Love and Dreams-Faberry

Chapter Five

Quinn slipped her coat on as she exited the kitchen and stepped into the main dining room of Curve. She was headed for the front door when she suddenly caught sight of Santana sitting alone at the bar in the far corner of the room and she headed her way.

"San?" she called once she was close enough.

The other girl looked up with a tired smile. "Hey, Q."

"What's going on? Is everything alright?" Quinn asked as she pulled the Latina into a tight hug.

Santana nodded. "It's fine. Do you have plans tonight? I was hoping we could get a drink."

"No plans," Quinn responded. "A drink sounds great."

They exited the restaurant and headed to a smaller bar down the street that was much quieter. They tucked into a corner booth and each ordered a beer.

"Are you alright?" Quinn asked once they were settled.

"Just tired," Santana replied with a shrug.

"Everything okay at home?" the blonde wondered.

Santana shrugged. "He's gone for days at a time now. He doesn't even try to hide it anymore."

"Leave him," Quinn sighed. She was tired of having this conversation. "You deserve so much better."

"I can't," Santana admitted with a sigh of her own.

"Why?" Quinn pushed. "Because if you divorce him it means that maybe marrying the first person you dated after Brit might not have been the best idea?"

"Do not use the B word in my presence." Santana shot her a glare. "And you know there was a lot more to it than that."

"I know. I'm sorry." Quinn took a sip of her beer. "I just want my best friend to be deliriously happy and in love like she was before."

"Divorced at 26?" Santana muttered. "That's terrible."

"So much of your high school self is gone, yet the part that stuck is the part that is entirely too concerned with appearances," Quinn said, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips.

"Honestly I don't care," Santana told her softly. "My parents will. I just know that it could be much worse than it is and part of me feels I'm expecting too much."

"You think it's too much to ask to be happy in your marriage?" Quinn asked her, a frown creasing her forehead. "Honey, that's completely crazy."

"So when are you going to let me invest in your restaurant?" Santana wondered, effectively ending that particular conversation.

Quinn stared at her for a few long moments and shook her head. "When you divorce him."

"Q," Santana grumbled.

"I'm serious," the blonde responded. "As long as you're married he's legally entitled to half of everything you own. I will not have him legally bound to anything of mine."

"I can have papers drawn up that will take care of that."

"No."

"Q, this is silly," Santana told her.

Quinn shook her head. "Divorce him and I'll let you give me all the money you want for my restaurant."

Santana laughed and nodded her head. "I don't want any complaints when your boss acts like a self-righteous ass then. I offered."

"You won't hear a peep."

"So what's up with you and Rachel?" Santana asked. She grinned when her friend's face instantly broke into a smile. She felt her heart ache a bit because she wanted that too. So badly.