No Strings Attached

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Lost in her thoughts, Quinn jumped as Santana exited her bedroom and entered the living room.

"Geez, calm down." Santana said. "It's just me. Why are you all spaced out again anyway?"

"I-I'm not." Quinn stuttered.

"You've been like this for over a month. Basically since you told me about that guy at the bar." Santana noted. "What's going on?"

"I'm fine." Quinn insisted.

"Hey, when are you gonna start going on auditions again?" Santana wondered.

"I..."

Santana looked at Quinn. "I'm not trying to push you, but Britt and I wanna move in together and I wanted to make sure you have enough money to move out."

"I'll get out of here whenever you want me to." Quinn said.

"A week or two?" Santana suggested. "The sooner the better, but Britt and I know you need to make plans. And if you're interested, Finn was looking for a roommate."

"Finn?" Quinn asked.

"Yeah." Santana said. "You guys have hung out before."

"In a big group with alcohol involved." Quinn stated. "If I live with him, it's just the two of us."

"So live with him until he finds a different roommate." Santana suggested. "He's a really good guy."

"Fine, I'll call him soon and get out of your way." Quinn promised.

"Quinn, you're not in the way. I love having you here." Santana said. "You're my best friend, and it's so fun living with you."

"No, it's okay." Quinn replied. "Brittany is your girlfriend. It's okay."

"Are you sure?" Santana asked. "I don't want you to be upset about this."

"Upset? Santana, I'm so excited for you two." Quinn promised. "Come here."

Santana sat down on the couch beside Quinn.

"Come here." Quinn repeated as she hugged Santana. "I'm happy for you."

"Thank you."

-

A little over a week later, Quinn moved her things into Finn's apartment. Since Santana was working, Finn helped with Quinn's things.

"Do you wanna unpack later? I could help you." Finn offered when all of Quinn's boxes were in her new room.

"I think I got it, but thanks." Quinn replied.

"Okay." Finn nodded. "Well, I'm gonna order dinner. What do you feel like?"

"I'm not hungry." Quinn said, feeling too nauseous to eat.

"We could wait awhile." Finn suggested.

"You're hungry." Quinn stated. "Just order something and I'll figure out dinner for myself later."

"I just thought we could eat together and talk." Finn shrugged.

"Talk?" Quinn repeated.

"Get to know each other a little better." Finn clarified. "All I really know about you is what I've heard from Santana and Puck."

"Puck?" Quinn asked.

"Noah." Finn said. "I've called him Puck since we were kids."

"Oh." Quinn nodded as she looked at Finn. "Well, you and I have talked at Santana's parties."

"Yeah, when we're both drunk." Finn smiled.

"What else do you wanna know?" Quinn wondered.

"Well, you're an actress." Finn said. "Which is cool 'cause I'm an actor."

"I know that." Quinn replied as she joined Finn on the couch. "I saw you in Grease. You were really good."

"Really? Thanks." Finn smiled.

Quinn nodded as Finn's phone went off.

Finn glanced at the screen before pocketing his phone again.

"You should get that." Quinn decided as she stood up. "I'm gonna unpack and then by the time we're both done, maybe we could order pizza?"

"Sure." Finn said as he accepted the call and put his phone to his ear.

Quinn excused herself and retreated to her room.