HELLO BABIES. this fic is coming to a quick ending! I know i'm moving a little (very) fast, but I really don't wanna draw it out too long. It's the little moments that count, i guess.
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Chapter 21
"You know, I've never slow danced with a girl before…"
Santana lifted her chin from Quinn's shoulder, looking at the beautiful woman in front of her. It had been four months since Quinn had become her unofficial girlfriend. Santana's quickening heartbeat told her it was tonight or never. She cocked her head to the side with a soft smile on her lips, waiting for Quinn to continue.
"I like it."
Santana smiled, pulling Quinn a little closer, "It feels really nice, dancing with you."
"Does it?"
"I love you."
"I think I love you, too." Quinn's voice came out in the softest thread of a whisper, but it made Santana's heart throb in the best way possible.
She let Quinn rest her head on her own shoulder. The orchestra began an to another song. The tune was familiar, but without anyone singing the lyrics, Quinn couldn't quite make out the song.
It was then that she heard Santana's voice in a soft sing-song whisper.
When the rain is blowing in your face,
And the whole world is on your case,
I could offer you a warm embrace,
To make you feel my love
Quinn buried her head a little further into the crook of Santana's head. She really couldn't care less right now about the people who were there, on the dance floor, looking at them. At this moment, with Santana's arms around her waist and her own around Santana's neck, she felt content.
When the evening shadows and the stars appear,
And there's no one there to dry your tears,
I could hold you for a million years,
To make you feel my love
Santana sang the words softly, so only Quinn could hear them. She wanted only Quinn to hear them. These words came from her heart, and were only for the Blondie she held so tightly in her arms.
I know you haven't made your mind up yet,
But I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met,
No doubt in my mind where you belong
Quinn felt an all-too-familiar sting in her eyes as they became glazed over with tears. Who knew Santana was capable of pulling out tears from her with a simple few lines of a song? She knew well only Santana was capable of this, because Santana was the one she loved.
I'd go hungry,
I'd go black and blue,
And I'd go crawling down the avenue
No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do,
To make you feel my love
To be honest, Quinn had spent many a night, rolling around in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about Santana. So much of her wanted to be fully Santana's again. From the way Santana had been so sweet and loving to her over the past four months, she knew Santana was serious about this. Despite the few close calls in the bedroom, they never have really gone past kissing yet. Quinn knew this was Santana-the-sex-machine's way of telling her she was dead serious, especially when their first relationship had begun with sex.
Oh, the storms are raging on the rolling sea,
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free,
You ain't seen nothing like me yet
She knew nothing would make herself happier than to finally allow herself to be officially Santana's. And she knew nothing would make Santana happier either. But Quinn just didn't know how to speak up. It wasn't like she could just randomly pop up and say 'Hey, I wanna be your official girlfriend.' So here, she was, waiting and waiting. Hoping Santana felt the same.
I could make you happy,
Make your dreams come true,
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the Earth for you,
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love
The couple continued swaying against the fading music. It wasn't until the music had completely died out that Quinn pulled away, only to lean in and kiss Santana on the lips. The kiss was soft, but they both enjoyed it thoroughly.
Whether people around turned to watch, neither one of them knew. They were in their own world, in their own love.
Quinn and Santana danced through a few more songs, ending with a classical waltz. As the music faded away for the last time, the crowd did too.
Gingerly, Quinn took Santana's hand, leading them away from the 'ballroom'. Santana followed quickly, till she was walking at the same pace as Quinn. Their heels clicked in unison on the marble floor of the hotel lobby. Santana grabbed Quinn's hand and began walking in the opposite direction.
"Where are you going?"
"To the elevator?"
Quinn cocked her head to the side in confusion, "The exit's that way?"
"I… um…" Santana fidgeted slightly, pulling her hand free of Quinn's as she reached into her bra to find a small card, "I booked us a room…"
"Well…" All of a sudden, Quinn felt a little shy.
"We don't have to go if you don't want to…" Santana could only offer a weak smile.
"It's not that. I don't have a change of clothes."
"Oh that," Santana breathed a sigh of relief, "I took the liberty to pack some stuff for you."
Quinn let out a soft chuckle, which proved to be music to Santana's ears, "One of these days, you'll be going through my closet and find something that shouldn't be there!"
"Oh, don't worry, I found a couple of things I never knew you owned while I went through it." She lead Quinn into the elevator with a twinkle in her eye, "Giving me your spare key was probably the smartest idea you ever had~"
"Oh shut up. What did you find this time?"
"Well, for starters, I didn't know you wore blue silk thongs along with the lacy black ones I found last time?"
"Santana!"
"What? It's a definite wanky~"
The elevator came to a halt at the top-most floor, and Quinn found herself dragged down the long carpeted corridor. She felt a little tipsy, even though she had made sure to have minimal amounts of alcohol earlier.
They came to the end of the hallway as Quinn fell, a little breathless, against the wall beside the door. Santana waved the card in front of the sensor, and the door clicked open.
The room wasn't just any hotel room. It was a suite, and though not the most expensive, Quinn could tell Santana spent quite a bit.
"Tana… you shouldn't have…"
"Well, I thought maybe we'd want a view like this for tonight's fireworks?" She guided Quinn to the large panoramic window as soon as they had turned the corner.
"Tana…" The city skyline was simply breathtaking. Everything was lit up. "It's beautiful…"
"You're beautiful. Do you wanna take a bath? They have a big enough bathtub for two people?"
"Are you…" Quinn bit her lower lip as she turned and eyed Santana up and down, mentally undressing her already.
Hunger flickered in her eyes.
"No, no sex," Santana let out a small smile, "I thought it'd be fun to cuddle in the bathtub. It's not everyday you get a big bathtub like this."
"It's gonna turn me on so bad." Quinn muttered under her breath, but followed Santana into the bathroom. She tied her hair into a messy bun with the hairpin she found on the dressing table. Then she turned her attention to Santana, who had apparently done the same. Santana with a messy bun on her head was hot. Almost too hot.
The bathtub was already filled, the water steaming a little. Soft white-and-red rose petals were floating on top. Quinn exhaled.
"Do you need me to help you undress while you gawk, or will you do it yourself?"
"If you can help me pull that zipper down from the back, I'll do the rest." Quinn smiled at Santana, wondering just how sweet she really could be.
Santana gladly pulled down the zipper to Quinn's tight-fitting strapless blue dress, watching it pool around Quinn's feet.
"Damn. Wanky."
Quinn laughed as she unclasped her bra and let her panties drop to the floor. She could tell Santana was watching—or staring—but strangely, it didn't bother her.
"I'm getting in first. I'm tired of you fucking me with your eyes," she announced playfully as she stepped into the tub, testing the water with her toe, before sinking in completely. The water came lapped at her collarbone. It was now her turn to watch Santana undress, peeling off her own dress and panties. She licked her lips at the discovery that Santana wasn't even wearing a bra.
Quinn soon found a warm body sinking into the water beside her own. It was very welcome. Despite her ever-growing desire, she didn't find an irresistible urge to take Santana right there and then.
And neither did Santana. Yes, she would have to admit, she wanted her fingers inside Quinn. But strangely, the pull she felt to Quinn now was anything but sexual. Casually, she draped her arm around Quinn's shoulder, pulling her a little closer.
Quinn had a handful of rose petals in her dainty fingers. She leaned her head against the crook of Santana's neck.
"Thank you, baby."
"What are you thanking me for, darling? Showing you my sexy-as-hell naked body?" Santana closed her eyes, leaning her head on Quinn's.
"Partially. But thanks for making this the best new year's eve ever."
"The night isn't over yet, babe. Besides, I'll give you the best new year's morning too."
Quinn let out a giggle, "I don't doubt that."
"Have I ever told you how much I love it when you let yourself loose around me? Like you're just really cute and a little childish sometimes."
"Don't make me regret it," Quinn smiled, leaning up to place a soft kiss on Santana's cheeks.
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
The couple let their tiredness slip away as the heated water slowly became cool. Their shared silence was comforting and comfortable.
Every now and then, the couple would share a loving gaze. Quinn felt perfectly content with Santana drawing random patterns on the palm of her hand. Santana felt perfectly content with Quinn leaning so close.
Santana was the first to get out of the tub, wrapping a towel over her sun-kissed body and then holding out a hand to help Quinn out. Quinn got out as well, steadying herself with Santana's hand. She then proceeded to wrap a towel around her body as well.
The softest hint of pink appeared on her cheeks.
Santana wasted no time in handing Quinn a clean thong (the blue silk one which she mentioned earlier), causing Quinn to roll her eyes. She herself donned a dark red one, before pulling a robe over her slender frame. She held the other robe out for Quinn, allowing Quinn to slip easily into it. When Quinn had finished tying the sash, she turned around to find Santana had already left the bathroom. Cautiously, she walked out, towards the panoramic window.
"It's three minutes till twelve, babe. Champagne?" Santana held out a champagne glass to Quinn, who took it willingly.
"Cheers, baby~" Santana tilted her glass in Quinn's direction, and the glass clinked together. As they both took a sip, neither broke the gaze they had began to share since the moment Quinn neared Santana at the window.
"Can I hug you from behind while the fireworks play?"
"Would I say no to my girlfriend about that?"
Santana felt her heart leap with joy at that word. Girlfriend. Tonight really was it.
Quinn had set down her champagne glass as she pressed her slender fingers on the glass. She looked at the busy city lights bellow her. They were quite a bit well above all the other buildings, and the view was too perfect.
Flawless, just like them.
Quinn felt strong arms slip around her waist from behind her, and she leaned back a little into Santana's hold.
Even through the closed door, the pair could hear a couple of muffled countdowns. As the countdown reached 'one' somewhere in the hallway and rooms outside, Quinn turned around to kiss Santana on her lips.
Santana was evidently taken by surprise, but she kissed back eagerly, her tongue quickly slipping into Quinn's mouth. But heaven was short lived as Quinn pulled away, turning around so her back was to Santana's front again, as she watched the fireworks with shining eyes.
"You're barely giving me enough, Quinn."
"I know. It's good to keep you wanting more~"
Flashes of red, gold, silver, green, and blue erupted in the sky, along with the distant and faint cheers from people all around the city. While Quinn's eyes were fixed on the blossoming flames, Santana found her eyes fixed on Quinn.
This Quinn was the Quinn she fell in love with, even without knowing.
This Quinn was the Quinn she had left mercilessly.
And this Quinn was the very Quinn she could never forget, and had come running back to.
This was it.
"Baby… Can you turn around to look at me?"
"Mm?" Quinn turned around half-heartedly only to find passionate brown eyes swimming with tears. Instantly, she forgot about the loud booms of the fireworks outside. One hand reached up to caress Santana's cheek. Santana's own hand took Quinn's, and she kissed it once on the back of her hand.
Quinn blushed, looking away with a tiny smile.
"Quinn. It's been around four months since you said yes to trying it out with me. Tonight, I want to make it official. I want you to be mine. I want to hold you and love you. I want to cherish you no matter what happens. I want forever with you. Please, will you be my official girlfriend? And one day be my wife?"
A shy smile was Quinn's initial response. She then found her own lips on Santana's kissing her slowly, passionately. For a moment, nothing mattered. Nothing stood in their way.
When Quinn pulled back a millennium later, they were both breathless, their chests heaving against each other's. The kiss seemed to have lasted for just a moment too short.
"I'd like to see you try to top this one with the marriage proposal," Quinn mused aloud with the sweetest smile on her face.
Santana's heart exploded with happiness. Quinn was her's. Finally her's.
"I love you, my little girlfriend~"
"You're shorter than me, so don't you dare call me little!"
"Alright, baby," Santana felt like this was all too good to be true, "I love you."
"I love you, too." Quinn took Santana's hand, leading her to the bed. Just as she was about to take off her robe, Santana stopped her.
"Quinn, I love you. But I want to wait to consummate our… relationship?"
Quinn laughed nervously, "I doubt there's such a thing, but why…" her voice turned husky, making Santana swallow, "I want you…"
"Oh believe me when I say I want you too," Santana murmured, "But I want to make it more special. A night to remember. Give me one month? Besides, we have work tomorrow."
Quinn found herself giggling as she sat at the edge of the bed, "You're right. Knowing you, I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow, so maybe we should wait for another time when I won't need to walk."
"Exactly. So if we're doing anything in bed tonight, it's to do with actual sleeping." Santana took a seat beside Quinn, entwining their fingers. "I have forever to fuck you senseless anyways," she smirked, watching the blush grow on Quinn's face.
"Can we cuddle tonight?"
"You ask me like that's a foreign thing for you," Santana pulled back the covers and slid into bed, motioning for Quinn to follow. Quinn did, sliding up right against Santana's body, pulling the covers up to cover both of them. Tiredness hit her like a tidal wave. She mumbled an inaudible few words before hearing a lamp click off and feeling strong arms holding her close. The last thing she remembered was Santana's leg going between her own as she moved closer to Santana, and a soft, beautiful kiss on her forehead.
Perfection.
Song: Make You Feel My Love (Adele)