My Ordinary World
“Here you go.” Quinn said, sliding a bottle of beer down the counter top.
Quinn watched her bar regular catch the gliding mug of beer with ease and take a gulp. With a content sigh, he put the cup down and smiled at Quinn.
“Thanks sweetie.” He winked.
“Ugh.” Quinn groaned. “Don't even bother! You're old enough to be my grandpa.”
With a frown and a busted ego, the man with graying hair walked away and joined his friend at the table across from the bar. Quinn let out another grunt of distaste before picking up a washcloth to dry the counter and glance out to the dance floor. It was completely empty and she looked over to the DJ booth and smiled at Puck.
He looked discontent with the lack of dancers, but that didn't come as a shock to Quinn. This bar was almost never busy and had trouble reaching just half of its full capacity. The music Puck spun was great and up to modern times, but that was the problem. The only customers Quinn has only seen were older folks, married, in their fifties or older. And there were a small handful of thirty year olds, but no one younger ever came.
She's had a dozen married men hit on her as that was the common re-occurrence of this lifeless bar. Frankly, Quinn hated this town. It was too small, everyone knew each other since childhood, and it was boring. Given the chance she would return to Yale, but unfortunately things didn't turn out that way for her. Her father recently passed and her mother was a mess both emotionally and financially, which forced Quinn to drop out and come back home to keep a roof over her mother's head.
She tried not to hold any resentment toward her mother, but the harder it was become to make ends meet with paying her father's funeral bills, medical bills, and the mortgage of the house, it was too stressful. Her mother was of no use, too shocked and a sobbing drunk as she tried to cope with the death of her husband.
It wasn't to say her father was a saint. He was a controlling and strict man that was only willing to pay for Quinn's university if he had went to a school of his liking. Now she was stuck here, unsure if she would be able to attend college, as Yale was out of the question.
“It's slower than usual I see.” A female commented, taking a seat on a stool.
Quinn was greeted with another regular, with brown hair and chocolate eyes.
“I'm not giving you a free one Rachel.” Quinn defensively replied.
Offended, Rachel sat up in shock. “I would never do that.” She defended.
“But it always turns out that way doesn't it?” Quinn questioned. “You somehow leaving the bar with a free drink or two.”
Rachael sighed. “Yes, well, one can at least try, especially when they're friend is behind the bar.”
Crossing her arms, Quinn stood back with a scowl in placed. Tonight had to be their worst income. Quinn needed to make a living. She had bills up to her neck to pay and more debts than she can count.
“Alright,” Rachel agreed, in defeat.
“Melon Ball?” Quinn asked, watching Rachel nod.
She walked toward the shelf of drinks behind the counter and took out a cup to place on the surface. When she got the ice and started to pour the drinks needed Puck was announcing the last song for the night and began to set up a pre-recorded track.
Quinn returned to Rachel with her drink and Puck stepped down from the booth. He made his way to the bar and Quinn was already pouring him a shot of vodka. He quickly picked up his glass and took a large gulp.
“You made some good mixes this week.” Quinn complimented.
Puck scoffed. “No one else thinks so.” He took another swig. “Man, this place is killing my buzz. This ghost-town of a place doesn't fit my style. I'm better off in the city.”
“Tell me about it.” Quinn groaned.
She cringed as Puck's song stopped and the sound of square dancing music came on. The older men sitting on the side headed toward the dance floor. She took her cell phone out from her pocket and glanced at the time. She had two more hours until her shift was done and she had to close up. Quinn fixed herself a drink and quickly knocked it back.
Puck ordered another drink and Quinn was released of her job an hour early. Rachel had somehow managed to get Quinn to let her pay half price for her drink, but she left a tip this time. When Quinn was finished cleaning up the bar counter and the cups, she placed all the chairs up on the table then locked down the bar.
Puck had to talked into letting her walk home alone, being that she lived two blocks away, but he would still offer. As Quinn walked through the silent streets exhausted, she picked up the faint feeling of another presence not far behind her. When she looked around all Quinn could see were buildings and street lights, not a single person in sight.
She picked up the pace of her strut, but the feeling didn't go away. She paused at the corner to give a second glance, but once more she was the only person alone in the street. It was three am. No one would be up this late, not even the teenagers of this deadbeat town.
She raced down the second block and rushed into her house. The feeling of being watched had disappeared by then.
“Quinn, is that you?” Judy, Quinn's mother called.
With a sigh of relief, Quinn pulled the curtain shut of the living room window and walked through the living room.
“Yes mom.” Quinn answered. “Are you drunk again?”
She entered the kitchen to see her mom holding empty bottle of wine and a second bottle on the table on its side. Judy was a mess, with her hair strewn and her face red from the alcohol and tears that were fresh on her cheeks.
“Come on. Let's get you to bed.” Quinn coaxed.
She helped Judy get to her feet as she continued to sob. It was easier to get her upstairs and into bed, but it was harder to keep her mother asleep for the remaining night. She often woke up startled and stressed. Quinn hoped this time she can sleep more peacefully.
***
Quinn awoke at 6am by the irritating buzz of her alarm clock. Her body ached and her eyes burned, tempting Quinn to return back to bed, not getting enough rest from her three hour slumber. She checked on her mother on the way down the hall to see her still asleep.
She spent the peaceful remainder of her morning cooking breakfast, brewing coffee, and making sure to have extra in case her mother wanted to eat this time. When Quinn had her fill and was feeling much more energized after the coffee, she went back up stairs to change her clothes.
She didn't have work at her second job until late afternoon. It would give her enough to time to rest once she was done with today's errands. It will go by quicker if her mother slept, because when she woke up from a long night of drinking she was left a mess of more tears and dehydration. Quinn had to focus on curing this until she had to get ready for work again.
She headed into the garage and pulled out the for sale sign from storage. She traveled west of her house and began to pick up the outline of her old family ranch. It's been a place Quinn enjoyed spending her summers as a child riding the horses, when she still had them. Her father, Russell, had kept only two of the five horses they owned when Quinn came back from Yale.
It was too much work tending to them and cleaning the stalls now with her sister married and Quinn in Yale. He kept it in good condition with hired help that Quinn had to fire when her father passed and eventually she sold the remaining horses with the last one being given to a much larger farmland two weeks ago.
Quinn used to love coming here and working the ranch. She had a strong love for animals at an early age and the energy for adventure. She learned to tend to the horses and ride them when Russell felt she was old enough to understand. She had gotten a chance to name a horse.
A few smacks of her mallet, the sign is securely plowed into the dirt and Quinn felt a thrust of sadness overcome her. She loved this ranch. The memories spent in here were some of the great things about her home. It would feel out of place to see this ranch gone, if a current buyer chose to knock it down and replace it with something less peaceful.
Quinn didn't wonder on such a thought like that for long. She swiftly turned back around and headed to the house. She was sure her mother was up by now. She had to try and get Judy to eat a few times before making the call to a local realtor. She was sure with how pristine and beautiful this ranch was, it would sell in no time.
***
Judy refused to eat anything. She had eventually agreed to drink two cups of water, but after that she wasn't going to budge and Quinn was running out of time and the patience to get her mother to do anything else. She had her second job to attend to in an hour. The talk with the realtor was longer than expected, but she was certain the ranch could be sold as short as a month. Quinn didn’t know how to prepare to part with the ranch, but she needed the money.
Quinn checked on her mother one last time before she left the house and scoffed to see Judy making a dash to the liquor cabinet in the kitchen. Before she could see her mother serve a cup, Quinn was on the porch and headed toward her car in the drive way.
Town hall was a mile and a half away from the house, and the ride was a five minute long travel, but Quinn promised to come early to help open up the shop. More hours meant more money and that was something Quinn was short on as of late. She parked her car two blocks away from the local bakery shop and pulled out a ring of keys to open the front door.
Trying to sort out the right key to the front door, Quinn saw the bakery shop's co-owner Mercedes's who happened to be the owner's daughter. It was small connections like this that Quinn was thankful to land a small part time job, when she desperately needed it. She waved to Mercedes as she made her way from behind the counter and opened the shop door.
It was quickly locked once Quinn entered. She made a dash to the back of the counter and put on an apron.
“Hey Mercedes,” Quinn greeted, firmly tying a knot in her apron.
“Hey girl,” Mercedes grinned. “Thanks for helping me open. Head into the back and knead the dough for some loaves.”
Quinn rushed the back kitchen. This job was tiring, having to stay on her feed and mix ingredients for cupcakes, cake, or bread, but it was better than being hit on by married men. Quinn enjoyed the smell of fresh bread and cakes.
She was covered in powder an hour into her shift and helped ring up customers when Mercedes was too busy with her own. It was an hour before her break is when another customer came in. Quinn put the tray of cupcakes into the oven and exits the kitchen. She tried not to frown as she came to the counter.
“Quinn, it's good to see you.” The man at the counter greeted.
“Hello Biff.” Quinn dully spoke. “What can I get you?”
“A dozen cupcakes and two of your fresh loaves will be great.” Biff replied.
Quinn picked up a box and opened the door to the display case of cupcakes.
“How have you been?” Biff casually questioned. “I haven't seen you in a month. Did you get a new number?”
Quinn quickly stuffed the box with twelve cupcakes and rushed to get to the back. He would always come and visit if Quinn hasn't called, especially now that she was busy with work. Biff had asked her a few times when she's coming back to Yale, but she wanted nothing to do with him. Biff turned out to be a jerk and that was something Quinn didn't need with the stress of her father's passing.
She had her mother to care for her and those bills to settle. Biff had offered to help and it would be easy for him to hand over hundred thousand dollars, but Quinn knew better. He would use that as his leverage in hoping that Quinn would one day say yes to be his girlfriend.
Quinn stuffed the bread into a bag and handed the box of cupcakes over.
“We should hang out some time.” Biff offered. “You know, catch up?”
Quinn rung him up and he handed over a fifty dollar bill.
“Keep the change.” He smiled.
Biff waved and exited. Quinn sighed. He had no reason to be here. Biff hated this town. He was the typical snobby and spoiled rich son.
He lived two cities away and could find better food and clothing to his liking, but he found the travel to be an excuse to see Quinn. Telling her the name of her town had been a mistake, but he didn't make the travel daily so it wasn't as annoying when he did stop by. Mercedes came out from the kitchen.
“Was that Biff again?” She groaned.
“He doesn't know when to quit.” Quinn complained.
“You can go on and take your break early. I'll take care of the register.” Mercedes encouraged.
Quinn took off her apron and went to the back to take her lunch from the fridge. She ended up staying until closing, where she spent an extra hour cleaning up the kitchen with Mercedes. She was exhausted, but powered through her grogginess.
“Thanks for helping me close Quinn. I'll see you Thursday.” Mercedes smiled, waving as she stepped out.
Quinn locked the door then made her way through the quiet streets of her town. When she got to the next block the same eerie feeling came to her. Quinn stopped and look around. She was certain someone was here, watching. It was stronger. Quinn waited a minute before she continued walking. The feeling was less pronounced, but when she got closer to her house the feeling returned.
Quinn stopped a second time, staying still and scanning her surroundings a little longer, but gave up when she came up with the same result. She saw no one, but her gut feeling wasn't wrong. There was someone nearby. Quinn safely made it home and she thought no more of the unknown presence. Quinn found her mom passed out drunk. She helped her into bed before she changed her and got into bed herself.
From exhaustion Quinn fell asleep instantly. It would just be another repeat of work with long hours.
***
Quinn awoke two hours earlier than expected; the sharp ringing of her phone, startling her. She rubbed her eyes a few times before picking up.
“Hello?” She rasped.
“Good morning, Ms. Fabray. It's your Realtor Janice. I'm calling about your ranch.” The Realtor started. “I've got great news. There is someone interested in your property a woman by the name of Ms. Lopez.”
“That's great. When can I meet her?” Quinn asked.
“Ms. Lopez herself unfortunately will be too busy to attend, but she will be sending her personal assistant Ms. Kitty Wilde to see the property.” Janice instructed. “When can we set up an appointment?”
“I'm free today until six.” Quinn answered.
“Alright, I'll inform Ms. Wilde of the meeting and we should have it set up by noon. Take care Ms. Fabray.” Janice rang, before hanging up the phone.
Quinn lay back on her bed with a huff. She hated to say goodbye to such a memorable piece of her childhood, but it needed to be done. The need for money was desperate. After staring at the ceiling for a few more minutes, Quinn put her phone back on to the nightstand and got out of bed.
She headed into the kitchen to start her day with a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal.
***
Kitty arrived at four PM sharp. She was of a small stature, with slicked back blonde hair in a high pony tail, icy hazel eyes. Out of habit, Quinn had offered her a drink, which she stiffly declined. It left any small talk at a standstill, and Quinn decided to head straight to the ranch.
“This is the old ranch.” Quinn announced, stepping in front of the barn entrance.
Kitty walked around the building, examining it for any damages. She gave a few nods as she fully circled it. The ranch had been filled with beautiful scenery covered with grass that stretched for miles, a small creek just south of the barn. It was still full of fish.
“So who is Ms. Lopez?” Quinn curiously questioned.
Kitty stood beside Quinn, both arms tucked in front of her chest. She gave Quinn a stern stare. The topic was clearly off limits.
“Ms. Lopez is a hardworking business woman, who has very little time to spend on small task such as this.” Kitty sharply replied. “She is often busy keeping her multiple companies in check. She doesn't plan to stay in Lima long, as she agreed to come down here for a friend.”
“I see.” Quinn nodded. “Then why is she interested in purchasing my ranch?” Kitty gave her another cold glared. “I'll show you the stables.”
Kitty curtly nodded. Quinn led Kitty a few feet away from the barn. She took out a pair of keys to unlock the latch of the padlock and pulled back both doors. Bits of hay kicked up into the air from the sudden swish of air from the double doors.
They walked down the alley of the stable, passing row after row of empty stalls. They reached the end of the stable that showed all of the equipment Quinn was hesitant in selling due to an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia.
They stopped at the entrance of the stable office. Quinn met Kitty's stoic expression. She gave a less stiff nod as she gave the stable a second glance.
“What animals did you raise on the ranch?” Kitty asked.
“Cows for a while and then horses for the last ten years,” Quinn answered. “My dad bred and raised them. My mom used to give riding lessons.”
“Is the land fertile?”
“Oh yes, it's been kept in best condition since we've sold our cows years ago.” Quinn confirmed. “We mostly chose to focus on horses when my dad was given the ranch, but my grandfather used to farm on it.”
“This seems like a very valuable piece of land.” Kitty commented. “I think Ms. Lopez will be very interested in this property.”
“I have to be honest with you.” Quinn added. “I've sold all the animals and the barn needs remodeling as it stopped being maintained when my dad chose to work on the horses. The roof needs repairs because it leaks when it rains.”
Kitty gave little concern to the downfalls of the property. The land itself gave it the most value as it was well enough to grow food or anything Ms. Lopez wished to have.
“That isn't a problem at all.” Kitty sidestepped. “The Realtor has told me the asking price is 1.7 million.”
“The offer stands.” Quinn quickly stated. “I just ask that my mother and I continue to live in our old house. It means so much to her.”
“I can't promise anything as it is all up to Ms. Lopez once she hears about the property.” Kitty snipped. “You will be hearing from me again shortly. Goodbye.”
Quinn watched Kitty walk away. When she was out of the stable Quinn let out a tired sigh. She was one step closer to giving up such a beautiful place she loved all her life. She didn't expect it to be this painful. Taking out her phone, Quinn noticed the time and made a hasty exit out of the stable.
She had to be at work in thirty minutes. She locked up the stable before she went into a sprint toward her house.
***
It was another slow night in the bar again. Quinn has to deal with endless old men hitting on her as usual. Puck isn't DJ this time, but comes in any way to hang with Quinn. He chooses to stay at the bar with Quinn and Rachel and orders a drink.
“Hey Puck, no new mixes tonight?” Quinn asked.
“I'll have something done later on this week.” He promised. “I'll stop by your place to show you.”
Quinn hands him a shot of vodka which he easily knocks back. She checks on Rachel, seeing she's almost done with her martini, but doesn't offer to make another one. Puck taps the counter for another shot.
When she gives him his drink and starts to clean up the counter she decides to tell her friends.
“I've been having strange incidences for the last two nights.” Quinn started.
Puck slides his empty shot glass along the counter. “Did someone attack you after your shift?”
“I think someone has been following me.” Quinn admitted.
Alarmed, Puck's jaw clenched, bringing out the angular edges of his jaw line. Rachel stops drinking from her cup.
“Did you see who it was?” Rachel questioned.
“I didn't see anyone, but I know I was being watched.” Quinn answered.
Puck shrugs. “Maybe it was nothing. You always leave your shifts late.”
“We can't just shake it off.” Rachel insisted. “It could be a serious problem. You should carry mace.”
“Or take a self defense class.” Puck suggested.
Seeing how easy they were to shake it off, Quinn decided to not carry on with the topic.
“I found a buyer today for the ranch.” Quinn informed.
“That's great!” Rachel smiled.
“It's just strange.” Quinn added. “This buyer is a wealthy business woman that goes by the name Ms. Lopez. She sent her assistant to look at the house.”
“Well you know how it is with rich people.” Puck explained. “They're too busy making money to do any small simpleton things unless they find something worth it. I mean look at the way Biff chases after you.”
Quinn shrugs. Maybe it wasn't so strange after all. Quinn had been an average child, at least to Ms. Lopez's standards because she was off running around with her multiple self-owned businesses. Quinn liked to think she grew up fairly wealthy. Her father took care of her needs without a problem and bills were easily paid.
She was even sent off to Yale. That was until her father got ill and eventually died. She decided to come back because she knew it would be difficult to continue with her mom becoming a wreck. But it was clear Ms. Lopez had more than Quinn could only dream of.
“It's great you have a buyer.” Rachel complimented. “The sooner you can get it off the market the better chance you have the money needed to pay your debt and take care of your mom.”
“I still think it was a bad idea.” Puck argued. “I know how much you loved that ranch.”
“I'm hoping to still be able to live in our house. I have yet to talk to the buyer about that.” Quinn clarified.
“And where will you go if it doesn't go through?” Rachel questioned.
“I'm sure Quinn will think of something.” Puck answered.
Truthfully, that was the only plan. If Quinn was forced to move out she wouldn't have a clue where to begin. She hasn't made an effort to search for a home in case things didn't work out. And paying rent to live on the ranch might not be possible if she's going to be charged so much.
“Of course,” Quinn quickly replied. “So, more drinks?”
Puck and Rachel let out a chorus of yes. Quinn spent the next two hours speaking with her friends while tending to customers. They didn't bring up the topic of Quinn's sale. They decided to keep things lighter. Rachel shared her ideas to improve her singing skills and ranted about how much she enjoyed Julliard.
She would be on her way back at the end of August to New York, but Puck was still stuck in Ohio, as he was short on money due to the total breakdown of his truck. He's been looking for jobs to save up before he can get a new ride then search for a place when he was ready for the road trip.
Out of all of them in the group, Rachel seemed the most promising. She was still in school, was hoping to make it to Broadway and loved the school. Quinn was glad her dads were able to keep their finances afloat. Rachel had offered Quinn to move with her to New York, but Quinn couldn't leave her mother behind. As much of a hassle she was.
“Oh boy,” Puck grunted.
“What is it?” Rachel asked, looking over her shoulder to Puck's direction. “Oh no! Oh!”
“Cool it Berry.” Puck snapped. “Quinn, I don't wanna freak you out, but here comes rich and snobby prep boy heading your way.”
Quinn looked up to see Biff walking straight toward her. Puck and Rachel kept their eyes on their drink when they heard the tap of his leather oxford shoes come closer. He stood beside Rachel, but didn't bother to acknowledge their existences.
“Hello Biff.” Quinn greeted.
“Quinn, can I have a minute with you?” Biff requested. “In private please?”
He spoke in a clip manner, quick to the point and demanding, despite asking for Quinn's time. She glanced back to her friends before stepping out behind the counter. Biff wouldn't leave her alone if she denied him.
She walked to the other end of the bar as her boss's office was always locked when he was inside or out. And she didn't feel comfortable to be in an enclosed room with Biff. This end of the bar had no people as it was so bare she was sure Biff wouldn't mind.
“What is it?” Quinn snapped.
Biff scoffed. “Is there a reason why you're blowing me off? You don't answer any of my calls.”
“Excuse me?” Quinn sneered.
Biff frowned. He had been at his limit of politely exerting himself. As a child of a wealthy CEO father to a technology company, he was used to having everything, including girls flocking at his feet. The fact that Quinn so easily dropped as a pile of rotten fruit upset him. He's done what Quinn wanted and in return he would get what he wanted, which was Quinn.
She had no reason to not desire him. He was handsome, well dressed, and most importantly, rich. That was enough for him. He cared nothing about the value of the girl but rather he got what he wanted and at the moment Quinn was what he wanted.
“I have no idea why you are being such a snobby and stupid girl.” Biff retorted. “I've done nothing but be nice to you and you have no interest in dating me.”
“It's because you're a dick.” Quinn shot back. “And I really don't have time for your whining!”
Shocked, Biff was speechless. It had given Quinn enough time to walk away, but when he noticed she was slipping passed him he grabbed her arm. She spun back around and cringed at how tight he held her wrist.
“Who do you think you are talking to me like that?!” Biff growled. “You rude and stupid girl! Do you have any idea what I have?! What I'm offering you?”
“Let go of me!” Quinn ordered.
Puck ran up from his stool, seeing that Biff had the balls to put a hand on Quinn.
“Hey asshole!!” Puck shouted.
When Biff turned around, Puck struck his fist out on to Biff's face. He hit the floor dazed and in pain. He put a hand over his nose.
“Don't you ever put a hand on her again!” Puck screamed. “Can't you take the hint that Quinn isn't interested? I think you should leave before I toss you out the damn window!”
Biff touched the tip of his nose and grunted when he saw his finger was covered in blood. He struggled to stand back up, but managed to get to his feet and glare Puck in the eye before turning to Quinn.
“Unbelievable.” He scoffed. “You ungrateful bitch.”
Quinn reached out, slapping Biff's face. The imprint of her hand was left on his face. Puck wedged himself between them before Biff could attack back. Seeing as he wouldn't be able to win, Biff spun around and ran out the door with his bleeding nose.
“That asshole!” Quinn grumbled.
“You alright Quinn?” Puck questioned.
“Yeah, thanks Puck. I owe you.” Quinn sighed.
He hugged her. “Just call me if he comes back again. I'll beat him into the ground next time.”
“I doubt he'll be coming back. You bruised his ego quite a bit.” Quinn chuckled.
Puck and Rachel stayed until closing. Puck had wanted to take Quinn home, worried Biff was still around, but Quinn was persistent on having him let her walk alone. She still had to clean the bar before coming home.
Then she was on her way out, making sure to lock up. She continues her stroll home and at an early time the familiar eerie feeling returns. She carefully looks around but as expected it's just her. Quinn walks again, but periodically stops to look around. She gets the same results.
Tired with the results and now afraid, Quinn rushes home. Maybe she should invest in mace on her late shifts home.
***
Quinn grunts as the obnoxious ring of the doorbell wakes her. She checks the time on her phone before she gets out of bed and pouts that it's 7am and Quinn was barely able to catch four hours of sleep. The ringing continues as she travels through the house, cringing. She quickly unlocks the door and swings open the door pissed. Kitty stands there with a check in her hands.
“Quinn.” Kitty sharply introduces.
It takes a full minute for Quinn to notice the check and she takes it into her hand.
“What is this?” She mumbles.
“Ms. Lopez has agreed to pay your amount on the ranch. However, she hasn't given me any information if she will let you live in this house, or if she will decide to let you live so long as you pay rent.”
Quinn brought the check closer to her face, carefully reading out the letters and numbers. Then settles to the signature that's a scribble tangled together, but she can easily make out the last name Lopez. Quinn gulps.
“Oh...” Quinn whispered. “I didn't think I would hear from her so soon. Thank you.”
Quinn stuffs the check into her pajama pocket.
“Ms. Lopez will have workers sent to your ranch for repairs and remodeling once the money is taken from her account and the ranch is off the market.” Kitty notified.
“Yes, thank you.” Quinn muttered, still shocked.
“Have a good day.” Kitty responded.
Quinn watches her walk off the porch and closes the door. She was sure her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She just sold her family ranch for 1.7 million dollars. Quinn as sure she was about to hyperventilate.
Gathering her bearings, Quinn returned back to her room. She had to get ready for work soon.
***
Quinn arrived to the bakery on time. Mercedes was already inside attending to a customer, with another waiting at the register to pay. Quinn raced to the back to put on her apron then approached the customer. When she was done Mercedes was already helping another customer.
“I have cupcakes in the back. They should be done.” Mercedes said, as she was picking up a doughnut from the display case with tongs.
“I'm on it.” Quinn nodded.
She opened the oven and slipped on oven mitts before taking out the tray; the sweet smell of cupcakes filling her nose. She placed the tray on the table and went to the second oven where a dozen of loaves were done.
She set both trays aside to cool and took out flour to start making dough for more doughnuts. The bakery wasn't always busy, but on Fridays it was packed in the early morning for the week and mid day on the weekends.
She was got the dough to a manageable texture she shaped out the doughnuts and collected the flavored glazes and sprinkles. The loaves and cupcakes were cool by the time Quinn put them into the oven. She came out from the back after hearing the door ding. Mercedes had already gone on her break once the rush was over.
“Hi Kitty.” Quinn greeted. “What can I get you?”
She didn't expect to see Kitty again, but this town was small and Mercedes's bakery was the best in town. Word traveled quickly about anything both good and harmful for one's reputation.
“Ms. Lopez wants as dozen of your best cupcakes.” Kitty answered.
“You got it.” Quinn smiled.
She assembled a box and picked up tongs when she opened the display case door. She started to gather various cupcakes of different colors and taste. All ones she personally enjoyed. Kitty carefully watched her as she moved down the counter picking up doughnuts.
“Does Ms. Lopez live in town?” Quinn rambled.
The curiosity about her buyer had never gone away. It was just so very strange to not see or know anything about her, especially if she was going to live in her house with Ms. Lopez legally owning the property. Kitty shows no interest to take the bait.
Quinn fills the box and closes it, placing the tongs back on their hook. She makes her way back to the register.
“Ms. Lopez is a very busy woman.” Kitty repeats. “She has many companies to attend.”
Quinn knew Kitty wasn't going to budge. She was protective and too jaded to explain anything or form any pleasantries. The register dings and the electronic screen shows the price. Kitty hands over a twenty and takes the box, not waiting for her change.
She gone before Quinn could close the register.
***
Quinn closes the bakery again and when she was done helping Mercedes clean up the kitchen, she changed her outfit. She had a night shift at the bar tonight. Quinn volunteered to lock up the shop and made her way to the bar.
As Quinn made her way to the town local bar, she frowned. It felt different to walk the street late at night. When she looked around and examined her surroundings she noticed that she no longer had that lingering feeling of someone watching her. The presence was gone and it made her feel less constricted. It was unusual.
Quinn shook it off and made her way to the front bar. She came upon a striking image. The entire bar was packed. Quinn was not able to see the bar through the crowd from the door way. What stuck out after was how young the crowd was, the age ranging from early to late twenties.
The crowd danced with drinks in their hands, talking, smiling, and laughing. Quinn wedged her way through the dance floor and behind the bar counter. She looked at the DJ booth where Puck stood, happily dancing and mixing to the music on his laptop.
“Look at this!” Rachel commented, pointing to the dance floor. “Where did they come from?”
“I have no idea, but it just means a whole lot of cash tonight.” Quinn replied.
She could use the tips as a nice added bonus to her paycheck. Rachel picked up her drink, taking a long sip from the straw. Quinn quickly made her way to the nearest customer to take her order.
Quinn spends the next two hours attending to customers, making drinks, sliding them along the bar table, collecting tips, compliments, and cards. She can't remember the last time the bar has been this busy. Puck came down from this booth for a break, but kept a bunch of songs on a loop while he was away.
“Quinn.” Rachel called, gazing over her shoulder with discontent.
Quinn followed Rachel's eye of sight and flinched to see Biff entering the bar. He was a lot more stubborn than Quinn gave him credit for. It was unbearable. Rachel herself was unsettled with him around and she was mostly a resilient girl, having been made fun of and picked on during her time in high school.
He was much more obnoxious than Rachel too. Spoiled rotten from the wealth of his family, which lead to a path of self-entitlement to everything he wanted. Quinn couldn't leave. She didn't have her break until two hours.
“Do you want me to get Puck?” Rachel offered. “He can toss him right out.”
“I don't want Puck to risk losing his gigs because he decided to play security guard and ended up punching a customer out cold.” Quinn declined. “I'll have to deal with it.”
Biff marched his way through the crowd with an air of arrogance around him. He cringed and frowned as he touched people, forced to make eye contact with them along the way. He hated this places as he was used to a lot more upscale bars where people were kissing his feet.
“Quinn,” Biff stated, leaning one elbow on to the counter.
Quinn looked up from the drink she was done mixing. She felt highly annoyed at how he spoke her name. As if he was expecting something from her. Rachel glared at him.
“What can I get you?” Quinn asked.
“Scotch on the rocks.” Biff curtly answered.
Quinn caught a glimpse of Rachel who motioned toward Puck, who had taken a table on the side of the dance floor a few steps away from the bar. It would be easy to get him. Quinn can send Rachel and Puck would be able to handle Biff. He was taller, stronger, and bulkier. Quinn was tempted just to see Puck toss Biff out the back door.
She shook her head and retrieved the bottle of scotch from the shelf. Biff watched her put together his drink with a smug smile in place. The way he checked out Quinn would make Rachel even more upset. Quinn returned with his cup and placed it on the counter. He took a seat on the stool in front of him.
Biff took a sip and sighed before pulling out his name brand wallet from his back pocket. Quinn tried to hold her hatred for him. Even the way he moved and carried himself was irritating.
“Keep the change.” Biff smiled.
Quinn couldn't hold it anymore. “What are you doing here Biff?” Quinn asked.
She can see the tick in the corner of his mouth as his smile drop for a second. He was becoming restless. The cracks of his ruse slowly coming to surface the longer Quinn stared at him. Biff fiddled with his tie.
“I wanted to enjoy a night out.” Biff answered.
Before Quinn could reply a customer came placing an order for three beers. Biff quietly drank his scotch and watched Quinn. When the three cups of beer were handed over Quinn came back to Biff's side.
“I can take you away from this.” Biff proudly stated. “I don't know how you can stand it here.”
“I don't want anything from you.” Quinn snapped.
Biff chuckled and took a large swig of his scotch. He was losing his temper.
“I can take care of you.” He assured.
“I don't want you to care of anything in my life.” Quinn corrected. “I'm tired of you harassing me Biff. I don't want to date you. I don't want to hang out with you. I want nothing to do with you. How can you not understand that?”
Biff stared speechless. Quinn walked away, but on reflex, Biff stood and reached over the counter, grabbing Quinn's wrist.
“Why are you being such a stubborn brat?!” Biff yelled.
“Let go of me Biff.” Quinn demanded.
Rachel stumbled out of her stool. Biff glared at Quinn, but refused to move. Quinn gave a sharp jerk back, but wasn't able to break the hold on her arm.
“You think you can just lead me on and walk away?” Biff hissed.
“I won't ask again!” Quinn replied.
“I'm not going to let you blow me off again.” Biff countered. “We need to -”
Quinn watched Biff gasp as he was yanked back by the collar of his blazer. With a strong pull, his hand released Quinn and he staggered back two steps from the bar counter.
“I think it's time you leave.” A smoky voice commanded.
Biff carefully got to his feet still in a state of shock. In front of him stood a black haired, brown eyed, woman in a white blouse and black pencil skirt. She was a bronze and tinted red complexion. Biff felt his anger flare up when he realized he had just been tossed back by a woman a foot shorter than him.
“You don't tell me what to do.” Biff complained. “Mind your own business you stupid bitch.”
The stranger took a hold of Biff's collar, cutting off the air to his lungs. In a panic, Biff's hand wrapped around the woman's arm as he struggled to break free. The woman watched him, indecisive if she should let him pass out or punch him. He was an ass, a complete selfish and inconsiderate rich boy that lacked any manners.
The woman chuckled as she watched Biff's face start to turn red. The flailing of his arm began to slowly cease.
“I don't ever want to see you here again, am I clear?” She ordered. “A man who can't take a hint or show any respect to a woman doesn't deserve my time or effort.”
She released Biff, who dropped to the floor in a fit of coughing. Puck picked Biff up by the shoulders.
“Let's go. You're out of here.” Puck grumbled, leading Biff to the front door.
“Quinn are you okay?” Rachel asked.
“I'm fine.” Quinn answered, keeping her eye on the woman who helped her.
She turned around when Puck was out of the bar and smiled at Quinn. The smile a striking contrast to the deadly glare she gave Biff just a second ago.
“Thanks.” Quinn dejected spoke.
The woman smiled with a tilt of her head in response.
“Quinn Fabray?” She asked.
Startled, Quinn stood back, arms folded over her chest in defense. She was sure she's never seen this woman. The town was small, which meant she was bound to meet this woman if she moved in, but she can't remember introducing herself.
“Who are you?” Quinn replied.
“Santana Lopez. I've recently purchased your property.”
“You sold it?!” Rachel gawked. “You didn't tell me!”
Rachel froze as Santana's brown eyes were pinned on her. She kept the same friendly smile and Rachel felt herself feel anxious. She opened her mouth to speak, but was completely tongue tied. Santana chuckled watching her avert her eyes and nervously shift back to her seat embarrassed. She turned back to the table to return back to her drink.
“Friend of yours?” Santana asked, motioning toward Rachel.
“Rachel is harmless. A bit headstrong and blunt, but decent.” Quinn responded. “Is there something wrong with the payment?”
Santana took a seat. “Oh no, it's fine. I'm taking a break from my hectic schedule.”
“I have to be honest. I'm shocked to see you here.” Quinn admitted. “Kitty had always told me you were a busy person throughout all hours of the day.”
Santana laughed. “Kitty is a secretive type of person. She will only tell you things if they are on her own terms.”
“Could I get you anything?” Quinn asked.
“Oh no, I have a long day tomorrow.” Santana declined. “I much rather spend my time with you as you are probably the only sober tonight.”
Quinn picked up a cup and filled it with water. She handed it over to Santana. She raised a brow at the cup. Quinn shrugged.
“It's free.” Quinn noted.
Santana ignored the cup of water, keeping her eyes on Quinn's. The longer she stared the more Quinn began to become just as nervous and embarrassed as Rachel. Santana had found it adorable.
“Kitty has told me about your request.” Santana mentioned. “I've given it some thought. I know how important that home is to you and how much you loved the ranch. I've agreed to let you live on the land, free of charge.”
“What? Really?!” Quinn stuttered. “What's the catch?”
Santana laughed. “You're a lot smarter than you look.”
“You're speaking to a former Yale student.” Quinn proclaimed.
“Former?” Santana repeated, intrigued. “What major?”
“Law.” Quinn responded.
Santana nodded in agreement. “I can see that. Why'd you stop?”
Quinn frowned, finding the entire situation uncomfortable. She didn't like to speak about her passed studies. Especially since it was such a contrast to the jobs she had today. Santana picked up on how much of a touchy subject this was.
“Have dinner with me.” Santana requested. “That's the only catch.”
Quinn scoffed. She would have expected Santana to have her help fix up the ranch or go back to tending to horses and giving lessons without pay. A date would be far from her mind. Santana shrugged.
“I would have let you stay in your home without any conditions if I didn't know how beautiful you were.” Santana said.
She laughed seeing Quinn's face turn red. The statement starling to even Rachel. She turned from her drink to stare at the two, surprised. It had only caused the blush in Quinn's face to flare and spread to her neck.
“Uh, yeah...” Quinn whispered. “Yeah, okay.”
“San!” Another woman, approaching the bar called.
Santana turned around and faced the blonde haired blue-eyed woman that settled next to Santana and put her arm around Santana's waist. The action made Quinn slightly uncomfortable. She gave Santana a quick hug before settling on her lap.
“San, let's go home now. It's boring here.” Brittany pouted.
Santana frowned. “Britt, I was in the middle of a conversation.”
Brittany looked over Santana's shoulder and noticed Quinn. Quickly, she stood up and waved. Santana straightened out her skirt. She groaned when Brittany realized the situation and profusely apologized.
“Quinn, this is my overly affectionate best friend, Brittany.” Santana grumbled.
“Hi!” Brittany greeted. “Wow, she's pretty San.”
Quinn fought against blushing a second time and skeptically looked between Brittany and Santana.
“Best friend?” Quinn repeated. “She isn't your girlfriend?”
Brittany giggled. “No, Santana and I tried that before and it ended terribly. We still remained good friends though.”
“Brittany!” Santana snapped.
“Oh! I wasn't supposed to say that was I?” Brittany gasped. Santana nodded. “I'm sorry! Listen, whatever it is San is trying to do, just go with it. She's an awesome girl.”
Santana let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through her hair.
“Let's just go Britt.” Santana interrupted.
She jumped out of her chair, taking a hold of Brittany's hand.
“It was nice meeting you Quinn.” Brittany smiled, as she was pulled away from the bar.
“Yeah,” Quinn whispered, flustered.
They merged into the crowd and disappeared. It took a few seconds for Quinn to get over her haze and attend back to cleaning the counter. She gingerly took the cup of water, briefly remembering Santana and emptied out the cup.
“I cannot believe what just happened!” Rachel shrieked. “You're gonna go on that date aren't you?”
“What? No.” Quinn sighed.
“You were so into her Quinn!” Rachel yelled. “You have to go. She was really into you too!”
“Rachel I'm not going.” Quinn firmly answered.
“Oh come on Quinn!” Rachel nagged. “When is the last time you had some fun in your life? All you do is work and watch after your mom.”
“That's not true.” Quinn defended. “Sometimes I come over Puck's to work on some of his mixes.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “I'm saying you should give it a try! You haven't dated and you need something new from the tragic that is Biff. It'll be worth it!”
“Alright, fine.” Quinn nodded. “I'm going only on one date.”
Rachel smiled and enthusiastically clapped her hands.
“Oh I'm so excited for you!” She grinned.
Quinn nervously bit her lip, switching between wondering if she made the right decision, and how alluring Santana's eyes were as they watched her almost as attractive as her plush kissable lips. Thrown off guard to such a thought, Quinn shook the thoughts from her head and went back to attending to customers. To be honest, she looked forward to her date too.
Quinn watched her bar regular catch the gliding mug of beer with ease and take a gulp. With a content sigh, he put the cup down and smiled at Quinn.
“Thanks sweetie.” He winked.
“Ugh.” Quinn groaned. “Don't even bother! You're old enough to be my grandpa.”
With a frown and a busted ego, the man with graying hair walked away and joined his friend at the table across from the bar. Quinn let out another grunt of distaste before picking up a washcloth to dry the counter and glance out to the dance floor. It was completely empty and she looked over to the DJ booth and smiled at Puck.
He looked discontent with the lack of dancers, but that didn't come as a shock to Quinn. This bar was almost never busy and had trouble reaching just half of its full capacity. The music Puck spun was great and up to modern times, but that was the problem. The only customers Quinn has only seen were older folks, married, in their fifties or older. And there were a small handful of thirty year olds, but no one younger ever came.
She's had a dozen married men hit on her as that was the common re-occurrence of this lifeless bar. Frankly, Quinn hated this town. It was too small, everyone knew each other since childhood, and it was boring. Given the chance she would return to Yale, but unfortunately things didn't turn out that way for her. Her father recently passed and her mother was a mess both emotionally and financially, which forced Quinn to drop out and come back home to keep a roof over her mother's head.
She tried not to hold any resentment toward her mother, but the harder it was become to make ends meet with paying her father's funeral bills, medical bills, and the mortgage of the house, it was too stressful. Her mother was of no use, too shocked and a sobbing drunk as she tried to cope with the death of her husband.
It wasn't to say her father was a saint. He was a controlling and strict man that was only willing to pay for Quinn's university if he had went to a school of his liking. Now she was stuck here, unsure if she would be able to attend college, as Yale was out of the question.
“It's slower than usual I see.” A female commented, taking a seat on a stool.
Quinn was greeted with another regular, with brown hair and chocolate eyes.
“I'm not giving you a free one Rachel.” Quinn defensively replied.
Offended, Rachel sat up in shock. “I would never do that.” She defended.
“But it always turns out that way doesn't it?” Quinn questioned. “You somehow leaving the bar with a free drink or two.”
Rachael sighed. “Yes, well, one can at least try, especially when they're friend is behind the bar.”
Crossing her arms, Quinn stood back with a scowl in placed. Tonight had to be their worst income. Quinn needed to make a living. She had bills up to her neck to pay and more debts than she can count.
“Alright,” Rachel agreed, in defeat.
“Melon Ball?” Quinn asked, watching Rachel nod.
She walked toward the shelf of drinks behind the counter and took out a cup to place on the surface. When she got the ice and started to pour the drinks needed Puck was announcing the last song for the night and began to set up a pre-recorded track.
Quinn returned to Rachel with her drink and Puck stepped down from the booth. He made his way to the bar and Quinn was already pouring him a shot of vodka. He quickly picked up his glass and took a large gulp.
“You made some good mixes this week.” Quinn complimented.
Puck scoffed. “No one else thinks so.” He took another swig. “Man, this place is killing my buzz. This ghost-town of a place doesn't fit my style. I'm better off in the city.”
“Tell me about it.” Quinn groaned.
She cringed as Puck's song stopped and the sound of square dancing music came on. The older men sitting on the side headed toward the dance floor. She took her cell phone out from her pocket and glanced at the time. She had two more hours until her shift was done and she had to close up. Quinn fixed herself a drink and quickly knocked it back.
Puck ordered another drink and Quinn was released of her job an hour early. Rachel had somehow managed to get Quinn to let her pay half price for her drink, but she left a tip this time. When Quinn was finished cleaning up the bar counter and the cups, she placed all the chairs up on the table then locked down the bar.
Puck had to talked into letting her walk home alone, being that she lived two blocks away, but he would still offer. As Quinn walked through the silent streets exhausted, she picked up the faint feeling of another presence not far behind her. When she looked around all Quinn could see were buildings and street lights, not a single person in sight.
She picked up the pace of her strut, but the feeling didn't go away. She paused at the corner to give a second glance, but once more she was the only person alone in the street. It was three am. No one would be up this late, not even the teenagers of this deadbeat town.
She raced down the second block and rushed into her house. The feeling of being watched had disappeared by then.
“Quinn, is that you?” Judy, Quinn's mother called.
With a sigh of relief, Quinn pulled the curtain shut of the living room window and walked through the living room.
“Yes mom.” Quinn answered. “Are you drunk again?”
She entered the kitchen to see her mom holding empty bottle of wine and a second bottle on the table on its side. Judy was a mess, with her hair strewn and her face red from the alcohol and tears that were fresh on her cheeks.
“Come on. Let's get you to bed.” Quinn coaxed.
She helped Judy get to her feet as she continued to sob. It was easier to get her upstairs and into bed, but it was harder to keep her mother asleep for the remaining night. She often woke up startled and stressed. Quinn hoped this time she can sleep more peacefully.
***
Quinn awoke at 6am by the irritating buzz of her alarm clock. Her body ached and her eyes burned, tempting Quinn to return back to bed, not getting enough rest from her three hour slumber. She checked on her mother on the way down the hall to see her still asleep.
She spent the peaceful remainder of her morning cooking breakfast, brewing coffee, and making sure to have extra in case her mother wanted to eat this time. When Quinn had her fill and was feeling much more energized after the coffee, she went back up stairs to change her clothes.
She didn't have work at her second job until late afternoon. It would give her enough to time to rest once she was done with today's errands. It will go by quicker if her mother slept, because when she woke up from a long night of drinking she was left a mess of more tears and dehydration. Quinn had to focus on curing this until she had to get ready for work again.
She headed into the garage and pulled out the for sale sign from storage. She traveled west of her house and began to pick up the outline of her old family ranch. It's been a place Quinn enjoyed spending her summers as a child riding the horses, when she still had them. Her father, Russell, had kept only two of the five horses they owned when Quinn came back from Yale.
It was too much work tending to them and cleaning the stalls now with her sister married and Quinn in Yale. He kept it in good condition with hired help that Quinn had to fire when her father passed and eventually she sold the remaining horses with the last one being given to a much larger farmland two weeks ago.
Quinn used to love coming here and working the ranch. She had a strong love for animals at an early age and the energy for adventure. She learned to tend to the horses and ride them when Russell felt she was old enough to understand. She had gotten a chance to name a horse.
A few smacks of her mallet, the sign is securely plowed into the dirt and Quinn felt a thrust of sadness overcome her. She loved this ranch. The memories spent in here were some of the great things about her home. It would feel out of place to see this ranch gone, if a current buyer chose to knock it down and replace it with something less peaceful.
Quinn didn't wonder on such a thought like that for long. She swiftly turned back around and headed to the house. She was sure her mother was up by now. She had to try and get Judy to eat a few times before making the call to a local realtor. She was sure with how pristine and beautiful this ranch was, it would sell in no time.
***
Judy refused to eat anything. She had eventually agreed to drink two cups of water, but after that she wasn't going to budge and Quinn was running out of time and the patience to get her mother to do anything else. She had her second job to attend to in an hour. The talk with the realtor was longer than expected, but she was certain the ranch could be sold as short as a month. Quinn didn’t know how to prepare to part with the ranch, but she needed the money.
Quinn checked on her mother one last time before she left the house and scoffed to see Judy making a dash to the liquor cabinet in the kitchen. Before she could see her mother serve a cup, Quinn was on the porch and headed toward her car in the drive way.
Town hall was a mile and a half away from the house, and the ride was a five minute long travel, but Quinn promised to come early to help open up the shop. More hours meant more money and that was something Quinn was short on as of late. She parked her car two blocks away from the local bakery shop and pulled out a ring of keys to open the front door.
Trying to sort out the right key to the front door, Quinn saw the bakery shop's co-owner Mercedes's who happened to be the owner's daughter. It was small connections like this that Quinn was thankful to land a small part time job, when she desperately needed it. She waved to Mercedes as she made her way from behind the counter and opened the shop door.
It was quickly locked once Quinn entered. She made a dash to the back of the counter and put on an apron.
“Hey Mercedes,” Quinn greeted, firmly tying a knot in her apron.
“Hey girl,” Mercedes grinned. “Thanks for helping me open. Head into the back and knead the dough for some loaves.”
Quinn rushed the back kitchen. This job was tiring, having to stay on her feed and mix ingredients for cupcakes, cake, or bread, but it was better than being hit on by married men. Quinn enjoyed the smell of fresh bread and cakes.
She was covered in powder an hour into her shift and helped ring up customers when Mercedes was too busy with her own. It was an hour before her break is when another customer came in. Quinn put the tray of cupcakes into the oven and exits the kitchen. She tried not to frown as she came to the counter.
“Quinn, it's good to see you.” The man at the counter greeted.
“Hello Biff.” Quinn dully spoke. “What can I get you?”
“A dozen cupcakes and two of your fresh loaves will be great.” Biff replied.
Quinn picked up a box and opened the door to the display case of cupcakes.
“How have you been?” Biff casually questioned. “I haven't seen you in a month. Did you get a new number?”
Quinn quickly stuffed the box with twelve cupcakes and rushed to get to the back. He would always come and visit if Quinn hasn't called, especially now that she was busy with work. Biff had asked her a few times when she's coming back to Yale, but she wanted nothing to do with him. Biff turned out to be a jerk and that was something Quinn didn't need with the stress of her father's passing.
She had her mother to care for her and those bills to settle. Biff had offered to help and it would be easy for him to hand over hundred thousand dollars, but Quinn knew better. He would use that as his leverage in hoping that Quinn would one day say yes to be his girlfriend.
Quinn stuffed the bread into a bag and handed the box of cupcakes over.
“We should hang out some time.” Biff offered. “You know, catch up?”
Quinn rung him up and he handed over a fifty dollar bill.
“Keep the change.” He smiled.
Biff waved and exited. Quinn sighed. He had no reason to be here. Biff hated this town. He was the typical snobby and spoiled rich son.
He lived two cities away and could find better food and clothing to his liking, but he found the travel to be an excuse to see Quinn. Telling her the name of her town had been a mistake, but he didn't make the travel daily so it wasn't as annoying when he did stop by. Mercedes came out from the kitchen.
“Was that Biff again?” She groaned.
“He doesn't know when to quit.” Quinn complained.
“You can go on and take your break early. I'll take care of the register.” Mercedes encouraged.
Quinn took off her apron and went to the back to take her lunch from the fridge. She ended up staying until closing, where she spent an extra hour cleaning up the kitchen with Mercedes. She was exhausted, but powered through her grogginess.
“Thanks for helping me close Quinn. I'll see you Thursday.” Mercedes smiled, waving as she stepped out.
Quinn locked the door then made her way through the quiet streets of her town. When she got to the next block the same eerie feeling came to her. Quinn stopped and look around. She was certain someone was here, watching. It was stronger. Quinn waited a minute before she continued walking. The feeling was less pronounced, but when she got closer to her house the feeling returned.
Quinn stopped a second time, staying still and scanning her surroundings a little longer, but gave up when she came up with the same result. She saw no one, but her gut feeling wasn't wrong. There was someone nearby. Quinn safely made it home and she thought no more of the unknown presence. Quinn found her mom passed out drunk. She helped her into bed before she changed her and got into bed herself.
From exhaustion Quinn fell asleep instantly. It would just be another repeat of work with long hours.
***
Quinn awoke two hours earlier than expected; the sharp ringing of her phone, startling her. She rubbed her eyes a few times before picking up.
“Hello?” She rasped.
“Good morning, Ms. Fabray. It's your Realtor Janice. I'm calling about your ranch.” The Realtor started. “I've got great news. There is someone interested in your property a woman by the name of Ms. Lopez.”
“That's great. When can I meet her?” Quinn asked.
“Ms. Lopez herself unfortunately will be too busy to attend, but she will be sending her personal assistant Ms. Kitty Wilde to see the property.” Janice instructed. “When can we set up an appointment?”
“I'm free today until six.” Quinn answered.
“Alright, I'll inform Ms. Wilde of the meeting and we should have it set up by noon. Take care Ms. Fabray.” Janice rang, before hanging up the phone.
Quinn lay back on her bed with a huff. She hated to say goodbye to such a memorable piece of her childhood, but it needed to be done. The need for money was desperate. After staring at the ceiling for a few more minutes, Quinn put her phone back on to the nightstand and got out of bed.
She headed into the kitchen to start her day with a cup of coffee and a bowl of cereal.
***
Kitty arrived at four PM sharp. She was of a small stature, with slicked back blonde hair in a high pony tail, icy hazel eyes. Out of habit, Quinn had offered her a drink, which she stiffly declined. It left any small talk at a standstill, and Quinn decided to head straight to the ranch.
“This is the old ranch.” Quinn announced, stepping in front of the barn entrance.
Kitty walked around the building, examining it for any damages. She gave a few nods as she fully circled it. The ranch had been filled with beautiful scenery covered with grass that stretched for miles, a small creek just south of the barn. It was still full of fish.
“So who is Ms. Lopez?” Quinn curiously questioned.
Kitty stood beside Quinn, both arms tucked in front of her chest. She gave Quinn a stern stare. The topic was clearly off limits.
“Ms. Lopez is a hardworking business woman, who has very little time to spend on small task such as this.” Kitty sharply replied. “She is often busy keeping her multiple companies in check. She doesn't plan to stay in Lima long, as she agreed to come down here for a friend.”
“I see.” Quinn nodded. “Then why is she interested in purchasing my ranch?” Kitty gave her another cold glared. “I'll show you the stables.”
Kitty curtly nodded. Quinn led Kitty a few feet away from the barn. She took out a pair of keys to unlock the latch of the padlock and pulled back both doors. Bits of hay kicked up into the air from the sudden swish of air from the double doors.
They walked down the alley of the stable, passing row after row of empty stalls. They reached the end of the stable that showed all of the equipment Quinn was hesitant in selling due to an overwhelming feeling of nostalgia.
They stopped at the entrance of the stable office. Quinn met Kitty's stoic expression. She gave a less stiff nod as she gave the stable a second glance.
“What animals did you raise on the ranch?” Kitty asked.
“Cows for a while and then horses for the last ten years,” Quinn answered. “My dad bred and raised them. My mom used to give riding lessons.”
“Is the land fertile?”
“Oh yes, it's been kept in best condition since we've sold our cows years ago.” Quinn confirmed. “We mostly chose to focus on horses when my dad was given the ranch, but my grandfather used to farm on it.”
“This seems like a very valuable piece of land.” Kitty commented. “I think Ms. Lopez will be very interested in this property.”
“I have to be honest with you.” Quinn added. “I've sold all the animals and the barn needs remodeling as it stopped being maintained when my dad chose to work on the horses. The roof needs repairs because it leaks when it rains.”
Kitty gave little concern to the downfalls of the property. The land itself gave it the most value as it was well enough to grow food or anything Ms. Lopez wished to have.
“That isn't a problem at all.” Kitty sidestepped. “The Realtor has told me the asking price is 1.7 million.”
“The offer stands.” Quinn quickly stated. “I just ask that my mother and I continue to live in our old house. It means so much to her.”
“I can't promise anything as it is all up to Ms. Lopez once she hears about the property.” Kitty snipped. “You will be hearing from me again shortly. Goodbye.”
Quinn watched Kitty walk away. When she was out of the stable Quinn let out a tired sigh. She was one step closer to giving up such a beautiful place she loved all her life. She didn't expect it to be this painful. Taking out her phone, Quinn noticed the time and made a hasty exit out of the stable.
She had to be at work in thirty minutes. She locked up the stable before she went into a sprint toward her house.
***
It was another slow night in the bar again. Quinn has to deal with endless old men hitting on her as usual. Puck isn't DJ this time, but comes in any way to hang with Quinn. He chooses to stay at the bar with Quinn and Rachel and orders a drink.
“Hey Puck, no new mixes tonight?” Quinn asked.
“I'll have something done later on this week.” He promised. “I'll stop by your place to show you.”
Quinn hands him a shot of vodka which he easily knocks back. She checks on Rachel, seeing she's almost done with her martini, but doesn't offer to make another one. Puck taps the counter for another shot.
When she gives him his drink and starts to clean up the counter she decides to tell her friends.
“I've been having strange incidences for the last two nights.” Quinn started.
Puck slides his empty shot glass along the counter. “Did someone attack you after your shift?”
“I think someone has been following me.” Quinn admitted.
Alarmed, Puck's jaw clenched, bringing out the angular edges of his jaw line. Rachel stops drinking from her cup.
“Did you see who it was?” Rachel questioned.
“I didn't see anyone, but I know I was being watched.” Quinn answered.
Puck shrugs. “Maybe it was nothing. You always leave your shifts late.”
“We can't just shake it off.” Rachel insisted. “It could be a serious problem. You should carry mace.”
“Or take a self defense class.” Puck suggested.
Seeing how easy they were to shake it off, Quinn decided to not carry on with the topic.
“I found a buyer today for the ranch.” Quinn informed.
“That's great!” Rachel smiled.
“It's just strange.” Quinn added. “This buyer is a wealthy business woman that goes by the name Ms. Lopez. She sent her assistant to look at the house.”
“Well you know how it is with rich people.” Puck explained. “They're too busy making money to do any small simpleton things unless they find something worth it. I mean look at the way Biff chases after you.”
Quinn shrugs. Maybe it wasn't so strange after all. Quinn had been an average child, at least to Ms. Lopez's standards because she was off running around with her multiple self-owned businesses. Quinn liked to think she grew up fairly wealthy. Her father took care of her needs without a problem and bills were easily paid.
She was even sent off to Yale. That was until her father got ill and eventually died. She decided to come back because she knew it would be difficult to continue with her mom becoming a wreck. But it was clear Ms. Lopez had more than Quinn could only dream of.
“It's great you have a buyer.” Rachel complimented. “The sooner you can get it off the market the better chance you have the money needed to pay your debt and take care of your mom.”
“I still think it was a bad idea.” Puck argued. “I know how much you loved that ranch.”
“I'm hoping to still be able to live in our house. I have yet to talk to the buyer about that.” Quinn clarified.
“And where will you go if it doesn't go through?” Rachel questioned.
“I'm sure Quinn will think of something.” Puck answered.
Truthfully, that was the only plan. If Quinn was forced to move out she wouldn't have a clue where to begin. She hasn't made an effort to search for a home in case things didn't work out. And paying rent to live on the ranch might not be possible if she's going to be charged so much.
“Of course,” Quinn quickly replied. “So, more drinks?”
Puck and Rachel let out a chorus of yes. Quinn spent the next two hours speaking with her friends while tending to customers. They didn't bring up the topic of Quinn's sale. They decided to keep things lighter. Rachel shared her ideas to improve her singing skills and ranted about how much she enjoyed Julliard.
She would be on her way back at the end of August to New York, but Puck was still stuck in Ohio, as he was short on money due to the total breakdown of his truck. He's been looking for jobs to save up before he can get a new ride then search for a place when he was ready for the road trip.
Out of all of them in the group, Rachel seemed the most promising. She was still in school, was hoping to make it to Broadway and loved the school. Quinn was glad her dads were able to keep their finances afloat. Rachel had offered Quinn to move with her to New York, but Quinn couldn't leave her mother behind. As much of a hassle she was.
“Oh boy,” Puck grunted.
“What is it?” Rachel asked, looking over her shoulder to Puck's direction. “Oh no! Oh!”
“Cool it Berry.” Puck snapped. “Quinn, I don't wanna freak you out, but here comes rich and snobby prep boy heading your way.”
Quinn looked up to see Biff walking straight toward her. Puck and Rachel kept their eyes on their drink when they heard the tap of his leather oxford shoes come closer. He stood beside Rachel, but didn't bother to acknowledge their existences.
“Hello Biff.” Quinn greeted.
“Quinn, can I have a minute with you?” Biff requested. “In private please?”
He spoke in a clip manner, quick to the point and demanding, despite asking for Quinn's time. She glanced back to her friends before stepping out behind the counter. Biff wouldn't leave her alone if she denied him.
She walked to the other end of the bar as her boss's office was always locked when he was inside or out. And she didn't feel comfortable to be in an enclosed room with Biff. This end of the bar had no people as it was so bare she was sure Biff wouldn't mind.
“What is it?” Quinn snapped.
Biff scoffed. “Is there a reason why you're blowing me off? You don't answer any of my calls.”
“Excuse me?” Quinn sneered.
Biff frowned. He had been at his limit of politely exerting himself. As a child of a wealthy CEO father to a technology company, he was used to having everything, including girls flocking at his feet. The fact that Quinn so easily dropped as a pile of rotten fruit upset him. He's done what Quinn wanted and in return he would get what he wanted, which was Quinn.
She had no reason to not desire him. He was handsome, well dressed, and most importantly, rich. That was enough for him. He cared nothing about the value of the girl but rather he got what he wanted and at the moment Quinn was what he wanted.
“I have no idea why you are being such a snobby and stupid girl.” Biff retorted. “I've done nothing but be nice to you and you have no interest in dating me.”
“It's because you're a dick.” Quinn shot back. “And I really don't have time for your whining!”
Shocked, Biff was speechless. It had given Quinn enough time to walk away, but when he noticed she was slipping passed him he grabbed her arm. She spun back around and cringed at how tight he held her wrist.
“Who do you think you are talking to me like that?!” Biff growled. “You rude and stupid girl! Do you have any idea what I have?! What I'm offering you?”
“Let go of me!” Quinn ordered.
Puck ran up from his stool, seeing that Biff had the balls to put a hand on Quinn.
“Hey asshole!!” Puck shouted.
When Biff turned around, Puck struck his fist out on to Biff's face. He hit the floor dazed and in pain. He put a hand over his nose.
“Don't you ever put a hand on her again!” Puck screamed. “Can't you take the hint that Quinn isn't interested? I think you should leave before I toss you out the damn window!”
Biff touched the tip of his nose and grunted when he saw his finger was covered in blood. He struggled to stand back up, but managed to get to his feet and glare Puck in the eye before turning to Quinn.
“Unbelievable.” He scoffed. “You ungrateful bitch.”
Quinn reached out, slapping Biff's face. The imprint of her hand was left on his face. Puck wedged himself between them before Biff could attack back. Seeing as he wouldn't be able to win, Biff spun around and ran out the door with his bleeding nose.
“That asshole!” Quinn grumbled.
“You alright Quinn?” Puck questioned.
“Yeah, thanks Puck. I owe you.” Quinn sighed.
He hugged her. “Just call me if he comes back again. I'll beat him into the ground next time.”
“I doubt he'll be coming back. You bruised his ego quite a bit.” Quinn chuckled.
Puck and Rachel stayed until closing. Puck had wanted to take Quinn home, worried Biff was still around, but Quinn was persistent on having him let her walk alone. She still had to clean the bar before coming home.
Then she was on her way out, making sure to lock up. She continues her stroll home and at an early time the familiar eerie feeling returns. She carefully looks around but as expected it's just her. Quinn walks again, but periodically stops to look around. She gets the same results.
Tired with the results and now afraid, Quinn rushes home. Maybe she should invest in mace on her late shifts home.
***
Quinn grunts as the obnoxious ring of the doorbell wakes her. She checks the time on her phone before she gets out of bed and pouts that it's 7am and Quinn was barely able to catch four hours of sleep. The ringing continues as she travels through the house, cringing. She quickly unlocks the door and swings open the door pissed. Kitty stands there with a check in her hands.
“Quinn.” Kitty sharply introduces.
It takes a full minute for Quinn to notice the check and she takes it into her hand.
“What is this?” She mumbles.
“Ms. Lopez has agreed to pay your amount on the ranch. However, she hasn't given me any information if she will let you live in this house, or if she will decide to let you live so long as you pay rent.”
Quinn brought the check closer to her face, carefully reading out the letters and numbers. Then settles to the signature that's a scribble tangled together, but she can easily make out the last name Lopez. Quinn gulps.
“Oh...” Quinn whispered. “I didn't think I would hear from her so soon. Thank you.”
Quinn stuffs the check into her pajama pocket.
“Ms. Lopez will have workers sent to your ranch for repairs and remodeling once the money is taken from her account and the ranch is off the market.” Kitty notified.
“Yes, thank you.” Quinn muttered, still shocked.
“Have a good day.” Kitty responded.
Quinn watches her walk off the porch and closes the door. She was sure her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She just sold her family ranch for 1.7 million dollars. Quinn as sure she was about to hyperventilate.
Gathering her bearings, Quinn returned back to her room. She had to get ready for work soon.
***
Quinn arrived to the bakery on time. Mercedes was already inside attending to a customer, with another waiting at the register to pay. Quinn raced to the back to put on her apron then approached the customer. When she was done Mercedes was already helping another customer.
“I have cupcakes in the back. They should be done.” Mercedes said, as she was picking up a doughnut from the display case with tongs.
“I'm on it.” Quinn nodded.
She opened the oven and slipped on oven mitts before taking out the tray; the sweet smell of cupcakes filling her nose. She placed the tray on the table and went to the second oven where a dozen of loaves were done.
She set both trays aside to cool and took out flour to start making dough for more doughnuts. The bakery wasn't always busy, but on Fridays it was packed in the early morning for the week and mid day on the weekends.
She was got the dough to a manageable texture she shaped out the doughnuts and collected the flavored glazes and sprinkles. The loaves and cupcakes were cool by the time Quinn put them into the oven. She came out from the back after hearing the door ding. Mercedes had already gone on her break once the rush was over.
“Hi Kitty.” Quinn greeted. “What can I get you?”
She didn't expect to see Kitty again, but this town was small and Mercedes's bakery was the best in town. Word traveled quickly about anything both good and harmful for one's reputation.
“Ms. Lopez wants as dozen of your best cupcakes.” Kitty answered.
“You got it.” Quinn smiled.
She assembled a box and picked up tongs when she opened the display case door. She started to gather various cupcakes of different colors and taste. All ones she personally enjoyed. Kitty carefully watched her as she moved down the counter picking up doughnuts.
“Does Ms. Lopez live in town?” Quinn rambled.
The curiosity about her buyer had never gone away. It was just so very strange to not see or know anything about her, especially if she was going to live in her house with Ms. Lopez legally owning the property. Kitty shows no interest to take the bait.
Quinn fills the box and closes it, placing the tongs back on their hook. She makes her way back to the register.
“Ms. Lopez is a very busy woman.” Kitty repeats. “She has many companies to attend.”
Quinn knew Kitty wasn't going to budge. She was protective and too jaded to explain anything or form any pleasantries. The register dings and the electronic screen shows the price. Kitty hands over a twenty and takes the box, not waiting for her change.
She gone before Quinn could close the register.
***
Quinn closes the bakery again and when she was done helping Mercedes clean up the kitchen, she changed her outfit. She had a night shift at the bar tonight. Quinn volunteered to lock up the shop and made her way to the bar.
As Quinn made her way to the town local bar, she frowned. It felt different to walk the street late at night. When she looked around and examined her surroundings she noticed that she no longer had that lingering feeling of someone watching her. The presence was gone and it made her feel less constricted. It was unusual.
Quinn shook it off and made her way to the front bar. She came upon a striking image. The entire bar was packed. Quinn was not able to see the bar through the crowd from the door way. What stuck out after was how young the crowd was, the age ranging from early to late twenties.
The crowd danced with drinks in their hands, talking, smiling, and laughing. Quinn wedged her way through the dance floor and behind the bar counter. She looked at the DJ booth where Puck stood, happily dancing and mixing to the music on his laptop.
“Look at this!” Rachel commented, pointing to the dance floor. “Where did they come from?”
“I have no idea, but it just means a whole lot of cash tonight.” Quinn replied.
She could use the tips as a nice added bonus to her paycheck. Rachel picked up her drink, taking a long sip from the straw. Quinn quickly made her way to the nearest customer to take her order.
Quinn spends the next two hours attending to customers, making drinks, sliding them along the bar table, collecting tips, compliments, and cards. She can't remember the last time the bar has been this busy. Puck came down from this booth for a break, but kept a bunch of songs on a loop while he was away.
“Quinn.” Rachel called, gazing over her shoulder with discontent.
Quinn followed Rachel's eye of sight and flinched to see Biff entering the bar. He was a lot more stubborn than Quinn gave him credit for. It was unbearable. Rachel herself was unsettled with him around and she was mostly a resilient girl, having been made fun of and picked on during her time in high school.
He was much more obnoxious than Rachel too. Spoiled rotten from the wealth of his family, which lead to a path of self-entitlement to everything he wanted. Quinn couldn't leave. She didn't have her break until two hours.
“Do you want me to get Puck?” Rachel offered. “He can toss him right out.”
“I don't want Puck to risk losing his gigs because he decided to play security guard and ended up punching a customer out cold.” Quinn declined. “I'll have to deal with it.”
Biff marched his way through the crowd with an air of arrogance around him. He cringed and frowned as he touched people, forced to make eye contact with them along the way. He hated this places as he was used to a lot more upscale bars where people were kissing his feet.
“Quinn,” Biff stated, leaning one elbow on to the counter.
Quinn looked up from the drink she was done mixing. She felt highly annoyed at how he spoke her name. As if he was expecting something from her. Rachel glared at him.
“What can I get you?” Quinn asked.
“Scotch on the rocks.” Biff curtly answered.
Quinn caught a glimpse of Rachel who motioned toward Puck, who had taken a table on the side of the dance floor a few steps away from the bar. It would be easy to get him. Quinn can send Rachel and Puck would be able to handle Biff. He was taller, stronger, and bulkier. Quinn was tempted just to see Puck toss Biff out the back door.
She shook her head and retrieved the bottle of scotch from the shelf. Biff watched her put together his drink with a smug smile in place. The way he checked out Quinn would make Rachel even more upset. Quinn returned with his cup and placed it on the counter. He took a seat on the stool in front of him.
Biff took a sip and sighed before pulling out his name brand wallet from his back pocket. Quinn tried to hold her hatred for him. Even the way he moved and carried himself was irritating.
“Keep the change.” Biff smiled.
Quinn couldn't hold it anymore. “What are you doing here Biff?” Quinn asked.
She can see the tick in the corner of his mouth as his smile drop for a second. He was becoming restless. The cracks of his ruse slowly coming to surface the longer Quinn stared at him. Biff fiddled with his tie.
“I wanted to enjoy a night out.” Biff answered.
Before Quinn could reply a customer came placing an order for three beers. Biff quietly drank his scotch and watched Quinn. When the three cups of beer were handed over Quinn came back to Biff's side.
“I can take you away from this.” Biff proudly stated. “I don't know how you can stand it here.”
“I don't want anything from you.” Quinn snapped.
Biff chuckled and took a large swig of his scotch. He was losing his temper.
“I can take care of you.” He assured.
“I don't want you to care of anything in my life.” Quinn corrected. “I'm tired of you harassing me Biff. I don't want to date you. I don't want to hang out with you. I want nothing to do with you. How can you not understand that?”
Biff stared speechless. Quinn walked away, but on reflex, Biff stood and reached over the counter, grabbing Quinn's wrist.
“Why are you being such a stubborn brat?!” Biff yelled.
“Let go of me Biff.” Quinn demanded.
Rachel stumbled out of her stool. Biff glared at Quinn, but refused to move. Quinn gave a sharp jerk back, but wasn't able to break the hold on her arm.
“You think you can just lead me on and walk away?” Biff hissed.
“I won't ask again!” Quinn replied.
“I'm not going to let you blow me off again.” Biff countered. “We need to -”
Quinn watched Biff gasp as he was yanked back by the collar of his blazer. With a strong pull, his hand released Quinn and he staggered back two steps from the bar counter.
“I think it's time you leave.” A smoky voice commanded.
Biff carefully got to his feet still in a state of shock. In front of him stood a black haired, brown eyed, woman in a white blouse and black pencil skirt. She was a bronze and tinted red complexion. Biff felt his anger flare up when he realized he had just been tossed back by a woman a foot shorter than him.
“You don't tell me what to do.” Biff complained. “Mind your own business you stupid bitch.”
The stranger took a hold of Biff's collar, cutting off the air to his lungs. In a panic, Biff's hand wrapped around the woman's arm as he struggled to break free. The woman watched him, indecisive if she should let him pass out or punch him. He was an ass, a complete selfish and inconsiderate rich boy that lacked any manners.
The woman chuckled as she watched Biff's face start to turn red. The flailing of his arm began to slowly cease.
“I don't ever want to see you here again, am I clear?” She ordered. “A man who can't take a hint or show any respect to a woman doesn't deserve my time or effort.”
She released Biff, who dropped to the floor in a fit of coughing. Puck picked Biff up by the shoulders.
“Let's go. You're out of here.” Puck grumbled, leading Biff to the front door.
“Quinn are you okay?” Rachel asked.
“I'm fine.” Quinn answered, keeping her eye on the woman who helped her.
She turned around when Puck was out of the bar and smiled at Quinn. The smile a striking contrast to the deadly glare she gave Biff just a second ago.
“Thanks.” Quinn dejected spoke.
The woman smiled with a tilt of her head in response.
“Quinn Fabray?” She asked.
Startled, Quinn stood back, arms folded over her chest in defense. She was sure she's never seen this woman. The town was small, which meant she was bound to meet this woman if she moved in, but she can't remember introducing herself.
“Who are you?” Quinn replied.
“Santana Lopez. I've recently purchased your property.”
“You sold it?!” Rachel gawked. “You didn't tell me!”
Rachel froze as Santana's brown eyes were pinned on her. She kept the same friendly smile and Rachel felt herself feel anxious. She opened her mouth to speak, but was completely tongue tied. Santana chuckled watching her avert her eyes and nervously shift back to her seat embarrassed. She turned back to the table to return back to her drink.
“Friend of yours?” Santana asked, motioning toward Rachel.
“Rachel is harmless. A bit headstrong and blunt, but decent.” Quinn responded. “Is there something wrong with the payment?”
Santana took a seat. “Oh no, it's fine. I'm taking a break from my hectic schedule.”
“I have to be honest. I'm shocked to see you here.” Quinn admitted. “Kitty had always told me you were a busy person throughout all hours of the day.”
Santana laughed. “Kitty is a secretive type of person. She will only tell you things if they are on her own terms.”
“Could I get you anything?” Quinn asked.
“Oh no, I have a long day tomorrow.” Santana declined. “I much rather spend my time with you as you are probably the only sober tonight.”
Quinn picked up a cup and filled it with water. She handed it over to Santana. She raised a brow at the cup. Quinn shrugged.
“It's free.” Quinn noted.
Santana ignored the cup of water, keeping her eyes on Quinn's. The longer she stared the more Quinn began to become just as nervous and embarrassed as Rachel. Santana had found it adorable.
“Kitty has told me about your request.” Santana mentioned. “I've given it some thought. I know how important that home is to you and how much you loved the ranch. I've agreed to let you live on the land, free of charge.”
“What? Really?!” Quinn stuttered. “What's the catch?”
Santana laughed. “You're a lot smarter than you look.”
“You're speaking to a former Yale student.” Quinn proclaimed.
“Former?” Santana repeated, intrigued. “What major?”
“Law.” Quinn responded.
Santana nodded in agreement. “I can see that. Why'd you stop?”
Quinn frowned, finding the entire situation uncomfortable. She didn't like to speak about her passed studies. Especially since it was such a contrast to the jobs she had today. Santana picked up on how much of a touchy subject this was.
“Have dinner with me.” Santana requested. “That's the only catch.”
Quinn scoffed. She would have expected Santana to have her help fix up the ranch or go back to tending to horses and giving lessons without pay. A date would be far from her mind. Santana shrugged.
“I would have let you stay in your home without any conditions if I didn't know how beautiful you were.” Santana said.
She laughed seeing Quinn's face turn red. The statement starling to even Rachel. She turned from her drink to stare at the two, surprised. It had only caused the blush in Quinn's face to flare and spread to her neck.
“Uh, yeah...” Quinn whispered. “Yeah, okay.”
“San!” Another woman, approaching the bar called.
Santana turned around and faced the blonde haired blue-eyed woman that settled next to Santana and put her arm around Santana's waist. The action made Quinn slightly uncomfortable. She gave Santana a quick hug before settling on her lap.
“San, let's go home now. It's boring here.” Brittany pouted.
Santana frowned. “Britt, I was in the middle of a conversation.”
Brittany looked over Santana's shoulder and noticed Quinn. Quickly, she stood up and waved. Santana straightened out her skirt. She groaned when Brittany realized the situation and profusely apologized.
“Quinn, this is my overly affectionate best friend, Brittany.” Santana grumbled.
“Hi!” Brittany greeted. “Wow, she's pretty San.”
Quinn fought against blushing a second time and skeptically looked between Brittany and Santana.
“Best friend?” Quinn repeated. “She isn't your girlfriend?”
Brittany giggled. “No, Santana and I tried that before and it ended terribly. We still remained good friends though.”
“Brittany!” Santana snapped.
“Oh! I wasn't supposed to say that was I?” Brittany gasped. Santana nodded. “I'm sorry! Listen, whatever it is San is trying to do, just go with it. She's an awesome girl.”
Santana let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through her hair.
“Let's just go Britt.” Santana interrupted.
She jumped out of her chair, taking a hold of Brittany's hand.
“It was nice meeting you Quinn.” Brittany smiled, as she was pulled away from the bar.
“Yeah,” Quinn whispered, flustered.
They merged into the crowd and disappeared. It took a few seconds for Quinn to get over her haze and attend back to cleaning the counter. She gingerly took the cup of water, briefly remembering Santana and emptied out the cup.
“I cannot believe what just happened!” Rachel shrieked. “You're gonna go on that date aren't you?”
“What? No.” Quinn sighed.
“You were so into her Quinn!” Rachel yelled. “You have to go. She was really into you too!”
“Rachel I'm not going.” Quinn firmly answered.
“Oh come on Quinn!” Rachel nagged. “When is the last time you had some fun in your life? All you do is work and watch after your mom.”
“That's not true.” Quinn defended. “Sometimes I come over Puck's to work on some of his mixes.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “I'm saying you should give it a try! You haven't dated and you need something new from the tragic that is Biff. It'll be worth it!”
“Alright, fine.” Quinn nodded. “I'm going only on one date.”
Rachel smiled and enthusiastically clapped her hands.
“Oh I'm so excited for you!” She grinned.
Quinn nervously bit her lip, switching between wondering if she made the right decision, and how alluring Santana's eyes were as they watched her almost as attractive as her plush kissable lips. Thrown off guard to such a thought, Quinn shook the thoughts from her head and went back to attending to customers. To be honest, she looked forward to her date too.