Chapter 11

Santana finally made it home. She was so distracted she did not even realize that she was walking to her front door. She has never felt this way before and she just wanted it to go away. Upon entering the house she found the couch and dropped there as tears flowed down from her face. She stayed there all night, sleeping, crying, and sleeping…until she heard the doorbell ring. It was light outside so it must have been the next day already. She did not answer the door, and it rang again and again. Santana finally decided to get up and shoo away whoever came to disturb her. She opened the door to Quinn.

"Santana…" said Quinn sympathetically grabbing Santana's chin and brushing her hair out of her face.

Santana did not stop her, the contact made her start crying again. Quinn pulled her into a hug. Santana cried harder. Quinn tried to calm her down but nothing worked.

"Hey, hey, hey. S, everything will work out. I promise you."

Santana just mumbled through her sobs into Quinn's shoulder.

"How about we sit down and chat?" said Quinn leading Santana to the couch.

Quinn sat down and Santana laid across the couch with her head resting in Quinn's lap.

"So," Quinn said trying to get the conversation rolling.

"How much do you know?"

"Well, I know that you and B are best friends, and I also know that I saw you two making out. But I also saw you claim that you were drunk and I saw Brittany's reaction. I went home with Brittany and talked with her. I saw how much she hurt; it was kind of like this actually. And I see you now and from that I can make many conclusions."

"You are very observant, Q." Santana said playfully.

Quinn let out a slight laugh and began to rub Santana's arm. Santana relaxed at the contact, it made her feel warm again.

"Well, ok, here is how it went down."

Santana explained everything, from when it first started until right now.

"…so here I am." Somewhere during the conversation Quinn had intertwined her fingers with Santana's.

"Here is what I think, you are Brittany are too good of friends to let this ruin everything. So maybe you aren't meant for each other, maybe you are just meant to fool around a bit?"

"I guess, but I mean 24 hours is all that it lasted. I mean 24 hours! She is my best friend. How can that even happen!?" said Santana sitting up looking at Quinn for the first time in the whole conversation. Her make up was runny, which led Santana to believe that she was crying.

"Q, what's wrong? Were you crying?"

"What? No!" exclaimed Quinn putting her head down to look away from Santana.

"It's ok; I mean you don't need to cry. I am sure we will figure it out. I'm sorry for burdening this on you!" Santana was talking in a fast and kind of confused voice.

"You're n-not." Said Quinn as stray tears fell from her face.

Santana wiped her tears quickly and grabbed her chin to have their eyes meet.

"What's going on?"

"I-I just wish I had someone like you and Brittany have each other."

"Q! We both love you to death!" Santana said, putting both of her hands behind Quinn's neck.

At that moment Santana saw Quinn in a new light. Quinn looked at Santana's lips and back at her eyes, taking deep breathes. Santana did not know what had just came over her, maybe it was the emotional atmosphere but what she wanted to do next was next to the unthinkable.