A/N: Just a short one-shot for Quinntana week.
You sleep a lot. You always have. You loved your sleep. I always loved watching you sleep. I remember when we were thirteen and you would sleep all day and I would wake you up with light kisses on your cheek. You would always smile warmly at me and say 'five more minutes' which would always turn into you pulling me under the covers and holding me tightly as if you would never let me go. You never did.
As we were growing up the kisses grew, and they weren't just on the cheek anymore. "Friends kiss." We would assure each other. When we were sixteen our kisses were my favourite thing. We would kiss in the bathroom, in the locker room, in your bedroom, in my bedroom, in the corner of the choir room, under the piano… everywhere. I would kiss you and only you. No one questioned it, not even myself. But when you started to kiss him my heart would shatter into a thousand pieces every single time. I remember you telling me that friends shouldn't kiss anymore, and that we should grow up. I nodded, I agreed. Even though it broke me.
The kisses never stopped though. You tried, you really did. I didn't. I didn't want them to stop, ever. They never have. When you and him broke up you were un-phased. I knew why, and so did you. You didn't cry, you were Santana Lopez for god sake. You would never show weakness. Only to me, but that was later. When I broke down your walls completely. Our kisses became more frequent, more loving? When you parents were away you asked me to stay over. I did. We spend our time kissing and kissing until I could feel a need in my stomach that I was unfamiliar with. The kisses were hungry and warm and all over my neck and every time you touched me it burnt.
We made the love that night.
I told you I loved you. You told me you loved me too, you always have and always will. And baby, yes you have.
When we were eighteen, we didn't hide anymore. I was proud of you. I was proud to love you. You were proud to love me too. You told me you didn't belong there, you told me you needed to get away. So did I. So we left. Big city, big dreams and all that. We never stayed in one place for too long, you were my home. I loved traveling with you, you took me to every place I could have dreamt of seeing. You kissed me under the Eiffel tower and told me marriage wasn't your thing, but I was and you wanted to spend every day with me, like this. I cried and kissed you again and again and again. After hours of screaming 'yes' in our hotel room, I accepted.
We got married yesterday, and my god, I have never in my life seen someone as beautiful as you. Your father was so proud, my parents weren't there but I didn't mind. All I wanted was you. When you walked down that aisle I swear time stopped. I couldn't tear my eyes off of you for a second.
Yesterday was the best day of my life, today is the best day of my life, and tomorrow will be the best day of my life. Every day I spend with you will be the best day of my life, love. We left our party early last night, you told me you couldn't go another second without feeling me. We sneaked out and made our way back to our hotel. I whispered 'I love you' over and over into the night. We made love, over and over into the night. I fell in love over and over into the night.
Now you are laid beside me, dark hear messy all over the pillow. I love watching you sleep. I run my hands up and now your sides and you murmur a little. "Sannyyy." I whine. It's early, I know but we have a flight to catch, darling. You turn and kiss me softly and wrap your arms around me to hold me closer.
"Five more minutes." You whisper. I nod and kiss your cheek.
Five more minutes, and forever.