I'm so sorry you guys for the long, LONG time that it took me to post a chapter. I got absolutely horrible writer's block, and then a lot of shit happened in my life. Oh, and the college started haha. But I'm hoping to continue the story now. I don't know how fast the chapters will happen, or how good they will be, but I'll try my best! This chapter isn't the best, so I apologize. But I hope it's alright! :)


March, Junior Year

"What exactly do you mean?" Her voice was filled with utter confusion as they walked into her room after school. Santana was still trying to get over the still in love with you part. It felt like her face was going to be stuck in a permanent state of surprise.

"You know what I mean, Santana. I still an in love with you, and because of these left over feelings, Quinn left." Rachel looked devastated as she paced around the room, she didn't even realize the effect her words had on Santana. She was just worried about Blondie.

"She still loves me." Her voice was barely a whisper, trying to convince herself by repeating it more than anything. She dropped to the bed, her mind running on a million thoughts. Santana had spent all this time thinking that Rachel had moved on like it was nothing, but the truth was that she never got over her. They could be together again. They could finally be together again.

"What the fuck am I going to do?" Rachel mumbled as she finally stopped pacing and sat down next to Santana. Her mind was obviously somewhere else, she was doing the same thing she always did when she was stressed. She always wringed her fingers together while she let her thoughts take her away.

"I'll tell you what we're going to do, Rach." She turned to look at the beautiful bright eyed girl sitting next to her. She planned on saying something intellectual and helpful, but she got lost in those eyes. And those goddamn lips where so enticing that she could barely look away for a minute.

Then it happened. Before she knew it, Santana was doing the one thing she'd been waiting to do for the past four months. She pressed her lips to Rachel's, pushing her body back on the bed and climbing on top of her as if she were a lion capturing its prey. She could feel the hesitation in Rachel's touch, but suddenly it was like a switch had been flipped and her hands were all over Santana's body.

The first thing Santana did was slide her arms underneath Rachel's shirt, slowly slipping it off. She got sight of the girl's black lace bra, which had always been her favorite. She broke off the kiss as she undid the hook of the bra, just to press her lips right after it was thrown across the room. Her hands couldn't help but slide across her naked skin, stopping to grab both breasts. Rachel let out the most beautiful, intoxicating groan that practically sent Santana straight to heaven.

"Rachel?" Suddenly everything stopped when they heard that familiar, cool voice. Rachel quickly broke off their kiss and nearly jumped to the other side of the bed, covering herself quickly. Santana let out a deep sigh, knowing what was coming, and turned to look at the blonde standing in the doorway.

"Quinn," Rachel's voice was soft and broken, she sounded like a lost kid. Santana sank to the floor as she spoke, covering her face in her hands, "Wha—what are you doing here?"

"I...you weren't at your house, so I thought maybe you'd be…here." Quinn's eyes were glued to the floor; she couldn't even look at them. Santana could hear the disgust in her voice.

"Quinn, I'm so…" Rachel started, the springs in the bed squeaked as she crawled forward on the bed as if closing the distance would help the situation.

"Sorry? You're sorry?" Quinn let out a humorless laugh, finally lifting her head to look at Rachel, "Yeah, I'm fucking sure you are sorry, Rachel."

"Quinn." Santana's voice was soft and calm, although her inside was practically on fire with a million different emotions. She lifted her head from her hands to look at the blonde's tear filled eyes.

"Don't even say a word," Quinn's voice broke as she spoke, barely holding it together. She should her head as tears came streaming down, laughing humorlessly again, "I knew it. I fucking knew it. Goodbye, Rachel."

And with that, Quinn was gone, leaving Rachel and Santana sitting in the room. They were both completely speechless. What could they even say after something like that? So they sat in silence for an hour before Rachel put her clothes back on and left without a word.