Title:When It Became Her Instead
Author:Leiram
Pairing:Quinn Fabray & Santana Lopez
Rating:PG-13
Spoilers:Season 2 - New York, New York

Disclaimer:All characters herein mentioned are under the ownership of Fox. Glee is created by Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuck and Ian Brenann. Although all contents pertaining to such characters, and then some are products of my imagination.

A/N:Basically my first Quinntana pairing attempt. I've been shipping Brittana since forever, but I don't mind a little Quinntana/Nayanna here and there. I get giddy and excited when I get to read stuff where Brittany and/or Heather Morris gets jealous of Quinn and/or Dianna Agron.

Your reviews are highly encouraged. Thank you for checking this out.

WHEN IT BECAME HER INSTEAD

ACT I.

INTERIOR. HOTEL CORRIDOR (NEW YORK). DAY

Mumbled noise coming out of the girl s bedroom became audible when the door suddenly flies open and with it an enraged latina storms out. SANTANA's balled fists turning white with pressure and her huffing and swearing something in Spanish. Next follows a blonde trying her best to catch up with the latina. BRITTANY calls out.

Brittany:
San! Wait! Where do you think you're going? San! Hey, wait up! San, SANTANA! Ugh!

Quinn:
No, let her Britt. After what happened today you can't really blame her for feeling that way. She'll be back. She's angry but she's not stupid enough to try and do anything to herself.

Another blonde is standing beside Brittany. QUINN gently tugging her back to the room they came out of. The taller blonde slumping her shoulders in defeat reluctantly follows.

Quinn:
C'mon Britt. Let's go back in. I need you there to hold me back.

The taller blonde looked at her friend oddly. Quinn smiled and brushed a clump of hair behind her ears.

Quinn:
I just might go all Lima Heights on Berry too. I'll need you to hold me back. Now c'mon.

Brittany:
I was actually hoping you'd hold me back. I was kinda hoping I'd hit one in first.

The taller blonde pointed on her nose as she spoke. They both chuckled shaking their heads and started walking back inside the room.

INTERIOR. HOTEL CORRIDOR - FIRE EXIT. DAY

She heard her bestfriend call out for her but is quite too pissed to respond. Winning Nationals is the only thing separating them from a plane ride back to loser status in Mckinley High. But then again she was already in glee club and is off the cheerios anyways so, technically she was kind of a loser already, but not that she actually cared for once. Although, she doesn't mind not having to worry about getting slushied. She liked being in glee club. She wouldn't admit it openly but she does. And placing or even winning Nationals would just seriously make her year. She of all people knows she'd been through a lot. All the confusion and shit. She deserves a break. But no, as if the universe is conniving behind her back, they don't even place. So what else could she do? Blame the two people that ruined it all.

Heavy footsteps surrounds the hotel corridors followed by more spanish cussing, every now and then. Santana was pissed. The word doesn't even cut it. "Pissed" is an understatement. The latina looks side to side, figuring out where her feet took her. Scoffing she turned towards the wall on her left, deciphering the map posted on it.

Santana:
"You are here." More like "you are lost."

She rolls her eyes as she walks to the door leading to the fire exits. Her hand grips the cold knob, turns it and lets herself out. She makes her descent, wanting to give herself distance between her and the ill-fitting couple that lost them Nationals as much as possible.

Santana:
Not even for three freakin' minutes! They can't even- Ugh!

With her balled fist she slams it hard on the concrete wall. A small whimper escapes her, and then more spanish cussing. She finds herself sitting down on the metal staircase, pondering how she ought to torture the troll with cream puffs for man-boobs and the dwarf from the shire.

Santana:
Dwarves, hobbits. What's the difference? Psh!

Santana finally arrives at the hotel lobby and quickly lets herself out. The cold New York wind kissing her skin. She hated the cold, she cursed to herself why she ran out without her jacket on. But going back to their room is the last thing on her mind. Grumbling to herself she decides to just bear with it. From the main door she walks towards the busy streets with the hopes of cooling down.

INTERIOR. HOTEL ROOM. DAY

Two blondes are talking in the girl's bedroom. Remembering the day's activities, both good and bad, but mostly the bad. Both girls keeping a weary but glaring eye on both RACHEL who kept her head low and goofy looking quarterback FINN at the corner of the other bed.

Quinn:
Ugh! Can't you two be any more obvious?

Quinn rolls her eyes and looks away. She turns her attention to the taller blonde beside her. Brittany's fingers fidgeting on the hem of her shirt. Obviously as upset as the rest of them, except maybe Finn and Rachel, for not even placing in Nationals, bothered by the presence of the two people who they pin losing and worried about Santana.

Quinn:
There's always next year you know. I just hope they don't screw it up again or else. I honestly don't know if I can keep myself from punching both of them.

Brittany huffs and smiles at Quinn.

Brittany:
Yeah. I don't know if the boys can hold off all three of us together for wanting to go all Lima heights if Finn and Rachel ever pull a stunt like that again. And that's saying something coming from me.

Quinn nods. Brittany never gets violent. She doesn't have a bad bone in her body. Maybe that's why she and Santana go together perfectly. They may be complete opposites of each other but that's why they fit. That same fact makes Quinn jealous of how close those two are. She sometimes feel a little left behind or out of place. But they're her oldest and closest friends. They never left Quinn's side even during the tough times. She and Santana had their fair share of crazy bitch fights some more violent and physical than others but they understood each other well. She and Santana are a lot more alike than she would want to admit.

Quinn:
That's if they ever get to do a duet again. I for one would want to have an entire number with just the three of us.

Quinn playfully taps Brittany's legs and smiles at the taller blonde.

Brittany:
Oh yeah. That would be so cool. And we might even be on TV! That way Lord Tubbington could watch us. I hope Mr. Schue lets us sing. Santana will flip!

At the mention of Santana's name Brittany's smile faltered. Quinn noticed and reached over to cup Brittany's hand.

Quinn:
She'll be fine honey. Santana's gonna be ok. She just needs a break from all... all this.

Quinn nods to Rachel and Finn making out. She rolls her eyes at them then looked back at Brittany who made a slight gagging noise to which Quinn giggled at.

Brittany:
Get a room you guys. Not everyone here likes to watch you two get your mack on. It's not like it's even pretty to look at and it reminds me how we lost Nationals. Not cool.

Rachel:
If you haven't noticed yet Brittany, this is a room.

Quinn:
We don't care Berry! Can you just make yourselves scarce?

Finn:
Why can't you just be happy for us for once? Yeah, we kissed on stage and that might've cost us Nationals. But...

Finn glanced at Rachel who was eyeing him not to finish his thoughts.

MERCEDES stood up and walked between Finn and Quinn. Her mouth agape and one eyebrow cocked up. Diva mode on.

Mercedes:
But what my butt Finn? We didn't go all this way just so we could watch the two a' you makin' out on stage and get back together on the most important day of this club. We didn't go all this way just to lose Finn! So don't be surprised if we're not all that giddy for the two a' you. Coz frankly, right now, I don't know if I am.

Rachel lets a gasp out and covers her mouth. Her eyebrows shoot so high it's a little uncomfortable to watch.

Rachel:
Mercedes, don't you think that's a little selfish of you to say?

Quinn snaps her head to Rachel and scowled. Brittany started to shake her head. TINA gaped at her as if she grew two heads. Finn just stood there confused. The look on Mercedes face was indescribable.

Mercedes:
Aw, hell no! You did not just say that Rachel! Selfish? You wanna talk about being selfish? Well come on here lemme show you!

Tina grabbed Mercedes arm and jerked it back. Mercedes yelped a little.

Mercedes:
Ow! Tina, what the hell? Don't tell me your siding with her. Tell me you're actually happy on what just happened.

Tina:
'Cedes. Rachel. I think we had enough outbursts for the day. I think I can speak for the entire group if I say that I'm really disappointed with what happened. I mean, we've been working so hard for this. I can understand why Santana acted out earlier today. It's the same reason why you're acting out right now 'Cedes. But what's done is done. Fighting can't bring back what was lost. All we can do right now is enjoy whatever time we have left in this city. We're in New York guys. And there's still next year.

Everyone in the room nodded. Mercedes dropped back and sat beside Quinn. She looked at Rachel then rolled her eyes before giving a defeated sigh. Quinn scooted a little so that Mercedes can sit properly then she swung an arm around Mercedes waist.

Tina:
And I'm happy for you two. But just so you two know, if you mess up again, Imma go all Santana up in your grill, ya hear?

Tina using the best Santana impersonation she could possibly do causing Quinn to smile to herself and Mercedes to giggle.

Brittany:
That's exactly what Quinn and I were just talking about.

Quinn:
But Tina, honey, please don't do that again. I'd prefer Goth Tina than Lima Heights Tina any given day.

Quinn was full on laughing now and so was Mercedes.

The door suddenly flew open. Brittany turned her head towards the door, hoping it was Santana who opened it. Quinn shook her head and patted the taller blondes back when she saw it was just the rest of the boys who came in.

PUCK came in with LAUREN. They occupied the long couch. MIKE went directly towards the window where Tina was now looking out of. He hugged her from behind and pecked her cheek. SAM stood by the door and eyed Mercedes.

Sam:
Uh, hey. Mercedes can we talk? I uh. Wanted to ask about... Um. Souvenirs. You know for Stacy and my brother.

Mercedes excused herself. ARTIE went in after Mercedes exited the room with Sam. Artie wheeled in next to Mike and Tina. He talked to them, glancing on Brittany's direction once in a while. Quinn noticed. She motioned Brittany to scoot closer to her so both their backs are leaning on the headboard of the bed.

Quinn:
So Britt. I've been meaning to ask you this since prom...

Brittany tensed up a little then looked at Quinn.

Quinn:
But, I've been a little up in my crazies so I didn't get the chance to. I was wondering, what's the deal with you and Artie?

Quinn hit the nail on the head and Brittany winced a bit. She dropped her shoulders and moved closer to Quinn, her head on the smaller blondes shoulder. Quinn gently brushed Brittany's hair.

Quinn:
What's wrong hon? Are you ok? I'm here to listen you know.

Brittany:
Yeah. I know that Q. Artie and I... it's a little confusing. Quinn. I didn't like it when he called me... you know.

Quinn remembered the day when Santana ran up to Artie cursing at him for calling Brittany stupid. The taller blonde came to her crying because of what Artie had said, causing another fight inside the choir room. No one got physically hurt but still it wasn't a pretty sight.

Quinn nodded and let her friend continue.

Brittany:
But after that he kept apologizing, he said he was just mad and confused... and that he didn't mean it. And then he sang to me in class and asked me out to prom but I didn't come with him. And then at prom we kind of just danced and took pictures. I didn't quite forgive him yet but I kind of missed him too you know. He's a good guy Quinn. I like Artie. I really like him Quinn. It's just really simple with Artie.

Quinn looked at her intently, taking in the information her friend was giving her. She had been so busy with her prom campaign that she missed out on her other friends. Santana's own campaign for prom queen had kept her busy just as much.

Quinn:
So, are you guys like, back together or something?
Brittany:
I... I really don't know what I want right now Quinn. I mean Santana...

Quinn's eyebrows shot up. She cocked her head questioningly. Brittany stopped herself before she said more.

Quinn:
I'm not getting what you're saying Britt. What's with Santana? Is she still mad at Artie? You do know she's just looking out for you. I am too. I'm disappointed that Artie said that but I also know he's a sweet guy. And if you want to get back with him no one can force you not to.

Quinn stopped and noticed Brittany's confused look.

Quinn:
Is Santana forcing you not to get back with him?

Brittany shot up and looked at Quinn. Eyes wide and a little moist.

Brittany:
Oh no! No, Quinn. Santana's not forcing me to do anything. She's... she's just as confused as I am. I mean, we.

Brittany glanced and looked inside the room; some of her friends are now looking at her. She must've answered a little too loud. She looked back at Quinn and sighed. She talked more quietly this time.

Brittany:
Quinn, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone. I need you to promise me. Ok?

Quinn sat up straight and nodded.

Quinn:
I promise I won't tell Britt. I won't even talk about it with you unless you bring it up first. Ok? You know you can trust me.

Brittany relaxed and let out a breath she didn't realized she was holding. She looked straight at Quinn. Blue meets hazel.

Brittany:
Quinn, Santana said she loves me.

Quinn furrowed her eyes. What was so wrong with that? Both of them loved each other to death. She didn't understand what was new with that. Brittany looked at her curiously.

Quinn:
I don't understand Britt. We already know that.

Brittany shook her head.

Brittany:
Not like that Quinn. I mean she said that she loves me and she wants to be with me.

Quinn tilted her head to the side but looked down on the floor.

Quinn:
And what did you say?

Brittany:
I said, I said that I love her too.

Quinn looked back up and started to smile, she was about to say something when Brittany started talking again.

Brittany:
But I said I love Artie too and I can't just break up with him. That I'd would be wrong if I did.

Quinn nodded. She placed her hands on Brittany's lap. Quinn closed her eyes in realization and nods. The longing and hurt looks when one is with someone else, the lingering touches. Not to mention the not so quiet "evenings" together. Brittany looked at Quinn worried.

Quinn:
It's ok Britt. I've had my suspicions before. And it's not like both of you are quiet during... But yeah. So. How about Santana? Does she... I mean are you two together, together, now that you and Artie aren't.

Brittany shakes her head.

Brittany:
We haven't really talk about it that much. After Landslide, things have been tricky and hard. People have been talking and it freaked her out. Do you remember that time when Mr. Schue made us wear those shirts during "Born this Way"?

Quinn looked back and nodded at Brittany.

Quinn:
Yeah, the one where San didn't show.

Brittany shook her head.

Brittany:
She did show. I saw her by her locker before I showed up in the auditorium. She was wearing a shirt with "Bitch" written on it.

Quinn tried to stifled a chuckle at the thought. 'How fitting' was on her mind.

Brittany:
She said it was perfect but then I gave her the one I made which says "Lebanese" but she didn't wanna wear it. So I left her there, I know she's scared of what people will say but that's what I'm here for. I'd definitely be there for her. I was kinda hurt too so I left.

Quinn was silent. Hearing Brittany talk about something intimate and exclusive between her and Santana made her forget about her own baggage. She was adamant to be there for her girls whatever happens.

Brittany:
But then as we run through the number I saw her. I saw her Quinn. She was there. Top row to the left. She was seating beside Karofsky but she was there. Wearing the shirt I made her.

Quinn looked back up at Brittany.

Quinn:
She wore your shirt?

Brittany nodded.

Brittany:
Yeah, and I almost slipped and got lost. I was so proud of her.
But it's confusing both of us. She's hot and cold about it. So I kind of just asked her that we keep it cool for now. And that we'll talk about it when we get back.

Quinn:
I see. So you and Artie, but then there's you and San? I'm not going to tell you what to do Britt. But you're going to have choose soon. I know it's gonna be hard. One of them is bound to get hurt, that's for sure. But I think it's gonna be unfair for both of them if you keep them hanging.

Brittany:
I don't want that Quinn. I don't mean to. It's just really confusing. Santana, she's my bestfriend and I love her like forever. But Artie, he's just so simple. I don't know Q. I wish Lord Tubbington is here to help too.

Quinn:
Is that why you wanted to get home before you decide? Because Tubbs knows a lot about you and San? Is that it?

Brittany nodded. Quinn flashed the taller blonde a smile while nodding.

Quinn:
Ok Britt. Think it over. If you need me I'm always here ok. So will Santana. We both know she'll always be there for you no matter what. Santana may be a huge pain sometimes but-

Quinn's thoughts got cut when Artie wheels in near the two blondes.

Artie:
Ahem. Ah. Hey Quinn, Brittany. I was uh, just wondering if I could like talk to you for a bit.

Artie was mentioning to Brittany. Quinn cocked her eyebrow and looked at Brittany. Brittany just shrugs.

Quinn:
Ah. Ok. Britt we'll talk again later ok?

Brittany nods and sighs before giving Quinn a hug. Quinn returns her friends embrace before sliding off the bed and goes to the couch sitting besides Lauren who wraps a friendly arm over Quinn's shoulders.

Brittany looks down on her hands feeling the hem of her shirt. Artie moves in closer.

Artie:
Hi. Uhm. I just wanted to um... thank you for considering me to sing your song with you. I've been meaning to tell you yesterday but I just couldn't find the right timing.

Britt:
Oh. ah. Ok. You're welcome, I guess.

Artie:
Are you still mad at me Britt. I mean I kinda dunno where I could place myself around you. I know I did something pretty bad. And I really am sorry, Britt.

Brittany doesn't say anything but let's out a little smile.

Artie:
I feel like I'm walking on eggshells, or on my case rolling on them. I really want a second chance Britt. I, I really do care for you. I mean a lot. You don't have to like decide right now. After what just happened and all the other stuff I can understand if you won't give me an answer right away.

Brittany:
Thank you Artie. And I'm not really mad anymore. But I don't really want to talk about that. I mean not right now, at least.

Artie nods in agreement.

Artie:
So that takes me to my second proposal. Um. I. Britt? Would you kinda want to um, grab dinner with me? It's like our last night here in New York and I was thinking that maybe you'd want to have dinner. You know, even just as friends or something.

Brittany looks at Artie and thinks for a while. She takes a glance towards Quinn's direction. The smaller blonde is looking at her and smiles. Brittany looks back at Artie.

Brittany:
It's just dinner right? And just as friends.

Artie's smile faltered a little bit but is quickly replaced by another timid smile, he then nods.

Brittany:
Ok. Then.

Artie:
Great. And then maybe we can go to the park and maybe like go and feed the ducks. If you want to.

Brittany squeals at the mention of ducks. She hops off the bed and gives Artie a little hug.

Brittany:
Yeah! That'd be really cool Artie. Thanks. I'd really love that.

Quinn squints her eyes and feels a little troubled with the exchange between Artie and Brittany. She's having a bad feeling about this.

Quinn:
Santana where are you? You better get your ass back in here. For your own good.

Quinn mumbles to herself.

Lauren:
Whatcha mumbling there Quinn? Puck getting in your nerves again?

Quinn leaves her thoughts and looks at Lauren.

Quinn:
Oh, uh. No. So, when are you planning to dye your hair again?

Lauren answers Quinn although it falls on deaf ears as Quinn turns her attention back towards Artie and Brittany who are now talking oh so animatedly.

Once Artie left Quinn quickly made her way to Brittany.

Quinn:
Hey.

Brittany:
Oh. Hey Quinn.

Brittany looked everywhere except the shorter blonde's eyes. Quinn noticed the distress in the other blonde.

Quinn:
Hey. You ok? You seem a little jumpy. What did Artie want?

Brittany shrugged but sat back down. She slumped her shoulders and looked back at Quinn.

Brittany:
Quinn. Artie, he asked me out for dinner.

Quinn squinted her eyes a little and looked down to meet Brittany's eyes.

Brittany:
I said yes.

Quinn sat down next to her; her eyebrows shooting up, eyes wide and mouth agape unable to speak.

Brittany:
Please say something, Quinn.

Brittany now looking up at Quinn sees a troubled expression.

Brittany:
It's just dinner. He said, and as friends. And I kind of got excited because of the ducks in the park.

Quinn was now confused than ever. Artie played the duck card. He's good.

Quinn:
Honey, it's fine. It's still your decision. Whatever it is. I'm just a little worried. But as long as you're happy I'm fine by it. And I'm sure Santana is too.

Brittany:
Oh my god! SANTANA! I totally forgot! She's still out there! I can't possible got out with Artie. What if she comes back and looks for me? What if she gets mad again? I'm so stupi-

Quinn:
Hey hey! Don't even finish that. You. Are. Not. Stupid. Brittany. Hey, remember what Santana said. If you ever call yourself that a rainbow unicorn dies. Do you want that to happen?

Brittany:
Oh yeah. No, they're almost soo extinct now. I haven't even seen one yet.

Quinn:
Mmhmm. That's right. Like I said, it's still your decision Britt. (Oh god Santana where are you!)

Brittany:
Well, it is just dinner between friends after all.

Quinn couldn't bear to nod so she just flashed Brittany a smile. Neither encouraging nor discouraging.

Brittany clapped her hands and smiled back.

Brittany:
I really wanted to see the ducks.

With that Brittany hurriedly made her way to her suitcase and decided what she'd wear for her night out with Artie. On the other side of the room Quinn was mentally kicking herself. She could still stop Brittany but it's not her place to do so. She loved her girls but she has to let them decide things for themselves. Regardless of what those actions bring out. Although deep inside her she knows this dinner would be the tipping point to how the Santana x Brittany x Artie love triangle would play out. Something more is bound to change after this seemingly innocent dinner.

A little while later Artie came back to asked Brittany to get ready. Brittany was already in the bathroom taking a shower. Artie went back to the other room to get ready, there was excitement in his voice. Quinn could only wish that Santana gets back before they leave for dinner.

Quinn:
Santana. Where are you?

Quinn sighing. Her heart going out for her other bestfriend.

EXTERIOR. STREET (NEW YORK). NIGHT

New York City at night. One thing is for sure, this sure beats Lima hundred times over. The sights, the sounds, the smell, the chill in the air. Everything is different. Better different. This is where she belongs, except maybe she can do better without the cold New York air. Santana belongs to the big city. That's for sure.

Walking around definitely lighten her mood. Not to mention she got to think about some of the things that had been bothering her from the inside. She's ready. Maybe a little. She wants to do it one baby step at a time. She's gonna start from glee club. And then maybe her parents. She's not only doing this to be with Brittany, but most of all, she's doing this for herself. Everyday seems like a war with herself and it's been eating her up eversince. The only thing she's looking forward in going back is that they'd be able to really talk about this. And for that matter, she can't wait to come home. But now, for a more pressing matter. Getting back to her hotel.

On her way back, Santana fiddles with her fingers. She's not nervous or embarrassed, she's just bothered and a little anxious. Not placing in Nationals really got her down. And her outburst must've been a little too much, but that's just basically how she'd react to everything so, no harm no foul. She rolls her eyes and continues on walking.

Santana:
Psh! We were so close. Sigh. Well at least there's still next year. But I'm sure Imma rip their eyes out if they screw up again.

She thought to herself, crossing her arms to her chest while shaking her head in approval.

She walks the busy streets of New York, she looks at the two bottles of vodka she just bought from a 7-11 joint not long ago. Even though they didn't win she wouldn't let the opportunity to drink with her favorite girls pass. She looks around passing cafes, bars and restos. She remembers seeing the long lane of benches she saw earlier today at Central Park when she left the hotel. She decides to head to that direction.

Santana:
I guess I'm just gonna have to share you with my girls tonight Antonov. Yeah, well I guess all except for Berry.

She scoffs at the thought of talking to a bottle of alcohol. She takes a left and walks straight to the said park. She needs to cross the street past 5th Avenue where more cafes lined. She walked passed each of them. Not even batting an eyelash until she saw a glint of blonde bobbing up and down the counter inside a small cafe. She squinted and made a once over. She went in closer her mouth opening and closing.

Santana:
Britt?

Her eyebrows shot up and her eyes grew big. Her mouth agape before she gulped nervously. It was indeed the blonde in mention. Brittany was up in the counter talking to Artie. Santana furrowed her eyebrows and scowled.

Santana:
What the hell? What is going on? What is she doing out here with him? Why is she even with him?

Santana looked down on the pavement and thought back on their last conversation. Everything was doing fine. After prom they were talking again. All was going well. They had agreed to keep it cool for a while and then talk more when they got back.

Bile was rising up to her chest. She can feel herself getting dizzy. The scowl on her face remained. Her cheeks were flushed. She looked back inside the cafe. They were now seated, Artie's hand on Brittany's. Both had a smile etched on their faces.

She looked away. Tears slowly making its way down her cheeks. She opened one of the bottles and brought it on her lips. She felt it go down smoothly. Then it started to burn inside her chest.

Santana:
Better I feel that than... that.

She stopped herself from looking back and started to run. She had been running before all this. This wasn't all that new to her.

EXTERIOR. CENTRAL PARK. NIGHT

Sobbing and walking seemed harder when your a little tipsy too. Santana knows this now. She wavers and stops once in a while to get the ringing out of her ears and the burning on her chest. She stops infront of a big tree, thinks for a while then she scurries, takes her phone out of her bra and decides to call her favorite blonde. Thank you liquid courage. She says.

Santana:
Britts! Pick up! C'mon.

The phone just keeps on ringing. Brittany wasn't picking it up. Santana grunts and redials.

Santana:
Too busy to answer your "bestfriend's" calls, I see.

She rolls her eyes at the mention of bestfriend. She grunts and gets frustrated when it goes to voice mail. She dials again. This time her call is answered. Santana's eyes gets wide, her lips gets tugged upwards for a little smile. But it's gone as soon as it appeared.

Santana:
What the hell Britt! You're with wheels again? I thought we talked about this... We, you said that we-

Quinn:
San? It's Quinn, Santana. Where are you? It's late.

Santana:
Q? What the hell? Wha- Are you with Brittany? Why d'you have her phone? I just saw-

Quinn:
Brittany seems to have left her phone. She's not here San. She's with-. She's out. Wait, where are you? You need to get back in here. Mr. Schuester's ears are blowing smoke.

Santana huffs and grins. She's thankful Quinn didn't finish her sentence about who Brittany's with. She rolls her eyes on the comment about their club director.

Santana:
I can imagine. And I know... I know she's out, with... This is messed up Quinn. Did I mess it up again?

Quinn:
What are you talking about Santana? You messed up what? Just come on back ok?. We'll talk about it here.

Santana:
No! I dow'anna! And don't play dumb with me Q. You may be blonde but hell you sure aren't dumb. Hell, you're really not even blonde! And you know what I'm talkin' about! No, not the not blonde part.

Quinn:
Shut it San! Wait, are you drunk? Santana Lopez answer the question! Are you freaking drunk?

Santana:
Cool it mother! And no, I'm not drunk. Maybe, a little.

Quinn grunts from the other line. She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. She knows what's gonna happen next.

Santana:
Quinn.

Quinn:
Yeah. I'm still here. Just come up already San. It's getting dark.
Santana doesn't answer. Quinn furrows her eyes and asks where Santana is. Again, no answer. But then she hears a faint, choked sob. And then another one. A little louder this time.

Quinn:
Santana? Hey, are you crying? San?

Santana:
No. No-t crying. Me? He-ll nah!

Yeah right. Quinn thinks.

Quinn:
Sure. Whatever you say San. Now, are you coming up or do I need to drag you up in here?

Santana:
Q. Just... W-ill you ju-st...Oh fuck you Q!

Quinn:
No thanks San. I'm cool. Now where are you?

Santana rolls her eyes and tells Quinn she's somewhere in Central Park.

Quinn:
What do you mean by "somewhere in Central Park"? Can't you be more specific than that?

Santana looks around and sighs. Everything's a little blurred and moving and hazy. Yup, she's drunk alright. She mumbles a curse in spanish.

Quinn:
I heard that Santana. And I don't appreciate it.

Santana:
I wa-sn't t-alking toyou Fabray. And no, I c-an't be mo-re specific than'at. Ha-ppy?

Quinn:
Look Santana, can you just please come back up.

Santana:
I c-an't. I'm not sure... I'm. Quinn can y-ou just.

Santana is full on crying now. Quinn couldn't hear the last words but she nods.

Quinn:
Yeah. Don't worry. I'll come get you. Don't go anywhere.

Santana nods.

Quinn:
Santana!

Santana:
I sa-id ok! Ok Q! I s-aid ok.

Quinn:
Ah, no, actually, you didn't, San.

Santana:
Fi-ne! I no-dded o-k!

Quinn rolls her eyes but smiles. She takes her coat, grabs her phone and purse from the desk and places it inside her coat.

Quinn:
Whatever. Stay there ok. I'm hanging up now but I'll call you back with my phone ok?

Santana:
Ok.

Click. She hung up.

EXTERIOR. CENTRAL PARK. NIGHT

Quinn runs around the park. She realizes its getting really dark, she thanks the higher powers for streetlights and night joggers, strollers and cheesy lovers walking about, so she's doesn't have to worry about pickpockets and robbers and stuff. If she wasn't getting all worked up from looking for a certain latina, she'd think the night would've been romantic. Her mind was brought back by the chilled air and her brain shouting at her to be alert for any signs of her seemingly, drunken friend, no scratch that, she knows she'll find Santana drunk. She knows she'll find her.

Quinn:
Ugh! Where in the freaking world are you Santana! Just great, I'm talking to myself now. Just great.

She passed the same tree now, or she thinks so. She crossed a bridge to get to the other parts of the park. Passing trees making sure to look for her under each one. This is getting a little tiring. Quinn has been looking for more than half an hour already. She's keeps calling Santana, praying her calls get through but there seems to be not enough reception. She sighs in frustration. Quinn makes another turn quickly glancing around for her friend. Nothing. She walks out in the open field and calls again. It's ringing.

Quinn:
Thank God! San, pick up! Pick up!

Santana:
Yerp. whosdiz? Ifyouz be stubblez imma hangupnow ya hear!

Yeah. She's definitely drunk now. Quinn thought.

Quinn:
Santana, No! Santana! Listen to me, it's Quinn! Where are you? Don't hang up!

Santana:
Q? Quinny? Comegetz me. Please.

Quinn:
San! Stay there. Stay on the phone. Where are you? Can you tell me where you are right now?

Santana starts crying in the phone. Her voice is almost inaudible with her sobs.

Santana:
Q! Sheswid'im again! Britts. I, I, it... She.

Quinn cuts her off, frustrated but determined to get her friend to tell her where she is.

Quinn:
San. You need to listen to me ok. I need you to tell me where you are. Are you near a post or a tree, or maybe a lake? Santana Lopez, tell me where you are right now.

Santana nods at the voice on her phone. Trying to clear her sobs to speak clearly.

Santana:
Yousoun' funny Q. Im, Im. I thinkz'm lost Q.

Quinn rolls her eyes, at least Santana can still answer her.

Quinn:
I'm aware of that Santana. Can you tell me what the place looks like, where you're standing on. This is important Santana.

Santana:
I thinki'm nearabridge or som'n. Immago and wait for ya in da middle of da bridge. Tha' ok?

Quinn:
WAIT NO! Stay there, tell me more first. San! Stay you hear?

Santana:
Ya, ya! Quit yappin. There'za big-ass tree too, Q. An' an' benches. Ican see a, a... Britt?

Quinn:
Wait, what? San I can't hear you. Say that again.

Santana sees a blonde crossing the same bridge she just mentioned to Quinn. She was walking next to a boy in a weelchair. Both were laughing at a joke the boy must've said. She didn't even notice tears cascading down her caramel cheeks. She started choking on her tears.

Quinn:
San? SAN. What's happening. Talk to me babe. Santana! Shhh babe. Don't cry, it'll be fine. I promise. Where are you? San, please tell me where you are.

Quinn finds herself running faster that she ever knew she could. Crossing every bridge she could lay eyes on looking for a possibly broken latina. This is gonna be a long night, for them both.

Santana:
It's Britts. She, she's... I see her... see them. The bridge.

Quinn:
Fu-. Why in the. Why now! Shh. San, listen to me. I'm coming to get you. Stay there ok? You hear me? Don't go anywhere. I'll call you back. Stay there!

Quinn hangs up and calls Brittany's phone. It's ringing, but before the second ring she remembers Brittany left it in their room. She hangs up then started calling Artie. Phone rings.

Quinn:
Freaking pickup Artie! Pick u-

Artie:
Waddup! Artie Abra-

Quinn:
Artie! It's Quinn, where are you!

Artie:
Oh hey Quinn, to what do I owe the pleasure of having you grace me with a phone call this lovely evening?

Quinn:
Not the time. Hey, is Brittany with you? Where are you? Stop moving. Tell me where you are!

Artie:
Wait, chill. Yes, I'm with Britt. We're at Central Park.

Quinn:
I'm aware of that. Tell me where you are exactly. Which bridge are you on?

Artie:
Bridge? How d'you know we're on a bridge Quinn?

Quinn:
Irrelevant. Not the question Artie. Which bridge are you on? I need to know. Now Artie.

Artie:
Ok. ok. We're near Harlem Meer. Just past the boathouse. Brittany wanted to see the ducks. It's south 5th Avenue gate.

Quinn:
Crap! I'm on the other side! Thanks Artie.

Artie:
Wait, you're here too? Where? Britt, Quinn's he-

Quinn hangs up and dials Santana's number again. She's running like crazy, still hoping Santana stayed in her place like Quinn told her. Santana's phone rings.

Quinn:
San! Santana? Where are you? You didn't leave did you?

Santana:
-

Quinn:
Santana, answer me. Please tell me you stayed.

Quinn couldn't hear but the choked sobs on the other side of the line. She can only hope she stayed. Quinn crossed the bridge to the other side of the park, she looked for the boathouse when she saw the lake. There were two bridges. One near where the boats are docked and the other near the trees and benches. Benches! Santana mentioned benches.

Quinns eyes widen and started to sprint towards the other bridge. It was illuminated by the lamp posts lining the whole park. She couldn't see Artie or Brittany. They must've left already.

Quinn:
Tsk. I hope Santana didn't follow them. Ugh. San! Santana! Can you hear me? Are you there? San. I swear if you don't answer me I'll-

Santana:
I can hear you Q.

Quinn relaxed a bit. Santana's voice muffled by her heavy breathing. Quinn ran again. She's panting now. Clutching her chest like it's in much need of air. She can only thank Sue's strenuous training, without it her legs would've given up from running ages ago.

Quinn:
Where are you? I'm on the bridge, can you see me? Santana? I don't see a the big-ass tree you were talking about. San?

Santana:
-

Quinn:
SANTANA! Where are you?

She reached the bridge. She looked around, squinting her eyes to look at the trees. She turned around and surveyed the people there, trying to spot where her friend is or might be. She turned around again pacing back and forth.

Quinn:
San! Talk to me please. Where are yo-

Santana:
Quinn.

Quinn felt something heavy on her back before she felt an arm circling around her waist squeezing her tightly. She nearly fell down because of the sudden rush behind her, thankfully her reflexes kept her upright. She started to panic before she turned and looked over her shoulder. She can only see dark locks, hear quiet drowned sobs and light clinking of glass against her belt, feel incredibly warm hands on her waist and smell cinammon along with pungent vodka.

Quinn:
Santana.

She loosened the tight embrace around her waist a bit and turned towards the latina she'd been looking for. She wrapped one of her arms around Santana's shoulders and the other around Santana's neck pulling here closer to her own. She felt the wetness dripping on her neck. Santana's breathing heavy at first started to even out now. Her own breathing returning to normal. They stood there for a while before Quinn talked.

Quinn:
I'm here now, S. It'll be fine. I got you.

Santana:
Hmmm.

After minutes of persuasive talking from the weepy and drunk brunette they both walk back to where Santana was staying before she saw Quinn on the bridge. The latina suggesting they shouldn't waste what's left of the decent bottle of vodka. Long night it is.

INTERIOR. HOTEL CORRIDOR (NEW YORK). NIGHT

DING! The elevator opens then two girls appear from behind it. The blonde carrying a very drunk and weepy Santana Lopez. They stumble down almost after every two steps causing Quinn to groan under her breath. Her grab on the latina slowly slipping because of her constant squirming.

Santana:
IwantzmyBrittBritt, Quinn! Wha-Whyshe wid stubblesagain huh? They better notbegettin' their mackon cuz immago allLima'ights on'em!

Quinn:
Will you stop with the Lima Heights talk, S. You don't even live there. You live just across the street from me remember?

Quinn rolls her eyes. She remembers the very first day she and Santana ever laid their eyes on each other. It was a drizzling Wednesday. Santana's family was unloading the rest of the boxes from the moving company truck. Santana was sitting on the backseat of her father's car looking around her new neighborhood. Even at 4 she already had a commanding presence. Quinn was on the swing across from her looking intently at the new girl. Santana rolls down the window when she notice Quinn staring. Santana pokes her head out and stares back at Quinn with a cocky grin. Quinn raises an eyebrow not backing down and smirks.

Quinn stops reminiscing and decides to just carry the latina on her back. Pinning her first on the wall before letting her drop on her back.

Santana:
Wha-why are you'bein mean! Where's BrittBritt Quinny? Why won't she want me too? I'm hot. I'm waay hotter than wheels. Righ'? I mean c'mon. I'm da hottestpiece in school. Well other than you'nd BrittBritt 'course.

Quinn:
Shh. Yes San you are. We'll talk when we get back on the room ok San?

Santana:
Ok Q. I jus want her ya know. An' an' then she's wid wheels. And it hurts Quinn. Like a lot, in here! I wantz it tostop. I wantz tobe happy too Q. I wantz somebody tolove me too.

Santana slurred words get caught in Quinn's thoughts, It's the first time she'd seen her this broken. Santana Lopez, the resident HBIC, shattered and vulnerable. Listening to Brittany earlier today gave her a glimpse of Santana's hidden side. The side that she knew only Brittany gets to witness. Now she gets to see it herself, and for the first time after a long time, Quinn Fabray wants to protect her longtime rival and estranged bestfriend, regardless of how unsure she is of how she can help the drunken latina.

Quinn:
I know San. And after we got you to bed and all sober and stuff we'll talk about it and then I'll help you too 'k?

Santana:
Ya promise?

Quinn:
Yeah. I promise. Now, will you just please stop moving.

Quinn feels Santana nod and then feels hot water dripping from her shoulders. She huffs at the thought of the latina drooling on her but after hearing sobs from the girl on her back she realizes they're Santana's tears.

Quinn:
We're nearly there honey. Hold on ok?

Quinn walks a little faster. Gripping Santana's slipping body and adjusting her hands for better support.

Santana:
Britt-Britt? 'sat you? I'm sorry, I'll do better ok. I promise. I won't hide 'nymore ok? I'll go to your cheese show too. I'll be nicer. An, and I'll tell everyone. I won't hide ok. Tha's what you told me before right? Imma be nicer. Promise. I'll even be nice to puffy boobs Finn. I will. Britt? Just... please, please say you love me too. Please Brittany.

Quinn is surprised by the desperate confession. She mentally kicks herself to keep walking and to keep it together for Santana's sake. She may sometimes be a bitch void of emotion herself and just like Santana, a veteran in keeping her feelings locked deep within her walls, but she possibly couldn't help but break.

Quinn:
San. No, It's Quinn.

Santana:
But Britts always call me honey. You sure you're not Britts? You're really pretty and blonde too.

Quinn:
I'm sure Santana. I'm Quinn. Brittany's not here yet. And I'm sure she loves you too San. Don't worry about it too much ok. Shh.

The latina nods and wraps her arms lightly on Quinn's neck. She sighs and continues walking. She's aware of Santana and Brittany's sex isn't dating status since sophomore year but she never would've thought that Santana, the Santana Lopez is in love with Brittany. She was too caught up with her own issues that she missed the growing attraction of her bestfriends with each other.

'Brittany:
I love her too Quinn, more than anything in the world. But, Artie. He's just...'

Brittany's words reverberate inside Quinn's head. She shakes that thought out and focuses on the girl sobbing on her back.

Quinn:
Ok San. I need you to listen to me now ok? Listen carefully. Are you listening San?

Santana:
Uh huh. I'mall ears Quinny bear.

Quinn rolls her eyes at Santana's childhood nickname for her.

Quinn:
San. I need you to keep quiet until I say it's ok for you to speak ok? Do you understand? Santana, baby? Are you listening?

Santana:
Uh huh. Shhhhhh.

Santana puts a finger on her lips to silence herself. She stirs as an answer. Quinn nods. Even though drunken Santana says she's not gonna hide anymore sober Santana might disagree. And sober Santana is way more scarier than drunken Santana. No point in comparison. But drunken Santana can be badass and all Lima and stuff too. Just ask Finn and Puck and Sam and Mike.

Quinn:
Ok, good. No talking now ok San? We're almost there.

A little while later she reaches the door to their room. She kicks on the door thrice, unable to use her hands to knock on it.

The door slowly creaks open. A confused asian girl pokes her head out. Tina's eyes goes wide and so does the doorway. She pushed the door open letting Quinn and Santana in. Quinn goes straight to one of the beds and plops Santana down. The latina sprawls out and dips her head on the covers. Mercedes stares at Santana before throwing Quinn a questioning look.

Quinn:
Don't ask. All I know is that she's upset. No, upset is an understatement.

Rachel:
You can't possibly be implying that her being drunk is solely my faul-

Quinn:
No, I blame Finn too.

Quinn looks at Rachel's direction. Casting her a steely glance which caused the latter to stop talking before turning back to Mercedes and Tina. She cranks her neck slightly, letting it pop a little before massaging it with her right hand.

Quinn:
Can you leave us for a while? I need to... just please can you give us a minute... or hour. And take her with you.

The last words leaving her mouth a little harsher. The two girls recognizing the tone immediately grabbed Rachel's arm and tugged her out of the room.

Quinn sighs to herself as she looks at Santana. She never looked so vulnerable. She can't even remember the last time she did. Quinn walked towards the door and locks it. She turned her attention back to the latina.

Quinn:
Ok San, it's safe. No one's here. You can talk now.

Santana doesn't respond.

Quinn:
Santana? San, honey.

Quinn slowly gets up in the bed to look at Santana. A small smile grazing up the corners of her mouth as she sees the latina drifting into sleep. She brushes a clump of hair off Santana's face before kissing the girl's forehead. The brunette's face relaxes a bit but still full of hurt. Quinn gets off the bed. She took her purse and her phone out and placed it on the night desk. She removed her coat and draped it on the couch. Next she opened her luggage and took out an oversized t-shirt and boy shorts. She stood up and walked towards the bathroom. She turned the door knob, pushed the door in and hit KURT.

Quinn:
Oh god Kurt! What are you doing in here? You scared me. I thought no one was left in here.

Kurt:
Quinn! I'm. I was just applying my nightly regimen. And I know the girl's bathroom will be more than sanitary so it's clearly the best choice.

Quinn:
Hm. I see. Uhm. Well, ah. I'm just gonna change in the room then.

Kurt:
Oh, no. You can stay. I'm almost done. And you said something about everyone leaving?

Quinn furrowed her brow and blinked before answering.

Quinn:
I just got back with Santana. I told the girls to leave us for a while. I um, need to change her clothes. She's still in her dress.

Kurt:
I see. Well, ok. I'll keep her company then, whilst you're changing.

Quinn thought for a moment. What if Santana wakes up and starts talking again. But then again Santana only talks gibberish when she's half awake.

Kurt:
Quinn?

Quinn:
Ah. Yeah. Sure. Thanks Kurt. I'll be over in a bit.

With that Kurt left the bathroom. Quinn changed as fast as she could. Faster than she even thought was possible. She went out of the bathroom and attended to the sleeping latina.

Kurt:
Wow. That was awkwardly fast. Hurry much?

Quinn:
Not really. Just worried that she might suddenly gets sick and barfs in the bed or something.

Kurt nods knowingly. An uncomfortable silence surrounds them both.

Kurt:
Um. Ok. You like, want to me to help you get her dressed?

Quinn:
No! I mean. I wouldn't want to um, take your time. I can manage, but thanks anyway. 'Cedes and the rest, I think are in the other room. Um. I'll just call when I'm done.

Kurt looks at Santana. He sighs deeply before looking at Quinn then back at the sleeping latina.

Kurt:
She looks so broken. Things like this should never happen to pretty girls. Even for super bitchy ones. But then again, you can never help you fall for.

Quinn snaps her head at Kurt and looks at him. Kurt moves her eyes to Quinn. He blinks and looks back at Santana.

Kurt:
She's probably just scared. I've been there. She's lucky she has you guys. I'm guessing she found out about their dinner out?

Quinn just nodded.

Quinn:
You knew? Since when? And how? I mean, I've only had my suspicions but that's just that.

Kurt just shrugged. He never thought Santana was playing for the same team as him. Santana was way off of his gaydar. He just found out recently.

Kurt:
I've only just figure out recently. Karofsky. When dad and I had a meeting with Figgins. You know, the day before I got back. We'll he didn't tell me per se. I just kinda pieced everything together. And honey, those bullywhips uniform, had "gay" screaming all over it, it was almost painful.

Kurt rolled his eyes as he explained. Quinn huffed a smile and shook her head.

Kurt:
But Quinn, don't tell her I know ok? Denial bugs are the worst. They'll suck you back to the closet even before you can say "gay". Hmm. That rhymed. I'll see you later Quinn.

Quinn nodded and thanked Kurt. Kurt opened the door and locked it behind him, he went out leaving Quinn alone with Santana. She glanced at the latina before going through Santana's stuff. She took out a burgundy tank top and black boy shorts. Quinn went back up the bed and quietly nudged at Santana.

Quinn:
San. Santana, honey. You need to change you clothes. San.

Santana mumbles at Quinn's direction. Quinn rolls her eyes and takes it as a yes.

Quinn:
You know this will be a lot easier with a little help from you Santana.

More mumbles. Quinn huffs.

Quinn:
Well at least you're still listening. Although I doubt you'll ever gonna remember any of this in the morning. Ok San, I'm gonna take your dress off now ok?

Quinn moves Santana on her side to get to the zipper on her back. She unzips it easily. She then moved the strap off of Santana's shoulder. Her skin was hot, not hot as in sexy but hot as in more than warm. It's most probably because she drank too much. Quinn sighs. She slid the remaining strap from the her other shoulder before tugging the dress down.

Quinn gasped, she had known Santana to be hot, this time meaning sexy, she had countless naked showers with her in the locker rooms. But after quitting cheerios, this is the first time she had seen her body, kind of naked at least. Santana kept herself fit. Her abs are very well toned, so are her arms and legs. Must be all the running she's been doing lately. Quinn couldn't help but stare and her black lacy Victoria's Secret underwear isn't helping, it just made Quinn swallow nervously.

Quinn shook her head and dropped Santana's dress. She got back beside the latina; slid on her shorts and then clumsily pulled in her tank top. Santana stirred and mumbled. It's amazing how she can stay semi-conscious with all that tugging and pulling. Finally, Santana is fully clothed.

Quinn got off the bed and picked Santana's dress on the floor. She fold it up and placed it on her hamper before putting it back inside Santana's suitcase.

Santana groans. Quinn quickly moves to the bed.

Quinn:
San. Are you ok? What's wrong. Do you feel sick?

Santana nods. Quinn sighs and moves to pick up Santana. Quinn moves excruciatingly slow towards the bathroom as Santana's wobbly legs fail to assist her.

Quinn:
Didn't I tell you to lay off those burgers? You know for someone so small you eat like guy.

Santana scoffs.

Quinn:
Glad to see that at least your attitude is back.

They finally reach the bathroom. Quinn plops Santana towards the toilet, pulling her hair back away from her face. Santana heaves and lets out her stomach's content. Quinn rubbed circle on her back, trying to soothe her. Santana coughed out one last time. She stayed for a while before pulling the seat down and flushing the toilet. Quinn pulled her up letting her sit on the toilet.

Quinn:
Feel any better?

Santana just shook her head. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand before trying to stand up.

Quinn:
What are you doing?

Santana looked at Quinn then looked up at the sink before pointing at the mouthwash.

Quinn:
Oh. Well at least you had the decency to spare me from your puke breathe.

Santana gave her the finger. Quinn laughed.

Quinn:
I'll say it again San. No thank you. Not that into that.

Santana cocked her head and looked at the blonde. 'not that into that' Santana thought. She opened the mouthwash for her and handed Santana a plastic cup. She sipped the liquid and felt it sting inside her mouth. She spit it out after some thorough gargling. She repeat it until she's satisfied and an almost empty bottle was left in the sink.

Quinn:
Wow. That's definitely something I wouldn't want to see for the rest of my life ever again.

Santana rolled her eyes but instantly got dizzy, she started to slip. Quinn grabbed the latina. Santana immediately wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck then slid her head on the blondes shoulder. Quinn wrapped her arms around Santana's slim waist and slowly walked back towards the bed.

Quinn:
This is eventful.

Santana:
Stop complaining Q.

Quinn:
She speaks! She speaks! Alert the counsel!

Quinn feigns shock in her fake british accent. They finally get to the bed. She props Santana up the bed. Quinn goes back and gets a bottle of water which she gives to Santana. Santana chugs the content in record time.

Quinn:
You want another one?

Santana shakes her head no. Quinn nods switches off the lights and sits next to her friend. Her back on the headboard. Quinn turns the bedside lamp on and grabs the book she left on the night desk.

Santana:
Q?

Quinn:
Yeah?

Santana:
Thanks.

Quinn:
Mmhmm.

They stay like that for a moment. Santana then crawls up and rests her head on Quinn's lap. Quinn a little surprised by the movement but not that weirded out. She started to stroke Santana's hair, lightly scratching her scalp. Santana let out a little moan which Quinn caught. Quinn coughed a little then stopped.

Santana:
Don't stop please. It kinda feels nice, Q.

Quinn:
Uh. Ok.

Quinn started to stroke Santana's hair again, slightly scratching and massaging the brunette. Quinn closes her book and returns it on the desk.

Quinn:
You know you're nicer to me when you're drunk.

Quinn chuckled as Santana rolled her eyes.

Quinn:
So, do you still feel sick or something? Or are you sobering up?

Santana:
Not sick. Just a little dizzy though. I'm still buzzed but I understand you ok, so I think I'm getting there.

Quinn:
And plus your not that weepy anymore.

Santana:
Shut up Quinn. I'm not weepy.

Quinn:
Yeah. Sure. Whatever S.

They stay silent for a while. Without the usual awkwardness between them. Quinn yawns a little.

Santana:
You're already sleepy, Q. Come on and lay down with me.

Quinn slides down next to Santana. She wasn't sleepy although a bit tired. She had been running around like an idiot looking for another idiot. Santana turns to her side and looks at the blonde beside her.

Quinn:
What?

Santana:
Thank you for looking for me and finding me out there.

Quinn huffs a smile and looked at her friend.

Quinn:
Hey, you found me remember. I just stood on that bridge.

Santana nodded. She stayed on her side and looked at Quinn. Actually stared at her. The last time they were this close was during their fight earlier this year. Quinn looked stunning under the orange glow of the bedside lamp. Her blonde hair glistening like embers and her eyes of hazel were bright and beautiful. She couldn't help but compare her to another blonde. A taller one who had Azure eyes. She'd prefer the other blonde but she doesn't mind having Quinn beside her tonight. She made her feel safe and warm. Quinn felt brown eyes piercing through her skull.

Quinn:
It's rude to stare Santana.

Santana:
I. I wasn't staring. I was thinking Q.

Quinn:
Yeah? What about? You wanna talk about it? I mean you kind of spilled a lot already, but you were just spitting words. Couldn't understand much of the words you were saying.

Santana had been anticipating "the talk" with Quinn the moment she answered Brittany's phone.

Santana:
I don't really want to talk about it right now. It's still confusing. I mean on my part.

Quinn:
What are you so confused about?

Santana:
It's complicated Quinn.

Quinn:
What is? Santana, you can say it you know. It's just us in here.

Santana:
What do you mean Quinn?

Quinn:
That you're in love with Brittany. We both know you do. And if I can point out you made sure I know.

Santana:
I did? When?

Quinn:
When you made that comment about me not being a dumb blonde or-

Santana:
Not being blonde at all? Yeah I remember now.

Quinn:
Mmhmm. Now do you remember the other stuff you've been mumbling about earlier today?

Santana:
Yeah. I was just drunk, I didn't hit my head and had amnesia Quinn. I've just had like one bottle of vodka.

Quinn:
One and a half. You made me drink the other half remember.

Santana:
Oh yeah. And you made the funniest faces ever. hahaha.

Quinn rolled her eyes and copied the latina's position. She turned to her side and propped her head up by leaning on her arm.

Santana:
Quinn. I'm not really in the mood for talking.

Quinn:
Ok.

They both looked at each other in silence. They haven't stared at each other like this for what seems to be forever. They usually have bitch stare downs all the time but this time it's different. They just looked at each other. Without hidden agendas or malice or anything of that sort. It was like how they looked at each other when they were kids. Quinny and Santi.

Quinn & Santana:
I missed you.

Both looked surprised. They giggled and shook their heads. They did miss each other. They missed each other a lot more than they'd want to admit.

Quinn & Santana:
I missed you too.

Santana:
Hahaha. I guess that's already implied Quinn.

Quinn scoffed and agreed.

Quinn:
Come here.

Quinn pulled Santana into a hug. Quinn grabbed the smaller girl's arm towards her. Santana's neck resting on her shoulder. Quinn draping her arms around the latina's lithe body.

Quinn:
We haven't had cuddles since... Well I can't remember the last time we cuddled.

Santana:
Summer before we started Sophomore year. During cheer camp.

Quinn:
That wasn't me you idiot. That was Britt...

Quinn stopped herself. Santana sensing Quinn freeze, nudged her head on Quinns neck.

Santana:
It's fine Q. I won't breakdown on you or anything like that. I'm fine.

Santana felt Quinn nod and start to relax.

Santana:
Q, can I tell you something?

Quinn:
Ah. Yeah, sure. You can tell me anything. Something bothering you?

Santana:
Oh. No. Nothing like that. It's just that, I, I think... your boobs got bigger.

Quinn pulled away from Santana and started playfully slapping her arm.

Quinn:
Oh dear god! I hate you! Santana you perv!

Santana:
Ow! That's a compliment! Oh c'mon Q! You love me. And seriously they're like bigger now. Hey, I'm saying that in the best non-sexually offensive way as possible. No perving there.

Quinn:
Whatever Santana. It's not like they're bigger than yours.

Santana:
Well, now they are. I had my implants removed.

Quinn:
What? When? Why?

Santana:
Ok Quinn, you sounded like an electronic notice board just now. And I had them removed after "Born this Way." I dunno why I actually did it. And after I did it seems like I never really needed them anyway. And you're right, my boobs still do look bigger than yours.

Quinn:
Ass.

Santana:
Whatever Fabray. Now that that's over with, can we go back with the cuddling. I seriously needz my cuddle on.

Quinn tries to suppress an eye roll and pulls Santana back into her arms.

Santana:
And Q?

Quinn:
Hmm?

Santana:
They're really a lot softer now too.

Both girls succumb to laughter and giggles. Quinn playfully slapping Santana's arm for good measure.

INTERIOR. HOTEL CORRIDOR (NEW YORK). NIGHT

Brittany and Artie are making their way back to their rooms when they found Kurt, Rachel, Tina and Mercedes outside the girl's bedroom with their ears on the door trying to listen in.

Brittany:
Hey guys. What are you doing out here?

Rachel made a loud gasp, Tina shrieked a little and both Kurt and Tina turned wide-eyed.

Kurt:
Oh god Brittany, you scared us. I thought for a sec you were Mr. Schue.

Brittany:
Well that seems silly Kurt. I can't coz I'm a girl.

Kurt:
Yes Britt, we're all aware of that. So, how was your evening?

Kurt eyed Artie knowingly.

Artie:
It was dope! If a can say so myself, it was beyond satisfactory.

Kurt nodded and turned her attention to the girls.

Artie:
And yeah, back to the question, what are you doing snooping out here? Is someone in there like, making out?

Tina shook her head no.

Brittany:
Yeah, I mean it's way too late for trick or treating too.

Tina:
No Britts. We're not trick or treating or snooping for that matter. We're just trying to find out if it's safe to go in now. I'm all for hanging out with the boys next door but I can only take so much of Puck's super mario theories. It's scaring the asian out of me.

Mercedes:
Preach girl. Quinn kinda made us leave for a while.

Brittany:
Quinn? Why would Quinn do that. Is she ok?

Kurt:
She's fine Britt. I was last out and talked to her a bit but she's fine. It's Santana.

At Kurt's mention of Santana, Brittany froze up and pulled the boys arm closer to her. Her eyes intently looking at the Kurt's.

Kurt:
Ah- Hey Britt, what the? Hey.

Brittany:
Santana's back? Is she ok? When did she come back?

Mercedes:
Damn girl. Chill with the 20 questions. She's fine, I think.

Brittany:
You think? I should've waited for her. I shouldn't have left. What happened to her?

Kurt:
Quinn's in there with her Britt. Don't worry.

Brittany went to the door and opened it. Locked. She turned around to face her friends. Kurt sensing the confusion spoke to her.

Kurt:
Quinn told me to lock the door. She said she needed to change Santana's clothes since she didn't change out of her dress before she bolted out of here. I guess she's just worried some of the other boys suddenly entering the room and well, you know start staring and stuff.

Brittany thought for a while and nodded. It's true, Santana is hot and her body, just as.

Brittany:
Wait. You said Quinn had to change Santana's dress for her?

Tina:
Yeah. Santana was pretty messed up. When I opened the door for Quinn she was carrying Santana in. God she was out cold.

Rachel:
And then she just snapped at us and told us to leave.

Mercedes:
Oh c'mon Rachel she didn't snap on us. Well just you. Anyway. Santana was completely drunk. Although not as weepy as last time. She wasn't even talking.

Brittany's eye became wide.

Brittany:
She's not dead is she?

She almost knocked on the door when Kurt reached for her hand.

Kurt:
Of course not. She's ok Britt. We should let them be for a while. And Quinn's just probably helping Santana go to sleep or something. She told me she'll call when it's ok to come in.

Mercedes:
Then why are we all snoopin' around here? Why didn't you tell us like over half an hour ago.

Kurt shrugged. Brittany looked at the door and turned to Tina. She linked their arms.

Tina:
What's wrong baby girl? Something on your mind?

Brittany:
Uhm. Yeah. Can you tell me what happened?

Tina:
Uh. Sure. Hey guys, we'll be in in a minute. Imma just talk to Britt here.

Artie:
Ok. Don't take too long though. And Britt, thank you.

Brittany just smiled then turned her attention back to the asian. Tina nodded and directed them to a small lounge. There were three chairs and a small coffee table. Brittany sat down next to Tina waiting for her to start.

Brittany:
Ok so what happened Tina?

Tina:
Well, I guess it's safe to start when Quinn answered your phone for you. You kind of left it in our room you know.

Brittany:
So that's what I left. I thought I missed something tonight. Ok, sorry, go on.

Tina:
Like I said, Quinn answered for you. We didn't really know who was on the other line until Quinn started pacing and calling out Santana's name over and over. They weren't having an argument but she was just talking really loud. She asked Santana if she was drunk, and Quinn mumbled about being somewhere in Central Park.

Brittany:
Wait, what? Central Park? Santana was in the park too?

Brittany's eye grew. Had Santana seen them at the park? Was it why she was drinking? She faintly remembers saying Quinn being in the park.

Tina:
I'm not sure Britt. Quinn bolted out of here before we can even ask her what's going on.

Brittany:
Quinn went to the park?

Tina shrugged and tilted her head on the side.

Tina:
I'm not sure Britts. She just ran out and came back a little after 10pm. Like I said a while ago, she came carrying Santana on her back. She took her to bed. She said not to ask her questions and that Santana's just upset. After that she asked us to leave for a bit. Kurt followed after, we completely forgot that Kurt was in the bathroom.

Brittany just nods as Tina continued talking.

Tina:
Anyway, Kurt told us that Quinn was gonna change Santana out of her dress. We stayed with the boys soon after. We didn't say anything while we were in the boys room, but we did talk to ourselves. We knew Santana was upset with what happened at Nationals, but we didn't know she was upset enough to be drinking about it. We didn't even know how she could've bought one for herself.

Brittany remembers the drunken sleep-overs she had with Santana.

Brittany:
She has a fake ID. Puck gave it to her on her 15th birthday.

Tina rolled her eyes and shook her head but smiled. Typical Puck.

Tina:
So, that's basically what happened. After leaving the room, we have no idea what's happening inside. That's when you found us outside.

Brittany nodded.

Tina:
Don't worry Britt. Santana's badass. She'll be fine.

Brittany smiled at Tina appreciatively.

Tina:
Now c'mon. They're waiting inside. And you need to tell me the deets of your date with Artie.

Tina giggled and pulled Brittany towards the boy's room.

INTERIOR. GIRL'S BEDROOM. NIGHT

Quinn is still cuddling with Santana. The smaller girl's head snugly fitting on Quinn's neck and Quinn's cheek over the latina's temple. Neither speaking a word, they just bask in the dark and in silence without the awkwardness.

Santana can only compare the differences between how Brittany and Quinn cuddle. Brittany likes to hug her from the back, completely wrapping her with the taller blonde's arms. Brittany likes being the big spoon. Quinn however, during their rare cuddles, likes to face Santana. Enveloping her with slender and daintier arms. It's a weird fit. But they still fit. Brittany loves to nuzzle her nose on Santana's neck. Quinn just rests her head over Santana's temple, slightly brushing her nose on Santana's forehead. Brittany likes to draw patterns on her stomach. Quinn strokes and lightly scratches her back. Santana purrs. Which causes Quinn to laugh silently, huffing warm breaths over Santana.

Santana:
What? Something funny Fabray?

Quinn:
Nothing. I just. I never knew that you purr Santana.

Quinn lets out a full giggle making her chest vibrate close to Santana's own. Santana pulls away and looks at Quinn. She rolls her eyes.

Santana:
That's not even that funny Q.

Quinn returns the eye roll.

Quinn:
I should call Mercedes and tell her it's ok for them to come in. Are you feeling better?

Santana:
Yeah, but...

Quinn squints her eyes and looks at Santana.

Quinn:
But what?

Santana:
I still wants my cuddle on.

Quinn can't help but chuckle while shaking her head.

Quinn:
Your grammar astounds me San. We can still cuddle even though they're in the room you know.

Santana:
But badasses don't do cuddling.

Quinn:
You could've had me fooled.

Santana rolls her eyes at her friend and lets out a groan.

Quinn:
Something wrong honey? You feel sick again?

Santana smiles at her friend.

Santana:
Brittany is usually the one who calls me honey.

Quinn:
Yep, I know. You practically shouted it on me on the hallway tonight.

Quinn feeling Santana tense up quickly brushed the stray hair falling on Santana's face.

Quinn:
Don't worry no one was out. It's late. Everyone was probably sleeping. I made sure no one was listening so don't worry your little head.

Santana nods her head and relaxes.

Santana:
Thank you Quinn. I must've blabbered a lot. I know we're gonna talk about this...

Quinn:
Santana stop. We'll talk about this when you're ready. I know it's too much to take on all at once so, If you're not ready then don't force yourself. Start with the easy ones ok?

Santana:
I don't know if there are "easy ones" Quinn.

Quinn:
Ok. Then let's start with today. Earlier today you knocked Finn out and you almost clawed Rachel's eye out of her head. What was that about?

Santana:
Well. You and I both know I don't like losing.

Quinn finds herself nodding.

Quinn:
Yeah, but don't you think that was a bit too much. I mean, you didn't react this way when we lost Regionals last year.

Santana:
Well, I was a little, um. You know, a little preoccupied.

Quinn:
Whatever do you mean? You were with the rest of us in the hospital.

Santana:
Exactly. My bestfriend was in labor that day. You were in labor. I was just worried you know, I kind of forgot about the competition.

Quinn pulled away from the latina. She propped her elbow and steadied her head it with her palm as she looked down on the latina who is now looking up at her. Quinn couldn't help but smile.

Santana:
Why are you smiling? Cut it out Quinn your freaking me out.

Quinn chuckled and shook her head.

Quinn:
Ok so today, you weren't "preoccupied". That's why you got Snix out?

Quinn air quoting preoccupied. Santana pursed her lips and cocked her head.

Santana:
Yeah. And had you not held me down I could've shoved that 12th place trophy deep down Berry's throat so by the time we're back in Lima it would've grown to 1st place.

Quinn laughed full on. Her voice registering a little lower. Santana smiled at her.

Quinn:
Ugh! Santana, the mental images. Please spare me. You're really gross sometimes. You know that?

Santana:
Oh please you love me. I keep it real and I'm damned hilarious.

Quinn pokes Santana's ribs as she laughed with the latina.

Quinn:
But seriously, that was a bit too much.

Quinn's tone a bit more serious now. Santana sighs. Quinn shivers as warm huffs touches her skin.

Santana:
I kinda wanted to punch Berry just cause she's super annoying and I've been dying to land one on her super schnoz and Finn for you know, playing you and stuff. Although you shouldn't 'ave gotten back with him in the first place. Finn's stupid and so, so. Well he's sooo Finn.

Quinn chuckles at Santana who made a face at the mention of the boy's name.

Santana:
Seriously Quinn. What do you even see in him? He's as hot as a Gerber baby who does drugs.

Quinn blows a hearty laugh this time. Her chest pushing off air vibrates causing Santana to pull away. She sees a glassy-eyed Quinn,

Santana:
Oh shit. Sorry. Too much?

Quinn shakes her head and pulls Santana for a hug.

Quinn:
He's just simple San.

Santana rolls her eyes and reciprocates the hug. Pulling Quinn closer.

Santana:
Psh! If simple meaning dim-witted, yeah. He's as simple as he can get.

A comfortable silence envelops the two. They didn't say anything for a good minute before Quinn looks down and catches Santana's attention.

Quinn:
Thank you.

Santana looks back at hazel eyes. They were and still are the clearest eyes she'd ever seen. They were always covered with icy glares when they're at school or when people surround them just to pull off a front. But when they're alone, her eyes glisten with so much emotion and meaning.

Santana couldn't help but stare back. Her breath gets hitched and a lump starts forming in her throat. She finds herself drawn to the blonde. Her head instinctively moves forward. Tilting ever so slightly their proximity amazingly close, they're almost breathing the same air. Quinn mimics the shorter girls actions unconsciously. That's when their noses touch. It's as if they both were caught in a live wire. Surges of electricity shook it's way in them leaving them breathless. Quinn blinks in surprise and Santana lets an almost inaudible moan.

They both looked at each other, both almost cross-eyed. Santana laughs first at the cross-eyed Quinn. Quinn just smiles and rested her forehead on Santana's own. Santana does the same.

Santana:
Who wouldv'e thought Quinn "Ice Queen" Fabray is actually a sap ball.

Quinn:
If you ever tell anyone, I will endz you.

Santana laughs as Quinn imitates her in a fake ghetto voice.

Santana:
Oh my god Fabray. You're spending waay too much time with me.

Quinn:
Eh, you love it.

Santana:
Ha! You know it baby girl!

Quinn hums contentedly.

Santana:
Hey Quinn?

Quinn:
Hm? What is it?

Santana stills for a moment, contemplating whether she's going to push through with her trail of thought and then she decides, "what the hell." she thinks.

Santana:
Well, since we're going all sappy and super mushy right now, might as well make the most of it.

Quinn quirks an eyebrow at the latina in her arms but let's her continue.

Santana:
But like you said, if this ever gets out, Snix will go all Lima Heights on yo ass Fabray.

Santana looks deeply in Quinn's eye feigning a threat but failing miserably as a chain of chuckles leave her lips before she could stop them.

Quinn:
Wow Santana. Really? That the best you got?

Quinn scoffs and playfully rolls her eyes.

Santana:
Whatever. Anyway. I just want to say thank you. You know, not only for tonight. But like for everything you've done for me.

Santana pauses and releases a breath she was holding then continued.

Santana:
We haven't been in the best of terms since sophomore year and we haven't been there for each other when we should've been and things have changed but still I want you to know that I'm here for you. Now, more than ever.

Quinn couldn't believe what she was hearing. Here was Santana Lopez, talking in a way she'd swear she'd never be able to hear ever again. Santana Lopez, the Head Bitch in Charge who put up a wall of fire around her. Quinn couldn't help but snuggle closer to the aforementioned girl.

Santana feels Quinn tightening her embrace around her. She reciprocates. The lack of banter doesn't offend her. She knows they both thrive in a silent understanding of each other. Contented knowing that from now on they have at least each other to lean on.

Santana:
And by the way, our song... Total kickass. That absolutely and without a doubt, topped Berry's thingy.

Quinn:
Did you just say 'thingy'?

Santana:
Oh shut up.

Both laughed with fervor.

A couple minutes later Santana drifts off to dreamland. And Quinn confirms this as she gently nudges Santana's side which in turn is answered by an almost silent snore. Quinn chuckles lightly and slowly removes her left arm snaked around Santana's waist to get her phone from up the night desk beside her forgotten book. She checked the time. It was late. She thought of calling Mercedes but decided not to. Some of the boys must be sleeping already. She texted her instead.

12:52am Quinn's text:
All clear. Sorry for taking too long. She's asleep already. The door's locked though; you have the key card right? -Q

12:59am Mercedes' text:
No prob, Q. We're watching a movie. We'll be there in a while. Yep, got it right here. -Cedes

01:01am Quinn's text:
Oh. Ok, take your time. I'm gonna turn in too, I'm a little tired. Goodnight 'Cedes, and thanks. -Q

01:03am Mercedes' text:
Ok girl. Goodnight to you too. And don't mention it. See you in the morning. -Cedes.

INTERIOR. BOY'S BEDROOM. NIGHT

The occupants of the room were engrossed with the movie they were watching. Mercedes closed her phone and placed it back on her pocket. She poked Rachel and Brittany's side.

Mercedes:
Ok girls, Quinn just told me it's clear to go back now. And that Santana just dozed off, so all a' you are gonna hafta be extra quiet. You wouldn't wanna wake up drunk Santana. Coz if you remember last time...

Mercedes trails off and shivers at the memory of Santana going all Lima heights on Finn during Rachel's party when he woke her up. Finn unconsciously gulped and stroked his neck.

Brittany stood up with Rachel and Lauren. Brittany waves goodbye. Rachel gives Finn a goodnight kiss and Lauren slaps the back of Puck's head.

Mercedes gives the key card to Brittany.

Brittany:
'Cedes, you know I don't know how this works.

Mercedes chuckles.

Mercedes:
Oh baby girl. Just swipe it on the little box on the door. It's just like spreading butter on your bread.

Brittany's mouth formed a perfect "O". She smiles at Mercedes and says bye.

Mercedes:
See you later guys. Tina and I will be in after the movie.

Interior. Girl's Room. Midnight

The girls left the room and went to theirs. Rachel was last to catch up with the girls. Brittany was already at the door obviously anxious. She swiped the key card in its slot, after the click they opened the door slowly keeping in mind that Quinn and Santana were already sleeping.

Lauren:
Wow. Those two look out cold.

Brittany followed Lauren's line of sight. Even in the dark she could still see the outlines of Santana's body beside Quinn. She went in before giving Rachel the key card.

Rachel:
Lauren will you please watch the door for me as I hand this key card back to Mercedes. I will return shortly.

Lauren stood by the door looking at the girls on the bed furthest from my door.

Lauren:
Never in my life would I ever imagine that those two would even know how to cuddle.

This earned her a look from Brittany that she had never seen before. Lauren's eyes grew wide and she raised her hands backing away. Brittany heaved a sigh and went closer towards the bed. Lauren was right, it's been a long time since she saw Quinn and Santana cuddle like this. Quinn's arm was draped over Santana's waist stopping on the small of her back. Their foreheads touching and Santana's hands gripping Quinn's shirt as if holding on for dear life. Brittany would be lying if she said she didn't feel a little jealous. She was always the one Santana holds onto like that. But this is Quinn. She's known Santana more than she did, but that doesn't mean it hurt less.

Brittany sighed again and went to her bags to change. When she got out of the bathroom Rachel was back. She bid them goodnight before slipping in the bed next to Santana but she hesitated a bit. That was a first. Her head was filled with questions, 'what if Santana was mad at her?' but she had a long day and felt really tired. She'll talk to Santana in the morning with that she scooted closer to the brunette nudged her head on Santana's. She smelled funny but she liked it anyway. She wrapped her arm around Santana and felt her stir. She placed a small kiss on Santana's bare shoulder. She heard the latina mumble something, her eyebrows shot up and her head cocked back. From the first time in her life since she met Santana she felt like she was losing her.

Santana:
Q, don't go.

to be continued