"Can I talk to you for a minute?" A blonde looks up from her book towards a Latina, who was wearing a Cheerios uniform.
"Sure." The single word falls from her lips.
Santana was usually fine when it came to talking to people, hell, she could go Lima Heights on someone with no hesitation. When it came to Quinn, things were completely different for her. Quinn shuts her book and starts to gather her things.
"Are you walking out first or am I?" Santana gets taken out of her thoughts when she sees the blonde standing, waiting for her response. Quinn shakes it off and leaves the library first. Santana follows the former head Cheerio out the door.
Quinn walks down the hall, passing various Glee club members, waving to each one. The trailing girl kept her signature bitch face on. 'Don't show weakness' Santana sent a few glares to underclassmen to show that she was in charge. The blonde let her to an empty class room. The Algebra class had many posters with slope and equations. Santana made sure that no one would barge in, she shoved a chair under the door handle as a makeshift lock.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" The blonde sat there with her legs dangling over the edge of a desk. Santana turns away from the door and walks towards Quinn.
"I just wanted to talk, about anything really. You're honestly the only one who seemed worth talking to." Santana crosses her arms in front of the other girl.
Quinn scoffs, "San, you basically brought me here for nothing." She starts to get up and gather her things. 'I can't let her leave.' Santana thinks of something to say.
"No, I didn't. I was serious about talking to you. Stay." Quinn puts her things on the floor and sits back down.
"Go on then. I don't want people thinking I'm off doing something bad like smoking again or that I'm in the bathroom for this long." Santana laughs and steps closer to Quinn. The girl opens her arms and pulls Santana in for a hug.
"Okay, I'm kidding. What's on your mind, Santana?" Santana lets Quinn go and sits down next to her. She lets out a long sigh before starting.
"I can't get it off of my mind."
"What?"
"The kiss." Santana looks down at the floor, not wanting to see how the other girl reacts. "I know it was just a spin-the-bottle kiss, but-"
"It was nice."
"Wait, what?" Santana raises her eyes up to Quinn. She wants to hear more, but doesn't want to reveal her excitement.
"Listen Santana, I've been thinking about it too." Quinn lifts her legs onto the table and crosses them, she turns towards Santana. "It was different than other kisses I've had. It was nice."
The blonde reaches for Santana's hand. She puts their hands palm to palm comparing their sizes.
"Does this mean I'm not the only one thinking about it? I mean it's fine if you don't want to keep talking, I understand. You're straight, I'm not. I get it." Her heart beats faster as Quinn plays with their hands. 'Dammnit I'm rambling. Chill out Santana.' She thinks.
"Calm down Santana. You're attractive. Who said I wouldn't go for you? I mean everyone assumes I'm straight.. I don't label myself. I think about it as, whoever I fall for, I fall for." Quinn slips her fingers in the empty spaces between Santana's.
"So.. Are you saying that I have the same chances as everyone else?" Quinn smiles and nods. Santana doesn't know how to take this information, but she's damn right happy about it.
"O-Okay." Quinn leans closer to Santana. Santana feels lips on here, she didn't initiate anything first and it feels great to her.
Quinn deepens the kiss, Santana lifts her free hand up to Quinn's cheek, and then slips it around Quinn's neck. Santana doesn't want to let the blonde have all the control. Their tongues fight for dominance, but Santana quickly fails. Quinn pulls back and looks at Santana's face. Priceless.
Santana licks her lips. "Damn Fabray."
"Was it nice?"
"Can I take you somewhere? Please?"
"Home? No. Somewhere as in a date? Yes. I'm not saying anything is official but we can see where it goes." Quinn releases the girls hand and gets off of the desk and grabs her bag from the floor. She was about to leave, but Santana grabs her back by the hand and pulls her into one last kiss.
Santana looks into the hazel eyes and says "Fine with me."
She lets go of the blonde and watches her walk away, enjoying her view. Quinn moves the chair from under the handle. She reaches for the handle, about to leave, she turns around.
"See you around, Lopez."