Chapter 21
Santana's POV

"Quinn babe, are you ready? Why can't I come in?" I whined, knocking on our bathroom door. She had been in there for over an hour and I was getting impatient. Tonight we were going out; I wanted to treat her and hopefully ask her to be my girlfriend, so I'd made plans for a romantic evening out. After the incident with Russell, we'd become even closer and I felt that we should progress in our relationship, and considering I was yet to receive the green light in the bedroom, I decided we could still move forward in other aspects. We were already exclusive, but we didn't have a label, so why not? It wouldn't change anything apart from how we introduced ourselves to others.
"Just finishing my hair, I don't want you to see me until I look satisfactory. You always look better than me so I need to try my best to keep up," she called through the door. I sighed and knocked again, this time with the aim of irritating her.
"Quinn you never look better than me, you're the most perfect, most beautiful woman that anyone has ever seen. With that in mind, you don't need to take so long in there!" I huffed. My knuckles hurt from knocking so I stopped and walked away, sitting down heavily on the bed and admiring my outfit: a pair of black stilettos with a purple cocktail dress.
"Quit whining, you can't make me get ready quicker by knocking incessantly and then showering me with compliments," she laughed. The bathroom door opened just as I was about to respond. My jaw fell to the floor and the words died on my lips. She was standing in the doorway in a blue, curve hugging, strapless, floor length gown with a slit up to her thigh. Her hair was up with two soft curls framing her face, and she looked utterly angelic…in a really sexy way. Sweet lord, was she trying to kill me?
"Like what you see?" She smirked, "close your mouth or you'll eat flies, sweetie,"
Hastily I stood, picking my jaw up too and smoothing down my dress, hoping to regain some dignity. "Quinn, you look absolutely stunning," I walked over to her and smiled shyly.
"Is that honestly what you thought when you saw me?" She raised an eyebrow and placed her hands on my hips, stepping closer.
"Um, well, I may have considered jumping you..." I chuckled.
"I thought so," she laughed, "you have pretty obvious bedroom eyes, San,"
"Whatever, we're going to be late," I mumbled, turning and dragging her out of the bedroom towards the front door. Talking about things like that with Quinn didn't help the growing lust that I had to keep at bay. Fuck her for wearing that damn sexy dress. We walked out of the apartment, arm in arm, and descended the steps. My nerves were growing, but I was looking forward to the evening I had planned. I opened Quinn's door for her when we got to my car, "for you, my lady," I winked.
"Thank you ma'am," she laughed, sitting down and pulling the door closed. I skipped round to the driver's side and got in, twisting my key in the ignition.
"Radio?" Quinn asked, reaching towards the dash board.
"Sure," I smiled, pulling out into the road.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see,"
"Saaaaaan," she whined, looking at me with puppy dog eyes.
"No, it's a surprise," it wasn't really a huge surprise though; I just wanted to annoy her. We were going to her favourite restaurant, a high end place in the heart of New York. We'd only been there once because it was pretty expensive, but Quinn had fallen in love with it, so that's where we were going.
"Fine," she huffed, crossing her arms, annoyed that her puppy dog eyes had failed for the first time. I laughed, stroking her arm. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw her crack a small smile and I grinned, glad that she wasn't going to be a grumpy bitch for the evening.
"I promise you'll love it okay? Trust me,"
"Okay sweetie,"

Afterwards, I decided that we'd take a walk through Central Park. Dinner had gone great but I hadn't found the right moment to ask her, so I planned to now.
"That was lovely, San, but I don't understand why I wasn't allowed to pay," Quinn pouted, linking her arm in mine as we strolled contentedly through the quiet park. It was a clear evening and the stars were out, but there was a bite to the air and we were both shivering slightly.
"Because it was my treat," I smiled, drawing to a halt next to the fountain and sitting down. She joined me and frowned slightly, leaning into my side for warmth.
"But why? It seemed a bit much for a general date," she mused, looking at me curiously. I sighed and turned to face her, my palms sweating; now was the time.
"Look, Quinn, nothing's too much for a 'general date' with you. If I could afford it, I'd happily try and make every date as lovely as that. I love you, and I wanted to do something special to commemorate a hopefully special occasion," I paused and swallowed nervously. She was gazing at my face, a small smile playing on her lips. "I understand if you don't want to put a label on us, but I wondered if it'd be okay for you to be my girlfriend?" I looked up at her hesitantly, waiting for a response. I wasn't nervous often, but she made my stomach twist into knots and my hands get clammy.
"Of course I'll be your girlfriend, dummy," she laughed, lightening the mood instantly and leaning in to place a soft kiss on my cheek. I sighed happily and wrapped my arm around her. "Why were you so nervous? I wouldn't ever say no,"
"Because I didn't know whether you'd be okay with it," I shrugged.
"You could've asked me anywhere, you didn't have to go to all that trouble. Not that I didn't appreciate it," she added, grinning and showing off her perfect white teeth. Her eyes twinkled in the soft moonlight and I wondered how the hell she could possibly think that I was prettier than her.
"I just wanted to make sure I had the best possible chance," I said, resting my head on top of hers, "plus, I like romancing you,"
"You big softy," she looked up at me, smiling, and playfully slapping my thigh.
"I'm your big softy now, so get used to it," I laughed, cuddling her tightly, "come on, let's go home, I'm freezing my ass off out here,"
"Okay. And San?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you,"

The conversation on the way home was light and playful as usual, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
We entered the apartment and I immediately discarded my heels, groaning in the process. "Those damn shoes killed me," I slumped heavily on the sofa and rubbed my sore feet.
"Suck it up, so are mine," she laughed, walking over to the couch and sitting down next to me.
"Hey, you're my girlfriend, you're supposed to take care of me, not tell me to 'suck it up'," I chuckled.
"I'm sorry baby," she said softly, smirking and leaning in to brush her lips against mine. Not satisfied with the fleeting kiss, I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in, connecting our lips properly. She responded immediately and the kiss grew more intense. Without losing contact, she moved and straddled me on the sofa, her hands resting on my hips. My insides were going crazy and I didn't know how much longer I could go without sex, but I knew Quinn was definitely worth the wait. To my surprise, she swiped her tongue across my lower lip and I happily granted her access. The fact that she was the one to deepen the kiss gave me hope that maybe tonight would be the night. Our tongues battled for dominance briefly before we both settled on exploring each other's mouths. I gently bit her lip and she released a breathy moan that only served to fuel my lust. My hands travelled down from her neck, over her shoulders and down her back, coming to a stop on her perfect ass which I squeezed gently. She didn't protest so I stood up with Quinn still straddling me and walked over to the bedroom, never losing contact. I gently laid her down on the bed and climbed on top, placing kisses down her neck and sucking on her pulse point.
"San," she murmured breathlessly, "dress off, now," I felt her hands fumbling for my zipper, so I looked up from her neck and guided her hand, feeling my dress loosen. I shrugged out of it and tossed it to the floor, searching for Quinn's zipper next. My hands were shaking but I didn't know whether it was from anticipation or nerves. Sure I'd been with her before, but that didn't make me any less nervous; this time was different. It meant more.
My hand closed around the zip and I tugged it down, revealing Quinn's soft alabaster skin. After tossing her dress on the floor to join mine, I gazed down at her, soaking up every inch of her beauty now that we were both only in our underwear. "You're so beautiful," I whispered, admiring her perfect abs. How did I get so lucky? Sure Britt was hot, but she was nothing compared to Quinn. She had this radiant beauty that never left, no matter what she wore, and her hazel eyes were simply captivating. I'd never seen her look ugly before, and I felt honoured that she had chosen me to be with when she could have had anyone she wanted with just a casual bat of her eyelashes.
"Not as beautiful as you," she murmured, reaching up to stroke my cheek. I laughed softly and shook my head.
"No way in hell am I more beautiful than you, Fabray," I said sincerely, lowering my lips to her collar bone and listening to her soft moans.
"I love you so much," she whispered.
"I love you too," I smiled, nipping at her earlobe.
"Enough of the teasing, San," her voice was husky and it sent shivers down my spine. I smirked and allowed my hands to wander south, more than happy to oblige.
Definitely worth the wait.

A/N I'm really not sure about this chapter, was it okay? Sorry that I haven't updated in ages, I had writer's block and I've been pretty busy. But yeah, I hope it was alright, I'd really love feedback :)