Severed | Glee

chapter Six

Quinn carelessly walked through the streets. Her hair bopped up and down and she wore a soft smile the entire time. She carried a bag as well as a sun hat that refused to stay on her head.
She came to a halt at a stop light. She looked down into her bag and gleefully grinned. That grin quickly changed into a fearful look. Sudenly Quinn jumped when she felt a tap on her shoulder.
"Woah, it's just me," said another blonde.
Quinn sighed with relief when she recognised the person.
"Brittany, you startled me," she said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I just saw you and wanted to come say hi," Brittany apologetically placed a hand behind her head.
As the light turned they both began to cross the street.
"What are you doing here, by the way?" Quinn wondered.
"I'm meeting up with Santana today not too far from here. You should join us!"
Quinn shook her head. "No thank you," she said.
Truthfully, she just didn't want to invade on their meetup, plus she wasn't sure if Santana would want to see her at the moment.
Quinn actually didn't even know when she'd see Santana next, so she hesitantly reached into her bag and pulled out a stuffed toy.
"I was going to give that to Santana, actually. But I didn't know when we'd see each other again, so maybe you can give it to her for me," Quinn said and handed it to Brittany.
Brittany carefully took it and placed it in her own bag.
"Are you sure? I feel like it'd have more meaning if you handed it to her personally," she replied.
"I just don't want to forget about it to be honest."
That wasn't a lie, but she also just didn't want to see Santana's reaction encase she didn't like it.
"Okay," Brittany said with a sweet tone. "Well I'm going this way. I'll see you around."
"Have a safe trip," Quinn said and waved her friend off.

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"How's your dance academy going?" Santana asked.
She and Brittany had met up and were currently hanging out at a café.
"It's good. Mike's taking over this week, though," Brittany replied. "I heard from Kurt you and Quinn started hanging out again."
Santana playfully rolled her eyes. "We only hung out once, although i'd like to hang out with her again," she said.
Brittany smirked and reached into her bag. Santana raised a curious eyebrow. Brittany perked back up with a plush bear with devil horns in hand.
"I saw Quinn by chance the other day, too. I told her I was going to meet up with you, so she gave me this to hand to you." Brittany smirked.
Santana was shocked, and slowly took the plush off Brittany. She examined it carefully, then slipped it into her bag.
"What do you think it means?" Santana wondered.
"I think it means she still likes you," Brittany said matter-of-factly. "You should message her, ask to hang out again."
Santana nodded, keeping her eyes on the small part that was sticking out of her bag.
"When I know she's not busy," she replied.
Brittany tilted her head forward and raised her eyebrows high. Santana looked her in the eye and nervously smiled.
"What?" she asked.
"Do you even know her schedule? Get back to her when you can, the longer you leave people, the more they're likely to just move on," Brittany replied.
"You make it seem like we're dating."
"Friendship is far more important than a relationship. Which is why it'll hurt more if yous fall out again. Santana, you got a second chance, so take any moment you can to spend time with each other- build up the trust again. You both need to put in as much effort into each other as you would with an animal," Brittany concluded.
"Weird analogy, but I get what you mean. I'll talk to her when I get home, I promise. And, I'll try to set a date so we can meet up again," Santana said.
Santana went the rest of the day carrying the small bear.
It'd been a while since she'd been given a gift from someone who wasn't returning something.
She smiled, took in a deep breath and took out her phone. 
One simple message. A message asking to hang out was sent. Santana turned off her phone and placed it face down on her desk.
Kara, who was laying on her stomach on her bed, and was slowly dozing off, lifted her head up out of curiosity.
"You never place your phone screen down. What's wrong?" she asked.
Santana shrugged it off. "I can't do it every now and then without being interrogated?"
Kara nodded and smirked. "Well, yeah, but I'm saying you never do it. Are you talking to someone?"
Santana grabbed her pillow and hit Kara over the head with it.
"You're nosey, you know that? And it's Quinn. I messaged her asking if she wanted to hang out," Santana replied.
"Are you scared for what she'll say?"
"What? No!" Santana became defensive.
"Okay, whatever you say-"
Santana's phone dinged and in a heartbeat, she sprinted over and checked the notification. She groaned then slammed her phone back down.
"Maybe scared isn't the answer,  maybe something more?" Kara had a smug look.
Santana shot her a glare and clenched her fists. Not out of anger, but because something about what Kara said felt right.
"Go to sleep, you're nodding off anyway," Santana said, changing the subject.
Kara gave Santana a peace sign before she passed out several seconds later.
That night, Santana would finally receive a message back from Quinn- INVITING HER OVER TO HER HOUSE!

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Santana paced back and forth in front of Quinn's apartment, contemplating whether or not to knock or just run away. But before she had a chance to make up her mind, the door opened, scaring Santana.
"Oh, Santana, you're here!" Bree sweetly greeted. "Quinn's inside," she said then quickly rushed down the hall.
Santana took a bracing breath then walked inside. She looked to the couch and noticed a practically dead Puckerman.
"Q?" Santana called out.
Quinn emerged from a room in the back and waved hello to her guest.
"Make yourself comfortable," Quinn said. "I'll be out in a minute." Quinn ducked back into the room.
Santana nodded then took a seat opposite from Puck. She eyed the boy then lifted up part of her lip when he started wheezing.
"Is he dying?" Santana called out.
"Just ignore him," Quinn said and headed out into the loungeroom.
"Is he the reason Bree was in such a rush to get out?"
Quinn chuckled and shook her head. "She's got school. Do you want some tea, biscuits, water?" Quinn offered.
"No, thank you," Santana said. "So, why'd you want me to come over?"
Quinn mindlessly shrugged and playfully looked at Santana.
"Just wanted to hang out I suppose," she replied.
Santana nodded. She'd wanted to hang out, too. She then diverted her attention to Puck, and groaned with disgust.
"Can we move him?" she asked.
Laughing, Quinn nodded and both girls grabbed an end of Puck. Quinn grabbed him underneath the armpits while Santana grabbed his legs. They hoisted him off the couch, much to his agonising pleas to put him back down. "WHY ARE YOU MOVING ME?  BREE SET ME ON THE COUCH FOR A REASON!"
"Shhh!" Quinn scolded. "There's people next door, Puck."
Puck gave up and let his head fall  backwards into Quinn's body. The girls moved him into his bedroom and quickly fled before he asked for anything, or worse, coughed on them.
While Santana plopped back down on the couch, Quinn went Into the kitchen and came back with two glasses and a bottle of white wine.
"Why are we getting fancy all of a sudden?" Santana asked.
Quinn raised an eyebrow then handed Santana her glass.
"I thought the red wine was considered fancy?" she replied.
Santana expressed a puzzled look. "I thought the white was more fancy?"
It was a debate for another time. Both girls quickly let the thought fly over their heads while they presumed to drink away.

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"And then I put thumbtacks on the seat to teach him a lesson!" Santana laughed aloud and slapped Quinn across the arm. "Still haven't been caught to this day."
Both their faces and ears had gone red, and the bottle only had a few drops of alcohol left.
"I remember that, everyone in class remaind quiet, and the teacher went around berating all of us!"
"Ooo, yeah! I still can't believe you didn't say anything," Santana shook her head.
Quinn rubbed her temples and grinned.
"I was, but decided playing part in the joke would be better than the person to destroy it. It was harmless for the most part, anyway," Quinn said.
Santana grinned and shook her head.
B

oth the girls went quiet and took in each others presence. That was until from the other room they heard Puck begin to cough, which only made them sigh.
"Quinn, my throat is closing in on me!" he called out.
"He's dramatic," Santana said.
"Ugh, tell me about it." Quinn got up and left the room, stumbling her way down the hall. She peeked into Puck's room then heavily sighed when she saw one dramatic Puckerman laying dead on his back.
"What?" she asked.
"I feel like I'm dying- are you drunk?" Puck questioned when he noticed Quinn using the doorframe as support.
"No," Quinn bluntly said. "I'll get you some water."
Quinn left and shortly returned with a bottle of water. Chucking it onto Puck's bed, she quickly left to go back to Santana.
"I say I feel like I'm dying and you give me water? Quinn!" Puck gave up and tiredly rubbed his eyes.
As the day went on, it was time for the girls to say goodbye. They gave each other a friendly hug and cheerfully laughed.
"I had fun today- mostly the getting drunk part," Santana said.
Quinn chuckled and shook her head. "You can stay the night if you want? I'd seriously feel bad for sending you off while tipsy," she replied.
Santana declined the offer and gave her friend one last wave goodbye.
"I'll see around, Q."
"See ya. Message me when you get home."
And with that, Quinn shut the door while Santana headed down the hallway.
It felt good to only hang out with Quinn, I mean, Santana liked hanging out with their other friends, but one on one time was definitely needed. And as much as she'd hate to jinx herself, but she felt as though it really did strengthen their bond again.
The very first thing Santana did when she got home was pass out on her bed.