You Can Stare All You Like...
'See,' Quinn began as she and Santana were making their way back to their room. 'That wasn't so bad.' She smiled, the doors to the elevator opening as she took Santana by the hand.
'No, I guess it wasn't.' She smiled at the blonde, gripping her tightly. 'And Brit knows, about us. Berry told her.'
'That's good San, one less person to drop the bomb on.' She laughed, Santana nodding as they reached the door. Before they entered, Quinn lent down slightly to the smaller girl, pressing her lips gently against Santana's. Deepening the kiss as she pressed the brunette up against the door, her face desperately wanting to smile as she felt her kissing back just as fiercely. Quinn took this as a good sign so she started to trace her hand up Santana's stomach. Reaching under her shirt she felt her fingers brush along her scars, the delicate skin warm under her touch. It felt nice to be close to her, that is, until she started to tense up.
'Mmm, wait.' Santana turned her head sideways, the door preventing her from moving any further.
'I'm sorry, what is it?' Quinn wiped her mouth slightly as she pulled away, looking at the Latina.
'Don't be sorry, I just.' She paused, looking down at the floor.
'Santana you can talk to me.' Quinn smiled sweetly, brushing a strand of dark hair out of Santana's eyes.
'I don't want you to be mad okay?' She looked into Quinn's eyes, the blonde just smiling at her.
'Why would I be mad? Just tell me what it is.' She held the smaller girl's hands in her own.
'Can we go inside first?' Santana asked timidly.
'Sure.' Quinn took the key card from her pocket, slipping it into the slot as the light went green, then pushing her way through it. Santana immediately went to sit on the bed, Quinn quickly closing the door and following her. 'Now,' she dropped down onto the bed next to the brunette. 'Talk to me.'
'Well,' she sighed. 'The last time I, you know, did that. It was with Brit. And it was a while ago. I just, I'm not sure if I'm ready for that yet.' She smiled sadly at Quinn, who pulled her into a hug.
'That's okay Santana, I get it.'
'So, you're not mad then?' Santana pulled away looking confused, Quinn doing the same.
'Like I said, why would I be mad? It's only sex San, it's not that important to me.'
'But out in the hall, I thought, I thought that's what you wanted.' She looked down, embarrassed.
'Well I can't deny that it would be nice.' She laughed, stroking the side of Santana's face as she continued. 'But you are more important to me than that. And if you're not comfortable then that's okay with me. I'm more than willing to wait until you are.' The blonde proceeded to place light kisses on her face, kissing away the tears that she knew would be coming.
'Thanks Q.' She smiled, exhaling as she kissed her back on the lips. 'But kisses are good.' The brunette grinned.
'Kisses are very good.' Quinn agreed, giggling at her and embracing her one more time. 'So, how did you feel today?'
'Well, after I woke up it was fine.' Santana smiled. 'I actually haven't really thought about it at all, and hanging with Brit helps.'
'Yeah, you looked happy today, sitting with her.' Quinn started to undress, changing into her pyjamas, Santana simply watching her every move.
'I used to think that Brittany was the only person who got me.' Santana admitted, Quinn slumping back down on the bed, but the other end so that her head was now leaning against the headboard.
'And now?' Quinn encouraged her to carry on.
'And now, I'm thinking I was wrong.' She grinned, getting up to change as Quinn had done moments ago.
'Well, that's good to here. Now get your skinny ass in this bed.' Santana chuckled, removing her top to reveal the scars once more. Quinn couldn't help it. She knew that every time her eyes would be drawn to them, and Santana noticed.
'You can stare all you like Q. You can't make them disappear.'
'But I can try.' She smiled again, Santana joining in as she slipped into the bed beside Quinn. The blond's arm wrapping tightly around her. Keeping her safe. 'So, Mr Schu asked me what I thought about you performing later on in the week.' Quinn spoke after a while, the brunette not looking up at her.
'What did you tell him?' Santana stared ahead, grabbing onto Quinn tighter.
'Honestly,' she felt Santana nod. 'I said that I think you should sit out.' Santana sighed as Quinn continued. 'I know you don't want to San, but I think it would be for the best.'
'I know. And you're probably right.' She sighed again. 'Damn it, you are right.' She corrected herself.
'Santana, I don't want to be right. And who knows maybe you'll feel better by Friday? Maybe you can learn the routines anyway, just in case' The blonde hugged her tighter.
'I guess it wouldn't hurt.' Santana agreed, but then moved out of Quinn's arms and out of the bed.
'What are you doing?' Quinn asked, sitting up as the Latina pulled back on the pair of jeans she just threw onto the floor.
'I can't sleep. I'm gonna go for a walk, clear my head.' She smiled at Quinn, taking a hoodie out of her suitcase and pulling it over her head.
'Okay hang on, I'll come with you.' Quinn was halfway out of the bed when Santana stopped her.
'No, Q.' The blonde looked at her. 'Can I go alone? I just really need to be alone for a bit.' She smiled, Quinn sitting back down heavily on top of the covers.
'You sure?' Santana nodded. 'What if something, you know, happens?' Quinn added.
'I've got my phone. I promise I won't be long and I'm only going around the hotel. No way am I going outside today.' She joked, but Quinn knew she was deadly serious. 'And besides, you could use a good nights sleep.' Santana winked at her, spinning on her heels as she grabbed the key card from the table and headed out the door. Quinn was left in silence and she couldn't help but feel scared. She didn't want Santana to be out there alone, especially today, but she also knew that Santana needed to figure out some things for herself. So she did what Santana had said, and tried to get a good nights sleep.