Chapter 12
Santana's POV

"What have we got for dinner tonight San?" Quinn called from the living room. I was pottering around in the kitchen, searching through all of the cupboards for something decent to eat. Unfortunately, both of us were really forgetful when it came to food, so even though I'd only been living with Quinn for about a week, we had already forgotten to go shopping on several occasions.
"I can't find anything unless you want me to cook this dead spider," I snickered, knowing of her hatred for creepy-crawlies. I watched her visibly shiver and I smirked as her nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Please don't even joke about that San, it's gross," she pouted and I felt myself turn into Santana-putty. Nobody else ever had this effect on me. I loved it and hated it at the same time; I loved it because we could both be dorky around each other so my random mushiness was acceptable, but I hated it because she made me feel vulnerable. No one had ever got as close to me as Quinn, but no one had ever hurt me as much as her either. It was confusing, but that was us, a perfectly dysfunctional pair of best friends. I walked over to the couch and slid down next to her, pulling her in for a hug. I wasn't usually this affectionate with anyone, but once again Quinn was my exception. I was hers too. I knew first hand that she built up ten foot tall walls around her, and I was the only one that she let in, which warmed my icy heart.
"Sorry Q, I forgot that you don't eat spiders, it was an honest mistake," I joked, still with my arms around her. She pulled back and shot me a scathing look, before snuggling back into my neck, making adorable little happy mumbling noises as she did so. I sighed contentedly and breathed in her delicious scent. She smelled like tropical fruits, which I knew was her shower gel, but there was something else mixed in too, and no matter how hard I tried to describe it properly, there was no name for it. The smell was simply Quinn. It was home, safety.
"So what takeaway will it be tonight sweetie?" She mumbled sleepily. Bless her, she'd only been lying with her eyes closed for like, a minute but she was already dozing off. University was pushing her to the limit and she needed a nice relaxing break. I felt stab of guilt in my belly as I realised that it was probably my fault that she wasn't getting enough sleep, not just studying. We always ended up talking for hours at night even though we both knew we shouldn't, but living with her was just like one amazingly long sleepover: we didn't get bored of each other, we messed around, played pranks, helped with the others wardrobes and talked for hours about everything and nothing. In the short space of time that we had lived together, I had decided that I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life, and we would be, she just didn't know it yet. Okay, that sounded really creepy, but whatever, Quinn brought out the stalker within me.
"San?"
"Oh, sorry, I was thinking. How about Chinky?"
"San! You can't call it that!" She laughed and pulled away from my embrace to slap my arm playfully. I grinned and cuddled her again, tickling her sides and laughing at her adorable squeals. Her legs were kicking in the air and she was in hysterics. "Stop it!" She shrieked, practically crying with laughter at this point. I didn't want to push her too much so I relented, revelling in her radiant beauty. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing hard, which I found to be extremely sexy. Our gaze locked for a moment and I watched, mesmerised, as her hazel eyes darkened and an unreadable expression passed over her features, before her belly rumbled loudly, shattering the moment.
"Is someone hungry?" I teased. She was just the cutest thing.
"Yup, can you order the 'chinky' please honey?" She looked at me through her long eyelashes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She knew exactly what effect she had on me.
I sighed and reluctantly stood up, making a beeline for the bedroom to get my phone. I felt her eyes on me, so I made sure to swing my hips more as I walked. I shot a quick glance over my shoulder and saw Quinn leering unashamedly at my ass. I smiled to myself, proud of the effect I had on her. "You can look but you can't touch, Fabray," I winked and then chuckled as I saw her blush and look down at her lap. She was so precious.

The rest of the evening went perfectly. We played around as usual, bouncing jokes off of each other, feeding each other food and then throwing noodles at the other's face. Same old us.
I smiled as I lay in bed, replaying everything that had gone on just a few hours previously. Quinn was now asleep in my arms and she looked positively angelic; her smooth skin without a single blemish, her chest rising and falling steadily with each breath, and her plump lips parted slightly in a perfect, natural pout. I watched her sleep often, but tonight she looked especially beautiful. I leant over and kissed her gently on the lips. "I love you, Quinn," I whispered, taking a mental picture of her sleeping form, before leaning back on to my pillow and eventually falling into a peaceful, much needed sleep.