As much as she liked to deny it, Quinn had been dreaming of meeting Santana again. But her dreams had only been a pale imitation of reality. They were never meant to come true. They were supposed to stay a fantasy. Because a fantasy she could control. Reality, not so much.
There Quinn sat, staring in the eyes of the one person she had both craved and dreaded meeting again.
Santana.
She had forgotten the way her name sounded in her own mouth. Because from the day Quinn had left her and everything else behind, she had banished her from her vocabulary. Every memory they had ever made together had become a forbidden thought.
The very reason for that was that Quinn knew that she couldn't handle anything related to Santana.
Not her name, not a memory with her. Especially not her, in the flesh.
As these thoughts ran through her mind, Quinn kept staring into Santana's pitch dark eyes.
She didn't dare breathe. The moment seemed surreal, and incredibly fragile. The slightest shift in the air could have broken it. And Quinn was fairly certain that she didn't want that to happen.
So she kept staring in the eyes of her former best friend, hoping it would last forever.
It didn't.
Somebody cleared their throat on her right.
It was Brittany.
"Hey, are you alright?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
"You've been staring at each other for a minute."
She seemed genuinely worried about her friends' well-being.
Santana managed a half-smile, looked at Brittany, and answered in a low, raspy tone that made Quinn shiver:
"Yes, thank you Brit-Brit, we're fine."
Avoiding to look at Quinn entirely, she then added: "Oh! I'm sorry Brit-Brit, I just remembered something that I had to do. I really need to leave. I'll make it up to you another time, okay baby?"
In one swift movement, she threw her long, tan legs over the bench she was sitting on, grabbed her backpack and stood up.
She took one step in the direction of the exit. Stopped. Turned.
Threw one long, thoughtful glance in Quinn's direction, and said matter of factly:
"Pleasure meeting you, Quinn."
Quinn's eyes followed the Latina hungrily as she left the cafeteria, her goddess-like hips swaying like a dancer's.
A.N.
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