CHAPTER 4

The last week of school went by really fast. It was already Friday, and it was the last day of school. Santana was more than excited. Quinn too, but her reasons were a little different.

Quinn spent the whole week confused about her feelings for Santana. One day she was convinced she loved her just like a friend, and the next day that she thought that maybe she was in love with her. Of course she didn't have the courage to talk to Santana about it.

"Hi, Q." Santana saw her friend taking some books out of her looker. She didn't see her in first period.

"Hi. You seem really happy today." Quinn noticed her friend was in a really good mood, and she knew why.

"I am! It's last day of school!" She screamed. Quinn laughed. "I missed you in History." Santana said in a sad voice.

"I overslept. I'm guessing you didn't do anything interesting, right?"

"Honestly, I have no idea. I wasn't paying attention." She shrugged.

"No way. You, not paying attention? I can't believe it." Quinn teased her.

"Whatever." she said rolling her eyes.

They were walking to their next class when someone called Quinn. Both girls turned around and they saw it was Rachel.

"Hey, girls!" Rachel approached them cautiously.

"What do you want, dwarf?" Santana said, and Quinn elbowed her.

"Hi, Rachel." Quinn said.

"I'm sorry to bother you but I need to talk to both of you." She didn't wait for the girls' response. "I wanted to inform you that I'm having a small get together to celebrate the end of school. It's only for Glee club members of course. Noah is going to provide the alcohol, so you don't have to bring anything. Are you guys available?"

"Sure. We'll be there." Quinn answered, without giving Santana a chance to say anything.

"Wonderful! The celebration will take place at my house at 7. I'll see you guys at Glee club." She waved goodbye and left.

"Well, I hope you have fun at Rachel's party, Q."

"What? Oh no. No, no. You're coming with me."

"That's what she said." Santana smirked.

"Santana!"

"Why do I have to go?" Santana crossed her arms across her chest.

"Come on, San. They're our friends. We probably won't see them the whole summer. Please?" Quinn pouted.

"Ugh! Ok, I'll go. But, do I have to remind you what happened in the last 'party' Berry threw? I have a feeling that it's not going to end well."

"Don't be like that. This time we'll have fun together. Besides, we don't have school the next day. So, trust me." Quinn winked at the Latina.

"Ok. I trust you."

xXxxxXx

At the end of the school day Quinn met Santana in the parking lot.

"Hey, ready to go?" Santana asked Quinn.

"Sure." She answered while she got up in Santana's car.

"So, do you want me to pick you up? You can stay at my place." She winked at Quinn.

"Hmm... No, I'll pick you up. And I can spend the night at your house."

"Ok then. I'll be ready at 7." Santana pulled over in front of Quinn's house.

Quinn kissed her friends cheek, and got off her car. She opened her door and turn around to see the Latina's car leaving.

xXxxxXx

Quinn was on her way to Santana's house. She was really excited but at the same time she was scared to spend the night in Santana's bed. It wasn't the first time they slept on the same bed, they even liked to cuddle sometimes, but she wasn't so confused back then.

When did I start to feel this way? I'm not in love with her, right? Of course not. She's my best friend, that's why I love her so much. That's all, there's nothing more. But what if there is something there? What am I going to do?

She suddenly heard a knock on the passenger's window. Quinn was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't even noticed Santana coming out of her house. She unlocked the door and Santana jumped in.

"Hi!" She noticed Quinn's grim face. "Q, are you ok?" she asked with a concerned look on her face.

"Yeah, sure." she answered absently.

"Are you sure? Are you even listening to me?" Santana knitted her eyebrows.

"What? Yes. Of course I am." Quinn tried to compose herself.

"You're acting weird. You don't look like yourself." She kept looking at Quinn.

"And you look pretty." Really, Quinn? 'You look pretty?' She scolded herself.

"Oh, thanks." There was definitely something weird going on, and Santana was going to figure it out. "But don't try to change the subject."

"I'm fine! I was just thinking about… umm… stuff. Are you ready to go?"

"Ok then. Yes, let's go." Santana decided to let it go, but she noticed something was odd about Quinn.

The ride to Rachel's house was short. By the time they got there Quinn was being her normal self. She decided to push all of her thoughts away and enjoy the party.

Quinn rang Rachel's doorbell and a minute later Rachel opened the door.

"Girls! I thought you two were going to bail on us." Rachel said, she hugged the girls and they noticed right away she was a little drunk.

"We wouldn't miss it." Quinn answered.

When they entered Rachel's basement they noticed everyone was already there. Kurt was sitting next to Blaine in the couch, and they were talking to Mercedes, Sam and Lauren. Mike and Tina were making out on the love seat. Finn and Brittany were sitting on the floor laughing at something Artie said.

"Where's Puck?" Santana asked Rachel.

"He went to the store to get cigarettes and more buzz. There are beverages over there. Welcome to the party! Woot!" She left the girls and went to sit with Kurt and the other guys on the couch.

"Do you want a beer?" Santana asked Quinn.

"Yeah." Santana was about to go and grab some beers when Puck arrived with four bottles on his arms.

"Ladies. Let's get this party started. " He screamed while putting the bottles down on a table.

"I like the way you think." Santana winked at him. "Let's do shots! Q, are you in?"

"Hell yes!" Quinn answered excitedly.

Puck, Santana and Quinn gathered around the table and they started to do Tequila shots. A couple of minutes later Rachel, Brittany and Mike joined them. They were having a blast. A couple of shots later they were all pretty drunk, except for Finn and Kurt. Finn was the designated driver. He didn't like the taste of alcohol, so he didn't mind driving everyone home. He did it in the last party and he actually liked taking care of everybody. He felt useful.

"Let's dance!" Santana told Quinn, she nodded. She took Quinn's hand and led her to the 'dance floor 'that was in front of the small stage that was on the end of the room. Rachel and Puck were already dancing.

The girls were goofing around doing crazy dance moves, and they were laughing at each other. Quinn tripped and Santana caught her. "You're way too drunk, Q". Santana smirked.

"I'm not that drunk." She giggled.

"Yeah, right. I'll go grab us some beers then."

"Ok, I'll go get us some cigarettes."

"Oh my. Quinn Fabray smokes?" Santana was shocked.

"Only when I feel like it." She winked.

"You make me proud." Santana pretended to wipe a tear from her face.

"I know. I'll meet you in the backyard." Quinn told her friend, and she went to find Puck.

Santana was heading to the 'fun station' as Rachel liked to call it when she saw Brittany standing there. She was pouring Vodka in a cup. Santana wasn't sure if she was going to be able to handle Brittany, she almost turned around to leave. Come on, Santana. You can do this, even if you're drunk.

"Hey, Britts! Great party, right?" She said casually.

"San! Yes! I'm having so much fun."

"Me too." She said while grabbing two beers.

"I noticed. I saw you dancing with Quinn. It seemed like you were having so much fun." Brittany said in a sad voice. "I wanted to dance with you guys."

"Oh. Why didn't you?" Santana was curious.

"I didn't know if that was ok. I didn't want to make you sad."

"Britt, we're still friends. We can still do stuff together, ok?" She held the blonde's hand and smiled.

"Ok." Brittany smiled back.

"I'll see you later."

Santana found Quinn sitting on a bench in Rachel's backyard. She had a cigarette on her right hand.

"Hey." She handed Quinn a beer.

"Thanks." Quinn smiled. "You want one?" She offered Santana one.

"No. Thanks." When she was too drunk she didn't felt like smoking. After taking a sip of her beer she rested her head on the back of the bench. "The sky looks so pretty tonight. The stars are so shiny."

"Yeah, it's beautiful." Quinn paused. "Just like you." She kept looking up.

Santana looked at her friend curiously. It felt like Quinn was flirting with her, but since they both were drunk she didn't read too much into it. Maybe she was just imagining things.

Quinn finished her beer rather quickly. Santana noticed she was drinking more than usual, and it was worrying her. What Santana didn't know was that Quinn was shutting off her thoughts with alcohol. The more she drank the less confused she felt.

"I'll go grab another beer. Do you want one?" Quinn stood up, and looked at Santana.

"Q, I think you've had enough for tonight."

"What? Since when are you my mother?" Quinn said in an angry tone. Santana didn't take it personal because she knew it was the alcohol talking.

"Come on, Q. Just stay with me." Santana plead.

"Fine." Quinn sat next to her friend. Santana rested her head on Quinn's shoulder. Quinn couldn't help to wrap her arms around Santana. She could smell Santana's shampoo, it smelled so good. They stayed like that for a while.

Having Santana in her arms gave Quinn so many feelings. This feels so right. I could hold her like this forever.

"San." Quinn said quietly.

"Yeah."

"I…um… never mind."

Santana broke the embrace and looked at Quinn, meeting her hazel eyes. "What is it? You can tell me anything, Q." She ran her fingers through Quinn's short hair.

"I think that… umm… I… " She couldn't take it anymore. She cupped Santana's face, she looked into her eyes and then kissed her. It was a soft and gentle kiss. Oh. My. God. I'm definitely in love with her. I'm so fucked. Quinn thought after she kissed her.

Santana was shocked, everything happened so fast. She kept staring at Quinn with a confused look on her face.

"What just happened?" Santana asked her. Quinn was about to say something when she heard Finn calling them.

"There you are! Come on, girls. Everybody's leaving, so I'm taking you home." Finn said.

They got up and walked towards the house without saying a word. Finn drove Quinn's car to Santana's house. The ride there was silent. Both girls were thinking about what just happened.

"Here we are." Finn said, pulling both girls out of their thoughts.

"Thanks, Frankenteen." Santana smiled at Finn.

"No problem. Bye, guys." He waved goodbye and got up on his truck, which Kurt drove there.

Santana opened the door and Quinn followed her. They got to Santana's room, changed into her PJs and went to bed.

"Quinn?"

"I'm tired, San. Can we talk tomorrow?" Quinn said groggily.

"Sure. Goodnight, Q."

"Goodnight, San."