Santana had been tempted to hug Quinn too, she really was glad to see her, but hugging just wasn't something she did. So she didn't. It wasn't like she and Quinn were really on a hugging level anyway. They'd always been rivals, but at the same time, Quinn was one of her best friends and someone she knew would always have her back. Just like she would always have Quinn's. While she was still her usual snarky, straight up bitch self, Santana had changed so much since the early days at McKinley and even more since the world had changed as much as it had. But with her friends starting to show up, things were starting to make her feel much more like herself than she'd felt in a long, long time.
"Yeah, big step up from razor blades, huh?" Santana grinned at the memory of her reputation, most of which she'd spread around herself. Hey, she liked having that reputation, of being someone to be in fear of, in awe of and desire all at the same time. It was something she worked hard for and something she'd been proud of. It seemed inconsequential now, with the hierarchy of high school a distant memory, but seeing Quinn made that sort of thing come rushing back. "Give me that." Santana said, reaching out to take the suitcase Quinn was carrying as she tried to wrap Santana's jacket around herself at the same time. "I wouldn't want Princess Fabray to break a nail or anything."
Santana looked over at Quinn as they walked, wondering if she had the same weary look about her. It was a far cry from that perfect head cheerleader, destined to be prom queen she was in high school. Quinn was still beautiful,though, even with the rain frizzed hair and in desperate need of a shower and a warm meal. "So, you gonna tell me what the hell you've been up to since all hell broke loose?" She wanted to ask about Brittany, just like she had wanted to with Kurt, Finn and Rachel, but she was afraid of the answer, so instead, she just pushed it down deep inside and tried not to think about it.