A/N: First of all, I love Quinntana week and I technically wouldn't have known when it was without an invite to write for it, so I'm super honored. Anyways, I hope these are all good because all of your reactions and responses really make my day and blah blah blah let's get to some Quinntana.

Day 1: Quinntana Begins

Rating: K+ (I don't think there's one curse word in this one. Weird)

Summary: Santana had goals for this summer and that included going to some dumb cheerleading camp and proving her worthiness of becoming a Cheerio. They didn't include meeting the most perfect person ever.

(Wow, summaries are just not my thing)

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Santana smiled as she threw her bag over her shoulder. The camp seemed to smile back at her and if she didn't detest the outdoors, she would have took a deep smell of the opportunity in front of her.

Who would have thought that Santana Lopez would be going to cheerleading camp? A year ago, not her. But once she found out that the high school that she was going to had the top cheerleading team in the state and the only way she would be able to get on that team freshmen year would be to get on the good side of the head coach at this camp, she saved the date.

Santana never really wanted to be a cheerleader, but she appreciated the easy popularity that came with it. Sure, it took a lot of effort into bribing to her parents to convince them to let her go here and sure her older brothers were going to tease her about it for weeks but apparently it was going to be worth it.

She walked confidently through the camp, eyeing up each of the girls and seeing which one would be competition.

Santana laughed to herself as she passed the seventh girl who could barely walk by herself. She was about to rock this camp.

A loud voice called everyone over and Santana tried to get as far as possible to the front. In the middle, stood a tough looking blonde woman yelling through a megaphone, "Welcome! This is the official cheerleading camp of the Cheerios! Some of you will prove something of yourselves while the others will have to embrace the losers that you truly are!"

"Now before we begin," she continued, "I want to weed out the weaklings. I want you to do a few tumbles and such. This current Cheerio, whose name I forgot but I remembered enough to ask her to come do labor for me, will give you an example of what I want. Commence!"

A girl in a red and white cheerleading outfit stepped from out of the crowd and started to do a round off followed by an arial and then finished with a triple backwards handspring. It was quite simple really, Santana could do it in her sleep, but she didn't want to be the person who had to go first.

The woman pointed to a small red headed girl and commanded her to go. The girl cowered in fear before starting her tumbles and didn't do half bad. The woman commanded her to stand over to the side and gave her an congratulations that sounded more like an insult than anything.

The next girl wasn't so lucky and failed to land the handspring correctly. The woman pointed her to the other side and didn't try to hide her insults.

The next set of girls went by and it was hit or missed really. A lot of them came with no experience at all and Santana almost caught second-hand embarrassment every time the woman yelled at them and sent them over to the "loser" side.

Only a few had impressed Santana so far, like a lanky blonde who had done a warm up dance before completely acing the whole thing. She didn't consider her to be competition, but just a breath of fresh air after all the nervousness from the other girls.

"You!" The woman pointed to Santana, "You're next."

Santana smirked, because it was her time to shine and she strutted her way to place to start. She took a deep breath before beginning and leaped. It took a while but as her hands left the grass for the final time, she had known that she had owned it. She stuck it and turned to the woman, who just nodded her head and pointed her finger towards the "winner" side.

Honestly Santana wanted a bit more, but she's glad that she even made it. She walked over to the group and watched as the next girl took to the starting place.

This girl stood up straight as she tightened her blonde pony tail. She had no expression on her face and it immediately intrigued Santana. Was she nervous? Excited? Did she not care? Then the girl started to move and it startled the Latina. She was flawless in every toss and turn. Her jumps were perfect enough for her not to over do any flip and- Was she going in slow motion? As the girl tucked passed Santana, she swore that she felt the air from her pony tail whip her in the face.

Then she landed the last step and Santana felt herself get dizzy. The girl was gorgeous. Perfect in every way and Santana's face got warm as she scanned her perfectly sculptured face.

Santana didn't know if she was gaga over this girl or what, but what she did know was that she was pissed off. She had felt things for girls before but if there had been more girls like this around she probably wouldn't have been able to keep her feelings under control for so long. Who the hell did this girl think she was? Being all this?

"Good," the woman said, "Winner's side."

Good? Santana almost laughed. That girl was more than "good," she was amazing.

The girl walked over to the side and stood next to Santana. It took all of the dark haired girl's might not to look at the blonde next to her, so she turned away and folded her arms. Maybe if she could pull off being a bitch, then maybe no one will know that she about died over that girl.

"Okay ladies," the woman said after the final girl finished her tumbles, "Now that you're split up, I'll have an easier time. Winner side, go and pick out cabins and be ready for vigorous work outs tomorrow so that we can lose some of that baby fat!"

She turned to the other side, "For the rest of you, call home and a ride. You've been cut!"

Lots of groans and cries filled the air and Santana started walking toward the bunkers before she could get a eye full of that perfect girl again.

She walked into the first bunker and met her roommate for the next couple of weeks, that lanky blonde from earlier whose real name was Brittany.

The week had passed by in a flash and vigorous work out was the key word for everyday. It was horrible, but it wasn't the only thing that Santana complained about everyday. It was usually about the perfect girl, whom was actually called Quinn Fabray she soon learned, and how she was good at everything. Not just tumbling, but running and cheers and everything. It was exhausting.

Brittany, who was like the best friend that Santana had never had, had guessed Santana's crush by the next day of camp. She promised not to tell anyone, but teased Santana every chance that she got. In return, she got an earful of Santana complaining about Quinn in the middle of the nights or in the middle of the days or in the earliest of mornings.

The thing that made it worse was the fact that Santana didn't know if she wanted to jump on her or actually jump her. Quinn was competition no matter what, and so Santana would try to as work as hard as she could to get as good as Quinn. Or run harder so that she could get in front of Quinn. Or practice routines over and over so that she could dance with Quinn.

It was the middle of the second week when they were all having a race hosted by that Cheerio girl that Santana had yet to try to find out the name of. Sue, the cheerleading coach, had not known about it, so they were all having way more fun than usual. Win or lose, they were all having more fun than they have been having for the past week.

Santana didn't plan to participate, the whole thing sounded stupid if no one was going to get anything for winning. That was until she found out that Quinn was going to race next. Something in her mind thought that it may be a good idea to race against her, just to see if she could beat her. Brittany gave her a knowing smirk as she volunteered to go against the perfect blonde.

They got into starting positions and Santana sneaked a peak at the girl next to her. Yet again, Quinn had no expression on her face, way too focused to peak a slight emotion. Santana quickly turned away, feeling her face get warm again.

The signal was set off and they both tore at the ground at a set speed. Santana was surprised that Quinn was already going so fast, but kept up with her. They ran, neck and neck with on another and Santana swore she saw Quinn panic a look at her. They never lost speed as they quickly approached the finish line and Santana finally took a breath as they crossed it.

It was a tie. Santana rolled her eyes as she sat down on the ground and tried to catch her breath.

"Santana!" A voice that she had never heard before called. She looked up to see a angry Quinn yelling at her breathlessly. Santana's eyes went wide, because not only was Quinn talking to her, but the girl knew her name.

"Are you listening to me?!" Quinn snapped and woke up Santana.

"Uh. No," Santana said honestly because she wasn't even sure if she was listening to her at this moment.

"Then I'll repeat myself," Quinn leaned closer down to Santana, "Do you think you're better than me?!"

Santana blinked her eyes, "What?"

"Are you mental?" Quinn stood up straight and shook her head.

Santana scrunched up her face and tried to process that the girl was trying to insult her, "Seriously?"

"Well you don't seem to be responding properly," Quinn raised an eyebrow.

Though that eyebrow thing was completely adorable, Santana can't let just anybody come at her like this. Not even if they're perfect Fabray, so she stood up and put on her game face, "Look here, Fabray. Don't come up to me and ask if I think I'm better than you because you'd have to be mental not to think that."

"I actually came over here to tell you that you're not even close to being as good as me, no matter how hard you try over practice," Quinn teased and Santana mentally kicked herself for making it that obvious that she was trying hard to be as good as Quinn.

Santana recovered quickly and gave her shit eating smile, "Wow, are you that self conscious that you can't even focus on yourself during practice. Surprise surprise, the fake blonde has self confidence problems!"

Santana was just pulling stuff out of her ass, but it seemed to work as Quinn's face flashed emotions before she turned and walked away.

Santana watched her walk away before kicking the dirt under her shoe for messing up any possible relationship she could have had with this girl. She looked up to the sky and whined.

Days had passed by and Quinn steered clear of Santana no matter what they were doing. Sure, since their skill level was pretty equal they were placed in a few things together, but afterwards there would be no words, no glances, no anything. By the third and final week, Santana had given up, not like she had tried that hard in the first place.

It was the final day and everyone was hanging out and celebrating that they were all in good views with Sue, and if they were going to McKinley high like Santana then they had a spot on the Cheerios for sure.

Sure, after the first cuts there wasn't many girls left over, but everyone thought it wasn't short of a miracle that they got on the team.

Santana was busy looking for Brittany, who said to meet her at the docks that no one was ever allowed to go to. Santana walked onto the wooden dock, seeing the blonde sitting at the edge with her feet in the water but stopped once she noticed that it wasn't the blonde she was looking for.

Quinn looked over her shoulder, having heard Santana walk up behind her and sighed once she saw her, "Santana."

"Quinn," Santana stood on the spot next to the girl, "Can I sit?"

"Whatever." Quinn shrugged as she looked back to the water.

Santana sat next to her and dipped her toes in the lake, "So, uh, do you like the water-"

"Do you hate me?" Quinn asked suddenly.

"No," Santana responded just as quickly, because how could she ever?

"It's just that you been trying to out do me on everything and I just thought," she looked down, "I thought that maybe you might hate me."

Santana watched her for a moment considering what to say. If Quinn had been anybody else she would have made up a lie to make them feel better but that wasn't how this was going to work. This has been the girl that she's been falling all over the place for half a month, she deserved more than that. Plus, it's not like she'll see her again after this or anything. These girls all come from places all over the state, it would be a miracle if she did.

So, Santana took a deep breath and readied herself for feelings, "I don't hate you. It's more the opposite."

Quinn looked up to her, "What do you mean?"

"I've, uh, had a crush on you for like three weeks now, Quinn," Santana brought her knees to her chest, getting ready to protect herself from putting herself out like this.

Quinn stayed quiet for a moment before saying, "That's not funny."

"Am I laughing?"

Quinn blinked her eyes and turned away, "Oh. I guess that explains somethings."

"Please do not put that into detail," Santana was more than embarrassed now.

Quinn turned back to Santana, a genuine smile on her face, "No one's ever had a crush on me before."

Santana rolled her eyes, "Yeah right."

"Seriously though. Especially not girls," Quinn added. She reached out and grasped Santana's hand, "Especially not beautiful girls like you."

Santana went rigid before using her free arm to put her face in the crook of her elbow, "I should have never told you."

Quinn giggled and Santana felt her insides twist, "I wish I would have known that you weren't out to get me earlier. We could have been holding hands a lot sooner."

Santana peaked over, "What do you mean?"

"Santana," Quinn shook her head like it was obvious, "You're like the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen."

Santana moved her arm from her face to smile at the blonde, "I know."

"Of course you know," Quinn giggled again.

They talked and talked before it was time to go and promised to keep in touch. Santana didn't believe that they would though, because it's easier said than done. She slugged around her house for the rest of the summer.

If only she knew that a month later, on her first day of school at McKinley High, she would bump into the blonde again as a start of a new routine between the two.