Note: I know this chapter is late, I'm sorry :( I'm not the type of person who had a proper exercise/workout in like a year or two and I tried out this sport called 'Muay Thai', 1 & a half hours per session, and...I almost passed out HAHA. The next few days was spent groaning and suffering from aching body/arms/legs and yeah...I practically didn't have the energy to think and type and edit.

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Random fact about this story: I wrote the first chapter a few weeks before I created this account. I didn't dare to post it :/ until June...yeah. Heh, okay.

11 days left.

I shouldn't be upset that she's acting like our almost first kiss never happened. I should be relieved that she's still the same kid-like, touchy Santana.

But why? Sigh.

Dan & Santana had actually asked me to take a break because of my injury but I reassured him that I can still drive Santana around. The main reason for not wanting to take the break was because...I want to make full use of the time I've left with her.

I can't believe the media thought that I got into a fight because of the bruise on my right cheek and a 'broken' left hand. At least I seem like a hero for 'protecting Santana'.

My heart will always skip a beat when Santana's lips presses against my cheek, every time I give in to her. Don't you ever wonder how her lips would feel like on your own?

I put the key through Santana's apartment's keyhole and I hear laughter as I push the front door open.

"Quinn! Guess who's surprisingly here to accompany me today?" Santana tells me, happily.

I narrow my eyes at the familiar brunette dude who's smiling widely at me before I grit my teeth. "Caleb..."

"Hey!" Caleb waves and then winks at me.

"Give me a few minutes to grab my things!" Santana dashes to her room.

Once I'm sure that Santana's busy with her stuff, I turn to Caleb. "What're you doing here?" I whisper.

"To help you," He whispers back.

"...in what way?"

"I'm free today so I thought I could help you see if Santana does like you. That way."

I punch his left shoulder and he pretends to groan in pain.

"What did you do? Workout using a punching bag?" Caleb rubs his shoulder.

Oh. It did hurt.

I snort before becoming serious again. "Sorry. Anyway, no. You don't have to do this."

"Well, I wanna do it. I like you. You're cool." Caleb smiles.

"I appreciate it but you really don't have to."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to end up finding out that...she really doesn't like me that way. There's still this tiny hope I have that she might like me that way and I really don't wanna crush it. Yet."

"Can I at least find out for myself?"

"Uh...no. Sheesh. How old are you?" I tease him.

"26. I promise I won't say anything if there really aren't signs that she likes you that way. It'll just be like, hanging out with Santana."

"Oh, you're three years older than me." I try to change the subject.

"Quinn," Caleb says with a serious tone.

"But...we barely know each other so why do you want to do this for me?"

He shrugs. "I've a feeling that we could be close friends. Plus, it saddened me to see you staring lovingly at Santana that day."

I press my lips together as I contemplate for a moment. A moment too long when Caleb suddenly hugs me.

"Oh my god! What're you doing!?" I try to push him away but he tightens his arms around me.

"Shh..." Caleb glances over my shoulder "Let's see how Santana will react. I'm gonna give you a kiss on your cheek when she walks out okay? Anyway, what happened to your wrist?"

"Wait-"

"She's coming out!" Caleb whispers excitedly and gently holds a kiss to my right cheek.

My face heats up at little at the thought of Santana's lips against my cheek instead. His lips feel...slightly rougher than Santana's? Or maybe it's just because Santana's lips are pretty thick while Caleb's are average sized.

"Alright! I've got my things! Oh, Quinn! I found this really cool- HEY!"

Caleb pulls away with a lip smacking sound and I guess he's looking at Santana. I feel myself getting pulled backwards and then black wavy hair obstructing my view of Caleb.

"What the hell, Caleb!?" Santana snaps at him.

I hear Caleb chuckle. "It was just a hug."

"And a kiss!"

"But Quinn didn't mind." He steps around but Santana immediately steps backwards and holds my right hand with hers.

"What do you know what she minds or doesn't!?"

"She didn't pull away." Caleb smirks.

Santana releases her hold on my hand and stretches her arms backwards around me, to hug me so my front is pressed to her back. My heart starts racing.

"She's mine," Santana says childishly but my heart still soars at her words. "Don't touch her."

I make use of this opportunity to rest my chin on her left shoulder, wrapping my arms around her midsection; deciding to 'play along'. "Yeah what're you gonna do about that, Caleb?"

Caleb raises his eyebrows at me and I can see that he's trying not to smile. Santana lets me hug her for a few seconds until she slaps my hands.

"And you!" Santana fidgets and turns around to look at me. "How could you let him kiss you?"

I let out a laugh. "It was only on the cheek."

Caleb cuts in, "And Quinn told me that she has some important stuff to do today, that's why I'm here. To take her place for today."

Santana scans my face. "You have? What?"

I look at Santana but I can still see Caleb waving his arms in the background, motioning for me to just say 'yes'. I nod a few times and Santana's face falls. "Just office work. That's why Caleb's 'surprisingly' here to accompany you."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really!" Caleb replies for me. "C'mon. Let's grab some breakfast!"

"Oh, but Quinn has already bought breakfast for me," Santana counters.

"No I haven't," I reply.

Aha. I have. Always. Black coffee with a bagel or croissant or a sandwich. Until she wants a complete change of menu.

Both look at me and Santana has furrowed eyebrows.

"Quinn has to be there. To protect me." Santana crosses her arms in front of her chest as she looks back at Caleb.

"I could protect you. After all, I am a guy and stronger and with that wrist guard," Caleb points to my left hand. "She can't protect you for now." He laughs.

"But-"

"Sure," I cut her off as I hand Caleb her schedule. "I'll have to go back now to the office to clear up some work. Thanks Caleb. I'll see you tomorrow, Santana," I say quickly.

"I'll pick you up at eight!" Caleb shouts.

I hear Santana gasp loudly as I open her front door. "What!? Why are you picking her up at eight!? Tell me! Did you ask her on a date!?" She rambles. "Where are you going!?"

I didn't hear the rest of her questions because I shut the door. So much for making full use of the time I've left with Santana.

Stupid.

At least I'll be able to really figure if Santana does like me that way, or not. My phone vibrates and an unfamiliar number flashes on the screen.

"Jealous Santana..." I read out. "Strike one. From, Caleb."

I shake my head as I grin at phone.

Yeah, at least there's still some more hope about that.

9 days left.

"So Quinn, are you dying?" Daphne leans on the table as she attempts to press my bruise.

I swat her hand away. "Nope. I'm actually enjoying it." I grin.

"Really? How is the Santana Lopez actually like?"

"Definitely not like how people described her. Well maybe at first but then she changed."

"You must've been the cause of it."

"No?"

"It's true. I've never ever heard or seen her personality changing for the better whenever her manager changes."

I scoff playfully. "Well I think everyone's reading too much into it. Santana is actually a great girl. Oh, Dan texted me. Gotta collect her schedule." I hold up my phone.

"Maybe you should remain being her manager!" Daphne shouts as I leave the lounge.

"Don't be silly!" I shout back.

Caleb said the plan was a success that day. He had sent me some more texts like,

(1.09pm) Caleb: Grumpy Santana without Quinn, Strike two!

(3.41pm) Caleb: All Santana talks about is Quinn, Strike three!

(6.55pm) Caleb: Overly protective & caring Santana who wanted to accompany you but I said she couldn't, when I told her that you have office work to clear again the next day, Strike four!

And I was like...

(6.57pm) Me: There aren't any more strikes after three.. Plus, why in the world did you tell her that I've work to clear again tomorrow?

Caleb told me that he really needed to make sure that Santana does like me that way and so yesterday, I passed him Santana's schedule before I went back to the office to 'clear' some work again. I actually didn't have 'work' to 'clear'. I had spent the last two days in the office hiding from Dan & daydreaming about how it'll be like if I had a family with Santana.

Probably a brunette girl and a blonde boy. Or more if she'd like. And yesterday was when I realized...I might actually be in love with her. Even when I've known her for less than a month. I love everything about her. Her smile, her laughter, her stubbornness and how she enjoys teasing me. Everything. Even if she acts like a child sometimes. I don't even like her for her fame because I seriously dread the paparazzi.

But she won't ever date women. She said so. That it's weird for her to date one. Which implies that she's straight? So I've concluded that as long as she's happy, I'll be happy for her and I'll support her in every way I can.

But it's just too hard.

To make things worse for my increasing feelings for Santana, I finally took up her offer on staying at her apartment last night because I've had a few neighbors screaming and shouting "RATS!"

At the thought of a rat in my apartment, I shake my head in disgust before slowing down my car at the entrance of Santana's apartment building because I see her standing there. The second she sees my car, she sprints excitedly.

In freaking high heels. How does she do that?

"Quinn!" She plops into the passenger seat before slamming the door shut. "I've missed you! Oh my gosh," She hugs me tightly. "Did you manage to clear all your work? Caleb didn't let me call you because he said that you were really busy. "

"Oh. Y-Yeah. Yeah, I did. Yeah I was...busy," I let out a cough in annoyance to my own stammering. I feel bad for lying to her.

"You okay?"

I frantically nod my head.

"Coffee and a bagel!" She exclaims cutely when she spots her breakfast sitting in the cup holder compartment. "Thank you." She plants a kiss on my right cheek.

My heart doesn't jump that much anymore. In fact, it jumps a little and then decides to clench painfully; knowing that it'll always be a friendly kiss and nothing more.

"You're welcome," I tell her as I drive off to her first work location.

She had a great day. She seemed even happier than before and the photographers were so pleased with her. She's exhausted though, seeing her sleeping soundly on the passenger seat. I quickly drive back to her apartment, wanting her to get as much rest as possible.

I had to tug her out of the car just now because she was being a stubborn child. Santana tiredly makes her way to her bed and just falls face first onto it. I help to remove her heels. Poor girl. There was a swarm of reporters just now outside the studio building, questioning her about Caleb and she hid behind me. I put my arms out to protect Santana; like how I protected that girl in elementary school from those bullies. I didn't have much time to think about the similarities between those two scenarios as the security from the building quickly came out to help get Santana into the car.

Until now.

But I push the thought aside as I take a simple night gown from her closet. Santana swiftly changes into it, throwing her other clothes onto the floor before falling backwards back onto her bed. I carefully shift her upwards so that she can rest her head on the pillow. She's purposely making me do all the work because I can see her trying not to giggle.

But I like giving in to her.

Before tucking her in, I sit on the side of her bed with her feet resting on my thighs and I give her a slow foot massage even though it's hard because of my injury. I'm sure she loved it by the way she would sigh contentedly every few seconds before finally drifting off to sleep. I close her bedroom door quietly and I stretch and yawn. Wow. I'm really beat. I take a seat on Santana's couch as I sadly think back to some questions that the reporters had asked Santana.

"Are you and Caleb a couple?"

"We know you guys have spent the past two days together."

"Will we get to see you guys on a photo shoot anytime soon, as a couple?"

"When will you announce your relationship?"

They do seem quite compatible for each other. Caleb has dark brown hair which is slightly shorter than shoulder length and it's nicely styled. And he's a guy with slightly tanned skin, along with a nicely toned body. Him being a Levi's jeans & Calvin Klein underwear model gives you the chance to see his torso. Unlike me; a fair skinned rookie female model with dirty blonde hair. Who's about to quit anyway.

I softly bite the inside of my mouth; trying not to cry. I've never felt this way even when my last boyfriend broke up with me. I've never felt so torn & hurt. But why towards a girl? Why Santana? I know Caleb's helping me with Santana but I can't help and think what if they do get together as a couple? And what if Santana doesn't really like me in that way? What if she just sees me as her close friend? Plus, Caleb & Santana would make a hot celebrity couple. I know it does sound a little too overboard but really...I hate that I've been feeling the heartache.

Well...I guess I know what I should do once my job as her pretend manager is over and if she really doesn't like me that way.

Migrate.

She hasn't been around in a week! Where could she be? I've tried asking Miss Sharon about my classmate but she wasn't sure either. I've been hearing my other classmates talking bad about her but I barely know her and she isn't around often so I can't do much about the gossips. I get up to ask the other teachers because there's this weird nagging in my head, asking me to find her.

My eyelids fly open when I feel a presence above me. I shriek at a pair of eyes looking directly into mine and I immediately roll off the couch, landing on my butt.

I groan, "Santana...it's late."

"I can't sleep anymore."

"Why were you staring at me then?"

"I didn't know if I should wake you up or just crawl in next to you and so I opted to stare at your beautiful face for a while," Santana cheekily tells me.

"I'm never staying over again then."

"Why!"

"Firstly: I'm still pretty shaken by the Korean horror movie. Images still pop into my mind. Secondly: you keep doing creepy stuff." I rub my butt.

"I'm here for physical comfort! Besides, even if I still do creepy stuff, there's no way you'd want to move back to your own apartment." Santana beams at me.

That is...true. Moving on, it's only four in the morning so we could either go back to sleep or just stay up. I'm guessing it's the latter since Santana jumped onto the couch, grabbing the television remote and then surfing through the channels. I sit next to her and I try to stay awake just to accompany her.

Well I'm obviously failing at trying to be awake because I keep dozing off and I've to pinch myself every once in a while. I was surprised at first when Santana pulled my head onto her lap but I just sighed gladly as I adjust to get a more comfortable position before letting myself succumb to sleep.

8 days left.

I frantically jab at the fourth level button in the elevator and then the closing doors button. Once the elevator starts making its way down, I lean back against the wall as I take deep & fast breaths.

Ssshhhit. That almost happened.

I wipe away the perspiration forming on my forehead and that's when I realized that my face is extremely warm.

I need to cool down. Like really. Really need to.

40 minutes ago, 7.28pm.

I glare at the happy tanned skinned girl who's sitting on the couch and cheekily chewing on her nails as I shift uncomfortably in my spot, in front of her.

"Don't move."

"But I feel so exposed..." I explain as I cover my cleavage. Why do I still agree to her ridiculous requests...?

"Have you ever not worn a bikini before? Move your arm away!" I oblige and Santana laughs as she whips out her phone and takes a picture.

"Hey!" I lunge forward but she extends her right hand and motions for me to step back to my original spot. "You better not post that online."

"I won't. It's for myself."

"Gosh. You're such a perv." I roll my eyes at her.

Santana just shrugs and starts taking more pictures. I did my best to stay still until my phone starts ringing.

"Who said you could move?"

"Santana..." I quickly thought of a random excuse. "It might be my mother."

"Fine."

I pick up my phone and I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion to the unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Oh my god, Quinn! I finally got your number!"

I stone for a while before my face breaks out into a smile. "Rachel?"

Rachel squeals through the receiver and I jump excitedly in my spot.

"It's you! It's really you!"

"Yes it's me!" I reply as enthusiastically as my best friend, whom I haven't spoken to since I left for L.A. "I'm so sorry I haven't called at all." I pout even though Rachel can't see it.

"It's alright. I know you've been really busy," Rachel assures me. "Looking good in those posters!"

I laugh, embarrassed. "No way. Other models look way better."

From the corner of my right eye, I can see that perverted tanned skinned girl slowly appearing and scanning my face. I give Santana a weird look before turning away.

Rachel squeals again, "To me, you're the best and will always be!"

"Thank you!" I say gratefully. "How'd you get my number?"

"Oh. I bumped into your parents last evening and they gave me your new number. They told me to try contacting you since they could barely get to you."

I shake my head, disappointed in myself and my parents. "Yeah I haven't spoken to them since I reluctantly gave them my new number."

"I know..." Rachel replies sympathetically. "Your mother's sorry for not defending you."

"Oh well. It's in the past. How're you?"

"I'm good. But Finn broke up with me for continuously staring at a model's ass from a magazine." Rachel says happily.

"Oh no... Wait. Why do you sound so happy?"

"I don't know. I feel free? Yeah. I feel free! Like a bird! Whoohoo! Wanna know which model's ass I stared at?"

"Uh...sure." I let out a laugh.

"Brittany Pierce's!"

I fake a cough. "I know her!"

"Really!? Do you think you could help me get her autograph? Could you? COULD YOU? Please? I promise I'll do anything! I'll buy you meals, I'll buy you drinks, I'll even teach you math again just please help me get her autograph!"

I snort, "I knew you were bisexual! Alright, I'll do my best to get it."

"Hey! I think every girl is bisexual! Just whether it's more towards the same gender or the opposite gender."

"What kind of logic is that?" I laugh. "Anyway, I really miss you."

"I really miss you too," Rachel sighs. "I might fly to L.A to visit you."

"Really?" I start jumping in my spot again like an excited child. I see Santana appearing from the corner of my eye again and I decide to go to her kitchen.

"Yes of course. I need your physical comfort for my break-up." Rachel dramatically sniffs.

"You were the one who instigated the break-up."

"Oh well. That girl has a better ass than Finn. Anyway, I've to go. I'll tell you if I do book a flight there. We'll talk more, soon!"

"Please do! Can't wait to see you!"

"Me too! Mwah! Love you!"

"Love you too! Bye!" I blow Rachel a kiss through the phone before hanging up.

I walk out to see Santana on the couch, with her arms crossed in front of her chest and staring straight ahead. I put my phone on the coffee table. "I'm gonna get changed."

"Who was that?"

I turn to look at Santana. "Who?"

"On the phone."

"Ohh... None of your concern." I let out a laugh before tying my hair up into a messy bun.

"Who was it?"

"Girl friend."

Santana's face visibly falls, "You're attached...?"

I furrow my eyebrows. "What? No. As in my friend who is a girl. She's my best friend."

"Rachel?"

"Yeah, Rachel."

"When is she coming? You'll still be with me right?"

I raise my eyebrows before teasing her, "Okay...you. It's bad to eavesdrop on people's conversations."

"You were freaking screaming," Santana replies, upset.

"Okay, relax." I widen my eyes in confusion at her before picking up my phone. I unlock it and I smile while saving Rachel's new number.

"You never seem so excited when you're with me..."

"Hm?" I look at Santana.

Santana huffs before standing up and walking away. "Never mind."

I watch as Santana dejectedly walks to the kitchen. I quickly follow her.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Santana deadpans.

"Are you jealous?" I smirk.

"What? Whatever for?" She snaps at me.

"Oo. Pretend I didn't say anything." I hold up my hands. "I'll stay with Rachel when she visits. I'm sorry for staying here." I make my way to Santana's room to get my clothes and I toss my phone onto her bed.

"Please don't leave." Santana's distinctive hurt voice echoes in her bedroom.

"Uh...I'm not going anywhere?"

"I mean, don't leave me to stay with Rachel when she visits. Please?"

I tuck my lip in my mouth as I try my best not to smile at a-totally-jealous-Santana. "But you've Caleb. You don't need me." I smile at her before grabbing my top but it gets snatched away even before I could put it over my head.

"I don't want Caleb. I want you."

Just like that, I feel my heart racing at her words.

She wants me.

I know it's stupid of me to think that it sounds like there's a double meaning behind those three words but how am I suppose to interpret that when Santana's eyes seem to be full of lust? I watch as Santana throws my shirt across the room, blatantly taking glances at my-almost-exposed chest and then scanning my whole body. Then, she did something which made me wet.

She licked her lips and seductively bit her bottom one.

DAMN. That was so freaking HOT. URGH.

My breath gets caught in my throat and I feel my bikini bottoms getting soaked at the thought of the sexually intimate things that could happen between Santana and I at like any moment now. Why is my body reacting like this?

My phone rings.

BLOODY HELL! I mentally take a knife and stab all the imaginary audience around. I point & motion to my phone as I still couldn't form words from Santana's earlier seductive actions. She slowly closes her eyes and motions for me to pick it up before she sits on the bed in frustration.

"Hello?"

"Oh, Quinn! I've actually just remembered that I've a major meeting in two weeks so I wouldn't be able to visit you anytime soon."

"Oh. It's fine, Rach. I-I-I'm sure we can arrange...uh...another time."

"..."

Shit. Rachel knows something's on when I stammer like that.

"Rach?"

"Is he hot?" I can hear the smirk in Rachel's voice.

"No. Wait. What're you talking about? I'm not sleeping with anyone! I haven't slept with anyone since Sam." I take this chance to glance at Santana and she's eyeing me. I quickly turn away.

"Yeaaah sure, Quinn. Tell me, what are you wearing right now? Or are you even wearing anything at all?"

"I...uh...I'm wearing a...a bikini," I answer truthfully.

"... ...Nice. Enjoy yourself!"

"Wait, Rach-"

"PLAY SAFE!" and she hangs up.

"Rachel again?" Santana says bitterly.

"Yeah."

"So!" Santana jumps up. "Where were we?"

"I-I...don't know what you're talking about." Possibly about to strip each other and have sex?

"I'm sure you know what I mean..." She says huskily as she makes her way towards me.

Of course I know what she means but I don't want to be a freaking one night stand! "I really don't... Why are you acting like this...?" I step backwards.

Santana doesn't say anything as she continues moving towards me. She seductively bites her bottom lip again. I bite the inside of my mouth to suppress a moan; which is really dying to escape my mouth. As much as I'd love to...I can't. Not when I'm in love with her. Why is she acting like this? Hasn't she stopped with the sleeping around? And what's gonna happen to me even if I do agree? Who knows, she most likely just wants to experiment, using me and after the whole 'experimentation of lady sex', I'd be left alone, hurt and still in love with a girl who was just fooling around with me. I can't have that. I have to stop Santana before I finally give in to temptation to rip off her clothes and let her remove my two piece swimsuit as we barbarically & sexually attack each other's body!

Santana's lustful eyes bore into my worried yet aroused ones but just as she's two feet away from me and she reaches out to my face, I did something Quinn Fabray seldom does.

I ran away.

The elevator door opens on the fourth level and I clumsily dash out towards the swimming pool because my legs feel like jelly and my bikini bottoms is totally damp. Thinking about how wet I actually got from just imagining that Santana and I slept together, makes me even more wet; if that's even possible. I grab a clean folded towel, shoving my hand phone in-between it before dumping the towel onto a free relaxer chair. I rip the wrist guard off my left hand and immediately diving into the pool even though it's already at night.

Sigh. I can't believe that almost happened.