Love and Dreams-Faberry

Chapter Eight

"Hey, sexy girl," Santana heard her husband greet her at the door to their apartment. The two of them happened to be heading into the building at the same time and he was grinning. She didn't need three seconds to figure out that he was completely drunk.

"Richard," she greeted with a half smile that barely reached her lips, let alone her eyes.

The doorman held the door open for them and they entered the building and headed for the elevator. As they approached, the doors opened and Rachel and Quinn stepped off, arms linked, both grinning and in their own world and the sight was enough to make Santana's heart ache in her chest. She was so thrilled for her friends but she wanted what they had so badly.

"Hey, girls," Santana greeted with a smile.

"Hi, San," Quinn replied with a surprised smile and a hug. Her eyes landed on Richard and the smile she'd been wearing dropped in an instant. "Hi, Dick."

"Forever Single," he greeted her with the same contempt that had been in her voice moments before. "How are you?"

"Not so single tonight, thanks," Quinn snapped back, barely disguising her distaste with him.

"Hi, Richard," Rachel greeted, reaching out to squeeze Quinn's hand gently.

"Rachel," he greeted, his eyes raking over her body rather hungrily. "How are you tonight?"

Rachel unconsciously leaned back away from him at the look in his eyes. "Fine, thank you."

"You two are on a date?" he asked, his head tilting to the side and his eyes narrowing slightly.

"We're on our way out," Quinn replied, glaring at him and smiling to Santana. "We have a reservation so we have to run. Dinner this week?"

Santana nodded, smiling as well. "You two have a good night."

"Bye, San," Rachel replied with a wave as she was tugged away. "Bye, Richard."

"Bye, S!" Quinn called, completely ignoring the brunette's husband.

"Did he really call you 'forever single?" Rachel asked as they got into the back of a cab.

Quinn rolled her eyes. "He calls me Forever Single Fabray."

"He's such an asshole," Rachel muttered.

Quinn laughed, her mood instantly brightening. "You're are probably the single cutest thing on the planet when you swear."

"I didn't know Rachel Berry was a dyke," Richard commented as he hung his coat up on the rack next to the front door.

Santana rounded on him in an instant, her face clouding and eyes darkening. "What the hell did you just call her?"

Richard's face shifted from curious to sinister in a second. "I called her a dyke. Is that a problem for you?"

"Yes it's a problem for me," Santana told him with a glare. "What the hell is your problem with it?"

"My problem," he started as he took a few steps towards her, his huge frame nearly towering over her, "is that it's completely ridiculous."

She backed up a step and turned, heading for the fridge where she pulled out two beers and popped the tops off them. He was always easier to get along with when he was drunk and his buzz had obviously worn off. "What's so ridiculous about it?"

"Two women, no man," he explained as if it was the stupidest question he'd ever heard.

Santana rolled her eyes as she approached him. "So your issue is that it emasculates you to think that two girls can get off without a guy? You are such an asshole sometimes."