Quinntana Week 2014 Day Two: Comfort/Fluff

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December 27th, 2018

Santana's POV

I could not find anything else to stare at besides her stunning face. Her blonde locks hang freely, resting on her shoulders. Her back was perfectly straight; she was a classy and attractive woman. Her fingernails were painted a peach-cream color. Her eyes were like glittering, it struck me a few minutes to divert my gaze from beautiful golden piercing eyes. She was wearing a black blouse that contrasts with her beautiful skin. She looks calm, stunning.

"Whoa." A word escaped my lips in a whisper. She lowers her gaze, pink lips forming a lopsided grin. "You are stunning."

Anxiety ran in my veins, I could feel how my body countered at her crimson color cheeks. I smiled; we smiled at each other. She took a deep breath, placing a strand of hair behind her ear, nervously. I could easily lost myself in her amazing eyes. I have never seen such flawless human being. Her complexion was beautiful, her lips, everything about her was gorgeous.

"Thank you." Moreover, her voice, if I recollected it was sexy yesterday; I cannot find a word to distinguish it today.

I lowered my head, remembering I was only in my underwear and a big shirt. "Hi." I face palm myself. A simple hi? Where was your charm, Lopez?

"Hello." She said, licking her lips. My eyes traced the wet muscle and I had to blink and focus on something else.

"So, last night when I said, I'll see you tomorrow, I'd never realized that it could be possible." She smiled again and my stomach felt warm. "If I knew you were going to steal my milk, appearing on my time, I would've dressed for the occasion." She giggled and immediately it was my favorite sound.

"I am sorry, to interrupt your breakfast, Santana." She said playfully, her lips parted.

I shrugged, closing the refrigerator door. "Can I move?"

"Where?" She asked, inspecting her watch.

"To the table?" I said looking at the floor.

"Try it." I moved one leg, walking toward the table. Nothing happened; I still had a beautiful woman a few feet away. "The energy must have grown at night."

"So technically, this is a reaction of the accumulated energy?" I stuck out and took hold of a bowl from the cabinet, followed by a spoon.

"Um, yes." She said, wrinkling her eyebrows. "I don't get why the energy is changing. It will grow from time to time. We lost contact last night and now you are in my time." I served cereal in my bowl and she smiled. "Apparently, the energy is not evading anything in your time or mine."

"Example, you are drinking my milk." I said smirking.

"Actually, you are eating my cereal."

"I guess we are even." I stretched my hand across the table. Her eyes follows my movements carefully."Is this okay? May I take the milk?" The white gallon was in the middle of us. She extends her hand sliding the gallon toward me. "Thanks."

She shuts down her computer and I proceed to consume my breakfast. My eyes met hers from time to time. Her shy persona continues to eat breakfast and I could not help but grin. "You can talk, I will not bite."

"I was just thinking."

"About how you need to close the portal?" She coughed followed by a laugh.

"I would like to search the main intention under all of this, first."

"Do you want me to be your experiment?" I said chuckling. "I will agree. Unless you will have to inject blue liquid injections and make me run on a treadmill." She laughed. "I mean, I'm okay with running, just don't like to sweat." My hands felt cold for a second. She is so incredibly beautiful.

Her watch clicked, making us halt the stare followed by her phone; she excuses herself and answers the call.

"Yeah?" She answers the call, looking over her plate. "Okay, I'll be downstairs in a second." She bore on her phone ending the call and grinned toward me. "Well, stranger. It's nice to put faces to the voice."

"No, the pleasure is mine. Thank you, it's nice indeed to put a beautiful face with that sexy voice of yours." She blushed, standing from the table. I studied her figure. She was taller than I was, with an impeccable body and an impressive ass.

"Nice to meeting you, S." She grabs her laptop. "I guess I'll see you later. Good luck with your realtor." She says, walking to the door.

I nodded, "Hey Q?" She turned her body. "Nice meeting you too."She flashes a shy smile, followed by an awkward nod. She took a few more steps to the door before she disappeared in front of me. The energy in that area must be not strong enough for me to see her leaving the loft, but I was not complaining.

I brought my hands to my face, Fuck. How am I attracted to someone who is not in my same timeline? I must be absolutely insane. I smiled ruefully and shook my head. "Hate you, portal." I filled my lungs with air, scratching my nape. "And thank you portal."

I stood from the chair and got ready to meet the Realtor, thinking if I this will be the only time I will see the blonde beauty.

"Good morning, Miss Lopez." I sat on the chair in front of my Realtor. She has my file in her hands. "I didn't expect to see you so soon. Have you changed your mind about selling the loft?"

"No, it's the opposite. I would like to finish the process today. I would like to send all the papers."

She removed her glasses and smile surprised. "May I ask why the sudden change?"

"I left my greedy side behind. I know someone will buy the loft… eventually."

"Of course, it's a beautiful residence. The only trouble we experienced was the timing; you wanted this to sell in a few weeks. Normally it takes months, sometimes years."

"I understand, my obstinate self wasn't allowing me to sleep. Nevertheless, I know everything will be all right."

"Well, this is perfect. We can finish the process and send the documents this afternoon."

"Thank you. Oh," She raises her gaze from the papers in front of her. "I will like to sell it furnished."

"Are you sure? Most of the clients get an extra twenty percent when they trade their personal things."

"I don't care about the money anymore." Was I going insane? Yesterday I was scared, thinking I would never sell the loft. Considering that I had to rent it to the lazy ass man, who will never meet me at the end of the month, because he is unable to compensate the high New York rent. Now, Quinn washed away my stress.

"Okay, sign here."

My phone says its seven forty in the afternoon. I just got home from work. I've never rushed to the subway as today. Just the idea of a possible merging with Quinn was enough to sit in that smelly seat. I sighed inspecting the loft, there are no signs of Quinn anywhere. I walked to the bathroom, my make-up is flawless and my hair is perfect, definitely better than this morning.

I have thought all day about her, about that beautiful stranger in my kitchen. I could not work; all I was picturing was her perfect smile, beautiful eyes and how pathetic I was for looking forward to someone who I did not know.

Where my life turn now? Yesterday, I met this stranger, who suddenly evoke things in me I didn't know it was possible to wake. I felt comfortable around her, simple as that. Maybe the fact that she is living here in the future makes me feel some type of way. I rub my lips with each other. Sliding my finger slowly in them, spreading my lipstick.

Here I was. Looking perfect as if I was going for a date; hoping the portal opens and I can see her again. What if she is not at home? What if the merge doesn't happen? I then walked back to the kitchen. This is where I saw her for the first time, this is where the merge occurred, and this is where it might occur again. My hands were shaking, as I pace like an idiot. The only sound in the loft was of my heels hitting the floor. I don't need heels at home. I shook my head, taking off my shoes. Now I'm smaller than she is. This was stupid. I grabbed my shoes, putting them back on.

I didn't even recognize myself. I walked again to the living room and then rearward to the kitchen. I was uneasy, nervous and I must tell you, I am never anxious, I am Santana Lopez. I don't get nervous. Period.

Focus.

Focus.

"What if she spreads out that door? She will see you pacing around like an idiot." I opened the fridge, seeking for anything that could distract me. "She'll know you are waiting for her." I grabbed the jug of water and placed it on the counter top. I filled the nearby glass and drank. "She will know you are acting like a fucking dork." I placed the glass on the counter. "At least you can pretend you are drinking water and not look pathetic Lopez!"

My heart speeds up its pace when I picked up the sound of the door opening. I turned to my right, looking at my closed door. Silver circles were expanding slowly in the area. It took me a few seconds to understand the energy and how it looks. I quickly grabbed the cup and drank the water, I smirked taking deep breaths. My confidence was back, I can do this.

Maybe, just maybe I was able to see her again. The circles were coming my way and I stood still, seeking for her.

"Santana?" She calls my name, bringing a smile to my face. I couldn't see her; probably the portal wasn't strong enough for her to combine places.

"Hey." I responded. I could hear the door of the closet opening and closing. She must be taking her jacket off. I looked at the microwave time, eight twenty.

"How are you?" She said and her voice was getting stronger with every step she took on the floor. I leered; she appeared in front of the kitchen. Her fingertips caressing her scalp and her head, looking at the opposite wall. She seemed exhausted; her body leaned close to the wall and she curved her back removing her boots. She hasn't noticed my presence. She puts the boots neatly next to each other's and place some other things on the board.

"Good and you?" I stated, walking closer to her. She notices the difference of the tone, as I did with her voice. Golden eyes find mine for a short second. She eyed me up and down discreetly. "Hi." Quinn was like three feet out from me and her beauty was still more noticeable today.

"Hi." She smiled and I met red cheeks again. "You look nice." She said, holding her hands in her front. "Not that you didn't earlier." I folded my arms, playfully and she rocked her head. "I mean, this morning." She shrugged and I laughed.

"Thanks, Q." Quinn takes a deep breath, finding her hands more interesting than my face. "May I ask you something?"

"Sure." She raises her head, crossing her arms.

"How high is the energy around us?"

"High enough for you to merge in my time. It depends, the energy level is between contact and places."

"Contact? That means you can't touch me?" She laughed.

"The energy might not be enough," She stated. "I can see you, because the portal is creating a merge, however, physical contact can dissipate energy."

"Want to try?" I said stretching my hand. "Hello again." She smirked, looking at my exposed hand. Her watch clicked and she pressed a button stopping the sound. Her hand finds mine and I felt electricity running to the nape of my neck as soon as I touched her tender skin. My stomach felt agitated and easy at the same time. She looked at our linked hands, biting her lip. God, she was killing me with simple gestures.

"Hello." I released her hand and she checked her watch. "According to my watch, the energy keeps increasing."

"Why?," I said, walking back to the kitchen. "Is it because of me? The energy must be sensing how hot I am." I open the cabinet, seeking for glasses and wine. I could hear her laughter behind me.

"Are you always this confident, S?"

"Yes?" I said, looking over my shoulder. She smiled wearily and sat down at the table. "Wine?" She nodded and I handle her a glass. "You seem tired."

"It was a tiring day." She took a sip from her glass. "How was your day? Finished everything with your realtor?"

I sat across the table like this morning. She didn't feel like a stranger at all.

"Yes. I guess your future self will get the loft furnished."

"Oh well, thank you for that." She replies cheekily. "I am certain the future version of me in your timeline will appreciate not having to take everything from Boston."

"See? You made my life easier, I did yours."

"Guess we are even."

A bottle and a half later, our conversation became fluent. She explained how she likes her job. That she and her sister are partners; and how she wanted to be a time traveler. Our conversation was running; I was addicted to her eyes and perfect smile. Later we completed the second bottle, the energy was decreasing and the room was slightly spinning, or that could be the effects of the wine.

She vanished in the middle of our conversation and I quickly searched for the silver rings.

"Quinn?" I called her. "Did you close the portal already?" I asked and I could hear her laughing. Everything seems funny around her.

"No. Where are you?" Her voice was sweet and rough.

"In front of the table. I can see the circles around you.

"Move closer to me." She said.

"Where are you?" Suddenly, I saw her. "There you are." She clapped and I laughed. Understandably we have drunk and immediately we were experiencing the effects. "Are you drunk?"

"No." She answers, fixing her hair in a messy bun.

Our gazes keep finding each other's. It was a game neither of us dared to stop. Her presence felt warm, her company was right, as if we were not alone.

And we weren't.

I sat along the floor, resting my back along the cabinets next to the fridge. "If you are closer to me, you can't disappear." I tapped the floor, inviting her to take a place next to me. A sweet vanilla scent crossed my path. There was no distance between us. I gaze at her eyes, shades of green blend with rich gold, beautifully. "Your eyes are beautiful." I whispered and she smiled.

I felt slightly light-headed. Her voice sounded loud and clean with our proximity, "Thank you."

I poured more wine in her glass and she sips slowly. "You smell good too." I said nudging her.

"I know." She responds with a smirk on her face.

I laughed. "What, you are Miss Confident now?"

"Always." She winked and pushed me. "Move." She placed her glass on the floor, accommodating her body on the floor and resting her head on my lap. "That's better. Your ceiling is spinning."

I raise my hands. Where should I place them? I put my glass on the floor and place a strand of hair behind her ear. She removed the rubber band from her hair, letting her golden locks rest on my lap.

"Why New York?" She shuts her eyes resting her hands along her belly.

"My friend Rachel moved here after high school, I wanted a change, something big. A city that could run at my pace. I came from a small town in Lima, Ohio."

"Lima? My dad was supposed to station there."

"Really? I mean is quiet, everyone knows each other. It's a right spot if you are not extroverted. Not for me."

"So, you decided to move in with your friend?" I looked at her golden locks spread on my lap. I slowly intertwined my fingers in her hair and she smiled, approving of this.

"She rented this loft. We lived here with my friend Kurt. It was fun and full of drama. Too many gay people around. Then more people started living with us. It was just crowded." She chuckles. "We were young and wanted a dream. Kurt married his boyfriend Blaine and left the loft. Rachel became a Broadway star and eventually it was just me. Rent was expensive, my mom saved money for me to get to college and I bought this place instead. Then it was me studying at NYADA, working at a diner and all that."

"Seems a lot." I started running my fingers slowly in her scalp.

"It's over now. I love this place, but I don't feel like New York is good for me. Now I feel like going back to a different place."

"Yes, I understand. My sister and I traveled a lot when we were younger. My dad being in the military, made us move every two, three years. I never felt comfortable in single place."

"Until now?" She nodded.

"Yes. I love this place. Love this city and surely love my job." She chuckled. "Well, sometimes I enjoy it. My sister started working in the department first. Two years ago, I was studying at Harvard and I wanted to work with her. I wanted to be able to control the past and present." She said fixing her gaze with mine. "I wanted to find out what was possible. To see if second chances were possible." She counted up to the roof. "My parents died in a car accident, two years ago."

"Sorry to hear that."

She smiles and resumes her talking. "My sister taught me everything about time elapses and zones." She took a deep breath. "We worked for months, trying to gather energy to go back in time, to prevent my parents accident."

"Did it work?"

"Yes and no. Frannie and I merged back in time, illegally of course. We managed to make them stay at home that day." She cleaned a tear that escaped her eyes. "We tried everything, but at the end of the day, they weren't there.

"My sisters' asked me to work with her one more time, I declined. I couldn't see them like that again. Still, I knew someplace, deep in the past, they were wholly right and perhaps one day, I can get backward and see them." Her look changed with her speech. I can honestly feel the craving she has to see her parents again. "It's extraordinary all you can do with energy." I gaze in her eyes; I could see everything in them, from love to hate. From hate to sadness. From sorrow to love. From love to hope.

I bopped her nose and she blushed. "It is. And I bet you'll see them again." Her hands covering her face. "Tell me more about yourself." She shrugged one shoulder. "Come on."

"Well, I love bacon." She said fist bumping the air. "I hate not owning a parking place in front of the edifice. I drink coffee twice a day. I go to the café a block away from here; they let me pay my coffee weekly. Every afternoon, my coffee is ready and I only walk in and walk out."

"You drink that much coffee? How can you sleep at night?" She laughed cheekily.

"Sometimes I ask that myself. Today, my coffee for the week was paid."

"You have a secret admirer?"

"Who knows, I got flowers yesterday."

"Perhaps your co-worker." She furrows her brows, chuckling and shaking her head. "What was her name?"

"I don't tell people white carnations are my favorite flower. Oh," She puts forward her body a little and looks at the time in the microwave. "My birthday is in twenty minutes."

"Tomorrow?" She nodded. I looked at the time, it was eleven forty.

"In twenty minutes." She repeats, sticking her tongue out and turning over her eyes. "Don't mind me, I'm kinda drunk."

"Oh, I can't tell." I said playfully, my voice drenched in irony.

"Whatever, S. You are too. Plus, you're caressing my hair... Let's say it's not helping."

"I didn't know that triggers your drunken state, Q."

"It's a mystery." She shuts her eyes once again and I stare at her beautiful expression. "Tell me more about yourself." She says, holding her eyes shut. "What's your favorite color?"

"Red and black. Yours?"

"Purple, I think."

"You think?" She shrugs.

"I think."

I smiled, holding a lock of blonde hair in my fingers. "Your turn. How many boyfriends have you had?"

"Two."

"Girlfriends?" I said, angling my head.

"None." My eyes widened.

"None?"

"Just random girls here and there, nothing official. You?"

"Well I dated most of my male friends in high school." She covers her mouth.

"That's a gay thing, S."

"Ironic, I know. Then it was me and my best friend." She stares at me with a grim face. "I broke it off two years ago. It wasn't working."

"One day I'll work. You'll find someone special." She smirks and closes her eyes for a second time. "Quit staring." She muttered.

"Do you mind?"

"Not really. I can stare too." I grinned affectionately at her. "We can stare at each other."

"Really? Just like that?"

"Yes. Let's make it a staring contest."

I burst out laughing and she squints her eyes, attempting to stay sober and concentrated. "You are not helping, Q. What are we five?"

"You are distracting me. I will not lose."

"I did not agree to this game." I said, but never breaking eye contact.

"My rules."

"I don't know the rules." I smiled, looking straight at her. "I just know the basic rule. Stare."

"My rules are different... and I'm winning." I laughed shifting my eyes from hers.

"Winner!" She yells. "Thank you, thank you!"

I looked at the time. It was almost midnight. "I certainly don't recognize what you won. Never learned your rules." I said taking a sip from the wine.

"There are no rules."

"You said you had rules."

"Did you trust me?" She says, poking her chest.

"Well, yeah."

"Shame on you. Rule number one, never trust a stranger." She holds her weight on her shoulders and drink the rest of the wine in her glass.

"Even though that stranger is not a stranger anymore?"

"Rule number two. Never question a stranger." She snickered and I couldn't help but to join her. The contented silence came back. She closes her eyes on my lap and for a second I though she was asleep. I could gaze at her face all night long. Everything about her was perfect. Her complexion, they way she talks, her sarcasm and humor. Not to mention her raspy and sexy voice. I could not be more grateful. She changed my life in a simple way. For some cause, I won't mind merging in her time every day, as long as I can see up her beautiful face.

I notice the time and I poke at her shoulder blade slightly. "Hey, beautiful." She hums in response, her lips parted. "Happy birthday."

"Thank you." She whispers. "Rule number three, you can give a gift to the birthday girl." She opens one eye and quickly closes it again. My heart was running; her smell was all over me. Was she giving me permission to kiss her? I leaned down toward her. Her eyes stayed close. I diverted my gaze to her lips. She slowly licks them and I moved forward cautiously, pressing a fond kiss onto her cheek.

A gentle smile crosses her face and for a second, I regret not kissing her pink lips. Hazel eyes meet mine, her cheeks turning hot as she bites her lips. Perhaps, she thought the same thing. Maybe she asked for a kiss on her lips. How stupid was I?

"Can we try that again?" She barely whispers.

She lifts her head from my lap closing the space between us. Her soft lips peck mine in a swift movement. My body felt like it was flying, her hand finds the crook of my neck holding me still. I grazed my lips with hers tenderly. Her soft lips guided me through the kiss flawlessly. Her right hand resting firmly on my neck, her breathing, everything was perfect. My heart was rushing along, I was dizzy and I knew the wine was not causing my drowsiness.

"Are we still playing?" I whispered in her lips and she hummed in reply. "Rule number four, don't close the portal."

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