A/N: If you'd like. May I suggest listening to Amy Winehouse's "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow" - Santana's song, and Kimbra's "Withdraw" Live Studio Session - Quinn's song. These songs are for the night before this chapter. (I plan on eventually releasing a Fanmix for this)


I felt the bed dip behind me and shift around under my still and sedated body; becoming abruptly pulled out of my contentedly dreamy state. My burning eyes felt glued shut and heavier than they usually did when I would first awaken. As I gradually managed to peel them open, careful of the amount of light I allowed to penetrate, I realized, there was no light. It was still completely dark within the room, darker than it was before I had fallen asleep in the first place.

What the hell?

I felt a loud and tremendous yawn escape from myself as I became more aware of my own body. I lifted my head minutely off of the pillow and looked over at the clock next to the bed. I struggled to read what looked like 4:12 a.m. from the only light-source within the room. What the flying fuck? Wait a minute, Quinn. Why the hell is she awake so early? I know she's a morning person …but damn.

I pulled myself up and leaned my back against the pillows behind me before turning my head to search for Quinn; my eyes still adjusting to the blackness that surrounded me. I reached my hand out to where she had been laying and snuggling up against me. It was still warm, but empty; the blanket had been pulled back and the previously sleeping blonde was now missing. As my eyes continued to adjust, her shadowy figure began to focus in. She was sitting hunched over off the edge of her side of the bed, facing the wall away from me. I saw the silky back of her white chemise leading up to shoulder straps that ran over creamy skin; and haphazard blonde hair.

She looks like an angel that lost its wings...

"Q… babe, it's like five in the morning, come back to bed," I spoke sweetly in a low and soft tone as I rubbed at my eyes and let out another yawn; more than ready to go back to sleep. I am so not a morning person. Doesn't she know that by now?

I watched her from behind and waited for some kind of reaction, any reaction, but she remained perfectly still. She wasn't moving, she wasn't speaking… she wasn't doing anything. Seriously, why the hell is she awake so fucking early, and why isn't she answering me?

Then it clicked.

Oh god.

Please, please don't be regretting this Quinn.

I need you; please don't do this to me.

Don't pull away.

My heart can't take any more of this yo-yoing.

"Q…" I softly proposed another opportunity for her to answer me, but she continued sitting there lifelessly on the edge of the bed. She was so near, yet so far away. I wondered if I would ever be able to reach her, really reach her. What the hell? Everything seemed more than perfect before we fell asleep together last night. It was almost too good to be true… Of course it is.

I pulled myself across her half of the bed, cautiously approaching her. I felt like I was moving in slow motion; I was afraid of startling her; afraid of what I might find once I reached her. I don't want answers if it means that this lump in my throat is going to expand any further. She could tell me that she doesn't want this, any of this, whatever the fuck this is. My heart needs to stop burning and aching like this, it hurts like a motherfucker. How is it that you do this to me? God damn it Quinn…

I swallowed in attempt to hold back the lump in my throat after I got close enough to feel the body heat radiating off of her back.

"Q…" I tried again, and after no reply, I let out a deep sigh of frustration and sunk my face into the bunched up blanket to the right of me before grumbling something incoherent into the down material that still smelled of fabric softener.

You said I'm the last person you'd ever want to hurt.

So why is it that you hurt me so easily?

Hold your shit together, don't overreact... I'm going to get her to respond to me. I just need to be gentle about this and not get upset with her. I can do that. Well, I can at least try. Why is it that she has the ability to unravel my composure so effortlessly? No-one should be allowed to do this to anyone, it's fucked up and it's painful. My heart began aching painfully against the confinements of my chest.

I forcefully exhaled and pulled myself back up so that I was directly behind her. I decided to wrap my completely exposed legs around her limp body, before I reached my arms around her waist and intertwined my fingers, resting my hands against her abdomen and pulling myself up against her back. I rested my chin on her right shoulder and took another deep breath. Before I could even speak, she had placed her hands over mine and leaned backwards into my embrace. She swallowed and closed her eyes before she let out a long drawn-out sigh.

Well, hello… welcome back.

Where the fuck were you just now?

"You wanna tell me what's wrong?" I whispered and held my chest in place for a moment after I spoke, stilling my breath, reluctant to the idea of a response. This is so going to end badly… fuck. I asked for this. I've been too naive about this whole thing. I should have known she wasn't ready for this. My entire body felt like I had just awoken from the alarming sensation of falling, my heart rate and nerves kicked into overdrive.

Seriously, no one should be able to smell this fucking good.

Alright, that's really not helping any right now.

"I… I had another nightmare," she mumbled hesitantly, and I could feel her heart begin to beat irregularly against me. Her breathing became heavy and laborious after she finally spoke. I wrapped my legs around her even tighter and squeezed the beautiful blonde in my arms before placing an open mouthed kiss to the side of her neck, and breathing against it. She quivered in my arms and squeezed my hands in her grasp.

This wasn't just any nightmare. Something was wrong. She needed me desperately, she needed me now, in this moment, she just didn't know how to come out and say it. It seems the harder she makes it for me to love her, the more she needs it. This wasn't her retreating, this wasn't her pulling away, and this wasn't her regretting. The aching in my chest subsided in realization.

I'm sorry I doubted you, my angel.

"You're safe Q, I've got you, I promise I won't let go," I whispered against her before trailing down her neck with my lips, stopping at her collar bone and placing a fleeting kiss before speaking again. "Do you wanna tell me about it?"

She nodded longer than necessary and I could feel her taking a deep breath in my arms, her abs expanding and contracting several times against my palms. She was reluctant to speak.

"They've b-been recurring since… y-you know. Um, s-since-"

She wavered on her words as she struggled to get them out. Hearing her speak like this showed me just how much this must have really bothered her. She had always been good at hiding things, especially her emotions. She never let anyone see her quite this vulnerable, if at all. Yet here she was, completely naked before me; in the figurative sense of the word. She was bearing her soul to me, instilling complete trust that I wouldn't hurt her while her guard was down.

"-Saturday?" I couldn't bear to listen to her suffering any longer, so I cut her off and finished for her, in attempt to alleviate some of her pain. She speedily nodded after I spoke and I tightened my grip around her at the admission. I could feel her palms beginning to sweat over mine and she seemed warmer than she was just moments ago. I could feel her heart steadily pounding against me and her body tense up as I held her in place. It was nearly breaking me to see her like this; to feel her like this.

"Shit," She began shuddering in my arms repeatedly. That was when I noticed that she had begun crying; quiet, gentle sobs. "Babe…"

"I-I'm so sorry," She managed inaudibly under her breath and began shaking her head as the tears came streaming down her cheeks. I pulled my right hand out from her vice-like grip and began gently wiping her hot tears away with the back of my curled fingers, before running them across her shaking lips, languidly; lingering over them after tracing out the contours. I retracted my hand to its previous location over her abdomen; tucking it back underneath her hand. I felt my heart breaking, with every quiver, and with every broken sob. Her pain had somehow become my pain. I vowed to myself right then and there that I would never allow myself to ever be the cause of her pain, even if it meant that I had to suffer in her place. Oh, fuck it all, I know its cliché, but, I'd die for you Blondie…

How could anyone ever hurt you?

I really should have killed that guy…

"Oh, god," She breathed through her dwindling sobs as she tilted her head over her left shoulder, turning away from me. Her current thoughts and mood seemed to be shifting, as if she was in the process of putting her walls back up. "I-I wish that I c-could tell you-"

"-Q, I'm right here, you can talk to me, alright?" I nudged her with my chin after speaking as my own body became taut from the current weight she was bearing. Quinn shook her head furiously in reply.

"I-I can't," She huffed in protest innocently, as if she had no control over her hindrance.

Oh, hell no.

You're telling me. If I have to rip these walls down with my bare hands, you're letting me in.

"Yes you can," I choked out, prodding her to answer me. She took a deep breath, causing her shoulders to rise and fall back into place, before she nodded reluctantly.

"Promise me," She managed to get out. I nodded in response over her shoulder. "You won't run away, and you won't panic after I tell you," She managed to gain some composure in her words and turned her head towards me. I lifted my head up off her shoulder so that I could take a stark look at her.

Her hair was a disheveled mess; the area surrounding her eyes reddened and puffy from her tears; her eyes themselves appeared as dark as the night, her eyelids occasionally twitching. Her bottom lip quivered and she bit it in restraint as she searched me nervously for an answer. As much as it pained me to think about what she could possibly say to have either of the aforementioned effects on me, I hesitantly nodded. I said I'd suffer in her place if I had to, and I meant it.

I really would die for you, just, please don't be the one to kill me...

"I-If I'm really going to do this, I need you to just listen. No speaking, and no distracting looks." She stated sternly and shot me a serious expression.

"…and preferably don't hate me," she mumbled under her breath in amendment, glancing towards the floor as she did so.

"I… I can do that," I swallowed thickly after I spoke and tried to contain the fear that was beginning to wash over me. It's too late to back out now. Is it too late to go take out a life insurance policy? I seriously wish I had written a will…

Dear Quinn, to you, I leave my lifeless imperfect heart.

Quinn pulled my hands away from her stomach and set them down on the bed beside us. She then placed her hands on the inner thigh of my legs and applied pressure, gesturing for me to remove them from her. She was trying to stand up. I unwrapped my restraining legs from around the blonde and set them on either side of her off the edge of the bed, and with that, she pulled herself onto her feet. She stood there for a moment in front of me before turning around on her heel. She eyed me curiously and nodded to herself in thought. Almost as if she were reassuring herself that she could do this.

Before I even realized what was happening, I felt her lunge herself onto my body. She was now straddling my thighs on the edge of the bed, this time; her legs were wrapped around me. I was forced to reach my arms back and lean up on my palms to keep myself from flying back onto the bed. I immediately had to fight the instinctive urge to roll my hips up into her. The new and abrupt position had almost instantaneously sent a wet heat shooting down between my legs.

Fuck me; I hope to god she can't feel that… On second thought, she probably can...

When she settled on top of me, her chemise had ridden up to her waist, and our most intimate centers were now pressed up hard against each other; two sheer lines of material now all that separated us. I had to control the primal sigh that I hadn't realized was beginning to escape me. I'm pretty sure this wasn't what she was intending.

How am I supposed to focus now?

So. Fucking. Hot.

I can do this…

"Oh, fuck," She moaned under her breath as she unconsciously rocked her hips into me. "That's really distracting…" She added and rolled her eyes back as she pulled herself slightly up; relieving some of the contact that was clearly beginning to cloud both of our minds.

Yup, she can definitely feel that…

"Santana," She mouthed my name inaudibly before closing her eyes and shaking her head in front of me.

"I've never felt this way before… not with anyone. You make everything that I've ever felt before, feel wrong, and frankly, it's terrifying." She spoke in an implicating tone before opening her eyes and searching my dazed expression. She appeared composed and relaxed now, ready to risk everything and completely expose herself before me.

I began to open my mouth in reply, but just as I did so she reached her right index finger up to my lips and mouthed shhhh. I had almost forgotten that she wanted me to just listen. She released her finger from my lips and wrapped both of her hands around the back of my neck; looking devotedly into my eyes as she did so. I swallowed hard once I realized this was going in the complete opposite direction I had originally thought it was.

She's afraid she's going to scare me away…

"I-I feel like I've been mourning the death of everything I've always thought I wanted, what I needed… and all that's left is you," She looked away from me and down at the bed as she raised her eyebrows with wide eyes. "I didn't know it was possible to feel this way," Her words faltered at the end and she glanced into my eyes for reassurance before returning her gaze back to the bed.

"You planted a seed in my heart that night, two months ago… and it's blossomed, Santana. I didn't want to feel this way about you. I hated it. But no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't shake it; and now, I've realized… that I don't want to fight it anymore." She spoke dejectedly with a shaky voice.

Holy shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

I'm going to need a fucking ambulance.

I stayed silent. I was blissfully shocked and intoxicated by the weight of her words. Could it be that she feels this just as much as I do? I felt my palms begin to quake from behind me. I was becoming weak and wouldn't be able to hold myself up much longer. Her words had sent a spark into my heart and it quickly ignited into an uncontrollable flame that began to catch fire across my entire body. I closed my eyes as my breath faltered low in my chest. Just breathe…

"In my nightmare, I'm with him, and I can't escape… and do you want to know what the worst part of it is? All I can think about is you; you're all that I see, all that I feel… but it's not real. I become helpless, because no matter how hard I try and make you somehow appear, you don't… and I die inside. I know the context of the dream, but I think it's symbolic of my feelings for you. That's what makes it so frightening," I felt her body shaking on top of me after she finished and she let out an embittered sigh.

"I wish it had been you, all of it," She breathed regretfully. "Every… experience," She added as I felt her nails digging into the back of my neck.

Oh my God.

I felt like my arms were going to give out from behind me at any moment now. I opened my eyes in order to take in the girl's expression as I continued to remain silent, unsure if it was alright to speak yet. Regardless, I was unable to conjure up any words; I didn't have the strength to speak. Any words I could think of were caught in my throat and couldn't escape. She was looking down at the small gap between our legs. She looked solemn, and I noticed a silent tear falling down her left cheek. She licked at her lips and shook her head nervously. It looked like she was internally scolding herself for revealing so much to me. Her expression read… Quinn Fabray, I hate you.

"Quinn," I sighed without even realizing her name had escaped me. She cautiously tilted her head up and gave me a curious look with a hesitant quirked brow. As if she was afraid I was about to walk out on her; afraid that I would leave her in my bed, vulnerable and alone. Making her worst fears become a reality. I peered fervently into her fearful eyes and saw just how broken she had really become. She was perfect, and she had her perfect little life all planned out, but I was her exception to the rule.

This is all because of me.

I'm the reason she's like this.

I need to fix this.

She needs to know that it's okay.

I can't believe I'm about to do this...

But, this isn't just about me anymore.

"I… I," I stumbled over the complexity of those three simple words as I whispered them under my own struggling breath. "I love you."

I felt a frigid numbness creep up on me after I freed those chained words.

How can such three simple words feel like they carry the weight of the world?

There they were… released out into the void of darkness that surrounded us. With those words, I released my hopes to take away all of her pain, fears, and doubt. I felt a sense of relief swim through me and smiled at her like the fool in love that I am.

Quinn's eyes fluttered widely, a delicate and lazy half-smile began developing; a look of realization and pleasant shock swooping across her entire face. She looked as if she didn't believe me, as if she thought this was all just a dream.

"W-what…?" Quinn swallowed her question heavily and blinked as if I wasn't really here. She appeared on the verge of heaven with the possibilities my words had instilled in her mind. If she was an angel who had lost her wings, my words now had the power to send her flying, once again.

"I love you, Quinn," I restated, my voice trembling as I spoke. "I-I'm hopelessly, and completely in love with you."

"I thought… but… I -I couldn't… believe," She managed her scattered words and leaned forward, softly pressing her forehead against mine as another stray tear tumbled down her cheek. She shuddered on top of me.

"Please, say it again." She hushed, her lips hovering over mine and imploring me; her watery eyes melting me and begging mirthfully for more.

"I love you," With each new admission the words seemed to flow out smoother and more fluently than before. It should always be this easy.

She looked stunned for a moment before she inaudibly mouthed what sounded like this can't be real.

Not a moment later, her lips came crashing into mine in a wave of pure ecstasy and enchantment. I hummed a low whimper against her tender lips. They pleaded with mine, expressing her intentions, her emotions, and her unspoken love for me. Each sweet kiss, every slow and deliberate movement, set my skin on fire. It sent my heart a flutter, and a dull ache into the pit of my stomach. The now very tangible wet heat had returned between my legs with a vengeance; along with a new throbbing and a desperate need for contact. I needed to feel her everywhere, in the same way that I need oxygen to breathe.

I felt her hands begin to trail down from the back of my neck to the sides of my shirt as she began to loosely tug up at the material. Her lips pulled away from mine almost apologetically, and she admired me intensely as she reached an arm up under my shirt, effectively supporting my weight and pulling me into her.

Now relieved of having to support my own weight, I released my tired arms from the bed behind me. In perfect and unspoken synchronicity, I lifted my arms and tilted my head as she removed my shirt in one swift pull. She carelessly tossed the shirt onto the floor behind her, adding to the scattered clothing that had previously been discarded there from just hours before. I reached one of my arms up under her chemise; we were now balancing and pressing into one another at the edge of the bed. I pulled at the back of her dress before she released her arms, allowing me to remove it, leaving both of us both completely exposed before each other; the only exception being our underwear. Although, that wasn't an issue a few minutes ago, so I doubt it would be now. I didn't have the strength to break our current contact; I needed her, and I needed her now.

From the lecherous look in her eyes I could tell that she needed me too.

How is this possible?

Two months.

It's been two months since I've seen you, two months since I've slept with you… as a friend.

And now, I'm going to make love to you… the way lovers do.

With one arm wrapped around my back, and the other wound tightly around my neck, she arched her back and rolled her hips desperately forward against me for the first time; it was beautiful, in that moment she was the definition of beauty. I spread my legs out wider underneath her, allowing the contact to sink lower and deepen as she jutted forward into me for a second time. She ground down into me and sent a breathy moan of pleasure ripping through my lungs.

"Quinn," I tempestuously cried out her name as she developed a slow and steady pace; I began to meet her with my own rhythmically matching movements. I felt ethereally close to her, she entranced and enveloped me with each and every thrust, taking me on a psychedelic pleasure journey to a land far, far away; her land. I was lost entirely in everything Quinn, she surrounded me. I wanted this, I needed this. I was completely hers, mind, body, and soul.

"T-tell me again, s-say my name Santana," She whimpered feverishly through her fluid motion. Her eyes fluttering closed as she arched her back and continuously plunged her weight into my center. I could feel just how wet she was for me; our moist warmth rapidly becoming one through the material that separated us. "…t-tell me you love me."

"I love you, Quinn Fabray," I murmured through the thick haze coming over me, I was becoming lightheaded; seeing the blonde's world through kaleidoscope eyes. "Only you…" I drawled in a whisper before moaning her name in pleasure several times as the pressure began deliciously building up lower and lower.

"Then," She managed to cry out, looking into my soul with her weary but amorous hazel eyes; her body quivering lustfully on top of me as she ground down into me. "Make love to me, until the sun comes up…" She husked her voice this time, almost demanding me. A low and primal moan resonated deep in her throat before escaping from her needy lips. A cold white heat began coursing through my entire body, heightening my senses.

Oh my God.

She said she never felt this way about anyone before me; which meant that she had never been made love to before, not really. God help me if I could deny her this… if I could deny myself this.

I pulled myself closer to her as I continued to roll my hips up into her wetness. Fuck, did I want her. My trembling lips found the pulse point on her neck and I sucked it hard, gaining another beautiful and perfect moan from the blonde. That sound had to be the greatest thing I had ever heard. I trailed up the center of her neck and bit gently into her jaw before finding her sultry lips and claiming them as my own. I wanted to mark her as mine, eternally…

With my left arm wrapped around her back, I worked my hand up her spine, earning a shiver from the blonde before I found the base of her hairline, scraping my nails against her scalp as I seized a handful of silky blonde sex-hair. I freed my right hand from her back, scratching lightly against her skin and causing her to twitch under my touch before I palmed the outer curve of her right breast; circling her nipple with the pad of my thumb. So sexy…

The sounds escaping from her mouth were muffled against my own. I parted her lips with my tongue before entering her mouth with the pink muscle, expertly working hers with my own as she hummed my name into my own mouth. I committed the taste of her lips and her entire mouth to my memory. Each individual flick of her tongue and thrust from her hips sang I love you in accord with the other.

I could feel her getting closer as the friction began to increase. We moved in perfect harmony, Quinn rocking her hips into me just as I pressed mine hard up into her, never breaking contact. I could feel her begin to pant and lose herself against me; her heart racing through her breast and pulsating into my hand. She was getting close, and so was I. I could feel the tight knot sinking lower into my stomach, getting inevitably closer to the edge.

I removed my hand from her breast and began ghosting my touch affectionately over the purple and yellow bruise at her side. I took special care of it delicately within my grasp, which caused the blonde to whimper softly into my mouth. I trailed my nails down her abs before I found the hem of her underwear; running the tips of my fingers across it teasingly before flattening my palm against her, and finally dipping my fingers down underneath it, into hot, damp, and swollen folds.

I could feel my fingers press against my own center as I circled her clit in sync with our now erratic motion. I flexed and ran my index finger against the length of her center before sinking it back down, and thrusting it up into her fluttering walls. I curled and massaged her before sliding a second finger into the dampened pool. Quinn writhed on top of me and screamed into my mouth; I left her lips open and deprived as I trailed my mouth along her jawline, before sucking against her neck; teasing her and circling with my tongue as I marked her. I wanted to ruin her for anyone else.

My fingers rhythmically impaled her as her hips rapidly jutted forward, deepening my thrusts. I slammed harder and deeper inside her as I felt her walls begin to tighten and flex around my fingers; pulling me even further inside her as I picked up the pace. With that, I found the perfect spot that caused her to writhe uncontrollably on top of me. She came hard, her orgasm rippling through her every muscle. Waves of ecstasy and unrestrained passion came soaring through me as Quinn rode haphazardly on my fingers.

"S-santana... oh, FUCK!" She screamed recklessly as she pulled herself flush against me, breasts up against mine, and our every curve molding together perfectly; digging her nails hard against my back. "I-I lov-o-oh, GOD…"

I cried out a slew of expletives and returned my lips to hers in desperate need as my own orgasm came crashing through me; sent over the edge from the sound of the blonde's impassioned words. She was breaking me; devastatingly shattering my sanity. She rode out her orgasm as I came hard against her. My hand flexing against both of us, fingers still inside Quinn's now quivering walls as I rubbed the heel of my hand furiously against her clit and ground up into her. My head tingled feverishly and my eyes continuously fluttered between open and closed as I fought to see her through the white noise. It was truly an out of body experience. Her hot breath and attentive lips slowly brought me down from heaven and back to earth. She was my angel of the morning.

"I love you," I breathed against her mouth as we trembled up against each other, gasping for air, and crashing down from the high. Quinn's lips curled up in an unadulterated smile as we attempted to hold each other in place.

I pulled my hand up from her slick folds, garnering an aftershock from the blonde before I trailed my glistening fingers up her torso and massaged her right breast. I lowered myself back onto the bed, sliding back in the process as I pulled her down on top of me. She laid there, her smitten heart thudding heavily against my chest. We laid together in a blissful silence, heart to heart. No words could express what either of us had just experienced. Quinn had never been made love to before, and for me; it felt brand new, like my first time all over again. I wouldn't ever compare her to the girl whose name I wouldn't even dare think of right now. It wouldn't be fair, and Quinn is something entirely different that I still can't quite understand.

This was Quinn, and she had just given herself to me, completely. She's mine; Quinn Fabray wants to be mine…

What did I do to deserve you?

I pulled the warm blanket up over us and closed my eyes as I thought to myself how lucky I truly am.

"Santana," Quinn mumbled her breath into my right ear as she felt me drifting away. "The sun hasn't dawned on us, yet…"

Oh fuck.

…and just as those beautiful words left her hungry and angelic lips, I flipped her over onto the center of the bed.

We started back up all over again, neglecting the continuity of sleep entirely. Flying off to the heavens and crashing back down several times before that golden light ever broke the horizon.


Our completely naked sex-drenched bodies were intertwined underneath the sheets; losing all comprehension of who was who, and what was what. The sun-kissed light had just begun gracing the apartment with its presence. I watched the light as it crawled its way up the walls towards the ceiling. Quinn lay awake in my arms, her head pressed firmly into my neck similar to the way it had been the night before; her hot breath was steady against my tan skin. She was all I could taste, all I could smell, all I could see, all I could hear, and all I could feel; she had enraptured all of my senses. At some point during the morning I had lost myself to her completely, and I didn't want to be found anytime soon. This love feels so infinitely pure, a passion that now burns in my heart immortally, even though eventually my body will perish. It feels like it could burn as long as the oldest known star in the universe, and even after its death, it would leave behind its stellar remains.

Damn you Quinn.

What the fuck did you do to me?

You've turned me, Santana 'Snix' Lopez, into an overly sentimental mushy poet.

This is so not fair…


"How do you think Rachel would react if she walked in on us right now?" It was just a thought, but it came out nonetheless. I felt Quinn giggle up against me, she didn't reply, her whole body just convulsed with hysterics at the thought.

"What? I think we might give her a heart attack or something…" I drawled and rolled my eyes at Quinn before I began chuckling right along with her.

"Sounds about right," She quipped before nudging my neck and sucking on my skin, proceeding to nibble into the same location after she finished. She simultaneously ran her thigh up between my legs and pressed it firmly up against my center.

"Fuck me," I moaned at the contact as she continued her ministrations on my neck.

"Mmmm …so needy," She hummed into my skin. "I'd love to, but I'm too sore and weak to do that anymore," She teased before she peeled herself away from me and sat up on the bed, revealing the entirety of her glistening porcelain skin, and entangled messy hair.

Fuck.

That is such a good look on you...

"I suppose we she should take a shower before Rachel really does find us like this," She grumbled as she took note of my appearance and checked herself to find a similar presentation.

"I like it," I mumbled lowly under my breath as I eyed her breasts; returning my gaze to her eyes as I smirked at her. "…and what do you mean, we? Are you suggesting-" She leaned forward over my body, placing an arm on each side of me before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss that expressed her newfound devotion to me. She retracted her lips and licked at them seductively before she sat back up, her hazel eyes trailing over my sheet-cloaked silhouette.

"Maybe tomorrow morning," She shrugged abashedly as she ran her hand through her chaotic blonde hair. "I'm not sure I can trust myself not to fuck you in there, so it just doesn't seem like the greatest idea right now," She stated casually. "Counter-productive, don't you think?"

Holy shit Quinn.

She smiled at me playfully before pouting and setting foot off of her side of the bed. I pulled myself back against the bedpost, letting the sheet fall to my waist as I sat up with my arms at my sides.

"I'll shower first?" She shuffled through her luggage as she pulled out several articles of clothing. She turned her head to see my response and her eyes widened at what she saw. She licked her lips and blushed shyly as she pulled my shirt up off the floor and threw it at me. "You should cover those up if I'm going to actually make it to the shower before Rachel wakes up."

"Oh, really," I gave her a cocky smirk and wiggled my brows before sticking my tongue out at her and pulling the shirt up over my head.

"Thanks," She mumbled in relief as she found her chemise and put it on.

I watched her as she gathered her things, including one of her over the shoulder bags. I was captivated by just watching her be; her smile, her hair, the way she unintentionally moved her body with attitude, similar to the way she once strutted the halls of McKinley by my side. Everything about her caused my heart to beat wildly inside my chest.

I never saw this coming. Fate has a funny way of deciding your future for you. Not that I'm complaining…

She walked towards the curtain and pulled it back before stopping in her tracks and turning to shoot me a full grin and love-stuck eyes, a state of blissful euphoria in her expression. She still didn't believe this was really happening.

"Say it again,"

"I love you," It fell from my lips without effort or restraint; I mouthed it several times as I drew hearts in the air with my fingers continuously as the blonde disappeared from behind the curtain.

I'm never letting you go…

That would just be fucking stupid.

I'd also probably die if I were ever foolish enough to lose you.


A/N: Wow! Thank you for all of the love and support from the last chapter. You guys are truly unbelievable. Such wonderful reviews and PM's. Please keep it up! I really appreciate it. :X Hope you enjoyed this chapter!