Thank you all so very much for all the lovely reviews on my last update! Sorry it's taken me a bit, but I finally got it finished. This chapter does contain some very adult content and warrants an M rating by all means, so please be aware of this, yada, yada, obligatory warning. Anyways, read, review, and hopefully enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it!

"Quinn, I'm home."

The grocery bags and car keys swished and clanged together loudly as Santana entered the front door and headed for the kitchen, setting the things in her hands down quickly on the counter and wiggling her fingers free as she pulled off her sunglasses. She looked around the darkened kitchen and furrowed her brow as she saw no sign of her roommate, Santana crossing her arms and heading for the stairs as she called out again.

"Quinn? Quinn, you here?" she hollered up the stairs as she began to climb, bouncing up them one by one and reaching the second floor as she headed for Quinn's room, "I got pasta noodles and that spaghetti sauce you like, I figured we could try and make that chicken thing we saw on T.V." Santana looked at Quinn's door as she finally reached it, muffled noises coming from the other side as she listened.

"Quinnie Lou Who, are you lost in wonderland again? What's your problem lady, why are you ignori-" Santana stopped abruptly mid-sentence as she halted in place and froze, a loud moan echoing out into the air from the other side of the door and causing Santana's breath to hitch as her eyes widened. She didn't speak or move or even breathe as she strained her ears to listen out, a few following pants letting her know she had heard correctly.

Stunned and baffled Santana quietly tip toed towards the door as she pressed her hands on the frame and leaned her ear in close, trying her best to hear if Quinn had a partner or was flying solo. A few more groans and gasps continued to escape from within the room but Santana heard nothing to suggest Quinn had a visitor, Santana stepping away from the door and exhaling finally.

She was surprised to say the least as she heard another groan slip under Quinn's door, Santana realizing what was happening was completely normal but shocked that someone as prim and proper as Quinn would let loose that loudly. She knew she needed to leave, to step away from the situation and give Quinn the privacy she was entitled to but as she tried to move her feet she realized they were beginning to do the opposite, the brunette watching in heightened alarm as they moved towards the door and her hand for the knob. She didn't know why her reflexes were acting against her and she tried her best to control them but her curiosity took over as she gripped the knob and slowly turned it, pushing open the door and letting her eyes fall between the crack of it as she peered in.

The sight that met Santana's eyes was one that the brunette knew she would never, ever be able to forget, her brown eyes glued to the figure on the bed as her own body shook. Quinn was laying on top of her covers completely naked and exposed, her back arched, legs spread, breasts bouncing over her bra and body shaking as she stroked herself delicately, her thin dress hiked up around her bucking hips and clinging to the sweaty skin of her thighs as her legs rest wide open while they quivered. The top of her dress was un-buttoned and bra pushed down as one hand clawed at the sensitive flesh of her perky breasts, her nails pinching her hardened nipples roughly as they left red streaks behind. Her other hand had disappeared deep between her thighs as her thumb massaged and flicked her swollen clit, her other fingers easing in and out of her slit slowly as they reached for her spot. Her blonde hair was matted as it lay sprawled out on her pillow while her skin glistened with sweat, Quinn's eyes closed and mouth opened as another sultry whimper left it.

Santana let her eyes travel up and down Quinn's trembling frame as she took in the blonde's body, watching hypnotized as the blonde's breasts rose and fell with every gasp she made. Wandering down the dip in her ribcage and over her smooth stomach that glinted with sweat Santana stopped her gaze between Quinn's legs and watched hungrily as the blonde's fingers disappeared deeper and deeper inside of herself as they glistened, every thrust they made making Quinn shudder as she sped up their pace.

Santana had been trying to hold back her own moans but the sight of Quinn's thumb fondling her clit rapidly as her fingers slipped in knuckle deep between the pink flesh of her slit caused such a stir between her legs that her teeth unclenched her bottom lip and released a low growl, Quinn's head bolting up and meeting Santana's eyes as she stared. Frozen and petrified Santana tried to think of what to say as she fumbled with her mouth for words, her chest tightening and stomach flipping as she parted her lips.

"Quinn-shit-"

"San…mmmSan," Quinn whined as she continued pleasuring herself on the bed, the brunette's presence not seeming to have affected her and catching Santana completely off guard, "I want you, oh God I want you so much..." Quinn had now begun plunging her fingers in and out of her faster as her body began writhing around her sheets, her squeals and cries growing louder as she began rolling her hips.

"Quinn-"

"I need you Santana, God I need you so badly," Quinn was whimpering as her body began to buck against her fingers and rise up off the bed, her green eyes connecting with Santana's as she pleaded with her, "Please San…I can't take much more, Santana please…"

"Quinn…"

"Santana…Santana…"

"Quinn…"

"Santana!"

Bolting upright in her bed Santana gasped loudly as she grabbed her chest with her hand, her head spinning around in confusion as she tried to figure out what was going on.

"Santana, you ok? Santana?" Looking over to her doorway and finally exhaling Santana's eyes were able to make out the figure that belonged to the voice, Quinn's frame now becoming more visible in the darkness as she stepped forward, "San…"

"I'm fine, I'm-I'm fine," Santana panted as she blinked her eyes and rubbed her knuckle into them, trying to make sure she was awake as she squinted, "I just had this weird…just…"

"Bad dream?" Quinn asked as she made her way to Santana's bed and sat on the edge, crossing her arms and smiling sleepily as she listened.

"Uh-mm-yeah, yeah something like that," Santana grunted in frustration as she shook her head, the image of a naked, writhing Quinn still embedded in her mind as she tried to focus on the real, fully clothed one, "What about you, what are you doing here? Are you ok?"

"Yeah, sorry just-the power went out and-"

"The powers out?" Santana asked clueless as she furrowed her brow, noticing the clock on her side table was out and frowning, "Hell did that happen?"

"Probably when the storm started."

"Its storming?" Santana asked as she look towards her window, sure enough seeing rain beating against the pane as the wind blew the trees over outside, "I'll be damned."

"Some dream you must have been having," Quinn chuckled, Santana blushing furiously and thanking God for the darkness as she shifted under her blanket.

"Yeah, ha, right," the brunette mumbled, the area between her legs still throbbing intensely as she tried to ignore it, "So are you ok or…"

"Oh, yeah, yeah I just um, I just…" Quinn trailed off as she bit her bottom lip in embarrassment, her fingers intertwining awkwardly as she thought of what to say, "I'm just not a big fan of storms. They terrify me, actually, and uh…"

"You? Afraid of something? Well that's a first," Santana teased, Quinn swatting at her through the darkness as she squirmed.

"I just-I always hated them as a kid and it hasn't really gotten any better, ok? Don't make fun," Quinn defended as she scoffed, "Anyways I didn't know if you were still awake and maybe wanted to, I don't know, hang out or something?"

"Oh, oh yeah! Sure, yeah, of course," Santana fumbled as she got up from her bed, smiling to herself a little as she ran a hand through her hair. For the first time in…ever, actually, Quinn needed her for something, was actually dependent on her, the shift in their friendship one Santana was enjoying more than she probably should as she adjusted.

"We can uh...play a game or-wow how very middle school of me," Santana rambled as she turned around and reached down for her bedside table, fumbling through it for a candle or flashlight to see as she continued to talk to Quinn, "Or, if you wanna get real crazy, we can find those old, sticky cards and play goldfish! Yeah, awesome." Santana finally found the old flashlight and flicked it on while turning around, the light from it falling on Quinn and causing her to stop mid sentence at the sight. Quinn was on her bed, body fully stretched out and relaxing peacefully in her barely there pajama shorts and tank top, the image too reminiscent of her dream and causing Santana to choke on her sentence.

"Oh-here, you meant-my bed, here…"

"Well, I just figured its already all cozy and warm," Quinn smiled as she pushed the covers down with her feet and proceeded to crawl underneath them, her arms stretching behind her head and resting against the backboard as she snuggled down, "Besides, why go all the way downstairs when we can just rest here?" It took Santana a moment to register everything happening as she gripped the flashlight firmly in her hand, Quinn smiling at her sweetly as she waited for the brunette to speak.

"San…"

"Yeah, sure, sounds good," Santana finally coughed as she flashed her light away, "Works for me." She plopped back down on her side of the bed as Quinn watched her in amusement, Santana's awkward movements entertaining the blonde as she bit back her laughter.

"Nice pj's by the way," she offered sweetly as she ran her finger nails up Santana thigh and pointed to the cats covering her shorts, Santana cursing her decision to wear such a stupid pair of bottoms as she blushed, "Kittens, very cute." Santana chuckled as she ignored the tingle caused by Quinn's skin on hers and glued her eyes to her hands, staring at them as if they were the most interesting things ever as she tried to silence the screaming in her head and think of something to say.

"So uh, whatcha wanna do?" Santana asked as she forced herself to finally look Quinn's way.

"Mmm, how about the cards? Hold on, lemme see the light," Quinn mumbled as she reached for the flashlight, snatching it away and beginning to scan the room as Santana scoffed, "What?"

"Rude, I was using that," Santana whined as she reached over and yanked it back, smiling proudly at Quinn's face as she stuck her tongue out, "Sucker."

"Hey! Now who's being rude!" Quinn squealed as she reached over Santana, her hand flailing as it tried to grab the device but was blocked by the brunette, "San!"

"I don't know who you think you are but this is not happening," Santana shook as she leaned away, Quinn's hand now playfully clawing at her at her stomach as it reached out, "Give up Fabray, its embarrassing."

"Give it back! Hey!" Quinn giggled as Santana leaned back onto her, the blonde now pushed down into the covers as Santana laid her full weight on top, "Stop!"

"Like I don't know who you think you are, coming into my house, my bed, and trying to take over my stuff," Santana teased as she pretended to be appalled, her body still resting on top of Quinn's as she wiggled around, "You know how I feel about my stuff Fabray, I get territorial and pee everywhere." The two continued to wriggle and wrestle around under the sheets until their legs had become tangled and arms intertwined, the flashlight having been kicked to the floor and discarded as the two focused on beating the other.

"You're just…the worst!" Santana grunted as she pushed Quinn's arm away from her face and tried her best to pin her legs, the blonde stronger than she looked and able to hold her own as she kicked squirmed, "God Fabray, you lift in your spare time?"

"No, you're just pathetic!" Quinn laughed as she ran her fingers along Santana neck and began to tickle the brunette, gaining the upper hand and pushing the other girl over as she climbed on top and sat on her stomach, "You underestimated me!" Santana squealed and retracted her hands from Quinn's body as she moved them to her neck and tried to peel the blonde's fingers off of her, her stomach aching from laughing so much as she tried to catch her breath.

"Ok! Ok! You win, Jesus you win!" she declared as she put her hands up in defeat, "Just stop, please, it's killing me!"

"Admit you lost," Quinn demanded as she wiggled her fingers and let them hover over Santana.

"Yeah I lost, but only because you cheated."

"Wrong," Quinn sung out as she drove her nails back into the crook of Santana's neck and watched as she flailed, Santana gasping for air and nodding her head as she whimpered.

"Ok, you won! You won, you won!"

"Because I'm the best?" Quinn asked as she arched her brow, Santana nodding her head and agreeing furiously as she smacked Quinn's hands away.

"Yes, yes! Because you're the best, of course!" Santana gave in, finally able to catch her breath and sighing deeply as she watched Quinn smile.

"That's my girl," Quinn cooed as she placed her hands on each side of Santana's, pushing her cheeks together and making kissy noises as Santana scoffed.

"Stop that, stop, you're ridiculous," Santana whined as she swatted at Quinn, suddenly becoming very aware of their positions and losing her focus as she swallowed.

"Aw, are you upset because I beat you?" Quinn asked as she placed her hands on her hips, Santana suddenly wishing they were on her body again as she blinked, "What can I say, I don't lose well."

"Apparently," Santana breathed as her eyes wandered from Quinn's smile to her clavicles, watching as the smooth skin stretched across her collar bone and wanting nothing more than to taste it.

The two of them stayed still for a few minutes longer as they caught their breath and chuckled, Santana's heart pounding so loudly she knew Quinn could hear it. The blonde however seemed more preoccupied with twirling the ribbon on Santana's bottom's that she didn't hear the quiver in the brunette's breathing, a million thoughts filling Santana's head as she tried to sort through them.

Here Quinn was, in between her sheets, on top of her body, giggling and teasing her as if it was nothing, as if it was an everyday regular event, the fact that she was straddling her 'friend' after a 'friendly' wrestling match seeming as some sort of normal occurrence. Santana watched Quinn continue to toy with her bottoms and started thinking about their relationship and how they had always been and always were, noting that even when they first met they hadn't always been normal. There had always been something else, something more, the fact now blatantly obvious as Quinn's finger's traced patterns against her skin.

Santana had just begun wondering if it had just been her or of Quinn had felt the same as well, clips of cheer camp and sleepover's all flooding back. She had come back home for her, chosen to live with her, Quinn's actions making Santana question the motive now. Because what friends did this? What friends acted like this and played like this, Santana now realizing that she'd been acting just as flirty as well. She didn't understand what it meant or what she was supposed to do with it but Santana knew she liked the way Quinn's body felt against hers at the moment, deciding to shove all of her worries aside and figure it out as she rested her hands on Quinn's knees.

"Well, at least I'm not afraid of a little water," Santana teased as she raised her eyebrows, her realization about herself helping her get a grip on the situation as she found her ability to be bold. She wanted to see, just needed to know if it was all in her head or if the fluttering, sputtering mess she was feeling in her gut was real, Quinn opening her mouth widely and gasping a little as Santana's newfound tone caught her off guard.

"Mean! Mean, mean, mean!" she squealed as she put her hands on Santana's shoulders and nudged them, "And here I thought you were being supportive."

"Uh, clearly I am," Santana said flatly as she motioned to their position, Quinn snorting a little as Santana rolled her eyes, "And anyways I don't think you were scared."

"No?" Quinn asked as she crossed her arms over her chest, the movement pushing her breasts up and making Santana's thoughts scatter a little.

"Nope, not at all," Santana stated confidently as she nodded and tested the waters, Quinn scrunching her face as she waited for an explanation, "I think you just wanted an excuse to be in my presence is all. Think that someone may be just a little bit obsessed with me."

"Oh really? You do?" Quinn asked as she arched her brow, leaning her face down a bit and licking her lips as she spoke, "And what makes you so sure of this?"

"I mean come on Quinn, it's a bit obvious," Santana murmured as she leaned up towards the other girl and motioned to their bodies, Quinn looking down as pursing her lips as Santana snickered, "You just can't get enough."

"How so?" Quinn asked teasingly as she squinted her eyes, Santana thinking of how to answer as she shrugged.

"Come on baby girl, look at all you've done to be with me, helping me with stuff, moving in, needing to snuggle me when you're scared," Santana smiled as she tilted her head, pushing herself up and now resting her weight on her hands as she inched closer to Quinn, "It's so obvious that it's a bit ridiculous." Quinn forced herself to laugh but deep down her insides had turned to mush, her body feeling weak and fragile as she threw her hands up.

"You got me, you so got me," she played along as she nodded her head, unsure if Santana was playing or being serious as she smiled, "So what then? What happens now?" Santana hadn't exactly prepared this far in advance and could only shrug as she looked around, nervously wiggling her toes and tapping her fingers against the sheets as she thought.

"Only one thing I can think of," she said lowly as ran her tongue over her lips, the feel of Quinn's breath on them making her own hitch.

"And that is…" Quinn trailed off as her nose grazed against Santana's, her urge to tug the brunette into her and bite down on her bottom lip almost too much. Santana's body was on fire as her forehead leaned against Quinn's, the moment they'd both been waiting for presenting itself abruptly. She knew this was it, the prime freakin' opportunity to admit how she felt and confess that something was totally going on between them, Santana trying to move her lips but nothing coming out. She was terrified and a little nauseas at the thought of what Quinn might do if she acted on her gut, all the convincing she had just done slipping away slowly as she spoke.

"To make you my bitch, duh." Quinn was completely caught off guard by the comment and it took her a moment to react as she realized Santana had gone back to merely joking with her, shaking her head and smacking her hands loudly against the skin of the other girl's shoulders as she pushed the brunette down. She didn't know what she had honestly expected her to say and she cursed herself for being so ridiculous, falling back into her playful mode as she forced out a laugh.

"Santana!"

"I'm kidding Q, I'm kidding!" Santana defended as she placed her own hands on top of Quinn's, gripping them tightly and squeezing them lightly as she wiggled around, "You know I don't mean that."

"Well I don't believe you!" Quinn smiled painfully, watching as Santana's fingers rubbed her own and growing agitated.

"Oh come on, get real," Santana said as she narrowed her eyes, "You know I don't think of you like that."

"Yeah?" Quinn asked a little more annoyed than she meant, "Then how do you think of me?" Santana didn't reply right away as she lay beneath Quinn, her mind going blank and tongue numb as she looked away.

"You know, you're my Quinnie," she whispered, "My…" Quinn bit her lip as she watched Santana fumble around with words, her lips moving but nothing coming out as she thought. She wanted her to say something, say anything really, realizing though that the silence proved Santana was just as unsure as she was.

"And you're my Tana," Quinn finally spoke as she eased the situation over and saved Santana from herself, taking her finger and gingerly poking the brunette's nose as she rolled off.

The two of them lay together side by side, neither knowing what it was that had just happened but positively sure it had changed things. For Quinn it was realizing the girl next to her felt something for her and for Santana it was just realizing she felt something at all, that same old gnawing pang of guilt emerging again as she swallowed hard.

"I think it stopped raining," Quinn whispered softly as she shifted her eyes towards Santana, pushing herself up to rest on her elbows as she smiled politely, "Guess I'll head back to my own bed."

"Yeah, yeah ok," Santana nodded as she smiled back, waving her fingers as she watched Quinn climb off her bed and head for the door, "Night Quinn."

"Night San," Quinn smiled as she pulled the door to, closing it softly and slumping against it as she cursed herself.

"So yeah, what do you guys think?"

Blaine and Kurt could only stare in shock as they finished listening to Santana recap her previous night with Quinn, neither boy having been aware of what was happening but totally in awe as they shook their head.

"I mean, I just-I don't even-"

"I think the phrase you're looking for is holy shit," Kurt interrupted as he placed his hand over Blaine's, setting down his coffee and leaning across the table as he whispered, "Why didn't you tell me until now something was going on with you and Quinn?"

"Nothing is going on-"

"Bullshit."

"Ok, nothing was going on with Quinn," Santana corrected as she put her hands up, "But after these past few weeks I'm pretty sure that…God, I don't even know."

"Well, first things first," Blaine chimed in, setting his drink down as well and growing serious as he looked at Santana, "Before thinking about Quinn or how she feels or whatever, how do you feel? I mean, do you like her?"

"This isn't high school, Blaine."

"This isn't complicated, San," Blaine shot back, Kurt raising his eyebrows and resuming sipping his drink as he let the two of them talk, "I mean you either do or you don't, and from all the worrying you've been doing I'd say you feel something. Not sure what, but it's a something."

"I mean, yeah, I-I guess," Santana answered weakly, "Not that I guess, I know, I know I feel something for her."

"Haven't you always?" Kurt mumbled into his drink as he shifted his eyes away, Santana glaring at him and leaning in as she cleared her throat.

"What was that Hummel?"

"Nothing, nothing, didn't say a thing," Kurt answered as he turned his head, Santana looking over at Blaine as she arched her brow.

"I think what Kurt means is that there's always been a sort of…connection with you guys. I mean you've always had this feisty sort of push and pull."

"Well, yeah, but that's just because we're, you know…"

"Madly in love?"

"Go, go away," Blaine snapped at Kurt as he motioned for him to leave, Kurt smirking to himself and giving up as he stood from his chair, "Go get another coffee, go eat a bagel, just go."

"Fine, fine fine fine," Kurt nodded as he twirled around, "But Santana you need to realize that if there really wasn't something going on we wouldn't be here right now. You wouldn't be asking us for advice and freaking out."

"I'm not freaking out!"

"Aren't you?"

"Kurt!"

"I'm gone." The two watched as the smaller boy skipped away and disappeared into the crowd, Blaine turning back to Santana and raising his brows as he clicked his tongue.

"He has a point."

"Shut up."

"I'm just saying."

"You're worse than him."

"Oh come on," Blaine smiled as he tilted his head, "Santana it's ok, you know that right?" Santana stared back blankly as she scrunched her face in confusion, Blaine grabbing her hands and leaning in as he cleared his throat.

"I'm gonna say this and you're not gonna like me for it, but regardless I need you to not get mad at me ok? But what I think is happening to you is that-I think that you may be feeling guilty for wanting Quinn."

"Woah, slow down and back it up, who the hell said anything about wanting Quinn?" Santana snapped, "And even if I di-regardless of that, why the hell would I feel guilty about anything?" Santana asked in un amusement, Blaine biting his lip as he prepared to answer.

"Because I think that you feel like you're cheating on Brittany by having feelings for Quinn, that you're making a mess of this on purpose so you can call it complicated and move on instead of dealing with the fact that you have feelings for someone who isn't Brittany. And I feel like you're using her death as an excuse so you can say you aren't ready to move on when you clearly are." Santana tried to pull her hands away as she opened her mouth to snap, Blaine pulling her back down and motioning for her to stay quiet as he explained.

"I know, I know, you hate me right now, but Santana you need to hear this-"

"No, fuck you, I don't."

"We need to talk about this San, about you and how you may have accepted that Brittany's gone but you still won't let it go, not completely."

"Because it's your excuse for everything I do!" Santana yelled, people around them starting to stare as Blaine tried his best to calm Santana, "You always make everything I do or say about Brittany, about how I can't or won't do this because of Brittany this or Brittany that. I've moved on Blaine, I'm ok."

"Are you? Really Santana, are you?" he asked as he raised his brow, "Because you realize you're allowed to be, right? That you're allowed to go back to living a normal life again, that just because Brittany's life ended yours doesn't have to too."

"Fuck you."

"Fine, but I'm right, and if I weren't you wouldn't be so pissed off now would you?" Santana remained silent as she watched Blaine groan, running his free hand through his hair and sighing as he looked back towards her.

"Santana I love you, God do I love you, but you keep punishing yourself-"

"I'm not punishing myself!"

"Let me finish San, please!" Blaine begged, Santana groaning as she rolled her eyes and waved him on, "What I mean is that I think-I know you feel guilty. Guilty for moving on and guilty for being happy when you think you don't have any reason to be." Santana remained silent as she looked at everything around her but Blaine, chewing on the inside of her cheek as he squeezed her hands.

"Santana it's going on a year now since Brittany died, and while I'm not sure what the whole grieving process time period is, no matter what you're allowed to be happy again. You're allowed to be happy hon, allowed to let yourself move on and get your life back."

"I know that Blaine, I'm not an idiot."

"And I didn't say you were, but I think you feel bad for it and you don't have any reason to," Blaine comforted, rubbing his fingers over Santana's and smiling a little as he leaned closer, "Santana you gotta let yourself off the hook. You have the rest of your life to live, and maybe it isn't going how you planned but maybe, if you let it, it'll go how it's supposed to." Santana could feel her face growing hot and her eyes became hazy as she swallowed hard, Blaine moving around the table to sit beside her as he wrapped his arm around her.

"We all miss her San, everyday we miss her," Blaine whispered in Santana's ear as he rested his chin on her shoulder, "But at the same time, we have to keep going, we have to keep living, and that includes letting yourself feel again and loving other people."

"I know that, I know."

"So then stop beating yourself up and just let go!" Blaine hissed as he squeezed her shoulders, "It's ok if you don't know what's happening or going on, but don't ignore it and walk away from it!" Santana snorted as she watched Blaine wiggle his eyebrows, running a finger under her eye as she chuckled.

"It's just scary, y'know?" she mumbled to Blaine as she finally met his eyes, "To go from thinking you've found the person you're gonna spend the rest of your life with to losing them completely. I never thought I'd ever want anyone else, and then all of a sudden there's Quinn!"

"She is a force," Blaine smiled.

"I just-I know it's ok to move on, I really do, it's just hard."

"Maybe it's not though, maybe you're just making it that way?" Blaine asked, Santana nodding and shrugging as she sniffled, "San if she's been putting up with you for this long and taking your crap without leaving, she must care about you."

"Ass!" Santana laughed as she smacked Blaine's chest, "Total ass!"

"Just saying," Blaine defended as he put his hands up, "But really, if everything you said has been happening then I think there's definitely something there and you just need to come clean. Just tell her all this, y'know? Be honest."

"It is apparently the best policy," Santana nodded, Blaine pressing his forehad to hers as he smiled.

"So we're good?"

"Eh, we aight," Santana whispered, Blaine rolling his eyes and pulling Santana close as he pecked her cheek, "Ugh, I love you."

"I love you, too."

"And everybody loves me!" Kurt cheered as he reappeared at the table, holding up two more cups of coffee and grinning ear to ear as he joined them, "So everything's good?"

"Everything's great," Blaine smiled, "Yeah, Santana was just on her way home to talk to Quinn, weren't you?" Santana inhaled sharply as she nodded her head and grabbed her things, standing up slowly and finally exhaling as she slid her chair in.

"Yep, here goes nothing."