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Chapter Two

Quinn's POV

"Baby, you're home!" her mother greeted as she walked into the kitchen and set the pizza box on the counter top.

"Hi, mama," Quinn said as she kissed her cheek. "Um, I invited Santana to spend the weekend here with us. I hope that's okay because she should be here soon. I'm sorry for not calling ahead but it was sort of last minute."

"You know I don't have a problem with that. I'm going out to dinner with some friends tonight, so you'll have the house to yourself. Maybe I'll take you girls shopping tomorrow," she offered. "We haven't done that in a while."

"That's not necessary, mama," she said quickly.

"It'll be fun, Quinnie. You could probably use a few new outfits before winter sets in. Your jacket is looking rather awful so it needs to be replaced and I saw some really nice scarves that would look wonderful on you, baby."

"I'll ask Santana how she feels about it first, okay? She's not in a happy place right now, which is why I invited her over," she explained hoping her mom would change her mind.

"All the more reason to go then! We'll leave after you girls wake up and have breakfast. We can even have lunch at a nice restaurant while we're at it."

Sighing, Quinn was prevented from answering when the doorbell rang. Walking away to answer it, she shook her head. She just wasn't sure how willing her friend would be to spending time with her mother. Opening the door, she put a smile on her face to greet Santana.

Santana's POV

Santana drove home lost in thought, still wondering what had happened between Quinn and herself when they had been standing so close together. She also wondered what it was that made her feel so comfortable around the blonde to let all of her walls down. Being vulnerable wasn't something she liked; it was something she didn't let anyone see. She was a master at covering her insecurities and that wasn't about to change anytime soon. She liked that people feared and admired her in equal parts, she liked being at the top of the food chain and she'd be damned if she let anyone see her as weak.

She was sure Quinn would keep the secret. Quinn knew more than most what it was to be at the top and fall. She knew what it was like to have everyone that feared or worshiped you turn against you in an instant. In hindsight she realized that they had more in common than she had thought. It was a little unsettling to feel so close to her, to be able to confide in her like they used to do when they were younger. It was sad that popularity had gotten in the way of their once solid friendship.

Maybe it was time to remedy that. Now that Brittany had chosen to be with someone else she didn't have anyone she could truly call her friend, and time after time, it had been Quinn that came to her rescue. Even when they had fought, they had found their way back to each other. That counted for something and it was something she'd probably never admit to appreciating.

She packed quickly when she got to her house and left her parents a note on top of the counter telling them where she'd be before letting herself out again. She drove to Quinn's still lost in thought and was pulling up behind her car before she knew it. Walking towards the door, she tried to compose herself and stop thinking so much about things. It certainly wasn't helping with her headache.

She knocked on the door, her trademark smirk nowhere in sight as much as she tried to muster it. A moment later Quinn had opened the door, grin in place. Santana couldn't help the corner of her mouth lifting in response to it. It was hard to resist the blonde at times and she'd always had a soft spot in her heart for the hazel eyed beauty.

"Hey, Q."

"Hey, San. Come on in. Pizza's in the kitchen and mom is leaving soon to go spend time with friends, so we have the house to ourselves," she informed her friend as she let her in.

Santana followed her into the kitchen, where Judy was pulling out plates and glasses for them. The older woman turned around and smiled at her in greeting.

"Hello, dear. How are you? Haven't seen you in a while."

"Hello, Mrs. F. I'm okay, just school keeping us busy."

"How are you parents? I heard your dad opened his own office now."

Santana nodded with a proud smile. "Yeah, he did. Mami is helping him by running it. He's still busy as always, but seems to like it better than running around the hospital. Mami likes it because she gets to see him more now," she explained.

"Good for them. Now, eat before it gets cold. I'm going to go get ready and I'll see you girls in the morning."

Kissing Quinn's cheek as she went by her, she smiled at Santana and gave her shoulder a squeeze before walking away. Santana stared after her with a little smile on her lips.

"Getting rid of your old man has done wonders for her," she said aloud. Her eyes widened when she realized how that sounded. "Shit, Q, I'm sorry."

Quinn chuckled as she handed a plate to Santana and opened the pizza box, revealing the Latina's favorite. "Nothing to be sorry about. You're right. He was a controlling asshole and had mom and us under his thumb. Now that he's gone, she seems much happier and we're actually getting along."

Santana couldn't hold back her smirk. "Did you just use the word asshole?" she asked, amusement coloring her tone.

Quinn grinned. "Oh, shush and eat your pizza!"

Santana chuckled this time as she put a couple of slices on her plate. "Thanks for getting my favorite, Q. You're alright after all."

"Har har," Quinn intoned as she stuck her tongue out at the brunette. "You're so funny, San."

When they've had their fill of pizza and soda, they walked in the direction of Quinn's room. Once inside, Quinn closed the door behind them and headed over to her walk-in closet.

"I'm going to take a quick shower. Pick whatever movie you want."

Santana loved scary movies and knew Quinn wasn't as fond, but right now, she couldn't handle a romantic anything. Looking through the selection on the on-demand menu after she had turned the TV on, she picked one she hadn't seen yet and put it on pause.

"Hey, Q, can I shower as well in the guest bathroom while you shower here?" she called out.

Walking out of her closet with clothes in hand Quinn nodded at her. "Go ahead."

Santana took some clothes out of her bag and went to shower. By the time she was done and came back, she found Quinn already in bed, propped up on some of the many pillows on the bed while she read a book. She was wearing an outfit similar to Santana's – short pajama shorts and a tank top. She couldn't keep her eyes from running up the pale but shapely legs before she shook herself once more, something she had been doing a lot of around the blonde all afternoon.

"Hey, you're back. What movie did you chose?" Quinn asked as she put the book on her bedside table and grabbed the remote control.

Santana couldn't help the evil grin that adorned her lips as she closed the door and turned off the light, casting the room into a slight darkness. "A scary one!"

"San!" Quinn whined as Santana walked over to the bed. "You know I hate those."

"Don't be such a pussy, Q," she joked as she climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the pillows. "I'm here to protect you from the scary ghosts or bloody knives or whatever else happens in this movie."

"Sooo not reassuring," Quinn murmured.

Santana turned to look at Quinn when the music that started off the movie sounded quite creepy and a woman's scream could be heard in the distance. The blonde's body was already tensing, mouth slightly agape and eyes round. Taking pity on her, she smiled.

"Come here, Q," she said as she wrapped her arm around the blonde's shoulders and pulled her closer to her body.

Quinn didn't have to be told twice as she moved so she was leaning against the Latina's side. On the next scream, she moved even closer and buried her head in the crook of her neck, arm wrapping around Santana's waist.

"I don't want to watch this, San," she whispered.

"Let's leave it on a little while and if it gets to be too much I'll switch it to something else, okay?" she offered.

Quinn sighed against the soft skin of her neck and tightened her hold on Santana. "Okay."

Santana had to suppress a shudder when she felt Quinn's warm breath against her skin. "Thanks, Q. I just wasn't in the mood for anything mushy right now, you know?"

Quinn's POV

Quinn nodded in understanding but didn't say much. She didn't want to ask what was going on between her friends unless Santana brought it up first. She pushed her legs under the covers and settled more comfortably against the brunette since she had no intention of actually watching the movie. The Latina's body was warm and inviting and she smelled really good. Without noticing she was doing so, she ran the tip of her nose over the soft skin of her neck, inhaling softly. Santana's own particular scent mixed nicely with that of the shower gel she had used and it seemed to ease Quinn's nervousness.

She noticed Santana had lowered the volume of the TV so she decided to just close her eyes and ignore the movie as best as she could. If she concentrated solely on feeling safe in the tan arms that surrounded her she could ignore the noise from the movie. It also helped that Santana was playing with her hair distractedly, long fingers running through her short strands slowly. Wanting to return the favor, she snuck her thumb under the hem of Santana's tank top and ran it lightly over the skin of her waist. Underneath the silky skin she could feel the muscles tremble slightly at her touch, which only encouraged her to keep on doing it to see what else would happen.

By the time she fully realized what she was doing, her entire hand was under the Latina's top and her fingers were tracing her abs slowly. Santana's breath had hitched more than once and her muscles had trembled often. This only seemed to fuel Quinn and for the next while she kept on caressing her friend like it was the most normal thing in the world. She wasn't immune to what touching Santana was doing to her, or to the nails that would scratch at her scalp every now and then. She didn't want to think too much about the slow burn on her belly, nor her need to press her legs together. She ignored it all because she'd never felt some of the things she was suddenly feeling and while she didn't know what it meant, it made her feel a connection to Santana she hadn't felt in a long time and she wasn't ready to let that feeling go.

But before she knew it, the soothing touch of fingers in her hair lulled her to sleep and she had to give into it, her body relaxed like it hadn't been in a while. Not even thinking about it, she pressed her lips to Santana's neck before murmuring a good night.

Santana's POV

Santana was trying to pay attention to the movie, she really was, but Quinn's touch was a little unsettling and very distracting. The blonde had never touched her like that, had never pushed the limits or shown any indication that she would be comfortable with the level of intimacy they were suddenly experiencing. Her soft fingers felt delicious on her skin and if she was honest with herself, she had been missing this part of her relationship with Brittany. It wasn't only about sex, but the moments when they just held each other and cuddled like she was now doing with Quinn.

She wasn't sure what to think or what to do, so she just let Quinn go on touching her softly. She didn't try to stop her once because she was a selfish bitch and she was enjoying her touch. She was enjoying feeling her breath on her neck, her fingers mapping the abs she worked so hard to maintain. She wasn't trying to replace Brittany; she knew very well who it was that was touching her, and it felt damn good. She only encouraged it more by running her nails along Quinn's scalp, something she knew she was enjoying if she was to judge by the sudden goosebumps that covered her arms or the little catch in her breathing. If asked what the movie was about she wouldn't be able to tell anyone because while the movie was still playing, her eyes had been closed from the moment the blonde's hand had gone under her top.

A little after she had felt Quinn's lips pressing lightly against the skin of her neck, she had murmured good night to her and then waited for the even breathing that signaled Quinn had finally fallen asleep. She managed to pull the blanket higher and covered them both before turning off the TV. She kissed Quinn's forehead and settled fully against her warm body, feeling relaxed for the first time in weeks.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep almost right away.