Just a baby fluff piece to get us through this week

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"I just don't get it, he said she didn't love me anymore not like he did in grad school and on top of it, I think there's someone else." The blonde sniffles as her best friend sadly looks at the broken mess in front of her "Shit. I'm really sorry Q but you know, I told you over and over he wasn't good enough for you, didn't I? You know Biff always was an ..."

The blonde looks up, questioning "Asshole."

Huffing, the blonde stands beginning to pace "Ugh! I knew it, I knew I should have fucking called Rachel."

"Wait. What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you've never liked Biff and you certainly never liked us together. You didn't even bother coming to the wedding. Hell, now that I think about it you haven't liked anyone I've dated! I don't even know why I came over here"

The brunette stood, putting her hand up "Hold the hell up. Me not going to your wedding had nothing to do with….you know what never mind"

"No!" The blonde yells, stomping back into the living room "Just say it Santana because for the past three years I've wondered why the fuck my best friend didn't care enough about me to even be at my wedding!"

"I didn't care enough….You know what, just forget it Q, it's not like it matters now anyways"

"It mattered to me" Quinn sniffles as her eyes begin to water "It broke my heart not having you there"

Santana scoffs rolling her eyes "This isn't about any of that, you still don't get it, do you Q? All these fucking years later and you still don't get it. Look" The brunette exhales rubbing the back of her neck "Biff is the biggest idiot in the world, possibly the universe, okay? But it's his loss." Stepping closer to the blonde, Santana takes Quinn's hands into her own "You're perfect Luce, you always have been. You've never needed anyone to define you but I think you tend to forget that part"

The blonde leans forward, their foreheads touching as her eyes close "San, I'm sorry"

"Don't. Just listen because I'm serious" The brunette whispers "You're amazing Q, you always have been and like I told you before, you've never needed anyone to define you."

As both girls pull apart Santana's phone buzzes

"Fuck. I gotta go Q, Britt's parents are coming to visit and I have to…never mind doesn't matter." Santana stands putting her jacket on "Promise to call me in the morning Q?"

Quinn nods, wiping the tears from her eyes "I promise San. Thank you for checking up on me"

As both girls walk to the front door Santana pauses, turning to face the blonde "I love you, Q so fucking much. Call me when you wake up, okay?"

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The next morning Quinn rubs the sleep from her eyes heading towards the restroom.

Yawning, she moves to turn the shower on but something catches her eye. A few lime green sticky notes with a bright red lipstick kiss mark on one, she smiles immediately knowing who they're from.

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Morning Q-Ball,

It seems you forgot who the fuck you are, so let me remind you.

Take a good look in that mirror, You're Lucy Quinn Fabray

OWN THAT SHIT!

You're perfect, You matter and are so loved, more than you'll ever know.

NOW! Get that pasty white ass in the shower and man the fuck up!

I Love You,

Santana

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The blonde smiles shaking her head and with a new found pep in her step, she fully prepares for her day.

"Ugh! Come on! Dance with me Q!"

The blonde shakes her head while stirring "I would but in case you forgot, I'm cooking YOU dinner. How the hell did that work out anyways? Last I checked, I'm supposed to be the heartbroken one here"

Santana laughs, shaking her head as she makes her way towards the blonde. Standing behind her best friend she places her hands on either side of the blondes waist, beginning to twist the girl's hips

"Damn girl" The brunette laughs "I almost forgot how much rhythm you had in those hips"

Knowing the brunette won't give up until she dances, Quinn moves to turn off the stove.

As the song continues, Santana effortlessly spins the blonde around the living room. Quinn laughs, momentarily forgetting her troubles as the music takes over and before either realizes, Quinn's arm is extended back, tightly secured around the brunette's neck pulling the girl's body tightly and impossibly closer into her own. Quinn notices Santana's heart is now beating wildly against her back, both their breaths have become slow and shallow, almost non-existent. The pair continue to move together a few more minutes before and when hands begin to roam, the brunette clears her throat quickly retreating back towards the living room

"Shiit….I'm...Sorry Q. Let's...umm…. Let's eat"

Both girls eat in silence, neither making eye contact. Eventually the silence becomes too much and Quinn finally breaks "It's not a big deal San, we've always been close"

The brunette nods not looking up from her spaghetti

"It's not that Q" She exhales "You're going through a divorce, you're vulnerable and I.."

"You have Brittany"

Santana looks up, giving the blonde a look she can't seem to place

The brunette nodded "Umm yeah, right. I have...Britt"

After many protests from the brunette about helping with the dishes, Quinn takes a seat on the loveseat as Santana finishes putting the leftovers in the fridge.

"Hey, do we have time to watch a movie or do you need to go?"

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"I can stay Q"

After placing the bowl of popcorn in her lap, the blonde presses play.

No more than five minutes into the movie, Quinn rolls her eyes at the passed out brunette on her shoulder. No matter how many times this happened, she never dared to wake Santana up; The blonde simply placed a kiss on the top of the brunette's head and pulled her closer.

It never ceased to amaze Quinn how Santana could always fall asleep when they watched movies together, no matter the movie. She begins to wonder if it's the same with Brittany but quickly shakes the thought from her head, not wanting to know the answer.

No, Quinn likes to think that just maybe Santana feels safe in her arms.

"San" The blonde gently whispers "It's getting late, are you going home or staying the night?"

"I wanna stay with you, babe" Santana mumbles sleepily against the blonde's neck as her grip tightens. Quinn knows her best friend is half asleep and shouldn't read into it but when the latina speaks to her like that, the blonde's heart always skips a beat. Squeezing the latina once more they slowly stand making their way into Quinn's bedroom. Once settled in bed, Santana turns from her spot moving to spoon the blonde. Her breath now hits the shell of Quinn's ear and the blonde pulls strong arms tighter around her allowing herself to finally rest.