Day 2 comfort/fluff

Day 2 - Comfort/Fluff
These are the happy, mushy stories. So just Quinntana being cute together, being happy together. Or comforting each other for whatever reason and in whatever way you can think of. This is mostly feelgood.

Quinn stared out the window of her Yale dorm., watching the rain fell. She felt like it matched her insides. She was sad, and feeling guilty. She couldn't believe that Finn was really gone. And that she had not had the courage to go home for his memorial service. Lack of courage aside, she also couldn't afford to miss classes, her semester was tough. She was sure Rachel must hate her for having not gone. She sighed and tried to her attention back to her homework.

A gentle knock at her door gave her a welcome distraction. It must be Lydia from across the hall, wanting to borrow a movie.

"It's open Lydia! Come on in and pick a movie out!" she called.

The door swung open and instead of seeing Lydia's blonde hair she saw a dark haired figure enter her room, which made her gasp in surprise.

"Santana, what are you doing here?" Quinn asked, getting to her feet.

Santana walked across the room and embraced Quinn in a long hug.

"Because I know you. You are probably sitting here beating yourself up for not coming back to Lima." Santana said softly. Quinn tried to fight back the tears forming in her eyes as she embraced her friend/two-time fling.

"I'm ok, really I am."

"Yeah, and I'm Rachel Berry. I know you, and I don't mean that in a dirty way," Santana said, not unkindly.

"Fine." Quinn sighed. "I hate myself for not having the courage to go, and for not being brave enough to ask for leave from school."

Santana gently guided them to sit on the bed. "It was terrible, so sad. Berry is more of a hot mess than she normally is. Everyone's just a mess. Kurt…." Santana said shaking her head.

"How about you?"

"I feel terrible for always being such a jerk to him. I was so mean." Santana said shaking her head.

"He knew you cared about him, through all those remarks. I feel guilty for how I treated him…I cheated on him with his best friend…and got pregnant." Quinn said, not caring that the tears were falling now.

"He cared about you too. About all of us, he was a good person, it doesn't make any sense why he had to die so young." Santana said, letting her tears fall as well until the two were both sobbing and clinging to each other.

As they continued to hold each other, Quinn felt herself melt into Santana's arms, and before she realized what she was doing, she was kissing Santana, sloppy, tear-stained kisses. Santana returned the kiss, and Quinn felt her pain somehow lessening, which each nanosecond that their lips touched.

"Quinn….." Santana said pulling back and Quinn was afraid she was going to freak out and leave. "I missed you so much. I came because I wanted to see if you were ok…but also because I just needed to see you. We have hardly talked since….well…yeah."

"I know. I think I was confused or scared you wouldn't like me. But seeing you in front of me now, it is all crystal clear…." Quinn said breaking off.

"What's crystal clear?" Santana asked meeting her eyes.

"That I adore you," Quinn whispered which earned her a soft smile from Santana.

"Right back at you," Santana retored, meeting her lips once again. "All I kept thinking about in Lima was you. How life is so short, we never know when it's going to end. And I don't want to spend another day without you, without kissing you, without telling you how you are the most amazing woman in this world."

Quinn was touched by Santana's rare display of emotion. "You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that…..do you think we can give being together a try?"

"Hell to the yes!" Santana exclaimed and the two burst into giggles that died off and led them into another set of kisses.

"Cuddle with me tonight?" Quinn asked, hopefully.

"Not just tonight, every night babe." Santana said.