A/N: Thanks for the reviews! They are much appreciated. I think this is going to end up only being five chapters, but yeah. Hope you enjoy.
The first day of school is always hell; picking out the perfect outfit to wear in order to give off the best first impressions, trying to find all your new classrooms, and hoping that you have friends in your new classes. Or in Quinn's case hoping you don't have friends in your new classes, which to her dismay she did.
It was now third period the first two classes had gone by smoothly. But when she walked in to her chemistry classroom on the first day she saw the one face she didn't want to see, the one face she'd been avoiding for the past week.
Sitting there grinning as Quinn walked into the classroom was Santana Lopez.
To top things off the only seat left open at the two person tables was the seat to the right of Santana. Not only did she have a class with her and have to sit near her but now they were going to be lab partners too? Great.
"Oh, hey, Fabray, fancy seeing you here. Tables have kinda turned; looks like you can no longer avoid me."
God, how Quinn wanted to slap that smirk right off her face. But all Quinn managed to say as she sat her books down, carefully trying not eye contact with the Latina was, "I wasn't avoiding you."
Santana scoffed in reply, "To hell you weren't. I sent you how many texts and calls just seeing if you wanted to hang with me and Britt? All to which got no reply. Then when you saw you were going to have to sit next to me just now your face flushed and it looked like you were going to have a freakin' heart attack. Oh, and the fact that you refuse to make eye contact with me is a pretty good tip off."
Quinn just sighed and played with a little string that had frayed from her navy cardigan. "Why do you have to be so observant and so damn sure of yourself?" She mumbled almost too quietly for Santana to here.
"Look at me Quinn," Santana said softly; it was the most sincere Quinn had ever heard Santana speak to her. She ignored the comment anyway and kept looking down at the string.
"Seriously, Quinn look at me."
Quinn finally looked up to meet Santana's gaze. She was smiling at her for once, instead of evilly smirking. It was all too weird; she was almost tempted to look away then and there. But she couldn't, she just kept staring into her eyes. She'd never really noticed before how beautiful they were.
"What?" Quinn asked; breaking herself from the miniature trance she was in.
"Look, Q. I promised Britt I wouldn't bring up our little incident that happened at the party. But I know that's why you've been avoiding me. I get it, something happened, you felt a little bit more than you anticipated. But we never have to do anything like that again." Santana said, even though Quinn wasn't quite sure why she was saying all of this.
"Where are you going with this, Santana?"
"I-I just want my friend back, okay?" Santana stuttering and get nervous about saying stuff was a new one for Quinn. "I miss talking to you, Quinn. Most importantly, I just wanted to let you know that, I may be a bitch, but I have my limits. I'm not going to hold this over you. So, don't worry about anything that happened at that party. Let's just get back to being friends again, 'kay?"
Quinn just stared at Santana, not really sure how to respond. This was not the bitchy, Latina she was used to. This was a nice sweet girl, that wasn't going to hold something on her. This was extremely weird. The only other person she'd ever been nice to was Brittany. But that was no longer a surprise since pretty much everyone knew how much they loved each other. Quinn just absently shook her head and broke eye contact with Santana, not quite sure what to say about the whole thing.
"One more thing before we drop it for good," Santana said which made Quinn refocus her attention on her once more. "I did too."
"What are you talking about?" Quinn responded, she still wasn't thinking very clearly.
"I felt something too, Q."
"Oh?" Quinn muttered a blush taking form over her face.
"Yeah, I did. I just thought you should know. But hey, never talking about it again."
"Yeah, whatever you say." Quinn was in a bit of a daze; honestly it was surprising that what she was saying was actually coherent. Santana felt a little something in that kiss too? Why did that make Quinn so happy? Why did it make her heart start beating a little bit faster?
"Quinn, you okay? You're sorta freaking me out." Santana asked. When Quinn looked at her face again there was genuine concern on it. This was getting freaky.
"Yeah, uhm, just a lot on my mind."
"If you say so, Q."
Just then Mrs. Krummen started talking. She was doing the typical first day of school introductions. She started handing out syllabuses to all the students with the rules and the endless supplies they would need. She walked over and placed two in front of Santana, expecting her to pass one over to Quinn. As Santana picked up the paper and handed it to Quinn their hands touched lightly. Immediately she jerked away the syllabus falling to the floor right in between their two chairs.
That was weird; as soon as their hands touched Quinn had gotten that electric tingly feeling all over again. That was something she'd being trying over a week to avoid. Santana gave her a questioning look then bent down in between the seats to pick up the paper. As she was leaning though she got off balance, to avoid face planting the ground she grabbed on to the only thing there was between her and the floor; Quinn's thigh. She grabbed onto it with her left hand, dangerously close to Quinn's center.
Santana thought nothing about it and continued down to pick up the paper. With every second longer that her hand rested on Quinn's inner thigh she could feel herself getting more and more aroused. By the time Santana sat back up, removed her hand, and placed the syllabus on the desk in front of Quinn, she was ready to bust.
Santana looked at Quinn and noticed that her face was flushed. "Are you okay? You are officially freaking me the hell out. Why are you so jumpy? And why the hell did you pull your hand back when-" but then her tone changed to pure amusement. The whisper she was using to avoid getting yelled at by the teacher got even lower. "Fabray, you felt something again, didn't you?" The kind smile had gone away and she now had a half smirk spread across her face.
Quinn blushed, "I don't know what you're talking about."
This made Santana's smirk twist into a full on devious grin. "Just admit it, I may or may not have felt something too. But, at least I know how to control my actions."
Quinn glared at her, regaining a little composure, "Shut up, Lopez. I can control myself just fine, thanks."
"Apparently not when you're with me."
"It's like pointless talking to you, you're so bull headed. Why would you even think that?"
"Maybe due to the fact that you looked like you were about to tear my clothes off when I sat back up after using your thigh for support."
Quinn was now full on seething, "Even if that were true, I don't see why you care anyway."
Santana let out a small laugh, "Because, honestly Fabray, I would have let you if we weren't in the middle of a chemistry classroom."
Quinn just glared at her; she had no idea how to respond to that. In fact, that statement turned her on a little bit more than she already was, but she definitely couldn't let Santana know that.
"I'm still trying to get over the fact that the immaculate Fabray actually has feelings for me. Talk about a twist, I was so not expecting that one."
Quinn sighed, she was losing her little bit of control that she had in the situation. "San, how about we just drop it, okay? I really don't want to deal with this on the first day of school."
"Whatever you say, Q," Then as she was turning away from the blonde, Santana added, "You know I did that on purpose."
Quinn looked puzzled; she was really starting to get exasperated by the whole situation. "What the hell are you talking about this time?"
Santana looked at her out of the corner of her eye, "Grabbed your thigh, kinda wanted to see how you'd react. By the way, you did as anticipated."
Quinn's mouth formed an O. The Latina was simply trying to tease her now. "You are such a bitch, I swear. I can't believe you'd pull a stunt like that, in the middle of class, none the less."
Santana couldn't help but laugh at the blonde getting so worked up. She really hadn't expected to have that strong of an effect on Quinn.
"Are you two done back, there? See class, people exactly like this are going to be the ones that end up exploding us all. Not paying attention on your first day, really now?" Mrs. Krummen said pointedly looking directly at Quinn and Santana in the back of the classroom.
At that the two of them immediately shut up. Santana rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair; Quinn looked down and began reading the syllabus. She wasn't sure if she could handle chemistry if she had to deal with Santana everyday. She had to pull herself together.
