Here's your nerd!Santana and bubbly!Quinn one shot, all because of an anon request and just because it's mainstream. :bd

Oh, and I might write another similar one-shot. :)) Keep your requests coming. :)


"Baby, dance with me," my girlfriend says loud enough for me to hear her voice over the loud club music.

I bite my lip and shake my head. "I can't dance," I scream back.

"Yes, you can. You just don't want to."

"I'm just saving myself, no, both of us, from humiliation. And I'll clarify my earlier statement; I can't dance well."

"Please, baby. For me?" She gives me a hopeful look, which I reject with another shake of my head.

Quinn huffs, crosses her arms, and sits next to me. "Fine. I'm never going to dance for you, then."

I hate it when she pouts.

"Aw. Come on, Quinn." I wrap an arm around her which she pushes away.

"Nah. I get it, Santana. You'll always be a stereotypical, nerdy killjoy."

"Hey!" Now, it's my time to pout.

"What? It's true. You can't even dance for me." She pouts even deeper.

"For your information, nerds are not killjoys. It just so happens that our own form and idea of entertainment is, to a certain extent, distant from the one other people, whom you would identify as average, would depict." I fix my glasses that just slipped down the bridge of my nose while I was talking.

Quinn narrows her eyes at me. I scowl as she mutters, "What a nerd."

I look away and utter, "Well, it's not my fault that you were attracted to a worthless, killjoy, homosexual nerd. I shouldn't be held responsible for your circumstance in which you don't have a boyfriend to dance with."

I hear Quinn sigh and feel her arms finding their way around my waist. "Hey. You're not worthless."

I scoff. "Yeah, right. Look, Q. I really would want to dance with you and I don't even care if that will make me embarrass myself in front of other people. I just don't want to embarrass you. I think it's just about time I stop ruining your life. You've already took enough slushies for me back at school. If it weren't for me, you'd still have your flawless reputation. I mean, look at you. You're exceedingly attractive, exceptionally shrewd, unbelievably compassionate, and just… perfect. Now, look at me. I'm a nerdy, gay nobody. Nobody cares if I get straight A's. Nobody cares if I can speak five languages fluently. Nobody cares if I have the periodic table memorized. I can't use all of those against my daily dose of slushie facials. I… I'm sorry for rambling."

Before Quinn can say something, I groan, stand up, and grab Quinn's arm.

"What are you doing?"

"You said wanted to dance."

"And you said you didn't want to."

I don't answer until we're already on the dance floor and I've already guided Quinn's hands to my neck. "For you," I smile and shrug.

Quinn smiles back at me before resting her forehead against mine. "I… I love you, you dork."

I stick my tongue out and whisper, "I love you, too, nutcase."

As Quinn and I start to look like idiots slow dancing to a rap remix, I sigh and get lost in thought.

I unintentionally utter the words that have been running through my mind from the day Quinn first kissed me until right at this very moment where I'm in her arms.

"Why me?"

Quinn gives me a confused look. "Huh?"

I swallow and brace myself for whatever she's going to answer me.

"Why me?" I repeat. "Why did you choose me? Why did you fall in love with me, among all people? Why did you settle for me when you can have anyone you want? Why… Just why me?"

Quinn giggles before half-yelling back at me. "Do we really have to talk about this on the dance floor?"

I grin, hoping it would hide my disappointment, and shake my head.

"I didn't settle, Santana," she suddenly screams. "You're the one I want. I love every single thing about you, especially your being nerdy. I love how your glasses slip down the bridge of your nose every second. I love how you make me drown in your deep, unfamiliar words. I love how you wince whenever you hear people say things that are, as you would say, grammatically incorrect. I love how you smile in appreciation whenever I laugh at your nerdy jokes, even when you know that I laugh at almost everything. I love how you randomly say geeky things out of the blue. Your weirdness is just too cute. Most of all, I love you because you love me."

She inhales deeply before continuing, "I love the way you're always proud of me. Even when I act like a child around a lot of people and sometimes I get too cheerful, you never get ashamed of me. I love the way you look up at me. You always show me how perfect I am in your eyes, even when I'm not. I love how you think you're the luckiest person on earth because I'm yours. I love how you love me so much that you came with me here, even if I know you hate crowdy, noisy places. No one could ever love me the way you do, Santana, and I want to spend each day of my life loving you back at least half as much as you love me."

I smirk as I yell, "Who knew someone so cheerful could ever be so dramatic?"

"I don't know, but I think nobody could guess that someone so good in academics could be just as good in bed." She winks at me, making me blush like crazy.

"Quinn!" I warn her.

"What? It's true!" She sticks out her tongue before resuming, "Besides, can't I show everyone how proud I am to have the most amazing girlfriend in the whole, wide universe?"

I wrinkle my nose and bite my lip. "You know, being the most awesome girlfriend in the whole universe isn't that special. Theories say we live in a multiverse, not a universe."

Quinn rolls her eyes and gives me a peck on the lips. "Shut up and stop ruining how I express my love for you, you geek." I smile as she leans in and pulls me into a mind-blowing kiss.

I wouldn't be surprised if this girl would be able to kiss my geek soul away, not that I even mind.


And I have a one-shot on the TMBA duet coming up. :bd