Chapter 8: You Were Mine and Ment To Be Mine

Quinn's POV:

"Mmm..." I continued on moaning, feeling the sensation climbing up through my heart and it's burning my throat making me gulp. I need to clench up my throat, I'm thirsty. "Santana, kiss me please... Kiss me more!"

I pulled her nape and let her mouth resume mine. Her wetness clenched me up as I continued to kiss her. And it feels so good.

I can't stop.

I can't let her stop.

She's pulling me closer and I'm craving for her touch.

"Quinn..." My name escaped her mouth. The warmth of her voice touched the edge of my lips.

"Santana..." I called her name, as if I'm calling her to dig further... Dig deeper than anyone else does. I want her to dig me up 'cause I'm letting her do that. I'm dying to let her do her thing.

"Quinn... Wake up..."

She wants me to wake up?

"QUINN!"

I forcedly open my eyes as her voice strucked my eardrum and it tore my whole world apart.

"Wha-what?!" My voice cracked as I tried to call up my sanity. Santana's image formed a blur vision. Clouds still clinged up my eyes and it made me squint once.

"Hey, wake up."

Her voice woke my brain up. Now I know, it's just a dream. It always was.

"Oh yeah, thank you." Thank you for waking me up and making me realize that we can't do that in the real life.

"Your saliva's dripping."

"What?" Eeerrr... I can't speak well. I don't know how to response, too.

"I said..." She grabs a piece of tissue and then carefully wiped away something on my cheeks. "I said I wanna wipe that away from you."

Wait, what? I look at her and then curved my face like I'm doubting her actions. But then she smiled sweetly and looked at my eyes with her whole aura turning into something different.

Something... Attractive.

"Ms. Santana and Ms. Quinn, Mr. Puck's waiting for you inside." A bodyguard opened the limo's door.

"Ok," I resembled myself and without taking my last glance to Santana, I walked out of the limo. My feet touched the ground as I hugged myself with the coldness that stroke my skin. I shook once, followed by another. I tried to rub my palms and produce heat but it's such a nonsense.

"Are you cold?" I heard her voice coming from behind. And without any pause breaks, something hugged my body and warmed me up. "Wish that it can help a bit..."

"It does..." I wrapped her jacket a little tighter. "How about you?"

"Don't mind me." I continued to walk without looking at her. "Are you sad or what?"

"I'm sad..."

With my voice starting to crack against the coldness, I can say that my sadness came over the top. It hurts so much. I can feel myself bleeding. Something strucked my heart and suddenly, I'm all blue.

( Now playing: I Will Be by Avril Lavigne )

Piano tabs echoed the place as I stepped on an empty road.

My eyes wandered and followed the sound. And I stepped once more, my eyes met Santana's. And when her mouth opens, her singing voice started to boom my soul.

***There's nothing I can say to you, nothing I could ever do to make you see,
What you mean to me.

All the pain, the tears I cried, still you never say goodbye,
but now I know, how far you'd go***

She stood up from the ground she's sitting on and then slowly, she walks closer to me...

***I know I let you down, But it's not like that now,
This time I'll never let you go...***

She smiled.

***I Will Be all that you want, and get myself together, 'cause you keep me from faling apart.

All my life, I'll be with you, forever. And get you through the day, and make everything ok.***

Those lyrics... It strucked me the most. She'll be? She'll be what again?

"Hi Quinn." Santana waved at me and that's when I realized that I've been staring at her for a couple of minutes.

"Yeah... Uhm... Ehem... Your voice was great." I continued to walk away while pretending to ignore her performance.

"I saw this orphan playing a piano on the side walk and thought that I should sing something for you. Making you feel better."

"Ok." I stopped when she grabs my arms. "Now what?"

The piano continued to play in a different song. It was followed by guitar strums coming from behind. She continued to sing.

( Now playing: Can't Fight This Feeling by Journey/Glee )

***I can't fight this feeling any longer And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow What started out as friendship has grown stronger I only wish I had the strength to let it show

And even as I wander I'm keeping you in sight You're a candle in the window On a cold, dark winter's night And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might.***

She walks closer to me, smiling so sweetly.

***And I can't fight this feeling anymore I've forgotten what I started fighting for It's time to bring this ship into the shore And throw away the oars Baby I can't fight this feeling anymore.***

She stopped on singing but the background music continued.

I don't know why but something made me turn around and look at Santana.

She grabs my hand with her own. Her hand's shaking brutally and it felt like another ice burning against my fingers.

"Quinn- ugh..."

My eyes met hers as I navigate my sight upward.

***Dug-dug***

Damn. This heartbeats are killing me again. F*ck. I couldn't help but to close my eyes and feel my blood rushing up my head.

"Quinn, I would like to-"

She's going to say it now...

"-to say that I-"

"There you are, Quinn and Santana!" I let a loud gasp as Puck's presence flowed out.

I hurriedly pulled my hands out from Santana and then wipe my loose hairstrands.

"Puck, hey... Ugh.." I'm getting nervous. Hope he didn't saw us... " My love..."

I took a peak at Santana at the corner of my eye. I watch her stood there, empty minded... Hands are still lifted to the mid air from where I left them, undone.

Santana's POV:

"Quinn, I would like to-" Here we go, Santana. It's now or never. I'm going to tell her finally. After 7 chapters of acting as cats and dogs, now's the right time to confess. "-to say that I-"

"There you are, Quinn and Santana!" I was surprised when Puck arrived.

I felt Quinn's hands escaping from mine as she hurriedly slid it off. It's like she don't want to show him what we are doing.

"Puck, hey..." She continued to talk, "Ugh... My love..."

.

.

"My love..." She called Puck with that. She called him her love. He's her love. And worst... I heard it... I heard it. She slapped it on my face...

My heart shuttered and I felt numb. All of this courage that I saved throughout these passed months... All of these words that I tried to contain... All of this... It's all... WASTED... I waited for so long to tell it to her... But...

"Ugh, babe... Let's get inside the headquarters. It's getting cold out here." Puck spread out his arm across Quinn's shoulders and then they chuckled. He turned around saying, "Santana, let's go now."

"Ok. I'll follow."

They continued to walk as I watch them walk away from me. I watch Puck as he managed to kiss Quinn's cheeks. I watch them as they happily chuckle and laugh...

'That should be me...' I gently whisper out of the thin air.

I watch them as their voices hit me... It fades away... Even more... Even more...

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"You've been drinking for about 4 bottles, San." Kurt said, carefully patting my back as I gulped the last drip of the booze I'm drinking.

"Yeah... And I want more." I said while trying to break the bottle.

"No. Enough. We have a taping for tomorrow and you shouldn't get sick!" He continued, snatching away the bottle.

"YEAH, RIGHT! As if you're worried!" I shouted, banging the table in front of me.

I know I'm drunk but I can still feel the pain. The pain that's tearing my whole sanity apart.

Puck threw a small party for the whole crew and I want to enjoy it. Somehow.

"Santana, stop."

Suddenly, I hear her voice, crushing through the whole scene like she always do.

"Get away, I wanna dance..." I don't wanna talk to her for now. Just, not now. I stood up, but I loose my balance a bit. Quinn pulled me before I can hit the ground. I slapped her hands away from me and shouted, "You're none of my f*cking business! Get the hell away from me!" I walk rapidly away from them and then entered the dance floor wherein the guys are dancing.

The whole athmosphere smelled like alcohol and it's driving me nuts. The crowd's gone wild and I merged in. Everything's twirling around me as I move my body to the beat of the song.

I need to shake these whole feelings away from me.

And as I stopped dancing, I noticed that Quinn's walking to the direction of the comfort room.

Something hits me and said that I need to follow her.

As I was starting to analyze myself, I remember, I'm drunk... Yeah... A tipsy heart broken lesbitch...

And now my feet are trying to follow her... Follow her... Follow her...

Quinn's POV:

I rushed through the comfort room.

I let out the tears that I've been storing inside my tear ducts. I should have known. I should have known that she's just playing. She seducing me with those sweet things she's doing.

If she truely loves me, she should have pulled my hands away before Puck can take it. She should have fought for me when Puck held me... She should have.

My warm tears rolled down my cheeks and its wet sensation reminded me how Santana made me feel good.

I looked up to the mirror hanging on the wall of the sink that I'm crying on. I can see my reflection. My pity reflection.

Black colored eyeliner was combined with my transparent tears, creating irrational lines across my face.

"Now, you're crying?"

My heart skipped a beat when Santana's reflection suddenly appeared on the mirror. She looks like drunk.

I need to cover myself. "No. I'm not. I'm trying to wipe my make up out of my face." I wipe my wasted eyeliner.

"Oh- so- How can you explain the sounds that I've been hearing from outside? It's like you're crying..."

"Santana, you're just drunk."

"Did Puck made you cry?!"

"No."

"Then why are you crying?!"

"You said that you're not my business. Now, I'm saying, I'm not your business. Go away." I pushed her away when she tried to walk closer. But she tried to walk even closer, trying to stop the force that I'm exerting. "Get away!"

I can't let her get any closer at me again.

"F*CK THIS SH*T!" She loudly screamed. She suddenly punched the mirror on my side using her own bare hands. The glass shuttered and the sound of it made me cry even more.

"Please... Get away..." I said, mourning.

She curled her body, down the floor, pressing her back against the wall and trying to hide her face.

Total silence.

Nothing but the sound of my heart, beating in anger and agony.

I tried to stop mourning. But I can hear something that's dripping down the floor. I tried to peak at her. I found out that her hand was bleeding so hard.

"Santana, stand up." I walk closer, trying to pull her out from the floor. The floor was covered with shuttered glass. "Hey, you're bleeding."

I don't know why I'm doing this.

She pulled her arms out, "I've been bleeding since I had love you. Have you thought about that?" She chuckled after.

Give me a break.

"C'mon. I know it's just your game of teasing me."

She suddenly stood up, pushing me against the wall with her arms guarding around me.

"Sant- Santana, get away, please." I tried to push her away but then she's pushing me even more against the wall, harder as she gets even closer.

"No. I won't. Not again. Not until you say that you love me, too." Her breath smells like alcohol and I know she's drunk.

"You're just drunk."

"C'MON! JUST TELL ME! I KNOW YOU LOVE ME TOO!"

Her voice strucked my soul and it made me cry even a lot more. Something pinched my heart and I got weaker. I couldn't stand on my own feet. My knees shook as I tried to maintain my balance. My whole body energy was drained. Nothing's left of me.

( Now playing: Weak by Jojo )

And that's when I gave in. I rest my head on her shoulder, crying continuously.

I need someone to lean on. And she's the only one that's here for me. How can I ever get normal when the cause and cure of my own disease is now standing in front of me? She's making me even weaker.

"Sorry... Sorry..." That's all that I can say. My throat's burning and it hurts so much.

"Sorry for what? Does this mean, you don't love me back?" Her voice was a little more calm now. A little more soothing.

Here we go... Breathe Quinn, breathe. Take down your defenses. Take down your pride. She had confessed and now's your turn. You don't want her to get away form you, right?

I sighed in and filled myself with courage, "Sorry because I didn't had the courage to tell you how much I love you." I sighed out.

The heavy feeling inside my heart went the hell away. My whole body felt like a lot more lighter. It felt like I'm flying, with her wings spreading out wide.

My eyes stopped on crying already. Everything had changed.

"Hahaha!" Suddenly, Santana laughed, "I knew it... You love me, too."

Her voice sounds like happy and glowing.

I open my eyes and lifted up my head when she touched my cheeks. My eyes stopped on hers. Some kind of electricity went up my veins as she smiled once more. The whole place was enlightened up with her face.

"Santana-"

"Ssshhh..." She covered my mouth, making me stop. Her face moves closer until she managed to kiss her backhand, still covering my face. "I just love you right now."

When she pulled out, I hold her face and pulled it... Until her lips collided with mine...

I've been stopping myself to do this. Now that I had the chance and the permit, I just want to kiss her.

Warmth... Only warmth and affection. My chest is burning in a good way... I can't help but to kiss her. Kiss her closer...

"You were mine and ment to be mine..." Santana whispered, taking a short pause before we can continue on kissing.

Was this a dream again? Please if it does, don't we wake me up. I wanted this to stay forever...

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(A/N:) Ok that's it for chapter 8. Hope you enjoyed you for reading! Thank you so much for following this story. It means a lot for me. Since no one wants to review and post their ideas for the Quinntana date, I'mma cancel it. But, there's something that I have for you in Chapter 9.