**This was only intended as a drabble, but the idea won't leave me alone so I may end up continuing.**
Quinn remembered the first time Santana climbed through her window in the middle of the night. She smelled like cigarettes and cheap beer, and hints of Puck's cologne. Tearstains marked her cheeks, though Santana would swear that was a lie.
The bed in Quinn's room would have easily slept three people but Santana stripped down to her underwear, stumbled over and slipped under the covers, clinging to Quinn like there was barely space for one. Soft hands stroked a mess of dark hair as sobs receded into slow, even breathing. It was moments like those that Quinn felt like she was seeing a part of Santana that nobody else knew.
In the morning she was gone. They didn't talk about it, and Quinn knew better than to bring it up.
Four nights later Santana was back in that same spot, smelling of beer and something a little sweeter, curled into Quinn's side and holding on as if letting go would mean the end of her. Only this time Quinn asked why.
When Santana looked up, it was with an expression that was unfamiliar. Under the glow of the moonlight filtering in through the window, Quinn saw her swallow hard and take a deep breath and suddenly all she knew was that Santana was kissing her. She felt the remnants of tears against her skin and all of the emotions Santana was going through in that moment, the love and the fear.
All too quickly the kiss was over, and Quinn opened her eyes to find Santana scrambling to put some distance between them. Still slow from the alcohol lingering in her system, she only managed to get as far as the edge of the bed before Quinn was behind her and clutching at her arm.
"Santana, wait," she pleaded. "It's okay."
Quinn could see her body shaking, wracked with silent cries, so she slid her arms around Santana's waist and rested her chin on her shoulder.
"Shh," she soothed, "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."
Through her tears, Santana whispered, "This isn't who I wanted to be."
"I know," Quinn said, placing a gentle kiss on the side of Santana's neck, "but I love you. No matter what."