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Something Called Life	By : cris2747 Category: G through L > Glee Views: 3362 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I don't own Glee because if I did there would be more Quinn and Santana this season. Does anyone miss them as much as I do? Will any way to those that are reading my other stories fear not I haven't given up on them in fact a new chapter should be up next week for each one. This just happens to be my first ever story I wrote for this 'verse. I was messing around in my files and found it. I thought my son accidently deleted it but no he just moved and renamed it. Bad boy. So I decided to post this in the meantime. I edited and put in some characters from the new season to replace some OC's. Does anyone know Kitty's last name or is she just going by 'The water down version of Quinn'? Meh I couldn't find it so I just put her real last name. This is extremely AU basically Glee didn't happen and most of our Gleeks didn't meet until they were 24ish and its loosely based on the movie 'Life as We Know It' staring Josh Duhamel and Katherine Heigl. Some warnings my stories are femslash but it does have a M/F love scene so don't be put off by it, please. It won't be happening in every chapter. Also if you couldn't figure it out by the summary then warning character death. Sad I know but it had to happen in this story. Alright r/r and let me know if you want me to continue posting and on with the show.
Chapter 1: The Beginning

A beautiful Latina strolled into a neighborhood diner. She smirked putting an extra sway into her hips, knowing that the people there stopped what they were doing to stare at her. Santana López loved, fucking loved the attention she always got everywhere she went. Maybe it was because she was used to being front and center. All of the years she spent being HBIC in high school just cemented the fact that she is and always be one hot bitch. Or maybe it was because she liked the effect she had on other people.
So when she spots a handsome Asian man around her age sitting at a booth in the back who appeared to be the only person in the entire diner not paying her any mind. Her beautiful face starts to scowl lightly as she narrows her eyes with a quick adjustment to her boobs (in what could be loosely described as a top). She starts to slowly stalk towards the lone figure, once she reaches the booth she lightly clears her throat. The Asian man continued to read the newspaper, ignore the hot Latina. Santana growls internally, "Excuse me." Her voice low and sultry sends sparks of arousal throughout the diner, including 95% of the women and even the one gay man at the counter by the door.
The clueless man looks up blinking, finally noticing that he had company, "Oh hey sorry but I'm not ready to order yet."
Santana scowls, "Do I look like a fucking waitress, Asian?"
"Um well maybe," the man stutters. "Or maybe not," he blurts out when the Latina looked ready to stab him with his fork. "Can I help you with something?"
Santana rolls her eyes sliding into the seat across from him. She made sure to give the diners a good show of crossing her legs slowly, and that they had a good view of her handkerchief, I mean skirt riding up her thigh before tucking her legs underneath the table. "The diner seems full, so I was hoping that you wouldn't mind if I sit with you," Santana says in a low raspy voice making one patron ready to leave his wife of ten years at a chance to even talk to the little sexpot.
The wife notices the glazed over look in her husband's eyes and reaches over slapping him out of his stupor, "You asshole!" she throws her drink at her husband before stalking out of the diner.
Santana chuckles as she watches the show, "Well that's new."
The Asian man shakes his head frowning, "Are you sure that you want to sit with me? I mean there appears to be an open table now, I'm sure that it's quite acceptable."
The patrons behind him groan, all giving themselves mental face palms. How can anyone be so stupid as to turn this 11 down.
Santana quirks a brow and smirks devilishly, "I'm sure that it has nothing to do with the fact that Tina would cut your balls off if let some random chick pick up . Huh Mikey?"
Mike Chang laughs thoroughly enjoying his best friend's antics, "Unless it's you San, Tina doesn't care. She thinks you're a bad influence on me."
Santana leans back laughing with him, "Aw Mikey I would never get you in trouble and how am I a bad influence?"
The fact that the duo seems to be friends finally dawned on the diners. They all grumbled under their breaths as they went back to eating. A group of teenagers were particularly put out because they were going to start a pool to see if the babe would be able to seal the deal.
Mike folds his paper placing it down on the table, "San you've only been getting me into trouble since we were in diapers."
Santana shrugs her shoulders, "Unless you have tangible proof, I'm denying that it ever happened."
Mike grins at his best friend, "I'm sure our moms have pictures somewhere and besides she's met you so that's all the proof she needs."
Santana smirk morphs into a genuine smile that she reserved for the people she loves, "Maybe. So tell me how is the lovely Ms. Cohen-Chang doing?"
Mike grins turns into the sicken love sick smile he gets whenever he thinks of his girlfriend, "She's great. Really excited that her best friend's moving back to the city." He smiles up at the waitress that suddenly appeared to take his order, "Hi, sorry can you give us a few more minutes please?"
The tired looking red head shrugs, "Can I get you two something to drink in the mean time?"
Santana looks up at the woman with a slightly flirty smile, "Sure beautiful can you get me a coke and a Pepsi for my friend?"
The waitress whose name tag said 'Wendy' giggled girlishly, "Sure thing Miss, I'll bring those out right away."
Santana sits back looking extremely smug with herself, while Mike shakes his head, "You just can't turn it off can you?" Santana tilts her head but remains silent, "The charm. The flirting. It's like its second nature to you and you can't help yourself."
Santana shrugs, "If you got it, use it and sweetie you should know by that I have it. In spades." She takes the menu that was sitting in front of Mike, "So tell me more about this friend of T's is she cute?"
"No, no, no nuh uh it ain't gonna happen López," Mike shakes his head empathically. "This is Tina's best friend we're talking about, not one of your random hook ups. So she a no fly zone for you Snix, so please stop thinking with your vagina." She pouts pitifully, "Besides she's already in relationship with this annoying chick they went to school with."
Santana guffaws, "Oh Mikey, you know that never stopped me before and my mind lives in the gutter. When you're as sexy as I am, there's no other place where I can be."
"Why am I even friends with you," Mike shakes his head. "Sometimes I think you're worse than Puck."
Santana grins totally unfazed, "Where do you think the sex shark learned his game from?" she points to herself proudly, "Me. The one, the only, the original and the best sex shark McKinney High or New York has ever seen."
Mike shakes his head again, "If you say so San, although I don't see it as anything to be proud of."
Wendy walks up to the booth leaning close to the hot Latina, "So are you guys ready to order yet?"
"I'm going to have the bacon burger with lettuce and tomato and extra mayo and bacon, with a side of large fries. Also a chocolate shake and for dessert a banana split," Santana winks at the waitress. "I had uh, busy night and I needs to get my strength back."
"I'll have the same," Mike cuts in. "Please thank you. Bye now."
Wendy loses her footing as she tries to walk away with a sexy strut. Mike leans forward whispering, "Seriously San, that woman's like 50. Why do you have to be such a bitch and get her hopes up?"
Santana leans forward narrowing her eyes, "First of all Michael she's 40 if that and you know that our mothers worked as a waitresses 60 hours a week after our Dads left." Mike swallows scary Snix is showing her claws, "So fucking excuse me if I want to give that woman something she can giggle about and something to talk about when she gets home. You know damn well that our moms came home giggling and happy when just one customer treated them was women and with respect, not like a dog that fetches things for them."
Mike looks down ashamed, he remembers how hard their mothers worked to raise them on their own. He also remembers how they would come home pissed and sad when the customers treated them like slaves or stiffed them on their tips. "You're right San, I'm sorry. I forgot how it was sometimes and that's not good. It's also not why I asked you to come here today."
Santana nods acknowledging his apology and accepting it, "And why is that Asian? And here I thought that you missed me and my stunning wit and charm."
Mike takes a deep breath letting it out slowly, "Okay so Tina and have been dating for the last three years.."
"This I know Asian, because it was me who introduced you after the weirdo turned me down," even after almost four years that still stung a little.
"Any way," Mike goes on ignoring her interruption, "I'm ready for the next step."
"Next step?"
"Yes I'm going to ask Tina to marry me," Mike grins proudly.
Santana's mouth opens completely shocked, "Really marriage? Are you sure? I mean I love Tina she's great for you but are you sure this is what you want? I know Mama Chang is bossy and wants her only son to get married and give her Asian grandbabies like yesterday."
Mike smiles, "Yes I'm sure San, 100 percent sure that this is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. 100 percent sure that she was meant to be the mother of my children." He gets a far of dreamy expression, he didn't even notice that their food was served, "The first time I saw her at that party I felt my world turn upside down and nothing felt as right as it did in that moment."
"Oh my god you're so gay Chang and that's saying something coming from me," Santana taunts. "How did I not see this before? Oh my god my best bro is actually my best gay."
Mike throws a tomato at her face, "Fuck off Satan. You keep that shit up and I won't ask you to be my best man."
"Seriously? Me?" a look of pure shock came across her face, "Why not Puck or Blaine? I would say the jolly green idiot but he still thinks he has a chance in getting in Tina's pants," Santana smirks.
"No I want you Santana," Mike blushes as he back pedals when Santana bats her eyes playfully at him. "Shut up you know what I meant, asshole. You're my sister, my best friend of course it's going to be you standing by me on the most important day of my life." Mike draws a deep breath, "If she says yes of course."
Santana chuckles, "I don't think you have to worry about that Asian, Tina's crazy for you. I'm 99% sure that she'll say yes."
Mike chews on his burger thoughtfully, "What's the other one percent, Satan?"
Santana smirks, "That she'll go home with me." She ducks another flying tomato laughing at Mike's flushed face, "Hey, hey now don't act like you've never seen her eyeing my ass. I mean who could blame her because this is a mighty fine ass." She gives him an exaggerated wink, "You should know you tapped it once too."
Mike red hue deepens, "Oh god San, you promised never to bring that up. Like ever, because I'm pretty sure Tina would kill me if she ever found out."
Santana smiles genuinely, "Nah, Girl Chang wouldn't kill her delicious man meat, maim maybe but definitely not kill."
"I swear you're worse than Puck," Mike looks over her shoulder glaring at the diners that were listening in. "Sometimes I wonder what would've happened if you two knew each other when we were growing up."
"Easy, we would've set the school on fire and banged every single girl in that school," Santana laughs.
Mike shakes his head, he was glad that they didn't know each other back then. Hell he was glad he got to Tina before they did or he probably wouldn't have stood a chance. "You're a terribly bad influence on me and I'm calling Mom."
The Latina chokes on the fry she was eating, "You ass. Don't you dare or I swear I'm telling Tina about junior prom and the two cheerleaders you had driving your stick shift."
Mike quickly shuts his mouth as he's expressions turns terrified, "You wouldn't dare." Santana's lifts her brow, "Okay maybe you would." He sticks out his hand, "Truce?" Santana's smirk widens as she shakes his hand, "Truce."
"Truce." Santana wipes her mouth, "Now let me see the ring Asian because my brother as much as I love you, you need all the help you can get with jewelry. We have to show Girl Chang that you have some kind of game and not buy something you'd find from a crackerjack box." She leans back thinking, "Well we can go to Tiffany's and browse around."
Mike sags in seat relieved that Santana's volunteered to help him rather than having to resort to blackmail. He should've known his sister would've come through for him with needing to be threatened. "Sounds good Snix, but I do have a budget and unless I want to go in debt I need to stick to it…"
He looks up when he feels a body hovering over him. A smarmy looking man leers at Santana completely ignoring Mike. Santana seemingly clueless continues to tear into her burger like it was alive and trying to get away. She finally looks up to see a wanna be Casanova type of asshole staring down her blouse, "Didn't your Mom ever teach you it was rude to stare?"
Smarmy's leer turned into what Santana assumed was supposed to be sexy smirk, "Hi, I'm David, David Karofsky."
Santana just continues to look unimpressed, "Is that supposed to mean something to me? Or do you think I'm a brain dead bimbo that drops her panties every time some jerkoff expresses interest?"
He flushes in embarrassment as the table behind him starts to laugh at him, "How about you ditch the loser and come home with me? I bet I could show you a better time than he possibly could."
Santana mouth drops open guffawing in surprise, "Are you fucking serious? Go away Deuce Bigalow because the only loser I see is you and you're ruining my appetite fool."
'Deuce' leans over her, his bulky body would intimidate someone other than Santana Fucking López. The girl who instilled fear in the hearts of the toughest jocks at McKinney High. Whose legend is still told to this this day to the younger cheerios by one Sue Sylvester, "I don't think you're understanding me slut, you're coming with me. Don't act like this isn't what you were shooting for when you came in dressed like some kinda corner whore."
Santana gives him an icy glare but before she could rip off his lips, Mike jumped up pushing him back, "She said no or are you too stupid to understand? Did the steroids shrink your big head as well as the little one between your legs?"
'Deuce' bunches up the hams he calls fists ready to take Mike's head when the cook came rushing in waving a meat cleaver. In a thick German accent he screams, "Nein, nein, müssen Sie verlassen. Es wird keine Kämpfe in hier zu sein. You take things and go. Leave or I call cops." He reminded Santana of that 'Gaston' character from that Disney cartoon he watched with Brittany every day in seventh grade.
One of 'Deuce's' friends tries to drag him out the door, "Come on man just let it go. The bitch isn't worth it."
Santana gives him a haughty glare, "You wish you could tap this, jackass but unless you manage to grow a pair of boobs and a vagina you wouldn't have a chance in hell." She tilts her head thoughtfully, "No you know what as a matter of fact not even if you turn into a girl. I never do pity fucks, something tells me that's all you'd be as a man or as a woman."
'Deuce' looked ready to shrug off his buddy but the huge knife 'Gaston' was waving around made him rethink that. "Watch yourself slut because when you least expect it I'm get even with you," was his parting shoot.
Santana shrugs her shoulders, "I'm shaking in my Jimmy Choo's loser."
'Gaston' mutters in angry German while the waitress that look eerily like him tries to calm him down. Their waitress looks on clearly exasperated, "Hey guys sorry about Karofsky, he's a regular and he's an ass. No matter how many times we ban him Otto lets him come back." She rolls her eyes, "And as always to say we're sorry and please don't sue us the meals on us."
Mike shakes his head, "That's not necessary," he looks at the Latina smirking evilly, "I can't take her anywhere. He always causes some kind of mischief and mayhem. Santana's my entertainment otherwise I wouldn't keep her around."
Santana flips him off before turning back to the Wendy, "Yeah don't sweat it sweetie, isn't not your fault that that guy was a douche."
Wendy shrugs her shoulders, "No its Otto's since he's married to his cousin or something. I don't remember which but no arguments lunch is going to be on him. I insist, that way maybe you'll come back."
Santana gives her best flirty smile, "With service like this, how can I stay away?"
Wendy blushes, "You'll be good for my ego, Miss." She walks backwards running into the table behind her, "Um let me bring out your dessert. So, yeah be right back guys." She turns around pushing Otto back into the kitchen.
Mike shakes his head, "Like I said Sanny I can't take you anywhere."
Santana smirks leaning forward, "You know you're life would be boring without me."

Quinn Fabray sat on the counter top in her childhood best friend's home, watching her run around the kitchen putting the final touches on dinner together. She smiles thinking that her bestie did pretty well for herself. They both did considering how their lives first started out.
"So T, remind me how long have you've been dating Mr. Wonderful," Quinn questions playfully.
Tina looks up flour matting her hair, "Um 3 and a half years give or take, but you already know this."
Quinn smirks, "I know T I'm just trying to figure out why you're running around like you have first date jitters."
Tina throws a dirty her longtime friend, sister really, "Shut up Q. I'm nervous because Mikey said that he has something to ask me after dinner." She fidgets with her hands, "If it's what I hope it is then we're officially moving in together. If not than he's breaking up with me, either way I'm nervous." She scrunches up her nose, "And some of us haven't been married to their high school sweetheart for the last 6 years."
Quinn looks away, "Yeah about that…"
Tina places a hand on her leg all of a sudden concerned, "What's up Quinnie? You haven't really talked that much about why you moved back here from L.A. and don't tell me that nothing's wrong I can see it all over your face."
Quinn looks back tears filling up her hazel eyes, "Rachel's… Rachel's been cheating on me." She takes a deep shuttering breath, "Again."
Tina scowls pulling Quinn down so that she could embrace her, "Fucking Berry, I told her the last time that I would hit her in the fucking throat if she pulled that shit with you again." She rubs her hands up and down Quinn's back trying to sooth her, "She promised that it would never happen again."
Quinn pulls back rubbing the tears from her eyes, "I don't know what to do anymore T, I gave her an ultimatum it's either L.A or me. So that's why we moved back but I can't ask her to give up her career for me. She's worked so hard and I wouldn't feel right." She hugs her stomach, "But it's not like Rachel's ever been faithful Tina even in high school but I just never caught her."
Tina's mouth drops open, "Are you serious? That little bitch wait until I get my hands on her and I'll…"
Quinn shakes her head, "Just drop it T, I need my best friend right now. Help me figure out what I'm supposed to do. I've been in love with her since forever, so what the hell I'm supposed to do?" She starts pacing up and down the floor, "I don't think I can leave her, she's as much a part of me as you are."
Tina sighs walking up to Quinn and stopping her, "Hey, hey calm down we'll figure this shit out Q. I got your back like always." Quinn nods, "First thing, do you want to leave her? Which in my opinion is what you should FYI."
Quinn shakes her head, "How am I supposed to leave someone I've been in love with since I was 14?" She runs her hands through her messy blonde hair, "I'm fucking pathetic, right? That's what you're thinking, isn't it? Quinn Fucking Fabray is a pathetic bitch that lets her wife walk all over her. The same Quinn Fabray that used to run our high school with an iron fist lets a the school's former loser walk all over her." She laughs bitterly, "I wonder what our old class mates would say about that."
Tina shakes her head, "I think you're being too hard on yourself Q and I think you need to place the blame onto the person it belongs to. Yes you treated Rachel crappy the first year of high school but you've more than made up for it." She pulls back and shakes Quinn gently, "Stop beating yourself up over it, you've more than made it up to her ten times over. I don't think you should spend your life making up for mistakes you made as a scared kid. It's Rachel that needs to grow the fuck up or leave you alone."
Quinn opens her mouth but Tina cuts her off, "I don't want to hear it Q, once is a mistake. Two is a poor judgment but any more than that means it's a pattern and she's never going to change. So channel your inner HBIC and toss her out on her hobbit ass."
Quinn laughs, "You never liked her Tina, admit it."
The former Goth girl hugs her tight again, "No I didn't, not one little bit but that's beside the point. The real question is do we forgive the insane hobbit?"
Quinn muffled laugh vibrates on her shoulder, "I don't know. I honestly don't know if I have it in me to give her another shot."
Tina plays with her hair, "So it's a no then and that means I can throw a party right? We'll invite all of friends and I'll introduce you to Mike's pals. There this one girl Mike's best friend, Santana that makes you looks a freaking Saint."
Quinn scoffs, "Please, Azimio still goes to therapy because of me and I hear Jewfro lives under a bridge. So I doubt that this girl can hold a candle to me."
Tina pulls away smirking, "Trust me when I say that no one would have survived high school if you two were under the same roof. Hell I'm not sure if I should introduce you two now. All though it'll be fun to see your reaction to Puck."
"Whose Puck?"
Tina's smile widens deviously, "He's a self-proclaimed bad ass and sex shark. They met in college along with some other friend Finn he grew up with they're all pretty tight like us." She makes a sour face, "Some of other guys they hang out with are Blaine, Sam, and Mercedes. I really don't like that guy Finn but he's Puck's best friend so they're like a package deal."
"Maybe we should all get together since Artie and Kurt live in So Ho now and I think Sugar lives with them and Rory moved back from Ireland."
Tina nods her head she's tried for years to get all of their friends together but they're never in the same city long enough to plan out the evening, "Sounds good but I have to warn you some of Mike's friends can be a little crude."
Quinn shakes her head, "I think I'll live but right now I'm going to go wash my face and then we're going to figure out what happened to my dignity."
"I think it's underneath the heel of Rachel's size ones," Tina call to Quinn's retreating back. "And if I have my way I'm getting it back for you," she mutters under her breathe.
"Talking to yourself? That the first sign of insanity," a mocking voice startles her.
Tina rolls her eyes planting a fake smile on her face, "Rachel! Oh my god I didn't hear you come in, because you didn't knock. How rude, how long have you been here?."
Rachel smiles widely, "I just came in when Quinn went to use the facilities and I didn't think it was necessary for me to knock considering we're family and all that."
Tina drops her smile and narrows her eyes, "Correction Berry, Quinn and I are family. You're just the asshole that continues to hurt my family." She stalks closer to the shorter girl backing her into the wall, "I swear to god that I'm going to kick your ass back to Findley and back again."
Rachel licks her lips slightly scared, "Tina I hardly see how this is any of your concern. Quinn and I worked out our problems which is why we moved here away from her because I do love Quinn."
Tina picks out lint from her sweater, "Obviously not enough to keep it in your pants, but that's about to change." She smiles coldly, "You haven't met her yet but Mike's best friend Santana López is fucking evil. So evil she makes HBIC Quinn look like a puppy compared to what she could do to you."
Rachel swallows thickly, "Tina…"
But Tina holds a finger to her lips halting any of her excuses, "Not only is she evil but she's always a big deal in this town. She's a record producer, even a producer on Broadway not to mention along with Mike and their other best friend Brittany S. Pierce they practically own the creative side of Broadway. One word from them and your career will be dead in the water before it even got started."
Rachel stutters, "I, I, I completely understand Tina. I promise to never hurt Quinn again." She starts to breathe easier when Tina backs away, "I really do love her, you know." She looks down ashamed, "I don't understand why I do the things I do but I honestly love her."
"Then fucking prove it Berry," Tina growls. "She turned her life upside down and inside out for you. She turned down fucking Yale to go with to L.A. She turned down studying law at Oxford. So stop breaking her heart."
She pauses when she hears the front door closing, "Here's a taste of what you'll get if you fuck with my girl's heart again." Tina smirks knowing full well that Santana hates everyone at first sight and she's not afraid to show it.
Rachel's breath catches in her throat when the sexiest woman on the planet walks, no glides into the room followed by Tina's boyfriend. Tina squeals happily launching herself in Mike's arms, "Baby you're back earlier than I expected."
Mike curls his arms around the love of his life squeezing her tightly against him, "Well I missed you so I decided to come early." He kisses her lips softly, "I hope that's okay."
The Latina smirks pulling Tina into a hug of her own, "What about me Asian? Where's my hug?"
Tina laughs swatting her shoulder, "I'm sorry did bruise your ego, López? Should I kiss it and make it better?"
Santana leers playfully lowering her voice seductively, "Hmm, how about you throw out our audience and let me show what you've been missing all this years?"
Rachel swallows a moan wishing she met this Goddess under different circumstances. Like without her wife or best friend anywhere in the vicinity. The things she would do to her and god the things this Goddess could do to her. Shit, she promised Tina not even five minutes ago that she wouldn't hurt Quinn again, but here she is planning another affair. It's as though she doesn't love Quinn because she does, there's just something broken inside of her that makes her unable to stay faithful. Quinn is the best person in the world, the most loving and utterly gorgeous but she can't help herself. Ever since high school, after they lost their virginities to each other Rachel had this insane need to fuck as many people as she possibly could.
Santana looks up noticing that she was stared at. She narrows her eyes not liking the scrutiny, "Who the fuck are you?"
Rachel snaps out of her carnal thoughts, clearing her throat, "Rachel Berry or Fabray rather Berry is my stage name. I'm one of Tina's oldest acquaintances. Mike it's a pleasure to see you again, how have you been?"
Mike rubs the back of his neck, sensing the tension between the shorter girl and his girl, "I've been great, this is Santana my oldest friend. She's my sister really," he turns to Santana, "and this is Rachel, Quinn's wife. She's Tina oldest and bestest friend." He looks around for the blonde girl, "Where is she anyways?"
"I'm right here Mikey," a voice comes from the doorway.
This time it was Santana's breath catches in her throat and heart starts to thump painfully in her chest. She watches with Tina still in her arms as the Blonde Goddess embraces Mike in a warm hug, "I hear you've been treating my girl well. That's good because I would hate to have to kill you."
Mike laughs hugging her tighter, "I'm so scared Quinn." He pulls back leaving an arm around her waist and pulls her closer to the Latina, "This is Santana, my oldest and dearest pain in the ass."
"Fuck you Asian," Santana sneers. Quinn flinches away thinking that the woman was honestly upset.
Tina slaps her in back of the head, used to her language by now, "Don't mind her Q, she's always been this vulgar. You get used to it eventually, she's takes some getting used to."
Santana smirks, "So are you really married to this garden gnome? Because let me tell you, Barbie you can do better and by better I mean me." She leans on the counter giving her the 'sexy eyes' that no woman gay or straight could resist.
Quinn flushes, "Um well…"
Rachel nostrils flare jealously coursing throw her veins, no one ignores her. She's the one people fawn over and it's Quinn that's the one that sits in the corner looking at the world love her, "I say that's highly inappropriate considering that she's married to me and hello I'm standing right here."
Tina cuts in, "Are you really going to go there Berry? Shall I remind you why you've moved here in the first place?" Rachel glares at her former class mate, "No? You sure, because I don't mind giving a history lesson."
Quinn swallows shaking away the effects that this woman did to her body with only a small amount of time, "Tina please stop, there's no need to bring up the past." She turns to the woman that was making her stomach do summersaults, "And as for your proposal I'm going to have to decline because I'm married." She holds up her hand to show off her ring, "See, married and I have been for the last six years."
Santana shrugs barely glances at said wife, "You can do better, like I said better means me."
Mike cuts in smoothly before another fight could erupted and Santana's puts Rachel in the hospital, "Anyway, Quinn please excuse my friend she has no manners even though our mothers tried very hard. She was never home trained sadly."
Quinn smiles up at the man she's met a handful of times but she knew even after that first meeting he was the one for the girl she considered family, "It's okay Mike, you've met Sugar before so I'm used to it by now."
Rachel still feeling put out at being ignored again, "Quinn come along darling, we have to get ready for our dinner party." she looks at Santana briefly plotting on ways to get her in bed, "I need you to look stunning tonight and charm the producer of this play I want to star in."
Quinn winches forgetting about the dinner, "Rae are you sure I have to go? I start at the firm on Monday and I was planning on reading briefs so I can be up to date on the cases I have to take over."
Rachel pouts knowing that's the fastest way for her to get what she wants, "But Quinnie I need you there with me." She holds a hand up to her chest, "I promise to get you home at a decent time and then you can be boring all weekend."
Santana glares already deciding that she doesn't like the gnome and how she speaks to her 'wife', "Boring? Please I say it's you that's fucking boring, gnome. Are you a lawyer Quinn?"
Quinn looks away from Rachel her eyes finding the deep soulful brown of the Latina's, "Yes, I'm a junior partner and like I've mentioned I start on Monday."
Santana scratches her nose, "What department do you work in? Because if its entertainment then you're the girl of my dreams right now." Santana chuckles at her confused look, "We fired our lawyer last week and we need a new one like now."
"Um well I'm not in that department but I can find someone in the firm that is. Mike tells me that you and one other partner run a small but thriving agency slash record company slash Production Company," Quinn stutters. She knows her face is flushed there's just something about this woman that makes her feel hot, "So if want to contact me next week I'll be happy to assist you then."
Santana raises her brow, what is with these girls from Findley that only seem to be the ones that turn her down. Well only these two because the gnome to her right seems to want to hump her leg. Santana shudders inwardly at that thought, "Yeah that's right I handle the business end contracts, money whatever the other guys don't want to do. Mike and Brittany handle all the chorography we get hired for. Puck and Blaine handle all of our talent and any new people we represent. Sam and his wife Mercedes hand the music end. I'll just get your info from Girl Chang and we can work out all the details then, but mark my words Blondie I'll have you as my lawyer."
Rachel perks up, thinking she found her way in, "So you're an agent? Excellent because I'm in the market for a new one for this part of the country, I need one that specializes in the theater."
Tina glares at the starlet knowing her angle, but Santana calms her fears right away, "Sorry but we're not looking for any new talent at the moment."
Mike looks over at her confused, they were always looking for someone new. He looks at his soon to be fiancée but her smug smiles makes him keep his mouth shut for the moment.
Rachel swallows clearly embarrassed, "Well okay then, I guess I'll have to keep looking. If you change your mind I'm sure we'll run into each other again." She grabs Quinn's hand tugging her toward the door, "Come along my dear so we can get ready."
Quinn sighs, she didn't agree to go with her but she would rather argue about it in the private than in front of this small audience. She tugs her hand away so she could hug Tina and Mike, "I guess that means I'm leaving." She turns to the hot Latina who was watching her with a hungry expression, "It's a pleasure to meet you Santana."
Santana smirks pulling the flustered blonde into a tight hug, "It's nice to meet you Quinn."
Quinn shivers when the Latina purrs in her ear, hot breath tickling her neck. She clears her throat pulling away, "Yes okay. Tina call me later so we plan that get together. Mike take care of her or else."
Mike rolls his eyes playfully, feeling the ring in his pocket burning a hole through it. He wants to laugh when Rachel moves to hug Santana but the Latina takes out her phone ignoring her. He's not sure what's going on but he has a feeling that it has something to do with why the couple moved to here so abruptly. And he's pretty sure that Santana wants to cut the diva with her razor blades she has hidden in her hair.
Santana looks up watching the blonde's backside as she walks out the door. When she hears the door close she turns to Tina scowling, "Why haven't we been introduced before? I'm telling you T, you're going to be punished for keeping that hottie under wraps."
Tina laughs, "If you can get Quinn away from that bitch than I swear I'll give you my first born and worship you always." Mike frowns not liking what he was hearing, "Aww Mikey you know I'm playing. It's that she's not right for Quinn."
Santana hops on the counter, "What do you mean?"
Tina bites her lip wondering if she should tell Santana everything, "Well Rachel's not exactly what one would call…uh faithful." She winches at Santana murderous look, "Right, she's cheated on Quinn twice that we know of but who knows for sure. Quinn says she thinks it's been going on since high school."
Santana glares at the door hoping that the gnome would walk through that door again, "Why the fuck doesn't she leave her? I mean she's a fucking 12 and she has brains if she's a lawyer. I wasn't playing when I said she could do better."
Tina leans on Mike sighing contently when he pulls her against his chest, "She's been in love with her since freshman year, so it's not exactly a walk in the park leaving your first love." Tina looks up glaring at Santana, "She's been through enough crap so if you just want another notch in your belt leave Quinn alone. She's not nor will she ever will be one of your hook ups."
Santana jumps down cursing the fact that she's still wearing heels, "Calm down Girl Asian, you know I like to flirt but Mikey already told me that she's a no fly zone. Besides I may be a lot of things but I don't fuck married woman, no matter how hot they are. And how much their wives suck, so I promise that everything is just harmless flirting."
She kisses the couple in their cheeks, "I'm going now before Tina decides to stab me with some pointy object. I was just waiting until Gnomey left cause that chick seriously looked ready to hump my legs despite the fact that her wife was two feet away from her." She looks to Mike mouthing 'Good luck' before leaving the apartment.
Tina shakes her head before turning around in Mike's arms, "I didn't get my hello kiss sweetie."
Mike grins before leaning down and kissing her lips softly. Once they ran out of breath Tina pulls away reluctantly, "Hmm that's better." She lays her head on his chest again basking in the his warm and breathing in his cologne, "Dinner will be ready in about an hour if you want to go watch tv and relax that's fine with me."
Mike shakes his head, "I'm fine right here."
Tina smiles standing on her tip toes to nuzzle his neck, "Me too."
"Marry me," Mike blurts out.
Tina chuckles thinking it was a joke, "Sure Mikey we'll go to the justice of peace tomorrow and get hitched."
Mike digs into his pocket and pulls out the ring box, "I'm serious." He pushes Tina away slightly before falling to one knee, "Marry me." He opens the box showing a stunning diamond ring. He swallows nervously when Tina just stares at him, shock plainly written on her face. "I was going to wait until after dinner but… shit I fuck this up didn't I?"
He gets up muttering curses under his breath, "Never mind if you're not ready than its okay I understand."
Tina shock finally wears off and she runs after Mike who was inches from the front door. She turns him around and clinching his shirt in her first she pushes him into the wall hard, "Ask me again, I wasn't ready the first time."
Mike stares at her likes she lost her mind, "Tina Cohen-Chang, will you do me the honor of being my wife? I've loved you since the moment I saw you and every day I find myself falling even more in love with you. I want to be the one you spend forever with. I want to be the father of your children. I want you to make me the happiest person in the world."
Tina squeals kissing him all over his face muttering "yes, yes" in between every kiss. Mike laughs lifting her up in the air and spins her around. Tina wraps her leg around his waist, "Let's go practice the baby making."
Mike groans instantly hardening, "Oh god yes."
Tina laughs as they leave a trail of close to her bedroom, once there Mike kicks open the door and dumps Tina on the bed. She giggles scooting up, "I love you Michael Chang."
Mike stops kicking off his shoes. His smile brilliant and huge, "And I love you soon to be Mrs. Cohen-Chang." He tilts his head while unbuttoning his pants, "You're keeping the Cohen, right?"
Tina sigh, "Mike, I'm lying in bed almost naked and you want to talk about last. Priorities sweetie get them straight."
Mike kicks off his pants and boxers, "You're so right, baby." He moves to take off Tina's shorts and panties, she lifts up her hips. "You're so beautiful." He leans over kissing her softly, "I love you."
Tina smiles into the kiss lifting her hips when Mike pulled down her panties kissing a trail down her stomach and legs. Tina reaches around her back to unclasp her bra watching Mike with hungry eyes.
"So beautiful," his voice a mere whisper as he crawls back up her body taking a hard nipple in his mouth.
Tina throws her head back moaning, "Mike, I need you so much right now, foreplay can wait." Mike smirks at her desperate tone but he doesn't want to wait either. He lines himself up to Tina's center easing his way in.
She felt the pressure on her lips. It was just a feather light touch, but already Tina's senses began to tingle. He pulled back for a second and she took that moment to look into his eyes. If Tina was honest with herself, she dreamed about Mike proposing to her since the moment they met. She couldn't wrap her brain around the fact that he finally asked her, that they were going to be together forever. He bent his head and claimed Tina's lips in a passionate kiss.
She got tired of his teasing and flipped them over so her was straddling him. She broke the kiss and looked down at him with a smirk. Nipping and sucking on his bottom lip, teeth clashing with his own. His kisses started to get more impatient, wanting more. She slowly made her way back towards his face, her eyes taking in all the small details she never noticed before. His eyes have these tiny black dots in them. Truly unique and beautiful. His lips have a slight bow shape to them, which makes his face innocent in a way. Which is pretty ironic, since when you look at Mike, you don't see innocence just his sweetness.
His eyes sparkled with mischief, and she was a second too late to react as he again flipped them over so he was back on top. Giggles erupted from her mouth as he began to kiss behind her ear, knowing that was a ticklish spot for her. He pulls back with an amused grin. Her giggles soon die down as his lips descended to her collar, sucking slightly. Tina moaned and arched her back to feel him closer.
"I love you, fiancée," he whispered roughly.
She pulled his face back to hers, needing him and he understood. He pulled my body closer gently squeezed her hip. She ran her hands over his shoulders, feeling the muscles there. Clenching. She ran her fingers over his firm abs, feeling his muscles twitch as she touched him. The need for him to move inside of her was too great. She needed him. Then he seemed to have had enough of this torture as well, he needed to move.
He roughly crashed his lips into hers and kissed her senseless. His hands found their way to her core, stroking and rubbing her clit. Her back arched off the bed and she could feel her skin heating with desire. Tina pulled his body closer to hers, needing him to quit teasing and fuck her already.
"Please. Don't tease. Do it!" she said to him as she wrapped her legs around his waist and canted her hips up roughly causing an amazing sensation after another. Mike moaned looking Tina in the eye a look of total happiness, started to push into her. She moaned loudly as her walls stretched to accommodate his size. It felt better than it did before, amazing like they were one body now. When he was in as far as he could go, he rotated his hips in circle, hitting spots she never knew she had. He thrusted ever so gently, making her feel light headed from pleasure. But Tina didn't want slow she wanted fast.
Surprising Mike by flipping them over again, Tina straddled him with a leg on either side of his torso. Putting her hands on his chest, Tina circled her hips in fast movements, feeling his chest clench with each thrust he made. Her legs were trembling hard, feeling everything at once, so aware of every pleasure being received. He flipped her over and started thrusting hard from behind and from this position, she could feel so much more. Everything was deeper. Grabbing her hips, he moved in a fast motion, eager to get Tina off. Her arms started to tremble so she fell onto her elbows causing her to yell out. He started hitting her sweet spot, and she could feel her orgasm building. The knot in her stomach was getting tighter with each thrust Mike made.
One second Tina was thrusting back into him, the next she was fall over the edge. No words could explain what they felt at the moment. Her whole body felt on fire and was spasming out of control. She the blood in her veins tingle as she screamed his name over and over again. Her walls were contracting around him, bringing him closer milking him as he fell after her.
She collapse on the bed face first bring Mike down on top of her, his breathing off erratic. She turned around to face to face him, laying my hand over his cheek. She felt the slight stubble of his beard and warmth spread inside her. His soulful brown eyes opened staring at her with such love. She would never get tired of seeing those brown eyes, "I love you."
He brought his palm up to her cheek, lightly tracing her cheek bone and then her lips. "I love you too, Tina."
Things were never going to be the same. They were going to be a whole lot better. He leaned in to kiss her and they started again, hours later after they were both sweaty and tired Tina finally remembered that she forgot to take off dinner.

Quinn sighs, standing in the corner nursing her first cup of wine. She doesn't understand how Rachel managed to guilt her into coming to what was supposed to be a small dinner party but it turned out to be much larger. She loves Rachel but it's starting to get clearer that the diva doesn't care about her career. Sure it's not as glamorous as being an actress but it's something that she loves. She's scared to admit even to herself that this marriage isn't working out and maybe Rachel's just too selfish or maybe she's just too needy.
Quinn glances at her cell checking the time for the hundredth time. She promised Rachel that she'd be here for two hours after she played the wounded wife card. Because Santana shamelessly flirted with her while they were at Tina's. It's as if Rachel wasn't giving her the sexy eyes that was supposed to be reserved for only her. Quinn shakes her head, realizing that she should let go of her, but it's so damn hard to let go of the other part of her heart. The blonde shakes her head looking around for her wayward wife. She doesn't even know why Rachel wanted her here when she ditched her the first chance she got.
Finally spotting the tiny diva in the middle of a group of pretentious looking men she moves to where they are quickly. Quinn clears her throat gaining the attention of the type of guy Quinn tortured in high school, "Sweetie, may I talk to you for a moment?"
Rachel turns around scowling before smoothing out her features, "Hello darling, I was wondering where you went off too. Gentlemen allow me to introduce you to my wife Quinn Fabray. Quinn this is Daniel Denison, Roy and Jacob Fitzpatrick, and the dashing Mark Wellington. They are the biggest producers on Broadway. I was just telling them about our recent move and how I'm trying to break into this industry."
Quinn smiles demurely, knowing the part to play because she's been playing since childhood, "It's a pleasure gentlemen, how do you do?"
Roy obviously a gay man gasps dramatically, "Rachel you didn't tell me your wife was a model."
Rachel laughs along politely, "Because she isn't Roy, my Quinn is a lawyer."
Mark leers making Quinn feel very uncomfortable, "It's a shame Quinn because I would've had you in a photo shot tomorrow and have your face plastered on every billboard from here to Time Square."
Daniel smiles softly, "Beauty and brains, you are a very lucky woman, Rachel."
Because she's known the woman for 10 years, Quinn could clearly see through Rachel's smile knowing full well that it was completely fake. Quinn swallows, "Thank you, but I'm the lucky one. Rachel is my best friend and wife she also happens to be extremely talented what more can a person ask for?" Maybe for said wife to stay faithful, Quinn thinks a little bitter. "I'm sorry but may I steal my wife for a moment? I promise to bring her back right away."
The men nod and Rachel allows herself to lead away to a secluded corner, "Honey, I'm leaving. I stayed longer than we agreed and I really must get update with those briefs."
Rachel looks around to see if anyone was watching, "Really Quinn? You're leaving me alone on what could be a career defining moment for me." She takes the flute from the blonde's hand and takes a sip, "You're being selfish, this is my dream we're talking about."
Quinn scoffs, "How am I being selfish, Rachel? When everything I ever did was because you asked me and I love you?"
Rachel looks away waving at someone she knew vaguely, "You've been acting off since we met that woman at Tina's house earlier. Are you sure it's briefs that you need to back or is it her briefs you need to get into?"
Quinn inhales sharply, "Need I remind you Rachel, that you are the one that can't keep it in her pants in this relationship? I've never even been tempted before, unlike you who would get the gold if cheating was an Olympic sport."
The diva glares, "Why must you keep throwing my mistake in my face? I've apologized repeatedly but you still can't seem to forgive me."
Quinn leans in to give her a peck on the cheek, whispering repeating what Tina said earlier, "Once is a mistake, two is poor judgment and any more than that is a pattern. Don't think because I've only caught you twice that I don't know about the rest. And don't think that I didn't see the way you were undressing Santana in your mind." She pulls back smiling for the audience she knew they had, "So please spare me your righteous indignation and please don't project your guilty conscious onto me."
Rachel swallows as she watches her wife walk out of the room. She was so sure that no one noticed that she was practically eye fucking the sexy Latina in Tina's kitchen earlier. She'll have to be more careful so Quinn wouldn't find out about the affair she was already planning. She shakes away any remnants of guilt she had and walked back the group that was about to make her career. Daniel may be too old for her, Roy and Jacob to gay but Mark is someone she can pretend to enjoy if it benefits her in the end. All that she needs to do is make sure that Quinn doesn't find out about it.

Quinn walked out as fast as she could without breaking her damn neck. Blinking back the tears that were burning behind her eyes, Quinn hails a cab. Once inside she tells him her address, tilting her head back on the back of the seat Quinn tries to make sense of what her life's become. Senior year Quinn was positive that she knew were her life was going. Yale sent her an early admission letter and being only a few short away from New York by train, life seemed pretty wonderful. Rachel was practically in Julliard but she choked during her final audition piece and had to scramble around looking at the different schools she was accepted too. It was a good thing that she listened to Quinn when she told her to have a backup plan.
When settled on a school in L.A, not as good as Julliard but respectable enough, Rachel used everything she could think of to get Quinn to come with her. Since Quinn had admission letters from all of the schools she applied for picking one shouldn't have been a problem. But this was Yale her dream school, she couldn't not go. Rachel being very resourceful proposed to her 2 months before graduation and Quinn being the love sick fool she was said yes. All of their friends and Quinn's family were pissed at Rachel's selfishness but Quinn defended her like she always did.
Life in California wasn't easy, working and going to school full time took a toll on Quinn's health but she did it so Rachel could concentrate on honing her art. Somehow Quinn managed to earn enough credits to graduate a year and a half earlier than the rest of her class. So one of her professors secretly applied for her to attend Oxford University in their law program but once again Rachel managed to convince Quinn to stay there with her.
Once again their family and friends were angry at the brunette's selfish behavior, even her fathers refused to speak to her for almost a year. Again through hard work Quinn graduated top of her class and had all the major law firms in the country were knocking at her door. But Rachel's acting career just took off so once again she stayed. She landed some minor roles in low budget movies and that caught the eye of the movie producer Kitty Tobin. Kitty landed Rachel a major role on movie that was sure to become a huge blockbuster. Talks of Oscar nominations started circulating before the movie even wrapped up.
The affair didn't happen right away, but Rachel let herself be seduced by her. The whole crew and cast knew what was going on behind closed doors and they felt bad for the blonde. They all knew about the sacrifices she made for Rachel and her career, not to mention they all loved her. They found her charming and sweet whenever she came around to surprise her wife. But it wasn't until Quinn went to surprise Rachel for lunch one day during shooting.
The blow out was heard throughout the studio, they were lucky that the tabloids didn't catch wind of the affair. That's when Quinn threw down her ultimatum Kitty or her and this time she wasn't staying. Her bosses told her of an opening in their New York office and they wanted her there. She was planning on turning the promotion down but after everything that happened she said yes. It was up to Rachel whether or not she would be going too but if she stayed than that was the end of their marriage.
Two months and a lot of tears later they moved to New York but nothing seemed to have changed Rachel just found a new playground to play in. Quinn sincerely hopes that this Santana person doesn't have an affair with her wife. It would be too much for her to take, everything she did everything she gave up would be for nothing.
"Yo miss this is the place right," the cabbie said interrupting her thoughts.
Quinn head falls forward blinking out of her daydream, "Yes thank." She gets out of the cab paying the fair and thanks him. Once Quinn is inside Quinn collapses on the couch feeling emotionally and physically drained, her head falls into her hands as she finally lets lose the tears that have been itching to come out since she left the party. After a half an hour of good crying jag Quinn went into the room she shared with her wife to change out her evening gown.
Another thirty minutes later, Quinn was seated at the kitchen table because her office was still a mess, she heard her phone ring. Frowning she notices the time is after midnight, close to one in the morning and Rachel still hasn't come home yet.
"Maybe this is her calling," Quinn mumbles answering the phone. "Hello?"
'Hey girl, did I wake you?'
"T? No I was up reading briefs what's up," Quinn questions going back to the papers she was reading.
'Well I have something to tell you,' Tina whispers.
"Why are you whispering?"
She hears a bed creaking and then a door shutting softly, 'Because Mike's asleep and I don't want to wake him up.'
Quinn chuckles leaning back in her chair, "I don't want to hear about you putting Mike in some kind of sex coma, T. I love you and all that but I don't want to hear about it."
'Shut up Quinnie,' Tina's soft laughter echoes back. 'You won't guess what happened tonight.' Tina pauses long enough to draw a deep breath but not long enough for Quinn to venture a guess. 'Mike asked me to marry him and I said yes.'
Quinn squeals loudly drowning out Tina's more contained ones, "Oh my god Tina I'm so happy for you!"
Tina chuckles, 'Yes me too I just wanted you to the first one to hear and I couldn't wait until the morning to call you.'
Quinn smirks, "Well technically it is the morning T."
'Shut up you know what I meant,' Tina huffs. 'Keep being a smart ass and I won't ask you to be my Maid of Honor. I'll ask Sugar instead.'
Quinn rolls her eyes, "Yeah right like you weren't going to anyways."
Tina laughs louder before she quiets down again. She wore Mike out this evening and the poor boy earned his rest, 'Yeah I was but I still think you suck. So will you be my Maid of Honor?'
"Do you even have to ask? Of course I will idiot. Let's have lunch later today so we can start planning this thing out," she glances at the time again. It was just a little after one and Rachel still wasn't home yet, "Did you sent a date yet or were you too busy screwing your fiancée into a the mattress?"
Tina clears her throat and Quinn could practically see the blush on her face, 'Well not yet but then again we didn't do a lot of talking after I said yes. But it's a yes to lunch as long as it's a late one; I'm kind of exhausted myself.'
Quinn chuckles, "I bet lets meet up after one just text me the details and I'll see you then. Now go to sleep before you pass out as well."
'Fuck you Fabray, but okay I'm sore in places I didn't even know I could hurt. I just wanted you to be the first to know.'
"Okay I'll see you than and congratulations I'm happy for you Tina," Quinn replies deciding that she will go to sleep too after she tries to get ahold of Rachel.
'Awesome, okay I love you Q and I'll see you later,' she hangs up without giving Quinn a chance to answer.
Quinn chuckles as she disconnects the call, she's happy and excited for her friend they deserve it. As Quinn got ready for bed she tried Rachel's phone a dozen times each time it went straight to voice mail. The blonde tossed and turned until she eventually feel into an exhausted asleep. Around 4 in the morning she was startled awake when Rachel crawled into bed. Her hair was damp from the shower she took before coming to bed.
When she feels Rachel lie behind her circling her waist pulling her into her chest smelling the alcohol on her breath, "Quinn are you awake? Sorry I'm so late but Mark one of the producers I introduced you to had a play he wanted me to read. Quinn?"
Quinn swallows back a sob 'reading'? She already knew that was code for sex.
She sighs, "And then my phone died, I didn't even notice until I was ready to call a cab." She feels Rachel kiss the back of her head and mumbles, "I love you."
Quinn laid there quiet until she heard Rachel's breathing even out signaling that she fell asleep. She laid there in her wife's arms as she cried silently wondering how many times she will let Rachel break her heart.

A/N: Well should I go on?
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