A/N: Again, I'm sorry for this uber late update. So here's another chapter.
And, THANK YOU for keeping up with this story. I know it's taking too long or whatever, but I feel thankful that some people are still into this. You guys keep me going! Y'all are awesome.
"Oh my God! You're seriously not doing that!" their silence was disturbed by Santana's yelling.
She was yelling at Puck who was grinning at her. Rachel and Quinn turned to look at Puck in confusion.
"Come on, Satan. It'd be fun! And besides, I don't want to walk five hours down that trail again!" Puck said as he turned to the other guys and smirked mischievously. "I'd rather swim."
Rachel's jaw dropped at what Puck said. For some reason, she and Quinn both looked down from the cliff and realized that there was nothing in there but lake water. It was a little too high for Rachel. It's not that kind of cliff that you jump off of just because you can. It's a real cliff diving option. Like hell.
"Noah! I am not allowing you to that!" Rachel said in shock.
"Come on! This is Quinn's idea!"
All of them looked at Quinn who only smiled and shrugged.
Cliff diving.
Santana hissed and rolled her eyes, "I knew it! Fuck you, Fabray! There's no way-"
"San, if Brittany was here, she could've jumped first even without me saying anything about it," Quinn said matter-of-factly as she started to untie her ponytail, signaling that she was getting ready to jump off as well.
If it was possible, Rachel's jaw dropped even more.
"Quinn Fabray, no," Rachel said; the protectiveness was obvious in her voice."You are not cliff diving any minute soon," she finished.
Quinn smiled sweetly at her, "It's either you jump with me or I'll jump alone."
Ding! Here comes the torture.
Rachel always knew Quinn can do a lot of things if she wanted to. She's Quinn freaking Fabray. But one of the things she learned about Quinn when they were still together was that the blonde didn't want to do things alone. She always liked to do something with someone she trusted, like a safe refuge. Like a sanctuary, just in case everything else fails.
It's either you jump with me or I'll jump alone.
Quinn was asking Rachel to jump with her. Does it mean that she still trusted her? Rachel contemplated but even before she got into a conclusion, Puck walked a couple of meters backwards. He grinned and before Rachel knew it, Puck ran and took off the cliff.
Rachel gasped.
Santana and Quinn were both amazed as Finn, Sam and Mike cheered.
Not a few seconds more, they heard a huge splash of water and then silence.
Rachel's mind, as usual, advanced and thought that he drowned but even before she could utter an assumption, Puck shouted from down there.
"Fuck yeah!" he shouted and then screamed some more like he was praising some goddess.
All of a sudden, Mike stepped backwards as well.
Rachel knew what was about to come but damn Mike Chang, he had to make it more dramatic. He ran fast and launched himself to the air off the cliff but even before gravity pulled him down, he did a back flip – twice.
Same thing happened next, splash of water, silence and then loud cheers of excitement afterwards.
Rachel could already hear Puck and Mike screeching from down below.
Finn came in next. But before doing so, he and Sam threw two huge tightly-sealed plastic bags down the two guys who didn't catch it but swam anyway to get it. Rachel realized that Finn secured all of the things they came with inside the two plastic bags so that they won't get wet. It was a brilliant idea even it sounded really dumb.
Then, the inevitable happened. Finn jumped off the cliff as boring as he was. But when Finn screamed in excitement along with Puck and Mike, Rachel could swear this was the first time he heard Finn that excited.
"My turn now," Quinn said as she smiled at Rachel. The blonde took a few steps backwards and faced the view they were just looking at earlier. "You coming?"Quinn asked as she extended her hand to Rachel.
There's no freaking way I'm jumping off!
"Quinn, I-"
"Can't?" Quinn finished it for her. The blonde smirked and turned to Sam, "You know what to do, Sam. Too bad you'd miss this."
Sam just shrugged and then looked at Rachel, "Quinn planned this. If you will not jump, I'd have to accompany you on the way down the trail."
Rachel heard Santana smirk, "Somehow, I knew that good old Fabray is just down there… doubting that Rachel could ever do something as off-the-edge as this."
This marked the start of Santana's challenge.
"You're taking too long, Fabray!" Puck shouted from way down there, his voice echoed throughout the space.
Rachel turned to Quinn whose eyes were shining in sheer excitement and determination. The diva smiled seeing this look from Quinn and she sighed in realization that Quinn really wanted to do this. No one can stop her.
If there's one thing she knew well about Quinn, this is it. If she wants something so bad, nothing can ever stop her from getting it.
Santana then moved closer to Quinn and held her hands, "Come on, Quinn. I'd want to jump with you."
Santana Lopez' teasing galore. Game on.
Berry – 0, Lopez – 1
"I thought you were afraid. You can't do this, San. You're just as scared as me. Now, let Quinn jump already and then you'll walk with me and Sam," Rachel teased back.
Berry – 1, Lopez – 1
But just like always, she found her words firing back at her. That's what you get when you talk to a Santana Lopez. It doesn't get old.
Santana smirked before getting a point back, "I'd rather take this leap than endure your machine gun mouth and Sam's trouty lips for the next five hours."
Berry – 1, Lopez – 2
Then, Rachel looked at Quinn. The excited look was still in her eyes but she was calmer this time. She was patiently waiting for the discussion to end. If she really wanted to jump so badly, she would have jumped alone a few moments ago. But no, Quinn was there waiting patiently for Rachel to make up her mind.
Rachel knew it. Quinn wanted to jump… with her.
"Oh, I just realized this whole jump is a counterpart of your darned life, Berry," Santana said breaking Rachel's thoughts.
"What do you mean?"
"Here you are again, fearing that one big jig with Quinn. You'll never change, are you?" Santana said looking at straight into her eyes.
Berry – 1, Lopez – 3
The Latina leered again. It wasn't over.
"You always want the hard way, Rachel Berry."
Berry – 1, Lopez – 4
"Santana, I could die!" she retorted hopelessly. She didn't really mean it but she was losing the battle with Santana.
Quinn and Sam chuckled.
Santana rolled her eyes, "Then you die with Quinn."
It was careless, relentless even; but Santana was right. Rachel always wondered how Santana manages to simplify everything. Even if she died jumping – though she knows it wouldn't happen – at least she died holding Quinn's hand.
"We're jumping now, so move your chicken ass out of the way," Santana said a little nervous. She turned to Quinn and said, "This doesn't mean I'm not gonna kill you later, blondie. Watch out, I might drown you."
"Jump with me, Quinn," Rachel said before she could stop it.
Berry – 2, Lopez – 4
Santana smirked as Quinn and Sam looked at her quizzically. Then, Quinn smiled and teased, "You might die, you know? It's kinda scary."
"Fabray!"
The blonde chuckled, "Kidding."
"You sure, Berry? There could be sharks out there," Santana mocked.
"It's a lake, Santana," Rachel said now feeling a little braver.
When she told Quinn to jump with her, she didn't miss the way Quinn's eyes lit up. She really wanted to do this with her.
A cliff dive sure wasn't much of a big deal for friends to do. Still, it's not just the cliff dive itself. It's the test of trust that's being put both on Quinn and Rachel. Rachel for a fact knew she trusted Quinn. The fact that Quinn trusts her was the thing that surprised Rachel. After all this time, Quinn still trusted her.
She was scared as hell but Rachel wasn't confused. She wasn't going to let Quinn down.
Determined, she walked to where Santana and Quinn were standing. She gave Santana a look and when the Latina let go of Quinn's hand, Rachel promised herself to thank the force above for Santana Lopez. She loved Santana for the girl's awesome sensitivity. She doesn't show it most of the time but Santana is not as heartless as everyone assumed her to be.
She was still Santana Lopez, though. "You can't do it, Rachel," Santana was now laughing and Sam laughed at Santana's mockery.
Ignoring Santana, Rachel took Quinn's hand and clasped it. She felt Quinn clasp back. "You sure?" Quinn asked not looking at her but straight to where they were about to take off.
Rachel nodded.
"She's not sure," Santana teased again.
"I trust you, Quinn."
"Good."
"Do you trust me?" Rachel didn't know where she got the guts to ask. It's probably the excitement.
Quinn smiled, "I still do."
Earlier, Rachel felt braver. Now, Rachel felt invincible.
She smiled and nodded, "Good. I promise I won't let you down."
"Except you two are going down," Santana teased.
In a matter of seconds, Santana's teasing and Sam's chuckles faded in the background. She and Quinn ran excitedly towards the edge of the cliff, hands intertwined. When she felt her feet fizzle out from solid ground, she clasped Quinn's hand like her life depended on it.
There was a suspension high in the air before she felt the pull of gravity.
She felt her heart swarm in many emotions she can't categorize. Quinn was screaming her heart out. Rachel did the same. And in between the screams of joy and excitement, she needed to say it.
"I love you, Quinn," she whispered.
It was a copy cat of that scene when Quinn shouted her love for Rachel back on that stupid rollercoaster. Rachel's declaration wasn't grand. Hell, it wasn't even a declaration. But she needed to say it because it was the truth.
She didn't even know if Quinn heard it. But when she spoke of love, she felt Quinn's hand grasp hers tighter, like it was the blonde's life support. Rachel wasn't sure. She might have imagined it. But what mattered the most is that she said it, to the air, to the nature, to gravity… to Quinn.
Before she could prepare herself, she felt the heavy feeling of immersing underwater.
She did it.
Berry – 3, Lopez – 4
She could hear faint cheers from the guys for a fraction of second until she felt a pair of hands on her waist pulling her up. Emerging from the surface, Rachel caught her breath and without opening her eyes, she screamed!
Quinn was also screaming in thrill of what just happened as the boys cheered around them. They were floating and she could feel Quinn's hands on her waist, guiding her. Rachel could swim but when it came to swimming-related activities, she knew Quinn didn't really trust her abilities. And it hasn't changed.
As she wiped her face to be able to open her eyes, she saw Quinn in front of her beaming. They were all soaked and hyped, not to mention they were wiggling their feet under the water but Quinn was glowing.
Is she in heaven? Did she die?
"You okay?" Quinn asked smilingly.
She didn't die, indeed. But this is heaven.
Rachel nodded.
It was probably the thrill of the jump or the chilly lake water but Rachel found herself pulling Quinn close to her to hug her. Quinn automatically wrapped her arms around the diva's waist as Rachel wrapped hers on Quinn's neck.
They were wriggling their feet under the water and Quinn was laughing. Rachel had silent tears of joy but she refused to let it show, "That was awesome."
"It was. I'm glad you jumped anyway."
Still in the hug, Rachel whispered, "I could never do it if not for you."
She felt Quinn smile. She was sure she touched that part she had wanted to reach inside Quinn's heart. So, she settled at that. Before the blonde could say anything, Rachel pulled away. She had wanted to stay in Quinn's arms but Santana was still leading by one point. She did the scoring in her mind, just so you know.
"What's taking you too long, Santana?" Rachel shouted her payback tease.
"Fuck you!" she heard Santana reply. She laughed because it was hilarious. Santana was actually scared. Damn!
She wished she could take a picture of her first victory over Santana.
"Come down here, coward!" she yelled again. Quinn was already laughing.
All of them were looking up now waiting for Sam or Santana to jump.
"She wouldn't jump!" Sam shouted. Everyone could sense he was stopping himself from laughing.
"I am so disappointed, lefty!" Quinn joined the teasing.
"Fuck you, Tubbers!" Santana said. Cursing was the only thing she only knew now.
Puck swam towards Quinn and Rachel – who were still half-cuddling. "Call for plan B now. Time for the real action, baby mama."
Quinn nodded and called up, "Sam!"
"Is it time?" he asked yelling.
"Shoot!" Quinn shouted smiling mischievously.
The next thing Rachel knew, Sam was flying off the cliff with Santana on his arms, carrying her off like how a groom would carry her wife right after their wedding.
Berry – 1,000,000, Lopez – 4
She won, right?
Santana was cursing in Spanish. Sam was smiling looking so excited. Finn, Mike and Puck laughed at Santana's reaction but were all ready to rescue just in case. And the best of all?
Quinn was behind Rachel.
The blonde's arms were around her waist, body pressed again Rachel's back. Quinn was laughing comfortably as well. Rachel could hear the relief in Quinn's laugh, maybe because her Plan B worked.
Rachel was happy not just because she won over Santana but mostly because she was there with Quinn.
They were in a less popular place in Ohio – a place which was probably lamer and sleepier than Lima. There were only trees and stinky farm animals, no paparazzi and TV interviews and yellow cabs. There was only Rachel and Quinn and a bunch of other people Rachel once considered as hindrance to her dreams.
But for the meantime, she couldn't ask for more.
Quinn was right there. They weren't fighting, they weren't crying; if anything, they were happy.
It wasn't too much but it was enough for Rachel.
o-o-o-o-o
After a few more minutes of playing in the lake, the kids, err, the group walked back to the campsite. Much to Rachel's pleasure, she had Quinn walking with her.
It was funny, a little bit pathetic but highly endearing that Rachel made sure she never left Quinn's side since they jumped off that cliff, so that neither Puck nor Sam could get her again.
Santana was still cursing Sam in Spanish while the blonde guy was just laughing and enduring the Latina's mild punches. Rachel watched them and thought that, wow, Sam had chemistry even with Santana. Mike and Puck were teasing them as Finn silently walked beside her and Quinn.
The three of them were watching Santana shout and laugh with the guys about how Santana ached to sing 'Trouty Mouth', rock version. It was already getting dark and the wind felt a lot colder.
"For the record, Sam and I didn't get past kissing and making out," Santana said laughingly.
Puck laughed, "Man! You told us you had her laid!"
"I told him to say that," Santana chuckled. "Fuck. I was so in love with Brittany, I can't even force myself to fuck someone else without saying her name!"
"The images, Santana. Just eeew," Quinn butted in.
"Shut it, Tubbers. You're not yet off the hook," Santana snapped.
Then, the conversation continued and it got even colder. Rachel was also cold herself but she couldn't stop worrying about Quinn. She was always the one who got cold easily. Not to mention they were all still soaked.
While Quinn was busy interrupting Santana's continuous babbles about how in love she was with Brittany, Rachel looked at Quinn and saw the blonde rub her palms against each other and then press it against her cheeks. It was Quinn's way of getting warm.
Rachel smiled as she remembered that Quinn did it a lot to her when they went to Cincinnati for the lights festival. Every time she got cold because of the December snow, Quinn would rub her palms against each other and gently place them on Rachel's cheeks. Oh, Rachel almost cooed at the memory.
Silently, she felt Finn nudge her arm. Rachel looked up to Finn and saw the guy smiling as he handed her his OSU letterman jacket that he retrieved from one of the plastic bags. The diva's eyebrows crooked in confusion but Finn only nodded his head towards Quinn's direction. He smiled as Rachel took the red-and-white jacket – very much like that of McKinley's, only the letter wasn't "M" but "O".
Finn then took this as his cue to join the rest of the group and leave Quinn and Rachel alone.
Without a word, Rachel draped the jacket around Quinn's shoulder. The blonde looked at her and processed the gesture for a second then smiled at Rachel and shyly ducked her head.
Rachel's alter ego jumped for joy seeing this shy Quinn in front of her.
"Thanks," Quinn smiled.
It's one of those moments that Rachel's machine gun mouth chose to shut. Rachel settled for smiling.
"Aren't you cold?" Quinn asked silently.
"I'm fine," Rachel replied. "I feel cold but probably not as cold as you are," she teased.
"I'm not cold," Quinn said shyly.
Shy Quinn's really starting to make Rachel's heart melt.
"Yes, you are, Ms. Fabray," Rachel said as she linked her arm with Quinn's and they continued walking silently with the other noisy Glee kids.
Quinn, on the other hand, just chose to enjoy the comfort that Rachel offered her. She missed being around Rachel like this. It's one of those very rare moments that they didn't get interrupted about work or the past. Maybe, sure, they were being bugged about the past in their minds but what mattered to Quinn was they chose the option that had so much potential of creating such a good memory.
Instead of dwelling on the mistakes of the past, Quinn Fabray knew very well how to learn from them.
She still had her walls but it wasn't all too tough like HBIC Quinn's walls. She just needed someone who wanted to break it – someone who wanted it enough. Like, someone who would actually try to break through it instead of breaking it. Aside from Santana, there was only one person who was able to do that and it was Rachel way back during that fossilized and over used memory lane.
Quinn looked at Rachel and saw how her facial expression changed from one reaction to another as she listened to Santana's stories about…
"…and then Quinn bitched the professor off-"
Her.
Santana was embarrassing her in front of everyone. Under normal circumstances, Quinn would have easily clamped Santana's mouth with her hand so she would stop the impending humiliation.
"…blondie fell off the stairs, butt first!"
But Quinn settled for just watching Rachel throw her head back because of uncontrolled laughter. Quinn laughed as well but for an entire different reason.
Going back to the walls that she built around her, again, it was only Rachel who wanted it enough to actually break through it. And right now, that was what Rachel was doing. She wasn't sure if the diva planned it on a PowerPoint or not, but she was sure that Rachel was making an effort. To what extent? That was what Quinn was willing to find out. Where it leads to? That was one thing Quinn didn't want to think about.
Rachel was taking her steps slowly and to Quinn, this was such a Rachel thing to do when it came to life-altering decisions. Yes, she's aggressive when it came to solos and Broadway shows but Rachel always took a different approach when it came to Quinn. Slowly, but surely. Quinn liked this because she doesn't feel pressured or forced. She felt like finally, she had the right and the chance to asses her own feelings.
Quinn was just there walking with Rachel, laughing at Santana's stories about her college bloopers and the blonde felt absolutely glad. She would admit she felt a little… whatever you call it when she saw Rachel with Finn that morning.
Whatever that pain in her stomach meant when she saw the diva laughing with their ex the entire morning, it was something Quinn didn't want to discuss anymore. Rachel was so damned twisted in many ways that over thinking about her actions made Quinn's head hurt. Or maybe, spin.
o-o-o-o-o
Later that evening, while everyone was busy with smores, Santana stood by the lake looking out its extreme calmness. She had a cigarette in one hand and a whiskey bottle on the other.
Perhaps, nobody ever noticed that she was nervous. And she would never admit it but indeed, the wedding terrified her. There was no doubt about her feelings for Brittany but to Santana, getting married was a big thing. She had always wanted marriage to be something sacred, something you only do if you're sure that that person is "the one". To Santana, even in the availability of divorce, being married is something you only do once and cherish it forever.
Who would've thought Santana was a hopeless romantic?
She was nervous because finally, she's about to walk down that overrated aisle. She was scared because she knew, unlike the many mistakes she did in her life, she can't afford to be wrong about this one. She can't afford to be wrong upon thinking that Brittany is the one. Truth is, the thought that she was about to call Brittany her wife is something she had always imagined but now that it's about to happen, it scared her.
She loved Brittany so much but just like high school Santana Lopez, she was afraid of what the future holds for both of them. Can they survive the pressures of being married and having a family? Can they handle the added pressure of being a married gay couple? Santana had more questions in her mind but she knew she wasn't bound to get the answers soon. She loves Brittany but how far can love go?
Santana loved Brittany so much that she knew she'd never survive if Brittany would leave her just because she wasn't a good wife. What if she messed up? What if she breaks them apart? Santana has changed and for sure she wasn't all that bitch anymore but she's still Santana Lopez. She's still who she is. What if that Santana Lopez shatters her marriage in the future?
"Nervous?" a voice interrupted her thoughts.
Santana looked to see who it was and saw Quinn. Of course, it's Quinn. Sometimes, she thinks that Quinn had some sort of mind-reading powers. The blonde knows her too well. "Yeah," she replied.
"I know. That's why I wanted you to jump off right there," Quinn said as she smiled. The Latina then handed Quinn her pack of cigarettes and the blonde took one and started puffing as well. Quinn smoked cigarettes occasionally. She smoked cigar when she's stressed or under pressure or mad. Since she started recovering from bulimia, she used cigarette as displacement of everything she felt. Good thing Santana kept this vice on watch.
"This is awesome, Q," Santana said. "But I don't understand why there's a cliff dive."
"Because you're scared about this big shift in your life?"
"And a cliff dive eases that?"
Quinn shrugged, "Santana Lopez doesn't get scared."
"Even Santana Lopez has limits, Cap."
"I know. But marrying her greatest love doesn't draw that limit."
Santana smiled. She had a point. "I still don't understand the cliff dive."
"I needed to remind you that Santana Lopez doesn't get scared."
Again, this caused Santana to smile. Admit it. It was sweet. "I failed you. I didn't jump. Sam carried me off."
Quinn laughed quietly, "You think I didn't know that?"
"Oh, of course you knew. You know everything."
"The point was not merely to get you to jump. The point was to remind you that you're not alone. That whatever this leap is or however it turns out, it's either someone's willing to jump with you or someone's always down there in case everything else fails."
Santana laughed quietly as well, "What is this? A freaking retreat?"
"You can't tell me it didn't work."
"Trust me, it did."
"I know."
"I'm starting to believe Brit's theory about you being a psychic."
Quinn laughed at this. "Nah. I just know you too well."
"I believe that and I hate it sometimes."
"Sucks for you."
Santana nudged Quinn's side with her elbow, "Thank you, Quinn."
Quinn laughed again, "The fact that you're thanking me right now confirms that my whole plan worked."
The Latina looked at her in confusion.
"I believe your thanks you's are synonymous to 'stay around, I still need you, Q'," Quinn explained.
Quinn was right. Her plan worked. Santana felt less scared right at that moment because she knew had Quinn. She knew she had Rachel, too. She didn't doubt Brittany, she doubted herself. She knew she was capable of doing things that could break her marriage but Quinn was right. Falling off from that cliff reminded her that Santana Lopez doesn't get scared. And she just realized that she can be strong for something or someone if she wanted to. Quinn was a living proof to that.
"You know I'll stay around even if I know I'd get kicked out more often because of sexy times," Quinn said putting her arm around the smaller girl. "Don't be scared, San. You're better than that."
"Thanks for reminding me."
Quinn just smiled and let Santana's head lean on her shoulders.
"I need you to be there when my first kid becomes too hard to bear with."
"See? You're thinking about kids now. That's the bitch I know."
"You got me there," Santana said smilingly. "How are things with Berry?"
She didn't mean it to appear as if she's pushing but apparently, Quinn took it the wrong the way.
"Woah. Slow down there," Quinn said shaking her head.
"Since when do we slow down?" Santana asked as she shrugged. "I saw you two today. Reminds me of a certain period of time."
Quinn smiled, "I don't know, San. She's acting weird."
"She's Rachel Berry. What do you expect?"
"I'm getting the hint she's trying to get me back."
Santana threw her hands in the air causing to break their contact, "God, Quinn! Seriously? You only realized it now?"
Quinn looked at her questioningly.
"That girl is still in love with you!"
The blonde just crooked her eyebrows. She was confused rather than shocked with what Santana said.
"No, Santana. She isn't anymore. It's been what? Four years?"
"Come on, Quinn. Stop fooling me. We both know that's not the issue," Santana said as she took a swig from the bottle of whiskey.
"I don't know, San," Quinn said looking away from the Latina. "She confuses me."
"She had her reasons. I thought you knew that she kicked you out not because she didn't love you."
"I don't know, San," Quinn said again.
"A while ago, you kept telling me that you know this, you know that. Now that it involves you, you suddenly don't know? The fuck, Q?"
"A few weeks ago we we're talking about how I should be careful being around her again, now you're pushing me to her?"
"Who said I was pushing you?" Santana said now growing with impatience. "I could write an entire thesis about why you shouldn't talk to her or even look at her! God! I can even write a trilogy movie of reasons why I don't like her."
"Then why are we having this talk?"
"Because as much as I love you, you're blind, Quinn! No, let me correct that! You're insensitive!"
Though they hated to admit it, they both knew where the conversation was going and it would always end up with one of them getting hurt.
"Now, the problem is me?" Quinn said throwing her hands in the air. "Santana, I'm so sorry! I am so sorry for choosing not to assume things because the last time I assume someone needed me, I got kicked out, remember?"
Both of them were already speaking louder. They were yelling a bit and this caused the guys and Rachel to look at them. They knew they were arguing about something but they can't hear them all clear. They knew the two were fighting but no one dared to approach them.
"Quinn! Will you stop handling problems like this? I am merely asking you to open your eyes to the fact that Rachel still loves you just so you can stop feeling sorry for yourself!"
"You know what Santana?" Quinn said as she stepped back. "I am not having this conversation with you tonight!" the blonde said as she turned her back and started walking away.
"Of course, you wouldn't Fabray!" Santana yelled. "All you do is fucking run away!"
This halted Quinn's steps. She turned back to Santana furiously and just looked at her with unshed tears. Santana walked towards Quinn with fire in her eyes.
"Yes, Quinn! Every time we talk about this, all you do is run away. All you do is tell me that you don't want to talk about it because you're over it. But I know the truth, Quinn! I know! And it sucks for you because you can fool the world, damn! You can even fool yourself but not me!"
Quinn was struggling to keep her emotions at bay. It was true. She and Santana never sat and talked about everything. They had little talks but they always ended up to Quinn shelving the topic.
"Quinn, we are having this talk right now because I'm done blaming the freaking dwarf. Stop convincing me that you're over her because you aren't and you'll never be over her!" Santana said as she stepped closer to Quinn. "Phoebe likes you, Quinn. Puck wants to work it out with you but all you do is put walls around you because you think that everybody is like Rachel."
"Drop it, Santana," Quinn said as tears fell from eyes. She was crying but Santana didn't miss the icy glare that came with it.
The Latina was scared for pushing Quinn again but she already started pushing it, she needed to finish. "Slap me in the face Quinn. Slap me in the face because I'm right. As much as I'm done blaming Rachel, I'm done seeing you unhappy."
"You want to hear the truth Quinn? Rachel is trying to get you back but you refuse to admit it because you're freaking scared! You know Rachel is making an effort but you refuse to accept it because you're freaking scared to be hurt again," Santana said now trying to catch her breath.
Quinn was already angry. Santana knew this.
"Slap me in the face because I know that you're scared because you can't get yourself to trust her again. Let me tell you what you've been trying to run away from all this time and don't worry because she doesn't hear us. You're scared because you want her back, too and you can't absorb it because you promised yourself that you're done falling for her."
Quinn's eyes grew wide in surprise and anger.
"But you hate it even more because you're doing just that! You're falling back for her Quinn! Admit it!"
This and Santana felt a hand on her cheek that caused her head to jerk sideways. Quinn slapped her on the cheek.
"I said drop it," Quinn said as she met Santana's eyes and ran back inside the camper.
Santana just looked at her and also didn't miss the shocked group of guys and a bewildered Rachel probably wondering what the hell happened.
"Shit," Santana muttered as she ran her hand on the aching part of her cheek.
Santana knew this. Now that she's pushed Quinn off her limits, Santana knew something was bound to end soon. It's either it ends Quinn and Rachel's chase or it ends Quinn and Santana's friendship.
LOL. Again, everytime I write Santana and Quinn, I fall in love with their friendship over and over again!
For the next chapter: Let's just say Quinn and Rachel finally does the talking. Woops.