Once again, Quinn Fabray was left feeling completely and utterly confused, much like she was every time she was kissed. Only this time, she hadn't been kissed, she hadn't even been anything. All she'd done was look at her. She'd done that before, it wasn't like there was anything new there but something about the way she smiled, the way she quirked her eyebrow told her something else. 'Come on stop being stupid' she thought to herself, 'Santana only asked if you wanted to go and watch a movie with her, what's so different about that, you do it all the time'.

"Hey blondie," Santana waved her hand in front of Quinn's face, she'd zoned out about 30 seconds ago and hadn't even answered her question, "Q are you OK?"

"Fine, fine, I'm fine," the butterflies rose again in her stomach at the contact of Santana's hand to hers. Where was all of this coming from? Sure she'd had small and insignificant feelings for girls before; it didn't mean she'd ever acted on them, or even really thought about them but never did they involve Santana. And since when had all of this happened? They'd known each other since they were kids, all she was doing was asking her around for a movie.

"Are you going to come then?"

"What?"

"Come, tonight?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh," Santana dropped her hand and stepped back, "the movie, Q, the movie,"

"Right, the movie. Yes, I will, I'll come around for six?"

"Can't wait."

'What's troubling her?' Santana thought as she watched Quinn run out of the locker room and supposedly to her first class. As she walked to Spanish, she wondered what had triggered Quinn's strange behaviour. Had anything strange happened to her recently? It could have something to do with Santana's coming out but Quinn knew about her being gay long before that and had never had a problem so it didn't seem to make sense for it to be that. Shaking her head and forgetting about her friend she continued with the rest of the day until time came for glee club. 'I wonder how long Mr Schuester could talk if Berry wouldn't insist on interrupting all the time'.

"But Mr Schue, surely it'd make sense to do something a little more theatrical for the last song. We always do..." Santana stopped listening as she was sure what Berry said would be summed up for her soon enough. Glancing over to Brittany she couldn't help but smile, at least somebody appreciated Rachel's annoying rants, even if she didn't full understand them, she knew Britt took joy from her tiny girlfriend's passion for being a total pain in the ass. Keeping her eye on the door, she wondered what was keeping Quinn, she hadn't seen her since that morning in the locker room. Sure enough, as soon as her gaze moved to Rachel again for a split second, Quinn came bounding through the door.

"Sorry I'm late, I-" as she noticed she'd cut off Rachel mid rant she added, "oops, sorry. I'll sit down," Taking a seat next to Santana, she flashed her the grin that had made a habit of forcing the Latina's heart rate to speed up considerably. Returning the smile, Santana lay her hand on the edge of her seat and Quinn stared at it.

'I knew it. I knew it. I knew it. She's not even moving it. Hm, I wonder...' laying her hand on top of Santana's, Quinn looked to the girl with flirty eyes, 'if we're nothing but friends then this is nothing, if she wants to be more, she'll look at me' their eyes met and Quinn shook her head, 'I knew it'. She decided to leave her hand there, curling her fingers around to hold the smaller girl's hand, she looked to Rachel who still hadn't shut up about what she made out to be the set-list for Nationals. It was a whole week away, why worry about it now when no doubt they'd need to change it on the plane there anyway? The bell went and the pair of them stayed sitting down watching the rest of the team walk out the choir room and into the weekend. Once Mr Schue had left, Santana made eye contact with the blonde again.

"I think we need to talk, don't we?" laughed Santana letting go of Quinn's hand and crossing her legs nervously.

"Perhaps that'd be best,"

"Well I knew you were confused but I didn't know you-"

"May I?" Quinn's eyes closed slightly as she looked to Santana who nodded allowing her to continue, "I didn't know I liked you until today but now it feels like I always have... Well, go on, say something,"

"I like you too," Quinn smiled and Santana laughed, "always have, Q. I thought you were just curious, I didn't think anything would actually happen between us,"

"Me neither," they shook their heads while staring at the floor and then simultaneously looked up to one another again, "do you want to come around mine before we go to yours? My Mom won't be in until after we've gone anyway,"

"Sure, why not." They drove to Quinn's house in the car her father had tried to bribe her with after her mother had kicked him out. It drove well and was always perfectly clean but something about it made Quinn feel uneasy, like her Dad was trying to buy her back or something. Nonetheless it was a beautiful car and didn't cost her a penny, "...Q!"

"What? Oh sorry, I don't know where I was," she laughed keeping her eyes fixed on the road.

"Well you weren't here," Santana lay her hand on the blonde's leg and felt a twitch, "are you OK?"

"I'd be a whole lot better if you weren't feeling me up when I'm trying to concentrate on the road," Santana pulled back defensively, "oh no I didn't mean it like that. It's just, distracting is all,"

"Is that right?" giggled Santana, turning her gaze back to Quinn.

Pulling onto the drive, Quinn jumped out of the car and ran around to open the door for Santana, "You're ridiculous, Q, you really are,"

"Well, whatever,"

After entering the huge house, Santana pushed Quinn and then began running up the stairs trying to beat the blonde to the top, something she had tried to do since they were six.

"Oh come on, come on San," Santana stopped on one of the steps and turned around to see Quinn, still at the bottom with her hands on her hips and an incredibly cute pout on her face.

"What?"

"Wait for me?"

"Well when you ask like that," Santana stood still and waited for Quinn to meet her on the stair only to be surprised by the blonde's burst of speed and the view of her running into her room. Before she had the time to catch up, she was running into Quinn's room to see the blonde dancing adorably in front of her bed. Running up to Quinn, she tackled her and pushed her onto the bed until she was straddling her. She could hear the breaks in Quinn's breaths as she looked down at her. Suddenly, the atmosphere changed, Santana could feel Quinn's hands running up her legs until they were laying around her waist. While her brain was still trying to catch up with the feelings whizzing around her body, she heard two words leave Quinn's quivering mouth.

"Kiss me."