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SANTANA'S POV

"Hello?" Says the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Is this Quinn Fabray?" I asked.

"Yes, who is it?"

"Hello, this is Santana Puckerman."

"Ho hello Mrs. Puckerman. How are you?"

"I... It's complicated." I said with a sigh.

"You can talk to me Mrs. Puckerman. Do you want to see me and talk about it?" Quinn asked.

"Please call me Santana."

"Sorry." She laughed softly.

"Are you free tomorrow...?"

"I finish work at noon. We could talk over lunch?"

"Huh..." I haven't done this since high school... Lunch with friends. The last time I did this was probably last year, with my son and my husband, before he left the next day... I occasionally go for a coffee in the morning by myself but lately, I guess I've stopped. Understanding my silence, Quinn added:

"O-Or we can make an appointment at the school on Wednesday. I mean... If you want, of course." She said hastily.

"No. That's fine with me, we can go to lunch."

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Here I am, the next day at the Donelson Cafe waiting for Quinn Fabray. She was supposed to arrive about ten minutes ago, the high school is not so far.

"Hello beautiful lady, can I take your order?" The waiter told me. We could read Azimio on his shirt.

"Um no thanks, later. I'm waiting for someone-"

"Sorry for my delay! I was with a student and he.. Anyway, I'm so sorry." Said Quinn as he came up to me. I smile at her as a sign that there is no problem. She looks like she's been running, she's a little out of breath. "Hello Mrs. Pucker- Santana." She smiles at me.

"Your order?" Said the waiter again, nonchalant.

"Could I have the menu first, Azimio?" Quinn asked as she sat down across from me. They seem to know each other and they don't seem to be on good terms. I have never been to this café/restaurant because I live on the other side of town. He sighed loudly and went to another table, attending to other customers. I handed my menu to Quinn and she looked at me confused.

"I already know what I will take."

"Ok." She smiled at me.

A few minutes after ordering, another waiter brought us our orders.

"Thank you." I said while taking my salad while the blonde had a bacon sandwich. "So.. You look familiar with this place."

"Yes, I have lived in Baker City all my life. I went to New York for school for five years but I guess I missed Oregon so I moved back here." She waved her hands and pointed around. "What about you? Have you always lived here?"

"I am from Lima, Ohio. As soon as I graduated, I got married and then moved here with my husband." I said as I took a sip of my glass of water.

"Do you have family here? I mean, not everyone moves to this small town intentionally." We are an exception then...

"Noah received a job. You know, better pay and all that. And then I got pregnant so..." She nodded her head. I hope I'm credible enough. "My parents returned to live in Mexico. I would rather stay here with the man I love than go there."

"Oh, puedo hablar un poco español." She laughed, which made me laugh softly. "I'm sorry. My parents also went to live somewhere else, but they went to California." She lowered her head.

"You... You're not on good terms...?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes... I... When I was seventeen, I told them I was bisexual. I was in love with a girl and my parents kicked me out. My mother wishes me my birthday, Christmas and New Year's Day. But my father doesn't want anything to do with me."

"I'm sorry..." It reminds me of Kurt Hummel. He was a very good friend of mine in high school and he was gay.

"Don't be sorry. So I went to live with my aunt, who accepts me for who I am and I finished my year with her and my cousin. My father is a rich old man who only thinks about himself, and my mother follows him like a dog." She must have suffered so much from being rejected by her parents. I don't know what to do. "I'm sorry, I'm telling you my life story-"

"It's okay. My parents were migrants when they came to the United States with my grandmother. When the police arrested them, my mother was about to give birth so they let them live here. I don't even know how we ended up in Ohio. All my cousins, aunts and uncles live in Mexico so I don't know them." It feels so good to talk to someone.

"And do you have contact with your parents?" She asked.

"Not really. When I entered high school, my parents moved away from me. They were working more and more and then I was the only one of the three of us with American papers. Noah and my friends were my family."

"It's all happy here." She laughed softly and nervously. "I'm really sorry. It must be really hard for you even though you have your son and your husband."

"It's fine. Although these are not the best parts of life, it feels good to talk about them sometimes." I say as I continue to eat my salad. "You said earlier that you studied in New York? I've never been there."

"Yes, I studied psychology. Five years to be more precise. I work in a psychology practice and am a part-time counselor at your son's high school."

"I'm sorry but... How old are you?" I hope it's not rude to ask.

"Why?" She smiles. "How old do you think I am?"

"Twenty-five...?" I hesitated.

"I am flattered." She laughed. "Unfortunately not, I would like to but I will soon be twenty seven. I'm getting old..."

"Thank you!" I said putting my hand over my heart, pretending to be offended.

"No offense! I mean, you look even younger than me!" She said apologetically.

"Thank you but I remind you that I have a sixteen year old son... So it would be a little weird of me to be twenty seven."

"So it's not possible that you're over thirty-five. There are no wrinkles on your face!" This remark made me smile and blush at the same time. Quinn is really nice. I really like spending time with her and getting to know her. I hope to do this again with her.