Quinn's POV

I watched her as she glanced up at the stars, and how the light from the street lamps had revealed only half of her face. I loved how her long brown hair dropped over her shoulders as she leaned up against the side of my car, humming a song that I couldn't identity. It was so easy to just get lost in her deep brown eyes, that were now strained and glassy. I could tell she was holding back tears. She looked at me and made a shy smile. Even though we were a little tipsy, we were sober enough to talk.

"You know Q, when we first met, I knew right away that you were special. That you, Brittany, and I were going to be best friends and rule the world together. But you weren't just special in general, you were special... to me. You could say I had a little... crush on you... but whatever.. my point is that I believe in you and i know you're gonna be big one day.." she said as she looked back up to the stars.
Hearing her warm words, I smiled. But one phrase stuck out. "You could say I had a little crush on you.."

" Santana, what do you mean you when you say you had a crush on me?" I asked. Santana always made it clear that we were just friends, even after what happened on Valentine's day. She even left the hotel, barely saying goodbye. I guessed she was still getting over Brittany and she wasn't ready for anything serious. I wasn't either, I mean what happened that night was just a fun little experiment, or so that was what I told myself every time the memory popped into my mind.

" Like when a boy has a crush on girl. But instead its a girl liking another girl." Santana answered.

" San, I'm not stupid, I know what a crush is. Why didn't you just tell m..." I tried to finish but she cut me off.

"Tell you? Tell you what? That I had the hots for you while you were head over heels for Finn, then knocked up with Puck's baby? Your life revolved around boys. If I had told you...you would have just laughed and given me a lecture about.. like religion..or whatever. Or worse, you could of told the whole school about me and... and.. god knows what would have happened. You saw what they did to Lady Hummel!"

Santana snapped stumbling over her words as the tears burst from her eyes. I remembered this Santana, the one that cried hysterically and was so vulnerable.

"You don't know that! You weren't the only one who was confused Santana! God, you always assumed the worse of things. And you did it because you were scared of what others would think of you."

She just shook her head, "No, that's not true."

"I know you Santana, and there's no denying that whatever I just said wasn't true!" I didn't know why I got so angry. It was the probably the alcohol in my system kicking in. It was just so frustrating hearing her make accusations based on only her opinion.

There was a long silence.

I sighed and stretched my arms out. I calmed down and scooted closer towards her, only to receive a cold glare from her. I didn't care. Instead I wrapped my arms around and held her tightly. She was stiff for a moment, but she relaxed and let her head rest on my shoulder.

"Quinn.." Santana said so silently that I almost didn't hear it.

"Yes San?" I responded calmly.

"You remember Valentine's day?" Santana questioned and turned her head towards me.

"Its kinda hard to forget a night like that." I responded and chuckled.

"I wasn't really that drunk you know.." Santana said nonchalantly. She didn't know the effects of her words had on me.

"Why are telling me this San?"

"I just thought you should know." Santana paused then opened her mouth again. "That night, I didn't agree to sleep with because of what happened with Britt, I did it because I wanted to. And when I told you that if we had any regrets, that I was so drunk that I wouldn't remember what happened in the morning, I lied. I'm not a light weight like you Q. The morning after, I remembered basically everything. I woke up pretty early that morning and not to be a creep.. but I even watched you sleep for a little." Santana paused again, this time she exhaled a stuttered breathe. She seemed nervous and her body was shivering. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly closed it back, like she was contemplating if she should reveal her thought to me.

I pulled her closer and rubbed her arms to give warmth. "Santana you know you can tell me anything, no matter what it is. It won't change the way I see you as a person."

"How do you see me?" she asked shyly, trying not to make eye contact.

I thought about it for a moment. "Well I think you are a beautiful, talented, and smart woman. Who isn't afraid to state her opinion and won't let anyone get in her way." I said confidently.

"Thanks... now tell me the bad things." She looked up at me and our eyes met. She didn't dare to look away. Her expression was soft and pleading, and her eyes were red from crying. She looked like one of those sad puppies from those really long commercials that asked you to donate to their fondation. I didn't want to tell her because I feared it would hurt her feelings. She looked so fragile and I didn't want her to break.

"Tell me Quinn." her voice was more powerful , but not too harsh that she was demanding an answer.

I let a out a big breath and started. "You're always hiding behind this mask. You never let people see the real you. On the outside, you're this big tough girl who can handle anything, and you want people to think that your insult everyone else around to feel better about yourself. But when they fire back and you can't handle it.. you.. break. You break and scatter into a million pieces. Luckly you've had people who care deeply about you - like Brittany - their to put you back together help you get back on track. That mask you have, its cold and and mean. People are scared of you because they see your mask, not the real you. At McKinley, it was the worst. You walked around terrorizing everyone in your path. The only time you took your mask off was when you were with Brittany. At first I didn't get why, but when I put the pieces together, I understood. You loved her. You loved her and she loved you back. And that was the only time the real you came out. Sometimes I think that the real you would come out when we hung out at your house, and we would watch movies and play with each others hair, and just relax."

Santana didn't respond. She just stood there in my arms, staring at me as I talked. I looked at her to see her reaction towards my words. She was calm and understanding, she kind of looked she was in a trance. I could see the tiny hint of hurt in her eyes, that made me die on the inside.

"Are you okay Santana?"

She snapped back into reality and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Umm... thanks for being honest." She said.

"Now what was it that you wanted to tell me earlier?" I asked.

"Well.. I mean.. never mind it was stupid anyway.

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"Santana." I said with demanding voice.

Santana sighed. "I left the hotel that morning quickly because... I have feelings for you Quinn." At her words, my heart did a three cartwheels and a back flip. "And when that night you said it was just an experiment, I knew you didn't like me like that. I feared that we would talk about in the morning and you would say something bad that would hurt, so I didn't give you the chance to. I know, I know, you're probably thinking that it was a stupid idea because you would have found me and eventually we would talk about it. But like you said, I was scared. I couldn't lose you too."

"Santana, you don't have to be scared. I do like you like that. I didn't do anything about it because I thought you were still in love Brittany. I did want to talk in the morning, but not because I didn't like you or that I regretted that night."

Santana smiled.

I looked away. "And maybe I kinda want it to happen again." I mumbled to myself.

"Really?" Santana's eyes lit up and a devilish smirk spread across her face.

Shit! She heard me. My face turned bright red with embarrassment and my body began to heat up. "What.. No..I mean.. if you want to its fine.. but if not.. cool, fine by me too." I said stumbling over my words. Great Fabray, real smooth. I didn't have to look at her to know that she was enjoying this.

Quinn tried to pull away, but Santana held on tightly.

"You're not going anywhere Fabray."

"Santana let me go!" Quinn yelled as Santana hands shifted and started to tickle Quinn's hips. Quinn's laughs were loud and infectious. It got to a point where Santana had pinned Quinn against the side of her car.

Santana stopped but did not release Quinn from the position they were. Quinn;s laughter died done and they were standing there, pressed up against each other.

With her hands on Quinn's hips, Santana slowly moved them under the hem of Quinn's white blouse. Quinn gasped jumped at the sudden coldness. She looked into Santana's eyes. The playfulness and joy in them had changed to want and pure lust.
Santana did not give Quinn to respond to her actions. She closed the gap between their bodies and pressed her lips against Quinn's. She deepened the kiss while her hands roamed all over the blonde's body.

The kiss ended shortly and Santana pulled away from Quinn. A whine emitted from the back of Quinn's throat.

Santana started to walk to the passenger side of the car. "Play your cards right Fabray, and maybe you'll get what you want." Santana said as she opened the car door with a playful smirk on her face.

Quinn's heart was racing. What just happened?

She jumped into the car and quickly sped back to Santana's college campus. She was glad she decided to visit Santana over Spring break, the parties were great, but she wasn't there for booze. She was there for Santana.

I guess Santana wouldn't mind me staying with for a while.