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Never one to back down, Santana allowed the blonde one more day before she really took matters into her own hands.  After yet another night of silent phone lines, Santana bolstered herself for the coming morning.  She was dead set on getting Quinn to listen to her, one way or another.  

Santana blustered into Lucy Q's Bakery at 8 am, seven days after she'd shoved her foot so far into her mouth she was practically choking on her ankle.  Maggie looked up as the fairy chime sounded, her welcoming smile dropping into a look of disbelief.  

"Hi there.  Remember me?"  Santana's annoyance was evident from her curt tone.  Maggie merely nodded, her eyes flicking toward the kitchen door.  

"She's not here," Maggie offered, shifting on her feet.  Another lie.

"I call bullshit.  But seeing as how she won't even..." Santana raised her voice so that Quinn would be able to hear it," ...answer her phone..." her volume dropped down to normal, "...I thought I'd come and leave her a message."  Santana pulled out a small envelope and handed it to Maggie.  "Make sure she gets this," Santana instructed, turning away from the counter after staring at the kitchen door willing Quinn to come out.  "And don't make me trek my ass down here again, Bo Peep," she threatened.

It was out of Santana's hands now; the ball was in Quinn's court.  Santana would just have to wait.  And that in itself seemed like agony.

✉ 

Lucy,

First of all, you never take up my time.  I mean you do, but in a good way.  You've given me something to look forward to each night.  At least...you did.  I wasn't being a dick when I called you a chatterbox.  It was more my way of saying that you're a social butterfly and that it astonishes me that you don't have the world at your fingertips.  I didn't mean to humiliate you, but obviously I hit a nerve.  I'm sorry.  If/when you feel like talking, you know how to reach me.

Yours,