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I sit on my normal sit and I can see Quinn hesitant about sitting next to me. I know it's because she knows Karofsky takes this class as well. I don't give a fucking shit about it. I think to myself as I gently grab her hand and pull her down to sit next to me. I put my hand around her waist and kiss her cheek as if to say, well, that I don't give a shit. She blushes, either at the gest or at what the gest implies. You look so adorable right now. She blushes even more. Oops. 'I said that out loud, didn't I?' She nods, still blushing, and I just pull her closer to me. She uses my shoulder as a pillow again and honestly, I couldn't be happier that she did. Karofsky walks in and comes to us. I expected an insult, anything but what he said. 'I'm sorry.' Quinn snaps her head at him and to be honest, if I wasn't looking at him already I'd probably do the same. 'What?' Both Quinn and I choke out. 'I'm sorry' He repeats. 'I-I shouldn't had been the way I was with the Glee Club guys. Specially Kurt. I was an ass and I'm sorry. I know it won't change anything but, I really am. I was just scared about what everyone would do if I came out.' I knew that already but Quinn didn't by the look on her face. He notices it too. 'Yeah, I'm-I'm gay… I just want to tell you guys that I'll stop bothering you.' He says as he walks away from us and sits in the back with the rest of the jogs. 'Well, that's not what I was waiting. Not at all.' She murmurs and all I can do is nod as Mr. Schue walks in.
'Hola, clase!' I hear some murmurs in return and Mr. Schue repeats himself while waving is hands. 'Hola, clase! 'Hola…' mostly everyone murmurs now and Quinn hides her face in my neck. I look at her with a raised eyebrow and she just hides her face further. 'My accent is awful. You'll laugh.' I smile at her and whisper. 'I'll never laugh at you. I love you.' She takes her head out of her 'hiding place', also called 'my neck', stares at me and whispers back. 'I love you too, Tana.' Then she smirks and says 'But I'm not speaking Spanish. You can forget it.' I pout at her and she just shakes her head. 'Señorita Santana, señorita Quinn. Estamos en aula, se recuerda?' We look at Mr. Schue and I know there's only one way out of this. Spanish mode is on. 'Lo siento, Señor Schue pero mi chica no comprendía una cosa. So lo dice.' Mr. Schue beams at my answer, like expected. 'Bueno, que no se suceda de nuevo.' 'Si, Señor Schue, lo siento.' I say with a smile. He nods at me and I pretend to write down whatever is on the board. I actually try to act like this class cares. I mean, don't take me wrong, I like the language but the class is a bunch of boring shit. Then I fell something on my thigh. I look down and see it is Quinn's hand with a paper on it. I take the paper from her hand and instead of taking her hand away she keeps it there. I open the paper, trying to focus on it instead of the warm hand that is on my thigh.
What does 'mi chica no comprendía' means?
I turn the paper around and I'm about to write what it means but then I remember she isn't my girl. What if she doesn't want to be my girl? What if she doesn't want us to date? What if she just did that so I wouldn't be humiliated? What if she doesn't like me at all? With those thoughts in mind I write:
I'll tell you later, Q. Pay attention!
I fold the paper and put it in her hand. She takes her hand from the resting place on my thigh and I immediately miss her touch. I go back to writing down what's on the board and I can see her on the corner of my eye reading the paper. She pokes my shoulder and I look at her. She puts her tongue out to me and I look back at the board and say under my breath. 'Very mature, Fabray, very mature.' She hits my shoulder and goes back to writing what's on the board. I pinch her thigh and she squeals in her place making some students look at her and also Mr. Schue. She just shrugs and looks back at the board. Most people go back to their own business pretending to care about the class but I look at my side and see Mercedes shaking her head with a smile in her face.
An hour of full fucking shit later the bell rings. Oh, thank God! Finally! I do a little pray to thank for the bell and get up. Before Quinn can leave I grab her hand. 'I gotta go talk with Mercedes. I'll meet you at your locker?' She smiles at me and says 'Sure. But you're still gonna have to tell me what that thing means.' There couldn't be a better opportunity for her to talk Spanish. 'What thing?' I ask playing dumb. She smiles a knowing smile at me and answers. 'Nice try, San.' I smile at her. 'Worth a shot, right?' I answer back. She kisses my cheek and I blush. Fuck that myth about Hispanic people not blushing, I just fucking proved otherwise. I let go of her hand trying to act cool about blushing and go meet Mercedes, that is still putting her things on her bag.
'Hey, Cedes.' I greet. 'Hey, girl! You know, I saw that thing you did to Quinn.' Let's joke a little. 'What thing? What are you even talking about?' I ask playing confused. 'Mmhm. You know what I'm talking about, sister.' We start walking out the class and just stay quiet for a little while the halls are full of people leaving their classes. When we get to her locker I speak up. 'Mercedes, I just wanted to thank you. You know, for helping me with the song. And for being my friend.' She smiles at me and answers. 'No problem, Santana. If you need anything just ask, that's what friends are all about, right?' I smile back at her. 'Yeah.' I hear the bell ring again. Crap, I'm supposed to meet Quinn at her locker. Shit, already letting her down. Great job, Lopes! 'Sister, just move your butt out of here and go already.' What the… how the heck…? I shake my head and turn around. 'Bye, Cedes!' I'm already half way down the hall by the time I finish saying goodbye. I practically run to get to Quinn's locker before she leaves for class. I stop in my tracks with a sigh of relief when I see she's still there. She looks in my direction and smiles at me. She's not mad. If it was someone else I'd probably had to hear about what a watch is and shit like that. I walk towards her and start to apologize. 'I'm sorry. I was talking to Mercedes and I didn't even realized-' She shuts me up by grabbing my hand and leading us to our next class. 'It's fine, Santana. I know you were thanking her for helping you.' You seriously know me better then I know myself. She interlaces our fingers and we just walk in a comfortable silence to class. As we get there I was about to walk in when Quinn gives my hand a pull. I look puzzled at her. 'We don't have this class together, remember?' Oh, right. 'Honestly, I don't even know what class this is so…' She smiles at me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. I smile at her and she asks. 'Wait here for me?' I nod at her and give her hand a squeeze before I see her walk away. With a last glance at her I walk in. There's barely any sits left. As I take a look around I see there's a sit next to Jacob Israel and another between Tina and Puck. Life savers. I sit there and greet them. 'Hey, guys. Thanks for the sit.' Tina smiles at me and Puck looks at me with a fake puzzled expression and asks. 'Who said that sit was for you, Santana?' I roll my eyes and just ignore him. 'I wanted to thank you two. For helping me with the song.' Tina answers first. 'It's okay, Santana. You were acting out of love.' 'Yeah, Lopes, anytime.' Puck agrees. I smile at them as our next teacher comes in. I lean my head to Tina and whisper. 'What's this class, again?' She chuckles at me and just pushes her book in front of me. Biology. When was the last time I actually showed up to this? I try to pay attention to whatever the teacher's saying about frogs or something but I can't stop thinking about Quinn. Her beautiful smile that gets me every time. Her hazel deep eyes that can get a person to do anything. Her soft lips that make me get excited about the next time I'll kiss them. Her cute nose that looks completely adorable when she scrunches her face in confusion. Her soft touch that sends shivers down my spine. Her gold-alike hair that I just want to spend the whole day playing with. Her contagious laugh. Her everything actually. Why did I said to Mr. Schue she's my girl? Ugh. We're not dating. I mean, I want us to be but I haven't even asked her yet. I gotta find a good, no, scratch that, the best way of asking her to be my girlfriend. Then something comes into my mind. Trevante! Didn't he had a song named 'Be My Girl'? 'Cause that would be just fucking perfect and awesome. The bell rings. Did I just spend an hour thinking of Quinn? 'Did you just spent an hour thinking of Quinn?' Thank you for stealing my words, Puck. I think with a roll of eyes. 'No.' Comes the short answer. 'Really? You sure?' I just nod and get up. 'You know, the teacher asked you a question and you didn't even realized she was talking to you.' Shit. 'So? That crap's boring like hell. I don't get how you, of all people, didn't zoned-out too.' He shrugs at me. I stop by the door and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow. 'Waiting for Q. Beat it, Puckerman.' He backs a few steps with his hands raised. 'Easy, girl. No need to be fierce.' I roll my eyes at him and just shove him away. He walks of and I feel a pair of warm arms sneak around my waist. 'Who'd that be?' I ask jokingly. She kisses my shoulder and I lean in to her. 'A blonde ex-cheerio that loves a certain latina named Santana Lopes.' I pretend to think about it for a while to see her reaction. She slips her arms away from my waist and I turn around. I pretend shock to see it's her. 'Seriously? You actually had to think about who it was?' I chuckle at her reaction and put my left arm around her shoulders while shaking my head. 'Of course not! I was just joking.' I give her shoulders a squeeze and start walking. 'Relax, blondie.' I say with a smirk. She bumps her hip against my own and does a little sprint to her locker. I shake my head at her childish behavior with a smile on my face and sprint after her. Mostly everyone already went home and shit like that so it's just us in the hall. As she gets closer to her locker I speed up to catch her and grab her by the waist from behind. She screams between laughs and I join in. Like I said, contagious. 'San! That's cheating!' She's still laughing and I don't let go. 'No, it's not. I'm just hugging you.' I tight my hold on her as to prove my point. She shakes her head but makes no attempts to take my arms from around her waist. I lean my head against her neck and a comfortable silence is the only thing surrounding us. My phone buzzes in my jacket's pocket and I groan. Is it asking too much to be with the girl you love without some ass texting you? I ask myself while slipping one arm from around her waist to fish my phone.
1 new text from 'Berry'
What can she possible want? 'Who is it?' Quinn asks softly while running her fingers along my bare arm, leaving goose bumps behind. 'Berry' I whisper back while opening the text. 'What does she want?' 'That's what I'm about to find out.'
I hope I'm not being nosy but… have you asked Quinn to be your girlfriend yet?
What the fuck? Why does she want to know? And why does she think I'm the one who asks?
No, why? And what makes you think I'm the one who asks?
It takes me a while to text her back because writing with your left arm it's not really an easy task.
Because you're the guy in the relationship.
I reread the text twice to make sure I didn't read it wrong. Did she seriously said that I'm the guy?
What do you mean, I'm the guy!
Quinn leans her head against my shoulder as I write and I steal a quick glance at her to see her eyes are close. She looks so at peace I forget about being mad at Berry. As soon as I hit 'send' I put my phone back in my pocket and slip my arm around Quinn's waist again, leaning my head against her own.
After a while Berry hasn't texted me back. I assume she's with Britt. I assume what they're doing as well. I think with a small smirk. 'We should get going.' Quinn mumbles. I nod but don't move. 'San…' 'Yes, Quinn?' 'I can't move with you holding me back.' She says matter-of-factly. I slip my arms from around her and start walking with a pout. 'S?' I turn around and see Quinn looking at the floor. I follow her line of sight and I see her books spread all over the place. Must had let them fall when I grabbed her. I walk towards her and get on my knees to grab her books. She does the same and when there's only one book left we grab it as the same time and our hands touch. This shit looks like it's out of a freaking movie. Without moving our hands apart we look at each other and lean in at the same time, slowly. So slowly it almost kills me. I want to kiss you so badly. As our lips finally touch a spark rushes throw us and we jump back startled. We lean in again and this time our lips practically crash together in a heated kiss that makes me roll my eyes back behind my lashes in pleasure. Oh, dear God. I never thought kissing could fell this good! Quinn slips her tongue in my mouth as if she owned the place and I moan in the kiss as clear thoughts completely leave my mind. After what feels like hours we break apart from our very hot make-out session to catch our breath and we lean our foreheads together. 'That was… amazing.' I say breathless. She laughs out of breath at me. 'Yeah.' She smiles. 'Amazing.' I grab her book and get up, giving her a hand that she takes. I pull her up with a little more strength than intended and our faces are a few centimeters apart. I look her in the eyes, still holding her hand and I can see her emotions throw her beautiful eyes. Want. Desire. Love. It's a mirror of my own emotions. I kiss her, gently this time. She kisses back. After a while we break apart and I smile at her. She smiles back and I give her her book back. 'I'd say thanks but it was your fault it fell.' I pretend hurt at her and put a mocking hand above my heart. 'Excuse me? I didn't heard you complain before, lady!' She shrugs at me and opens her locker. I lean back against the locker next to hers. I gotta ask someone to help me with the song for her. But who? Puck? Nah… he would just say it's sappy. Maybe Tina? She did said it's was okay but then again, I gave her a line that probably got her some with Mike. Brittany? No, she'd probably forget the letter. I mean, the girl's my best friend but she does has a tendency to forget things a lot. Berry? No, she'll tell the whole school and by the time I'm going to sing Quinn will probably know already. Mercedes? Yeah. Mercedes wouldn't tell anyone. As I finish my line of thoughts I fell a hand slip on my own. I look at Quinn and she's looking at me with a soft smile in her face. 'How long did I zone-out?' I ask guiltily. 'Not much.' She answers with a shrug. 'C'mon, you're giving me a ride home.' She says while pulling me to the doors. 'Home? I thought you might wanted to get our snuggles on?' I ask hopefully. She smiles at me. 'I have tones of homework to do, S.' I pout at her answer. I want my snuggles. She says. 'I really gotta do my homework. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?' 'You do realize I'm gonna text you?' I ask as we get to my car. She kisses me and says 'I expect nothing more of you.' Then she gets to the passenger seat and I go to the other side. I put the keys on and we drive in a comfortable silence. It's like we don't need words. I look at my side and see Quinn with her head resting on the window and looking outside. She looks stunning with the sun hitting her pale skin. We get to her house and as I stop the car she leans in and kisses me, hard. I kiss back and as she pulls apart she says, with one hand on the door already. 'I was just waiting for you to stop to do that, you know?' I nod, words apparently drained out of my system by the mind-blowing kiss she just gave me. She kisses my cheek and opens the door. 'Bye.' She says. 'B-Bye.' I stutter back, still trying to get over the kiss. She walks to the front door and I wait for her to be inside before driving away.
As I'm driving home I remember what I did today for and to Quinn and I groan. Fuck. Berry's right. I'm the guy!
A/B: So, here's the translation to what's in Spanish, by the order that is in the chapter:
'Hello, class!'
'Miss Santana, miss Quinn. We're in class, remember?'
'I'm sorry, Mr. Schue but my girl didn't understand something. I was just telling her.'
'Alright, don't let it happen again.'
'Yes, Mr. Schue, I'm sorry.'
(Please let me know if any translation is wrong.)
BTW: If you got the JJ line you watch way too much Criminal Minds… But so do I so…