A/N: This is my first story and English isn't my first language, so please be kind but also constructive criticism is welcomed. The school is loosely on a real boarding school in Switzerland, named 'Rosenberg Institute'. Thank you for giving my story a chance ^^

7 September 1955

Santana never liked the idea of boarding schools. She hated the thought of spending two years with white rich spoiled brats who believed all ethnic people were either criminals or maids, after all that's why she chose to go to her district's private school in the first place. Her family was rich even for white standards and a private school was the safer choice but at the same time she could be close to people like her from public schools of the era. But the attacks were more frequent now than ever, two of her classmates ended up in hospitals and by now it was clear that even her school wasn't safe anymore. Her family was legal and well respected but nothing mattered to the whites. A couple of months ago they shoot a friend of hers, Puck wasn't even black or Mexican; he was just a Jewish guy coming from a single parent home who was too poor to live in a 'whiter' place.

All that being said, it made sense that her parents were afraid. So, what did her father decided to do? Get her home schooled, or maybe move to a safer state? Hell no! He decided that a boarding school in Switzerland was the best choice. According to him, in Europe they were too busy recovering from WWII to bother with minorities, which was bullshit and they knew it. Her mom suggested that she could pretend to be Spanish but she was proud of her Puerto Rican heritage.

Right now she was walking inside that boarding school that looked like a mansion that belonged to a mad scientist from a horror flick she watched a while ago. She was surprised to see that she wasn't the only non white student here; she spotted five girls who seemed African American and some other who looked Arabian. She and her mother walked to the secretary as they were instructed. The woman was very polite and if she was a racist she didn't show it. She had to choose at least three extracurricular activities, two of them had to be sports; she chose tennis, fencing and chess. She also had to know at least one more language, she was fluent in French and Spanish was her second language. These were all the requirements and after she and her mom signed some paper and she was free to go.

After she said goodbye to her mom, the woman led her to her room. It was in the third building and fifth floor and she was to share it with other three girls of her age. Santana hoped that they were at least somewhat tolerable. She started settling down when the other girls returned from the dinner. The first one was short with dark hair; the other one was tall with light brown hair and the third one was blonde with bright green eyes.

"Hi are you our new roommate?" the first girl said with British accent. Santana nodded, trying her best not to be a bitch. "My name is Vivien" the girl continued with a big smile.

"Let me guess… Vivien Leigh?" the girl smiled again and nodded. She has heard that rich people name their kids after movie stars. Why is that?

"My name is Greta. I'm half Swedish" the second girl introduced herself with heavy accent.

"I'm Quinn and no, I'm not named after an actress" the last girl smiled and offered her hand. The girl looked her in the eyes with a look that meant to be intimidating.

"I'm Santana Lopez" she said without breaking the eye contact, she loved a challenge and she couldn't help but smile back daringly.

After a small pause Quinn said "You're a tough cookie, I think we'll get along", she noticed her biting her lips. After a moment she offered "Do you need any help with your things?"

"No, thanks" she smiled politely. With that Quinn went to her bed and started reading a book while Vivien and Greta gossiped about movie stars.

During breakfast her roommates, mostly Vivien and Greta, filled her in. What girls should she trust and what teachers are good, who aren't and where she could find cigarettes. She was the only person of color in her class but, according to Greta, that didn't mattered here, what it did was attitude, grades and the parents' status.

"The only good thing about this place is that they aren't train us to be somebody's wife." Quinn explained, talking for the first time since they arrived to the cafeteria. All morning she was reading her book.

Quinn impressed her. She was beautiful, maybe the most beautiful girl in this joint, she could easily rule the place but instead there she was sitting with three unpopular girls (something she was planning to change). Her eyes troubled Santana, they were so pretty, so unique but filled with such sadness and melancholy. "Is everything alright?" Quinn asked, making her realize that she was staring.

"What are you reading?"

"Giant" her eyes lit up "It is very interesting, you should read it. It's going to be a movie next year."

"James Dean and Rock Hudson" Vivien sighed with a dope smile on her face "It doesn't get any better than that"

"I don't like Rock Hudson" Greta commented and the topic shifted to hot Hollywood actors, again. Quinn went back to reading her book and Santana to pretending that she was paying attention while she was thinking about the mystery that is Quinn Fabray…

She was sharing her first period with Greta and other six people, two of them were male. They talked as much as they could until she couldn't control herself and asked "What is going on with Quinn? She's…"

"Distant? That's until you gain her trust. There's a lot going on with her life but you'll see. She'll grow on you eventually."

The truth is that she already had. She couldn't explain that weird warm feeling she got since they first talked and their eyes met. Well, that was a lie. She couldn't understand it the first time when she talked to Danielle, the same way she couldn't understand why she didn't enjoyed kissing or dating Puck. Until one night after returning from the movies Dani walked her into an empty park and kissed her on the lips, then everything made sense. Santana realized that she was attracted to Quinn and if she doesn't stop the attraction will grow into something more. Like it did with Dani…

For the rest of the week Santana tried to focus on getting used of this place and the idea of being locked up in a very beautiful prison. The school was co-educational but girls and boys were separated in different buildings, they shared some classes and ate together every Sunday. That was when Santana realized that Quinn had a boyfriend, or rather a fiancé, Biff McIntosh, old money and the handsomest boy in school. They looked so involved with each other that it seemed like they were living in their own special world and Santana couldn't stand it. Their eyes met only a couple of times and the blonde had an expression she couldn't read…

It was just a coincidence that she and Quinn had never been alone after that day; it wasn't like she was avoiding her per se. She just never tried to talk to her or get to know her and the more she didn't do these things the more she wanted to do them. But the problem with having roommates was that you couldn't avoid them forever. One night Greta was taking a shower while Vivien went to a secret date with her boyfriend, Quinn was reading another book and Santana was doing her homework. She heard a book closing and she knew that something was coming.

"Hey Santana, am I interrupting you?"Quinn spoke softly with her velvet voice that left Santana speechless, she shook her head "Did I do something wrong? Because if I did I'd like to know"

"No, why are you asking?"

"I feel like you don't like me…"

"It's not that. You're always on your little world, reading books. I didn't want to disturb you." It was a lie, a good one and she could get away with it until their eyes met. Santana wasn't sure how, but she could tell that Quinn knew she was lying. It was a strange moment; a kind of moment that movies are made of. She could feel a connection between them, a connection she couldn't understand or explain yet.

"Are you sure?"

"Totally and it's not like you tried to talk to me."

"Well you have a point." Quinn said and disappeared to her side only to come back a moment later "Here take this" she said handing her a book "It's Giant, I finished it yesterday. I thought that by giving you one of my books I am welcoming you into 'my world'."

Santana took it after a few seconds of hesitation. Their eyes met once again and she couldn't hold back a smile. This was one of the sweetest things that everyone has ever done for her.

After that moment their dynamic shifted. They were talking more and Quinn stopped reading books during their breaks, something that impressed Vivien and Greta. They spend most of their free time together, they shared the chess and fencing class and they always played against each other. Santana loved the competition; she was the only one who could challenge her. They were equals. They'd silently practice fencing for more that she thought she could handle and they could play chess for hours, sometimes even after class ended. During the game they would keep an intense eye contact or smile smugly after a smart move or they would throw witty one-liners to each other.

Even then Santana could tell that Quinn kept secrets from her, which actually made sense, she had her secrets too, but that didn't make her feel any better. The more she got to know her, the stronger her feelings were becoming. Every Sunday while she was with her fiancé their eyes would meet, she slowly began to realize what her looks meant; sadness, loneliness, like she didn't want to be there. If 'there' was the school or Biff, Santana didn't know yet…

By the beginning of October she realized that she was past the point where she could just ignore her feelings. Santana was stubborn and decided to do just that. So she started becoming the most popular dame in this joint, at first she talked to the girls that Vivien told her that they were more 'accepting' and then to their friends. She pretended to be sweet and nice for a couple of days until her real self couldn't take it anymore; she discovered that the more mean, sarcastic and tough she was the more popular she became. She knew that this wasn't because of her sparkling personality but because most girls feared her. Good. In just two weeks time she was the most popular girl next only to a girl named Tiffany. They hated each other's guts but still pretended to be friends.

With all that being said, she was guilty of ignoring her first friends and roommates. The only time they spend together was late at night and even then they were all tired. Greta and Vivien didn't show how much it bothered them, so Santana pretended everything was normal. But Quinn had no problem showing how angry she was, not only during fencing class, so Santana realized it was time to fix this.

One night they were all doing their homework except from Santana and she decided to finally finish Giant. When she did, she took a deep breath and walked to Quinn's side. "Q, I finished the book." Santana knew that the blonde was dying to talk about it.

"Finally!" the girl answered with a hostile voice and grabbed the book.

"Excuse me? What the hell is wrong with you?" she was pissed off.

"What is wrong with me? Are you serious?" Quinn replied. She closed her book and got up "You had been ignoring us the moment you started talking with all these so called 'rich spoiled girl' you so much hated"

"I hate to break it to you blondie but people usually have more than three friends you know."

"Right" Quinn left a dried laugh "Because all these girls are your real friends and they never whisper behind your back."

"That is rich coming for you Fabray!" she yelled "Why did you give me this book? Because it showed Mexicans like decent people. You wanted prove to yourself that you're open minded and nothing like your parents, or something just as white. Well, guess what it didn't work because if you had ever bothered to ask you would know that I'm not Mexican, I'm Puerto Rican. Yes, there's a difference"

"You have no idea what you're talking about, I just wanted you to be part of my life but screw it. In case you haven't noticed the only person in this room that has a problem with your race is you." Quinn screamed

Santana rolled her eyes because that was some bullshit and took a deep breath "Fine. Then let me tell you what your fucking problem is! You are the most sad and fucking lonely person in this god forsaken place. You hate your life so much that you're trying to run away from it with all these books, but you can't. No matter what the fuck you do you can't run away from yourself and that kills you. That's the reason you only have two friends and a rich boyfriend that you obviously don't love!"

She felt a strong strike against her cheek, Quinn had slapped her and it hurt, a lot. That moment she lost every bit of self control and the girls must've sensed it "What the fuck, you bitch?" she yelled and she felt two hands holding her back. She didn't get to slap her back but she managed to push her with all her strength, throwing her into the floor.

"Don't you dare do that ever again" Vivien said with a surprisingly calm voice that didn't lacked passion. She helped Quinn get up and she took her to the bathroom. When the door closed she felt Greta's hand releasing her.

"I love how you didn't stop her from slapping me" she commented while she eagerly searched for her cigarettes.

"It's different…" Greta said with a weird tone in her voice.

"Yeah, I'm sure it is…" she bitterly said as she grabbed her things and left.

The next couple of weeks were tense to say at least, Santana avoided being into her room as much as possible. She had to remain partners in fencing class with Quinn but their fights were more intense than ever, the teacher had to separate them at more than two occasions. Santana thought that being enemies with Quinn would make things easier; that would make her feeling go away. It was the opposite actually, she could barely function without her and surprisingly there was another reason too. She knew that from the two sides she was the most at fault. She couldn't help it, she was always defensive. Quinn's rejection and truth bombs were too much for her and she had snapped. She knew that she was the one who should apologize but once again she was too stubborn to do that.

One Sunday her class was at the ski resort, the one they visited every two weeks. Santana hated skiing and loved smoking; she decided to go to a secluded era to smoke without risking the chance to be caught. She started smoking when she heard moans that seemed to belong to two men. She went to see if everything was fine, praying that nobody had hurt because she really needed to smoke. Santana's eyes widened when she saw one guy on his knees giving another one a blowjob. She knew both of them, the one on his knees was a German guy and the other one was Sebastian Smythe.

"Hello there, sorry to interrupt" she said with a smug smile.

"Oh my god, please don't tell anyone" the German says when he became… decent.

"Eric, leave us alone" Sebastian said while looking at her intimidating. If he was scared he didn't show it "I know you, Santana Lopez. Many guys want to fuck you. What do you want, money to feed the rest of your family?"

"Shut up, I pay the same tuition fees as you. No, I don't want your money" she smiled and went closer to him "If you want you and your boyfriend to…"

"He's not my boyfriend!"

She rolled her eyes "Right, he slipped and accidentally swallowed your cock…"

It was his turn to roll his eyes "Of course I love fucking men. He's more like, my one night boyfriend."

He wasn't emotionally attached to anyone and was too in love with himself "Anyway, I don't give a shit. Two things, first you stop that Mexican whore bullshit."

He smiled smugly "I'll try my best. What's your second demand for your silence?"

"You'll see in a while. For now just remember my name" she winked and turned around to leave him alone with his pants down. Truth was that she had nothing in mind but they were both gay in a heterosexual world, that could help her a lot.

After that incident she moves on like nothing happened. She spends the rest of October trying to get over that fight, to pretend that Quinn, Vivien and Greta were never her friends. Quinn's words were echoing in her mind because the more time she spent with her new friends the more she realized that her roommates were her only true friends. Something encouraging happened, Quinn who was in horseback-riding class moved to her tennis class. They didn't talk or anything, they would still share some glares but something in her eyes told Santana that probably the blonde had missed her too.

By the last days of October she couldn't take it anymore, she had to listen to two of her 'friends' talking about how much they loved their Mexican maids and their food, until she excused herself and left the table. She walked to her room, cleared her throat and hesitantly started talking "So, I… I wanted to do something I haven't done since I was 5. I'd like to apologize for what I said, they were wrong and out of line. I'd like us to be friends again..." after a long pause she added "Right. So, I'm going to grab my matches and go for a smoke now."

She went to the balcony of an abandoned room in the same floor, the only place she could smoke. Santana just started smoking her second cigarette when she heard some footsteps behind her. She turned around to see Quinn coming her way and then sitting next to her.

"Hi" Quinn said trying to break the uncomfortable silence "Apology accepted. It's my turn to apologize, I shouldn't have lost my cool and honestly I should've talk to you the moment I realized what bothered me. And for the slap, I'm sorry too, violence is never the answer."

"Q, stop apologizing. We both did some terrible thing that night. We were both on our periods probably" she joked to make things lighter.

"I weren't…"

"Oh, you just ruined a perfect excuse!" they both laughed "But seriously, you were mostly right. When I'm wrong I turn into a super bitch."

"I do too, you know. You were right about a lot of things too that night. I have made some terrible choices that I have to live with, books are my only escape."

"There's nothing wrong with that, it could even be cool if it weren't so white"

"White is bad huh?" Quinn asked smiling "You aint wrong, history agrees with you"

"Not just history, I mean I don't know how long you live outside the states but things are horrible there. If you're anything but white your life is in danger."

"If you don't mind my asking, did anything happen to you?"

Santana nodded "It was during summer, I was returning from a movie with a friend of mine. I left her home and I decided to follow a shortcut because it was late. Then I got jumped by two white guys. They were planning to attack me and maybe do something more. They'd have succeeded if it weren't for my ex almost boyfriend returning from work. I haven't told anyone this, I didn't want to worry my family and I didn't want to be send to a god forsaken boarding school in Europe" she joked. Quinn hands were in her mouth her eyes were watering "Relax Q. Safe and sound, as you can see. Puck beat them up; they only managed to slap me twice. White boys are weak, your slap hurt more than theirs…" she noticed that Quinn was ready to probably apologize so she added "Enough about me. It's bonding time. Tell me your sob story…"

Quinn hesitated for a second but then decided to trust her "You know, the usual, two parents from Connecticut who treat their daughters as a price to sell to rich families. That's why I'm engaged to a man I don't love" Santana was right then, Quinn indeed didn't love Biff "I know I shouldn't complain but just the thought of him touching me is making me sick. My mom says I will eventually love him but that's not enough, I want to be in love with the person I'll spend the rest of my life with."

"Why don't you just ditch the guy? You can postpone the wedding until you're eighteen and then I can threaten them about my connections to the mafia" she offered.

"That's another story, I'll tell you eventually." Then they heard a familiar voice informing them that the light will be off in five minutes. "We should go" she said and offered her hand. When they got up Quinn didn't let go of her hand but instead she held her stronger. When they were outside their dorm room Quinn turned to her "Santana please tell me you were joking about the mafia connections…"

"I don't know Q" she smiled "Slap me again and you'll find out…"

"You aren't serious, are you?" Quinn asked looking a little scared. Santana shrugged and a moment later they started laughing out loud, both relieved that they were friends again. Santana didn't want to think about the future. Because they were all friends again and she felt like she was closer to Quinn than ever before. Honestly, that was good enough for now.

She spends the next days with her roommates in the breaks. It felt like nothing had changed, almost like the past month never happened. She talked with Vivien and Greta like usual while Quinn silently read her book and for the first time Santana didn't mind. She felt the blonde's eyes on her a couple of times but every time she turn to her she seemed concentrated on her book. "Come on, ask me" Santana dared her.

"Ask you what?" Quinn questioned but she had arched her perfect eyebrow in a way she showed she understood her.

"Don't play stupid. I know that you've been dying to ask this question for half a month now!"

Quinn bit her lips looked her in her eyes and sighed in defeat "Alright… What do you think about the book?"

With that all the girls laughed. Santana didn't mind Quinn silently reading her book but honestly? Looking at Quinn's eyes filled with so much passion about something, treating their conversation like it was the only thing that mattered in this world, laughing with her, nodding with excitement when Santana said something she agreed and Quinn listening to her and respecting her opinions? That was her new favorite thing in the world.

She decided to sit with her other friends on Halloween. The table was tense at first but she decided to ignore it, these girls were too chicken to say something anyway. Except for Tiffany of course, they were talking about where they'll go during Christmas break. "One of my roommates, Greta, has offered me to visit her home in Sweden, it's about 10 miles from Stockholm but I'm not sure if I'll go."

"I see you started hanging out with Greta and her friends again…" Tiffany commented with her usual snobbish voice.

Santana, never the one to back out from a challenge or apologize for her actions, answered "As a matter of fact I do and it's none of your business Tiffany."

"Actually it is Lopez! These girls are scum and you are ruining our reputation by hanging out with them" Tiffany had said that many times in the past but Santana never asked why and she never defended them.

"Stop calling them that. You lost the right to judge anyone the moment you were named after a jewelry shop in New York!"

"Yes but at least I don't tolerate sinful sluts like Quinn Fabray, or anyone who protects them, like you do!"

"Don't you dare calling her slut!" she got up and so did Tiffany.

"How would you call an underage unmarried girl who's pregnant?" she whispered slowly in her ear.

"What?" Santana froze in the spot and felt all the color leaving her body. She didn't want to accept it but she knew Tiffany was telling the truth. Everything made sense now, why Quinn was a loner, why the girls were so protective of her, why she went to the toilet so often and why she ditched the horseback-riding class. She had convinced herself that Quinn was just a weak white girl but now she realized that deep down she knew the truth. She turned to see Quinn's belly from the other side of the room, it wasn't really noticeable yet, but it was there. They made an eye contact and Quinn seemed to realize what she had just found out.

Tiffany laughed sarcastically and talked a little bit louder now "Of course they haven't told you or maybe they did, but you were too busy cleaning their room!"

"What the fuck did you just said you fucking bitch!" she pushed her and they start pulling each other's hair. The teachers had to separate them by grabbing their ears like they were kids.

"Lopez, Anderson that's enough! In detention room now and you are forbidden to leave the school grounds this Sunday!" a teacher told them.

She spends the rest of her Saturday in detention; the longest hours of her life. After dinner they were both called to the principal's office to listen to her preaching about almost an hour, then they had to apologize for their behavior and finally had to hear their parent yelling at them from the phone. They still weren't allowed to leave the school property the next day.

The next day she overslept, she actually heard the girls waking her up but she ignored them. To be honest, she wasn't in the mood to face them. She felt hurt that they hide such a big secret from her, the rational part of her knew that up until a few days ago they weren't close enough but still she couldn't help but feel betrayed. It was also very hypocritical; she hadn't told them her biggest secret. The only person who knew the truth was Dani, the girl she loved back in Ohio who almost dated and made loved to until she panicked by the truth and run away. Truth seemed to be Santana's biggest fear, maybe that's also Quinn's…

Santana went for breakfast when everyone else had left. She had finished all her homework last day in detention, so she had nothing to do. She took a long shower and 'borrowed' Vivien's newest Elvis vinyl to listen to while she read some celebrity magazines. An hour later she saw Quinn walking in, "What? You didn't except me here?"

"No, I mean, I know what a religious freak you are."

"You didn't have to get into a fight because of me" Quinn said as she sat next to her in the bed.

"Oh no I didn't because of you but because she called me your maid. You didn't have to ditch church because of me"

Quinn lifted her eyebrow and said "I didn't go because I was bored and I faked being sick. I could also use the money my parents gave me to donate to the poor."

"You are such an immoral person young lady" Santana faked their principal's accent. Quinn laughed and for some reason she seemed relieved.

"Sorry I didn't tell you earlier, I wish you didn't have to find out this way." Quinn said after a moment.

"I wish that too but I totally understand. I mean until recently we were fighting; you couldn't have been like 'Hey I know we currently hate each other but guess what? I'm pregnant!' And honestly, your secret your choice."

"It's not just that, I like to ignore it and pretend that this isn't happening. I was afraid that if you knew the truth… you wouldn't want us to be friends"

"That's what you think of me?" Santana asked. She was somewhat insulted but she couldn't blame the girl. "Don't worry, I'm joking. Seriously now, how Tiffany, of all girls, knows the truth?"

"Up until last year I was the most popular girl in our class and, like you did, I pretended to be friends with her." they both rolled their eyes "Everything was fine and dandy until the engagement between Biff and I was announced. She always had feelings for him and after that moment we became sworn enemies. Now, I have no idea how she found out about my pregnancy but I'm not surprised she knows."

"Your parents know about the pregnancy?"

"No" she said and after a long pause she took a deep breath she asked "I know I can completely trust you but can you promise me that you'll not tell anyone the truth?"

Santana nodded and let Quinn talk. "As I have said my parents only saw us as a way to get richer and when then McIntosh's son showed an interest in me I was doomed. I never liked Biff, I thought he was totally obnoxious and obviously a ladies' man. When I talked to my parents about my thoughts they dismissed me and then I got rebellious. I always liked our gardener, Finn, he's not very attractive, he's very naïve and simple, he was everything I needed so we started t secretly dating. On 27th of August, three days before school started, while my parents went to the opera we got drunk and we ended up having sex without condoms. When I realized what happened I had to repeat the act but with Biff this time."

"What happened next?"

"I told him the truth and he had no other choice but take full responsibility for his actions. We are like partners now, we both don't want to get married and have kids."

Santana was filled with sadness, she wanted to do nothing but kiss Quinn, to take her hand and go somewhere where nothing else matters but them. She noticed the girl's eyes filled with unshed tears and she couldn't help but hug her, she felt Quinn relaxing in her arms. After Quinn pulled away Santana said, mostly to herself, "You'll keep the baby and marry Biff."

She felt Quinn's eyes staring deeply into hers and she replied "No". Santana felt confused about the answer but she didn't break the eye contact. Something changed in her expression, there was a mix of hopelessness, fearlessness and determination in her eyes.

It took Santana a couple of moments until she realized what Quinn meant "Do you plan to have an, you know what… It's illegal, dangerous, very painful and totally against your religion."

"I know all that Santana and I don't care. As selfish and terrible as this is going to sound, I love myself more than I'll ever love my religion. No one is going to stop me."

"I wasn't going to stop you. I can come with you if you want, I mean I've seen that… surgery" Santana took a deep breath and explained "Puck's mom is a nurse but also very poor, so she performs them for extra cash. We were both curious, so one time Puck and I secretly watched. Lemme tell you something, he stopped asking me to have sex with him for a week!"

"You don't have to come, I'm sure one time was traumatizing enough."

"I'd like to. I'm serious."

Quinn bit her lips "Well, only if you want to. I mean, you're 100% better choice than Biff."

"Of course I am! Look at me; I'm hotter than Rita Moreno! Wait, Biff knows about your plan?"

"It was his idea actually. When he told me during our flight to Switzerland I slapped him square in the face. It took me days to realize that it was our only choice. I'll perform it in a week from now, during our skiing trip, we arranged everything perfectly."

"Isn't a week too early?"

"No. I'm in my 9th week. In three weeks I'll complete my first trimester, then it'll be too late." She said and looked down; she didn't want Santana to see how afraid she was.

"Does anyone else know the whole truth?" Santana asked while she tried to think about ways to change the subject.

Then Quinn lifted her head again and looked Santana in the eyes "No. You are the only one."

By the way she said those words and by the way her voice changed as she starred deeply into her eyes, Santana knew that there were more in those words than Quinn let on.

Santana knew that feeling. She had it when, about a year ago, Dani told her how pretty she looked and that they should go to the movies alone sometime. It was like they had acknowledged that something was different without actually using any words. It was the same feeling but everything was different. The closer they were getting to Sunday the more difficult and distant Quinn was. She couldn't blame her, not at all.

Vivien and Greta seemed relieved when Santana announced that she would go with Quinn to the doctor. While the girls totally supported her choice, it was pretty clear that they didn't approved. According to Quinn, Greta offered to go with her only to be polite. The dynamic within the group had changed too, there weren't any secrets anymore and everything was out in the open.

Once a month, from October until May, the school had a special Saturday when they would take the students out to the nearest town to see proper, educational film (Quo Vadis now). This time Vivien, Greta and Santana decided to prepare a special night for Quinn. They all knew her passion for Hitchcock films and she had yet to see his latest one 'To Catch a Thief' with Cary Grant and Grace Kelly and there was a screening at the same time in the same cinema. Vivien made the perfect plan: they will sit in the last row near the toilets and about an hour in they would ditch the place. Quo Vadis was three hours long so there was enough time to watch the other film and come back for the ending.

On Saturday, Quinn seemed happy at the thought of finally watching the film that she almost forgot what next day would bring. In the breakfast she didn't even brought a book with her. When the evening came they managed to sit in the back row as planned and Quinn visited the toilet only once, they had to watch for an hour a roman guy falling for the Christian slave. Then they slowly they got up, first Quinn, then her, Greta and finally Vivien. As they walked out they heard one of their teacher's voice, Quinn and Santana ran but the girls didn't follow. They went to the toilets to put some make up on to make themselves look older; thankfully they weren't wearing their uniforms but their classiest dresses. They waited for another ten minutes and decided to leave.

Everything worked as planned, they sat again in the back row and thankfully there were only about ten people, Grace Kelly appeared about five minutes after they came. It was the first time she watched her on the screen and she finally realized why all the guys wanted to be with her and all the girls to be her. She turned to look at Quinn and how she was lost in her own world and realized that Grace was almost nothing compared to the girl next to her.

"What?" she asked her barely taking her eyes from the screen. Her voice sounded lighter than ever before.

"Nothing" she said and with that Quinn turned her attention to her and lifted her eyebrows like saying 'seriously'. "Fine, it's stupid. Has anyone ever told you that you look like Grace's twin?"

"Every guy who wanted to sleep with me"

Santana wanted to hide her inner freak out "Well it's different now because…"

"Because you don't want to sleep with me?" she interrupted her with a raspy voice and a devilish grin. She was shocked and at a loss for words because it looked like Quinn was, not so subtly, flirting with her.

As Santana was ready for a nice reply they got distracted by the audience who gasped in surprise. They turned to see Grace kissing Cary and then closing the door, she looked stunning while doing it. "What the hell? That came out of nowhere."Quinn said at the screen, Santana couldn't agree more…

After a while Santana start losing interest, the film was decent but not her thing. She spent her time mostly admiring Grace Kelly's face, and Quinn's from time to time, until she yawned. "Are you bored?"

"No just a little bit tired" Quinn didn't look convinced but she let it go.

"France sure looks pretty. I always wanted to visit places Cannes or Monte Carlo. I mean, even something as simple as a picnic looks great there."

"Q you're only 16, you'll go someday, maybe with your parents or your second husband and your spoiled brats."

"No, you know what I want, you and me there, maybe Greta and Vivien too. Think about it, silly girls having fun because they have no other worries in the world."

Santana smiled and finally met Quinn's eyes "You do know that the girls would ditch us to search for movie stars."

"It sounds just like them, and we would be stuck with each other."

"Oh come on you love the idea."

"I do."

"It's weird, come to think about it, we met almost two months ago and it feels like we know each other forever" Like she couldn't live without her Santana thought

"Time passes slowly in this cage that our parents like to call school. As much as I hate the place I'm glad I'm here, because of it I've met you. I don't know how to explain this but you seem to be everything I ever wanted in my life." she confessed leaving Santana a little bit speechless.

Quinn, while she tried to hide it, was nervous. She waited for an answer but Santana was never good with words. Santana decided to risk everything and she got closer to the girl, their lips were a few inches apart until they almost touched. She didn't make the next move, wanting to give Quinn the chance to avoid it or turn her down politely. Instead she felt Quinn closing the distance and kissing her.

Santana have never felt like this before, she had no idea she could feel this way. Like the time had stopped, they were all alone in the world and everything was making sense. The thought of Quinn not only just feeling the same way as her but also kissing her back with such a pure passion was driving her crazy. It was a simple kiss, they didn't even try to deepen it, but it was perfect. Santana felt like she could explode from happiness and judging by the look in Quinn's eyes as she reluctantly pulled back, she felt the same way too.

The moment was over and they were both trying to catch their breaths. They both tried to find the right words to say but they couldn't. Only then Santana remembered that they weren't alone, she checked to see if anyone had noticed but they were all mesmerized by the film's scenery and actors. When she turned to Quinn again she saw the girl looking back at the screen with a big smile on her face that she couldn't hide. She took the blonde's hand in hers and she returned to the movie but she couldn't pay any attention.

They don't talk for a while until a scene in which the actors were watching the fireworks and heavily flirted with each other. The scene ended with them kissing and a close up of the fireworks. Quinn turned to her "Do you know what fireworks symbolize in movies?"

Santana nods "Orgasms."

Then the girl looks at her with a devilish grin and whispers in her ear "Multiple orgasms."

Quinn Fabray was going to be the end of her…

A/N: The second chapter is named Forbidden Fruit ;) Thank you somuch for reading my story