Paperweight

Chapter 11

Disaster strikes on October 18th.

Santana is still on a ridiculously happy high from her date with Brittany the previous night, but when Quinn bursts into her room at around 6:30pm, her phone in one hand and a look of horror on her face, she ruins Santana's good mood with three words.

"Cosmos closed down."

Santana's jaw drops, and she shoves her laptop out the way so she can sit up from where she's sprawled out on her bed.

"You're joking."

Quinn shakes her head. "I just tried calling to order us dinner, but the guy who picked up said they closed. Friday was their last day."

Santana groan, flopping backwards onto her bed. When Quinn and her moved into their apartment, their first order of business was to find the closest Chinese restaurant that did takeout. Cosmos is, or was, only a ten minute walk from their apartment, and they delivered for the many occasions Santana or Quinn were too lazy to go and get it themselves. Which was frequently. And they were good.

"So what do you want to do for dinner then?" Santana asks, looking up at Quinn.

Quinn raises an eyebrow. "Well, we are not going to do anything. You, are going to go to the store and pick up some food, and then you are going to make dinner for once, without setting the kitchen on fire like last time."

Santana grumbles about it was an accident and it was totally the frying pan's fault, not mine at Quinn's retreating back, and hauls herself off her bed, looking out her window to check the weather. It's raining. Fantastic.

Rationalizing that she's only going to the store to get some food, she doesn't bother sorting her hair any further than quickly dragging her fingers through it, before grabbing a scarf and the nearest jacket. When she picks up the leather jacket, a blob of white underneath it catches her attention. Thinking what the hell, she quickly pulls Brittany's hoodie on and then yanks her jacket on over the top.

Grabbing her phone and purse, Santana checks if Quinn wants anything specific before exiting the apartment, tugging the hood up and wrapping her arms around herself.

Fucking hell it's cold.

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Once she's picked up some groceries, Santana is walking back to her apartment when she passes a small coffee shop. Due to the fact that she'll probably have hypothermia, pneumonia and a cold by the time she gets home thanks to the fucking rain, she decides to pop in quickly to get some hot chocolate.

Entering the shop, she hopes she isn't dripping water everywhere as she makes her way up to the counter. After ordering a large peppermint hot chocolate with soy milk and no whipped cream – because Quinn's a fussy bitch – and a white hot chocolate for herself, she makes her way down to the little counter, but pauses when she hears a familiar annoying voice.

"Rach, I'm sorry, just, whatever I did, I'm sorry, please, I miss you so-"

"Finn, I miss you too, but we are done. We had our time, and we're not meant to be. I'm sorry I hurt you, and for breaking up with you so suddenly, but I don't want you back."

Santana rolls her eyes at how dramatic Rachel is making dumping the manchild sound. She keeps her back to them, hoping they don't notice her as she continues to eavesdrop.

"Rachel, I don't understand, I thought you wanted us to be together."

Santana bites back a laugh at the though of the constipated look she's sure is on Finn's face, the confused one he gets every time he doesn't get his way. She hears Rachel sigh, and then a scraping of a chair, and Rachel's voice is slightly lower the next time she speaks.