecting Quinn from her machines on the 27th."

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