Quinn sat at the foot of my bed, hugging her knees into her chest. She looks like she's depressed. Her blond hair is a mess, her face is flushed. She's still beautiful as ever, but a bit of a mess. At least she's not crying. Not yet. Honestly I couldn't stand to see her cry.
I guess, no, I know, she's upset because she's been thinking way too much lately. I guess this whole "trying to figure out what our sex means" thing is bringing her down. I know that's what she's thinking about. I can just tell.
"Do you want to talk or something?" I ask slowly, not really wanting to talk about it. But I don't want her to just keep it all bottled up either.
"What are we even doing, Santana?" she asks quietly. "What is this?"
"I was thinking it was a sort of friends with benefits thing. Like that movie with Ashton Kutcher and that girl from Black Swan…" I trail off and eye her.
"Yeah but don't they fall in love with each other?" she says. "Don't they end up together?"
"We're not a movie." I mutter. "Plus I don't want to date you."
"Wow, thanks San."
"What?" I pause, than slowly mutter. "It's not like you want to date me. Right…?" I've never felt so unsure. I'm always so confident… I always know what's going on, but I'm a little lost.
"I don't know what I want anymore." She says quietly. There's a pause and the room is silent, then she stands and dressed quickly. I watch her silently.
"Think what you want Quinn." I say at last, getting back on my game. "But we both know what this is really about. I know who I really want and so do you, and it's not each other."
She's standing at the door now, one hand on the knob, her head pointed towards the floor. I watch her, waiting. She truly is beautiful.
Finally, her head turns toward me and she smiles, and something inside me melts.
"Goodnight, Santana." And with that she is gone.