Cause when you've given up,
When no matter what you do it's never good enough.
When you never thought that it could ever get this tough,
That's when you feel my kind of love.
And when you're crying out.
When you fall and then can't pick your happy off the ground
When the friends you thought you had haven't stuck around.
That's when you feel my kind of love.
Quinn watched Santana in awe as Santana's voice crumbled through her every fibre. What had she been thinking? There is no way she could forget Santana… especially when Santana looked up at her and took a slight breath. Santana had poured her heart out in that song… and Quinn had felt every rapture in Santana's soul. Quinn knew she had been wrong… Knew she was nothing more than poison to Santana… but She could live without Santana. Ignorance may be bliss but Santana was heaven….
Santana dropped her face as she struck the last chord and smiled sadly. She knew the song shouldn't be enough but how would Santana be able to hold her tears back if she tried to explain every feeling which Quinn stirred in her? Santana didn't want to cry and hated the burning sensation which tickled her throat and nose as she tried to hold back her tears….
"That was beautiful" Quinn whispered as she cupped Santana's cheek, tilting Santana's face so that they were staring deeply into each other's eyes.
Santana thought for a moment as she rushed through one million thoughts which now seemed to start speeding through her thoughts. But only one thing could form on her lips.
"I love you Quinn" Santana whispered as Quinn's skin radiated against her cheek.
Quinn hazel eyes intensified as she watched Santana for what seemed like an eternity. Santana felt as though she was in a trance… waiting to hear Quinn's thoughts, hoping that Quinn would open up.
"I…." Quinn started but she swallowed her words as emotions seemed to get the better of her.
Fearing that Quinn might reject her against, Santana placed her hand on Quinn before taking a deep breath.
"I'm not perfect okay? I get that…. But you make me want to be better. I know that sounds like cliché and it's been over used but… I find pleasure in being in your arms; touching your skin. I've been stupid and reckless… selfish at times… but I'm here to make it right. Even if it means I have to serenade you and cry to get you to listen" Santana said as her eyes traced Quinn's face, trying to look for a flicker of emotion which Quinn always seemed to hid so well.
"You cry?" Quinn teased slightly before coughing back a teary chuckle.
As Quinn turned to look away Santana's hand caught her chin gently, making Quinn focus back on Santana once more. Silence enveloped them as Santana's eyes focuses on Quinn's once more…. Staring deeply into Quinn's soul.
"Yes." Santana said with all seriousness, "Because I can't picture another second without you Fabray"
A warm sensation trickled down Quinn's spine as the firmness and blunt force of Santana's words struck her. Was this the same child Quinn had meet a few months ago?
"You're young Santana" Quinn tried to argue.
Santana was young…. And impulsive… a couple years from now, she would regret declaring her love like this. Quinn didn't want Santana making rash decisions….
"And you're naïve to think that Age has anything to do with love" Santana simply stated before placing her guitar next to her.
"Perhaps... but with Age comes maturity" Quinn bit back, refusing to let that comment go.
Santana pulled Quinn closer before taking a deep breath….
"And Maturity comes with experience, which I have a lot of." Santana whispered as she felt Quinn's pleasure-filled reaction to Santana's touch.
"Don't be a Brat" Quinn breathed out as she felt Santana's arms rest on Quinn's hips.
Quinn tried to block out the melting effect it had on her body, but it was useless… As much as Quinn tried to resist, her body crumbled. All Quinn could do was close her eyes,; try and break Santana's hypnotic trance.
"Me? You're the one who wants to fight this" Santana teased slightly, her tone finally lightening the thick atmosphere which clung to their skin.
"I'm just scared" Quinn continued,
"Of what? Me?" Santana said, slightly taken aback.
Quinn simply nodded before biting her bottom lip. Santana simply got up, standing between Quinn and the desk which Santana had just sat on. A few moments passed in silence before Santana moved closer to Quinn; leaving the lips inches apart.
"I am what I am…. But I'm not the same girl who left here 3 months ago. I'm still the girl who fixes car and watches stars… but I'm not a self-loathing teen ager bent on destruction" Santana whispered. "I don't need to be fix… I don't need to be tamed… All I need is your love"
Quinn's eyes flicked open as though she was shocked by Santana's confession.
"But h-" Quinn mumbled before Santana interrupted.
"Rehab…."
Quinn arched her eyebrow slightly as she placed a hand on Santana's chest, trying to grasp the new found information.
Santana different? Could it be… Wait… Quinn feel inlove with the damaged, reckless Santana. Would this effect Quinn's love? Wait… how did Santana end up in rehab…
"It's a long story" Santana noted as she say the confusion etched in Quinn's face.
"Santana… I…." Quinn mumbled as her eyes flicked around the room, trying to find her words.
Silence suffocated them once more as Santana waited on Quinn's answer. Would they ever be together?
