'No.'
'Quinn.' Santana whines.
'I'm staying on this bench, Santana.' She says, crossing her arms.
'Why?' Santana whines again.
'Because I don't think it's such a good idea for me to fall on my ass ten more times without actually standing up.'
'I won't let you fall. I'm awesome at rollerblading. Pleeeeeaaaasssseeee.' Santana whines again, this time throwing in a pout.
'Promise you'll hold me?' Quinn asks hesitantly.
'You can trust me.' Santana says, putting her hands out, palm up.
'I do trust you, honey. I don't trust the floor tough.'
Standing up and clutching to Santana's hand for dear life as they start rolling around the park, Quinn closes her eyes, not wanting to see when she falls.
She opens them tough when she feels Santana letting go of her hand and putting her arms around her waist from the front.
'I've got you, baby.' Santana says with a small laugh.
Quinn wraps her own arms around Santana's waist and nuzzles the crock of her neck, closing her eyes but not from fear this time, from peace. She knows Santana would rather fall on her own ass than let her fall and although she made a little prayer for that not to happen, she couldn't be happier her girlfriend is so protective of her.