Quinn POV

9:00 am

I roll over and put my arm out expecting to feel a warm body underneath it, but I'm greeted with a cold spot instead. It's Saturday morning so I know Santana isn't at school and she hates getting up early so where could she have gone? I sit up in bed and rub my eyes before stretching and getting out of bed. I walk to the bathroom first so I can brush my teeth, fix my hair, and use the restroom. I then walk out to the living room, "San where are you?," but my question is answered when I hear the strumming of guitar strings coming from our patio. I walk out and lean against the door listening and taking in every note of the song until she finishes, "that's really great San."

Santana jumps out of her chair, "Quinn you scared the living shit out of me!" She clutches her chest to try and steady her heavy breathing.

I laugh at her, "I'm sorry love. I didn't know Santana 'I'm from Lima Heights Adjacent' Lopez got scared." I can feel her staring at me and when I say if looks could kill I would be so dead right now. "Come here," I open up my arms and she walks right into them. "Good morning beautiful."

She mumbles in my chest, "I don't get scared you just surprised me that's all. But good morning mi armor." She leans back and kisses me and I almost melt into her embrace. "Can I make you breakfast?"

I clear my throat "yes of course San. As long as there's bacon and a lot of it." She hums her response and walks into the kitchen to cook my breakfast. "What are you going to make me?" I sit on the counter eating grapes she took out.

"I think I'm going to make French toast, bacon, and a fruit salad on the side." She takes out the bread, milk, eggs, and cinnamon, which I'm guessing is her secret ingredient. "Okay blondie, shoo, you and your sexy body are distracting me."

I hop down off the counter, "well stop looking at my sexy body then." I smirk at her and grab her ass before walking to the living room.i plop onto the couch and turn on the morning cartoons, and luckily my favorite one is on, Spongebob! "Turn the channel now," I hear Santana call from the kitchen. Santana hates Spongebob because she thinks he is too dumb and it isn't a great example for kids, but we don't have any so I don't see why she always gets so upset when I turn him on. I groan and turn it to the HGTV channel. "Better?" I say sarcastically and I hear her hum in response.

After breakfast this morning, both Santana and I fell asleep on the couch. When I reach out hoping to feel her warmth beneath me I once again feel a cold spot. I slowly open my eyes and sit up so I can stretch and look around for Santana. I throw the blanket onto the couch and get up to go walk around to see if I can find my girlfriend. "Santana?" I first check our room and I find an empty room. I then walk to her next favorite space, the bathroom. Yet again I find another empty space. "Ugh where the hell could she be?" I walk into the kitchen and I don't see her in there either. Then it finally clicks in my head, our patio her third favorite space. "Santana are you out here?" I peek my head out and see a sleeping Santana laying next to her guitar. I couldn't help but smile and walk over to her. "Babe, I'm going to carry you to the couch so you can sleep more peacefully," I bend over and pick her up, she's quite light so I have no problem, and I carry her to the couch and gently lay her down.

"Are you going to lay with me?" I hear her mumble into the pillow. She rolls onto to her side so her back is facing me. "I want to be the little spoon for once." I give in and lay behind her and wrap her in my arms. I move some of her hair and kiss the back of neck. "I love you Fabray."

"I love you too Lopez." I start lazily tracing patterns on her skin since I'm not tired. Then someone disturbs my peace by knocking on the door. "What the hell.." I get up and walk to the door and I look out the peephole and see our good friends Rachel. Well she's more of my friend, Santana doesn't care much for her. I groan before opening the door. "Hey Rachel. What can I do for you?" Before I can finish my sentence she's already in my house. "Hey to you too Quinn," I reply to myself and close the door.

"Jesse broke up with me...and I need a place to stay," and she starts balling tears right in the middle of the room. Santana obviously not hearing the first part wakes up almost instantly at the last part and almost screams, "Hell no Rachel.! Go stay with Lady Hummel and her Gel baby. You're not staying at my house."

"Santana Marie..." I hiss her name out and glare at her. She turns her head and I motion for the bedroom. "Follow me now." I mouth to her. She reluctantly gets off the couch and follows me to the room. I close the door and in a whispered tone I explain, "Jesse just broke up with her and since they lived in Jesse's house she can't stay there and she doesn't have her own place. And even if she wanted to stay with Kurt and Blaine she couldn't, they're out of town and they most likely don't have a spare key just sitting around," I see her face soften a bit, "please just let her stay for awhile. She's broken and besides we're all good enough friends to make it work. Right?" Me calling all of us friends earned me the deadly Lopez glare.

"Fine. She can stay, but if she does something stupid or messes with me or my food, Bitch is gonna die. Understand?" I can't help but nod since she seemed upset about being woken up and plus she sorta kinda said she would play nice.

"Thank you so much. I owe you," I kiss her and walk back out to Rachel. "Okay you can stay but there are going to have to be some rules so you don't get murdered while you're here." I can see her swallow and she just nods.

4:00 pm

This marks the fourth hour Rachel has been here and so far it's been going good. Santana hasn't tried to go all Lima Heights on her and Rachel has been reading over scripts. I hear Rachel clear her throat so I look over to see her smiling. "So since you guys have been kind enough to let me stay here at your humble house I would love to cook dinner for you." I look at Santana and see her face wrinkle in disgust. Rachel is a vegetarian so most of her foods only contain vegetables and San isn't a big fan of veggies. Rachel continues, "it won't contain meat but it will taste exquisite," then she looks at Santana' "there will be breadsticks."

I can see Santana's face light up but she keeps her voice level, "Fine you cook midget. But if you mess up my food I will ends you."

"Yeah that would be great Rach. We would love to help you cook or buy the ingredients you need. Right babe?" I elbow San in her side and she hums in response.

"No it will be fine. I can go out and purchase the ingredients myself and I'm not going to cook for another few hours. So just relax," she goes back to reading her script so I lean back into Santana and continue watching cooking shows with her.

8:30 pm

Dinner went really well. Santana and Rachel talked for awhile. The two of them actually have a lot in common but they're both too stubborn to just get to know each other. Now we're sitting on the couches drinking wine and talking, well they're talking and I'm just pretending to pay attention. I'm snapped out of my daze when I hear San calling my name repeatedly. "What? Why are you guys staring at me?" I look at Santana then at Rachel and they both start laughing. "What's so funny?" They continue laughing and I start to get upset since I don't know what's going on.

"You," Rachel gets out in between breaths, "you've been looking so lost for the past hour and San here informed me you were pretending to listen so we decided to ask you some questions."

Im still lost so I wait silently for one of them to continue. "I asked you if you we could have a threesome with Rachel and your response was," she mocks my voice, "oh my gosh that's the best idea ever.!" I can feel my face turn a deep shade of red because it feels really hot. They continue laughing and I'm really embarrassed so I stand up.

"Santana I'm ready to go to sleep," I walk off to the bedroom hoping she will follow so we could prepare for bed. I start changing into my pajamas when I feel two arms snake around my waist. Then two lips kiss my bare shoulder.

"Quinn are you alright? I didn't mean to make you feel any type of way, it was just a mere joke," I can hear the sincerity of her apology so decide to forgive her. I turn around in her arms and rest my head in the crook of her neck and breath in her scent. "Are you honestly tired or just embarrassed?"

"I'm actually really tired and I want to gets my cuddles on with you," I mimic Santana's ghetto talk which cause her to erupt in laughter. I kiss her nose and walk to my dresser and grab a shirt and some sweats. I throw them on and go lay in bed. Santana's joins me minutes later in similar attire. She has her hair in the cutest messiest bun I've ever seen with her glasses, one of my long sleeved shirts and some shorts.

"You know a picture lasts longer," she looks over at me with a smile. I just shrug and tie my hair up in a high ponytail then lay down on my side. "So I see someone wants to be the little spoon again tonight," she lays down and presses her front into my back and puts her hand on some exposed skin on my waist. I melt into her embrace and my eyes begin to get heavy. I feel San press a kiss to my shoulder, "Good night. I love you mi amor."

I mumble, "Nite. Love you too Santana." I fall asleep soon after with no trouble.