Chapter 3

I'm not entirely sure why I agreed to come here. We had been fighting all morning. About Puck no less. As if I gave a crap about their relationship.

Who am I kidding? Quinn always gets her way. She calls, and I come crawling back like a scolded puppy with its tail hidden between its legs. Sometimes, I really wish I had a backbone.

How long had I been standing out here anyway? I look at the screen of my cell phone. Crap. It's been almost 45 minutes. I've been standing in the freezing cold streets of New York City for almost an hour. What the hell is wrong with me? It was just a stupid fight. She couldn't make it because Puck had a gig. It's fine. He's her boyfriend. He comes first. Right?

I don't know why I ever bother dwelling on any of this anyway. Things will never change. Quinn and I have been… well Quinn and I for a really long time, and I don't see it ever changing. Oh well, it's not like I never tried. I take a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever may come when I get up there. It can't be that bad. I mean, she did call me after all, not the other way around. Finally, I take a step forward and hit the stupid buzzer.

"Hey it's me," I say loudly into the speaker, waiting for a response.

"Where have you been?" She yells back almost instantly. Almost like she had been waiting right by the door. "I called you forever ago. Whatever, I'll buzz you in."

I make my way to the elevator and up to the 6th floor. When I finally reach her door, I freeze yet again. This is wrong. I shouldn't be here. I make my move to go back to the elevators, but as I turn away the door rushes open. I turn back around and as soon as our eyes meet, I realize she's got me. I'm definitely not going anywhere.

"Aren't you going to come in?" she says softly. It sounded like she didn't really say anything at all. I sigh, rendering myself to her.

"Of course," I say. Of course I'm staying.

I walk in, feeling like a complete stranger. Ironic, considering I spend every waking minute of my life cooped up in this apartment with her.

"You cooked," I blurt out as I look around, noticing a nicely set up table. "Are you expecting anybody?" I ask her questioningly. She never cooked. She must have fancy guests coming over. Dear god, I hope her parents aren't in town. I hate them. I'm pretty sure they hate me more, though I'm not entirely sure why. It's not like I'm the one that got their only daughter knocked up at 16. Yet, they somehow still manage to love Puck.

I freeze from my thoughts when I feel her grab my hand.

"No. I'm not expecting anybody," she says with a light laugh, gesturing towards the table. "I cooked for you."

I look to our entwined hands and then right back up at her, slightly confused. Why was she being so nice? Quinn was notorious for being anything but nice. I look around which only makes me more confused. I guess she's waiting for me to say something, but I really have nothing to say. I honestly don't understand what the hell is going on right now.

"Santana."

When I hear my name, I'm taken from my thoughts. I look at her, and suddenly, it feels like it's just us. It feels right, being here with Quinn. It always does. I wish it could always be like this, but it never is and Quinn and I seem to be getting more and more complicated as time goes on.

I say nothing, even though I think she's expecting me to. I've been so overwhelmed since she asked me to come over earlier that I don't really have anything to say. She speaks up, knowing I'm not going to.

"I'm… I'm sorry. About this morning I mean."

In all the years that we've been friends, or whatever it is that we are, I don't think I've ever heard her apologize. The thing about Quinn is, she has too much pride running through her veins. She hates being wrong about something, and when she realizes she is, she rarely admits to anyone that she's made a mistake. Apologies from her come once in a lifetime. To hear her actually say I'm sorry seems like a dream of some kind. I can't really believe she actually said it.

"Why?"

I immediately regret my words the moment they come out of my mouth. Getting an apology was hard enough. Getting her to talk about feelings? Never going to happen.

"I…" she pauses and starts to look around. Probably to nervous to even speak. I know then that I'm not really going to get an answer. I drop her hand and sigh. It was worth a shot I guess.

"Lets eat," I say, interrupting her from her thoughts. "This all looks like it took time and I'd hate for the food to get cold."

She smiles and I make my way to the table. When I take a seat, I notice her walk to the kitchen instead. I get up and decide to help her serve the food. I stop at the edge of the counter and try to just appreciate the view from across the kitchen. She was wearing the new dress I had gotten her for her birthday two weeks ago. My mind rand wild as I took in the view, the way her dress hugged her, exposing her tight body and exemplifying her beautiful long legs. The moment I saw it at the store, I knew I had to buy it for her.

Just staring at her now, I could barely form coherent thoughts. Quinn was, without a doubt, the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on. She was perfection.

"What are you doing?" I ask while watching her wash and cut something up by the kitchen sink. "I thought, we were going to eat?"

"I just need to add a few more things before it's ready. Go wait at the table."

I start making my way across the table, deciding that it would be faster if I just helped her. Of course, Quinn starts yelling at me the moment she hears me take a few steps in her direction.

"Santana, I don't need your help!"

"But I want to help. It would be faster if I…"

"I'm trying to make everything perfect, please just let me finish this."

I stop in the middle of the kitchen and just let out a small laugh. She's so cute when she's frustrated. Quinn was always the perfectionist and I don't know why I thought she'd let me help with dinner. She never lets me help her with anything.

I suddenly get a crazy idea in my head and start walking towards Quinn again. This time I was determined to get what I want, and I wasn't talking about helping her cut the vegetables either. I stand right behind her and place both my hands on either side of her waist. I hear her drop the knife on the cutting board and take a hard breath. Did I mention how cute she was when she was frustrated?

"You seem tense," I say, teasing her with my words. "How long has it been since you've gotten any?"

I don't wait for her to speak because I already know the answer. This morning, before our big fight. I simply wrap my arms around her waist and place a small kiss on her shoulder, letting my lips linger for a while. Just another one of the many ways I love to tease her. I hear her take a sharp breathe and I know then that I have her completely under my spell.

She starts to move underneath my arms and I unfold them from her waist and take a step back, staring deep into her eyes as she turns around. Suddenly, I've lost all the power and control and I start to feel weak as we hold each other's eyes. Sure, I knew how to taunt Quinn sexually, but Quinn knew how to manipulate my emotions. One look from her and my mind would go crazy over analyzing every minute of it. The way she was looking at me now was no different than all the other times. Deep down, I wanted to believe that she wanted me in every single way that I want her. It's what this look and so many others have told me before. Unfortunately, the looks never seemed to matter in the end. She was still with Puck, and that was never going to change.

Puck. I'm sure my face is of pure disgust right now because thinking of Puck was the fastest and easiest way to turn me off. Just the thought of him having his hands all over Quinn made me want to jump off a cliff. Maybe I'm bias, but Puck and Quinn together are just so gross to me. I've thought that from the moment she told me he got her pregnant.

I guess Quinn sensed that something was wrong because I feel a slight squeeze on my arm. I look down and see her hands have grabbed both of my arms.

"Where did you go just then?"

"Nowhere," I blurt out, hoping she would just drop the upcoming interrogation.

"Ok."

We sort of just stand there awkwardly for a minute. Neither of us looking at each other, both of us wishing someone would speak up first. I thank God it's Quinn, although I wasn't expecting her to start off with that.

"About this morning…"

I glare at her, slightly confused and slightly angered. The last thing I wanted to talk about was our fight this morning. Fighting about Puck was just not good territory to reach at the moment.

"Don't worry about this morning," I interrupt her, hoping to put the subject to rest.

"But we should talk about it."

"We really don't have to. In fact I'd prefer if we didn't."

I back away from her grip, clearly frustrated. Why couldn't she just drop it? I turn to walk away but I feel Quinn grab on my arm and spin me right back around. I stare back at her, confused by her sudden persistence. I've never seen Quinn more determined about something.

"Santana. Even if you don't want to talk about it, I do. Please, just let me properly apologize for once in my life."

I stare in utter disbelief. This morning was not so different from the million other fights we have had before, so why now is she suddenly so eager to apologize? I stay quiet and when I don't interrupt her, she continues.

"I chose Puck over you and for that I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone to his stupid gig. I should have gone to support you. It was the first time you were reading your story and I should have been there for you, the way you have always there for me."

When she finishes I don't know how to feel. I'm ecstatic at the fact that she actually apologized to me, but at the same time, talking about this is just opening up old wounds. The more I think about this past weekend and the way Quinn dismissed my reading, the more angry I get. It was the first time I was actually going to read one of my stories out loud. Quinn had never read or heard my stories and she was the one person I was most eager to share them with. When she told me she couldn't come because she needed to go support Puck during his band's show at Barneys, I was not just pissed off. I was disappointed. It had taken me so much to get the courage to just read my stories out loud. When she didn't care or support me in any way, it hurt me more than anything ever has.

I didn't want to talk about it anymore because I didn't want her to know I was hurting. Quinn hated feeling vulnerable in front of me, and because of that, I hated being vulnerable in front of her.

"I get it Quinn. Puck's your boyfriend. You had to be there for him. It's fine. I promise."

"He may be my boyfriend. But you're my best friend…" she says the next part so softly, I'm not entirely sure I even heard it correctly, "… You're more than that actually."

I freeze when she says it, confused by her meaning. You're more than that. I want her ask her what she means by it. But I'm afraid. As much as I want to take that next step with Quinn, I'm afraid of what exactly that next step may entail. Quinn and I have had this same, fucked up relationship for about six years now. I'm not entirely sure if I know how to be anything but her best friend with benefits.

I feel her hand on my cheek and as I stare up at her I think, to hell with all the complications. I reach up and kiss her softly. I had wanted to kiss her the moment she opened the door. When I feel her other hand reach for the side of my neck I give her another kiss, this one much longer than the last. I feel a reassuring squeeze and I kiss her stronger.

Suddenly, I start to remember about the amazing idea that I had earlier and decide it's time to follow through. I push Quinn against the counter, reaching behind her and throwing the cutting board, food, and utensils in the sink next to us. I pick Quinn up with both hands on either side of her waist and sit her on the counter, her legs wrapping around me almost instinctively. Before I have any time to do much else, she pulls me closer and starts kissing me frantically, grabbing and pulling at whatever she can get her hands on.

I place both my hands on her thighs as I pull away from her lips, regretting it almost immediately, and start to make my way towards her neck. I feel her gasp suddenly and collapse into me as my tongue makes contact with her soft skin. Her neck was her weak spot and I plan to take full advantage of it right now.

Her legs start to wrap tighter around me and I take that as a signal to move things along. I start to slide both my hands up her thigh, pulling her dress up simultaneously. The higher I got, the warmer it felt, which only excited me even more. I lift her up for a few seconds, long enough to get her dress all the way up to her waist, and sit her back down on the counter. I glance down for a second and notice that she isn't wearing any underwear. I shoot my eyebrow up, questioning, and she just laughs.

"Lets just say I was hoping we'd end up this way."

"So dinner was just your way of seducing me?"

"Basically."

I laugh and resume our foreplay, going straight for her neck once again. My hands start to make there way up her thigh again, finally reaching her pulse point. She's so wet. I let my fingers linger, teasing her, waiting for her to beg in order to continue.

"Santana…" she whispers softly in my ear, thrusting her hips simultaneously. "Please."

I grin, feeling so accomplished because I have the power to make her feel this way. I wonder, foolishly, if Puck could get her as hot and bothered as I do. For some reason, I highly doubt it.

I slip my fingers into her, feeling nothing but wetness. I hear a small moan escape Quinn's lips and then I feel her hand on my wrist. She starts to guide me, helping me find whatever rhythm she's on. She lets go a few seconds later when my hand is finally in sync with her body.

She keeps rocking her hips into me as I thrust my fingers in and out of her. I feel her let go of my hair and watch as she places both hands on the counter, leaning back at the same time. I mourn the loss of contact almost immediately.

"Lean back into me," I mumble quickly.

She wraps her arms back around my neck and places her forehead up against mine.

"I'm close," she says, and I pick up my pace wanting her to reach her climax.

She starts to kiss me frantically again and I decide to switch things up a bit. Before I know it, I was removing my hand and replacing it with my mouth. Fuck, she is so wet. I feel her muscles tighten simultaneously, and I know it's only a matter of time before she fully unravels.

I scoot her closer towards me, hoping to generate a little more pressure. I suck and kiss a few more times, pushing my tongue against her sensitive spot. I feel her body jolt and she lets out a little grunt, finally reaching her climax.

"Fuck," Quinn hisses as she thrusts her hips into me one last time.

I stand up fully as she relaxes her body fully on top of the counter. She puts her arms around my waist, pulling me closer, and finally rests her chin on my shoulder.

Truthfully, I live for moments like this. Moments when it was just me and her and it seemed like nothing else in the world mattered. I silently cursed the fact that Puck was her boyfriend and by default he was meant to do all the things I wish I could do. I wish I didn't think about it so much, her relationship with Puck, I mean. It always managed to slip its way into my thoughts, killing my mood. This time, I try my hardest to forget about Puck and just live in the now, here with Quinn. I run my hands up and down her back, thankful to have her so close to me right now.

We stay like this for a while before she finally speaks,

"Why are you so good to me?" she asks through a few heavy breaths

"You make it so easy," I answer quickly and honestly. Being there for Quinn was the easiest thing in the world and making her orgasm felt like a lifetime accomplishment. Maybe that was a little hyperbolic, but around Quinn, I always felt like I was on such a high.

I take a step back and she slides off the counter, pulling her dress down at the same time. I take a moment to look her up and down again, this time she notices, giving me a playful shove as she laughs at me.

"Did I forget to mention how hot you look in that dress?"

"I look hot in everything you buy me," she retorts and I give her a little smile as she leans into me with a gentle kiss. "Now let's eat before the food gets ridiculously cold. I spent a solid two hours cooking for you and I will not let it go to waste."

"We should fight more often, especially if it means you're gonna cook for me every time."

"This is a one time deal. Besides, you know how stressed I get about everything, which is why I never cook. I hate serving less than perfect food."

"I'm sure whatever you made is perfect."

"Oh it is. Did you not hear me complain about how I took three hours to cook for you."

"I thought you said two?" I shoot back sarcastically. I could do this for hours with her. The playful banter was just one of the few things I loved about my relation… friendship, with Quinn.

She gives me a playful smile and grabs my hand as she walks towards the table.

"Sit down and let me serve you, please," she says as I take my seat. Before she heads back into the kitchen she quickly adds, "Oh, and I hope your fine with skipping the salad. Unfortunately, some horny teenager decided it was okay to just throw the food into my dirty sink." I laugh as she says it, not feeling guilty in the slightest bit.

I stare back at her as she walks back into the kitchen, wishing we could stay in this moment forever. Truth is, I loved Quinn the way I've never loved anyone or anything in my entire life. She was just as beautiful inside as she was on the outside. To me, Quinn Fabray was perfection.

a/n: Review and let me know what you think!