Rain...white tiles.

What the fuck?

Santana woke up, with a blonde in between her legs.

In the shower.

Wait...

Fuck, it feels good.

When the fuck did, I get here?

"Q?"

"Hmm."

Hazel green eyes looked up.

"Fuck, I wanna wake up like this every day."

Brown eyes rolled back, as Quinn continued. When the fuck did, she get here, honestly who cares. This must be heaven.

Caramel hands found, the back of the blonde head. Santana moved back, leaning her back to the white tiles in the bathroom. Giving Quinn more access.

Her body began shaking, her sight on the blonde below her was more than enough to...

"Fuck!"

Was only head.

An uncontrollable body after, and a blonde was holding her in place.

"You okay?"

"Come here..."

Santana helped Quinn up, not wasting a second more she kissed does pink lips. And soon, all around her face.

"God, I..."

"I know..." Quinn cut her off.

Santana was sure, she's ready to say it. But Quinn seemed oblivious to her words. Maybe this is not the time to tell her. Especially not after this.

"How long were you, on your knees?"

With a chuckle Quinn replied. "A fucking while..."

"Am sorry."

"No, you're not."

"No, am not."

Both laughed, as they held each other. Water falling between their bodies, the taste of herself on does lips she loved to much.

Fuck, it really took so long to get here.

"Good morning, beautiful." Santana said, as she wrapped her arms around her small body.

"Morning."

Comfortable silence.

Sweet glances.

"I bet, you never been wetter."

With a shake of her head, and an eye roll Santana replied. "Shut up."

Another set of laughter was heard.

And a cold stream of water later.

"Shit, it's getting cold..."

"Let me turn it." Quinn went to reach it.

The water started, and as it did; the stream became hot, so fast. Quinn jumped backwards, trying to avoid what felt like lava.

"Ah...fuck!" Santana said, already on the floor.

Her right arm, holding her upper body; while her other half, was still hanging of the bathtub. Quinn made no attempted, to help her up. She just watched, and laughed; as Santana struggled on the floor.

"Thanks, babe."

"Am sorry."

"No, you're not."

"No, am not." Quinn repeat it.

"Best shower, ever."

Both agreed to spend time with, Quinn's family...

The Lima country club.

"What are we doing here?" Santana asked, as she opened her eyes from her nap. God, Santana was so drained. From the pills, and well that morning.

She's so cute.

Santana rubbed her eyes.

"I just need, to get you out..."

"Wanky."

"Get out of the car."

"Ugh...now I definitely feel like the help; a white girl, ordering me around." She said, as she closed the door behind her. "Kind of like it..."

The Fabray's decided to play tennis. And thanks to Frannie, her leg was bleeding again.

She's got a good fucking aim.

Frannie kept aiming at Santana's thigh. But no one seemed to noticed; Frannie continued saying, she was out of practice. Yeah, out of practice of hitting Santana. At one point, Frannie let go of her rachet. Hitting right in the perfect spot.

Yeah, I wounded leg; definitely worked in favor of the other team. So, Santana had to stand down...for a drink.

Frannie- two

Santana- one

Fucken crazy bitch.

At One in the afternoon, Santana headed for the bar.

"Something gay, and fruity." She tells the bartender.

"It's a little too early, don't you think?" Judy says, as she sits down.

"It's five-a clock, somewhere."

"In that case..." She turns to the bartender, after he sets a pina colada for Santana. "Dry martini, two olives."

"I guess, you weren't fucking around." Santana sips her drink.

"Talking about fucking around, don't do that to Quinn."

With a frown Santana replies. "That's the last thing, I want to do."

"Didn't sound like it, this morning."

"Fuck." She was blushing now.

"Walls are thin, Santana."

"Let me just, go jump off a cliff." Santana makes on attempted to get up, from the stool.

Laughing this time, Judy grabs her arm.

"Don't break her heart...god, knows she's still picking up the pieces."

Sigh.

"I know...I lov-"

Judy looked at her, with a sweet smile.

"Hey there, screamer." Quinn kissed her burning cheek.

"Me?"

"Yeah, you."

"Okay, I don't want to talk about sex right now."

"Well, there's a surprise..." Quinn said, putting her arm around Santana's neck.

"I better go, find Russell...and tell him to not talk, to you both." With that she left.

Watching Judy leave, Santana pulled Quinn on her lap. Almost falling over. The smooth gesture, made both smile.

"Quinn?" Some tallish, man-child came closer to the couple.

"Finn?"

"Yeah, hi!" He hugged Quinn.

Clearing her throat, Quinn got off her lap.

"Finn, this is Santana...Santana, this is Finn."

"Future husband." The Teletubby spoke.

With a soft chuckle she spoke. "Girlfriend."

Gulp.

Quinn with wide eyes, stayed back.

Shit.

"I...sorry."

"Am not." Santana winked at Quinn.

"So, what brings you here?" Feeling like a school girl, Quinn smiled.

"Ah, I heard you were back...and-"

"Though you, could get her back." Santana finished for him.

Getting a little turned on, just by the way Santana seemed jealous; she never like possessive people.

But she loved the attention; and as a hopeless romantic, she loved being fought for.

She waited for Finn, to say something. He looked like a fish, out of water. Laughing nervously, Quinn smiled. Santana was right, he was back for her.

But the hell, he will.

"I certainly didn't think; you'd date a girl."

The fucking nerve.

Fuck. Quinn thought.

"Me either." She spoke, and sat on her girlfriend's lap again.

To say the least, Santana was pissed. And yeah, fucking jealous. So, Quinn looked at her; for reassurance, that she would never cheat on her. Well, not cheat again. She smiled sweetly, to calm Santana down. It was working until...

"Can't blame me...she's the one, that got away." The troll said, looking straight at Quinn.

"huh." Was all Santana said.

"Don't." Quinn whispered in her ear. She knew that look, too well by now.

Even if she loved all this, she didn't want to be kicked out; of a fucking country club.

The grip on Quinn's waist got tighter. Her jaw, clenched. The glare could kill, this big bugger.

"So, you'd break up a couple; to get what you want?"

Shit.

"She, certainly didn't care in high school."

Santana's hands became fists, no one was going to talk; to her girl like that. Specially Frankenstein's monster. She was losing it.

"Fuck you!" Quinn got up, and walked away.

"Great job, at this pace...you'll get her in no time." Santana left, to find her blonde.

Thirty-five minutes later.

Close to a lake.

"Q!" Santana had finally found her. "Goddamn, can you run...blondie."

Sigh.

"Hey, come on...he was being an asshole; you can't let some words, defined you." Still breathing heavy, Santana came to stop.

"I know..."

"You don't have to explain...it's all in the past, baby."

Sigh.

Quinn wanted to melt, into the lake.

Santana comforted her, as they walked around the lake.

"I know, but I want to..."

Santana nodded.

"We dated, I cheated on him with Puck. Not my proudest moment...and after a while, we got together again. But the problem was, that he wanted to go to the army; and well I was going to Yale..."

A soft laugh, made Quinn turn her gaze to her.

"I...I wish, we could of ran into each other."

"Me too." A smiled reached her eyes.

There was a spark in her eyes, a loving and tender gaze.

"God, I love you." Santana said, memorizing her features.

The blonde was shocked, she had stopped walking. Her mind was blank, did she hear that right. Or was it her imagination...

"You don't have to say anything..."

Something came over to her, and somehow her legs started moving. She didn't know, if she wasn't ready; or scared to feel the same. She dreamed of this moment before; the right person, saying I love you. She dreamed of saying it back, and jumping on the person's arms. And being spend around...it would have been, the second happiest day of her life; after her wedding day.

And now she was the one, running away...away from the only person, that lately made her so happy. When her legs stopped, so did her heart. She knew, Santana was the one. But it scared the living shit out of her; that Santana would one day, fix her. And the next destroy her.

After a while of crying, and dwelling. She had to go home, she figured Santana got a ride home with her parents.

Home.

"San!?" She shouted.

"She's packing..." Judy said from the kitchen.

Quinn ran up the stairs. Not waiting anymore.

"San..."

A sad smile, filled Santana's face.

Am such an asshole.

"What are you doing?"

"Am going back to New York."

"Why?"

"I'd love to answer, all your questions. But I have to go..." Santana couldn't bring herself to look at her.

Santana can't blame Quinn for not saying it back.

She's not ready.

"Don't..."

"I have meetings, and-"

"I'm sorry, I ran..."

"No, I...I got carried away..." Santana finished packing, and held her belongings.

"Please stay." With puffy eyes, she plead.

"I can't." Trying to walk past her, Quinn held her arm. "You don't look so good..." Santana walked out her room.

Quinn was so confused.

What the Fuck?

Quinn walked out, and found Santana already in the back seat of a cab.

The cab began to move.

"You know she's giving you an out, right..." Frannie said behind her.

"Why?"

"Oh, Quinnie...you, obvious child."

Airport.

Santana walked alone. She's not mad, and she shouldn't be. It's not her fault.

She's just not ready. She kept telling herself that.

Santana was hoping for a different reaction, and maybe it was too soon. But she couldn't hold it any longer. She left like this, for months now; all the dates, kisses, loving glares, hand holds, sundresses, stupid comments, meaning-less conversation, lunch dates at her office, music, every slap, pinch, every second.

This doesn't mean, they're broken up; it just means, they're broken.

Now, well now; she's vulnerable, exposed. She let herself believe in happy endings. There is nothing scarier than this...she knows Quinn, needs time. But how fucking much, can Santana take. But maybe Quinn, would never feel like this...she'd be waiting in vain. She'd be waiting on, Finn to take her.

She was dwelling.

Santana needed to be home, but how...when her home is her, blonde. Somehow, she felt home-sick. Maybe it's best if she stays away, from Quinn. Both knew it'd end up, in a heart break.

Santana walked past security.

Suddenly, this didn't feel like a silly little date.

This felt like a heart break. It felt empty, without her.

She'd have to forget about love, altogether now.

The jazz club. Came the memory, so fast before her eyes. That she almost missed it. At that time, she reminded herself; that one day, she'll miss her. And now, well...now, she'd living it. And it hurt more, than she could have imagined.

Fucking blondes.

"You can't just...say that, and...and walk out." She sounded out of breath.

Santana chuckled, as she turned to the voice.

"I think, I did."

"I don't get it..." She walked closer; she was barefoot holding her shoes in her right hand.

"For being a writer, you suck at paying attention."

"Fuck you!" People stared.

"Quinn, I gotta go..." Santana turned away from, the blonde.

"You've ran enough in your life..."

"So, romantic..."

"Said the one running away."

"What do you want, from me Quinn..."

Silence.

"Listen I get it, you don't-"

Quinn couldn't wait any more. She needed to say it...

"I love you, you asshole..."

"Now that's romantic..." Santana smiled.

It felt like the airport stopped; the people, the sound. It was like a shitty, romantic comedy. The one's she hated; or the ones, she had to get used to. Quinn still had puffy eyes, but she was beautiful none the less. Blonde hair was tangled, pale skin had a coat of light sweat, but she was beautiful.

The pretty woman, jumped on Santana; and finally kissed her, coat in hand, and luggage forgotten. Santana kissed her blonde.

"Could you be, anymore cheesy?" Santana asked looking at does lips.

"Shut up, I know you wanted to do it..."

"I want to, do you."

"Wanky." Quinn smiled on her arms.

"Well, kids that's how I got your mom. To say I love you-"

"Don't tell them lies..." Quinn spoke, from the door frame.

"Come on, sweetheart. I could never..." Santana smiled at her children. "Totally my plan." She winked.

Giggles filled their bedroom.

The children got the pg, version of the story. Thank god, it wasn't filled with curse words, and sex.

"By the way, you never told me. What that meant."

"It was the first thing, I said to you." Santana smiled at her now wife.