Sweetie Pie's Bakery

Red Socks and Bananas

Santana sat staring at the phone in her hands for a few moments before pressing the first number. Her heart was pounding and her fingers felt cold and numb. She kept tapping out numbers as her head was swimming, typing the familiar order of keys. A lump jerked into her throat and her hand tensed involuntary. She dropped the phone onto the coffee table, resting her elbows on her knees and dropping her head into her palms with a groan. She flopped back into the sofa, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh.

She reached for the phone again, staring at the number on the screen. She hit cancel and slid it back into her pocket, crossing to the bedroom. She reached into the drawer for pyjamas, pulling out a vest top and a pair of bottoms. She straightened up and stared down at the bottoms in her hand, giving a small smile as she gazed at the pattern.

-ooOoo-

"Oh my God, what are you wearing?" Santana frowned, pausing her xbox game to turn to the blonde, wide-eyed as Quinn came wandering out of the bathroom, her hair flicking droplets of water all over the floor

"I got them for Christmas" Quinn grinned, pulling at the fabric and twirling into the living room

"What even is that pattern?" she reached out and grabbed the fabric in her fist, pulling the squealing blonde towards her

"Banana Man!" Quinn thrust her crotch forward, shoving the fabric under Santana's nose with a giggle

"You are such a dork!" Santana laughed, and Quinn gasped

"How dare you! I'm not a dork, I'm a superhero!" She stood with her fists resting on her hips, her chest thrust forward and her legs splayed, jutting her jaw forwards in a cheesy grin

"Well, I feel like I'm in safe hands" Santana said with a sarcastic eye roll, and Quinn narrowed her eyes, glaring at the giggling brunette. She sprang up onto the couch with a swift jump, landing at the other girl's feet and staring down at her with a smirk

"You can be my pet crow? Seems fitting." She grinned sweetly and Santana raised an eyebrow, glaring at the girl before reaching around the girl, pulling so her legs buckled and she fell down onto the couch. Quinn giggled as Santana pounced on her, digging her fingers into the blonde's ribs, who squirmed away in protest, giggling furiously "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! Stop, I'm sorry! Stop!"

Santana pulled back and Quinn pouted, before the brunette leaned in, giving the girl a gentle kiss. "I'm sorry" she smiled and Quinn twisted her hands up into the other girl's hair with a smile

"Good. You should be." She smirked and Santana began to roll her eyes, but Quinn pulled her back down into another, much longer kiss. Santana pulled away a few minutes later, brushing the girl off her

"Okay, now stop distracting me. I needs to finish getting my kart on, Banana Girl." She pushed the petulant blonde away, resuming her game. Quinn watched for the next few moments, until Santana swore loudly, and the blonde frowned, clueless

"Huh? What happened?" she raised an eyebrow and Santana huffed

"I drove into a banana skin" she groaned as the game resumed, and Quinn smirked

"Ha! Serves you right; there's some ironic karma for you." She laughed as she stood up from the couch, dodging away and Santana reached out to slap her behind

"You're an asshole!" she pouted, and Quinn leaned over the back of the couch, pulling the brunette's head back to look up at her.

"I'm your asshole" she grinned sweetly, leaning down to give the girl an upside-down kiss before wandering off to the kitchen.

-ooOoo-

Santana swallowed, attempting to push the memory away, but it was too late. Moments came flooding back; the smell of Quinn's cooking, the smell of Quinn, the sound of her laugh, all of their stupid in-jokes, and all of the moments laid wrapped around each other in the dark. She swallowed again, reaching into her pocket and pulling her phone out. She dialled urgently, immediately pressing call. It rang. And rang.