Firstly: I sincerely apologize for the long delay and I've one word for my absence: School.

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I love you.

"I love you."

I love her.

That night when I had almost said those three words to her, I realized that I should say it to Santana not because I want to hear her say it back, but to let her know that I do love her. I called her when she texted me the next morning that she was awake and even though I kinda embarrassed myself, it was so worth it. I stammered so much, the most I've stammered in my life, just to get those words out. When I finally did, Santana had let out an unexpected loud sob as she broke down.

"I love you too. Oh my god. I love you."

I found out that she was afraid to say it because she too, thought it was too early since it had only been less than two weeks after her confession, and thought I might freak out. If I could, I would've jumped through the phone and hugged her for sounding so adorable. It's too bad no one else will be able to see that side of her.

"What are you smiling at?"

My smile disappeared and I cleared my throat before replying calmly, "Nothing."

I got back to untangling the Wii nun-chuck wires, which Santana doesn't bother keeping it properly after playing her games. As we're sitting on the floor, Santana manages to shift behind me with her legs at either side of my body as she slips her arms around my waist, hugging me tightly with her front pressed flushed against my back. My heart rate is increasing rapidly.

"Tell me...who made you grin like a little school girl who found unexpected candies in her bag? No one else is supposed to make you smile like that except me," Santana whispered cheekily yet with a hint of jealousy before shifting my hair and gently biting on my right earlobe.

Her action sent shivers down my spine as I let out an involuntary moan. I snap back to reality when she slipped her hand into my shorts, and I caught it before it went down any further. "Nah uh. Not now."

Santana whines. "But I haven't had any since that day."

"Since which day?"

"That day when you almost left, remember?"

I bite my lip in guilt; I was so rude to her that day. She's two years my senior and I talked to her as if she was younger than me. Well, her attitude and actions definitely did seem childish and hence, the way I reacted to her sleeping around. Wait.

"Wait. Wasn't that like a couple of months ago?"

"Mhm. I didn't need anyone else but you," A strong blush started forming on my cheeks & a shy smile etching on my face at Santana's soft voice & words. "Now tell me, who made my Q smile like that?"

"Hm... You."

"Really?"

"Why do you sound so surprised?"

"I don't know. I've never exactly made anyone happy before."

I kiss her tiny pout away. "I'm glad I'm first then."

Santana has a megawatt smile plastered on her face as she looks at me with those warm & loving eyes. "I love you."

I giggle. "You've said that for the ninth time tonight."

"I love you." She smirks but her voice is filled with such sincerity.

"I love me too."

Santana shoves me and I burst out into laughter as she gets up to turn on the Wii console. I prop myself on my elbows as I watch my upset girlfriend rummage through her games and then choosing one. She inserts the disk and pushes the couch further back a little for more space, as she gets ready for the game.

"Up."

I willingly did as I was told and I grabbed another Wii remote before standing next to her. "Aww...are you upset?"

"No," Santana smirks without looking at me. "Because I know that you do."

I wrap an arm around her shoulders as I pull her towards me for a big kiss on her cheek. "Yep, I love you too."

"And now I'm gonna crush you in tennis!"

After an hour of Santana completely owning me in different Wii sports games, we took a break. I went to get water for the both of us while she went pee. I took a big gulp of water before setting our cups down on the coffee table, and that's when my phone chimed. It's from Caleb and I was expecting a flirty-ish text but it was a text that made me scrunch my eyebrows in confusion, and then my jaw drops open. He sent a really close up picture of me sleeping and I do look quite unglamorous there. How the hell did he...

Another text.

(9.20pm) Caleb: I can't believe you let Santana change her twitter dp to that! HAHAHA.

I googled 'Santana Lopez twitter' right away, and it did pop up, as well as the other new reports about her new display picture.

She really changed it to my face... My extremely unglamorous sleeping face!

"SANTANAAAA!"

"YEAH, Q?"

"Could you please come here?"

"Ten seconds!"

I cross my arms as I patiently wait, glancing at the picture now and then. Santana appears back in the living room, drying her hands on her home shorts while looking at me with a questioning expression. I point at her with my forefinger as I informed her that she's in big trouble. In response, she points to herself with a confused look on her face.

"Don't act all innocent..." I lift up my phone and Santana's expression fades into guilt.

She puts her hands forward. "HAHA OKAY! Wait!"

I walk towards her but she quickly steps back. "You are so…"

"Wait! Q! Wait, let me-"

"No excuses!" I throw my phone onto the couch as I lunge at Santana but she was quick enough to run away. "Santana!"

"Quinn! Let me explain!" Santana laughs as she runs around the couch and I'm just chasing after her. "Babe! Please!"

"Delete it!"

"Oh, no can do for that!"

"Delete it!"

"Remember our height bet?" Santana stopped running and so did I, wanting to catch our breaths. "You aren't more than a forehead taller than me. At least I didn't use your bikini picture."

"Prove it."

Santana confidently walks next to me and uses her hand to do a best accurate measure from the top of her head to the…middle of my forehead.

"There," And Santana snorts right after.

"I don't care. Delete it or I'll delete your boobs off your body."

Santana raises an eyebrow.

"Permanently!"

She bursts out laughing and I try to keep in my laughter because that was the most ridiculous & lamest threat, ever. Santana calmed down before looking down at her own chest, groping her boobs as she looks back up at me.

"C'mon, you love these assets of mine."

I have to admit I do love the fact that she has bigger boobs than me and it's so worth it when she wears a bikini or exits the bathroom in just her bra & shorts.

I playfully scoff at her words as I sit back down on the couch. "Fine, I'd rather you use that than the bikini picture," I pat the space next to me, and Santana snuggles closely to my right side.

"I'll use another more glamorous picture of you."

"It's fine. If it makes you happy," I shrug then gently kiss her forehead. "I'm fine with it. But…it makes me sad that you're leaving again in a week."

"I'm sorry. Logan said this new project's a one-time thing. It's for this month but I'll be back after every two-day trip. By the way…we haven't really talked about this but technically, you've moved in right?" Santana asked quietly.

"Isn't it too early to ask me that?" I smirk teasingly.

"Is it? Well…I don't care. Your apartment belongs to someone else now anyway so you have to stay here."

"How demanding."

Santana pouts as she rests her chin on my shoulder, doing her best to win me over with her cuteness. Which totally worked because I couldn't help the wide smile that spread on my face before I kissed her nose and agreed to officially move in.

Yep. Only I'll get to see this side of her.

"So what'll you do when I'm gone?" Santana asks as she tucks my hair behind my right ear, stretching & resting her legs across my lap.

"Uh… I'll clean your apartment?"

Santana laughs. "Seriously?"

"Yeah? It's been two weeks since I came back and your boxes from five years ago have yet to be unpacked."

Right after I said that, Santana apologized for being so disorganized. She gave in and told me that I've the permission to help her unpack her boxes of 'memories' if I really don't have anything else to do – I totally agreed to. We then started talking about how she has a housekeeper, which I've zero knowledge of. I found out that her housekeeper usually comes in when no one's home because it'll be quicker to clean the whole apartment that way. Also, Santana mentioned that this housekeeper, Maria, has been cleaning this oversized apartment every since Santana moved in.

"She's such a sweet lady. I can't imagine her not being in my life."

I kissed her cheek and Santana hid her embarrassed smile behind my back for a few seconds before getting up to pack up the Wii stuff. She pulls out a horror movie disk and I immediately give her a pointed look and she giggles at my reaction. Santana finally pulls out Just Go With It, placing it in the DVD player and then excitedly jumps back onto the couch as the movie starts playing. We spent the rest of the night just cuddling & munching on popcorn as we had a romance-comedy movie marathon, falling asleep in each other's arms halfway through the fourth movie:

The Proposal.

I swear if I didn't tell her that, she wouldn't have willingly got out of bed and changed so quickly. Since Logan has finally allowed us to be seen in public, I told Santana that we should go out to spend time together since she has an off day. The second I casually mentioned 'Disneyland' as a suggestion, she jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. The door unlocked about two minutes later and she started rummaging through her cupboard for her clothes. She chose to wear a red polo tee and dark jean shorts, her hair up in a neat-yet-messy bun and she wore flip-flops. I'm dressed in a similar outfit just that I'm wearing black converse sneakers and a white V-neck shirt. I told Santana that her feet are gonna be sore from all the walking but she didn't bother.

She's definitely gonna make me piggyback her later.

"Have you ever been to Disneyland or Universal Studios?"

I nod. "When I was really young. I can't remember how both are like now though."

"Oh. I've never been to either," Santana said in a small voice.

My heart tightened at her words, memories of more of what she told me about her father started replaying in my mind. Her father had left her alone for most of the time until one day Santana decided that she had to get out of there. She had told her neighbor, and her neighbor did all she could to protect Santana – the little eight year old girl.

But that topic stopped there because Santana had hugged herself, willing herself not to cry. I held her in my arms and changed the topic by telling her how the 'adventure' of my short modeling career started in the last year of University. That had gotten Santana's mind off her past because she started getting all seductive & horny over the image of me wearing a ripped tank top and short-shorts.

We still haven't had our first time yet, by the way. I really do love how Santana accepts that we should wait until it's the right time, and how our make out sessions never went past French kissing & groping of the other's ass. At least not yet.

Did I mention we haven't seen each other completely nude either?

I stretch my right hand out towards Santana, my palm facing upwards, and she interlaces our fingers. I caress a part of her hand with my thumb; her soft skin makes me want to have my hands roam the rest of her body but I quickly shake that thought away…for now.

"Don't worry. You're gonna have a blast," I sincerely told her as I shut the car boot.

"Would people think I would be too old to go to Disneyland..?"

"No way! No one's ever too old for Disneyland!"

Santana brought our interlaced hands upwards and kissed my knuckles with such affection that my heart started racing at the intimate gesture. I couldn't get enough of her beauty, and the fact that she isn't wearing much makeup makes her stand out even more. Then I glanced at our hands; the contrast of my milky white & her caramel skin color…seems familiar.

Hm…

Wolf whistles echoed throughout the car park and I spotted a bunch of guys blatantly checking Santana out as they walked past. I quirk my eyebrows, annoyed by how they're still staring at her after ten seconds.

"GET the hell out of our faces," I finally snapped at them and they quickly walk away. "Can you believe them? Gosh."

"It's not my fault I'm attractive." Santana smirks teasingly.

"Yeah. I don't blame you," I deadpanned, still annoyed at those random dudes.

"Q, there isn't a need to be jealous. I'm yours."

"I'm not jealous and I know you're mine."

I'm not jealous. Okay maybe a little because…Santana is practically like a sex symbol to other people. Of course she's not a sex symbol to me, she's the most wonderful & beautiful girl I've ever met. I'm a really lucky ass that she's mine but I can't help but get upset that other people will be able to look at her body too because she does bikini photo-shoots. That's almost close to being naked. I want to be the only one who gets the privilege to see her body…

"Oh my god."

"What?" I questioned Santana.

"You were pouting! Ha! Quinn Fabray was actually pouting!"

"No, I wasn't!"

"Babe, you were. I saw it with my own eyes," Santana laughs victoriously. "Don't worry though. It's cute. You're cute," And she plants a kiss onto my right cheek, which made my heart skip a beat (as always) and then a warm sensation spreads throughout my chest.

"Whatever," I playfully roll my eyes, grinning at her right after. "Ready for our date?"

"Disneyland for a date, Quinn Fabray?" Santana raises an eyebrow questioningly and chuckles.

"I've done better. I just want to spend time with you before you leave again, S."

Tears well up in her eyes and I can tell that she's really sorry about having to leave me alone again. To reassure Santana that I'll be fine, I gave her a loving but firm kiss on the lips. She gave me an apologetic smile as we pulled away. I wiped away her fallen tears before we began walking slowly towards the escalator and then towards the line for the ride to Disneyland, wanting to prolong the time we have together even though it's only eleven in the morning.

"Santana!" I laugh really hard as I point at the screen. "Your face!"

Santana leaned closer towards the screen. It took at least five seconds until she turned around with a displeased look on her face. "We're taking it again."

My laughter dies down. "Again? That'll be like the fifth time, S. C'mon, let's just get this picture since the memories of how much you screamed during Splash Mountain will be reminded whenever we see your terrified face."

"I wasn't that terrified!"

"Are you kidding? I'm sure people in Asia could hear you," I snort at the memory. "I am so getting this picture."

But even before I could get the lady's attention, Santana had already dragged me out and back to the Splash Mountain line, again. I'm so glad that school has started for the kids & teenagers if not the line would be really long. There are at least more than twenty people here but it's not too bad, so I lean against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest as I stare at Santana's serious face. She has been clenching and relaxing her jaw for the past two minutes and I know how much I'm just gonna enjoy hearing her yell like a crazy person once again when the boat goes down the final and really steep waterfall slope. My facial expression softens when Santana is still busy staring into blank space & her jaw is still tensing. I lean forward a little to wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her towards me.

She stumbled a little in surprise and placed her hands on either of my shoulders to support herself as we make eye contact. I can see the same fear in her eyes like the previous four times we had waited for our turn to sit in the Splash Mountain boat. I pull her as close as possibly until our fronts were pressed flushed against the other, and I plant a gentle kiss on her chin. I lift my hands to her face to tuck away the stray strands of hair that had fallen loose from her bun.

"We don't have to buy the pictures okay? So let's just go and grab something to eat since it's past lunchtime. I'm sure you're hungry after taking this ride like four times," I chuckle and Santana smiles shyly in response. "C'mon. Let's get churros."

"No," Santana applied pressure of her hands onto my shoulders to prevent me from standing up straight. "I want to get that perfect picture for you."

"Perfect picture?" I ask as I shift sideways to catch up to the line.

"Yeah a perfect picture with your glamorous face and mine so that we can display it in our apartment."

I let out a soft laugh. "S, you look good in anything. Or more like, everything. You look good even when you're screaming your head off in those pictures. I don't understand why you keep taking this ride just to get a 'perfect' picture for us. And I know you're afraid of heights. Memories are more than enough for me as well as spending time together. So let's go & have lunch and then we could sit on some really cool Star Wars ride."

"But…" Santana whispered as she fiddled with the collar of my shirt.

I gently place my forefinger on her lips to stop her from saying anything else, then holding her hand as I tug her out.

We have been really lucky that the paparazzo hasn't discovered about our presence in Disneyland yet, and it has been three hours. There were a couple of fans that came up to us to ask for a photo or an autograph, or more like from Santana, and I just stood aside watching my girlfriend do her thing by posing professionally or smiling & chatting with her fans. However, whenever someone would come up to me to ask for picture or autograph, Santana would never fail to threaten to rip their eyes out because as what Santana observes: the guys would never fail to 'drool' over my cleavage.

I have to admit that the V-neck shirt cutting is a little too low and I'm actually exposing my cleavage more than I normally would.

"One more look at her and I'll make sure the tip of these plastic forks touch the back of your skull through your eyeballs!"

It's nice how Santana is being protective of me but every time she screams like that at someone, especially that sentence two seconds ago, I can't help but just keep a straight face and look straight ahead of me. I'm not embarrassed; I just don't want to catch dirty looks from those fans and end up raising my voice at that person for making that face at her.

"That's right, you better run!"

From the corner of my left eye, I can see a couple of guys briskly walking away from us.

I sigh, "Santana… You should be so glad that no one took a picture or video of you yelling at fans."

"Even if anyone did, who cares? No one gets to stare at your chest or legs but me."

"It's the same for me for your body. Now you know how I feel about men staring at you. Especially when you've to do bikini photo shoots or you just wearing over-exposed clothes for fashion shows."

Santana looks into my eyes as she gives me a tiny pout, but it disappeared when she remembered that we're in public. Her hand slips around my right bicep and she possessively holds me, eyeing anyone who takes a glance towards our direction.

"S, come on. Not everyone's gonna look at my chest. Yours is bigger anyway."

"So what? Your cleavage is exposed which means it'll attract more attention and I can't have anyone else looking."

We walked past a trash bin and I dumped the now-empty-plate of food and our plastic forks in there.

"You can't stop that. As much as I wouldn't want people to stare, it is my fault for wearing this shirt, even though it was unintentional."

"Then why the hell did you wear it?"

"I just said it was unintentional," I replied in the same firm tone. "I pulled out the first shirt I saw in the stack."

"You could've picked another."

I stop in my tracks as I stare at Santana with a confused expression. "Why are you acting as if I really did chose to wear this just so I can show off my cleavage?"

"Didn't you?" She gives me a pointed look.

I scoff. "I didn't! Even if I did unintentionally, it was to impress you!"

Her facial expression softens.

People started looking at us and that's when I walked away, making sure to grab Santana's hand to tug her along. I continued walking all the way until the Buzz Lightyear ride, and waited until we got into one of the 'spaceships' till I started our conversation again.

"Like you said in the car, I don't have to be jealous and neither do you. I'm yours, Santana, for as long as our love is alive."

It's hard to believe how she gets angry over people staring at my cleavage and not thinking that I feel that way too whenever she has to do bikini photo shoots. It's not the same yet it's the same. Did that make sense?

I pick up the toy gun to shoot the available targets while waiting for Santana's reply. She slips her left hand down my arm to interlace her fingers with my right ones, holding onto my hand as if I'd let go. I feel her rest her head against my shoulder while snuggling as close as possible to me.

"To impress me..?"

"Yeah. You can just be so naturally sexy while I'll have to find ways to match up to you."

"Aww, Q," Santana kisses my cheek. "You don't have to. I've always thought you're naturally sexy."

"Really?" I ask in small voice. "But I don't have a toned body like you. Neither am I a successful model like you."

Santana giggles. "You don't have to have a toned body or be a successful model for me to love you. I love you for who you are. I promise I'll try talking to Logan about the bikini photo shoots okay? And I'm sorry for assuming. I shouldn't have."

"No… I'm sorry," I whisper. "I know you have no choice but to do those kind of photo shoots while I've a choice to choose what I wear."

Santana shakes her head, then resting her chin on my shoulder. "Don't be. I shouldn't tell you what you can wear and what you can't. You can wear your birthday suit if that makes you happy."

I snort at her words. "What?"

"I'm just kidding. You can only wear your birthday suit when you're home with me. And only me." A smirk evident in her voice.

"Gosh, you're so horny. A lot of sly innuendos in your sentences recently."

"Well, you can think what you want," Santana replies 'innocently', chuckling softly seconds later. "I can't believe our first quarrel as a couple was because we didn't want anyone else staring at the other's body."

I let out a small laugh because it really was a ridiculous reason to quarrel about. "I'm sorry for being jealous. I just despise it that those men practically undress you with their eyes."

"You do it too.."

I felt a slightly shiver run down my spine at her husky tone, the small hairs standing up on the back of my neck. "Uh… It's because I've the…the privilege to."

"Such a perv," Santana says teasingly. "When will you do the honor of undressing me and taking me when we're on the bed?"

Again with her words, and my body seemed to have finally given in as my eyes widened. I could feel myself practically drooling at the mental image of a butt-naked Santana Lopez lying on the bed and beckoning for me to take her right then.

"When it's the right time."

And I lean forward to capture Santana's lips with mine. When I felt her tongue poking at my teeth, I made the mistake of letting her slip her tongue into my mouth because now she's dominating in our make out session. She pulls away a little to catch her breath but didn't lean forward again because we saw a white flash of light. An annoyed expression is fading in on Santana's face and I give her a knowing look. In response, she shrugged and gave me a slight smirk before turning to look at the person behind our spaceship.

"Are you gonna keep that picture for yourself, you horny little shit? If this picture is up on the Internet after," Santana checked her phone before replying in an even harsher tone, "After three, I'll know that you posted it. I will find you and I will ends you. You got that, lover boy?"

Without waiting for a reply, Santana faces the front as she let out a huff of annoyance.

"Do you not care about your image anymore?" I asked softly.

"I've done enough damage to it before you came into my life and during the period when you went back to New York, so I'm good. All I need is you to be with me because nothing else matters."

"Is that bad for someone to post a picture of us making out?" I ask, feeling a little hurt.

"It's not. I just don't want the paparazzi to finally find out about our date. We still have a few more hours to spend together for the day and I don't want a whole bunch of desperate reporters invading our space."

"Oh."

"Did you think I didn't wanna show you off to the world?"

Damn it. How did she guess that?

Santana knew she got the right answer as an adorable yet victorious grin forms on her face. "I made the mistake of being afraid of admitting my love for you at first, and we both went through a whole bunch of crap. Now that I've got you, I'm going to show the whole world that you, Quinn Fabray, are mine and only mine. There is no way I'm ever making that mistake of letting you go, again."

The backgrounds sounds of Buzz Lightyear, Zurg & his minions began to sound distant & muffled, as all I could think about is how lucky I am to have Santana. And how I'm falling deeper in love with her. Santana reached out to tuck some hair behind me ears and I took a deep breath.

"Promise?" I asked ever so softly.

"That I wouldn't let you go, ever again?"

"Yes."

"I promise."

And she sealed her promise with a kiss.

My eyes scan the now messy room where a quarter of the boxes have been unpacked and the items are neatly placed on the floor, according to its category. An accomplished smile forms on my face as I congratulate myself for finally starting the unpacking of Santana's boxes of 'memories'. I silently thanked Santana's housekeeper for cleaning this room too because the first thing I thought of when opening the door to this room, is that it would be dusty as crap. But it was surprisingly clean.

You know what's even more surprising? The boxes weren't even that dusty when I opened the first few. Which meant that Santana must've constantly looked through them even though she didn't want to unpack the items.

Anyway, our Disneyland date had gone extremely well. Except for the fact that Santana still got overprotective when fans came up to us. No matter what, she made sure that they kept their eyes off my cleavage. We had spotted reporters a couple of minutes later and Santana was so sure that it's that teenage boy's fault.

Okay back to what I've been doing so far, I have only managed to unpack Santana's boxes from the time when her modeling career had started. There was a whole bunch of letters, demo pictures of a younger Santana posing for the camera and some clothes. Oh and many more pictures of a twenty-year-old Santana doing photo shoots for a teenage clothing line. She looks so much more mature and grownup now.

Looks. I still adore her for being like a kid at times.

As I stretched my upper body, I enjoyed the sounds of my bones softly popping after sitting on the floor for more than an hour. Random music has been blasting from the iTunes on my laptop since I started unpacking. Santana had left for Paris in the early morning and she left me a note because she didn't wanna wake me up. I pull the folded note from the back pocket of my shorts and I gently unfold it. I'm grinning like a love struck idiot as I let my eyes scan the neat & unique handwriting of the one and only, Santana Lopez:

Good morning My Love,

Hope you had a good night's sleep :) It's about 9.20am now and I've to leave soon. You were sleeping so soundly and I didn't wake you up because you needed your beauty sleep. I stole a soft goodbye kiss from your lips btw ;) muahaha. Have a great day ahead and I'll see you in about two days. I'm sorry for making the other half of the bed cold and empty :'( If I had known this project constantly separates me from you, I wouldn't have accepted it. I promise to make it up to you alright? I know it's too much to ask but we just have to bear with it for a little more okay? This will sound really cheesy but I know that we'll make it if the both of us makes the effort to, and I believe that our love is real. You should know that I love you because I really do! :D

Love,

S

P.S: I made breakfast for you! Just heat it up if it's cold.

P.P.S: Here's a big virtual kiss from me to you - MWAH! Don't miss me too much alright ;) I love you.

For the sixth time, I folded her note and carefully slipped it back into my back pocket. I hadn't realized I was just dazing and thinking about my girlfriend until the next song started playing. It was Marry Me by Jason Derulo.

Lovely designed white gowns, church bells, bouquet of flowers, 8-inch heels, wedding rings, vows being said, little flowers girls… Black wavy hair, caramel skinned, those amazing dark brown eyes and those luscious pouty lips mouthing the words I do. All those kinds of thoughts had popped into my head. I caressed the base of my left ring finger as those thoughts continuously played in my mind until my phone vibrated once in my pocket. A huge smile formed on my face when it was Santana who sent me a picture on whatsapp.

My breath hitched in my throat.

It's Santana in her underwear…

Her bra straps are hanging off her shoulders; the cups of her bra & her panty are dangerously close to revealing the most intimate parts of her body. I jumped a little when my phone vibrated again and I quickly tap back into our conversation. I did my best to slow down my heart rate as I read Santana's message, taking my mind off that my panty is getting damp.

Santana: I hope the unpacking is going well, and I'm pretty sure you loved the picture I sent ;) didn't you, Q?

Urgh… Santana... Do you know what you're doing to me? Okay. FINE. If she wants to play it this way, I'll play it this way too.

Me: Since you like being a tease so much, I just wanna tell you that I'm gonna 'take care' of myself. Have fun thinking about what I'll be doing on your bed xx

With that, I swiftly exit the application and placed my phone on the floor before stacking her letters into one pile. A smirk forms on my face when I heard countless phone buzzes. I decide to take a peek.

Santana: You wouldn't…

Santana: NO!

Santana: Q! Please come back online :( let's have a chat instead! I promise I won't tease you anymore!

A victorious grin is plastered on my face as I decide to purposely ignore Santana's pleads to prevent me from getting myself off. And she claims that only she can do that to me. I simply increased the volume on my laptop so that the music drowned the constant buzzing of my phone. I shifted the stack of letters & pictures one side before reaching out for the box labeled:

Childhood #1