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The feeling traveled for all her body, the anxious was clouding her five senses and she started to feel incredibly nervous, that kind of nervousness that you can feel your heart beating in your ears. And all the crowd around her looking for someone or just rushing to some place wasn't helping.

Airports are always so stressing filled with annoying people, why this place couldn't be a little calmer and relaxing? Santana really hated airports, but it was what she needed to do.

A cheap excuse was enough to fool Brittany this morning, she just said that she needed to go to New York for some work issues this weekend, and being the innocent woman that she is Brittany easily bought what she said.

Santana never thought that Quinn would call her, she was losing all hope of seeing her again honestly, but it happened. Quinn called her because she missed her. She was missing Santana, and it was all that she needed to hear before taking the next flight to Canada.

What else she needed? Nothing, just those words coming from those pink lips and a short text telling her that she would be outside the only bookstore of the airport.

It was Saturday, past noon. And the weather there was nice.

Santana took off her jacket given the heat there. She didn't know anything about Toronto's weather so she packed a little bit of everything.

She took a deep breath, drank the last sip of water left in her bottle and once the old lady with some funny uniform gave her the bag, she started to walk towards that bookstore.

It seemed like her feets were walking on their own though, all her body felt different and nervous but happiness was surrounding her.

It took Quinn a whole month to finally call her and just a few seconds for Santana to decide that she wanted to be in Canada. The few hours in that plane were the worse, however. She couldn't sleep because her mind kept taking her to different scenarios.

Imaginary scenarios.

Day dreaming? Yeah, maybe one of the best things that Santana had ever done, because in her mind she and Quinn were happily together, living in some apartment in New York, the city of her dreams, and loving each other with an impressive passion. A couple of kids in a few years, in the future maybe, with Quinn's eyes preferably and all of them with a serious talent in the art department.

It sounded so good, it made her even feel happy just to think about it. But unfortunately, the reality was painted with a different color.

That could always change though. She was there for a reason too, she needed some answers because after the last agonizing weeks she knew perfectly what she wanted. But she needed to feel that again to be one hundred percent sure. She needed to feel that really intense and unknown feeling again, the one that she gets every time she kisses Quinn, every time she touches her or even when she sees her smiling.

It was something scary and exciting, all her rational thoughts were screaming to walk away from there, but she really couldn't. She didn't want to either.

From afar, she could see a sign. The bookstore that Quinn told her.

And as she walked closer, Santana spotted her.

Instantly her heart began to accelerate and a big smile arrived at her face.

That big excitement could be easily mistaken for love.

Quinn was wearing a dress just like her, but Santana was sure that the blonde looked thousand of times more beautiful. Hypnotizing.

She was biting her lip, nervously it seemed, with her arms crossed waiting for her. Santana's own hands began to sweat and her heart was doing something so funny inside of her that she thought it would come out of her chest at any time.

Finally.

When she was closer, Quinn finally saw her, and her whole face lit up in a way that Santana loved it. It was like seeing a pool of water after being lost in the desert.

Santana didn't have the time to react immediately. It all happened in a flash.

Without words, without saying anything, Quinn walked the few steps left and wrapped her in her arms, hugging her so tight that she had to make an extra effort to breathe properly.

Her vanilla smell was already fluttering in the form of hundred of butterflies inside of her. It took Santana just a few seconds to let her bag fall from her shoulder before hugging her just as tight.

The joy she was feeling was like... like nothing really.

Santana breathed in, with a smile still intact in her lips before kissing the side of Quinn's head.

She didn't think that Quinn would greet her like that honestly, she wasn't complaining at all but it was still a surprise.

A really nice surprise.

They stayed in the same position for long minutes, enjoying each other's warmth after weeks of being apart. Hug Quinn, it's possibly one of the most incredible things in the whole fucking world. Santana really wanted to stay like that for ever.

Even for ever was a short amount of time.

Quinn's breath was tickling the skin of her neck giving her goose bumps, and she planted a soft kiss there before lifting her head. When their eyes met, just like always happen as cheesy as it sounds, the time stopped.

If it weren't for gravity Santana would be flying right now.

How can someone be so addictive?

Quinn gentle but quickly grabbed her cheeks in her hands, and she finally crashed their lips together.

It was a slow, sweet kiss at first, but then they added the passion and the kiss was simply mind blowing. Santana was feeling so damn happy that she couldn't help but smile. Finally, the gods were playing in her favor. The girl she was so crazy about was in her arms kissing her back with those perfect lips of hers and just like she remembered.

Kissing Quinn again was incredible, it was fantastic.

Santana pulled slightly back when the air was a problem, once she recovered though, she quickly kissed Quinn again.

She just couldn't get enough.

They kissed not really caring about the time or place. Santana was finally making true her latest dreams so she wasn't going to stop.

But when the air was again a problem, they pulled away, with sincere smiles looking into each other's eyes until Quinn hugged her, contentedly sighing against her neck and descending her hands from Santana's soft bare arms, touching every inch of skin available.

"You're here," Quinn said with her words muffled by tan skin, but the emotion behind her voice was heard with clarity.

With a smile and her soul renewed, Santana took her bag from the floor after putting her jacket back on and without even asking, she took Quinn's hand in hers, walking in the direction of her Hotel room.

In that very moment, life was being good.

They didn't go to Santana's Hotel to get her well settled after a long flight and take a nap maybe, of course not.

When the door closed behind them their lips were once again in each other's mouths, their hands were immediately touching and caressing the skin they missed so much and their hearts were beating fast with happiness.

Nothing but heavy breaths, panting and kisses were heard in the room for hours. And it wasn't a dream, Santana wasn't dreaming about having Quinn like she used to have her before that all collapsed, it was actually happening.

This thing wasn't even about cheating anymore, it was far from some simple flying between them.

Santana was falling hard and there wasn't any firm ground in sight.

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Three hours of sex without stopping could be a little too much for some people, but certainly not to them, in fact, it was still not enough.

Quinn kissed Santana's lips, smiling before resting her head on her naked chest. The brunette quickly hugged her back pressing their bodies impossibly tight, it seemed like they were just one person.

"I missed you."

The words made Santana open her eyes.

She wasn't the only one missing.

"I missed you too Quinn." She said back and Quinn looked into brown eyes properly, but those eyes were looking at her with something Santana didn't understand.

However, before she could think more about it Quinn leaned down and kissed her once again, so gently and soft that made Santana wonder if she kissed her at all.

"You're here until tomorrow, right?" The blonde nuzzled in every inch of Santana's face after the question, her cheeks, nose, lips, chin. Softly caressing the tip of her perfect nose with Santana's skin. She was like a little kitten and Santana couldn't help but melt at her cuteness.

"My flight leaves tomorrow night." She informed her once her hands innocently reached Quinn's butt.

Quinn's butt was insanely perfect and she had it right there, so clearly she couldn't let pass the opportunity.

"Do you want me to show you around?"

Well, Santana could happily be in her Hotel room until tomorrow with Quinn's company, honestly she doesn't need anything else from Canada, she would rather enjoy the blonde that was currently on top of her than any place in the country. But Quinn was looking at her so excited that she just couldn't say no.

"Alright"

The blonde's smile got wide before removing her body from Santana, giving her a really good view of her nakedness.

Is she real at all?

"Let's take a shower then. I'll take you to the most beautiful restaurant here, it's right in front of the beach near this Hotel so we can walk there." Quinn said before entering the bathroom without closing the door.

Santana looked at the ceiling with a grin that no one could wipe off her face.

The answer she was looking for was there, she found it.

It was always there though.

She wants Quinn, and she doesn't want to just have her fingers deep inside of her, she wants it all. Santana wants to know about her past, about her story, what's her favorite color, her favorite food, what makes her feel sad, what makes her feel scary, happy, She wants to know what Quinn wants now, what she wanted yesterday and what she'll want tomorrow. She wants to have long talks at nights, share laughs, smiles, kisses, cheesy moments and fights. She wants to proudly hold her hand on the streets and introduce her as something more than just a fuck buddy.

She wants Quinn, all of her.

Sorry for Brittany, but Santana can't keep lying to herself anymore. It's as clear as water, her wife is not the one who makes her heart skip a beat nowadays.

If she even did that to her in the past...

She doubted it.

"Am I going to shower alone?" Her suggestive voice took Santana out of her thoughts.

She quickly stood up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom to shower.

Life was being good. She mentally repeated with a smirk.

"I told you, the air it's warmer here. People always come to this place at nights looking for fresh air, this day is surprisingly empty though, I don't know why."

"Better that way, we have the beach just for us."

Quinn shyly nodded before pressing her body closer to Santana's.

It was beautiful. Just as Quinn said the big and glamorous restaurant was right in front of a small beach. The sight was mesmerizing and the sea breeze just added that romantic thing.

The food and wine were good, they talked about everything but always ignoring the big topic. After a small argument about who should pay that of course, Santana won, Quinn suggested a walk to the beach.

And that's where they are now, with Santana's arm firmly around Quinn's shoulder while their feets take them to an unknown destination.

Skin touching skin, when Quinn took Santana's hand that was resting on her shoulder something inside of her lit up. It was maybe the moment, the overwhelmed joy she was feeling, who knows? But Santana was feeling something so strong that scared her.

It wasn't the sunset in front of them that was captivating Santana, it was Quinn, her perfume and her hand over hers.

In slow motion Santana turned her around, positioning her right in front of her face to face. Quinn gave her a confused smile, but she still put her hands on her cheeks. Always feels like to be in a movie with Quinn, with an unknown end.

Something in that moment didn't let her breath properly and her chest was burning but in a really good way.

Jeez, how old am I? Seventeen?

Santana shook her head returning Quinn's smile before kissing those irresistible lips. It was impossible to not do it.

Having feelings for that special person can change your entire kissing dynamic and how you view what a kiss means to someone. A drunken hookup is worthless in Santana's eyes. Now at least, she'd much rather look someone in the eyes and sees the beauty that lies beyond. It's just this small window of euphoria that can only truly last for a few seconds. But Quinn can make that emotion last for long minutes.

And her heart stops. She knows in that very moment that Quinn is the only thing that matters in the entire world for her. It's incredible and frightening. But realization hits her so hard with this kiss. It's like jumping into a pool, that split second before you hit the water. She doesn't know what to expect but she knows how she feels.

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because the reality is finally better than your dreams. And right now, Santana doesn't want to fall asleep.

Hesitant, anxious, butterflies, nervous. Afraid she's gonna mess everything up with her next words.

All the songs and cheesy movies suddenly make sense.

Santana doesn't believe too much in destiny and soulmates. But she does believe that everyone has a counterpart, someone who can fill all her being and complete every sense of her. If that truly exist, then she's sure that Quinn is that person, not Brittany.

Santana pulled away from the sweet kiss and looked into those so beautiful and hypnotizing eyes.

They've been doing this for almost a year and that intense feeling all it does is grow.

How not love someone that is so close to perfection anyway? If Quinn doesn't is already.

"I want to be with you." Santana whispered the words close to the blonde's lips, feeling against her chest how Quinn's heart started to accelerate as well.

There is some sort of intention in her eyes, surprise and something so much deep and complicated that Santana couldn't really read well. Those hazel eyes were smiling but she wasn't actually smiling with her lips. They were bright though, bright like never before.

Quinn's beauty overshadows the beauty of the night. And she's saying so many things with her face without saying anything but Santana can't guess, she needs to hear something after those big words. And soon because she was starting to panic.

Sensations of new beginnings weren't so present within her like a few seconds ago anymore.

Santana looked how Quinn's eyes looked at her lips and then, it just happened.