A/N: Hey loves! Sorry for the extra day till the update, had a bit of writers block but worked through it today and finished this chapter :) It's a little shorter than the other ones but hopefully it's fine. I hope you guys like it...

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Chapter 10

Quinn's eyelids fluttered slightly as she came to. She forced her eyes open and saw that she was staring up at her ceiling. She was laying in her bed. When did she get here? What's going on?

She sat up slowly, and groaned as she propped herself up against the backboard of her bed. Then she froze when she saw Santana look up at her from Quinn's desk. "Oh. You're awake."

And suddenly Quinn remembered. She was leaving school, and Santana came up and wanted to talk, and she kissed her and then... had she fainted? Holy crap, the last time I fainted was... I can't even remember... The Fabrays had a history of fainting due to surprising things.

"Are you feeling okay?" Santana asked her softly, worry coming through in her voice. "I didn't take you to the hospital, because I know that when we were younger you fainted a couple times and it was never a big deal."

"Yeah, I'm fine," Quinn answered, shaking her head slightly. What was she supposed to say right now. "You just... you really surprised me, to say the least."

Santana looked at the ground, hinting a smile on her lips. "Yeah, sorry."

"Don't be," Quinn answered in a very soft voice. Santana looked back up at her a smiled, but neither of them said anything. C'mon, Quinn, say something about it. "Um, how long was I out?"

"Only for about any hour. I drove you home in your car, hope you don't mind that," Santana muttered.

"Thanks," Quinn thanked her. "You did exactly what I would've wanted you to do."

A smile appeared on the Latina's gorgeous face, and Quinn couldn't not say anything anymore.

"I'm sorry," she blurted. Santana looked at her quizzically, but Quinn knew that she knew what she meant. "I'm sorry that I didn't let you talk on Friday, and I'm sorry I avoided you all day. I was just… I didn't…"

"Hey," Santana interrupted, "don't apologize. I didn't say everything clearly on Friday, I was so damn nervous. And then as soon as I said it and I saw your face, I just knew that it came out wrong. I know that you were probably with Rachel all weekend crying or something, I was with Brittany crying. Because I'd screwed everything up."

Quinn narrowed her eyes.

"But I'm going to tell you everything clearly now," Santana told her matter-of-factly. Quinn looked back up at her and a small smile appeared on her face.

"Okay."

"I've had this scary, obsessive, insane crush on you since eighth grade, Quinn, and I was so scared of it. I told myself I was crazy and to stop and that it was not normal. I told myself that you liked guys, 'cause hey, it looked like you did, especially when you got pregnant with Puck. So I tried to be straight. I dated guys, I had boy drama… but I still had this little crush on you.

"So I decided that I needed to take some space from you. I'd already become really close with Brittany, so I decided I'd just spend more time with her. You were already being distant, so I figured it wasn't a big deal. And I talked to Brittany a lot about everything, and she told me that I should try to deal with my feelings instead of pushing them away.

"And then I got moved to your English class and I was like, this is perfect! But then you got mad at me about Britt and I didn't know what to do and shit got crazy inside my head. When I first found you in the Choir Room, I wasn't really going to ask Mr. Shue a question, I was looking for you. And you were there. And you came up with that genius plan of one little bit a day, and I realized that this was even more perfect.

"In my head, I was 100% sure that there was no way you liked me, so by the time I was going to tell you my secret, I was extremely depressed. I didn't know how to say it, but I knew that no matter what, you'd be freaked out and grossed out and you'd hate me. And when you stood up and you left I was positive that it was my worst nightmares come true," Santana took a deep breath.

"You stood up, and then there was this little, sweaty piece of paper in my hands. Then you were gone, and I heard you crying already. I was crying too, and I looked down at the paper and read three smeared little words and I got really confused. If you liked me, then what was the problem?

"I went over my words in my head over and over again, and I realized the one little mistake I made. You were already jealous of Brittany, and I told you that she had made me accept that I liked one girl. I sure sounded like I was talking about Brittany. I was so mad at myself, Q… I still am mad at myself. I just… I hope you know that," Santana finished, her voice quiet.

Quinn took that all in, the dull ache in her chest disappearing suddenly. Instead, she felt a small warmth. Santana liked her. Santana likes me. "Don't be mad at yourself, S."

Santana blinked, and a small tear rolled down her cheek. It broke Quinn's heart. "O-okay."

"C'mere," Quinn whispered, scooting over and patting the spot on the bed next to her. Santana cautiously stood up and sat down next to Quinn, who expertly wiped the tear from the Latina's cheek. "Don't be mad at yourself, okay?"

"Okay," Santana answered, her voice still sounding small. She leaned into Quinn's hand, which was still on her cheek, and Quinn smiled, lowering it slowly.

What comes next?

"What do we do now?" Santana asked suddenly, meeting Quinn's eyes. The blonde chuckled, and Santana joined in until they were both laughing, any sign of tears gone by now. When they quieted, Santana blushed suddenly, lowering her gaze briefly before bringing it up to meet Quinn's hazel eyes. "Quinn... will you... will you go on a date with me?"

Damn. Quinn's breath caught in her throat as she opened her mouth to answer. Of course, she would say yes, but she honestly had not expected that.

Then Quinn's door opened suddenly, and Santana jumped up as both girls looked at the door. Rachel stood there, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. "Oh, um, sorry. The front door was unlocked."

"I..." Santana looked at Quinn. "I'll text you, okay?"

Quinn smiled and nodded. As Santana made her way around Rachel, Quinn called, "S!" Santana turned and gave her a quizzical look. "Yes."

Santana bit her lip to hold back a huge smile, which was mostly visible anyway, and then rushed out. Quinn sighed happily, relaxing against her pillow. Rachel slowly came and down next to her. "What was all that?"

Quinn was beaming. "It turns out, everything on Friday was a huge misunderstanding. She... she actually... she likes me. She asked me on a date."

"Quinn you're blushing," Rachel teased, smiling at her. Quinn felt herself flush even darker red.

"Can you blame me?" she asked. Rachel giggled and shook her head.

"I guess not."

Quinn sighed again, her smile still wide. "Rach, I owe you so much for the weekend and for today. I don't even know how to repay you."

"That's what friends are for, Quinn," Rachel told her softly. Quinn smiled at her and noticed that she was carrying a bag that Quinn hadn't noticed yet.

"What's in the bag?" she asked curiously, pulling her legs up so that she was sitting with her legs crossed.

Rachel rolled her eyes playfully, "Food, what else?"

Rachel stayed for a couple hours hanging out with Quinn, mostly listening to the blonde about how excited she was. When Rachel left, though, Quinn took out her phone and saw that Santana had texted her only a few minutes before.

From Santana-Hey... c:

Quinn felt herself already blushing and she shook her head at how weird she was acting.

To Santana-Hi. (:

From Santana-How was hanging with man hands?

To Santana-Hah, it was fun.

From Santana-Cool...

Quinn was about to type out a response, but another text came through.

From Santana-So, you do want to go on a date with me?

Quinn was smiling like a lunatic at her phone by now.

To Santana-Duh!

From Santana-When?

To Santana-You asked me, that's your job. I'm free whenever.

Quinn literally stared at her phone as she waited for Santana to text something back to her.

From Santana-Friday?

To Santana-Works!

From Santana-K... ugh I'm horrible at dates and shit.

Quinn rolled her eyes.

To Santana-Poor you(; You asked me, bitch, no backing out now!

From Santana-As if.

Quinn bit her bottom lip to keep her smile from taking over her face and the rest of the room.

To Santana-Aw Santana Lopez has a soft side!

From Santana-I swear to god I'm not above homicide.

To Santana-You're above Quinn-icide, though.

From Santana-I hate you.

To Santana-Sure you do. See you at Cheerios tomorrow!

From Santana-Yeah, see you. Xx

Xx. Those are kisses right? Quinn was blushing like crazy as she set down her phone and took a deep breath. Things finally felt right, and she finally felt happy. She just hoped that it would last.

Yo! Lol. I hope you guys liked this chapter, and I hope it worked well. Honestly, not sure how good it was, so reviews would be appreciated.

Today was talking to my little sis who is an avid Quinntana fanfic reader. She doesn't read this story, but I was like blabbing about my writer's block problem and she's mostly just listening and eventually I just say "Well I can't just have Santana ask Quinn to go out on a date with her." and then I like had a lightbulb moment and my face lit up and I go "Ooooooooh!" My sis was laughin at me. :( XD

I actually don't have much to say here (surprise) except my mom made awesome macaroni earlier and I can't stop craving it now. I thought eating food was supposed to satiate cravings -.- whateves.

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