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I still don't own Glee

See you on the other side...

"Yes Rach, he told me he loved me…Yes, at the same damn game…in the seats right next to us." Quinn walks into her apartment going over the rundown of the night's events.

"Of course she heard him! The deaf, blind, mute that sleeps outside your building probably heard him…I know, but he said he had no idea they were going to be there…if anything it was Jen that put him up to this. She had a few choice words for me, the nerve on that bitch!" Quinn flings her arms around trying to get her point across, even though her friend can't see her through the phone.

She's so engrossed in conversation that she fails to notice the blonde sitting on the couch as she continues to talk. "Santana's a complete idiot. I know she thinks with her libido, but come on; Jen can't be that great a lay, then again Santana obviously doesn't have the best taste in women."

Quinn catches some movement to her right, her eyes going wide as Brittany makes her way over.

"Rachel…Let me…uh, let me call you back." She drops her phone into her purse before meeting blue eyes.

"Hey, I didn't know you were home." Quinn tests the waters.

"Funny. Maybe if you weren't so busy talking trash to Rachel you would have realized that I was sitting right there. "

"Britt, please don't be upset. I wasn't talking about you. I'm just pissed off at-"

"Santana and Jen, yea I heard." The blonde interrupts, hands firmly placed on her hips. "And last time I checked I was previously in a relationship with San, so don't sit here and act like you weren't referring to me a minute ago."

"Ok, so you're really picking a fight over this? I wasn't talking about you." Quinn slides her coat off, moving towards the rack. She instantly feels the chill in the air, but knows it has nothing to do with the weather outside. "You act like you've never said something without thinking before." She turns back towards her friend. "My bad ok, now can we just drop it? My night has already been a disaster and I don't feel like coming home to an argument. You've been acting really weird lately and I don't know what I did to deserve this."

The fury in Brittany's face could scare the devil himself. She takes a few menacing steps, quickly reaching her target.

"Acting? Me? I'm the one who's been acting weird?" She stares intently into her friends hazel eyes. "I don't act Quinn, that's not my forte'! Unlike you I like to keep things real and in the open. I don't have to pretend and be fake."

"Britt-"

"No!" she pushes her index finger into Quinn's chest to emphasize her statement. "You come in here and insult me and then make me out to be the bad guy trying to pick a fight, when you're the only villain in this room." Brittany's blood is boiling at this point, merely seconds away from losing her shit "You're a Liar Quinn. A fucking sneaky, weak ass Liar!"

"Brittany, that's enoug-"

"Oh is it? Have you heard enough from me Quinn? Am I hurting your feelings? Because let me tell you, I've heard enough from you to last me a life time."

"What the hell are you talki-"

The force of the moving hand causes a whoosh in the air before making contact with Quinn's cheek. Pain instantly invades her face, as the shock of having been slapped sets in.

"You lied to me! You told me that you would help me get San back."

Quinn can't believe what's happening. Her normally happy go lucky friend just smacked the life out of her and now all she cares about is the fact that she hasn't got Santana back? By now this would have escalated to an all-out cat fight, but this doesn't make sense. It's Brittany standing in front of her, not Santana. Trailing her hand over her burning cheek, Quinn tries to make sense of what her friend just shouted.

"Is that what this is about? You're mad at me because I haven't helped you get Santana back?" Quinn tries to stay calm, but her inner bitch is finally beginning to surface. "What was I supposed to do, huh? Did you want me to tell Jen that she couldn't ask San to be her girlfriend because you were still in love with her? Do you want me to beg Santana to break up with Jennifer because I made a promise to you that I wasn't sure how to keep? You were the one being all buddy buddy with Jen, Brittany and between us, you were the first to agree to that stupid coffee shop idea."

"No! No Quinn! I wanted you to be my friend. I wanted you to be honest with me and tell me the truth. I thought our friendship meant something to you."

"I didn't think Santana would pass up Jennif-"

"I don't give a fuck about Jennifer, Quinn! You lied to me! I heard the conversation you and Santana had at the charity ball."

Realization sets in and the warmth from Quinn's cheek quickly spreads throughout her entire body. She watches as Brittany nods her head in confirmation.

"Yea…I heard everything. I saw you. I saw the way you looked at each other. I heard you plea for her to show you-… to show you how much she missed you. It was so obvious and I just didn't want to believe it." Tears stain Brittany's face as she speaks. "But you, you lied to me. You told me that you would help me get her back, even though you were…even though you're in love with her. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?"

"Brittany I-"

"You should have told me. I mean, I'm not saying that I would have been a hundred percent ok with that, but I would have at the very least understood." Brittany can see the regret in Quinn's face. She knows her friend is broken and the anger she's felt towards the girl begins to subside. She lays a comforting hand on her shoulder, before continuing. "I of all people know what it's like to be in love with Santana and want her so much that it hurts to even breathe her name."

"I'm sorry Britt. I'm so, so sorry." Quinn completely falls apart, wrapping her arms around the tall blonde in front of her. "I don't know what I'm doing. I-…I knew how much you wanted things to work out and I just-…I promise you, I honestly wanted to help you get her back."

"I know Q and it kills me that you would even consider putting yourself through that for me. I love you like my own sister. You and San are family."

Quinn pulls back from the embrace still sniffling. She looks up at her friend with the most pathetic pout she could muster.

"Even though I've been a rotten sister?"

"Yes, even though you've acted worse than Cinderella's own step sisters. And that's saying a lot, because those chicks are grade a bitches." They both chuckIe at Brittany's comparison. "I still love you and I would never want you to hurt like that."

"I love you too Britt-Britt and I'm sorry."

They both pull away, wiping at their faces to rid the evidence of tears. They offer each other gentle smiles, Quinn being the first to speak.

"I can't believe you hit me. I mean, I had it coming but I had no clue you had it in you."

"I'm sorry I did that. You know how I feel about violence. I don't know what came over me, but I promise it will never happen again. " Brittany pouts, wishing that she could take back her actions, but the half smile on Quinn's face let's her know that she has been forgiven.

"So…what now Britt? Where do we go from here?"

Brittany contemplates the question. She glances towards the kitchen and Quinn knows her friend has a plan.

"Well first, the freezer has a pint of mint chocolate chip with our names on it. I had to hide it from Tubbs because he had a serious sweet tooth last week after his jazzercise class. Go get changed into your pajamas and head to my room, I need to fill you in on a few things."

~~~~CM~~~~

Santana walks into the apartment, trying to make the least amount of noise possible. She knows her roommates have class in a few hours and neither of them need a 2AM wake up call. She passes by the coat rack, noting the two jackets that have been neatly placed there already and decide to purposely walk further and drape her jacket over one of the dining room chairs. She smirks at the thought of her friend's reactions, as she has yet again broken rule fifteen of the roommate etiquette manual that Rachel so graciously introduced the blondes to when they first moved in.

Giving herself a mental high-five she makes it to the hallway, noticing Brittany's room first. The door is cracked open and she can't help the need to take a peek inside. Adorably sprawled out on her bed is Brittany, wearing her favorite unicorn pajamas that Santana had bought her three Christmas's ago. She walks further into the room, pulling the covers over the blonde before lovingly running her fingers through her golden locks. She stands there silently watching her best friend's sleeping form, her chest rising and falling with every breath she takes.

"You came home." Santana slightly turns towards the soft voice, nodding her response.

She takes a final glance at Brittany, before making her way out of the bedroom and past Quinn. Arriving at the kitchen she reaches into the cabinet above the sink, hoping to God that a bit of Patron will calm her enough to get some rest. Just hearing Quinn's voice made her heart clench and the three words her doofus boyfriend practically shouted earlier at the game, had been on constant replay in her mind.

Pouring herself a double she says a silent prayer and shoots the drink back, not even wincing as the liquid burns through her chest.

"Santana…Can we-…I-I need to talk to you."

The brunette refuses to look over, knowing that those hazel eyes will ruin her resolve, turning her into putty as soon as their eyes meet. She can see Quinn patiently waiting through her peripheral, her hands clamped and fidgeting in front of her as she waits for the Latina to address her.

"Yea?" Santana questions, as she pours herself another drink. "What could you possibly want to talk about at two thirty in the morning?" She quickly drinks the contents in her glass, giving in seconds later and looking at the blonde. Her intuition was right on point; there is no denying the effect this girl has on her as she takes in the beauty of one Lucy Quinn Fabray. She has her hair in a messy bun, reading glasses perched atop her head. Even in her loose white t-shirt and worn out cheerios shorts, she is breath taking, not to mention those mouthwatering legs, tan and toned from all those years of cheerleading.

"Look San, Liam and I we-"

"Oh right, of course." Santana interrupts, dropping her glass in the sink as she walks up to her friend, throwing her walls back up as fast as she can. She instantly let's go of the adoring images of Quinn that were just swimming around in her head and instead reminds herself to focus on the ones of Liam professing his love.

"You want to talk about how in love you guys are. Well, I'll save you some time Q, because myself and every other person at Madison Square Garden can pretty much guess how disgustingly in love you two are." Her heart races in her chest, her brain screaming at her to just walk away, but her sarcasm continues to make itself known. "Congrats Quinn, you landed yourself a real winner."

The brunette brushes past the flustered girl as she heads towards the balcony. She needs fresh air and quick, her lungs threating to collapse.

"No San, that's not what I-"

"It's cool, I'm sure it was just a matter of time." Quinn begins to follow her through the living room, but Santana doesn't want to hear it. She just wants to put as much space between herself and heartbreak as she can.

"San, will you just-"

"Marry him, have kids, buy a house, live happily ever after Q., I don't really give a fu-"

"God damn it Santana! Will you just wait a second?"

The Latina stops dead in her tracks, Quinn's words halting her as she reaches the sliding glass door. The faint noise of the city outside is the only sound that can be heard.

"I'm not in love with Liam…I don't...I don't want any of those things with him." The words finally tumble from her lips, her conviction becoming more and more evident as she continues to speak. She practically floats the few remaining steps between herself and Santana, the brunette standing silent, her back still to Quinn.

"Tana, I-…" Placing a hand on Santana's shoulder Quinn presses her front against the Latina's back. She's not sure if the shiver she felt came from her or the other girl, but she's feeling brave and the thought of just letting Santana walk away isn't an option. It's now or never. "I want..."

"What do you want Quinn?" It comes out as a whisper, spoken into a silent room only for Quinn to hear. Santana's breathe hitches as Quinn gently swoops her raven locks to the side and begins to press feather light kisses to the caramel skin between her neck and shoulder. A soft moan escapes from the brunette when Quinn's lips finally meet the spot just under her ear.

"You Tana." Another kiss to the same spot. "All I want is you."

It only takes Santana two seconds to turn around and wrap her arms around Quinn's waist, before tasting the lips she's only been able to dream about for months. The electricity behind this kiss sends a jolt of energy throughout both women. It's everything they've both been longing for and Santana is pretty sure that the only thing she needs in this world is Quinn. Their lips continue to move in sync as Quinn sighs her relief into Santana's mouth.

They slightly separate the need for air becoming too much. Their foreheads continue to touch, as Quinn runs the pad of her thumb over her favorite set of lips. She smiles as the Latina tightens the grip she has on her waist.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." Santana confesses while nuzzling her face into the blonde's neck, allowing her sweet smell to invade her senses. She kisses her pale skin, wanting to taste as much as she can, while Quinn's hands weave through her dark hair.

Looking up Santana stares into sparkling hazel eyes. She's not sure if the tears brimming the beautiful orbs are happy or sad.

"What's wrong Q?"

Quinn averts her eyes, knowing Santana won't let this go.

"Dime que te pasa, preciosa?

Receiving no response, Santana brings her hand up to cup the blonde's rosy cheek. She kisses the top of her forehead, before brushing her lips against Quinn's. The blonde immediately reciprocates, allowing herself to feel every second of this breathtaking kiss. Her heart was beating so fast, that she was positive Santana could feel it through her chest. She never wanted this to end. This moment, this feeling of pure passion was everything she had been missing since the morning after Valentine's Day. She knew that when it ended, reality would set in and it scared her. It scared Quinn right to the bone that Santana would regret this. She heard Santana's admission moments ago, but it doesn't excuse the fact that she already has a girlfriend.

She can feel herself being lifted, carried away from the chill of the balcony door, but her lips remain molded to her Latina's. Santana gently lays the blonde down on the couch and brings their bodies impossibly close, the weight of the brunette causing Quinn to moan from the added friction. She can't fight the urge any longer and pushes up with her hips prompting Santana to sit up a bit. Quinn urgently pulls at the hem of the Latina's jersey, bringing it up and over Santana's head. She languidly kisses the newly exposed tan skin, as Santana begins to work her pajama shorts down.

"Lift up a little baby." The brunette husks into Quinn's ear.

Santana pulls the offending shorts off of the blonde, licking her lips at the site of Quinn's bare center. She tries to take her place again, but stops as a heavily panting Quinn reaches down between their bodies. Quinn looks into Santana's dilated pupils as she unbuttons her jeans. The Latina lustfully watches as the blonde slides her zipper down, allowing the denim material to breath. Patience being the last thing on her mind, Quinn slips her hand into the jeans and cups the Latina's wet core over her panties.

"Fuck Mami…"

Using her right hand to hold herself up, Santana palms Quinn's moist heat, making sure to put some pressure over her throbbing clit.

"San, please baby. I need you."

Their actions come to an abrupt stop as they take in the sound of incessant knocking at their front door.

"What the hell is that?"

"Someone's at the door Tana."

"It's like three in the fucking morning. If it's that important they'll come back." The brunette kisses down Quinn's jaw, trying her best to focus on the task at hand, literally.

Quinn takes a moment to gather herself. She wants nothing more than to pick up where they left off, but the continuous knocking is an obvious and annoying indication that someone is actually trying to get ahold of them. Against her better judgment she decides that they should probably go check on the poor unfortunate soul that Santana is sure to kill.

"S-San, it-…Oh my God, that feels good…it-it might be Rachel. I was talking to her earlier and…MmMmm…I kind of forgot to call-…Ungh…her back. Let me go check."

"Hell no, you're not going anywhere." Santana answers, begrudgingly sitting up on the sofa. "Haven't you learned anything from watching horror movies? Typical."

"What are you getting at, crazy?" Quinn questions, looking up at the frustrated girl.

"White people always want to go investigate weird noises or crazy shit in horror movies, while Hispanics know better. As soon as shit gets weird or people start to disappear, we run. We don't ask questions, we don't follow the creepy sounds or go check on the out of the blue knocking at the door."

Quinn grins at the seriousness of Santana's explanation. This girl, this crazy, sexy, usually intelligent, most adorable girl, has completely stolen her heart.

"You're being ridiculous San. I'll be right back." Quinn states, sitting up and grabbing her discarded shorts.

"Jesus Q, you never say that!"

"Never say what?"

"You never say I'll be right back, cuz you won't be. You won't be right back. You'll be hacked into a million pieces."

"Fine then, you go check on the door. I'm going to the bathroom." Santana yanks the retreating girl back onto her lap, planting a kiss to her swollen lips. The look they share is full of many things, the main one being a promise to finish what they started.

Quinn walks off towards the bathroom, leaving Santana to answer the door.

'Fuckin' Berry. Why couldn't she just call Quinn non-stop like a regular stage five clinger? If she ruined my chance with Q, I'll ring her little hobbit neck.'

Santana yanks the door open, ready to tell Rachel exactly what she can do with her nocturnal house calls, but instead she freezes in her place wishing she had taken her own advice and let the person knock until they were blue in the face.

"J-Jen, what are you doing here?"

Jennifer brushes past Santana and into the apartment. She turns and wait for the Latina to shut the door, pushing aside the fact that her girlfriend is almost half naked, jeans unbuttoned and hair tousled.

"Jen you can't just-"

"San, I'm sorry. I know it's really late but I haven't been able to sleep. I know you said everything was fine when you dropped me off, but I know there is something wrong."

"Jen, this is not a good ti-"

"Baby, please just let me get this out. I know you and Liam haven't really been meshing that well and I know you're trying. I'm sorry he showed up at the game and I promise to talk to him about it next time I see him."

Jennifer takes the Latina's hands in her own, bringing them up to her lips and placing kisses atop her knuckles. Santana sees a frown briefly take over her girlfriends face, but Jen instantly transforms it into a smile as she looks back up.

"Santana, I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. I promise that I am one hundred percent in this relationship, you deserve that and more baby. I know what you've been through with other women and I can guarantee that I won't do you like they did. The look in your eyes as you walked away from me tonight scared me. It made me feel like you were going to give up on us and I don't want that. "

"Jennifer, listen-"

"I need you Santana. I-I want you."

"Tana, are you still talking to the boogyma-"Quinn's question falls short, her body completely void of air due to what she is seeing.

Two sets of brown eyes snap in her direction. Jennifer discreetly sends a glare the blonde's way, doing her best to remain calm as she contemplates her next move. Quinn doesn't give a damn about the glare, because her eyes are trained on Santana's hands which are still locked with Jen's. Quinn closes her eyes, the burning sensation behind her eye lids getting the best of her.

"Hold up, Quinn it's not-" The Latina tries to take a step towards the blonde, but Jennifer pulls her back.

"Santana I love you. I'm so in love with you baby. I'm sorry that it took me this long to get over my fear and finally tell you but when I saw how brave Quinn was, to tell Liam that she loved him, something just snapped inside of me. I would have to be stupid not to tell you how much you mean to me."

Jennifer wraps her arms around the dumbfounded Latina and brings their lips together. She opens her eyes as she deepens the kiss, making sure to wink at the trembling blonde across the room. As soon as Quinn turns around, Jen releases Santana from the kiss.

"Please say you love me too babe."

Santana is in a serious state of shock. She can't believe what the hell just happened. Jen walks into her apartment in the middle of the night, throwing I love yous left and right, when only five minutes ago her and Quinn were…

'SHIT QUINN!'

Santana's brain finally reacts prompting her body to face the hallway. Her heart is once again overcome with the feeling of dread, a familiar loneliness of having it confined behind steal chambers for so long setting in. She stares at the void space that had been previously occupied by the girl of her dreams. The right girl. The one. The only one.

'I fucked up. I fucked everything up.'

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