Santana POV

I lift my hand to dry the raindrops falling down my face wetting my skin. There's just something so enthralling about the rain. I've always loved water falling from the sky, it's unique, that's why I like so much New York's weather. Unlike Quinn who hates cold weather and rain.

Since I was a little girl I've always heard people say that you needed to find someone just like you to fall in love, find your complement, but for my part I think quite the opposite.

Where is the fun to find someone just like you? it's simply boring.

Where is that fresh air or interesting thing, the passion?

For me, find someone different, almost completely different, it's what made me fall in love years ago. And with the prettiest girl if I may add. That helped a lot.

Quinn is my opposite. I'm fire and she's ice. If I like black, she likes white. I like dressing casual and comfy, she dress classy. I love rain, she hates it. I'm not good at all with words, she's a genius. I don't like thinking too much about things, she burns her brain thinking. I don't give a shit about what people think about me and she cares a lot. I'm the most immature woman I've ever known, she's mature and responsible. I do things based on impulses, she does things for convenience and safety, analyzing each option. I'm volatile and arrogant -just sometimes- and Quinn is sweet and caring. I like to do spontaneous things, she does everything planned.

And incredibly important, I'm a big spoon, and she's a little spoon.

I think there isn't even one thing in common with her, and I love it, because Quinn complements me. We're like a puzzle that fits prefectly, every piece fits perfectly.

Besides, it makes things a lot more excited.

That's what I think at least.

I keep walking down the streets, seeing people rush to get under some roof to hide from the rain while I keep enjoying it. They may be thinking I'm stupid or something since I'm wearing shorts an a t-shirt, but who cares. I'm still wearing Quinn's clothes so I'm happy, but with Brittany's words achoing in my head.

I feel my phone vibrate inside my pocket and I pulled it out immediately, maybe Quinn texted me back.

A person can dream right?

A smile arrives immediately in my face when I see her name on my screen. Dream came true.

But the smile is quickly replaced with a frown upon reading the message.

-Can you please come over?-

I thought she didn't want to talk with me? Or that she was mad?

Women

Hopefully this distance between us won't last too long. I need to figure out something soon to get her back.

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I knock on the door as I wait for her outside. It's really fucking cold right now, seems like the grades dropped even more. I mean I like the rain and low temperature, but today the air is really fucking chilly.

Luckily after just a few seconds, the door opens revealing my beautiful wife.

"Hey" Quinn greets me with a worried and tired face as she steps aside to let me in. I know that her usual self towards me is always distant, but right now her expression reflects concern.

"Are you okay?" I asked her before entering the apartment and walking straight to that comfy couch we bought together.

"Why are you soaked?" Quinn ignored my question while looking at me, analyzing my whole appearance and then she rolls her eyes, something that is so Quinn "Don't tell me you were walking without an umbrella or jacket" She just knows me that well.

I sit on the couch and she walks over doing the same.

"Something like that" I shrug and she shakes her head.

"Do you want some coffee to warm up?"

She can't be this nice after our small argument, because I do left this apartment a little too angry earlier, and I feel kind of bad now.

"No thank you"

"Then go and changes your clothes Santana, you're going to catch a cold" Quinn gives me a pointed look before standing up and going inside the kitchen, and by the sounds she's making to make some coffee despite my answer.

I reluctant stand up from the couch, because she's right somehow.

She's always right.

I walk inside the master room and quickly start to look for some of her clothes.

Have I mentioned how much I love wearing her clothes? Because I love it.

Once I'm changed again, I walked over Quinn's bed where Bella is fast asleep. She looks so freaking cute with her pink pj and a small smile playing in her lips. I give her a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room. Thank god Bella's cold is gone now, I was kinda scared to be honest.

I walked with my wet clothes straight to the washer that is just outside the kitchen but before entering there, I leaned on the door frame watching Quinn putting coffee on two big cups. She looks flawless doing everything.

"Were you going to put those clothes somewhere?" She asks me without lifting her head.

Does she has eyes on her back or something now?

"Yeah" I stupidly answered before walking inside and putting her wet short and shirt on the washer.

The machine does the work by itself, so Quinn has no right to complain.

"Here" she hands me a cup biting her lip.

Is not a sexy bite, it's her nervous bite.

"Everything alright?" I softly asked her while approaching a little bit. She seems uncomfortable and doubtful, judging by her small fingers buried in the warm cup of coffee and her eyes scanning everywhere in the room I'd say that she does looks nervous.

She wants to tell me something, for sure.

And I get kind of nervous myself.

"Let's go to the couch" There it is.

Quinn turns around and I follow her. We sat on the couch, but entire seconds passed before any of us could say something.

I tentatively lean a little more, wanting to be as close as possible with her. And she doesn't seems to care so I lean a little more and now our thighs are touching.

I take one last sip of coffee before leave the cup on the coffee table. And I turn around my body to face her.

"About what do you want to talk?" I asked Quinn but she remains with her head down. "Quinn?"

Quinn leaves her cup on the small table as well and turns around to looks at me. Her eyes searched mine, looking for something behind, I don't know what though.

"Please don't freak out, and please promise me you won't listen to him. You can't go back to what you used to do Santana" She says in a hurry, and I don't understand anything "We can call the police and maybe-"

"Okay stop there" I grabbed her hands to calm her down. What the hell does she wants to tell me that has her so frightened? "The police? Are you okay? Is Bella okay?"

I sigh when she nods frantically. "Yes, we are" Quinn let go of my hands to put her own hands inside her thighs, something she does often lately "Biff came over a while ago"

What?

"Did you just say Biff?" I must have heard wrong. It's been a while since the last time I heard about that fucking bastard. Of course I heard wrong.

But Quinn nods and my breathing stops altogether.

No fucking way.

A stupid resentment and rage makes me lift my body off the couch. "What did he want?" Quinn stands up as well taking my hand in hers "And how the hell does he knows where we live?"

I might or might not slipped out the 'we'.

"First, calm down" Quinn makes me sit down with her again, and honestly, her thumb rubbing the back of my hand is indeed distracting and calming. "He just said he needed a favor, and I really don't know how he knows but with a lot of money you can do a lot of things. And you know it"

Yes, I know.

"What favor?" I asked impatient.

"He needs your help with something, and if you don't want to help him I need to convince you" She shakes her head like dejected with her words. "That's what he said"

I pulled away Quinn's hands as I re-listen her in my head. I close my eyes as I rub my forehead. Quinn was alone here with Bella, something could have happened to them with that psycho.

"He's dead man" I try to stand up again to go and find him, but before I could even make the attempt to lift my ass off the couch Quinn's hand is on my shoulder, softly pulling me down.

"Could you please calm down" She reasons with me "We can just call the police and sue him" I don't know if that was a question or a statement. "And besides, he said he'll hurt you if you don't help him. We need to go to the police San, please" She says showing fear in her eyes and voice.

"He can't just show up here after months Quinn. Less with the things he did to you"

I mean, really?

"I know" Quinn nods.

"Then why the hell you don't let me go and kick his damn ass again?" I frowned and raised my voice.

"Because I don't want you to get into troubles" Her fragile and soft voice makes me want to wrap her in my arms.

I sigh as I let myself rest on the back of the couch.

She's right, my life is fucked up enough to add another problem.

But I don't care.

"Sorry but I'll go. He'll learn to not come over here and bother you anymore, trust me" I close my eyes as I stretch myself a little.

Biff will not want to ask for another favor with the punches I'll give him, fucking sick asshole. He still thinks he's some sort of God or something apparently, but he's just an useless man.

I lifted up my arms to put it behind my head as I take another deep breathe. Why I'm always full of problems?

I was about to stand up to do what I just said when I feel Quinn's body pressed against mine. With her head on the crook of my neck and hugging me tight with her left arm behind my back, and the other over my waist.

"Please don't" She breathed as her hold around me tightened.

I opened my eyes to see better the sight in front of me. It kinda reminds me of all the times back in New Heaven where I needed to go out late at nights, and Quinn would do the same.

For pure instinct, I hugged her as well. Because the only thing my body really knows how to do right is love Quinn.

On the other hand though, I really need to ask Biff what the hell he wants now.

"I need to talk a few things with him" I murmured against her hair after a while.

"I know, but you can just call him or..." She trailed off "You can go there later with someone else, I don't know. Just stay here okay?"

Her breathe against my neck makes my knees go weak. And really, is tempting and so easy to give in and say 'okay' to whatever she says or want. I just don't think there is someone able to deny Quinn something with those eyes and that voice.

"What kind of favor did he want? He told you?" I changed the topic while my left hand begins to make circles on her shoulder, unconsciously bringing her closer against my body.

"Something involved illegal documents"

Of course he wants that.

I won't help him though, not even in a million years.

Quinn's hands caressing me over my shirt makes me slowly forget about all this rage. Being hugging by her like this feels really great, even more after our argument earlier. It's as if she's trying to make me stay at any cost.

I lifted my hand from her shoulder to her head and start to stroke her soft hair, she nuzzled her nose on my neck making my heart race.

"Promise me you won't go back to do those things" She mumbles before kissing my skin, kissing my neck several times. It feels really good.

It melt my entire soul knowing that she cares this much about me. I know deep down that Quinn loves me, but as always, I need to hear it. It is not enough to assume something, sometimes people need reassurance, to actually hear these kind of things.

I can't think straight with her lips still kissing me though, is really distracting.

I lowered my head to try my luck, and I smoothly reached out, touching her chin and lifting up her so beautiful face.

I'll never understand how can so much perfection fit in just one person.

I meet her hazel eyes and she gives me a small smile, leaning her cheek on my hand and apparently enjoying my touch.

I lean down a little bit more, and I think we both closed our eyes at the same time before feel her hands getting inside my shirt, touching my bare skin.

I'm going to kiss her now.

I touched my nose with hers giving her time to back out, because after all, she was the one who didn't want to know anything about me this morning.

But she doesn't pulls away.

I slowly, extremely slowly touched my lips with hers, capturing her bottom lip in between mine as a welcoming warmth crosses through my body and she let out a gentle sigh. I don't do anything else though, I hold her lip between my own lips for a couple of seconds before pulling slightly away, and kissing her mouth, resting my lips against hers and caressing my way down to her neck with my fingers. I pulled away from her again, looking down at her eyes that remains closed.

Is breathtaking how I can almost see a smile on her face, but not quite seeing anything, just that unforgettable sparkle in her eyes.

I lean down, pecking her lips again, but this time she slightly open her mouth to wrap my bottom lip on her own before pulling away.

I open my eyes and I find her looking at me with a really intense gaze. I lean down yet again to kiss her lips. I give her short and gentle kisses on her inviting lips for minutes. Resting my lips on hers and occasionally, barely touching her lips, which makes Quinn lifts a little more her head to press them properly.

It feels like we're just teasing each other's mouth. Just feeling that so soft and familiar contact.

Quinn however, after a while, wants a little more apparently because she pulls her left arm off my naked torso to grab my face and finally sealing our mouths, this time in a passionate kiss. And I of course kiss her back right away.

I turned around my body a little more for a better angle and she does the same. We kiss like we haven't seen each other's for months. But after everything that has happened, maybe it is like that.

After tasting her sweet tongue long enough, we pulled away. And just for the lack of air, nothing else.

"Maybe this is not a good idea right now" She imply before looking to the side trying to avoid my eyes.

"Maybe, but we both wanted it" I simple said, and suprisingly enough, she smiled.

Quinn rest her head on my chest again hugging me.

"I think we need to talk" She sighs and I slightly laugh, because really, That's what I've been trying to tell her for months "We need to talk now San" Her hands reach under my shirt again with determined movements. "About us" Us.

I smiled with that implication. About time.

"I agree with you" I'm glad she finally decided to start some sort of conversation between us, something that is really necessary. It's necessary clarifies certain things, because I was going crazy with all those words unspoken.

I was just respecting her wish these past few months.

So I guess here we go...

"Let me start first please" I murmured and she nods. "First of all" I know I need to tell her this. No lies, no problems "I met with Brittany today a few hours ago" Her head immediately lifts from my chest and her eyes finds mine. The look she's giving is like suprised and sadness.

Time for a dangerously jealous Quinn?

"Do you keep-"

"No" I cut her before she could even finish that sentence "I really don't know what happened Quinn, that's why I been contacting Brittany ever since that night, because I'm sure she has something to do with what happened"

This isn't a comfortable topic to be talking about but it needs to be done.

The sooner the better

"I think she did something, you know, because the last person I saw that night was her. After that I don't remember anything" Quinn frowns, and damn she looks cute.

She looks up at me with an even more remarkable frown. "Do you think she... did something to you?" Quinn asked me reluctant.

I shrugh, because I really don't know but is highly possible "The only thing I know for sure, is that I didn't have sex with her" I said risking this semi-calm atmosphere that seems to be in the air.

I won't tell her about the 'Puck thing' just yet, I would rather spend this time talking about us, besides I still need to confirm that information. You can't trust in Brittany.

I take a breathe to organize my thoughts while I look at her, she seems to be doing the same.

"Well I did find you naked with her in our bed, how do you want me to believe you?" Quinn snapped. Why is she so against what I say all the time?

"You are trusting in her word and not mine, Quinn"

"I'm trusting in what I saw, Santana" She answers rather upset imitating my tone, with a hint of hurt behind those eyes.

Understandable.

I grabbed her both hands and she looked at me again "I just need you to trust me right now babe"

I know is hard to believe what I'm saying, but is the fucking truth.

She pulled away her hands however, and stands up.

"Do you saw her today?" Quinn asked weakly.

"Yeah" I stand up as well walking to her side.

"What for?"

"To ask what the hell happened that night, again" What else?

"And?" Quinn questioned hopefully waiting for something. Something good, obviously.

I'll have to break that hope though.

"She just say that we slept together and-"

"So she is sure about you two sleeping together but you don't?" The incredulously in her voice makes me believe that she isn't buying what I'm telling her.

"Well yeah, that's what she keeps saying. It doesn't mean it's true though"

"Then why are you so sure it didn't happen? I found you and Brittany naked, and she does say you fucked her" Quinn tells me exasperated "All the facts proves you wrong Santana, sadly so"

Well I'm telling the truth, why the hell no one believes me.

I know I had a bad reputation with girls, but she's different for me. I chaged years ago for her, not because I was forced but because I wanted to. I wanted just one girl with me. She's still the one that I want.

"She had already lied to me before, and she's lying now" I walked closer to her and I take her hand in mine, just because I need any type of contact with her to go on with this conversation "Please just give me time to prove it babe. I love you, I'm crazy in love with you Quinn, I would never cheat on you" I finished with trembling voice.

Surprisingly, she support her both hands on my chest. Everytime Quinn touches me or attempt to touch me is because she isn't that mad anymore. That's good.

"I really want to believe you" Quinn whispered, with her eyes lost somewhere "Is just that... it's really hard trust in your word after what I saw that night" I know it is.

"I know" I simple said.

Quinn lifted her head looking at me deeply, it even gives me goosebumps the intensity of her gaze. In a really good and exciting way "After what happened last night something changed, for me at least" She says nervously before sighing, a tired sigh "I just know that I miss you and..." She doesn't have idea how comforting is hearing her saying that. "I don't know, I guess I need time to put all my thoughts together for now"

"You can have all the time you want princess" I happily tell her with a big smile that she hardly return.

The last thing I can do is give her time. I need time to figure out how to find out the truth as well, and that way, maybe things could go back to how they were before.

I really hope so.

"But having sex with you, and kissing you..." Quinn begins with a tone that I don't like at all "It confuses me even more Santana, maybe we shouldn't do it until things are clear again" Why is she thinking about that as a bad thing? "I mean, we should be friends first, I don't know" She doesn't even sound convincing with her own words.

"What are you trying to say Quinn?"

She pulled away her hands from me and turns around her head, "I don't know"

I don't know? Those three simple words could easily break my heart again, but I think I had enough of broken heart already.

"You don't know what you want now? That includes me? How you can not know what you want?!" I asked loud and desperate but it makes her eyes returns to mine.

Aside of let her friends manipulate her, that's another of Quinn's big problems, she can easily change her mind.

"Do you?" She challenged me "Santana after all this mess, after all those sick theories about what really happened on our wedding night, I don't know what is right or not anymore" She says exalted "Half of my friends say bad things about you and the other half say otherwise. My head will explode at any time" Quinn's hand lifted up to put some hair behind her ear before looking my way "I don't want to make bad decisions again, I need time. And..." I shake my head before swallowing an ironic laugh, we are not going anywhere again.

She looks to the side again with her eyes full of hurt "Fuck, I don't know Santana" Quinn whispered confused and with her eyes shining. "I feel so..." So what... ? I arched my eyebrows, her voice cracks and she doesn't finish her sentence.

Don't tell me she's about to cry, not right now please. My chest tightened immediately at the sight, even more if this sadness is because of me.

Should I be relief or not that she didn't say anything?

How does she feel? She feels so ...?

I don't even want to know all the things she must be thinking right now. So much information and headache for this stressful day, is enough.

I was about to walk towards her and wrap her body in my arms when the doorbell rang.

"Hey little sis' are you in there?"

Franny

Just great.