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Santana stretched her body out eliciting a small moan, it always felt good to stretch. She jumped when her foot touched warm skin. Rolling on to her back she was greeted with the sleeping form of her girlfriend next to her. Immediately her heart swelled. The fact that Quinn had cared enough to find her and show up as quickly as she had must mean that she finally believed her right?

Reaching over she tucked a lock of blonde hair behind Quinn's ear. The movement making the blondes eyes flutter open.

"Hey, this is a nice surprise."

"I owe you an apology."

Quinn sat up quickly, making her head spin a little.

"No you don't I get why you are feeling the way you are." Santana scooted closer to her.

"San…"

Red lips crashed into her own and Quinn allowed herself to get lost in the kiss for a few seconds before reluctantly pulling back.

"Don't stop I need to kiss you." Santana murmured against her neck.

"San we need to talk."

Santana stalled her movements immediately.

"Well that's never good, please tell me you didn't come all this way to break up with me."

"Of course I didn't come here to break up with you."

The building tension in the brunette's body released ever so slightly. At least she hadn't stayed silent with that question like she had at the hotel.

"Ho…..however…" Quinn's voice stuttered and Santana could finally see the fear in the blonde's eyes.

"However?"

"You may want to after I've finished talking."

"Oh god did you hook up with someone else last night?"

"WHAT? NO! I WOULD NEVER CHEAT ON YOU." Quinn began to tremble.

"Q what is it?" Santana rubbed up and down her arms reassuringly.

"Ok so first I need you to know that I do know you would never intentionally hurt me."

"I'm glad coz it's true."

"Last weekend Kitty's assistant was at your show."

"Yeah Loretta began to tell me about that yesterday but I told her we could discuss it later."

"So she was there."

"Yes."

"She was actually sitting right behind Rachel and me."

"Oh ok, she must have got tickets off someone on our team as that section is for crew. What's that got to do with us though babe?"

Santana reached for her hand and squeezed it gently. The blonde lifted it to her lips and kissed it so softly that if Santana wasn't watching it happen she would have never known she had been kissed. Placing Santana's hand back on top of her own leg Quinn took a deep breath in.

"Q you are scaring me."

"It was me."

"You what? You gave her tickets?"

"No it was me that talked about not letting you go down on me yet."

"Wait what?" Santana immediately moved back a couple of inches.

"You accused me of talking to Kitty and it was you all along?"

Santana had felt like she had been broken hearted in the past but she was certain she could actually feel her heart cracking in that moment.

"I wasn't aware when it all happened last night, but when I got home I got talking to Rachel."

"Ok." The singer was doing her best to keep her emotions under control.

"It had been playing on my mind a lot and when I had those cocktails last week I blurted it all out to Rachel."

"Blurted what out to Rachel exactly?"

"My insecurities with the whole oral sex thing etc."

"I see."

"Kitty's assistant must have over heard me and reported it back to her. San I am so sorry. I know there are no words to make up for all of this."

Tears formed in the corner of Quinn's eyes but she wouldn't let them fall, she couldn't allow tears to guilt Santana in any way into feeling sorry for her.

"So you have a go at me for talking about personal things or not as the case may be yet you can talk about it to Rachel?"

"I would never discuss anything personal about you and your body with anyone I swear."

"So it was ok because it was about you?"

"No…yes…..No I shouldn't have said anything at all."

"You can talk to Rachel about things like that but you haven't talked to me about it since that first time?"

"I normally wouldn't talk to Rachel about anything like that but I was drunk and it had been playing on my mind."

"So why didn't you talk to me?"

"I don't know Santana!" Quinn was getting frustrated as the tears began to make tracks down her cheeks.

"This is…..well this is fucked up." Santana had now put about two feet between them.

"I swear I had no recollection of the conversation and as soon as I found out I came here."

"I'm um…I'm going to go and take a shower."

"San please talk to me."

"I don't actually have anything to say to you right now Q I just need to go over some things in my head."

Quinn nodded and watched as Santana made her way to the bathroom and closed the door. The sound of the door locking was like a kick in the stomach to Quinn.

Her hand hovered over the paper as she tried to think about something to say but nothing could come close to enough. She wrote a simple I'm sorry and gathered her things together before making her way down the stairs praying that Maribel and Carlos were not awake yet. Her prayers were answered so she took a moment to rip another page from her notebook and scrawl a thank you note for their hospitality before leaving out the front door.

She understood where Santana was at and she wasn't going to be pushy about anything as she had no right…it was her fault they were in this predicament after all. Yep the woman who never felt worthy in relationships till she met Santana just proved with amazing clarity that she was right all along. Santana was probably better off without someone like her anyway…especially if all it took was a few drinks and she was spilling personal information loud enough for people to hear.

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Santana exited the bathroom and breathed a sigh of relief that Quinn had gone down stairs. She had a pretty good idea what she wanted to say to her girlfriend but this would give her the opportunity to rehearse it a couple more times as she got dressed.

Rummaging through her wardrobe she managed to find a half decent pair of jeans and a sweater. Thank god her Mom never got rid of anything she left behind when she visited.

It was only as she took a seat on the side of the bed to pull some socks on that noticed the piece of paper on the pillow. Santana's head snapped around the room noting the few things of Quinn's that had been by the window earlier were gone.

"God damn it Quinn." She growled as she took the stairs two at a time.

"Santana this is not a playground you are going to break your neck." Maribel scolded her from the living room.

"Mami have you seen Quinn?"

"No darling I've just got up, I haven't even made a coffee yet." Maribel patted the cushions she was straightening.

"Jesus Christ." Santana groaned.

"Santana what on earth has got in to you?"

"Quinn has gone."

"What? Why? I thought you were going to talk this morning?"

"We did."

"Oh I take it things didn't go well?"

"I just needed a few minutes to get my head around a couple of things and I think she took it as though I didn't want to talk anymore."

"For two sensible women you both suck when it comes to communication."

"Tell me about." Santana sat on the sofa and began to tug some of her mom's running shoes on to her feet.

"Where are you going?"

"I need to borrow your car Mom."

"Santana I'm due at work shortly."

"I'll get you an Uber please just let me take your car."

"Fine the keys are on the side table in the hall."

Santana jumped to her feet and kissed her Mom on the cheek.

"Thanks I love you."

"I love you too please drive safely."

"Promise."

Santana ran to the garage and hit the button to open the doors, she had no idea where to start but she had to find Quinn, this was turning into some ridiculous plot line to a super bad movie.

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Quinn walked through the park, joggers ran by and smiled and dogs ran to retrieve balls. Sometimes she felt like she didn't really spend enough time just walking.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and as she went to check it she was knocked to the ground by a large man in extremely tight active wear.

"Oh gosh I'm so sorry I was trying to change the song on my IPod."

"Its fine I was reaching for my phone and didn't see you."

The man held out his hand to help her up.

"Ah shit." Quinn hissed when she put her weight on her right ankle.

"Oh crap you are injured I'll call an ambulance."

"No its fine it's just a bit of a sprain I'll be ok." Quinn hobbled towards a nearby bench.

"I was just finishing up so my car isn't far away can I take you home at least?"

"No its ok I will just rest it a bit and I'm sure it will be ok."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely please carry on with your run."

The man looked around a little unsure.

"Honestly I'm good it feels better already."

It didn't and as Quinn wiggled her foot to try and pretend it did for the jogger's sake she nearly cussed a few hundred words.

"Ok well I'm sorry again."

Quinn waved him off before groaning, it was definitely swelling inside her boot. Remembering the earlier message on her phone she took it from her pocket.

- - - Quinn please make this game of hide and seek a little easier and give me a clue.

Quinn smiled at the message from Santana.

- - - Park with fountains.

Fifteen minutes later she saw the Latina climb from the driver's side of a black escalade. Standing up to make her way towards Santana she collapsed heavily back to the bench and began to rub at the joint, she had really done a good job of it this time. Witnessing the action Santana began to jog towards her.

"Hey what happened?" Bending down she took the offending ankle into her own hands.

"It's just a sprain."

"Can I take you boot off and have a look?"

"My word isn't enough?"

Santana raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her.

"Fine just be gentle please I think it's swollen."

Santana slowly pulled the zip down on the side of the blondes boot before slipping it off, it was definitely swollen and a blue bruise was beginning to form.

"This needs ice." She had seen enough sprains and twists in her time.

"Yeah is there somewhere nearby I can get some?"

"Yes my parents' house."

"I wasn't meaning there."

"Why is their ice not good enough?"

"NO! you know that's not what I meant."

A smirk fell across Santana's face earning her a smack on her shoulder.

"Come on let me help you to the car."

Santana helped Quinn to her feet, lifting the teachers arm up and over her shoulder and gripping her waist firmly.

"Wow are you Santana Lopez?" a woman squealed as she passed them earning an instant audience.

"Hey Santana."

"Santana can I get a photo?"

People started to move towards them making Santana nervous.

"San this could get bad." Quinn said quietly.

"I know can you move any faster?"

"No…you could give me a piggy back."

"No woman of mine is being given a piggy back Q."

In a split second Santana had scooped Quinn into her arms bridal style.

"Sorry folks I can't stick around today we need to get out of here for some ice."

Hurrying away from the growing crowd Santana was thankful for the extra hours she spent in the gym doing upper body training.

Nearing the car she was thankful once again for keyless entry.

"Grab the door Q, so I can sit you in."

Quinn did as she was told and opened the door enough that Santana could bump it fully open with her hip.

"Thanks." Quinn muttered as Santana moved to fasten her seat belt, she was more than capable of doing it herself of course but as always she enjoyed having Santana so close.

"No worries, are you ok?"

Concerned brown eyes ripped straight through her and without thinking she closed the distance between them, their lips like a magnet. After a minute of kissing Santana pulled back.

"I'm sorry San I shouldn't have done that."

Santana could tell that Quinn felt she had done the wrong thing, maybe it wasn't the best idea right at that moment but hey she could kiss those lips any time of any day.

"I think I earned it don't you." Santana winked at her before shutting the door and making her way to the driver's side. A couple of teenagers had recognized her in the parking lot so she posed for a quick selfie before jumping in to the vehicle.

"Were you running away?"

Santana mumbled after a couple of minutes of silence.

"I was giving you some space."

Santana looked over to her, damn it those eyes again.

"Ok I was…. as much as I knew I owed you the truth face to face I'm happier if you break up with me over the phone or via messenger or something."

"No more running ok Q?"

"Yeah….not likely going to happen with this." Quinn pointed to her ankle making them both chuckle.

"We ice that and then we talk alright?"

"Ok." Her hands began to fidget in her lap, instinctively Santana leant across and took one in her own.

"We aren't breaking up Quinn."

"We're not?"

"Well not unless you have decided to get rid of me after all."

"Never."

"Then we're not."

Quinn nodded and looked back out the window a small smile evident on her lips. She would make this up to Santana and make it big.