Hellooo, so this is my first fanfic. After Quinntana happened I've had so many ideas running through my head about what should happen but since the chances of this ever even being acknowledge again are fairly low I figured maybe others would like my ideas? I've certainly enjoyed some other people's so I thought I'd give mine a shot! So whatever the case, your thoughts would be greatly appreciated! I have no idea how long this will be. It won't be super long but I can't promise anything super short either so..enjoy! :)

Quinn took her time walking through the old apartment building Rachel and Kurt deemed acceptable to live in when they first moved to New York. She had only been there once before and immediately found it a bit sketchy and that was during the day, with Santana, and Kurt knew they were going to be there. Now it's nearing 12am on Friday night, she's alone, and no one knows she's coming. Not even Santana, the girl behind the reason she's here in the first place. She tried to deny it for as long as she could but after a month of not being able to convince herself, she accepted the fact that she can't stop thinking about that night. Any of it. The flirting that she "innocently" started, the dancing that she asked Santana to do with her, and what happened in the hotel room that she asked Santana to go to with her.

She's always found Santana attractive, anyone with eyes could see that no matter how gay or straight they claimed to be, including herself. After she went to Yale, away from the pressures of her family, school, the extremely close-mindedness of Lima, she began to realize that maybe it wasn't just Santana or a few other Cheerios that she found attractive and it triggered her curiosity. At the wedding "reception" she got an idea. She was newly single and curious and Santana was still trying to get over Brittany so she knew it wouldn't mean anything to either of them. It sounded like a great plan at the time.

Now, over a month later, she finds herself standing in front of Rachel, Kurt and Santana's apartment door, running her fingers through her hair, and strongly considering just turning around and leaving. She knows Santana and she knows coming here and talking to her is probably not what Santana wants, even if there's a small chance that Santana could be feeling the same way as she is, and it might not go over well. But, she's Quinn Fabray and she's never been afraid to go after what she wants, even if it's from Santana which in this case, as in several other situations, is the case. But not for the same reasons. She takes a deep breath and lifts her hand to knock on the door when she hears footsteps and keys jangling behind her. She turns around as Santana nearly runs into her and both girls jump back a little wide-eyed gaping at each other.

"Jesus, Quinn! What the hell are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!" Santana was the first to speak, signature scowl now firmly in place.

"I-Well, I didn't have any plans this weekend and after I spoke with Rachel apparently you guys don't either. So, I thought, I'd surprise you guys...and maybe get Rachel to shut up about me using these damn train tickets." Quinn said with a sigh, desperately trying to regain composure.

"Well you sure as hell succeeded with the surprise part." Santana mumbled now turning her key in the lock and letting them in. "Be quiet, Lady Hummel and Berry have busy Fridays and are usually in bed when I get home." She added with slight irritation in her voice when they made their way inside.

Santana threw her coat and purse on the table by the door and walked towards the kitchen. Quinn walked over to the couch and placed her bag next to the coffee table and sat down as Santana was already making her way back from the kitchen and offered Quinn one of the bottles of water she had in her hand, causing Quinn to have a flashback of Valentine's Day when Santana sauntered back over to the bed from the mini fridge in their hotel room to hand Quinn a small bottle of water, smirk firmly in place seeing Quinn laying there still a little out of it because of what they just did.

"So where do you plan on sleeping this evening, tubbers?" Santana's voice snapped Quinn out of her slight daze.

Quinn shot Santana a glare for bringing back the use of that nickname. "Um…right here I guess." Quinn hadn't really thought of where she'd be sleeping, hoping maybe this would have actually gone to plan instead of starting it off with a heart attack in the hallway and throwing her off course almost immediately.

Santana shrugged and took a sip of her water. Quinn watched her curiously before she asked, "So what were you doing out in New York on a Friday night?"

Santana laughed, "Not whatever you're thinking. I got a job, or should I say, Rosario got a job. I'm a Coyote Ugly girl. I get the "early" night shift." Santana said a little smugly.

Quinn choked back a laugh trying to ignore Rosario and Santana glared at her. "What, it's not like I have anything better to do around here for now and I'd much rather spend my nights flaunting all this," she sweeps her hands over her body for emphasis, "and making some sweet cash than spend them playing board games and singing show tunes with the rest of the ladies that live here. Plus they're gone during the day when I'm home so this means I hardly have to deal with them anymore." She smiled.

"You know, you'd think that after a girl just randomly shows up in someone's home and states that she's moving in, she'd be a little more respectful of the people who let her without a second thought even though she was a total bitch to them in high school." Quinn rolled her eyes at Santana's lack of compassion for Rachel and Kurt. This is the Santana she's worried about rearing her ugly head when she finally decides to talk to her…if she ever does.

"Yeah, you, of all people, would think that wouldn't you?" Santana asked mocking her tone and getting up from the couch. "I'm gonna go find you a blanket or something, the bathroom is over there if you wanna change or whatever."

Quinn immediately understands what she meant. Like she has any right to scrutinize how anyone else treats someone, especially Rachel Berry. She rolls her eyes again, this time she's not sure if it's at Santana or herself, as she makes her way to the bathroom overnight bag in hand. When she gets there she finds herself staring in the mirror at her own hazel eyes. She noticed that Santana is being her normal, somewhat bitchy self and acting like nothing ever happened between them. But then she realizes she's been doing the exact same thing. She's gone her whole life being nothing more than friends with Santana, just because they had one night together that suddenly changes everything? She wonders whether or not she should she should pursue anything else, considering this is Santana. The only thing she's ever cared about is Brittany and that didn't end very well.

When Quinn returns from the bathroom with her hair pulled up in a ponytail wearing her Yale sweatshirt and a pair of black short shorts. Santana is sitting on the coffee table, blanket in hand, facing the bathroom waiting for Quinn to come back out. Quinn notices Santana's eyes quickly scan over her before she says, "There are sleeping pills over on the counter, you might need them sleeping on this lumpy piece of shit." With a slight grimace, remembering her first few nights here, she shoves the blanket into Quinn's hands as she stands up.

"Thanks." Quinn says with a scoff.

"Yeah, well, I'm going to bed. Had a long night." Santana quickly said as she shuffled her way into her room, leaving Quinn alone.

Quinn stared after her for a second, "Yeah…goodnight."

She got the blanket ready for herself and went over to the counter and swallowed a couple of those sleeping pills. She had a feeling she's going to need them. And not just because of the lumpy, "piece of shit" couch.