Santana was nervous, she has never been asked out the way Quinn had done. Not even a question, more like a statement.

This funny feeling.

Quinn seemed confident, something about that was...so sexy. No apologies, no worries, not giving a shit.

She, better not be fucking around.

Santana was so stumped, she just sat there looking at the empty seat in front of her. Almost as if waiting for a reply, from the chair.

Has she really been drinking Whiskey...Santana's hands were sweaty, her mind was blank, and that warm feeling in her stomach was new.

Santana loved the chase; it was the best part. She always waited for the perfect time, perfect line to say, and the perfect way to get in their pants. It was the rush, of making the move. The way the girls reacted to her complements, and forwardness. All the blushes she made them have. All the little touches, arms, hands, all seemed innocent. Always finding a new way to get the girl, how to approach them without being creepy, or acting condescending. It's a true art, in her eyes.

But this chase, is the chase of her life.

This time she had to get the girl.

After a while she left to get ready. And soon it was almost time.


Santana knocked on the door.

She wasn't running anymore, she was ready.

"Just on time," Quinn smiled. She noticed Santana had something behind her back. "Are you going to show me, what that is?" She pointed to her.

"Blondie, I had this for a long time...I only ask for one thing...take care of it for me, will ya?"

Santana give her a new album. More like old.

The Beatles. Help!

"I promise."

That knock out smile.

Quinn put the album in her room.

Santana held her hand as they both left the apartment. Both couldn't hide their smiles.

"Are you wearing comfortable shoes?" Santana asked, once outside.

"Ah, kind of."

"Looks like if they bother you, I'd have to carry you."

"What if it hurts now?" Quinn gave a mischievous smile.

"Come on, Cinderella." Santana chuckled.

Like a drill, Quinn knew better than ask where they would be going. Both got in a cab, and drove off.

Still holding hands.


"Go karting? Santana am wearing a dress." Quinn looked down, at her yellow sundress.

"We'll give a show then." Santana dragged Quinn out the cab, she paid and headed inside.

"I am not, giving a show."

"You could give me, a show." Santana winked.

"Not there yet..." Quinn said under her breath.

"Well, I don't know about you. But am dying for vanilla ice cream." She wiggled her eyebrows.

"I am not vanilla!"

"Sure."

"Santana!" Quinn untangled her hand from Santana's.

"You'll be saying that all night."

"No!" Quinn came to a stop.

Yeah, am the child.

"What? Don't tell me you never slept with someone on the first date...because, that's very vanilla." Santana raised her eyebrows.

"Am not a whore, like you." She crossed her arms.

She's so fucking cute.

"I'll take that as a complement." Santana smiled, definitely amused.

"How?" Quinn laughed.

"Because I'm not vanilla."

"Fuck you!"

"Are you offering or..." Santana came closer. Quinn stumbled on her foot, and walked away. "You still didn't answer the question...god, you asshole." She made a funny walk, to catch up.

Both knew, who was the real child.


Santana made every wrong turn on the track, at every chance she got, she'd bump into Quinn. Both couldn't care less what the instructors were yelling at them. This only made Santana do more stupid shit.

Her hair was flowing like the most beautiful thing in the world. Her dress sometimes going up, her smiled could kill anyone. Her lips, red. Santana just stayed back and memorized her.

She's perfect.

At the ice cream stand, Santana had gotten the biggest two scoops of cookie dough. Quinn got one scoop of butter pecan.

"So, vanilla." Santana stated, as they sat down.

"Would you stop."

"You'd be saying that too." Santana chuckled.

"So, I never asked you...when you were little-"

"Boob-less." Santana said, without missing a beat.

"No seriously." Quinn almost chocked.

"You just want to know, my dirty secret..."

"And what's that?"

"Oh, no...that will cost you, a lot more than a kiss."

"Just answer, the fucking question Santana."

"I will not tell you my secret, but I'll tell you something when I was little..."

Quinn put her chin on her hand waiting. Smiling of the fact that she'll get to imagine little a Sanny.

"When I was in first grade...Mrs. Porter asked where food goes, and well I was what six? Kids around me raised their hands, and well so did I...thank god she didn't pick me, because I was convinced, that food goes all the way down to your feet...it was so innocent of me to think that; well she picked another girl, and the answer was obviously the stomach. And I was so mind blown, I went home and didn't sleep for two days. Now I look back; and think of that little person." Santana's eyes shun, as she told the story.

Quinn had the warmest smile in the world. She couldn't stop smiling the whole time.

"That's so adorable...what happened?" Quinn joked.

"Ugh, blondes..."

"Of course." Hazel eyes rolled.

"Sometimes I miss her." Santana looked down.

"Yeah..." Both sighs, were heard.

"Okay, let's stop mopping around, we have another stop." Santana held her hand out for Quinn.


Once back to the city, the cab stopped on a random street. Santana, paid once again and headed out the cab. Helping Quinn.

"This better not be another strip-club."

"No, it's jazz."

Quinn was surprised of the answer. She's never been to this part of the city before, and now she sees herself coming back. Santana walked hand and hand with her, Quinn felt like a school girl again. All the effortless gestures, Santana made every time she was close. The way she walks, so confident of who she is. No apologies, so protective, it was mesmerizing.

The streets were filled with dreams, she knew it was the city where you could be anything. But now it was so clear, people may be assholes. But they are trying to get somewhere, or someone. She was lucky, Santana was showing her more than fun things to do; Santana was showing her the city, she loved. She was sharing, how much it means to her.

Quinn never pictured Santana, poetic or a person who appreciates everything. Quinn was surprised in the best way possible. She still hopes to be surprised like that every day of her life.

Once inside, Santana made her way to a small table. After a while of watching the band play, Quinn turned to look at her. The blue dimmed lights reflected her face, so calm, so content, so happy. Her eyes were closed, she took in the moment. Quinn couldn't help but smile, at this dork out of her time.

Quinn looked back at the band.

"Come on, let's go dance." Santana said, as she grabbed her hand.

"I don't know how to dance jazz."

"And you think I do?" Santana smiled back at her.

Santana knew Quinn was conflicted. But so was she, Santana doesn't want to hurt her. She want's Quinn to find her prince charming; she deserves so much more, than she could give her. She knows, that when that day comes; she'll have to forget about love altogether. She'll miss the days; when Quinn calls her out; when Quinn slaps her on the arm. She'll miss the days in the park. She'll miss the days where, both fight. Or when that smile won't be for her anymore.

They swayed to the smooth music, holding hands. Looking once in a while into each other's eyes. Taking each other's scents, taking in the moment. Quinn noticed the sad gaze Santana had; she knew she was thinking too hard.

"You're going, to kill all your brain cells." Quinn finally said.

"Don't have many, anyway..."

Santana made Quinn chuckle. She'll miss that too.

Santana leaned in and kissed her, very gently. Lips barely touched.

Santana moved back.

"Am sorry...I."

"No, don't." Quinn rested her head, on her shoulder.

She closed her eyes.