A/N: Sorry if I scared some of you with my notes last time. I just know there are some diehard Brittana fans out there. The vast majority of you liked the idea of Santana and Leo so I am going to head towards that direction...for now at least. ;) Got to keep you guessing.

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"Hey, Sampson. Wake up." Santana ordered flinging Leo's bedroom door open and stepping up onto the bed. "Come on. Wake up." She began lightly bouncing while she popped a few grapes that were left over from the previous night into her mouth.

Leo groaned, the side of his face pressed against the mattress. "Are you serious?"

Santana moved to bounce closer to him but her light weight was barely enough to move the giant of a man. "I am. It's Monday. Berry's at work. Q is looking for work. And B doesn't get in until tomorrow." She straddled the sleeping man and sat down on his back. "So you are all the entertainment I have. I mean, you don't even have a TV!"

Leo didn't move or even open his eyes. "What time is it?"

Santana pressed her hands to his bare back and leaned forwards to see his alarm clock. "It is a quarter to nine in the morning. Time to wake up." He still didn't move and Santana pouted her lip in boredom, strumming her fingers against him. "Leo…" She cooed in a baby voice. "…wake up…"

She felt the vibrations of his laugh. "That was completely out of character and absolutely adorable."

The Latina blushed and was incredibly thankful he still had not opened his eyes to see just how red she was turning. "Yeah, well, I'm not always the assertive bitch. I do have other sides to my personality."

Leo smiled a sleepy smile. "I like this side."

She couldn't stop herself from smiling at the comment. Leo was indeed different from any guy she had ever been with…hell, any guy she had ever met. Anyone else would be all over her being in their bed like she was at the moment. He seemed more interested in her than sex and for some reason it scared her.

"Are you going back to sleep?" She asked poking his side and his body jerked. Santana froze and a devilish smile reappeared across her lips. She poked him again with the same results and an additional grunt of disapproval. "You're ticklish…" She bit her bottom lip and readied her fingers. 3...2...1... She attacked Leo's sides with a frenzied assault and the man struggled to protect himself.

"Hey! So not cool!" He rolled over, nearly throwing the Latina off of him but she tightened her grip around him with her legs and continued her torture.

"Come on Leo. Time to wake up! I said you needed to entertain me and now you are."

He captured one of her hands but she still tried to twist it out of her massive grip. She couldn't get the upper hand on him. He wasn't Quinn or Rachel. He probably had as much strength in that single hand as she had in her entire body. Finally he caught her second arm and was awarded a reprieve to catch his breath. They stayed there for several minutes; Leo on his back, Santana straddling him, leaning over his chest, her weight being held by his hold on her wrists. It didn't matter how long they stayed there, Santana couldn't seem to catch her breath or slow her pounding heart. She was trying to avoid his eyes but they locked onto each other anyway. Those blue eyes saw through everything, leaving her feeling incredibly vulnerable.

"So how often does this side come out and play?" Leo asked in a hushed voice, finally breaking the long silence.

She couldn't find her words. All of her senses were fixed on the fact she was sliding downward as he loosened his grip on her arms until they had slipped from his fingers and hit the mattress on each side of his head. Her still heaving body pressed against his calmly rising chest. She wasn't even sure if any of the air she was breathing was actually making it to her lungs as her body heat rose and her chest tightened as if she was holding her breath. It was only when his massive hands grazed her sides that she inhaled enough to sense the intake of oxygen in her bloodstream.

*I'm known for running my mouth. I will not be accountable for what comes out. I don't know. I might have said it. I was kinda gone and light-headed.*

Leo dropped his hands from her hips. "That is a very fitting ringtone for you." Santana rolled her eyes and sat up to retrieve her phone from her pocket. She looked at the caller ID and growled.

"This better be good, Q. You have no idea how bad your timing is." Santana looked down to Leo who was rubbing the sleep from his eyes, seemingly still content with her position on top of him.

Why? What's going on?

Santana didn't say anything. She was too busy studying the man below her, his calm disposition, his sureness in his actions, the flexing of his chest muscles... "I think you were right."

There was a pause on the other end of the line. I was right? What was I right about?

Leo brought his arms down from his face to his sides, his hands resting on the sides of her knees. He looked up to her and patiently waited. This was different. He should be impatient, pushing for her to get off the phone so they could continue. But he wasn't. "What did you call for, Q?" Santana's voice was incredibly calm, lost in other thoughts.

"Uh…nothing that can't wait until I get home. I'll save my confusion and the millions of questions spring to mind right now until then as well."

"Sounds good. See you later." She hung up the phone and set it down on the mattress.

"Everything alright with her?"

Santana tucked her hair behind her ears and nodded her head shyly, studying his lips. "So…why are you all of a sudden comfortable with me like this? You've been fighting it for the last few days."

Leo smiled and huffed a bit of a laugh. "I don't feel like you are planning on raping me right now." She scoffed at the bluntness of his comment. "See, it's not always appealing to be so forward. Seriously tough, how much of your life are you like this Santana? The calm Santana?"

She turned her face away from him, a little embarrassed that all the things she had been doing to try and get him were nothing to him. Turn offs if anything. "You like me when I'm boring, huh?"

"I like you when you aren't trying so hard. Though I'm not completely against the in-your-face Santana either?"

"No?" She asked in a teasing voice, looking back down to him.

He shook his head. "I could handle a good balance of the two. You know, that way you aren't just boring. I'm boring enough by myself."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Yeah, you really are. We should really work on that." She began lowering herself back down to the position she was in before Quinn called and nearly killed the mood while he ran his hands up her legs to her hips again, his thumbs grazing the strip of skin between her jeans and her shirt. She dropped her mouth to just inches above his, opening it to crack a joke but thought better of it. She wanted this kiss and he was finally going to give it to her.

*I'm known for running my mouth. I will not be accountable for what comes out. I don't know. I might have said it. I was kinda gone and light-headed.*

"Are you kidding me?" Santana sat back up and clinched her fists in frustration. "I am going to kill whoever that is."

"No you're not." Leo teased calling her bluff. He grabbed her phone that was lying next to him, sighing as he looked at the ID, and handed it to her. "It's your girlfriend." He informed her sitting up, forcing Santana to roll off of him. She watched as he stood up from the bed and threw on a clean shirt before leaving out the bedroom door.

The Latina closed her eyes and ran a hand through her hair as she brought the phone up to her ear. "Hey Baby…Good morning to you too. How did you sleep?"

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One of the greatest things about living in New York City for Quinn was the walking. Without the cheerleading practices of high school she thought she was going to feel lazy like she had when she was pregnant. She thrived off of the physical activity. She felt like she had accomplished something in her own strange little mind. Thankfully, they had pretty much everything you needed within walking distance from their apartment. She and Rachel hadn't even used her car since they got there. There was a fleeting thought of selling it until she remembered they would need it to drive back and forth to Lima.

"Hey, Leo." She greeted as she entered the building.

"Morning. Perfect timing. I just finished fixing the elevator. Care to risk the first journey to the top with me?" Quinn smiled nervously and eyed the ancient looking elevator she had yet to ride. This was their fourth week in New York and the elevator had broken at least one time each week. "If you are going to get stuck, at least you would be stuck in there with the one person who could fix it."

She arched an eyebrow at him. "You haven't fixed it since we've been here."

"I have too. They have all been different problems. Each fixed. But if you would rather take the stairs, by all means." He walked into the elevator and waited, knowing she would join. She rolled her eyes and followed. "So, did you find a job?"

Her hazel eyes followed his hand as he selected the third floor and then the gate as it closed in front of her. "I did, but I don't know if Rachel will let me keep it." He looked down to her with confusion plastered across his face. "It's a witnessing gig at a burger place. I'm not sure she would be too thrilled with me coming home smelling like fried animals."

He laughed at the imagined rant the diva would launch into the first time Quinn tried to hug her after a long day at work. "No other places are hiring?"

"Not near by and paying for the transportation there would defeat the purpose of getting a job to make money. She tensed and grabbed hold of his arm as the elevator jerked roughly.

"It always does that when it passes the second floor." He assured her calmly. She only glared at him coldly. "Well, if she doesn't let you keep it, I can always use a helping hand with the renovations. I'm falling a little behind because of this dinosaur." He pounded his hand on the side of the elevator to Quinn's horror. If it broke because of that, she was going to kill him and worry about getting out later. "Mr. Weston would probably give you the same deal as me. It might be nice to have a few hundred bucks off the rent every month, plus a little cash in your pocket."

They finally reached the third floor and Quinn nearly ran out of the elevator. "What would I have to do exactly?"

"Come on. Let me show you." He waved her down the hallway past her and Rachel's apartment. He pulled out the master key from his pocket and opened the first door. It looked just like any remodeling job. Dry wall dust everywhere. Cans of paint stacked against the wall. Tools laid out over cabinets that hadn't been mounted yet. "We just put the pieces back together again. Like Humpty Dumpty, but with more success than all the king's men. Can you paint? Swing a hammer? Use a scream driver?"

"Those things I can do." Quinn noted as she walked trough the disheveled apartment. She felt strange…eager…creative. It was a blank canvas that she had control over. "I think I could definitely do this."

"Awesome. I would love the help. Let me talk with the boss man and I will let you know what he says. The hours are great…you work whenever you want."

"Always a plus. The company wouldn't be too bad either. At least I know I would get along with my co-workers." Leo laughed. "Speaking of company, you haven't killed Santana and stashed her body in the walls have you?"

"I was tempted." Leo jokingly confessed taking a seat on the stack of paint cans as Quinn investigated every inch of the place with great concentration. "But, no. She's been talking with Brittany on the phone for the last half hour."

"Hmm. Yeah, they have a lot to talk about…" Her voice trailed off as she vanished into the bedroom.

Leo was amused at her interest. "Are you sure social work is where you want to go with school? You seem more interested in the apartment's possibilities than anything else."

"Uh…I don't know. You may have me there. Then again, I have never really known what I wanted to do. When I was looking into colleges," She reappeared dusting her hands off from touching something. "I was looking at location not curriculum."

He stuck out his bottom lip and nodded his head in understanding. "Rachel was all about Julliard and Broadway while you were all about Rachel. That is a very nice fit. So what about Santana and Brittany? Where are they headed off to school at?"

Quinn set her purse down and took a seat across the room from Leo on a pile of wood. "Brittany is staying back in Ohio. Santana is going to Berkeley College in New Jersey, so she is close by. Which is absolutely hilarious to think about, seeing as she started to cry when Rachel and I were leaving Lima."

"She cried…" Leo feigned disbelief. "But New Jersey? Why doesn't she just go to the campus here in New York."

"I think she said the program she wanted was only available there. I think she said she could get the two year degree here, but not the four." Quinn shrugged her shoulders. "But like I said, she's still close enough. Thirty minutes in decent traffic." She joked, knowing there was no such thing.

"Just down the street almost."

"Yep. She could probably even stay here." Quinn waved her hand around the empty apartment. "Right down the hall." She met his eyes to see if she got her point across. He smiled, shaking his head and looking away. "It would definitely make your life much more interesting. More so than Rachel and I do."

Leo sighed and slapped his hands to his knees before standing up. "I don't know if I am ready for that much excitement."

Quinn shrugged her shoulders as she followed him out the door. "I think you are."