Hey guys, sorry for the slow update but it's here now, and please please please review. Good? Bad? Rubbish? If you want more of a romance, or friendship or what.
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The four girls had checked into the airport and had just sat down on the plane… some closer than others.
Brittany and Rachel were sat next to each other, continuing their conversation about ducks, whereas Quinn and Santana were sitting further down the plane, continuing their conversation about, well, them I suppose.
Santana made sure that when she sat down, her leg was slightly brushing Quinn's, which didn't go un-noticed, the blonde just smiled.
"So, roomie," Santana said with a quick wink, "What else are we going to get up to?"
"Well… I would just love if I could take your sweet ass to dinner one night." Quinn smirked,
"Mhmm, yeah I'd like that."
"Well then Lopez, I'm going to take you out for dinner in New York."
"Sounds good, I cant wait,"
"Me either,"
Just then, the ground started shaking a little and in a matter of minutes, the four girls had left Ohio and were on step closer to New York.
"Urm Rachie," Brittany said quietly, "um..."
"Yes," Rachel started, "Go on Brit Brit,"
"I, I, um, I like you,"
"Ha ha," Rachel softly chucked, confusing the blonde a little, screwing up her eyebrows, "I like you too Brits,"
"No. Well, I like you more than you like me, I don't just like it when we cuddle, I do but- urgh! Its so confusing Rach, I- I, urgh… I love you."
Rachel let out a slight gasp before pulling Brittany into a hug, "I love you too. Like really Brit, I do."
"You do?" Brittany said, beaming at the smaller girl and tightening her grip around her.
"Yeah, I do." The brunette said, softly easing the embrace.
"Yay!" was all that came out of a very, very happy blonde.
"So…" Quinn said, turning to look at Santana.
"Yeah… so."
"Urm, in the room do you know what the bed's will be like?"
Santana giggled a bit in response before answering, "no, why?"
"Just wondering,"
"Oh ok." The Latina said before pulling out a magazine and reading the cover.
Quinn sat back in her seat and took this time as an opportunity to stare at Santana, at how her black-brown hair cascades down her back and across her shoulders like a waterfall, then her facial features, and how the way that her eyes widen in the slightest of ways at different articles. Quinn studied every dip in the other girls eyebrow then focused on the Latina's eyes some more, the dark brown contrasting with the pure white and the black.
Quinn was cut out of her trance when Santana ejected, "it's rude to stare Fabray," her eyes not leaving her magazine.
"Oh, urgh- sorry." Quinn said, letting her eyes wander out of the plane window and away from the other girl.
"Hey," Santana said gently, placing her hand on Quinn's cheek, causing the blonde to re-focus on Santana, their eyes locking, "I never said I didn't like it."
Quinn smiled when Santana's hand dropped from her cheek to gently rest on the blonde's thigh. Keeping their eyes together all the time, Quinn decided to test herself, "Oh really?" she questioned, quirking and eyebrow at the Latina.
Santana moved closer to the blonde so that she could whisper, or in Quinn's words, purr, "yes, really."
Just that one word alone sent a few shivers down the blonde's spine, Santana lingered near Quinn's ear for a few more seconds than any normal person would before she sat back in her seat, casually, leaving Quinn honestly speechless.
"Oh, urm, urgh ok." She said, just staring wide-eyed at the seat in front.
"Hey…" Santana said comfortingly causing Quinn to lock eyes with her again, "you feel the same way to right?" Her look of comfort starting to turn into a look of fear and panic when the blonde didn't reply immediately, only to be reassured by the blonde,
"Yeah, of course." She said nodding.
"Well then," the Latina said taking the blonde's hand in her own and intertwining their fingers.
"Well what?" Quinn asked, slightly worried, yet very happy. Quinn had always fancied Santana but didn't want to try anything in case it damaged her reputation at school, but since she got pregnant and quit the Cheerios, she got lower and lower on the school food-chain so now, she could do anything really because she had nothing to lose. But the one thing she really hoped for is that the Latina felt the same way. She'd got rid of her baby over a year ago now and her feelings for the girl sitting next to her were growing and growing,
"Date me." Quinn's face lit up. Did her crush just ask to date her? She had to make sure,
"W-what? Really?"
"Yeah, I mean, if you want to, I've always liked you Quinn, I really have, I mean who wouldn't? You're beautiful."
Quinn couldn't talk. She just sat there, mouth agape, a few tears welling up in her eyes; she had to blink them away before anyone noticed. Just when she was sure she could produce words again, did she manage to whisper what she'd wanted to tell the Latina for a long time, "I love you."
Santana heard Quinn perfectly and pulled her into a hug, "I-I-I love you too."
The two sat there, enjoying each other's space in comfortable silence and not long after, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Two hours into the flight and Quinn and Santana were still asleep, tangled in each other.
Rachel and Brittany however were happily chatting away after they exchanged their feelings for each other, "Rachie," Brittany said, leaning on the other girl's sweater-covered shoulder.
"Yeah Brit Brit,"
"Um, will you be my girlfriend? Please Ray-Bear, please?" the blonde said, looking up into Rachel's eyes so very sweetly.
"Aw, Brittany! Of course I'll be your girlfriend," she said, hugging Brittany with a big grin,
"Really? Yay!" the blonde exclaimed, hugging the other girl tightly, "I swear Rachie, I'll be the best girlfriend in the world because I really, really love you so, so, so much, you're really pretty."
"Awh, Brit," Rachel said, stroking Brittany's head and running her fingers through the blonde's hair. "I really love you too, and I don't doubt you'll be the best girlfriend in the world because Brits…" she carried on, tapping her on the nose, "you're funny, beautiful and a very, very good dancer and Brit… you're smart."
"Really?" Brittany said, turning around to look into her girlfriend's eyes, "you really think I'm smart?"
"Honey, I know you're smart," the brunette said, running her hand continuously through Brittany's hair,
"Aw Rachie, I love you so much," the blonde said, resting her head on Rachel's chest so she could look up at the ceiling.
"Mhmm, I love you too Brit Brit."
A/N: Please review I could do with some more tips. :) Love you all.
