A/N; Okay guys, I am so sorry it's been taking so long for me to update, it's just that my mom has been diagnosed with a tumor, and she can't work, so I've been picking up extra hours and it's fucking tiring and stressful, but writing is like a safe haven for me, so I WILL finish Quinntana Week.

I have also heard your praise and requests(: A lot of you want me to continue almost every entry I have written (and I suspect this entry will be no different), and I hope you all know that there are consequences to doing that as it takes awhile to update, and now there are a lot of stories to continue. However, I will continue them all just for you guys, so there will be surprise updates as soon as all of my entries are submitted. I can tell you that Take My Breath Away will be updated first though since I'm almost done writing the chapter.

Disclaimer: Lol dude, no.

Santana walks up the porch steps to the Fabray household. She always hates coming to the house, for some reason it gives her this anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach. It seems to plastic, to be honest.

She hikes up her the straps of her backpack and knocks on the door, hoping that it's not Mr. Fabray answering the door. The bigot. To her pleasant surprise, Judy opens the door and fawns over the cheerleader, knowing that Santana and her daughter have been close since the second grade, Santana has always been like a third daughter to her.

"Santana!" Judy wraps her in a hug. "I thought you and Quinnie study on Sundays?"

The Latina blushes slightly and smiles at the older woman. "Usually, yes, but I have to babysit tomorrow, and I was hoping Quinn had time to study today."

"Well," Judy clasps her hands together, "I'm sure she'll be happy to see you. She's up in her room."

Throwing a quick 'thanks' over her shoulder, she hops up the stairs and walks down the hallway leading to Quinn's room. As she moves closer, she hears indistinct talking coming from the blonde's room. It seems to be only Quinn's voice, almost like she's on her cell phone talking. Santana can't quite make out the words, so she slowly opens the door, not making a sound so she doesn't interrupt.

What she sees is not what she would expect. On the nightstand, a pyramid of Mountain Dew cans are stacked atop one another, and there are Dorito bags littered all over the bed and one bag sitting in between Quinn's crossed legs for easy access. She looks at Quinn who has her back turned as she faces her T.V. Headphones rest on the blonde's head as she shouts into the microphone about something called a 'Harvester' and to 'take cover'. Santana peers around Quinn's body to see what's on the T.V. and she sees Quinn controlling a character who is shooting as some giant flying bug thing.

The Latina clears her throat. "Hold on, mom. I'm about to win this round." Someone says something on the other line and Quinn responds with. "Uh, yes I am. I have, like, ten thousand more points that you." A pause. "It's not my fault my Soldier is better than your Infiltrator. Oh wait, yeah it is." The blonde laughs into the microphone. "Hey, there is no need for that language."

Santana stifles a laugh and that seems to grab the blonde's attention. Slowly, the gamer turns around and blanches at the sight of her friend. "Shit."

Shouts are heard coming from the headphones and Quinn glances at the screen again. Her character seems to be taking some damage, and the blonde looks back and forth between the screen and Santana before grabbing her controller and diving towards cover in the game. Santana takes a place on the bed next to Quinn and watches her play. Surprisingly, Quinn is really fucking good at the game. Every once and awhile, she'll bring up the point screen to make sure she's still in the lead, which she is, as she bombards the enemies with something that looks like grenades shooting from her gun.

"Last round, guys. We got this." Santana chuckles at the determination in Quinn's voice as she moves her character to what looks like a space parking lot. "Banshee! There's a banshee!" A loud screech is heard, and Quinn's character is sprinting towards another part of the map. "It's after me! Fucking kill it!" Her character spins around and is met with what Santana is guessing is a banshee about ten feet from it. She fires bullets and the grenade thing into it with the help of her teammates and it goes down quickly.

"How many?" Quinn asks into the microphone. "Eh, no problem." Her soldier starts running in and out of some kind of high tech trailer and when she emerges, Santana sees these giant animal things attacking what she assumes is Quinn's teammates. A few grenade shots later and the animals are down for the count. Quinn runs towards her team and revives them. "Get to the extraction point," she says, and Santana sees the other players running towards that space parking lot she saw earlier.

Once all four of them are there, the round ends with Quinn on top of the leader board. "Oh look, I won again." Santana hears jesting through her headphones and Quinn seems to be smiling at the people she's playing with. A genuine smile. "Hey, guys, I gotta go for a little bit. Rematch later?" A pause. "Okay, bye." Quinn exits the online lobby and takes off her headphones.

"Well," Santana begins, "that was…different."

"Shut up." Quinn nudges Santana's shoulder with her own. "I like video games, okay?"

"Yeah, no I get it. I just, didn't know. You never said anything."

Quinn shrugs. "I consider it my guilty pleasure. Like you and One Direction."

Santana points a finger at Quinn's nose. "You swore to never bring it up again!"

Quinn giggles and moves Santana's finger away from her face. "Fine, fine."

There's a long, albeit comfortable silence between the two. "So, anything else you would like to share?" It's a casual question, but Quinn, being Quinn, takes it to mean something way deeper.

"Nope, not at all." She flashes a grin, showing off her perfect teeth. Time to change the subject. "Why are you here? It's Saturday."

Santana narrows her eyes, knowing that Quinn is hiding something, but decides to play along. "Well, I have to babysit tomorrow, so I thought we'd study today. I mean," Santana says, pointing to the screen, "if you're not busy or anything."

The blonde shrugs. "They can wait."

"Mmmm, I dunno," Santana starts, "they seemed pretty lost without you."

Quinn blushes slightly. "Well… I am pretty great at it."

"And not very modest at all. So what's your other secret?"

"Okay, first of all, it's not even a secret." Quinn shuts her mouth as soon as she corrects her friend.

"First, you change the subject. Now, you're stalling. Don't get me wrong, it's cute and all, but seriously."

Again, Quinn blushes at her friend. It's always kind of been like that with Santana. A little flirty on Santana's side, and then Quinn would blush and move on with the conversation. However, Quinn seems to be completely oblivious to the fact that Santana is serious when it comes to flirting with Quinn. She's never been rejected or deterred, so she keeps it up until the blonde speaks up about it.

"Why do you do that?"

Santana shifts on the bed, trying to get a little more comfortable around all of the discarded chip bags. "Do what?" she asks, half-distracted as she starts to pick up the various wrappers and throw them in the trash.

The blonde winces somewhat, not exactly knowing how to broach the subject. How does she even begin to ask Santana about her effortless flirting, or if she even does it on purpose? How is she supposed to ask her best friend if it means a little something more without making everything between them awkward? The silent lasts past the point of it being comfortable, so Santana nudges her friend's shoulder with her own. "Earth to Fabray?" Quinn snaps out of her thoughts, and looks at her friend with a blank stare. "You were asking me something?"

"Oh, right. Uh…" she struggles for the proper words. "Can you give me a second?"

It is as if Santana's entire demeanor changes. Quinn has only asked Santana that twice in their eight years of friendship. The first time, it was to tell Santana about her weekly therapy sessions after Santana caught her making a bogus excuse one day. The second, it was to tell her what happened between her and Puck; how he got her drunk and she lost her virginity to him. Santana can only imagine what her friend is needing to talk about now. "Yeah. Yeah, Quinn. Take your time."

Santana pulls out her American Government assignment from her backpack, and begins to work on it. Every once and awhile, she'll look up and study the look of pure concentration on Quinn's face. Quinn opens her mouth to speak, only to snap it shut and shake her head, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. The longer the blonde is silent, the more anxious Santana gets, and the more she can't focus on her own work. At this point, she's spending more time staring at Quinn than actually working on her assignment, so she sets her work aside and pulls out her earbuds, itching to focus on anything except what feels like a rock in her stomach.

Before she is able to pop them in, Quinn speaks slowly through her sentence, as if she's still thinking of what word should come after the next. "When you…call me…um…'cute' and…stuff… Do you do it on purpose?"

Santana sighs, knowing that this conversation would come along sooner or later. To be honest, she thought it would have happened by now, but Quinn always seemed to shrug it off. She shrugs before speaking. "Not on purpose per se, but do I know what I'm doing? Yeah, I do. Do I mean it?" There's a small pause. "Yes. I do."

The blonde takes a deep breath before thinking of what to say next. She chooses all of her words carefully, as if it were a game of chess. "Why do you do it?"

"Because you're the only person I feel comfortable being honest with. Come on, Quinn, have you seen you? You're beautiful."

A blush creeps up both girls' cheeks. Santana's, being Latina, is harder to spot, but it's definitely there. Quinn clears her throat. "How do you see me?"

Santana starts to get nervous. Her palms become clammy and her mouth seems to dry up like a desert. She swallows a couple times, willing the dryness to subside so her voice isn't coarse. "I see you as you are." The Latina high-fives herself mentally in her triumph of her cryptic answer.

Her triumph doesn't last long, however, when Quinn crosses her arms. "That's not what I meant and you know it."

Now, she slumps in defeat and sighs, knowing she has to tell her before everything goes to hell and a screaming match begins. "Okay, okay." Now it's Santana's turn to search her mind for words. "I'm not exactly sure when or how, but you became the person who means everything to me. I don't know if some wires got crossed along the way, but 'friend' just doesn't cut it for you anymore." Quinn looks down at her hands as she fiddles her thumbs. Never in her life has she been on the receiving end of any kind of praise or kindness like this. "Look, you really do mean a lot to me. More than you probably should, but I can't help how I feel. You of all people should understand that you can't help who you…" A pause, "develop feelings for." Let's not drop the L-bomb yet, Santana thinks to herself as she finishes her sentence. "I see you as…" she struggles for the right word, but nothing comes to mind, just blankness. "More," she settles on.

Quinn rubs her face with her hands. Her mind is spinning, and she doesn't know what to do or say. She feels a rush of panic over losing her best friend over all of this, and she refuses to let that happen. "Santana, I…" she begins, voice rough.

Quickly, the cheerleader interjects, "I'm not expecting you to feel anything even remote to how I feel." A sigh of relief comes from the blonde. "I just want us to stay the same, okay? I refuse to give up eight years of friendship over this."

A smile emerges on Quinn's face, happy that she and Santana are pretty much of one mind. She quickly narrows her eyes. "You're still going to flirt aren't you?"

"If I didn't, then it wouldn't be the same." She winks, and turns her attention to the T.V. "Lemme watch you kick some alien ass now."

Quinn blushes yet again and picks up her controller. "You gonna make me listen to One Direction?"

Santana already has her phone out. "Hells yeah. It's what you get for putting me through that."

A/N: Them reviews though. I live for them, and they have been making me feel really good in these tough times. I love you, darlings!

BONUS POINTS TO WHOEVER CAN GUESS WHAT GAME SHE'S PLAYING.