AN: This is basically where I'm going to post drabbles/one shots etc that people have given me prompts for on tumblr
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This is for pensieri23 who wanted some fluff. I'm starting small to try and oil the wheels because as some of you may know, I'm much more at home with angst and heart ache :P
This is terrible and unbetad but it's a start haha.
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The walk from the VW bug to Santana's dorm was made in comfortable silence, even if her heart was racing a mile a minute. The night held so much she would never have expected but maybe she should have, it's not like she hadn't seen the brunette with her ex.
The adjustment was weird; they'd spent so many years as friends only to become some warped mix between that and more. It'd been unhealthy, the amount of time they'd spent with their heads buried deep beneath the sand and Quinn was happy to finally free herself from the confusion and truly experience Santana.
As the warm breeze blew comfortably through her hair; a hand grazed Santana's, her heart almost escaping her chest at the briefest of touches. She found her cheeks warming, a slow smile forming on her lips as she bashfully turned to look off at the distant soccer field in an attempt to hide from her date.
Before she even had a chance to calm the racing in her chest; Santana's fingers laced through her own, pulling to turn her, so they were facing one another. The breathy chuckle that fell from her friend's lips has Quinn's breath hitching, finding her mouth is suddenly far too dry to speak.
Santana looks calm and contented, like this is the easiest thing she's ever done and it leaves the ex-captain uneasy in her own mass of nerves. She's never felt so vulnerable, her heart feeling as though it could float off at any second. It's scary to think one person could make her feel so.. everything. There isn't a word that could describe the beautifully conflicting emotions that are swimming round inside her and even if there was, it could never do it justice.
She worried her lower lip, Santana stepping forward to close the distance, at such ease with her movements that the blonde simply lets her eyes flutter closed. The smell of familiar perfume sends a wave of calm over her as she bows her head to lean against her date's, the free hand finding itself on a slim waist.
Really, it doesn't make sense. Everything's been done backwards; from sleeping together after a long night of drinking to Santana finally relinquishing her insecurities and asking Quinn out on an official date. She shouldn't be feeling the swarm of butterflies that are currently inhabiting her stomach, not from such simple gestures that this doorframe has seen umpteen times over the past few months.
Still; her heart stuttered all the same as a soft hand caressed a cheek, hazel meeting chocolate through hooded lids before they glance down to full lips. Grip tightening on the fabric of her dress; their noses brush before their sweet, warm breath is mixing, being inhaled by the other, Santana's thick voice breaking the silence as she speaks softly, not wanting to lose the seemingly impenetrable bubble that's grown around them in this moment.
"..So, I can call you mine now?" Quinn's heart squeezed pleasantly at the words, sincerity evident in both the steady voice and warming eyes as she continued to search them besides. Their lips touched ever so slightly, the taller girl husking out a response before capturing a soft pillow between her own; her heart threatening to stop completely as her entire being felt like it was being run on adrenalin alone.
"I was always yours." Slender fingers tangled through blonde as Santana reunited their lips, Quinn's breath growing shallower the longer it continued. She couldn't help the smile that tugged on her lips only for it to widen as she felt Santana mirror the movement.
Oddly, this felt like the most intimate moment they'd shared, because despite the lack of bare skin; the night had seen them shed their deepest fears which they'd always help so tightly, instead, choosing to hold each other.
As they blindly found their way into the room, pausing every few steps as they got lost in one another, everything else was forgotten. The only thing that mattered was each other. They had finally dared to risk it all and now they lay half naked atop Santana's comforter, the brunette looking down into the eyes she'd been lost in so many times before, finally allowing the words she'd held back so many times to be breathed out.
"I love you."