New York 11:15 am
Quinn woke up the next morning feeling a lot better, she never sleeps until noon, but she was really tired for last day. She made her way to the bathroom, finding a new toothbrush and everything to take a good shower.
Twenty minutes later she went down stairs looking for Santana; she thought at first that the brunette would be still sleeping, but after walking by her door finding the empty bed she decided to look in the kitchen. But the house seemed to be empty. The only thing Quinn found was a note on the fridge, apparently from Santana.
" I thought you were sleeping and I wanted to let you sleep… I asked Jane to buy some food so take whatever you need from the fridge.
By the way good morning.
Santana."
Quinn left the note on the table with a little smile on her face, and went right to the fridge. She pulled out some eggs and bacon. She took a minute wondering if she should cook lunch instead of breakfast and wait for Santana. The blonde was deep in thought when a soft "hello" came from behind her. She turned around quickly, obviously surprised. There was a woman in the kitchen Quinn couldn't recognize. The woman should be in her early thirties, with short black hair and slightly shorter than Quinn, she had a big genially smile on her face and after a few seconds staring at Quinn she offered a hand.
" I'm Jane… you must be the new Mrs. Lopez. Right?" Quinn recognized the name and accepted the hand with a polite smile. She has been taken by surprise with the "Mrs. Lopez". The first thing that she thought was that Mrs. Lopez was Santana's mother, not her.
" Call me Quinn" she added, still with the polite tone.
" well Tana was right… you are really pretty." Quinn blushed at Jane's words. Had Santana said she was beautiful? When? Maybe she was just being nice. " oh you want me to cook something for you?" she added after looking at the table where the eggs and the bacon were.
Quinn shook her head quickly "oh no it's ok" .Quinn obviously didn't want Jane to think that she was abusive or something.
" oh don't worry I cook for Santana all the time…" Jane made a gesture with the hand to say it was not a big deal. But Quinn knew she wouldn't be comfortable with someone she had just met cooking for her.
"honestly don't worry, I'm really used to cook for myself."
"Look at you! Pretty and knows how to cook… well Tana is a really lucky girl…" the blonde blushed intensely. The funny thing in all that was the fact that the last thing Santana wanted was Quinn or any other girl as a wife, no matter how many cooking skills the girl could have. " by the way she told me to give you this."
Jane took pulled a bag from a chair that the other girl hadn't even noticed. Inside there was a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. And another note.
"I realized you don't have any clothes here so I hope those fit you… I think we're the same size. They're new so don't worry you won't catch anything contagious. (Just kidding)
P.S. I'm pretty sure you met Jane already, she's a crazy bitch but she's harmless. Have a nice Day.
Santana."
"well she surely thinks about everything" Quinn said to herself. "do you think Santana would be back for lunch?" she asked Jane.
"I don't think so. she must be at Brooklyn or maybe Queens… today is Sunday and she goes there to buy… things… she walks looking for things that catch her eye… you know how she is." Jane rolled her eyes, "well I have to go clean her room… if you need something just tell me ok"
Quinn nodded, thinking about Jane's words. She was now curious about what kind of things would catch those chocolate eyes. She looked at the clothes in her hands. If Santana was gonna be out all day that gave her the time to go for her own things to her parent's house. She went upstairs to get dressed.
An hour later she was getting out of a taxi at her parent's house. Quinn took a moment to watch her former house. A soft gasp left her lips. She stopped her thoughts deciding to go inside. Her mother was very surprised to see her, and her sister, well Fanny just shot her with a bunch questions as always.
" I thought I wouldn't find you here because it Sunday." Added Quinn also noticing her father wasn't home. The Fabray family has a routine for their Sundays. They have breakfast together, and after that they all go to the church. Then they choose some nice restaurant to have lunch. It was always the same but Quinn really enjoyed spending time with her family. Her mother looked uncomfortable and avoided the question, asking the girls to set the table. Fanny whispered "I'll tell you later" to her sister.
"Your father is helping Sam… he found an apartment close to her job… he should be here any minute" her mother explained.
Fifteen minutes later Mr. Fabray and Sam, Quinn's cousin arrived to the house. Quinn hugged her cousin happily. The blonde hadn't seen Sam in weeks. She loved her cousin a lot. They were almost the same age. Sam was younger that Quinn for barely six months.
"I'm sorry I missed your wedding Quinn… but I had to work." He said. Sam was a very handsome guy, a little bit dummy, but also very funny.
"Don't worry I understand… how are your parents… and your sister" Quinn asked, they were all sit in the table ready to eat. Sam exchanged a quick glance with her uncle before smiling back to Quinn.
"They are just fine… but tell me… how's married life?" he asked trying to sound serious.
Quinn laughed this was the kind of things why she loved Sam so much. He could always make her laugh. " it's only been a DAY silly… besides as I told Fanny, I'll be visiting you guys a lot… and now that you have your own apartment I'll be bothering you too". She added playfully.
They finished their meal. Quinn went to her room to grab her things. Her sister decided to help her while her mother watched a movie, and her father and Sam talked about… well about men's stuff.
She was putting in a box some of her favorite pictures. Now that she knew that she had a room for herself she decided to take some of them with her. She notice fanny has been quiet for a bit too much for her. When Quinn turned around, she found Fanny staring at her.
" what?" asked Quinn, concerned about her sister's attitude.
" I'm trying to find out if you had sex yesterday or not" she said simply. Quinn's eyes opened wildly, and a rushed heat invaded her face.
"Fanny…" she screamed to her sister not loud enough to be listened downstairs.
" what?! … Everybody says that a woman looks different after her wedding night" a devilish smirk appeared in her face. "So are you gonna tell me or not"
" I have nothing to tell you…" she said turning back to the pictures, avoiding her sister's gaze. "I'm serious Fanny…" she added after being hit by a pillow. "We arrived to the house and Santana informed me that there was a room for me… so we both slept… in different rooms."
"Do you think she doesn't like you… because, I mean you ARE pretty… but maybe she's into those hot bitches that look like models." Her sister said shrugging.
"Stop it Fanny… you have way to much imagination… now move your butt and take this downstairs." After her sister left the room Quinn took a moment to think about what she had said. Jane told her that Santana had mentioned Quinn was pretty, but that didn't mean Santana was into her.
Quinn shook her head. What the hell Fabray?! She shouldn't be thinking about this. She should be glad Santana had been very nice with her. Giving her a room and lending her something to wear.
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Quinn got to her "new house" at five. An hour later all the boxes were in her room. She walked into the living room, snooping around Santana's stuff. She found a collection of piano classic tracks, and some old records that she didn't recognized.
The sound of a car stopped her after realizing it was Santana. She didn't want the brunette to found her looking into her things. Quinn went to the kitchen, looking for something to cook diner. She wasn't really hungry but maybe Santana was.
"hey…" Santana announced simply, leaving her keys on the table. " I see you went for your thing" she pointed outside the house where a red beetle was parked.
" yeah I decided to use my day… mmm are you hungry?" Quinn offered casually. The brunette nodded. " I can cook some pasta if you want." She added opening the fridge to see their options.
" naaah… it Sunday, what do you think if we order something?" Quinn smiled at the easy tone in Santana's voice.
" sounds good to me… what do you want?" Quinn moved from the fridge pulling out her phone from her pocket looking for some options. " do you like pizza?" she asked the brunette.
"Obviously…" she answered rolling her eyes, as if that was something so obvious that didn't need a question. "But you know what I've been craving for Chinese food all day long… do you like Chinese?"
" not really" said Quinn shaking her head. Santana looked at her like if a new eye had just grown in her face. "I'm kidding… of course I like it." Quinn laughed at Santana's reaction.
Thirty minutes later they were eating at the table. Santana, to Quinn's surprise decided to tell her about her day. They talk about a lot of different thing. Since Santana's obsession with old records (which explained the collection in her living room) until Quinn's guilty pleasure, photography.
"I always love it, umm I even had a blog a couple of years ago, during high school, where I used to post my favorite pictures… then I get into college and…" Quinn sighed. "Well I just stopped I guess."
Santana nodded noticing the hint of sadness in Quinn's voice. " wooh… we'd been talking for almost two hours…" she added after checking her phone. She replied the text quickly before looking at the blonde again. Quinn had started to clean up the table. Santana decided to help her but this was something new for her so she practically was watching Quinn put the dishes into the dishwasher.
" hey… I'm I suppose it's time to show you around… I don't know if you already did It but…" Santana said after finishing cleaning the table. Quinn shook her head explaining that she had been at her Parent's house all day.
" well you already know the kitchen and the dining room so… come on, I'll show you the rest of the house.
They went to the living room, Santana told her to use anything freely. They went to the laundry room, and Santana made a joke about that she had never used this before. Then they went to the studio. There was a shelf full of books and Quinn approached it quickly.
"Have you read all these?" she asked curiously. Santana shook her head walking to her.
" I've read some of them… some of them I just found them interesting so I bought them… they are in waiting list." She said with a smile.
This was new for Quinn; she never pictured Santana like this before. Not that she had had the chance, but it was a very pleasant discovery. She looked around to find a piano in the corner of the room.
" can you play the piano?" Quinn asked very surprised. This was definitely a surprise. The blonde remembered the few occasions she had share with the brunette before the wedding. She had been always absent, always harsh with the people around her, always incredible honest, and sometimes a little bit rude. Quinn could only wonder what was under Santana's badass surface.
"a little bit… when I was eight my father put me into a music class, I was a pain in the ass for sure since a little kid, so he wanted me to have something to distracted me to kill my abuela from a heart attack… so when I bought the house I saw this and I told the owner I want it too or there would be no deal… so he accepted." Santana said in a very confident way, just remarking Quinn hypothesis. Santana liked to be seen as bad girl.
" I bet you were cute." Quinn looked at her, a happily smile on her face.
"Didn't you listen?... I was a pain in the ass, there's nothing cute about that… ask my mother." Santana added defiantly. Quinn kept the grin in place. Her question already answered. She looked at the big fancy clock on the wall. It was almost eleven. A little yawn escaped her lips. maybe it was time to sleep.
The girls made their way upstairs. Santana took a shower before getting into bed. She took the book resting in her night table. A little smile appeared in her face when she remembered (out of nothing) something funny Quinn had said. She liked Quinn even though she barely knew the blonde. But he seemed nice and sincere. Besides her friends she hadn't met anyone who truly appreciated her. Someone who was not just looking for sex, or an all paid party…or… just play with her feelings. Quinn seemed honest, and Santana's Mexican third eye couldn't be wrong. At least not twice right?.
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Santana loved running in the mornings. It gave her time to herself, to just relax, listening some music. Besides it was healthy. She ran for an hour before going back to her house. She took off her headphones once she reached her front door. The sound of music emanating from inside intrigued her. The brunette got inside curious, she looked around the living room but Quinn hasn't there. She walked towards the kitchen to be welcomed by a dancing Quinn. The blonde was still in her pajamas, dancing freely, never noticing the other girl watching her in amusement.
'll tell you what I want, what I really really want
So tell me what you want, what you really really want
I wanna [huh], I wanna [huh], I wanna [huh], I wanna [huh]
I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ahh!"
Quinn sang happily, chopping some strawberries to eat within her cereal. Quinn turned around instantly noticing the person standing in the kitchen's door frame. She stopped singing immediately, her cheeks turned red as quickly, and her expression full of embarrassment.
"if you wanna be my lover you gotta get with my friends
Make it last forever, friendship never ends
If you wanna be my lover you have got to give
Taking is too easy but that's the way it is"
Santana sang the next part of the song. By this point Quinn didn't know what was more embarrassing, the silly dance, the fact that she was still wearing her pajamas or the fact that her voice sounded like a howling dog compared with santana's.
" I thought you would be out all day" she said shyly putting her bowl of cereal on the table and walking to the living room to turn down the music. When she went back to the kitchen Santana was pouring a bowl of cereal for herself.
" I was just jogging… you have a nice voice though." Santana complemented the girl.
"Yeah of course… I sound like a wild animal compared with you" this make Santana blush a little.
" hey I don't usually prise people so accept it ok… don't argue with me." Said the Latina, smiling.
After their breakfast Santana took a shower and spent the rest of the morning at the studio. A few hours later Quinn told her that lunch was ready. As Santana ate the pasta the blonde had cooked, she found herself surprised with Quinn's culinary skills.
" by the way, are you busy tomorrow?... my father wants to see you…" Santana spoke owning a questioning look from the blonde. " don't worry he just needs you to sign a few things." Instead of making everything clear, Quinn was even more confused now. " it's just some credit cards and something for a bank account." Santana finished explaining, more focusd on her meal.
Quinn cleared her throat. "Santana I can not accept a credit card from your father." She said seriously.
" why not? I mean we are kind of family now…" she added simply. This was a little funny because when her father told her about the credit cards she knew Quinn wouldn't be ok with that. " thanks Mexican third eye… you are never wrong".
"Because I can't, that simple… my father gives me money every month and I don't need it ok." Quinn stated although she had the feeling this wouldn't be finish just like that.
" ok but you are the one telling him though, and he's not someone who accepts a No for an answer…" Santana almost felt sorry to see the discomfort on Quinn's face. "You don't have to use them Quinn… just accept them like a good girl." Santana smiled openly to Quinn.
"I'm glad to see at least you're having fun with this".
They went into a some sort of routine, basically they were like roommates, eating together, talking a lot during their meals. Santana went running every morning, and Quinn used the pool at the back yard. She told Santana that she was really fat when she was a kid, until her thirteen years old, when she decided to do exercise, a diet and toke dance lessons. Santana couldn't picture a fat Quinn. The blonde girl was in perfectly shape and nobody could ever guess she had been fat.
On the other hand the weekend went pretty much like the last one. Santana woke up early on Saturday, leaving Quinn a little note on the table (Quinn noticed Santana had this particular habit.), saying she would see her at dinner. Which basically meant had the day for herself. She then went to visit Sam. She loved hanging out with her cousin. They went to a little dinner on Brooklyn for lunch. And after that great afternoon, she decided to go back home.
Quinn was about to start cooking dinner went she got a message from Santana.
-I'm bringing pizza so stop cooking ok. Btw wanna watch a movie? –S
-Sounds good to me… how do you know I was cooking?-Q
Quinn found herself smiling. It was weird who Santana found her so… predictable? But she liked it though.
-Well, you feel like you are that crazy redhead from desperate housewives- S
- well someone had to feed us don't you think?- Q
Quinn left her phone on the bed deciding to take a shower while Santana arrived with the food.
They ate the pizza and Quinn picked a horror movie from Santana's collection. There were just two horror movies so she chose the more terrifying.
They sit in the couch in front of the 52" TV. After twenty minutes Quinn found out why there were only two horror movies. Santana was sit with her legs on the couch, arms around her legs, and her head resting on her knees, well, actually it was more like she was burying her face in her knees to avoid watching the movie.
After making some jokes about her apparently irrational phobia, they chose another movie.
" so what are you doing tomorrow" asked Santana when they were walking upstairs.
" I'm gonna visit my parents, it's Sunday, I kind of like to spent Sundays with them." She shrugged shyly. but Santana smiled sweetly at her.
"I think that's sweet… I'm pretty sure my mom would love if I could think that way… I love them but if I stay around to much they become really needy." Quinn laughed at the words, giving Santana a soft tap on the shoulder.
"Well good night… I'll see you at dinner."
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On Wednesday Rachel visited Quinn, Santana was at the studio, so the girls went to Quinn's room.
" how dare you Quinn Fabray to not calling me for almost two weeks…" Rachel accused, closing the door behind her and watching the blonde sit in the bed. She followed the action sitting on the opposite side facing Quinn. "I wanna know everything… come on tell me". Rachel was all curiousness by now.
" what do you want me to say…" she shrugged simply. "nothing happened Rachel" she added seriously once she saw her friend about to say something else. "it's like having a roommate."
" a sexy roommate, who happens to be your wife… isn't that awkward?... do you think that she likes you?... don't you feel curiosity to know is she had nasty thought about you?... I mean after all she's gay and your kind of hot but…" Rachel was rambling, her hands gesturing in front of Quinn. The blonde smiled, she knew Rachel had this habit; she could get really passionate when she spoke.
"Rachel calm down, you're gonna have a heart attack… or worst Santana could hear you… I don't know… I thought it would be awkward too but, she seems to be… not into me… unless not that I could notice… and what do you mean with kind of hot? …I'm hot.
Rachel laughed a little "yeah I know, but you're like The-Girl-Next-Door kind of hot… you know blonde, sweet and pretty… not Horny-Bitch-At-The-Bar kind, which I'm pretty sure it's Santana's type" Rachel tried to explain, Quinn looked slightly pleasant with the explanation.
" well maybe… but she's not like she looks like you know… I mean when I first met her I thought she was some spoiled, brainless girl, who's just interested in spending her father's money… but… after a few days…" Rachel nodded urging her friend to continue. "she's really interesting… like she actually have this hobbies that you could not imagine for someone like her… she plays the piano, and she likes to read… and she actually had a killer voice… although she had a very particular attitude, she's actually very nice."
Rachel looked at her friend intently as she spoke, the blonde seemed to be really impressed with her new… friend? She wasn't sure how she should call her.
"And she could've chose just ignored me, pretending like I'm not here… but she's actually looking forward for us to get along… that says a lot about her" Quinn stated solemnly.
Rachel took her friend's hands caressing them softly. "I'm really glad this is going so well Quinn… I was worry about you to be honest, but I'm happy to see everything is going well so far."
Quinn hugged her friend, feeling a little sentimental with the caring and sweetness in Rachel's words. "Come on, you are staying for diner." She patted Rachel knee, and they went downstairs.
Twenty minutes later the girls were chatting about Rachel's callback for a new Broadway project.
" I'm so excited… I talk to Cassandra and she told me one of the directors had really liked me." Rachel was helping Quinn setting the table when she noticed Santana walking in to the kitchen. "Hey... hi!... she greeted the Latina shyly.
" hi… Rachel right?" Santana said remembering her from the wedding even though they not introduced properly. "Smells good…. What cha cooking?" she asked looking over Quinn's shoulder.
" fried chops… and rice… and yes I'm sorry to inform you, some veggies." Quinn said playfully.
"Need any help?" Santana looked back to Rachel who had finished with the table. The shorter brunette shook her head and Santana looked back at Quinn.
"No, it's almost done… go wash your hands." Quinn commanded.
" jezz… you're worst than Jane." Santana added before exiting the kitchen.
Quinn smiled watching Santana leave. When she turned around a pair of brown eyes were looking at her in amusement. " what?" she asked Rachel in a curious tone.
"nothing… just that you really get along very well… it's just funny… like you two have another, totally different way to interact…" Quinn seemed like she was about to protest but Rachel interrupted her before she could start. "I think that is burning" Quinn turned quickly to the still on the fire meat, getting it out of stove.
They ate in silence at first. Quinn found interesting how Santana wasn't actually being as talkative with Rachel as she was with her.
"So Santana… Quinn told me that you have a beautiful voice" Quinn heard her friend's words, turning to see a very surprised Santana looking back and forth between her and Rachel for a few seconds. She felt the heat rise to her face. Damn it Berry thought the blonde.
" she did huh?..." Santana asked looking at Quinn. She could notice something in different in Santana's tone but she wasn't sure what it was. Amusement maybe? " I wouldn't say beautiful, mean not like yours of course." The brunette complemented the other girl in an almost flirtatious way.
Quinn looked at Rachel, who smiled satisfied. " well I would love to have the opportunity to sing a duet with you some other time." Added her friend, risking with the implicit invitation.
" you know what… maybe you can come over this Friday… we can have a karaoke night since there's more than one people here who enjoys singing." She looked at Quinn with an devilish grin in her lips. Quinn knew instantly she was talking about that morning she had found her singing in the kitchen.
"That's sound delightful… I'm sure Kurt will love a karaoke night." Rachel clapped in excitement.
"oh that's great because my friend Blaine would be more than happy to see lady-lips."
Both girls looked at her with confusion. "Sorry, I mean Kurt"
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They were waiting for their friends to arrive. It was almost nine so they would be there any time. Quinn was feeling a little nervous to meet Santana's friends. She finished with her make up and went downstairs. She had chosen to wear a black v neck dress that reached until her knee.
"Quinn, which one do you pr…" Santana walked into the living room with two bottles of wine at each hand. She stopped at the sight of Quinn. She was breathtaking. Blonde curls falling on her shoulders, and a dress that was very Quinn-style. Santana couldn't help but admire her from foot to head.
Quinn felt a soft heat rising in her body as the latina's eyes traveled up her body. Once her eyes met Santana's the brunette looked away.
" you were saying…" she told the other girl, to her surprise very satisfied with Santana's reaction. it's normal right?... everybody like to be praised". Even though, the brunette wasn't really complimenting her.
"wine…" Santana burst awkwardly. "Nice Lope…very nice" she told to herself sarcastically. "What kind of wine do you prefer… white or red?" she motioned to the two bottles in her hands.
" I like white… but maybe we should leave both"
Santana nodded in response. " by the way… you look great" offered honestly. Quinn smiled feeling the soft heat again, only hoping not to blush in response. The doorbell rang popping their bubble.
" I get it…" Quinn offered while Santana placed the bottles on the table.
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The diner was going really well, and Quinn's nervousness began to vanish as she looked around and everybody seemed to be talking and enjoying the night.
Rachel asked Santana to sing a song, but the brunette declined the petition quickly but politely by asking Blaine to sing instead. Blaine accepted happily taking a few seconds to choose a good song.
"Santana… I'm gonna need your help with the piano though." Santana gave him a warning look that Quinn didn't miss. But Blaine seemed to not be scared of her. " he knows her" thought Quinn.
"Oh come on San… you didn't want to sing at least play something." Brittany walked to Santana's side holding her hand and giving her a puppy eyes glare.
" ok ok… my Gosh you're so annoying." She answered with false disgust. They smile and followed her into the studio.
" Do you remember that song we used to sing last year?" asked Blaine to Santana once they reached the piano.
" you mean the one you used to sing to Sebastian like for a month, before you found out he was cheating on you?" Santana said casually. Kurt and Rachel looked confused at Santana's sassiness. But Blaine just rolled his eyes if he was offended by the girl's words he didn't show it.
Santana sat in the piano nodding at Blaine as a clue to start.
You think I'm pretty
Without any makeup on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the punchline wrong
I know you get me
So I let my walls come down, down
The song was great and Blaine was a really good singer. But Quinn could only pay attention to Santana. The brunette had been definitely modest when she said that she could play " a little". She was amazing.
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance, until we die
You and I, will be young forever
[Chorus:]
You make me feel
Like I'm livin' a
Teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back
Quinn turned around to find Kurt sighing, staring at the other boy. Well he definitely likes him"
When the song ended there were a few applauses, mostly from Kurt. And Santana stood up from the piano. Quinn was about to ask her to play something else… anything… as long as she could enjoy the brunette's talent.
" well if we keep on this I'm gonna fall asleep… I wanna see the alcohol Lopez" Puckerman's demand cut Quinn's intentions.
Brittany followed them and so did Rachel, Quinn watched Kurt and Blaine deep in conversation, so she decided to leave the room as well.
Around two o'clock everyone was leaving. Brittany offered to drop Rachel and Kurt by. And Puckerman decided to finish his night at some bar looking for some "night fun".
" I like your friends… they are really something" Santana smiled following the blonde to the kitchen watching her put the rest of the food in the fridge.
" I know, they are a bunch of idiots but I love them." Quinn had never hear Santana say she loved someone except for her parents. "I hope your friends didn't get scary with my bitchness."
Quinn walked close to her, giving Santana a sweet smile. " I don't think so, I told them you just like to play the badass girl."
Santana squinted a little; taking a step forwards the blonde, her intimidating face right on place. But Quinn didn't move, not even a little as the brunette was getting dangerously close to her
" I don't like to play the badass girl, princess… I'm indeed a bitch." Quinn could smell the alcohol in Santana's breath. Which meant they were really close.
" maybe but you're also a kind, smart and funny person" a slight smirk appeared in the brunette's face, Quinn leaned her head a little almost closing the distance between their mouths. By this time Quinn's heart was racing inside her chest. A little voice that sounded very far away was asking her what she was doing. But she couldn't care less the only thing she could think was the chill running down her spine and how could Santana's eyes seem so intense.
" well be careful princess… there are things that prove the opposite and you could be surprise" Santana finished.
Quinn close her eyes for a second, actually thinking Santana was gonna kiss her. When she didn't feel the kiss she opened her eyes to find Santana's eyes locked with hers. But this time there was something in them the blonde couldn't read. Santana pulled away slowly, breaking the stare.
" I think I'm gonna go to sleep… good night princess." She said leaving the kitchen, and a very confused Quinn.