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Urgh for the love of God! I ran out without taking the key! I dry my hair in frustration with the towel before glancing at the time on my phone.

9.00pm

Santana should still be awake but I'm gonna try my luck with the door. I drop the towel into the used-towels-basket before hesitantly going back up to Santana's apartment.

Oh thank goodness the front door is still unlocked. I enter and close the door as quietly as possible since the lights in the living room are off. I drop my phone onto the couch and I plop onto it right after. I feel my eyelids slowly shutting when I realized that I haven't washed up.

And my clothes are in Santana's room.

I groan to myself before pushing myself up. I see a figure under her bed sheets and my clothes neatly placed on a random chair in her room and my duffle bag full of my other clean clothes is next to that chair. I tiptoe across the room even though the floor is marbled and I freeze when I hear Santana shifting in her bed.

She sniffs. "Don't go..."

I fix my eyes onto her face. She's asleep but I didn't know that she sleep-talks. And I think it's adorable. She's all snuggled and wrapped up under her blanket, along with a grey hoodie over her head. My heart tightens when I hear a sob escape Santana's mouth, followed by a whimper.

"Please don't go... Please?"

The most I could do, or more like I wanted to do, was to walk over and plant a gentle kiss onto her cheek. That seemed to have calmed her a little since I felt her body relax before she lets out a long sigh.


7 days left.

Santana has another day off today so I decided to do part of what I planned to do. I didn't want to stay at Santana's house, if not it'll be even more awkward after I awkwardly had to go back to Santana's apartment to wash up and then sleep on her couch...and then greet her in the morning before I quickly scrambled out of her apartment.

So I'm at my own apartment now. Hoping that I wouldn't spot any rats in here.

I hesitantly typed this letter. It's not a letter of resignation because I know I can't just quit like that again but I just want to inform Dan how much I had enjoyed being Santana's manager and I just want to thank him. For forcing me to do it. I printed it and sealed it in an envelope, ready to pass it to Dan when my contract finally gets terminated.

I was busy admiring how quickly my left wrist healed and the bruise fading from my cheek when the door bell rang. I confusedly get up to look through the peephole.

No one.

My eyes widen in panic. What if it's the creepy Korean lady!?

"Quinn!" Santana's face suddenly appears through the peephole. "I know you're in there. Let me in please."

I hold my breath. I don't really want to let her in...

She knocks on the door while ringing the doorbell, making a ruckus in the hallway. "Quinn...please."

I huff sadly and hesitantly open the door. "What're you doing here?"

"To talk," Santana says as she walks towards the couch.

The letter. I close the door and hurriedly walk to the living room.

"Dan forced you?" Santana snorts at my laptop screen. "Hey!" she exclaims as I close my laptop.

"Not for your eyes." I pick the laptop and envelope up before proceeding to put them on my bed.

"But it's about me," Santana replies as I sit next to her on the couch.

"Yeah and how great of a person you are."

"Are you giving that to Dan? When?"

"My last day with you."

There's a pause for a while until I break the silence. "Do you want a drink? Water? Coffee?"

"Water please." Santana smiles at me.

"So what do you want to talk about?" I calmly ask as I hand Santana a cup of water.

"Yesterday."

I press my lips together into a thin line. Just thinking of yesterday makes my thoughts go wild.

Just stop.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to actually want to sleep with you. I was horny and I...didn't know what I was thinking," Santana chuckles nervously as she explains. "I'm straight, you're straight and could we please just pretend that yesterday never happened?"

I quickly blink away the oncoming tears. I know I was the one who ran away and not wanting it to happen but why do I feel so disappointed when she said she didn't mean to sleep with me? Why? And why can't I just tell her that I might be in love with her? And that I want to be the only one who'd be able to hold her every second of the day, to show off to the world that she's the most wonderful person in the world, to be the only one who makes her smile and feel loved, to be the one who'd always be there & hold her whenever she needs someone, to be able to whisper positive compliments into her ear when we make love.

Hm...

Did I just think of us making love? Well...this is bad. Really bad for me.

I frantically nod my head. "Yeah let's just forget about it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.."

Santana shrugs before a smile tugs at one end of her lips. "Okay then."

From there, we really acted like yesterday's almost-lady-sex never occurred. Our relationship is so weird. We talked and just enjoyed each other's company for the whole day. Our conversations ranged from funny to serious to crazy to out-of-this-world things. It's just so comfortable talking to Santana. Even if she suddenly explodes and makes sarcastic comments about other people.

I really wish I could do this forever because I don't think there'll be anyone else like her.


4 days left.

My blanket is being tugged away and I whine as I try to pull it back but fail to do so. I curl up into a ball and bury my face into the pillow.

"Quinn! I've my Pilates class!"

"Mm...yourself." I swat at the air.

"No! I want you to bring me there."

I mumble incoherently as I doze off again- "OW!" I rub my butt. I snuggle back into the pillow as I let out a sigh. But then I feel Santana sit on me and freaking start tickling me!

"S-Stop! STOP!"

"Never! Until you promise to get up and take me to my class!" Santana laughs evilly.

I fidget wildly as I laugh out loudly. Soon, Santana ends up lying on the couch and I'm hovering over her, both of us laughing like mad people. Our laughter dies down and I stare longingly into her eyes. I'm not sure if she's staring back at me with the same emotion though. I want to lean forward and have her lips come in contact with mine but I don't dare.

My phone saves me and I quickly grab it from the coffee table. I grin and scoff at the text.

"Who's that?"

I ignore Santana as I hurriedly type a message back.

(8.44am) Me: No, I haven't told her yet. I don't really intend to.

Santana leans up to take a peek but I jerk backwards.

"Who's that?" She gives me an upset look.

"Um... Caleb?"

Santana frowns. "When did you guys start texting?"

"Hm... Let's see..." I was halfway thinking when a new text came in.

(8.44am) Caleb: You better! Santana deserves to have someone like you in her life, as her lover, even if you're a female.

I sigh at the text.

(8.46am) Me: That's the thing, I'm a girl. I might be bisexual but Santana's straight.

I jerk backwards again when Santana sits up to take a peek. She shoves me off of her and she rolls off the couch.

"What the hell is so secretive that I can't see?"

I open my mouth but deciding to close it when I have no excuse. Santana clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes at me before leaving me all alone in her living room.

(8.49am) Caleb: You can't confirm that so just do it :( y'know those two days were well spent, with me finding out whether Santana likes you that way and I can truthfully say that she does.

(8.50am) Me: I'm scared. And worried.

(8.52am) Caleb: Do you not trust me? :'(

(8.55am) Me: It's not that. It's just...I've never experienced rejection before.

(8.55am) Caleb: You lucky ass.

I snort at his latest text.

(8.57am) Me: That's not it. I just wasn't entirely bothered with going after my crushes. I took the chance to wait for some guy to come after me.

(8.59am) Caleb: You must've been drop-dead-gorgeous since then!

(9.00am) Me: Haha no way! You flatter me. Anyway, I gotta send Santana to her Pilates class. I'll text you later.

(9.03am) Caleb: You really are! Yeah okay, take care! AND YOU BETTER TELL HER SOON.

I toss my phone onto the couch as I stand up to make my way to Santana's bedroom and knock on the door. There's a muffled "Come in" and I turn the doorknob. Santana ties her hair into a neat bun before throwing her stuff into her casual handbag.

"I'll be back by one. If not, the latest would be six," Santana says with a hint of anger. She walks towards the door but I stand in front of her before she could exit. "Move it."

"You don't need me to send you there?"

"No," Santana spits out. "Don't wanna crash your time with your boyfriend." She tries to walk around me but I grab her arm.

"Is that what this is about?"

"What?" She snaps as she gives me a death glare.

"You think Caleb and I are dating?"

"Aren't you guys?" Santana says coldly before jerking her arm out of my grasp but I catch it again. "Stop it!"

"No! You stop it! Why are you acting like this?"

"Because I hate it when other people spend time with you okay! I don't know why but I just hate it!" Santana shouts at me before she starts crying.

I stare at her with an incredulous look.

"I just...hate it okay.." Santana drops her bag as she squats and wraps her arms around her knees. "Come back.. Please don't go..." She whispers before her body starts shaking with sobs. "I need you, please come back... Don't leave me alone with these people..please..."

I slowly squat down as well, trying to decipher if she's having some triggered memories or if she's talking to me instead. "Santana..?" I whisper cautiously.

"Please...how could you just disappear like that without telling me..?"

She's definitely having some bad memories.

I place my hands on her cheeks as I did my best to wipe her tears away. At the same time, Santana looks up at me and tears well up in my own eyes when her red teary eyes meet mine. It's as if I can see that the small and child-like version of Santana is here. I scoot as close as possible to her before sitting on the floor, prying her arms away from her legs and pulling her towards me. Santana got the hint and immediately wrapped her arms around my upper body with her face buried in the crook of my neck. What I didn't expect was for her to sit on my lap, her front pressed against mine and wrapping her legs around my back. Part of me wanted to pull away because my body's reacting excitedly, my heart thumping like crazy to our really close physical contact and I didn't want Santana to feel my rapid heartbeat but I still held her tightly anyway, rubbing my palms up and down her back. Sometimes drawing some small circles on her back with my thumbs, hoping she'll calm down soon because her Pilates class starts in thirty-five minutes.

Her body jerks in another sob before she whispers again, "Come back... What am I supposed to do without you? Please God, bring her back to me... I-I love her."

I'm just gonna be in denial and assume the person Santana's talking about is her mother.

I tighten my arms around Santana and I smile when I feel her doing the same. "Shh..." I coo as I rest my left cheek on the top of her head. "It's okay. Everything's gonna be alright. I'm here. I'm here for you. Don't worry okay? Do you still wanna go for your Pilates class?" I loosen my hold around her but she tightens hers again as she whimpers. "Okay we'll stay here."

I spent at least an hour slowly rocking her back and forth because she wouldn't stop crying. I guess something terrible must've happened to her in the past because I've never seen her so small and so broken. She had tired herself out from the breakdown because she fell asleep in my arms. I had trouble standing up and balancing myself as Santana was gripping onto me like a koala bear. I'm just relieved that I'm slightly taller than her and she's pretty light.

She kept whimpering when I tried to pry her off my body and wanting her to drop onto the couch. I had to keep reassuring her that I'm still here, that I'm not going anywhere and that she isn't alone. She finally allows herself to be dropped onto the couch but catches my right arm just before I walk away.

"Please don't go," Santana says too quietly that I almost didn't hear.

I sigh before motioning for her to move over so that I'll be able to lie down next to her. I throw & adjust the blanket over our legs before taking a good look at Santana's finally peaceful sleeping face.

A few minutes ago, she had the look of a broken kid desperately wanting attention, or more like deprived of attention from her parents. Now she seems relaxed but I'm still worried. Has she been having nightmares like these? Why hadn't I noticed earlier? How long has she been going through this alone?

My lips tremble as tears well up in my eyes, thinking sadly that Santana might've been a lonely kid who didn't get much attention from her parents. I gently wipe away her dried up tear tracks before slowly tracing her jaw line.

"You're not alone, Santana," I whisper. "You've Caleb, you've me. I don't know about your family though but I'm sure that they love you."

When I knew that Santana had finally drifted off to a deep sleep, I pry myself away and tucked her in before deciding to clear some emails.

Santana woke a couple of hours later, seeming even more refreshed than she had been for the past few days. She told me about how she had a weird dream of breaking down in front of me. All I did was nod and pretending that it only happened in her 'dream'. Caleb did say that Santana doesn't like to seem so vulnerable in front of people so I'm not going to embarrass her by telling her that it really did happen.


3 days left.

It still puzzles me how my relationship with Santana is like, one moment we're all close and happy, the next moment we're awkward & distant and then not long, we're back to being close and all those kinds of stuff. I'm really confused on how both of us can act as if there isn't any sexual tension between us after those very close encounters. Or maybe it's just me still feeling those sexual tensions towards her?

"Oh Quinn!"

"Yeah?"

"You can clear your things today." Dan smiles warmly at me.

"Huh?"

"Logan's back. Here is the cheque for your hard work," He takes it out from his inner blazer pocket. "Thank you for your help. And I do hope to see you soon if possible."

I slowly take the cheque from his hands. I'm not prepared leaving Santana yet. I have yet to prepare myself to give Dan the letter! It's just so unexpected but the numbers I see on the cheque diverts my attention to it as my eyes bulge.

"Is this like three times plus commission or something!? It's a huge number!" I exclaim as I wave the cheque in front of Dan's face.

"It's no big deal for Logan. Especially when you had to deal with such a model like Santana."

"But it's six digits! This is really too much. Take it back." I try shoving the cheque into his hands but he backs away.

"If you don't take that, Logan will kill me. He specifically told me to make sure that you bank it in or I'll lose my job."

"Wha..?"

Dan nods overdramatically. I can't deny that so I sighed and hesitantly thanked him. He told me that there'll be a party for me but I told him not to. Then he told me that there will be a party for Logan's return & recovery. That, I will have to attend. I hugged Dan and thanked him for everything he had done before leaving to pack my things.

"We'll miss you," Anne dramatically sniffs but she's really crying. "You're like a cool yet an extremely nice person. It'll be hard just to talk to Daphne."

"Hey!" Daphne nudges Anne as she wipes her own tears away too.

My colleagues, really...

"I'll keep in touch okay?" I tell them as I hug them goodbye.

"What're you going to do?" Daphne asks.

"Maybe I'll relax for a while. And then go back to New York to visit some University mates and my parents. I don't know. I'll see how things go." I shrug.

"Tell us when you're leaving for New York and we'll send you off!" Anne shouts as I open the entrance door.

"Will do. I'll see you guys." I smile as I finally step out of the building for good.

I've decided to just send the letter to Dan via email because I don't want to go back to the office and then see Santana face to face. I might just confess everything to her. I wanted to call Santana and tell her that I wouldn't be going to her apartment from today onwards but I decided not to. Also, Dan did mention to me that with Logan around, Santana's schedule is going to be even busier than the past month. So...I'm using that as an excuse not to call her.

I decided to book a flight to New York, in two days, and I finally called my parents to tell them that. They were so excited over the phone. I apologized for not calling them back the past nineteen months but they shrugged it off saying they know how busy it must've been for me and they also apologized to me for everything that had happened before I was flown to L.A; I know they thought modeling wasn't an ideal job for me but I was so happy when they told me how proud they were of me seeing me on huge posters in the mall.


1 day before the flight to New York.

"Rach?"

"Yes, Quinnie?"

" I like her.. Like, really extremely like," I say as I put the neatly folded clothes into my luggage.

"Are you sure?"

"I am. But what do I do? Should I tell her before I leave?"

"Yes. I think you should. I've heard people saying that the possibility of being rejected is worth the other possibility of something great happening to you and the person you've been loving for so long," Rachel sighs. "Wait, how long have you loved her for?"

"I don't know if I love her like that but I know that I really like her. I think it has been almost a month. So you really think I should tell her?"

"A month...well I think you should tell her. Unless you know for sure that she's straight. But if you know that she really isn't then I definitely encourage you to tell her. Use your emotions. Your hand gestures. Anything to prove your love for her."

I roll my eyes at my best friend's overdramatic words. I can even imagine her doing those gestures and exaggerated facial expressions.

"And you're bisexual too!" She suddenly changes the topic.

"Yeah we both loved the steamy scene between Mila Kunis & Natalie Portman in 'Black Swan' okay. And Rachel..." I scan the room to see if I've left anything.

"Yeah?"

"I think she is straight."

My best friend remains silent.

"Rachel? What should I do?"

"I still think you should. You've told me that she acts as if she likes you too right? And that she doesn't seem as comfortable towards other people; only towards you. So maybe, just maybe there's a possibility that she likes you too."

"But what if she just sees me as a really close friend?"

"Quinn!"

"What?"

"I've never heard you being so extremely negative before!"

"...but-"

"No buts'!"

"I don't really want to risk my friendship with her..."

"I really wish I have professional love advice for you, Quinn," Rachel sighs sadly. "But as you can tell...I'm not doing well in that area either."

"It's alright," I assure Rachel. "Okay! What have I got to lose besides my friendship with Santana? I'll be moving back to New York anyway."

"You're moving back? What if she does reciprocate your feelings?"

"Then...I won't move to New York. I'll stay there for a month to visit you and my parents and...I'll see how things go."

"Are you sure?"

"...positive."

"So when are you gonna tell her?"

"Possibly this evening. There's a party for our boss' return & fast recovery."

"Quinn, possibly?"

"Well...I might not actually have the full courage to do it-"

"YOU HAVE TO DO IT!"

"OKAY. OKAY!"

"Good. I'll be waiting for your call on the situation. Gotta go! Love you!"

"Fine. Love you too."

Just as I hang up, another call comes in.

"Hey you, beautiful."

"Hey, sexy."

Caleb gasps. "You're flirting with me! Let's continue! So..." His softer tone turned to a cocky one at the last word. "How about I really pick you up at 8 tonight?"

"Nice try but I've to attend some party tonight." I laugh at him.

"Heh. Okay," He clears his throat as his tone goes back to the softer one. "Have you told her?"

I roll my eyes before replying, "You mean...Santana?"

"Yeah. If you haven't, I'm really going to."

"NO! Hey! Please don't!"

"Alright! I was just messing with you. So when are you going to tell her?"

"Possibly this evening?"

"Possibly?"

I roll my eyes again. "Yes possibly."

"Do you need some support? I can be there. Hiding...somewhere."

I laugh. "I appreciate it but it's alright. Maybe I'll need you to pick me up if things go bad," I jokingly say.

"You've got it! I'll be a call away. Good luck!"


I hurriedly make my way into the building. I am so late. I took a nap and I overslept! Who does that? Quinn Fabray. If Daphne hadn't called me, I'm sure to have missed the whole party. Goodness, I'm so irresponsible. Even Priscilla, the receptionist, is not at her desk and she's most likely upstairs with everyone else. I press the 8th floor button and I take deep breaths as I try to think of what to say to Santana when I see her. I start increasing the amount of breaths in take it.

Oh god. I can't do it.

I cautiously make my way towards the biggest meeting room, making sure to avoid bumping into Santana. A figure crashes into my left side just as I open the meeting room door.

"You made it!" Anne hugs me. Not long after, Daphne comes running towards me too.

Daphne slaps my arm before glaring at me, "You're lucky that you were Santana's manager. If not, Logan might be upset about you arriving late."

I give them an apologetic smile. "Sorry..."

"Santana's been looking for you, by the way," Anne says as she glances around the room filled with a lot of people.

My mouth goes dry as I slowly glance around the room too. When I spot the black but a little grey haired person I've been looking for, I excuse myself.

I welcomed Logan back before apologizing for my tardiness. He waved it off before gratefully taking my right hand and placing a kiss on top of it.

Wow.

He thanked me for everything I had done and I just waved it off this time as not a big deal. This was one of those rare times where I had a conversation longer than a minute with Logan because I seldom see him around but I excuse myself to the restroom when our conversation starts to stray towards the awkward atmosphere.

After relieving myself, I wash my hands as I look at my reflection in the mirror. How can I look so dead and feeling depressed about rejection when it hasn't even happened yet? I scoff at myself before pulling out a paper towel and drying my hands. I adjust my hair a little before grabbing my clutch and exiting the restroom.

I hear muffled patters of someone running on the carpeted flooring. My eyes widen as the familiar smokin' hot model, dressed in a sexy red tube dress which hugs her cruves oh-so-perfectly, which also stops just slightly above her mid-thigh, shocks me by lunging forward at me and I stay frozen. My heart rate is increasing rapidly and I try to pull away but she doesn't let me.

"Oh my god..." Santana whispers. "You're back." She tightens her hug.

I finally manage to pry her away from me because I really don't want her to notice how fast my heart's beating. I can't do anything about covering my flushed face but thank goodness Santana doesn't seem to notice it.

"Only for the party though," I let out a laugh.

"What? Why?" She sniffs as she questions me.

"Because I still want to spend time with my family and old friends back in New York."

"You'll still be here for good, right?"

I don't say anything for a while until Santana nudges me worriedly.

"It depends." I shrug.

"On what?" Still as demanding as ever, Santana. Still adorable as ever too.

"I don't know. If I get a job?"

"Be my manager!" Santana finally cheers up.

"Aha no. There's no way that's happening."

"Why not!?"

"You're like, a top model. You need really experienced managers."

"I don't need experienced, awfully annoying, insensitive and serious mangers."

"They've to do their job. Just like I did." And they can't be too comfortable or they might fall in love with you.

Just like I did.

Santana's shoulders slumps. "You didn't tell me that you weren't gonna be my manager anymore."

I shrug. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. My ex-manager came out of the blue and just told me that Logan came back and I..." crap. I can't tell her that I didn't call her because I was afraid that I might confess my feelings.

Oh my gosh, she's in front of me. I keep shrugging.

"I've to tell you something," I suddenly blurt out.

Wait. Wait. Wait! I'm not completely ready yet!

"Yeah?"

I take a deep breath as I scan the area; no one else besides us. Santana's looking at me expectantly. Urgh you know what, let's just get it over with.

"I like you," I say bluntly.

"I like you too." Santana smiles brightly at me.

"No...I mean, I like-like you. Uh.. I love...how you finally opened up to me and you being yourself towards other people too. How you're so passionate about your job and in everything that you do. I just..."

Santana raises her eyebrows.

"I fell in love with you."

I said it.

"I love everything about you. Your smile, you teasing me, how cute you are when you act like a kid, that excitement you never fail to show whenever I surprise you with food, your adorable sleepy mode in the mornings when I wake you up and how you'd always fail to bribe me with money in attempt to let you sleep for five more minutes," I grin to myself at the memories. "Your laughter, your cheekiness, just everything," I shrug. "Everything about you."

Tears well up in Santana's eyes and a smile never fading from her face as she takes my right hand in both of hers and I patiently yet eagerly wait for her response.

As those tears roll down her cheeks, her smiles fades.

"I...I'm flattered, Quinn. I really am but..." Santana shakes her head.

My heart stopped beating for a moment, a painful & strong tug at it follows.

"I don't...I'm sorry. I just... I'm sorry. I'm not...sure.." Santana shakes her head in confusion.

I can't breathe. My heart just broke into a million pieces and I swear that it'll take forever to be fixed. Worse dramatic case scenario, my heart will never be fixed. I forcefully pull my hand away from Santana's tight grip as I suddenly feel a burst of tears wanting to escape my eyes.

"Quinn..." She reaches out to me but I step away from her reach.

"...wha-what...about that time when...we almost slept together..?" I whisper.

"You were in that bikini and I...wasn't thinking clearly...both of us weren't-"

"I'm sorry. I know you've said that it's weird for you," I let out a small laugh before giving her a shaky smile. "Forget about my confession. We better get back to Logan's party."

"Quinn..."

I turn away and briskly making my way towards the meeting room. I keep wiping at my eyes, not wanting any possible trace of tears to be there before entering the room. With my head slightly down, I make a beeline for the buffet spread on the right side of the room and I take a decent amount of food before hiding myself in one corner of the room. Like literally, I'm hiding behind a curtain; not wanting anyone talking to me. The only people who can see me are those on the opposite building or those who look up while walking along the sidewalks.

I stare at my plate of food as I bring up the serviette to wipe the tears at my eyes every few seconds. After a while of silent crying , I finally decide to dump my still-almost-full-plate of food and then making sure to avoid everyone as I exit the room and head towards the elevators. Once I reach the ground level, I retrieve my phone from my clutch.

Sigh. Rachel didn't pick up. I guess she must be pretty tired for the day seeing how it's already one in the morning in New York. I decide to try Caleb instead.

"Hey you. How did it-" He stops talking when I sniff.

"Caleb... I'm sorry to disturb you but..do you think you could..."

"Where're you?" I hear shuffling and then a lady's muffled voice.

"Oh...you don't have to if you're busy," I whisper apologetically. "I'll just-"

"Where are you?" Caleb asks worriedly. "No! I'm not staying the night! My friend needs me- Get off me, woman!" He whispers angrily to the lady. "Quinn, I'm on my way. Your office?"

"Yeah..."

"Ten minutes, tops. Hang in there."

I slide my phone into my clutch before slumping onto one of those couches in the reception area. I wanted to call Rachel again but I didn't want to disrupt her sleep. It feels as if someone stuck a knife into my heart and I can't seem to pull it out and I just wanna rip my heart now. Right now, I'm so wishing that I didn't have any feelings. I let my tears continuously fall, silently sobbing to myself.

When I hear the elevator ding open echoing throughout the empty reception area, I messily wipe my tears away before burying my face in my palms. I mentally curse at the person invading my space when I feel the couch dip on my right.

"Quinn... Please..."

Oh my god, why did she have to come down here?

I wipe my face before turning to look at Santana. "Don't let me ruin your night." I try to give her a genuine smile but it turned out to be a shaky one.

"You know we can still be...friends, right? I don't wanna lose you."

Why the hell does she look so hurt & broken even when she was the one who rejected me? And is she being serious right now? I want to scream at the top of my lungs that it's impossible to do that. It's hard to be friends with the one you love so dearly. I know I've only known Santana for a month but I really have fallen in love with her.

"Quinn?"

"Go up okay? I really don't want to ruin your night-"

"Quinn!" A new voice cuts in.

I whip my head around to see a familiar brunette dude, dressed in just a white v-neck shirt & fitting dark blue jeans and his sneakers squeaking against the marbled floor as he stops when he spots Santana.

"Seriously, what's up with you & Caleb?" Santana whispers with irritation clouding her voice.

"Have a good night," I tell her before standing up and wanting someone's physical comfort.

"Quinn!" Santana's trembling voice echoes throughout the level.

Caleb protectively wraps his left arm around my shoulders and pulling me towards his body as I cling onto his shirt. He opens the passenger door of his car for me and I quickly buckle the seatbelt. Neither of us say anything as he drives off.

"Hey..." Caleb whispers after a short period of silence. "What's your address?"

I shake my head, staring straight ahead. "Do you...do that 'staying the night with someone but not for sex' thing at your place? And for someone else other than Santana...?"

He places his fingers under my chin and gently turns my face to face him. "I can make an exception." He gives me a warm smile before holding my left hand with his right and I quickly grip onto it.

Caleb held onto my hand all the way until he had to open his apartment's front door. He leads me to sit at his small dining table before pouring a cup of water for me. I patiently wait for Caleb to do what he has to do, quickly gulping down the cup of water when I think of Santana rejecting me. I'm just making myself feel worse.

I immediately place the empty cup in the sink when I almost wanted to throw it onto the floor to vent my anger and just at the right time, Caleb walks out with a shirt and a huge pair of shorts.

"These are the smallest I have," Caleb says apologetically.

"It's fine, thank you." I give him a small smile.

I had decided to just wear his shirt, which are still oversized for me, and just my panties because his shorts couldn't even stay at my waist or hips. I washed up and Caleb told me that I could crawl into his bed first.


I could barely catch any sleep even with Caleb holding me the entire night and he held me like how a parent would when their child is hurt. He even attempted to sing some lullabies for me but I think he sang himself to sleep instead.

"Scrambled eggs, five slices of crispy bacon and some toast!" Caleb announces like an over-enthusiastic waiter in a restaurant and sets the plate in front of me.

"Thanks," I say softly with a smile before poking the bacon with my fork and then playing around with my food instead of eating.

"I'm sorry."

I look at him. "Huh? What for?"

"I really thought Santana did like you that way. It was so obvious for those two days without you," Caleb disappointedly says.

"It's alright. I don't blame you. I'm thankful that you were even willing to do something like that for someone you barely know."

"It's no big deal," Caleb shrugs. "What time is it?"

"Uh...three minutes to eight."

"I've to get ready. Do you want me to send you home?"

"If it's convenient for you." I smile.

I quickly tried to finish my breakfast but I still left half of it. Caleb gobbled the rest down as I went to get changed. We managed to stop by Santana's apartment to grab my duffle bag and thankfully, she wasn't home. Waterworks from my eyes had begun once again, thinking about all the memories and hopes that I had with Santana, only to be slapped straight that she doesn't like me that way. There was a possibility in my mind that she wouldn't return my feelings but it still freaking hurts so much to be rejected. I place her apartment key on her coffee table before leaving without a note to tell her so.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have such sexy legs?" Caleb tells me just as he stops the car in front of my apartment building and I open the car door.

I raise my eyebrows at him, questioningly. "Not really."

"You do."

"Perv."

"Hey. It's not my fault you decided to flaunt your legs last night."

"Your shorts couldn't even fit me," I say flatly. "Just take that as a thank-you gift from me to you."

"It's the best gift I've ever received," Caleb smirks. "I'll see you around, beautiful."

I roll my eyes before letting a smile form on my face. "Mhm. Thanks again. I'll see you around."

I shut the door and hastily made my way to find the apartment building manager. We discussed a few things and he gave me a roll of masking tape & some extra cardboard boxes. I unlock my apartment door and began shoving & throwing the items around my apartment that I think I need or want. I took a quick shower before dumping last evening's outfit and other clothes & squeezing the duffle bag into my luggage.

After making sure I had packed everything that's needed, I called Daphne before locking my apartment for the very last time.

"Seriously...it's like you're moving back there for good." Anne shakes her head at the amount of things I have to check in at the airport later.

"Yeah. You might as well don't come back." Daphne laughs before helping me to lift one of the three boxes up.

"Miss Fabray! Wait!"

I whip my head around to see the middle-aged apartment building manager, Mr Lewis, running towards my direction. He huffs a little in exhaustion before standing up straight and flattening the front of his blazer.

"I know your neighbors have disturbed you and whatnot and I sincerely apologize for not being able to actually do much about it. I know we don't know each other very well either but I would just like to say that it was great having you to stay in this building for the past year & a half," Mr Lewis digs into his inner blazer pocket, pulling out a white envelope. "This is something I managed to write two minutes ago and it's just something small y'know." He gives me a smile and I return it.

"Thank you so much." I take the envelope and he excuses himself.

"Enjoy your flight and take care!"

I nod and wave at him before flipping open the unsealed envelope. I smile at the hastily done card before handing it over to Anne.

"What did he mean by 'it was great having you stay for the past year & a half'?" Daphne narrows her eyes at me as I lift up my luggage.

"Quinn?" Anne asks, surprise & shock very evident in her voice.

"Hm?" I look at both of them.

"What in the world does he mean by 'Bon Voyage & I hope you do stay here again when you move back to Los Angeles'?"


Note: So...before you guys come at me with pitchforks, I would just like to say that I am writing a Quinntana fanfiction :D so please bear with me for another chapter or two alright haha. The reviews/follows/favorites really flatter me too though, I never thought there'd be that many people who like reading this story. I'll continue to do my best in writing decent chapters, improving and aspiring to be better because I know there're people who write way better HAHA. Anyway, just wondering if you guys would like Kurt & Blaine in the story..? Do you want them together or just a fling, etc. Please let me know :)