Who: Quinn Fabray and Santana Lopez What: Talking about Quinn's new memories Where: Their apartment When: January 1, 2015 Status: Closed | Incomplete, in progress
Santana had been out getting her textbooks for the coming semester when she saw Quinn's post on the network. She could tell after reading a few posts on there that she'd gotten some memories. It wasn't until she had sent a private response that she found out just exactly when. Schuester's wedding. All of it. Which meant she and Quinn's night. She stopped in her tracks and had to sit down on a bench. Her hands shook as she typed responses. She might be strong in messages, but she had no idea how Quinn was taking it. She knew Quinn was going to want to talk and she had her suspicions confirmed. She kept thinking back to that day. That night. The next day. She shook her head. She'd lived it, gone through it, had dealt with it.
She got back to their apartment and opened it up. She quietly set her bag of books down on the entryway table. Boxes still littered their apartment, unopened still. Most if it was Santana's. Just another thing to do.
"Quinn. I'm here" she called out, her voice trying to affect a strong tone. "Where are you?"