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You get up and go and I miss you the minute you walk out of my door. Never know when it's gonna hit you, just when you think your heart's still on the floor – Schuyler Fisk, Afterglow

"Okay, uh…most embarrassing moment…" Kitty bit her lip as she stared up at the night sky thoughtfully. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and Quinn found herself grinning inanely as she watched the girl, "Okay, yeah. Sorry, there were a few to choose from."

"I refuse to believe that." Quinn snorted, "No way miss cool cheerleader ever embarrasses herself."

"Yeah well," Kitty shrugged, "Being the bitchy cheerleader isn't without its cringing." She took a deep breath, pulling her feet up onto the couch. They had both taken their shoes off a while ago, and the blonde plucked at the pantyhose on her feet. Quinn's hair had lost its sleek look and was now ruffled, while Kitty's thick eyeliner was smudged around her eyes. "So, this one time I was stood in the girls bathrooms at my school, and there was this girl who had annoyed me. We had art together and I needed a model for my photos and she was all 'I'd totally do it but my hair isn't right today.' And 'I'd do it for you but I have this huge zit.' And I was just like 'Shut the fuck up, I don't want your nasty face in my pictures!'"

"Harsh." Quinn nodded admiringly.

"Yeah. And that story right there was the exact story I was telling in the bathrooms…as she walked out of the stall behind me." Kitty finished with an awkward grimace as Quinn's jaw dropped with horror.

"Oh my God!" The blonde laughed, "That's awful. What did you do?"

Kitty shook her head, her face burning at the memory, "I stood awkwardly for about two seconds before deciding I physically couldn't take it. I was just like 'So…the girls are waiting…outside so…I'll go wait with them.' And scuttled out of the bathroom with my tail between my legs. It was horrifying."

"It sounds horrifying!" Quinn giggled, "That's terrible."

"I know. I still feel bad when I think of it. She ended up confronting me on the way home from school and I had to just apologize and hang my head in shame. It was truly awful. So what's yours?" She leaned forward excitedly as Quinn frowned.

"One time I let Santana cut my hair." She nodded, "End of story."

"That doesn't count!"

"Literally, every day until it grew back was the most embarrassing day of my life." Quinn shook her head incredulously, "But honestly, there are far too many stories to choose from. One time I fell out of a moving van."

"What? How?" Kitty gasped, looking delighted, "A 'moving van' or a moving van? And why were you in a moving van?"

Quinn stared at her for a second, "We were moving."

"Oh. Of course. Anyway!"

"Anyway, I opened the door to get out, but my foot got caught on my seat. So my upper body left the van, but my bottom half didn't. All I saw was the ground slowly getting closer to my face. But because my foot was caught, I ended up just hanging a few feet from the ground. It was then that I realised that I could either move my foot and fall to a possible asphalt-y death, or I could attempt to use my upper body strength to pull myself up."

"What did you do?" The blonde asked, looking awed.

"Well, while I was trying to pull myself up, my dad leaned over and pulled the level under my chair. The chair slid backwards, my foot was no longer caught and I landed in the middle of the road. On my face. In front of the majority of our new neighbours, who had come out to say hi."

"Wow. That is pretty awful." Kitty nodded, giggling.

Quinn nodded slowly, "Yes. Yes it is. I had a huge scrape down my face for a week."

"Awh man! At least it didn't scar?" The blonde shrugged.

"It did scar!" She exclaimed, "Look!"

She leaned towards Kitty, pointing to a tiny line above her eyebrow. The other girl squinted, grimacing with confusion, "Hey! Move your hand, your finger is in the way." She took Quinn's hand, pulling it away as she gazed at the smooth skin. "I can't see a scar."

"Really? It's there!" Quinn insisted, nodding her head. Kitty giggled again, placing her other hand under Quinn's chin.

"Keep still!" She frowned, "No, it's definitely not there."

"Huh." Quinn looked dismayed, "Oh! I know why! It's the other side!"

She turned her head quickly, and Kitty recoiled as Quinn's forehead almost bashed against her jaw. Chuckling, she narrowed her eyes at the girl's eyebrow, nodding slowly.

"Oh yeah, you're right. I see it now." She glanced down and met Quinn's eye as she gazed innocently up at her. "Not that it matters. You can barely see it and even when you can…it's cute." She shrugged, leaning forward and gently pressing her lips to the tiny scar. "Still perfect."

"I once needed dental work two hours before class pictures. Half of my face was numb and I was drooling everywhere." Quinn blurted as her heart raced. Kitty paused, her hand still sitting under Quinn's jaw, before pulling away as she chuckled.

"I want to see that picture."

"You will never see that picture." Quinn replied, shaking her head adamantly.

Kitty reached for her drink, throwing back the last couple of mouthfuls before turning to the other girl boldly, "Okay. We've finished our drinks. I can either order another round…or we could go back to my apartment?"

Quinn resisted the urge to gasp, instead taking a long, deep breath. Suddenly, the rooftop bar was spinning. She had wondered about this moment so many times, and now that it was here she had no idea how to react. She had always planned clever answers and things to say, but now she seemed to be suffering from a mental block, the words stuck in her throat. She nodded slowly, and Kitty giggled.

"I'm sorry. Was that too sudden?" The girl looked shy, and Quinn blinked a couple of times before shaking her head a little.

"No, it's fine. But…yeah. Let's do it." She felt breathless, and her heart felt like it was hammering against her ribcage.

Kitty grinned, climbing to her feet, "Just let me go pay the tab."

"Wait, let me-"

Quinn was cut off as Kitty rolled her eyes and turned to wander away to the bar, shaking her head. Once she returned, she stood by her seat and leaned over to hook her fingers through the straps of her shoes. She also picked up Quinn's, passing them to the blonde as she pushed herself up, swaying slightly as she stood upright. Kitty held out her hand, grinning at Quinn, who accepted the offer and followed her back toward the elevator.

As the doors slid shut and the elevator music filled Quinn's ears, Kitty spun round on the spot. She tugged on Quinn's hand, pulling the girl closer, before flattening her against the wall. The handrail dug into the small of Quinn's back as Kitty's mouth pressed against her own, and the metal felt cold against her skin through the cut-out shape at the back of her dress. Kitty tasted tangy, like the strawberry mimosas she had been drinking all night, and Quinn smiled inwardly as the blonde's icy tongue flicked across her lips.

The elevator pinged, and Kitty stepped back suddenly, pulling Quinn upright once more and standing unperturbed beside her as the doors slid open smoothly. Kitty stepped out, tugging Quinn behind her and crossed to the doorman. She ordered a taxi quickly, ignoring the man's disapproving look at their shoe-less feet, before stepping back into the foyer. The cab arrived shortly afterwards, and they tip-toed across the sidewalk before clambering in, pulling their feet up onto the seat and off the dirty floor of the cab.

"How long is the journey?" Quinn asked, more out of a desire to make conversation rather than a genuine interest. Kitty smiled kindly, and for a moment Quinn wondered if the girl could sense her nerves.

"It's not far away, we should only be a few minutes." Kitty nodded, "What about you? Do you, Barney and Cobweb live far out?"

"Further out than you, by the sounds of it." Quinn chuckled, "We live kind of on the border line of the suburbs. It's not far out from the city but it's also much less…fast-paced."

"Sounds nice. Maybe I'll see it one day." The blonde shrugged, and Quinn nodded slowly.

They pulled up to a large townhouse a few minutes later, and Kitty deposited a few notes in the driver's hand before swinging the door open and pulling Quinn out behind her. They ran up the stairs to the huge wooden front door, and Kitty tapped in a number on the keypad beside the intercom. There was a loud click and she pushed the door open, dragging Quinn into the large hallway. Apartment one and two sat on either side, and to Quinn's left there was a large bank of pigeon-holes with numbers labelling each one. Kitty squeezed her hand and pulled her towards the large, curving staircase at the end of the hallway.

Quinn sprinted behind the blonde, attempting to keep up with the girl in front of her. Her foot slid off the edge of one of the steps and her feet ran in mid-air for a split second before she lost her balance and was sent careering back down. She thanked God for the stairs being carpeted as she slid down three steps on her front, her dress riding up around her thighs as she slid. She tugged on Kitty's hand during the ordeal, forgetting to let go as she crumpled on the floor, and the other blonde was yanked backwards. She made a grab for the handrail but lost her grip and ended up sat on one of the stairs, sprawled on her back and staring upside-down at the wall opposite.

"What the hell just happened?" She asked in a puzzled tone, whilst Quinn groaned beneath her.

"I'm sorry. I slipped." The girl winced as she began to push herself up again. Kitty managed to spin herself around so she was sat upright on the stairs as Quinn rubbed her shoulder, turning round to sit beside the blonde.

"Are you okay?" Kitty smiled kindly, and Quinn nodded.

"Just another embarrassing moment to add to the list." She shrugged, and Kitty giggled. She stood up, placing a gentle kiss on Quinn's cheek before grabbing her hand again and continuing to pull her up the stairs.

"Be careful. We'll go slower this time." She chuckled, and Quinn began giggling behind her. Their laughter became uncontrollable as they ascended the stairs. Once they had climbed two flights, Kitty stopped by one of the apartment doors. She unlocked it quickly before pushing it open and standing back to allow Quinn entry.

The front door opened onto a cozy living room. The floors were bare boards, like Quinn's, but the room was decorated in warm shades of grey and yellow. She smiled as she gazed around at the walls, which were covered with various graphic prints of birds. She wandered over to the sofa and sat down gingerly as Kitty ambled through the apartment turning lights on. There was a large serving hatch in one wall, and Quinn could see into the green kitchen beyond as Kitty flicked the light on and began clattering about.

"Do you want a drink?" She called, and Quinn nodded, before remembering that Kitty couldn't see her.

"Oh. Yes please!" She replied as she turned her attention to the windows, and the view beyond. Though it wasn't quite as extreme as the view from the rooftop bar, it made her smile to see the vibrant city thriving beyond the glass, whilst she sat in Kitty's homely oasis.

The blonde returned with two glasses of wine, holding them up as she smiled at Quinn, "Hope you like red; it's all I have." She grimaced guiltily but Quinn shrugged.

"Perfect for me." She accepted the glass with a grateful smile, and Kitty sat herself down beside her, her body angled towards Quinn with one leg curled under her body.

"So…I hate to bring up a familiar subject," Kitty gazed down at her glass as she spoke, daring a quick glance to Quinn, whose eyebrows were raised, "But I feel the need to ask…what's the deal with you and Santana?"

Quinn frowned, the alcohol making her head fuzzy, "I'm sorry? What do you mean?"

"Oh God, don't make me say it." Kitty groaned, scrunching her nose up sheepishly, "I already feel like an ass! I just," She shrugged, "I feel like I should know if there's anything…going on…between you. You know, she's pretty, you're cute, you're both…you know. I just wondered." She shrugged again, and Quinn frowned at her for a moment before bursting out in a fit of giggles once more.

"Me and Santana?" She shook her head, looking incredulous, "No. No way. I've known Santana since high school and we're just…no. It's not like that at all."

Kitty looked doubtful, "So there's never been any…?" she trailed off and Quinn shook her head adamantly.

"Never." She chuckled again, "No. Santana's always been too busy chasing the tags of girls' panties; I'm like the home base for her. Never anything romantic."

"Huh. How surprising." Kitty shrugged, gazing into the distance thoughtfully.

Quinn frowned, shaking her head, "I can't believe you would think that."

"Well I didn't know what to think." Kitty defended, looking sheepish. "I just wanted to check."

"It's okay." She shrugged, smiling at the blonde, whose mouth twisted indecisively.

"I'm glad, though. That you've never been involved with her." She replied candidly.

"What do you mean?" Quinn narrowed her eyes slightly, puzzled, "Why?"

Kitty looked down again, her cheeks flushing, "Well even if there's never been anything romantic, even you can admit that, you know, Santana's kind of-"

"Undeniably gorgeous? Yeah." Quinn rolled her eyes before nodding.

"Yeah. It's a little less…intimidating…to know that you've never…you know." She shrugged nervously, and Quinn smiled to herself.

"You shouldn't be intimidated." She shook her head shyly, and they sat in silence for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts, until Kitty leaned towards her.

The girl's lips skimmed Quinn's cheek, sending a shiver down her spine, and the blonde smiled nervously, turning her head to press her lips to Kitty's, her heart pounding in her chest as she did so. Kitty shifted on the sofa, pushing herself closer to Quinn and lifting a hand to the back of her neck, tangling her fingers in Quinn's hair to pull her in closer. Unsure of what to do with her hands, Quinn rested her left on Kitty's hip, whilst her right still held her wine glass. When Kitty's tongue slid against her lips once more, she parted them, shifting her body round so she was directly facing the blonde.

Kitty pulled away suddenly, taking Quinn's half-empty wine glass from her hand and depositing on a coaster on the coffee table. She took her now-vacant hand and pulled her to her feet, stepping backwards in the direction of the short hallway by the front door. They exchanged messy kisses as they made their way to the bedroom, and Kitty broke away to flick the switch on a string of fairy lights that wrapped around the bedstead, before returning to where Quinn was standing, slowly turning to gaze around the room. She stepped up behind the blonde, intertwining her fingers with Quinn's and peppering gentle kisses down the side of her neck.

Quinn's breath caught in her throat and her heart began to pound as Kitty's fingers moved to her waist. She opened her mouth to speak, but her cheeks flushed pink and the words caught in her throat. She spun on the spot until she was nose-to-nose with Kitty, who gave a small chuckle in response. The blonde bit her lip with a sultry smile, and Quinn's stomach flipped. She pushed forwards, making Kitty step back as she wound her arms around the girl's waist, pulling her tight against her body. Kitty toppled backwards onto the bed and Quinn came crashing down on top of her. The wind was knocked from her chest, but she had no time to dwell on it as Kitty's lips found hers again, and she tipped them sideways, rolling over until she was straddling Quinn, her fingers stroking circles on the girl's forearms.

Quinn stared up at the ceiling as Kitty placed chaste kisses across her shoulder and collar bone. She could hear blood thumping in her ears and an odd mixture of nerves and excitement twisted unpleasantly in her stomach. She opened her mouth once again to tell Kitty, but only a weak, croaking sound emitted. The other girl pulled bath with a small frown.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Quinn nodded, managing to give the girl a small smile. She craned her neck to place another gentle kiss to Kitty's lips, and the blonde smiled coyly.

"Okay." Kitty gave a small nod, her fingers playing with the zip at Quinn's side, her fingers tickling her rib cage.

Kitty glanced up to meet her gaze once more, and Quinn gave her a small smile, before slowly tugging the zip down the length of her side until her fingers could brush the bare skin of Quinn's hip, making her gasp at the unexpected contact. The girl placed a quick kiss to her hip, and Quinn chewed her lip nervously, her eyes darting across the room. She took a deep breath, attempting to calm her nerves. Swallowing her resolve, she took hold of Kitty's zipper, pulling it slowly down the middle of Kitty's back before grabbing her around the waist. She lifted her up and turned them over until Kitty was on her back, and she could tug the dress down, with the girl's help, until it fell to the floor beside the bed.

The blonde giggled, pausing for a moment to look down at Quinn's dress, "Does yours go over your head?" She asked with a grin, and Quinn nodded resignedly.

"I didn't have this scenario in mind when I bought the dress."

"Okay stand up." Kitty chuckled, pushing the girl to her feet before skipping to join her. She took hold of the bottom of Quinn's dress and began shimmying it upward, "Arms up." She ordered, and Quinn obliged with a chuckle, her moments of doubt forgotten. Kitty slid the dress over the blonde's head before tossing it in the direction of a bucket chair in the corner.

Suddenly Quinn felt very aware of the fact that she was stood in her underwear in front of someone who wasn't Rachel or Santana. And more importantly, someone who wasn't screaming 'My eyes!' She felt a little self-conscious, but resisted the urge to lift her arms to cover her stomach. For once she was grateful that Santana was such a busy-body and had forced her into wearing nice(r) underwear. Kitty took a slow step forward, until Quinn could feel the girl's skin brushing lightly against her own. She stared down at the girl, and her stomach turned again. Her chest felt tight as Kitty smiled up at her. As she glanced over to the bed, her head swam unpleasantly, and she took a step back from Kitty, who immediately frowned.

"Are you okay?"

"Um, yeah. I need you to just, uh…" She swallowed hard, her gaze darting around the room as she attempted to choose her words. "Okay, prepare yourself for another one of those awkward, embarrassing moments, okay?" She began pacing nervously, and Kitty took a step back before dropping down onto the bed.

"You're not a man are you? Oh God, are you secretly straight?" The blonde replied in a panicked voice, and Quinn stopped pacing to face the girl, shaking her head adamantly.

"No! I'm definitely not straight and…I promise I'm not a man." She frowned, shaking her head, "Um, actually it's just that…Oh God." She frowned up at the ceiling, taking deep breaths before blurting out, "I've never slept with someone before."

Kitty stared, slightly open-mouthed, "You've never slept with a girl?"

"No. And not just that. Like…anyone. Ever." She stood awkwardly in her underwear in front of the blonde, who was sat in silence, gazing around the bedroom.

"Oh. Okay. I see." Kitty nodded slowly and Quinn cleared her throat quietly.

"Yeah." There was another moment of uncomfortable silence, and she took a deep breath, "I'm really sorry. This whole thing is really weird and…I should have told you earlier and now it's awkward and, uh, I'm really sorry. I'll just, I'm gonna just go."

She turned on her heel, rushing over to the chair where her dress was scattered, her cheeks burning pink, but Kitty stood up suddenly, "Woah! Quinn, calm down. What are you? Do you want to…I don't, I mean, its okay, I…" She hovered nervously behind the girl, her expression set in a confused frown as Quinn began struggling with the inside-out garment. She said nothing to reply, and Kitty took a step forward to reach around her and put her hand on the dress.

The movement stilled Quinn's shaking fingers, and Kitty gently prized the fabric from her hands until she could lay it out on the chair again. Quinn was still facing the corner, refusing to turn around, and Kitty shifted unsurely for a moment before moving to stand directly behind Quinn. She wound her arms around the blonde's waist, holding her tightly and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her shoulder before resting her chin there.

"Are you okay?" She murmured, her thumb tracing small circles on Quinn's hip. She nodded quickly, and immediately felt silly. They stood in silence for a few moments, and Kitty chewed her cheek indecisively before taking a deep breath, "Okay. Quinn. I get that you're embarrassed and stuff so I'm just gonna say this like…honestly?" She shrugged and Quinn gave a small nod, "Okay. At first I was shocked because, like, well you're really cute and hot and I don't know why this hasn't happened sooner. But whatever, it's not important." She shrugged again, "Either way, if you wanna do this then awesome but if not then you're welcome to stay the night anyway and I don't feel like its awkward, I just wonder if maybe you want to wait so that your first time isn't, you know, on a first date? Or with someone you barely know? And who you didn't really like until about four hours ago. I don't know, it's up to you but yeah, whatever's cool with you is…cool with me." She trailed off with a slow nod.

Quinn stood silently for a few seconds, gazing down at Kitty's hands, which were clasped across her stomach. She lifted her hand, stroking her index finger along the length of Kitty's hand, and the blonde shivered, giggling quietly. Quinn shifted, moving so she could turn to face Kitty with the girl's arms still wound around her. She met the girl's eyes, and Kitty gave her a kind smile.

She nodded slowly, "I'm sorry." She admitted in a low voice, but Kitty shook her head with a shrug.

"Hey, don't worry about it! It's fine." She nodded encouragingly, "Seriously."

Quinn gave her a small smile, "Thanks."

"No problem." She replied easily, with a casual shrug, "Do you wanna go to bed? If I promise to keep my hands to myself?"

She nodded, grinning despite herself, and Kitty released her and moved towards the bed. Quinn followed behind her, perching on the edge of the mattress. Kitty tossed a pack of make-up remover wipes onto the bed for Quinn as she pulled the curtains either side of the bed closed, and joined the blonde under the covers. They quickly scrubbed away their make up, before settling down onto the pillows. Kitty took longer, turning and fluffing her pillow before resting her head.

Quinn grinned, "God. You'reso secretly nice."

"I know, right? Who knew?" Kitty shrugged, giggling.

"I still think you should be nicer to people when you meet them though." She added, and Kitty rolled her eyes.

"I dunno." She shrugged, "Not being nice got me a pretty good deal. When it comes to you."

Quinn smiled slyly, "I'm the exception that proves the rule."

Kitty shifted forward slightly, her legs tangling with Quinn's as they shifted to get comfortable. She leaned forward, craning her neck slightly to press her lips to Quinn's once more. The girl smiled into the kiss, lifting her hand to Kitty's neck and winding her hand into her hair. When the broke away, Quinn was smiling breathlessly.

"Hey, Kitty?"

"Sup?" The blonde grinned.

"Thank you for tonight." Quinn nodded, "I'm sorry that this date didn't turn out very…like, you know."

Kitty shrugged, "It's okay. I enjoyed myself."

"Me too. It was a good date." She smiled.

"You do owe me another one though." Kitty nodded earnestly.

Quinn chuckled, before nodding enthusiastically, "It's a date."

-oOo-

Quinn unlocked the door quietly, slowly pushing it open until she could slide her head through the gap and peek into the room. Santana was sprawled across the sofa in her underwear and one of Quinn's t-shirts, her mouth hanging open as she snored loudly. The blonde stifled a giggle as she edged into the room, tiptoeing to the pegs and removing her coat slowly. Barney was laid across Santana's legs, tangled in the blanket that Quinn suspected had started the night covering the girl, whilst Cobweb was curled up in a tight ball next to Santana's head. Quinn held her arm to her mouth to muffle her laughter as she took hold of the door handle. She pulled her arm back before slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

Santana made a loud grunting noise as she sat bolt upright. Cobweb, disrupted by the girl's movement, leapt off the couch, her claws clattering on the floor as she scarpered. Quinn fell into a fit of giggles as Barney took the opportunity to use Santana's legs as a launching pad. He jumped off the sofa with a messy scramble before jogging over to Quinn, who knelt down to greet him, whilst Santana groaned loudly, rubbing at her eyes.

"You are an ass hole!" She called over to the blonde before yawning and laying back down, "I look after your stupid pets all night just for you to wake me up, like, first thing in the morning."

She rolled over grumpily, and Quinn rolled her eyes, grinning as she fussed over Barney. Suddenly, the brunette sat upright once more, grabbing the back of the couch and pulling herself up so she could stare at the blonde.

"Hold on." She held up a finger, staring blankly at Quinn, "It's first thing in the morning."

"And the sunlight isn't burning your skin. The curse is lifted!" The blonde cheered flippantly, and Santana rolled her eyes.

"No, what I mean is…its first thing in the morning!" She vaulted over the back of the sofa before running over to Quinn, wrapping her arms around the girl's waist and lifting her into the air with a cheer. "Oh my God, my little girl is all grown up!" She pretended to wipe a tear away as Quinn rolled her eyes, taking a step back from the girl.

"Okay, calm down! Settle yourself."

"So how was it?" She asked excitedly, "I'll make coffee, you sit down. Tell me about it!"

Quinn rolled her eyes again, "Santana! Calm down, we didn't even-"

"What?" The girl stopped halfway to the kitchen, turning slowly to look at Quinn, pouting slightly, "Awh man. You didn't?"

She took a deep breath, "No. We didn't. We almost…did, but…no." She shrugged, "Sorry."

Santana sighed, sitting down at the dining table, her shoulders hunched with disappointment, "How come?"

"Well, I dunno, we were kissing and…everything and…you know, the date was really good! And we went back to her apartment and…it was all really good!" She grinned at the memory before realising that Santana was watching her. She immediately set her features straight, shifting uncomfortably.

Santana smirked to herself, "So then why didn't you do her?"

"I don't know. We were, like, halfway there…but I don't know. It just felt a little too soon." She shook her head with an uneasy shrug, "Our first date, and I don't know if I'm ready yet, you know."

The brunette sighed, nodding slowly, "I get that. But hey! You stayed over! You managed to circumnavigate one of the most awkward situations known to man. Congratulations, Q." She grinned cheerily, and Quinn chuckled, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Yeah, and I got her number and we're going to organise another date." She announced proudly, and Santana gasped.

"No way!" She giggled, "Quinnie gots game!" She chuckled to herself, and Quinn raised an eyebrow, "God, I am so good. Rachel's been finding you dates for weeks, months even. And I set you up on one date and you get this far. And a second date. The first person you've even been close to making a second date with. I am the best."

Quinn rolled her eyes and wandered over to the staircase, "I'm going to change out of this dress. I feel a little over-done for nine am, that's all. You can make coffee."

She jogged up the stairs, ignoring her thick head, and changed quickly. Her bed looked so inviting. Her limbs felt heavy and her mouth felt dry and fuzzy. She had suspected that she'd drank too much after the fourth cocktail. And then when she pulled them both down the stairs to Kitty's apartment. But now she was sure of it. And it hurt.

Returning downstairs with a yawn, she gratefully accepted the cup of strong coffee from Santana, who had also lined up two headache pills and a glass of water. Quinn gave her a grateful smile, and the brunette nodded knowingly before leaving in the direction of the couch once more. Quinn swallowed the pills quickly before joining the girl with a long sigh.

"So did you arrange a second date?" Santana asked, her eyebrows raised.

"No, but I gave her my number and she has mine." Quinn replied, grinning excitedly.

The brunette chuckled, "God, Quinn. Who knew you'd be so irritating when romance finally smacked you in the face?"

"Not me!" She replied brightly, and Santana giggled, shaking her head.

"You're a dork."

"Why are you wearing my t-shirt?" Quinn asked suddenly, "And why haven't you put any pants on yet?"

"Ugh!" Santana rolled her eyes, "When did you become a cop?"

"Put some pants on!" The blonde groaned, and Santana sighed heavily, reaching for her jeans and pulling them on, being sure to make as much fuss as possible.

When she was done, they sat in silence for a few moments, each sipping their coffee and lost in their own individual thoughts. Quinn was re-living the night before and wishing she had been…well, smoother. Less awkward. Less…shuffle-y. She made a mental note to be cooler next time she saw Kitty. Santana was gazing around the living room and contemplating redecorating Quinn's apartment while the girl was out. The paintwork was rather faded. They were interrupted by a buzzing, and Quinn reached out for her bag from the evening before, which was abandoned on the arm of the sofa. After scrabbling around, she finally retrieved her phone and turned it so she could read the name that had appeared on the screen.

"That's not Berry, is it?" Santana groaned, before perking up suddenly, "Ooh! But if it is, can I gloat about how awesome your date was?"

"It's not Rachel." The blonde revealed, glancing sidelong at Santana, who gasped.

"Is it her?"

"She text me." Quinn admitted with a pleased grin.

Hey :) just got to training and was thinking of you K xxx

"No way!" Santana clapped her hands against her thighs excitedly, "Holy shit! It's finally happening!"

"Shut up." The blonde chuckled, "You're such a geek."

"Reply! What are you going to say?"

"I don't know." She shrugged before tapping out a response.

Good. Santana is quizzing me all about you ;) Q xxx

"What are you doing? Why would you tell her that?" Santana looked horrified, "And why didn't you run that past me! You know I'm so much better with girls than you are!"

"Do you think I'll sound weird?" Quinn frowned, biting her lip worriedly.

"Yes!"

And what are you saying? Only good things I hope xxxx

"Four kisses." The blonde shrugged smugly, "Just sayin'"

"Holy shit." Santana shook her head slowly, looking amazed.

What else could I possibly say? Xxxx

"Oh my God." The brunette whispered in a voice filled with wonder, "I've created a monster."

Quinn snorted, turning to give her best friend a sarcastic stare, before calling out, "It's aliiiive!" and waving her hands in the air.

You are so smooth. I have to go stretch now ;) call you later xxxxx

"Oh my God, she's going to go stretch!" Santana gasped, "And she told you that she was going to go stretch! She wanted you to know that she's going to go stretch! Oh my God. You're so gonna get some."

The blonde giggled coyly as Santana rambled, before shrugging happily, "You know, I just might."

Santana held her hand aloft with a proud grin, and Quinn chuckled, reaching up to slap the girl's hand triumphantly. The brunette nodded to herself,

"That's my girl."