Quinn fell back into the pillows gasping for air.
"Now I know why college girls experiment."
"And I'm glad they do," answered Santana.
"As fun as that was, I think it was a one-time thing for me. So, what happens now?" Asked Quinn.
"Well, you could walk out first, or we could make it a two time thing," said Santana with a sexy smirk.
Quinn drops the water bottle and crawls back on top of Santana.
The next morning, Quinn wakes up with her arms wrapped around Santana, legs tangled together in the throws of the blankets.
Her breath becomes faster, her heart rate spikes.
What have I done? She thinks to herself. She looks down over the beautiful body lying against her.
It was fun though.
As she lies there taking in her situation, Santana rolls over and looks up at her.
"Morning" she whispers.
"Hey" Quinn says back.
"That was fun last night," says Santana.
"Guess it was a long time coming," agrees Quinn.
"Well, we should probably get going before we get kicked out," Santana suggests, as she slips from the bed to bathroom.
Quinn watched as Santana's naked body disappeared from view.
There was a sudden feeling of something missing. Quinn started getting dressed and trying to tame the awesome bed head she had going on.
"Quinn?" Santana called from the shower.
"Yeah?" Quinn answered, walking towards the bathroom. She poked her head inside.
"Can you wash my back?" Santana asked, leaning against the back wall.
Quinn's smile grew three times bigger as she dropped her dress to floor for the second time in the last twenty four hours.
That night, Santana and Quinn arrived at the train station together. They checked their bags and headed towards the platforms.
"Well, I guess this is it," says Quinn.
"Yeah, guess I won't see you until summer," said Santana.
"Yeah," Quinn answered.
"I didn't realize how much I missed you Quinn, I had fun."
"Me too, multiple fun," Quinn answered, shyly.
Santana laughed and put her hands in her leather coat.
The conductor's voice sounded over the speakers.
"Last call for passengers traveling to New York. All aboard!"
"That's me,"said Santana.
"Yeah, better get going," said Quinn, who leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Santana's full lips.
Santana let her hands fall to Quinn's hips. Their kiss was sweet, not needy or intense. Just a perfect kiss after a perfect night.
"Bye," Santana said, resting her head against Quinn's.
"Bye," whispered Quinn.
Santana stepped up onto the train, turning only once to lock eyes once more with her blonde friend.
She found her seat and tried to suppress the feeling of running back into Quinn's arms. She knew Quinn was only a friend but she couldn't ignore the feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Hours later, Santana was hauling her suitcase up the stairs to the apartment she now shared with Rachel and Kurt. Once inside, she sat on the side of her bed. Still fighting an odd feeling. She went to the kitchen for some water. Rachel was out with Brody and Kurt was not yet home. Santana returned to her room and began unpacking. While running through her memories of the night before, she was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Jesus Berry, when are you going to start remembering your keys? What did you do before I -"
Standing in the open door was Quinn. Santana couldn't hide her surprise.
"Hi," Quinn said softly.
"Hey, is everything okay?" Santana asked.
"I was just wondering...if you were ready for a four-time thing?" Replied Quinn, with a smile.
Santana grinned and pulled her into the apartment shutting the door behind them.