Quinn steps out of her Porsche and snaps on her sunglasses to shield her eyes from the sun. She quickly hurries up the steps to the elegant Fabray mansion. No sooner than she opens the door, she's greeted by the high-pitched squeak of Sugar's voice.
"Hey sis" replied Quinn.
Before she knew it she was being pummeled by Sugar giving her a hug. "No hugs" spoke Quinn as she hastily squirmed out of Sugar's tight grasp.
"Hey gals," said a voice from the hallway next to them.
Quinn didn't even need to look to know who's voice that was.
"The one and only"
"I haven't seen you in forever, I missed you!"
"Same here sis, you did remember to bring Sam's gift though right?"
"Holy crap" were the last words Quinn uttered before hopping in a cab and asking the driver to take her to a music store that was open on Christmas day.
"Well since I've come on well my body's been a mess, and I miss your ginger hair and the way you like to dress, won't you come on over, stop making a fool out of me, why don't you come on over Valerie" sang Santana as she scanned a customer's new MIDI keyboard.
"That'll be $78 please"
"Here you go," said the customer handing her a hundred dollar bill, "Before you complain, I know things have been tight lately so keep the change."
"Thanks!" yelled Santana as the kind-hearted customer walked out the door.
Just as she was about to attend to the next customer, a hazel-eyed young lady stormed up to the counter.
"Give me a guitar and make it quick" the woman demanded.
"Woahhhh, you can't just cut the line like that, who do you think you are?" retorted Santana.
"I'm a Fabray okay, Quinn Fabray, you and your pathetic low-lives here probably don't know who
I am, but just know that if you don't do what I ask, I will make your life a living hell"
"Get out," said Santana. Quinn raised her eyebrow.
"I said get the fuck out, blondie"
"What did you just call me?" said Quinn, astonished at the audacity of this person.
"Doesn't matter, just get out before I go all Lima Heights on your ass"
"Fine, but your manager will hear about this," she said before storming out of the store wondering what the hell going all Lima heights meant.
"Ughhhhhh" groaned Quinn as she collapsed on her bed carrying the guitar she'd quickly picked up from another store. She scrambled out of bed and grabbed wrapping paper before wrapping up the guitar in its case and tying it up with a bow.
"What's got your panties in a twist," said a man from the doorway.
Startled at the sudden interruption by her brother Sam, Quinn quickly shoved the gift behind her back and tried to act natural.
"Nothing, just some Latina chick with a badass attitude who thinks she's better than everyone else" sighed Quinn
"Reminds me of someone else I know" Sam playfully retorted.
"Quit it sam"
"Fine fine, how's the wedding planning going," he asked.
"We still haven't found a wedding planner everyone I know is already booked for the holidays or hates us."
"Well lucky for you, I might have someone in mind"
"Hey Sam, what's up!" said Santana into the phone.
"I have a favor to ask"
"So I know you haven't done any major party planning in a while for your business but I was wondering if you maybe, possibly, might want to plan a wedding?"
"Oh my god are you serious Sam, I would love to! What're the couple's names!"
"Noah Puckerman and Quinn Fabray"