She gulped down her hot coffee, grimacing at the taste, thinking that perhaps it was just the taste of something so hot; the burning intensified to the point of pain. But it was okay, really.

Everything was okay nowadays.

She watched her face, and her eyes never shifted; Santana was lying on her stomach, completely relaxed with one of her hands under the pillow while Beth's small body was exactly in the same position.

The sight was adorable.

Santana still looked so young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. She was the most beautiful woman living in this cruel world to Quinn.

The delicious smell of rain was in the air. The notes of a distant song which someone was singing next door reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the blue sky showing here and there through the clouds.

She watched her two favorite people and couldn't contain the strong need to get closer. So she easily put the cup of coffee over the nightstand and took off her slippers. She eased herself under the covers once again, the heavy sheets quickly warmed her body as she removed Santana's hand from behind the pillow before putting it around her own waist.

She settled back contentedly and supposed that when Santana said so many years ago that she was a heavy sleeper she actually meant that she dies in her sleep; because seriously, someone could drop a bomb right next to her right now and Santana still would be sleeping.

Her obvious joy touched her like warm sunlight as she let her nose touch the tip of Santana's. The merger of their bodies was so beautifully perfect. Santana's arm around her waist felt so light yet heavy, it was just the right pressure. She draped her arms over Santana's shoulders and massaged the muscles of her neck, her tan and soft skin. God, how she loved Santana's neck, Quinn loved how cute and esthetic it looked.

With her nose Quinn touched Santana's cheek, Santana's chin, every single feature of Santana's face. She just wanted to absorb her and walk around for the rest of her days with Santana's encased in her skin.

Quinn closed her eyes, breathed happily through her nose before pressing her lips slightly against her mouth. And as she thought, the sexy woman before her didn't wake up. So, with all the enthusiasm in the world she captured Santana's bottom lip between her own, and even if Santana wasn't even moving her so very soft lips against Quinn's, this still earned some crazy heart beats inside her chest. It was heart stopping, actually.

She tried again, and again, and again, applying more and more pressure with her mouth. And then Santana began, little by little, to lazily kiss her back.

"I want to drink strawberry." She murmured sleepy against her mouth.

Quinn chuckled as she reached for her cheek, she felt Santana press her body more firmly against her and well, apparently she was still kind of asleep and talking nonsense.

Her heart beating rapidly both from the memory and Santana's lips still against her own. Quinn placed her hands on Santana's chest, relishing the feeling of her body. Her habit was to tug Santana into her embrace, nuzzle into her neck and stroke her hands on every inch of her available. So she did that, and when she playfully bit the sensitive skin of her neck Santana finally opened her eyes.

Her precious voice spoke softly. "Hey there, little vampire."

Santana's voice was deep and gravelly, like always in the mornings. It nearly drove her mad.

She once heard one of the girls in college say that Santana had the voice of a sex goddess, but because Quinn had never really heard what a sex goddess sounds like, she couldn't really verify that, but that girl must have been right.

Her heart had always been a bird that fluttered at the sound of Santana's voice, as if trying to fly to the point in the sky where white meets blue.

Who wouldn't go crazy with that voice anyway?! Quinn thought to herself before smiling at Santana, kissing her cheek.

"Hey there my soldier."

"No more soldier please," She began. "I think I prefer firefighter now, pretty much sure they expelled me after hitting my commander." Santana joked, her chocolate-brown eyes twinkled as she spoke.

Quinn just giggled, really happy that they could talk about this right now as if it was just an old memory and honestly—she was surprised as well because Santana just said more than five words this early in the morning.

"Well your firefighter uniform is hot as well." She beamed arching an eyebrow suggestively and Santana gave her a half smirk.

Her arm went around Quinn's waist once again as she reached forward and grabbed her quickly, hugging Quinn and sheltering her from the cold, now Santana lay covering Quinn's body with her own.

"I think I look smokin' hot on every uniform," Her cockiness was sort of attractive in a way when she said it.

Quinn rolled her eyes gaily, knowing that Santana was full of herself and knowing too, that she couldn't exactly contradict her.

Quinn lifted her hand and pulled down her grey hoodie to cover her stomach again, Santana's hoodie actually. She looked into her brown eyes then focused her attention on her beautiful, luscious looking lips.

She leaned forward and kissed Santana sweetly. She loved how her mouth felt on hers and she made sure to linger onto each kiss before they parted. Santana smiled down at her and kissed her lips softly once more.

She had the sun in her smile.

"Good morning." Santana whispered in that ridiculously attractive breathy voice of hers before kissing her nose.

"Morning," Quinn said drowsy.

Was she dreaming? Quinn closed her eyes for a split second. No she wasn't, she was not dreaming.

She was absolutely over the moon. Never in her life had anything been so good. She was so occupied with Santana and Beth all the time that honestly and literally, Quinn couldn't even imagine life before these three weeks. This was her happy life now. She had been staying at Santana's apartment for a little less than a month. Puck didn't want to sign the divorce but that didn't matter because she was with Santana, and the divorce was just a mere formality, at least right now.

The only problem was that some of her things and clothes were still at Puck's house but she didn't want to go, honestly. Not that Santana would let her go alone either. And she really didn't want Puck to meet Santana because the last time she saw him about ten days ago one Friday when Santana was at work, he warned her that he wouldn't sign a damn thing and Santana better watch her back.

She didn't recognize him; he was so mad and drunk and Quinn really thought he would hit her in that moment, but then he just started to cry and that was when Quinn left. Of course, feeling terrible with herself.

She knew that Puck must be feeling miserable but she couldn't really do or say anything to help him. At least for the time being.

"Where did your head go?" Whispered a voice above her.

"Nowhere." Quinn offered her a smile, though inwardly alarm bells were still ringing. And judging by Santana's face she didn't buy it, she eyed her suspiciously.

Honestly, some of these thoughts might be easier to accept and apply if Santana weren't so impulsive.

For the corner of her eye, she saw Beth moving towards them.

"Well look who's awake already!" Santana quickly climbed off of her to Beth's side, way too excited. Quinn watched them as Santana's hands grabbed Beth's body and dragged her closer. With a steadying hand at the small of her back. Santana leaned in and kissed Beth's already smiling cheek. "Good morning to the most beautiful girl, how did you sleep?"

Beth smiled sleepy at Santana before tumbling her body against her breast.

Her morning mood was definitely the same as Santana's.

"I think someone's still sleepy." Quinn said.

Beth was safely under Santana's arm with her head resting on her stomach. Quinn slipped an arm around Santana's waist as well and rested her head comfortably on Santana's shoulder so that way they were both laying on the brunette's body. She relaxed in her arms. And it felt so good, so safe and so perfect there, that Quinn couldn't believe there could be any wrong in it. Santana's arms were strong, and her body warm.

"Well she's not the only one sleepy, a sexy woman interrupted my sweet dreams this morning. Any idea of who it was?" Santana said after kissing her forehead. Her tone was as playfully affectionate as the action which had accompanied her words.

"No idea. But if I find her I'm sure she will regret it."

Santana chuckled deeply and Quinn's eyes shot back up to her. Her lips fell open and she couldn't tear her eyes away from Santana's simply because of that incredible sound.

She was just about to peck her lips when Beth's voice called out to her.

"I'm hungry."

Santana smiled and removed the arm that was currently around Quinn to hold Beth, making eye contact with her daughter. Santana kissed yet again Beth's cheek and Quinn's heart fluttered.

It was a nice moment, just like every moment now; day and night. Every second of every day was full of these wonderful moments.

Suddenly everything started to fall into place.

"You want some chocolate milk?" Santana asked and Beth shook her head.

"Pizza,"

"Pizza?" Santana laughed in joyful amazement. "I think pizza is not an option."

Her daughter looked so comfortable with Santana and it was perfect. Beth already loved Santana and that really made her feel happy. They spend all the time together and they do all sorts of things together.

There are just a few sights more heart-warming than the view in front of her right now.

So again, how was her life before these three weeks?

She didn't remember.

"You're right, it's not." Quinn said as Santana grinned lazily at Beth, proving a fact.

"Told you."

"I'll make us a healthy breakfast, okay?"

"Alright boss, I'll be here with Beth. With my eyes closed, but here nonetheless."

Quinn allowed a happy little grin to steal across her as she stood up from bed, without realizing how Santana's eyes followed her every step.

Days off were fucking awesome.

Santana didn't know how much she missed the firefighter station until she started working again, but a day off was nice, too. Even more now that she had her big two loves living with her in her apartment. Well, they were not exactly living with her but they were at least staying in her apartment these days.

She was so happy, anyone could see it in her eyes. Santana was as happy as she had ever been in her life and she couldn't help but sing around the house everyday.

After the wonderful breakfast that Quinn made, Santana just sat on the couch with Beth playing on the floor below her before turning on the TV with some bored cartoons that her daughter loved. Quinn was getting ready to go, she needed to leave in a few minutes to an interview so Beth would stay with her; they both will be alone for the first time without Quinn and Santana didn't know why she was kind of nervous about it.

What if Beth starts to cry? What if she misses Quinn? What would Santana do?

She loves her daughter more than she loves life—more than she loves herself. She tells her daughter she loves her about 138 times a day. How not to? Elizabeth was the cutest baby alive; the perfect mix between her and Quinn. A flawless snub nose, beautiful slightly pink cheeks, full puffy lips, dimples that appear to tease and taunt any admirers, a blonde hair like a golden sunset, and the most gorgeous innocent pairs of light brown eyes.

She got Quinn's looks, mostly. But she got Santana's temper.

Her daughter was really pretty, but her temperament difficult to handle sometimes. Santana still didn't know what to do with her alone because Quinn had been there all the time and she was really useless to this new motherhood thing. Besides, Beth asked for Puck a few days ago. Not that Santana would ever admit it to anyone but that broke her heart a little bit.

So what if Beth loved him more than her? What if her daughter prefer him?

Jeez, it was fucking obvious that she did love him more, but it was something natural and normal, right? Because Beth barely knew her after all.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a loud shouting of "Elizabeth!" Then something heavy, metallic fell on her bare feet emptying all the air out of her lungs.

"Shit!" Santana whimpered, her head down in pain, leaving her unable to catch a good quality breath.

She was so distracted that never noticed Beth grabbing the damn vase over the coffee-table.

"I told you not to touch those things!" Said Quinn before walking toward them with a towel still on her head wearing a worried expression.

"I wanted to show Tanny the vase." Beth said pouting, and her eyes blazed with comic horror. Her words still weren't clear enough but Santana had learned how to decipher them.

And she smiled at her nickname. The pain in her feet already forgotten. Tanny was the first thing Beth tried to say to her because Santana was way too long of a name and apparently difficult to pronounce to her daughter.

The word mom was still out of the question.

"Hey, don't worry my little chipmunk. It doesn't hurt." Oh but it did hurt. A lot. Santana bent down to pick her up and noticed that Beth was crying. Tears spilled from her eyes and streaked down her pretty face. Santana sat her on her lap and Beth immediately buried her face on her neck, her soul melted completely with the little girl in her arms. "Your mommy is exaggerating, please don't cry."

"I'm not exaggerating, she needs to understand when she's not allowed to do or touch something." Their glances met, and then gradually the seriousness of Quinn's look melted into a smile. Quinn made her voice stern, just for Beth, and was kind of hot, actually. But couldn't quite keep the smile off her face when Santana looked at her. "And judging by your face I would say that it did hurt, liar."

Santana rolled her eyes and raised her eyebrows. Almost offended. "Absolutely not."

Quinn giggled teasingly, fluttering her eyelashes. Then stepped toward them and her faint, sweet scent winding through Santana's senses immediately. Like a moth to a well-tended flame, Quinn drew closer and closer until Santana was trapped in her inescapable spell. She leaned down to kiss her cheek and Santana's eyes fluttered closed, her lips parted ever so slightly.

Goddammit this woman and her sweetness.

Quinn walked away back to their room and Santana stared at her dumbfounded for awhile.

It was strange the way she loved Quinn, an almost casual love, as if loving her were simply a matter of course, too natural to mention. Like their first meeting on that coffee-shop when she'd hardly so much as glanced at her. Santana thought that she was looking for perfection and she was in fact her perfection.

As Quinn disappeared into the room, she felt it.

Santana didn't want to open her eyes when she felt it. The small kiss felt like a dance, a harmonious and beauiful dance full of life. Beth kissed her cheek in such a tender way and looked at her still with teary eyes.

"Sorry." She murmured.

Santana's smile widened; she just couldn't help it. "Don't worry baby girl, really. I don't care. It doesn't even hurt."

She noticed a look that it was purely Quinn, and her chest ached. Beth and Quinn shared the same tenderness in her eyes, Their eyes were always so shiny so it was impossible to know whether their eyes were watering because of tears or not.

"Let's just forget about it okay?"

"Okay," Beth said, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Santana always thought that babies were prettier and cuter when they belong to someone else. But how wrong she was.

"Okay," Santana repeated with a grin, squeezing Beth's sides affectionately. "So now I'm going back to bed, want to tag along?" Beth didn't reply right away, but she rested her head against Santana's chest once more and that was answer enough. Santana took that as a yes.

She walked back to their room with Beth in her arms and when she reached the bedroom, she noticed Quinn in the bathroom applying the last details before go.

She looked gorgeous in a casual but chic outfit, tight jeans, a white blouse and that coat that Santana loved how it looked on her, her hair was free, the long, loose curls cascading down her shoulders and back. Quinn looked like she was perfectly ready to pose for a magazine cover and her own distinctive perfume was already mingling with the exotic scent of her hair.

"Alright, I'm ready." She announced, emerging from the bathroom.

"Ready? More like fucking ready." Santana agreed with a chuckle.

She carefully placed Beth under the covers and handed her the feeding bottle, turning on the TV on some stupid baby show about elephants. Beth was already closing her eyes again and Santana couldn't help but smile.

She could swear she could feel her heart starting to become inflamed as she watched her daughter devolp everyday before her eyes. The rising of each sun held the promise of another adventure to be had and another day of discovery to be unfolded. Beth was perfect, Santana was happy simply knowing that she was safe and happy too. She loved her giggles and the laughter. She loved the small kisses and the hugs. There wasn't much she didn't like about being a mom; she loved even the ugly parts. If there was any.

"That habit is indisputably yours, you know." Quinn said from behind her. Santana gave a small sigh when she felt Quinn's arms around her. She breathed a long breath in and a longer breath out and closed her eyes as Quinn's fragile hands slid under her sweatshirt.

"Which habit?" Santana turned around, she pushed her own hand up flat onto the space between Quinn's chest and throat. The words seemed to bounce off every light in the room and down the hall. The sound of rain on her window was really calming. Not as calming as Quinn's hands now on her cheeks though.

"The habit of sleep in, wake up and then sleep again." Quinn kissed her jaw and cheek. Santana felt the longing where her kiss had begun tingling near her ear. But almost as a reflex, she rubbed her ear against her shoulder and edged a little further into Quinn's embrace, fire streaking through her veins. She didn't know why she was especially ticklish when Quinn's lips touch her anywhere, maybe just because of her softness. "And she's just as ticklish as you are."

"In my case, I'm only ticklish when your lips are involved," Santana objected and Quinn smiled. It was magic. Her magic was something Santana could never articulate, not even to herself, because Quinn was ever changing, ever leaving her mystified.

She leaned in until she could smell Quinn's mint breath, and under that, the scent of her body lotion. Santana's eyes traced her face from her forehead to her chin, then she pressed her lips to Quinn's gently as Quinn's hands went to her shoulders and she kissed her back right away, making Santana's heart thump in her chest.

She lifted her head, breathing hard already, tilted her head and stroking her tongue over Quinn's bottom lip and then taking advantage of the sigh that parted her lips and granted her access to the sweetest mouth she'd been dreaming about.

Quinn tangled her fingers in her hair, striving to be closer. A deep half sigh, half groan purred from the back of her throat. Her tongue met hers with abandon and Santana felt the heat stroking her entire body.

She pulled back several delicious moments later, not even close to being done with her.

"I've got to go." Quinn said. She leaned over and kissed Santana on the forehead, a kiss so full of affection that it dispelled her obtuseness, even as it caused her heart to plummet, because all kisses are calibrated, and this one revealed the great chasm between affection and love. This so big love between them.

God, she lived for the way Quinn's face melted into softness as she kisses her, as she slept safe in the strength of her arms, as the way her hand slid into hers; a fragile, tentative hold almost lost in her palm.

Quinn smiled against her skin and rubbed her jaw along her collar bone, pulling the scent of her deeply into Santana's lungs. She was so enchanted by Quinn's beauty that she forgot how to think for a moment.

She nodded to Quinn's previous words anyhow, pecking her lips one more time before walking her to the front door. She opened it for Quinn and offered her a tight hug.

"Good luck babe,"

"Thank you."

"See you at lunch." The mischievous grin Santana gave her made Quinn's eyes narrow playfully.

Quinn nodded, and after one more smile she was out of the apartment and Santana headed quickly to the bathroom to shower.

One hour later, or less probably. Probably just thirty fucking minutes later—Santana opened her eyes again with the most annoying sound ever.

Who the fuck knocks the door when there's a really large bell next to the door anyway?

She looked at the wall clock and it was already one o'clock; two hours had passed, not thirty minutes. Quinn had been gone for more than two hours and that made Santana frown.

It must be her anyway, but she had keys which still was weird.

Beth was still comfortably sleeping next to her so Santana got up carefully.

She walked sleepy towards the front door but when she opened it, she didn't expect to see her friend standing there. Her eyes opened and she swallowed hard as she met her gaze.

"Rachel?" It wasn't meant to sound that way, but her voice was kinda cold and distant.

"I was around here and decide to stop by," Rachel grinned brightly up at Santana. "Can I come in?"

Santana just looked at her friend for awhile no able to breathe properly. She couldn't trust her own emotions. Which emotional reactions were justified, if any? She found herself fiercely limiting her emotional reactions, chastising herself for possible distortions and misunderstandings.

After all, she hadn't seen her friend since that kiss about a month ago.

"Um, yeah come in." She said reluctantly.

Santana closed the door behind them and followed Rachel to the couch, sitting on the edge opposite to her.

She looked down at her hands, suddenly finding them very interesting, they were sweaty. She was nervous, so freaking nervous and she was hiding the fact that she was on the verge of barfing.

"How are you?" Rachel asked softly.

Santana looked at her, unhurriedly, watching Rachel's hair fresh from the bath, her expressive face completely free of cosmetic powder and paint and her slight but elegant figure. If anything, it seemed like Rachel wasn't just around here and stopped by.

"I'm okay, you?"

"Fine thank you." She pursed her lips in concentration, swiveling her head to continue her survey of Santana's modest living space. "So where's Quinn?"

"Not here." Santana quickly answered, she didn't think it was relevant to tell her friend she was out in an interview for a job to teach art in some elementary school.

Not that Rachel cared anyway.

"And where's Beth?"

"Sleeping."

The air filled with awkwardness then. The floor beneath her lurched suddenly, and a movement from the other side of the couch in which she sat startled her. Her brown eyes flashed upwards. Rachel was now sitting right next to her. Maybe, too close for her liking. Santana looked at her and cocked her head as if she did not understand. She could feel Rachel's eyes searching hers for a response. And the feel of Rachel's breath close to her ear sent shivers crawling down her back.

She caught Santana's attention with a subtle touch, tracing the exposed skin of Santana's wrist with her fingers until they came to rest over her hand. Sighing, she placed her shaky fingers between Santana's fingers, her thumb caressed the back of her hand as she gazed into her face.

For two best friends, the gesture felt completely wrong.

"Don't, please." Santana whispered, pulling her hands off of Rachel's.

Rachel's cheeks were already wet, her eyes puffy and red. Santana had hurt her and Rachel almost laughed, Santana could see it on her face, but it caught in her throat. Ashamed, Rachel looked to the floor and brought her hands together, picking at her nails nervously. The vulnerable image of her friend culminated in a hurricane of emotions that Santana could barely survive without her heart bursting from its place within her chest.

"Can we just pretend that it never happened?"

Rachel looked at Santana as if she just said the stupidest thing in the world. "I can't."

"But—"

"I don't think I can go back to being just your friend, Santana. That's the thing."

"Jeez," Santana managed in a guttural tone as Rachel kept looking at her, more curious than anything. "I mean why do you even like me? I thought we were friends." A tear shone from the corner of Rachel's right eye, a glistening bead that caught the light, shining as it slowly ran down her pale cheek. "You're getting in the way of my relationship with Quinn."

"Well I'm very glad I happen to be in the way,"

Suddenly, Santana doubled over as a wave of emotion filled her. At first she could not place it; but then, as her brow furrowed and hands clenched, she knew. It was rage. It soon subsided. She didn't knew why Rachel awakened such a terrible anger inside of her in that moment, but soon it turned into confusion.

"So you're glad that you could ruin the only good thing that has happened to your friend in her whole life just for a stupid crush?"

"It's not a crush!"

Before Santana could say anything, a peal of thunder broke across the sky outside, and the sound seemed to shake the entire building. It was comforting somehow, and helped to slow the frantic beating of her heart.

She kept her gaze on Rachel, but Rachel looked away and refused to meet her eyes. She shifted in her seat, taking deep breaths and looking out the window to her left.

Santana felt confused. She was unsure now of who had hurt whom.

She wanted so badly to reach out and comfort Rachel, but she held back. Something inside her still told that it was a bad idea.

"Do you... love me?" She asked sincerely, searching Rachel's eyes desperately, obviously hoping she was pulling some kind of trick on her.

This sure as hell escalated rather quickly.

"I don't." Rachel started and swallowed. "I mean, I don't know." She shook her head. "No. I don't think so." She bit the inside of her cheek nervously.

"Then why can't we move on?" She asked, Santana looked even more confused than she had already been, the urge to know overwhelmed her.

The woman before her shook her head again, "I wish it could be that easy."

Santana really hated how she did understand Rachel. She hated the situation and she hated herself in this moment. She reached out a hand to touch her and ran her fingers hesitantly over the hard muscles of Rachel's shoulder.

"I just can't see you in that way, I'm sorry."

"But you don't know! What if we try? You can't be sure about something if you haven't tried. You did kiss me back after all, you must have felt something."

And she did, but it was just a nice feeling, the feeling you get when you enjoy a kiss, nothing else. It wasn't love.

Santana had been in that place before as well, with Quinn. She had been crazy about her and she still could remember how badly it hurt when she thought that Quinn didn't return her feelings. Because when you have strong feelings for someone, and they don't return them it really stings. When you love someone and that person doesn't love you back it can feel like your world is ending. The pain is very real, you can't control how you feel, but you can learn to get past the pain of romantic rejection and move on with your life. And Santana really needed Rachel to understand that because she still needed her best friend.

Maybe say 'It's not big deal' or 'I don't love you' could actually make it worse in the long run, but Santana thought that it was best to be honest.

She didn't want to hurt her friend but apparently she already did.

Who knows? Maybe years ago before meeting Quinn, it might have worked.

"I'm in love with Quinn, Rachel; I've been for the last five years." She gave her friend a sympathetic smile and squeezed her shoulder before removing her hand. "You deserve someone special who could love you back, the fact that I can't return your love doesn't mean that no one will."

Rachel opened her mouth to speak, but shut it quickly a few times. "But I don't want anyone else." Rachel said stubbornly. It seemed like it didn't matter what Santana say or how she say it. "This is already humiliating enough, if you only give me a chance to show you—"

Rachel didn't finish her sentence however, not because the words never came out of her mouth but because in that exact moment Quinn decided to arrive at Santana's apartment.

Santana didn't hear the sound of keys, nor the door being opened either. But she did hear the sound of her pulse quickening and the blood rushing in her ears. She saw the paleness of Quinn's face, the evidence of shock in her eyes. Quinn looked back and forth between the two of them and slowly put the bags she was carrying over the table.

Another thunder racked the sky as Santana took in Quinn's presence, she was soaking wet given the rain outside.

"What the hell is she doing here?" Her eyes narrow dangerously and her voice was low. She looked directly at Santana ignoring Rachel's presence altogether.

Quinn's frightened face and postured only showed insecurity as her eyes were torn between frustration and concern. And Santana wondered when that would stop.

"I don't know" Rachel mentioned to herself before stood up, and Santana followed the motion. With a quick movement of her hand, Rachel wiped away the tears that were filling her eyes. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing here." She said and started walking as fast as she could towards the door.

"Rachel, wait please." Santana called after her as her friend walked away. But it took Rachel only four seconds to be out of sight.

She didn't owe Rachel anything, she knew it, but the more she thought about what just happened, the more pissed off she got. With Quinn, with Rachel, with the world. Something deep inside nagged at her. A raw, edgy sensation she couldn't shake.

She looked at Quinn then, and her eyes were fearful as well, but different. They were afraid, but not because Quinn may be upset about Rachel being there, because her eyes just reflected something else.

With a remarkable frown and replacing the feeling of anger for confusion, Santana made her way towards Quinn. And when Quinn saw Santana approaching she quickly looked away.

Something felt weird, something felt like it wasn't right, something felt different.

She confirmed that ugly sensation when she was standing right in front of Quinn. Her jaw was red and had large swelling, it looked painful and Santana's frown only deepened.

"What the hell happened to you?" She inquired irritated, she didn't know why.

"Where is Beth?" Quinn asked instead, she glared at Santana for a moment longer before dropping her gaze.

"Sleeping,"

Quinn nodded and tried to walk past Santana, but Santana quickly grabbed her arm softly and turned her around.

"I'm asking you what happened Q, that looks bad. Did you fell or something?"

"Something like that," Quinn was a terrible liar. Santana knew she was lying. She had a guilty look all over her face.

Santana carefully grabbed her chin and lifted her face to get some sense of what was going on. And the more she watched her, the more she knew what it was.

Blood gushed out from Santana's body, she felt anger rise up in her, hotter than any dragon's breath. And the big mistake was that Santana allowed the anger to take over her body completely. Because if you look close enough, you could clearly see mark of fingers. She jumped to the obvious conclusion.

"I'm going to ask you again Quinn, what the fuck happened." Her voice sounded threatening, but it wasn't. It was just out of concern.

"What was Rachel doing here?" Quinn's face transformed from nervousness to sadness in seconds.

"She just stopped by," Santana wasn't lying, she was just telling half of the truth, right? "Can you please tell me why your jaw is all swollen and reddish?"

The room was silent for a while. She couldn't quite figure out what it was but something felt weird. And judging from the expression on Quinn's face, something was definitely wrong here.

Then Quinn's voice came back on, quiet and slightly ashamed.

"I got the job," She grinned sweetly crinkling her nose, pleased with herself. And thanks to Quinn's smile, Santana's uneasiness calmed down a little bit and she gave her a half smile.

"Congratulations." She leaned in and kissed Quinn's cheek, just the lightest touch of lips as she dropped her hand from Quinn's chin. "And?"

"And I was so happy and distracted that I just fell in the stairs on my way here." She shrugged unimportant with a smile much brighter than before. "Now can we have lunch? I brought Chinese food."

Quinn stepped back, oblivious to Santana's worries about her. Soon Quinn was out of her reach and headed towards the bedroom, leaving just a flowery fragrance behind and Santana standing there dumbfounded.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, wondering what the hell just happened.

Something wasn't right, she had a bad feeling.