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Sole Housekeepin' For Always I Must Be Crazy 5. Signs Of Love Makin' 7. Somebody Special 8. Kinna Right All Ghetto Girl I'm The Other Man Interlude On Top Of Me I Wanna Go There One 2. Lights On 3. Turn Ya Out Feat. Lil' Jon 4. Come Back To Me Shawty 5. Better To Know 6. Gotta Get You 7. Morning After 8. Hurry Up 9. Kelly Quinn returns a few songs later, thoroughly applying what looks like could be her second layer of hand sanitizer.

Just barely. Santana almost flinches at the association, in part because it brings her back to Quinn exploding at her on the streets of Boston.

To prevent herself from falling down a mental rabbit hole, she does as Quinn says and focuses her gaze on the sky until all she can see is blue, blue, blue. After a few moments, Quinn faces her, too. Sometimes she forgets that Quinn is equally as stubborn as she is. And she wishes She wishes for her abuela to love her again.

She wishes for the glee club to win Regionals which reminds her she needs to text Tina to schedule their next monthly gossip session. She even wishes for Rachel and Kurt to be having a good week—and honestly, they better be enjoying it before she barges back into the loft in all her glory. Then she thinks about Quinn; the person who, Santana will begrudgingly admit, might understand her better than anyone ever has. Better than anyone ever will. They kinda blew out a ton of money on lunch, so their last dinner together is sushi from a local grocery store, eaten in the comfort of their motel room.

Quinn frowns a little at that. I only have afternoon classes on Monday. Santana shrugs. Unlike the first night of their trip, Quinn definitely does not complain about Santana taking too long in the shower. They roll into bed that night wearing the matching t-shirts they bought from Portsmouth, and instead of spooning, they curl towards each other so that the tips of their noses are inches apart.

They make a slight detour to a breakfast diner, because New Haven is only less than two hours away, and neither of them are necessarily itching to get back. Annabelle, their waitress, clears her throat timidly before setting their coffees down. Santana nods, a somewhat regretful smile playing at her lips. I have to prepare for a couple job interviews this week. You can still come up next weekend, though, right? At that, Quinn arches an eyebrow. Santana just shrugs again, laughing a little. Whatever the reason may be, it affects her.

Next round, please. New Haven is bright and sunny when Quinn pulls into one of the parking spots at the train station, and while Santana grabs her bag from the backseat, Quinn steps out to stretch her legs. With you and me? Quinn lets out this sigh, shrugging with a slight smile. Which, you know, may not be the worst thing ever, but. Different, and golden, and what no else could ever understand. Besides, I already understand the lecture. I read a few chapters ahead in the book.

I kind of ignored logistics such as how the hell two 19 year olds can possibly afford all those meals and motel hopping LOL, but that's the beauty of fanfiction I guess. And my reasoning for the timing of Beth's birthday is that season 2 and 3's Regionals episodes aired in March.

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Away from everyone else. And admittedly, when it comes to Quinn, maybe Santana means that in more ways than one. We should name this one.

What do you think? A good first day. I need hot chocolate. But here she is, bringing their hands close to her chest, and- Yeah. No use in defining anything. Quinn just smirks proudly. What do you see? I just want one bite. I asked if you wanted one, and you said no. Quinn sighs, stretching her legs. A city? As much as I love beach towns, I miss normal civilization. Quinn shakes her head. You look all Quinn breathes deeply next to her.

I like feeling this way. I needed to hear it. And with ??? But that is what this often-used argument is: An excuse. But then tu stand between the chairs again: Just leave it — o guilty conscience??? On top, my parents make me frightened with their reports about documentaries they saw, heard o read. I just want to listen to music!