Quinn immediately tensed when she woke up and felt a pair of arms around her. But then memories of the night before came flooding back to her, and she smiled warmly. Quinn turned around in Santana's embrace and snuggled closer to her.
"Mmm...too early," Santana mumbled into Quinn's hair. Quinn giggled and placed a light kiss to Santana's collarbone. Santana nuzzled further into Quinn, entangling their legs more and bringing their naked bodies closer together.
"We gotta wake up, San. Don't want to waste all of our Sunday morning. California is beautiful," said Quinn. As if on cue, a beam of light burst through the window blinds, lighting the entire room. Santana looked at Quinn's hazel eyes in the sunlight.
"No, Quinn, you're beautiful," Santana breathed. Quinn tried to hide her blush by rolling off the bed and putting on some clothes. She tossed Santana a shirt and shorts.
"Come on, I have stuff planned for us," Quinn pleaded. Santana quirked an eyebrow and quickly got changed. Quinn walked up to Santana and pecked her on the lips.
"Didn't give you a proper good morning kiss yet," she explained. Santana smiled and leaned in for a second, more passionate kiss, memorizing Quinn's taste on her lips. She opened her eyes to look at the gorgeous hazel ones in front of her.
"Why are you so perfect, Quinn?" Santana asked.
Quinn could only shrug and blush.
The two drove by Santana's hotel so the Latina could pick up some of her possessions before grabbing a quick bite to eat for breakfast. They were sitting on a little ledge overlooking the bay, having just completed a hike up the top of the rolling hills of the Bay Area. The ocean sparkled underneath the two girls; the fog barely covered the bright red-orange beams of the Golden Gate Bridge. The late afternoon sun was just setting over horizon, casting long, pink rays of sunshine over the golden city and making the Golden Gate sparkle against the dusky sky.
Santana walked back to where Quinn was sitting. She had just finished talking on the phone, a frown etched deep into her face.
"What's wrong?" Quinn inquired, searching for an answer in Santana's face.
"That was the superintendent of the school district I work in. He said that there was an important meeting that I have to attend tomorrow, which means I have to fly out today," Santana sighed.
"Oh," Quinn frowned, biting her lip nervously.
"I wish we had an extra day. I really like you, Quinn, and I really want to spend more time with you," Santana confessed. A shadow of guilt crossed over Quinn's face, but it was quickly replaced with a sad smile.
"Well, lets go back to my apartment and make the most of your stay here. When's your flight?" Quinn asked.
"In four hours."
Quinn was cooking a goodbye dinner for Santana. They had driven to Santana's hotel, packed her things, and arrived back to the apartment. The two girls then had a quickie in the shower and decided to relax for their last remaining hour, enjoying each other and laughing like there was no tomorrow. Smells of roast chicken and pasta wafted through the apartment, making both girls' stomachs growl with hunger.
"I'm gonna go check on the chicken. Wait right here," Quinn said. She slowly rose up from the loveseat, removing her legs from under Santana's legs.
"Alright," Santana replied with a lazy smile, watching the blonde sashay her hips. She was beginning to seriously love this girl.
In the kitchen, Quinn was just about to grab a mitten when the front door to her apartment opened suddenly. Quinn jumped back in surprise. Santana heard the lock click, too, and rushed to the kitchen to see what was happening.
"Quinn, who's-"
"Quinn! Babe, I missed you so much! Wow, are you cooking?" A tall blonde guy rushed through the front door and swung Quinn around in a huge hug. He captured Quinn's lips in a searing, passionate kiss that was only interrupted by Santana's slight cough. The muscular man looked at Santana, noticing her for the first time, and let go of Quinn's face.
"Hey, I'm Logan, Quinn's boyfriend. What's your name?"
"She's my uh...my friend, Santana," Quinn quickly interjected, looking at the floor. Santana still stood with her mouth agape.
B-boyfriend? she thought. And with that, her heart broke.
"Hey Santana, it's nice to meet you. How long have you and Quinn known each other? You must be special; Quinn never cooks." Logan stuck his hand out as a friendly gesture and smiled.
In a daze, Santana reached her hand out and lightly shook the boy's hand, but her mind was in a different world altogether. She looked at Quinn pointedly. "I...I have to go...my flight is soon..." and without looking back, Santana grabbed her suitcase and ran out the door, fresh tears rolling down her face. Sobs racked her body as she stumbled toward her rental car. Seeing Quinn kiss Logan like that was a slap in the face, a reminder of reality. Santana was stupid for thinking that she even had a chance. After all, she lived on the other side of the country.
"Wait!" cried out that smooth, melodic voice, but it, too, was broken by a sob.
"Don't...please, just leave me alone," Santana huffed. She refused to look at the girl that broke her heart.
"Please just let me explain-"
"EXPLAIN?" Santana exploded. "What, were you only gonna explain now that I'm leaving you!? You didn't think for once, that oh, I don't know, I'd want something more than a two-night stand out of this? I trusted you! I thought you felt the same. Obviously, you don't." Santana's voice broke.
"I do, just let me explain," Quinn pleaded.
"So, what? Was I just an experiment? We had fucking sex, Quinn. Was I just your play thing?" Tears stained the Latina's tan cheeks, tracing and retracing paths left by previous droplets.
"No, San, you weren't. What we had was amazing, I didn't want it to be ruined!" Quinn cried.
"Yeah? Well, now it is," Santana spat. Her chest flared with anger. "This would've never happened if you had mentioned something about a boyfriend." Santana sneered the last word.
"I...I..."
"What, Quinn? You didn't know you had a boyfriend?" Santana scoffed.
"No, I didn't know he'd be coming home today. He's in the army; he's been gone for year," Quinn sniffled.
"Oh, so now I'm just a fucking distraction? A replacement?"
"No, you don't understand!" Quinn took a step closer to Santana.
"What don't I understand then, Quinn?" Santana folded her arms expectantly.
"I...I..." Quinn ran the remaining distance between them and crushed their lips together. It was a rough kiss, full of desire and passion. "I fucking love you!" Quinn cried as they parted.
Santana looked too shocked to respond. But she shook her head and sighed. "I thought I loved you, too, Quinn. But then this happened. So, no, this is goodbye." And with tears streaming down her face, Santana slammed the door of her car and drove away. She pretended not to hear the cries of Quinn, or the sobs that shook the blonde; it hurt too much.
How could Santana be so stupid? She lived in fucking New York; Quinn was in fucking San Francisco; how could they ever be something? Santana had met Quinn a week ago, had spent less than 3 days with her. She barely knew Quinn, her past, her hobbies, her favorites, her background. It was irrational to think that Santana could have fallen in love with her so quickly. But she had. Santana Lopez had fallen heads over heels in love with Quinn Fabray. Quinn was just that special. Something about her had captured Santana's heart from the moment she set eyes on her. And there was nothing that Santana could do about it.
Except forget. That was it. As Santana drove off toward airport, she tried to forget Quinn Fabray. She tried to forget her smile, her hazel eyes, her voice. She tried to forget Logan, everything about the situation. It was time to return to New York, to her regular life. Time to forget California.
Santana wasn't a Califonia gurl.
A/N: I know it seems really fast-paced, but this idea has been sitting in my head for awhile and I just had to spit it out. I'm going to take it slower from now on and really develop Santana and Quinn as characters. Please review! Thanks(: