Habits

Marlboro Light

Pairing: Santana/Quinn friendship

Summary: I can't really think of one for this cause there isn't really a plot. So yeah, enjoy.

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Santana sat there, on the bleachers, looking at the football field that was lit up brightly by those towering white lights. It was just after 10 P.M and she assumed that whoever was supposed to turn them off after the game forgot to. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the pack of Marlboro lights she kept in there.

She couldn't help the small, sad smile that appeared on her face when she grabbed the green lighter with small ducks on them from her other pocket.

"If you're not going to stop, then you have to at least use this." Brittany had told her after trying, and failing, to make her quit.

She lit the cigarette and let it hang between her lips as she put the light and pack back into her pocket.

"Got one to spare?" A familiar voice asked as they sat next to Santana.

"I thought you quit, Fabray. What, after your whole punk phase." Santana retorted after taking a long drag and releasing the smoke into the air.

"No, you assumed that I quit. You have no proof." Quinn shrugged. "So, can I have one or not?"

Santana wordlessly pulled out the pack of smokes and flicked it open with one finger. Quinn couldn't help but look in awe at how graceful the latina was.

"Need a lighter?" She asked after returning the cigarettes to their spot.

"Nah. I got one." Quinn said, it sounded kind of funny since the smoke was between her lips as she searched her pockets for a lighter.

Both girls sat in silence as they breathed in the smoke before expelling it into the air. Quinn was subtly watching Santana through the corner of her eye. The latina had been the one to give her her first cigarette and Quinn wasn't sure how long she'd been smoking before that. But, Santana did it with such grace that it didn't even seem like it was slowly killing her.

"So, why're you here?" Quinn finally asked.

"I could ask you the same thing, Q." Santana shrugged before taking a long drag. "I just stayed after the football game. You?"

"I couldn't find you at Puckerman's celebratory party. Assumed you'd be here." The corners of Santana's mouth quirked up into a smile.

"What's that? Quinn Fabray was looking for me, Santana Lopez?" She gasped dramatically and made Quinn roll her eyes.

"I just didn't want you to have gotten drunk out of your mind and then do something stupid." Quinn smirked. "Like go skinny dipping in Puck's pool."

"That was one time!" Santana shouted. When Quinn only laughed, she mumbled something that sounded like 'fuck you, Fabray' before pulling out another cigarette. Quinn burst into laughter at the sight of the duck-covered lighter and Santana flipped her off.

"I like you much better when you don't speak." Santana grumbled.

Another silence enveloped them and they both seemed content to let it linger. Until Quinn spoke up again.

"How are you and Britt doing?" She asked hesitantly.

"She's still upset with me." Santana said before shrugging. She didn't really like talking about the blonde after their huge fight about coming out. It was, of course, Santana's fault. And they both knew it. "How are you and Berry?" She asked, suppressing her smirk when Quinn started having a coughing fit.

"What?" She hissed when she finally managed to control herself.

"Oh please. Everybody knows that something went down between you two. Honestly, how else would Rachel be able to make you change back when me and Britts couldn't." The latina shrugged.

"Nothing happened between us." Quinn said firmly.

"Sure thing." Santana grinned before pulling out another cigarette.

"Woah, S. Three?" Quinn asked. She may have only found out about Santana's habit during junior year, but she was pretty sure that Santana normally didn't smoke three in one sitting.

"Yeah." Santana said, bored. When she saw the look Quinn was giving her, Santana grew irritated. "What?" She snapped. "I'm not addicted, Quinn. It just.. Helps."

"With not dealing with your emotions? With bottling everything up so you can just lash out on people whenever you need to release some anger?" Quinn asked quietly.

"Just stop, Quinn." Santana said sternly.

"No, San. You don't think I realize this, because you think I have my head too far up my ass to notice, but I see how hard this is. Just talk to me." Quinn said.

"Stop." Santana pleaded.

"I'm here for you, Santana. You may not think so, but you're my friend. It's not fun to see you in pain." The blonde pushed on gently.

Suddenly, Santana was sobbing. Her smoke was thrown somewhere on the pavement and her arms were around Quinn.

"Why?" She sobbed. Quinn wasn't sure what Santana meant, so she just hugged her friend tighter. "I want to be out. I do. I just- I can't." Santana barely managed out.

"I know, S. I know." Quinn muttered into her hair. "It's okay. Let it go." She said.

Quinn wasn't sure how long they sat there that night, but she did know that her and Santana never fought like they normally did again.

A/N: I was in the mood to write some Quinntana friendship. Told you, literally no plot :)