Author's Note: So I lied. Big time. I swear I had no idea that it would be this long when I made the promise that it wouldn't take too long before I updated again last chapter. It's just that I became really busy with school work (I guess my first year of high school finally caught up to me) and then I got caught up in writing We All Have Our Lies. Which, by the way, if anyone is also reading that, is almost done and I plan on updating soon. So, sorry for the major delay. I feel like such a freaking hypocrite, seeing as I kind of flip whenever my fav fics go too long without being updated.


Before I was consciously aware of what was happening, I flew down the stairs and was out the door before Mike was even halfway up the walk.

"Hey baby!" he called as I threw myself into his arms. Somehow that last moment with Santana had made me desperate for his company. For whatever reason I felt like I was going to lose him if I wasn't careful. Which really made no sense seeing as I got the feeling from this really weird stare into San's eyes. Determined to shake the feeling, I kissed him with all the force I could muster.

"Careful there, Q. We've got to actually make it to the Stix if you want to go on this date. Mauling me ain't gonna help with that, hon," he laughed.

I glared at him and then informed him, "Shut up. I'm not mauling you. I just didn't know I wasn't allowed to kiss my boyfriend in public like this."

Mike let out another laugh. "Baby, you know I don't really care." He kissed me again with the same amount of force I had given.

"Sorry… It's just that I'm kind of nervous," I whispered to him. This was stupid, I knew. We'd been seeing each other for… well, however long it had been, and there was no reason for me to feel awkward around Mike. But I was.

He tipped my face up towards his. "Q, I promise you, there's no need to be nervous. You know I love you."

I smiled. How could I ever have thought, even for a brief second, that I was going to lose him just because Santana suddenly had gotten herself a heart? God. I was freaking paranoid.

"I love you too," I murmured back to him, and hugged him closer. His lips pressed against the top of my head, and I was happy. It was just another perfect moment with Mike.

He held me that way for a moment or so, and then slowly (reluctantly?), pulled away.

"Come on. Reservation's in ten minutes. We don't want to be late."

I sighed and followed him to his car. That one small moment had renewed my determination that this was going to be the best damn date ever. EVER.


And I swear to God, it was. The whole thing was just perfect. (Well almost, but I'll get to that later). The food at Breadstix for once actually tasted decent, and there was no difficulty in conversation, as I had feared there may be. Because seriously, it was so going to be difficult to talk to this guy that I had been seeing for what, two months now, and I already knew was my soul mate. Yeah right. Paranoia is an awful thing, my friends.

The movie, I Don't Want to Fall Another Moment, was amazing. It was a total chick flick and even Mike agreed that it was epically fantastic. And those were even his words.

After the movie, Mike drove us over to this little secluded area by the river just outside of town. He said he'd found it with his dad when exploring Lima, and it had been their place, before his parents divorced. Since then, his dad had moved back to China.

Anyways, this was when things started becoming… not quite so perfect.


"Wow, Mike… this place is seriously cool," I informed him as we lay back on a blanket he brought. "But… it's not like it's illegal to be here or anything, is it?"

He laughed. "Naw, Quinn, it's cool. It's not private land."

"Good. It's pretty. I like it here." I really did. The little spot underneath a large tree was just the exact size for a blanket for two people to lie on, and it offered a beautiful view of the river.

"It is, isn't it?" he murmured, pulling me closer to him. "Who knew such a place existed in Lima?"

I smiled at that. "I sure didn't."

Mike rolled over and propped himself up over me. "It's almost as pretty as you. And that's saying something," he murmured and then kissed me slowly and passionately. It was awesome.

I should have known from the way Mike kissed me where he was going with this. At first, I didn't even notice his hands slowly making their way down my body. But it was still quite a shock when I felt his hands slide under my dress.

I pushed him away. "No. God Mike, just no."

He sighed. "I'm sorry, Quinn. That was stupid."

"No shit, Mike. Did you seriously think I would sleep with you after last year?" I snapped at him. For some reason I felt like I should forgive him, but really, I shouldn't. Did he freaking forget I was eight months pregnant this time last year?

"Q, look at me. Seriously, that was a really dumbass thing to do, and I really am sorry. I just… things were going so great and well, I don't know. It just felt like the right thing to do," he said as I turned away from him.

"Really? Really? The right thing to do was knock me up? Well, okay, that's being overdramatic, but honestly, how the hell was that the right thing to do?"

For a few minutes, we just let silence consume us. Finally, he spoke.

"Quinn, please, please, believe me. I'm sorry. I got carried away. It won't ever happen again, I promise. It won't."

Slowly, I turned back to look at him. I could see in his eyes that he truly was sorry. Something in my heart relented and I leaned forward to gently press my lips against his.

"It better not."

A small half-smile formed on Mike's handsome features. "Does that mean I'm forgiven?"

I contemplated him for one more quick moment. "Like I said, as long as it doesn't happen again, you are."

The half-smile erupted into a full on grin. Jesus. In just five short minutes, I'd almost forgotten how amazing Mike's smile was.

"Good. I don't think I could bear you being mad at me."

I giggled. Then I kissed him again, and this time, I let it last. Finally, when we had both pulled, I just curled up into his side. We gazed at the stars for a few moments. Then something struck me.

"Mike?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you remember… that first night, when you promised you'd sing for me someday?"

"Of course. I remember every moment with you, Quinn."

I smiled. Sometimes, Mike could just be too sweet.

"Well, just wondering here… but were you planning on doing it anytime soon?"

"Yes, actually. I'm just trying to find the right song to sing to you. It's proving to be quite the challenge," he murmured, squeezing me closer to him.

"Oh. Why is it so hard?" I asked.

"It just seems that there's not a song out there, or at least one that I know of, that expresses exactly how I feel about you. I'm starting to think I'll have to write my own damn song," he said.

I turned this over in my head. "That's sweet."

"Hardly. If I actually wrote my own song it would probably be an epic disaster and I'd have to leave the country in shame."

"I doubt that."

"Please, Q. You don't have to say that."

"Yes, I do. That's what girlfriends do."

He laughed. "Whatever. Come on, Q, it's time to head home."

I sighed. Despite what had almost gone down, I didn't want to leave. Besides that one little glitch, that moment had been perfect. But Mike was right. It was nearly midnight and even though I knew my mom didn't really care, she had told me to be back by midnight.

Later, when Mike kissed me goodbye on the porch (so freaking cliché that it was amazing), I told myself that whatever happened from there on, everything was going to be okay. Nothing bad had really happened tonight, and we had had an awesome first date on the whole.

So after I slipped inside and watched him drive away, I couldn't explain why I had this gut-wrenching pit of worry gnawing away at the inside of my stomach for the second time that night.


For anyone who is curious, as far as I know there isn't actually a movie called I Don't Want to Fall Another Moment. In actuality, it's the title of one of my favorite fanfictions on this website and it seemed like a nice name for a chick flick. I would highly recommend it. I believe the author's pen name is Navona. But don't read it if you're not into femslash, especially the QuinnxSantana sort. Yeah, I've kinda (as in completely) fallen in love with Quintana, so Quike has been downgraded to my second OTP. But whatevs. Not exactly relevant to this story.

So... if you're still reading this story (I wouldn't blame you if you've forgotten about it) or if you've just discovered it, please please please leave me a review. Reviews are like caffeine to me. Or crack, if you'd like to look at it more drastically. :)