(A/N To the people out there who keep commenting on my stories and saying that I "don't know how to use capital letters" and anything involving the grammatical aspect of my writing, please keep in mind that this is a writing style. Obviously I know how to use capital letters, as shown in my username and some of my stories. This is just a fun, light, breezy writing style that I choose to write my one-shots in. Don't want to read it, then don't. Just please think twice before making nasty comments about the way I write.)

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santana couldn't stop the stutter her heart gave when she turned around to find that quinn was still there.

still there..she didn't leave..

quinn didn't leave her.

santana swallowed thickly, a hand coming to rest over her now-racing heart, eyelashes fluttering down like tiny butterflies.

quinn tossed in her sleep, an arm flinging roughly over santana's hips, unconsciously tugging her closer.

and santana smiled.

the shadows under her eyes suddenly seemed brighter, there was a laugh slowly poking its way out of her lips, and she felt her cheeks flush a shade darker.

she didn't enjoy the fact that quinn already had so much control over her- her, the unattainable girl- but she had tried fighting it before.

there was just no use.

.-.

"what's wrong?'

santana turned her head slowly, tiny clumps of hair shifting over the back of her neck.

"nothing's wrong." she lied, hoping the words would make her believe it, herself.

"santana." there was that hand again, resting on her shoulder.

she felt steady. she heard herself let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

and once again, she got mad at quinn for knowing her so damn well.

.-.

quinn never got upset when santana yelled at her.

she would always smirk, lift a perfect eyebrow, and dip a pink tongue into her coffee almost indifferently.

it was enough to fuel santana's anger to the point where red dotted her eyes and she sank into a chair, tired at the world.

tired of herself, tired of quinn, tired of fighting against everything that crossed her path.

quinn would wait a few minutes for santana to calm down and then plant herself on her lap, holding her steady again.

santana hated that she had come to rely on someone so strongly to take care of her.

it seemed as if she couldn't even take care of herself anymore.

and that raised a scarier question- if quinn left, what would she do?

she didn't know the answer to that.

.-.

she felt as though she was floating on air, what with quinn's hands making their way down her body, tracing little circles here and there.

she was melting, pressing into the darkness of her sheets, and she hated it.

she hated that someone actually bothered to understand her, to decode her, to waste their time on her.

she just felt so vulnerable, laying underneath quinn like a load of coal.

but quinn's smile reached her eyes and she easily stretched down to kiss away santana's worry lines.

santana forgot what she was thinking about.

.-.

she stared at quinn, bathed in the moonlight, and touched a strand of gold clinging to her cheek.

"i love you," she breathed out, and her eyes widened when she realized she meant it.

quinn laughed near her ear, a soft giggle like a tinkle of a bell.

santana chewed on her bottom lip for a second, hearing quinn say the words back, analyzing them, and telling herself to believe them.

she did.

yeah, she was laying herself out there, putting her whole heart out into the open.

but quinn was, too.

and santana didn't feel so alone anymore.

.-.