Quinn POV

"This is insane Kurt" I shout through the loud, loud music "Why making such a huge party?"

"Well the owner of the building kindly offered me the rooftop so I couldn't say no! Just enjoy the view and drink something girl!" I laughed with his words. I think he's already drunk or on his way to be.

Well it's his birthday after all so I think it's okay.

"Yeah, the view is beautiful" You can see the whole city from here. Almost every big building with its lights.

Despite the cold -and his requirement that we all needed to come here well dressed up-, I think it's worth it, because the sight is simply breathtaken.

"Here" Puck says, arriving from behind me with two drinks on his hand, I gladly accepted one.

"What is it?" I asked before drinking it. I just like a few kind of drinks, the light ones.

"Strawberry vodka" Puck answers me before taking a sip of his own drink "Did you want something else?"

"No it's okay" I'm allowed to drink something tonight. Bella is with my mom now at her home because apparently Santana will come too, Kurt invited her. So my mom offered to take care of Isabella tonight.

But Santana still hasn't shown up her face. Which makes me wonder, is she coming at all? or is she going to go elsewhere to fuck some random girl?

Well it doesn't matter anyway.

I'm sure she is not coming, must be already making out with some whore.

"Are you okay?" I turn around my head just in time to see Puck looking me with a frown.

Why I wouldn't be okay?

"Yeah why?"

"Well you look upset, it's something bothering you?" Didn't I just say that I was okay?

"I'm fine Puck" I take a deep breath, biting my tongue to not say something bitter.

I know Puck it's a good guy, a good friend to me. I also know that he is subtly trying to have something more than just a friendship. Something I could never give him. But despite of everything, he's good company. That's why I invited him, because he wasn't one of Kurt's guests, I don't know why Kurt doesn't like him that much. Rachel couldn't come, so I didn't want to be alone here and probably see Santana with a girl.

"Alright" He says unconvinced "I'll go to the restroom, I'll be right back" I nod and he starts to walk away.

Maybe I need to be a little more kind with him.

I turned around my body to chit chat with Kurt but he's already gone, far away talking with Blaine at the edge of the rooftop.

They look cute together. You can see from afar how much they love each other.

I feel someone softly tap my shoulder, I turn around to see who it is; and my breath get stuck in my throat.

There she is. Perfect as always using light make up, wearing a short and tight black dress hugging all her figure. Heels that makes her look a little more tall and a leather jacket that makes her look insanely hot.

With the wind flying her hair it all looks like a dream to me.

"Hey" She says smiling "Why are you here all alone?" I briefly look down at her full and red lips that keeps smiling at me.

Would it be okay to just kiss her right now?

She looks perfect tonight.

After awhile of me stupidly staring at her, I quickly compose myself, taking a long sip of vodka. But fuck, who can blame me? She really looks flawless.

"Puck is in the restroom" I say nonchalantly and her face changes instantly.

I almost feel bad now for bringing Puck with that sad face she's giving me. Almost.

"Puck?" Santana asks frowning and pursing her lips.

"Yeah he's-"

"I'm here" Puck appears from behind Santana walking the two feets of distance between us, standing next to me and putting his arm around my shoulder. Santana's eyes makes holes on his arm.

"And what the hell are you doing here?" She says angry, way too upset and loud.

Why does she even care? It's none of her business.

"Quinn invited me, why?" Puck answers her a little more calmed.

"You're not one of Kurt's friends, so I guess you're here just for her?" She starts to get close to him, taking confident and definite steps with a defiant look placed on her face.

Please not now, I know that look very well.

"I think your assumption it's accurate" Puck said with his head high, but he tensed. I felt it when he tightened his hold on my shoulder. "She invited me so I guess she wanted me here?" He looked down at me with a smile that I didn't return, not now with the tension of this situation.

Besides Puck talking like that isn't helping at all.

Santana briefly looked at me, as if she were waiting for me to say something. But I didn't. I don't have anything to say. He's right somehow, I invited him because I didn't want to be alone here. Mostly because I didn't want to be alone here with her.

I know I do stupid things from time to time, especially with alcohol and Santana involved. So Puck was my first option tonight.

"You shouldn't be here" She says to Puck with her eyes full of rage, ready to kill him.

Thank God we're in a crowded place because I know she's about to kick him if he keep talking like that.

"Well, I am here" He says lifting his head once again, bringing me a little closer with his arm.

Am I some kind of trophy or something for them?

"Puck, please" I glare at him trying to pull away. There's no need to make a scene for nothing, less in Kurt's birthday. "You should go and greet Kurt, Santana"

She turns around to look at me like saying 'really?', giving me a confused and kind of sad expression. Then her eyes return to Puck again.

"Just leave your hands and gross lips to yourself dumbass, I'm not kidding" Santana throw at him one more long challenging look before walking away from us to where Kurt is.

I sigh before taking Puck's arm completely off me.

At least that ended good.

Puck leans back, supporting himself on the cold wall and looking my way with suspicious eyes.

"She still thinks she owns you, apparently" Well, because she does.

"It seems so" I shrug taking a sip from my glass and quickly changing the topic.

I'm not in the mood to talk about something I don't have anymore.

Tonight I'll have a good time, without concerns.

-0-

I look up the sky, trying to get my eyes steady in just one star after the few drinks that I drank and seeing how slowly starts to get cloudy.

But it doesn't overshadow the sight, or the company...

So far, the night has been wonderful. Drinks keeps coming and so the laughters.

Luckily, the tension disappeared a few hours ago. Kurt has the power to put everyone laughing and in good spirits.

In fact, we've been here an entire hour or more. Kurt is just ignoring his other guests to be with us. Blaine, Santana, me, Puck and some random chick who can't stop eye-fucking Santana.

But she is next to me, and really close.

Her arm is resting on the metal railing of this beautiful rooftop and so it seems like she's hugging me, because as the minutes pass, I find myself getting more and more close to her, unconsciously approaching. Her fingers softly touch my shoulder from time to time. So soft and slow that makes me wonder if she's touching me at all.

"I'm going for another drink, do you want to go with me Quinn?" Puck asks me, gesturing to the big table where every type of drinks are.

He's been looking at me all night, I guess because now we're far away from each other and I'm next to Santana. Really, really close to her if I may add.

"No thanks" I quickly say to him and he goes with a reluctant look.

I feel kind of bad now. I know he's here for me, like Santana said, and I haven't paid him any attention.

But I just can't see him in that way. Less now with the love of my life next to me.

I turned around my head to listen again to whatever Kurt is talking about right now that makes everyone laugh. Apparently I missed something really funny. I hear Santana's contagious laugh near my ear, and it gives me goosebumps.

"I can't believe you let him do that, Blaine" Santana says amused. And her voice, the wind and her warm body attached to mine makes me feel things. A lot of things actually.

I should stop drinking.

Her hand this time, slowly but firmly grabbed my shoulder. Subtly bringing me closer to her chest, I just lean back towards her, because I can't think of anything else right now.

It's a constant battle between my heart and my mind whenever she's around. And with alcohol in my veins, everything is playing in her favor.

Her fingers slowly begins to caress the sensitive skin of my shoulder and arm, making my skin crawl, and I lean my body even more against her. Almost supporting all my weight on her chest.

"Are you cold?" She asked in my ear, leaving her lips there for long seconds as the whole world outside us disappear.

I don't know if she's playing dumb or not but I think she knows it, I'm not cold. Is just her closeness and soft touches that makes my skin crawl.

"I have a jacket on my bag" I stupidly said as her hand starts to slowly descends for my arm.

"Okay" She says in my ear again before pulling slightly back.

I finally looked up to the group again and I find Kurt just in time giving me a knowing smile.

He's always talking with me about Santana and how I'm being stupid for setting free to the market a woman like her. He's sure Santana didn't do anything. But it was me who saw her naked in bed with Brittany.

It is what it is.

I blush when I see him winking at me after gazing Santana's arm on my shoulder. I look to the side avoiding his playful eyes but it's a bad idea because I find Santana's face closer to me now, really close.

Our eyes meet and she gives me a sweet smile, gently squeezing my arm before caressing all the way up until it's on my shoulder again.

We really shouldn't be this close.

"What?" She whispered, without wipe her smile off her face.

She's so irresistible everytime she smiles.

"Nothing" I shake my head and pulled away from her. We need to be as far away as possible from each other.

"Hey, isn't this a party?!" Kurt shouts to the air, way too happy "Let's go to dance!" He demands dragging Blaine to where everyone is dancing.

Not surprising at all, everyone follows him. Even that girl who couldn't bring herself to take her eyes off Santana.

What was her problem anyway?

"So..." Santana begins, biting her desirable lip. Fuck, I really should stop drinking. It's not that I'm drunk or something, just a little tipsy, but this increases the need to be with her again. In any way, I just want to be close to her. "Would you dance with me?" I stared down at her lips as soon as she said those words, for several seconds, dreaming with her sweet taste and experienced tongue.

I would love to dance with her, but I don't know if it's a good idea.

"Would you like to dance with me instead?" Puck asks extending his hand for me.

When did he even approached this much?

I look between them without knowing what to do.

Kurt and his dancing idea.

Santana's head turns around to look at Puck dead in the eyes, but he doesn't pay attention to her.

"What the fuck is your problem?" She asked him with an aggressive tone.

"Quinn?" He ignores Santana, waiting for me to take his hand.

I really don't want to have any problem right now, less causing a scene.

My eyes look up at Santana who is ready to kill Puck at any time.

This is not good.

I really want to dance with Santana, feel her gentle hands touching my body with her slim figure against mine. But it's not right. I can't think about her like that again, we're nothing. The sooner I can understand that the better.

And I really don't want to dance with Puck, but I should, everything with him feels so wrong though. I wish I could just like him.

But looking at them both right now, I don't even have to think about it twice. Because my heart keeps beating for just one person. And I have her right in front of me, looking sexy as hell and incredibly adorable with a frown.

If I say yes to Puck, she would hit him, easily, and I really don't want someone getting hurt.

So I guess that was the reason why I took Santana's hand instead.

She gives me a surprised smile and then she glared at Puck, triumphant. And I rolled my eyes because that is so Santana.

She lead me to the dance floor, or better say to the middle of this rooftop where everyone is dancing. She slowly puts my hands around her neck, without breaking eye-contact while her arms hold my waist, not leaving any space between us.

She starts to slowly leans towards me and I get nervous, but I don't pull away. I just stare at her with curiosity.

She lifts one of her hands to put some hair behind my ear, smiling and looking me intently.

Is it normal to feel so many things with just one look?

Santana leaves her hand there, as if my head were about to fall out at any time. Well maybe it is like that after all, with everything that has happened lately and with all my thoughts, I might as well explode.

She leans even more, leaving our faces really close, and I don't do anything to step back, I just look at her, even maybe, wanting her to just close the distance between us already. She leans a little more until her lips brush slightly my ear. I close my eyes while my hands gets lost in her soft hair. "You really look beautiful tonight" Santana whispered. I unconsciously start to nuzzle my right cheek with hers.

I'll go crazy missing her.

Her hand goes back to my waist and she hugs me, forgetting the music, forgetting the people around us, forgetting everything. She hugs me as if her life depends on it. And so do I, I hug her tight catching up on all the hugs I didn't give her in these nine months, stroking her hair with one hand and touching the back of her neck with the other.

Santana slowly starts to fondle my back, touching every inch and I melt.

I'm lost in our world, just like it used to be before.

Well that's until that same bitch that was with us minutes ago speak next to us, and we have to pull away from that warm embrace.

"Are you going to dance with her all night?" She asks to Santana rather impatient.

"I... what?" This girl rolls her eyes before asks again.

"Are you going to dance with her all night?" Santana frowns, looking between me and the girl; just like I did with her and Puck.

"Sorry but I don't even know you. What are you talking about?" She politely asked as her hold on my waist tightened.

"What? we were just laughing and talking minutes ago" Is she for real now?

"Oh right, sorry" Santana gives her a small smile "But to answer your question, yes. I'm going to dance all night with her" She turns around her head to look at me with a playful face and mischievous smirk.

"Fine" The girl rolls her eyes once again and then she's out of sight.

Crazy bitch.

Santana shakes her head laughing while looking at me. Her eyes always looks so playful and tender when she laughs.

"What was that?" I asked frowning. But without requiring a response, it's not my right after all.

"I don't know" She just shrugs.

We look into each other's eyes smiling for a few seconds but this time, putting aside all the drama, all the pain and all the doubts that torment us.

I really want to kiss her right now. Like, really.

Maybe I shouldn't, but I don't care anymore, about anything. I just want her. I want my Santana back.

Just when I was about to close the distance between us to feel those lips against my own, I feel something wet on my cheek. Santana looked up at the sky with a smile showing her perfect teeth.

Her eyes return to mine and she lifts her hand to remove the raindrop falling in my cheek. Her thumb stays in my face though, smoothly touching me.

"It's raining" She whispered, and I can hear her.

Where is the loud music?

I looked to the side and in point of fact, Kurt has already lowered the music.

"The party is inside now people, it seems like it's going to rain. Everyone to my apartment" He shouted and they all quickly started to make their way inside the building.

It was a pretty view to be overshadowed by the rain. But well, is New York.

"Honestly, I don't feel like keep dancing and drinking" Santana continued with her eyes looking between my lips and eyes, I slightly blush.

I think that once again, we shouldn't be this close. This is bad. Which is a stupid thinking because I was about to kiss her seconds ago. But now that some raindrops started to fall, a warm body pressed against mine would be great.

"Why?" I asked her, I don't feel like be here anymore either. Not to sound a bad friend but I was here long enough.

Besides if Santana isn't going to be here I guess I'm not going to be here either.

She was about to answer me when Puck arrived next to us with a confused and suspicious face.

"Are you going to go inside?" He asks me, but his voice sounded strong, like demanding an answer. And I get confused myself because he never talks to me like that.

"I... I don't know" I looked back at Santana and her face is directly towards Puck, with a not so friendly stare.

"We should go back inside Quinn, the rain is going to get heav-"

"She is going to do whatever the hell she wants to do" Santana interrupted him.

Why everything has to be so tense between them.

"I know perfectly that" Puck briefly gazed at Santana and then he looks at me again, arching an eyebrow and waiting for me.

Well I really don't want to go inside, I'd love to stay here outside with Santana, looking at this beautiful and big city.

The rain starts to fall steady, wetting our clothes.

I look at her again, looking her beauty in just the light of the night.

I don't know what it is with this nigth that everything seems to be so easy and full of love between us.

"I'll do whatever you want to do" Santana says while putting her jacket around my shoulder to protect me of the rain, I didn't even realize when she took it off. Why she has to be so perfect.

Her scent starts to float into my nose in just seconds.

"We'll go home" I say without thinking, looking straight into those brown eyes. Santana's eyes gets a little big and her smile widen.

Wait, that didn't sound right.

I blush immeditely once I hear what I just said.

"I mean-"

"I know what you mean" She gives me a reassuring smile "Shall we go then?" Santana asked me, slowly pulling her hands off my waist and offering me her arm.

"I was the one who brought her here, so I'll be the one to take her home" Puck says displeased.

"It's okay Puck, you live in the opposite direction. I'll just walk with Santana" I softly replied him but he still looks kind of surprised and, sad?

Just then, loud music started to sound from inside. Apparently Kurt wasted no time.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, she's sure" Santana adds with a serious tone.

Puck looks at me one last time before nodding and walking away.

It's true though, he lives far away, and Santana lives pretty close to me. So walking with her was the wiser option, right?

"So now that your annoying friend is gone, let's go" Santana took my hand in hers, and we started to walk inside to the elevator as the rain kept falling.

Her warm jacket and soft hand makes me forget about the cold outside. It makes me forget about everything really. My eyes and body are concentrate in just one person.

I offered her my jacket once we were out of the building because the rain was getting heavy, but she shook her head charmingly telling me that she was fine and she would rather get soaked herself than me.

She just can't be so perfect all the time, why?! It's unfair.

Santana even offered me to take a cab because she knows how much I hate cold weather, but I know how much she loves rain so I just said that it was okay.

Besides I'm anything but cold right now.

So I let her lead me into the wet New York streets with her hand firmly in mine, without knowing what might happen next, just enjoying the moment.