'Don't.' Quinn glares at Finn when he tries to kiss her.

The loud music is blasting through the living room, people around them aren't paying them any attention and the crowd is the only thing stopping Quinn from freaking out about him wanting to kiss her.

'C'mon, Quinn. Just one kiss.' He tries to pull her closer by the waist.

'Get off!' She hits his chest but he does nothing to stop.

Suddenly someone grabs him by his left shoulder and turns him around. Before he can react, he's punched right in the nose.

'She said off, jerk.' A Latina tells him next to the boy who punched him. She has her arms crossed and is currently glaring at him. 'Move before Puck finishes you.'

Clutching his nose, Finn dares a glance at Quinn, who is smiling at the other girl.

'Listen, asshole, as soon as Satan says the word, you're finished so you better run.' The boy with a Mohawk that punched him wraps an arm around the brunette's shoulders and they both glare at him.

'Fine. Jeez, I was just trying to get laid.'

The Latina growls and jumps at him, Puck barely grabbing her waist in time. Finn jumps back in fear and lets out a girly scream.

'Easy, Satan. Easy.' Puck tells her with a chuckle. 'He's not worth the arrest.'

'Off, Puckerman.' She growls again and he lets her go.

'I'm serious, don't kill the guy.'

'He'll just pay the hospital a visit. No big deal.'

Finn gulps at the smirk on her face.

'Who the fuck are you? What do you want?' He glares her down.

She steps up to him, nose to nose with anger clear in her brown eyes. Most people are now watching them closely.

'I'm the new bitch in town.' She smirks again and knees him in the stomach.

He whimpers and falls down.

'Next's your balls.'

She walks outside and gives Quinn a look. The blonde quickly follows her.

'I'm so glad to see you, Tana. I can't believe you're back.' Quinn hugs her, lifting her off the ground. 'I missed you so much.'

Santana hugs her back, trying and failing to stop the smile on her face, and when the blonde lets her go, they smile at each other.

'Still the prettiest smile.' Santana says, using her index finger to lift Quinn's chin and making her blush. 'I missed you too, Q.'

'Who was that boy, Tana?'

'Jealous, Q?'

The blonde scoffs.

'Of course not.'

'Babe, you can't fool me.'

Quinn blushes again, at the name this time, and rolls her eyes afterwards.

'Okay, fine. I haven't seen you in three years and we didn't keep in touch. Suddenly you're back in town and there's some guy following your every order. Yes, Tana, I'm fucking jealous.'

'Q!' Santana gasps jokingly. 'You sweared.'

Quinn rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

'Still isn't funny to joke with me, idiot.'

'Sorry, babe.' Santana smiles at her again and wraps her arms around the other girl's waist. 'And my parents adopted Puck, there's no reason to be jealous.'

Quinn wraps her arms around the brunette's neck.

'He's your brother?'

'Yeah. Apparently, we left so my parents could adopt him. I kinda of didn't talk to any of them for two weeks.'

'Satan?!' Puck yells, beer in hand as he makes is away to her.

'Shut the fuck up, ass.' She says as she pulls away from the blonde.

'Don't swear.' Quinn whispers into her ear and Santana smiles.

I missed you so fucking much.

'Hey, you must be Quinn Fabray.' He shakes her hand. 'My sister is nuts 'bout you.'

'Yeah, that's me. Thanks for that back there.' She chooses not to comment the last part, blaming it on the alcohol the boy clearly drank already.

'No problem. I'm Noah Puckerman-Lopez but just call me Puck.'

'Puck, why don't you go get laid? After the stunt you pulled with the tree, every straight girl in that party wants to fuck you.'

'Later, Satan.' He quickly says before turning around and going inside again.

'So… dating anyone?' Quinn asks when Puck's out of hearing shot.

'Yeah.'

Tears are seconds away of falling from Quinn's eyes when Santana grabs her face and softly presses their lips together.

'You.' She smiles. 'We never broke up, Q.'

Quinn smiles back at her and kisses her again. They break apart breathless and sit on the stairs. Quinn grabs the other girl's hand and intertwines their fingers.

'What's new in Lima?' Santana says, smiling down at their hands.

Quinn tenses up. Santana squeezes her hand and kisses the top of her head.

'It's okay, Q. You don't need to tell me.'

'My parents got divorced.' Quinn whispers after a few minutes.

'Quinn… baby, I'm so sorry.' Santana lets go of her hand and pulls her into a sideways hug, rubbing her arm soothingly.

'Don't be.' Quinn pulls back. 'My dad was a beard, Tana.'

'WHAT?!'

The blonde quickly covers her mouth with her hand.

'Apparently, my mom was cheating on my dad with McKinley's football coach, Shannon Beiste. My dad walked in on them and got the divorce.'

Santana takes Quinn's hand from her mouth and holds it with both of hers.

'What do you think about that?'

'I think my mom shouldn't had been the way she was about us when she was cheating on my dad with a woman.' Quinn says through greeted teeth. 'She's such a hypocrite!' Quinn stands up and groans. 'She had no right of telling me I couldn't be with you when she was with a woman! It's not fucking fair! She told me all the time that homosexuality was wrong when she was sleeping with another woman! Who does she think she is!? I hate her!'

Santana stands up and wraps Quinn's arms around her neck. She wraps her own around Quinn's waist and kisses her nose.

'She was scared. She was thought that what she was doing was wrong. And I know you don't hate her, babe. You're angry with her because she forbid us to be together, not because she's gay. And now we know we can be together without having to go behind their back.'

Quinn hides her face on Santana's neck.

'I hate it when you're right.' She mumbles.

'Talk to your mom, Q. I'm sure she thinks you hate her, even if you and I both know you don't.'

Quinn nods and kisses her shoulder.

'I love you, Tana.' The blonde says, wanting to say so much more but not finding the words needed. There is so much she needs to tell the other girl but God is her mouth betraying her.

'I love you too.' Santana squeezes her waist with a smile because she knows. She knows exactly how much Quinn wants to tell her but she also knows how fucked up letting out your feelings, even to someone you know for an eternity can be. But, she knows as well how Quinn feels and, honestly, that's all that matters right now because she feels the same if not the same multiplied by infinite. They can work out the little details later.