A/N: here's the second update that I promised. Not proof read so all mistakes are mine. Have fun reading :)

Santana sat through the familiar sensation of lift off. The increasing pressure in the pocket of air against her ears, the sight of the ground rushing by and the buildings growing smaller and smaller until they were all but a minute speck among a much larger picture. She drummed her fingers along her armrest impatiently. No, she was not interested in holding a conversation with the woman who sat beside her. There was a strange light in her eyes, the woman looked like she was waiting for Santana to break the ice and start the conversation. Santana could almost hear the words that would endlessly spill out of her companion's mouth. .

"So..."

Santana groaned and just like Wheezy would say: "Hell to the no."

The woman reminded her too much of Berry. Especially with those eyes, and that nose for the matter. If someone had told her they were related Santana might have believed them.

Whoa. The resemblance was uncanny. Maybe she was Berry's long lost twin.

The light at the front of the plane turned off signifying that the use of electronic devices was once again permitted.

"Finally!" Santana huffed, reaching into her bag she rummaged around. Santana mentally noted to organise her bag better. (Maybe using Brittany's "colour coded" organising method wasn't the best idea..). She twisted her arm and dug deeper into her bad, grunting with annoyance. (Really, she should never trust Britts "methods" again.. You'd think Santana would learn after that time she listened to Brittany and organised her books according to number of letters in the author's name..).

Santana's face split into a grin as her hand finally grabbed her item she was looking for. Had anyone looked at her at that moment, they'd thought she'd won the lottery by the expression she wore.

Santana groaned when she took one look at the state of her earphones.

"How the hell does it get tangled in the first place!? My bag can tie more complicated knots than me.."

Santana fumbled with the earphones, untangling them before shoving the ear buds into her ears.

She scrolled through her playlists and clicked onto the "gets my musics on" playlist.

Music began to flow into her ears blocking out the world around her. She hummed contently; there had always been something about music that drew her in. She nodded her head along to the music and tapped out the rhythm with her fingers.

"Excuse me?"

Santana felt someone prod her with a finger.

Of course.

It was Berry lookalike. (And thank god it was only a look-like because even Berry knew not to disturb Santana when she was listening to that particular playlist)

Santana pulled out one of the ear buds and stopped her tapping.

"What?"

"I was thinking since we'd be stuck with each other for a considerable amount of time, I'd think it'd be greatly pleasurable on both our parts if we were to engage in some sort of meaningful conversation perhaps. I'm very pas-"

Oh god, whoever this person was, they were WORSE than Rachel. Instead of politely declining Santana narrowed her eyes, glaring at the woman beside her, giving her a look of what Quinn would describe her signature bitch glare.

The woman frightenedly averted her eyes with a squeak. Santana chuckled under her breath. (Yep, a typical Berry-like response)

Quinn.

Her mind was suddenly flooded with thoughts of the blonde. They had a great time together and Santana didn't regret stealing Berry's plane tickets at all. Hell if she was in a nice mood she might even repay that Hobbit some time. (Of course after Santana managed get some extra cash).

It was a simple weekend worth of hanging out. Santana smiled to herself slightly amused. They'd worked so hard to tear each other down in high school and here she was returning from a visit to Quinn.

Sometimes Santana wondered how things would have panned out had they stayed friends throughout her high school years.

Things were so simple with Quinn. They just clicked. If anyone really understood Santana, it would have been Quinn. Behind all their walls, it was scary how much they were alike.

Santana kind of already missed her blonde friend.

She shook her head smiling once again. Glancing outside the nearest window all she could see was the white fluffy clouds much like those ones that she had watched drift by in the sky when she was younger. (Back when she had lay with her back on the grass trying to make out animals and such in the clouds.)

She was going home.

Santana felt a twinge of sadness.

She was going home but why did she feel like she was leaving something behind?

Without a second thought Santana scrolled through her playlists again. (She selected the playlist that was simply named "-Q"). The music style changed to something more eccentric. The soft harmonies were intricately weaved in with strikingly catchy melodies. Sometimes the songs were sung by her voice. A voice that Santana was so familiar with. It was the right combination of huskiness and smoothness, all balanced out with a melodic softness. A voice that had the power to send shivers dancing down Santana's back.

Santana closed her eyes, allowing the music to swirl around her, eventually lulling her to sleep.

A/N: hi guys :) I haven't forgotten about this I promise. So what'd you think about the chapter. I'm working on improving the general writing quality. This is sort of started out as my 'fun' piece, so didn't really take it too seriously (especially in my earlier chapters I noticed some typos and the such. It was because I had originally typed in up on my phone...). I think the upcoming chapters will be of better quality and so bear with me.

Check out my other stuff, I'm pretty sure they'll be a better read ;) haha As always read and review please x

p.s might decide to start a new multi-chaptered story so keep an eye out.