#Dear Diary:Smile #198/199.#I don’t even know if we’re best friends anymore.#I still consider her my best friend but it’s weird,#right?#If you count the smiles your best friend gives you,#I’ve only been counting them for a couple of months.#I don’t know why,#I just really want her to smile at me everyday,#like that smile determines if my day will turn out good or bad.#And for some reason when she doesn’t smile at me one day or I don’t see her,#it’s like somethings missing,#like that whole day is sort of ruined.#I don’t know what it is,#but I just really love her smile…

I could always just slip on a trenchcoat...

That was the last contact over the phone that the Latina had with the blonde. It was actually more of a statement than a question. Heading back through the bathroom and into her room, Santana reached into her wardrobe, pulling out her black trench and ankle-cut boots. The Latina didn't care that she could pass for a hooker dressed as she was, but she missed her girl too much.

Okay, well, I’m heading out now ; ) See you in a few.

After replying back to Quinn, Santana braided her hair into a loose plait hanging over her shoulder and then grabbed her house keys from off the side. It's not like she would be needing her keys but she took them pretty much everywhere with her; just in case. Heading out and locking the door behind her, Santana took a quick glance over to her car. She could have been there so much quicker if she drove to the blonde's apartment but not knowing whether she would end up spending the night, she couldn't risk it. No way in hell could Santana get another unpaid parking ticket.