A/N: I'm sorry that this story ended up being so short. :( It wasn't my intention, but clearly, I have not been updating, and so I did end it short. I'm sorry. Thank you all, though, so much, for reading an reviewing.
One more for old time's sake?
The rest of their day was spent practicing and practicing their duet—making up for the time that they hadn't been on speaking terms. Santana felt mildly conflicted—Quinn was obviously confused about her sexuality and dealing with her dad and things… but Santana felt like there should be something she could do to untangle the mess. But she couldn't push anything. She really did like Quinn, and it seemed that Quinn liked her too.
Unfortunately, Santana wasn't sure what sort of terms she was on with Quinn. A few kisses didn't usually amass to much to Santana, but with Quinn, they felt more powerful than any hookup she'd ever had a with a guy.
Friday night found Santana nonstop tossing and turning in her bed. All she could think about was Quinn's lips pressed against hers in a fiery kiss. She couldn't stop imagining Quinn's hands all over her body, touching her in places that would send shivers everywhere. Santana couldn't stop picturing Quinn looking into her eyes with a sincerity that Santana had craved since they met.
She ended up pulling an all-nighter, practicing her duet for Glee and doing homework for her classes. By five on Saturday morning, she couldn't even focus her eyes on anything, and she found herself passing out before she could even get to her bed.
"Uh, Santana?" Santana heard as she stirred. Why was her bed so uncomfortable? She peeled her face away from her pillow—which actually turned out to be the floor. Right. She'd fallen asleep on the floor. How cool of her.
She looked up to see Brittany giving her a weird look.
"Why are you sleeping? And why are you on the floor?" she asked.
"What time is it?" the Latina groaned, forcing herself up off of the floor.
"Noon," Brittany answered, raising her eyebrow. Santana groaned again. Seven hours of sleep was okay, but she really needed more after being up for twenty-four hours. "Were you drinking last night?"
"No," Santana immediately said, shaking her head and standing up. "I stayed up all night and passed out on the floor earlier."
"Why were you up all night?" Brittany asked suspiciously.
"I… missed the deadline for a project to turn in. My teacher said if I got it back to her by today, it would only be ten points off," Santana lied, hoping that Brittany would believe her. "Then Quinn came over to practice our duet yesterday, and I forgot to work on the project, so I started late last night and finally finished it at like four at the morning. Then I emailed it to my teacher and crashed."
"Why didn't you just do it today?" Brittany asked, clearly not believing the Latina.
"Because it's Saturday, and I wanted to spend it doing fun stuff," Santana answered obviously, smiling at her best friend. "Let me get dressed and we can go to the mall or something, deal?"
A smile appeared on Brittany's face. "Deal!"
An hour later, the two of them were walking side by side through the Lima Mall. Brittany kept pointing out things she wanted, and Santana would follow her into the store, but she wasn't really feeling the mall at all. In fact, as soon as she'd started getting ready after Brittany woke her up, she was thinking about Quinn again. She couldn't get that girl and their kisses out of her head.
Not that it was going to stop her from being a normal person.
Until, of course, she and Brittany ran into Quinn at the mall. "Oh, hi, Quinn!" Brittany chimed as they saw her inside of Forever 21.
"Hi, Brittany," Quinn replied, before lowering her eyes to Santana's. "Santana."
"Hey," Santana said, trying to keep her voice level even as her heart rate climbed higher and higher.
"What are you to up to today?" Quinn asked casually, tearing her eyes away from Santana's. Santana chewed on her bottom lip, hoping that Quinn didn't notice, since she was looking at Brittany.
"We're just shopping," Brittany answered, shrugging.
Quinn smiled. "Cool. I better get going. See you at school on Monday."
And then she was gone, and Santana felt fuzzy. Her brain, anyway. The rest of her body felt numb, and yet tingly. She so badly wanted to talk to Quinn about their kisses. She knew that Quinn was confused, and she wanted to let her work it all out, but she liked Quinn too much to just act like nothing had happened.
After shopping with Brittany, Santana went home to eat some food—something she hadn't done for nearly twenty-four hours, purely by accident. She found herself pacing through her house afterwards, feeling totally distracted. She had to talk to Quinn before Monday. If she didn't, she was definitely going to drive herself crazy.
So finally, she pulled out her phone, preparing to call Quinn, and then she realized that she still didn't have that blonde's number. "Shit," she growled, before turning on her heel and walking out her front door. Quinn lived right around here, right?
She eyed the houses down the street, and when she saw one, she recognized it as the house that had recently had people move out. Taking a deep breath, which didn't help her courage much, she started down the street to the house.
Once there, she knocked firmly on the door. It swung open to reveal a woman with light blond hair. She had wrinkles on the sides of her eyes, that made Santana imagine that she smiled a lot. On the other hand, she had wrinkles on the sides of her mouth that Santana saw forming from frowns. Interesting.
"Hi, I'm looking for Quinn," Santana stated. If she'd had any doubts that this was Quinn's house, they'd disappeared when she saw this woman. She was so obviously Quinn's mom.
"You are…?" She sounded slightly nervous. After hearing Quinn's explanation about why she'd moved here, though, Santana couldn't say that she was surprised.
"Santana. I'm on the cheer team with Quinn… and in Glee club," Santana explained briefly, getting a nod from the older woman.
"Sure, come in," Quinn's mom said, stepping back and letting the Latina inside. "She's upstairs and to the right, first door."
"Thanks," Santana said, smiling a thin smile at the blonde woman and nodding her thanks. Then she headed for the stairs and tried to compose herself as she took them one at a time. By the time she got upstairs, she was just more nervous than before she'd walked up them.
She got to the door and took a shaky breath, before knocking gently on it. Her confidence was definitely gone by now. "Mom, I'm busy!" came Quinn's voice.
"Last time I checked, I wasn't your mom," Santana called back nervously. There was silence on the other side of the door, and then it opened to reveal a serious looking Quinn.
"What's up?" she asked.
"I… realized that I don't have your number yet. And I wanted to talk," Santana said slowly.
"So talk to someone else," Quinn reasoned, sounding impatient.
Santana suppressed the urge to snap at the blonde. "I wanted to talk to you," she corrected, steeling her gaze. "Look. You're clearly confused, or—"
Before she could finish talking, Quinn grasped her wrist and pulled her into her bedroom, closing the door gently, but firmly. It took Santana second to realize that she had not wanted her mom to hear anything. "Look, Santana. I can't talk about this."
"Well too bad, because I need to talk about this," Santana snapped. "I know you need to deal with this at your own pace. I don't know if you noticed, but I have sort of been into you from the moment I realized that you weren't a jackass, and yesterday you kissed me—twice—and I can't stop freaking thinking about it and it's driving me insane! Okay, I couldn't sleep last night and I literally stayed up all night and then passed out on my freaking floor and Britt woke me up at noon!"
Quinn just stared at the Latina for a moment, and Santana realized that she had just told Quinn all of that. So much for suppression of feelings. They were out there now. "Santana…"
"Never mind," Santana said suddenly, feeling heat rush to her face. "Never mind. I should go."
"No, Santana, wait," Quinn objected, stopping the Latina from leaving. "I have no idea what I'm feeling, okay? My head is a huge mess right now. But… I promise, I'll tell you as soon as I have them worked out. Okay?"
Santana nodded. "Okay." She felt a little relieved after getting everything out, and getting some sort of insight on Quinn's feelings. "I… have to go. See you Monday."
Monday took too long to arrive, in Santana's opinion. She really just needed Quinn. After her conversation with her two days ago, she couldn't get it out of her head that she needed Quinn to reciprocate her feelings. Those kisses had left her mind in such a boggled state, and she needed more.
So she waited around in front of the school on Monday until she saw Quinn walking up. The blonde made eye contact with her and immediately diverted off into a different direction, but Santana wasn't having it. She immediately rushed after the blonde.
"Quinn!" Santana exclaimed, catching her arm.
"What Santana?" Quinn demanded.
"Look, I heard what you said on Saturday and I know that you need to think about things, but I need you to know what I'm feeling right now, alright? So can I just talk to you real fast?" Santana wondered.
"Fine."
"Quinn, I can handle friendships. I told you that. I also told you that I don't do attachments, but fuck that, because apparently I do. I really like you, Quinn. I don't like anybody as much as I like you, and I never have, and I don't really know what that means, but it's true. And I just... I need you to know that in case if helps whatever you're going through, you know? Ugh. I just... I know that things for you aren't easy but... I really like you and..."
Quinn interrupted Santana's words with a kiss that surprised the Latina incredibly. However, she immediately became absorbed into it and pressed her lips hard against the blonde's.
Quinn pulled away all too quickly. "Santana, I have no idea what I'm feeling. I told you that yesterday. But I know that every time that I am around you, I want to kiss you. That's why I just can't seem to help it. And you give me butterflies, and I like singing with you. So maybe I sort of do know how I'm feeling but... I'm scared."
"I understand."
"Santana..." Quinn's hazel eyes carefully searched the Latina's dark ones. "Ugh." She kissed her again quickly before talking again. "I'm attached to you too, you know. Emotionally. I don't really know how it happened, and I'm scared of it, but when I think about you... it's like magic. I don't know. I sound so stupid right now oh gosh."
"You don't," Santana argued. "Maybe... maybe we can stay like this for a while then? Attached to each other? Maybe attachment isn't such an awful thing?"
"Maybe not," Quinn agreed, her voice slow. "Yeah, I'd like that, Santana. But you've gotta take it slow with me..."
"I can do that," Santana promised, stepping forward and placing a gentle kiss on Quinn's lips. "Here's to attachment?"
"I guess we can just stick to calling it that for a while."
Who knows, maybe one day I'll continue this story. I definitely left it open enough to do so. However, if any of you do want to see me on here, I'm currently working on an Emison story Wash Away Your Fears (which is updating tomorrow) along with a Clexa story Molihua (also updating tomorrow). I'm also about to post a new fanfic from South Of Nowhere on Spashley (wow going back 10 years nbd) tonight, so.
Thank you all again. I hope that you all will stick with my writing *hearts* Thanks for being fab you guys. One last review? :)
