Fanfiction doesn't like smaller than signs so pretend v3 is the emoticon version of a heart :D
It all started on a Monday morning.
Quinn was rummaging around her locker for the books she needed for first period when she noticed something unfamiliar sitting on top of her biology textbook. She knew she didn't put it in there because it was tilted at a weird angle – somebody probably slipped it in through the gap in her locker.
More curious than anything, Quinn picked up the envelope and the cover was empty bar a single heart drawn on the front. Not even a heart, the emoticon version of it, v3.
Letting a subconscious smile grace her lips Quinn opened the envelope and inside was a small postcard with a single sentence on it.
You have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.
Quinn tilted her head, more flattered than creeped out. She flipped the paper over, but there was no indication as to who sent it. She couldn't recognise the handwriting either: it was small, and cursive.
Did she have a secret admirer?
Her smile widened as she ran through the possibilities of who it could be, before settling on the cute blonde boy with large lips who was in her Maths class. He once said Quinn had pretty eyes. In Avatar language, however.
Was it Sam? Quinn bit her lip giddily before hugging the postcard close to her chest, grabbing her biology textbook, and scurrying off to class.
On Tuesday morning she saw another envelope signed with v3. Excited by this sweet gesture, she saw a different postcard inside still with one single sentence.
Your cute giggle melts my heart.
"Aww…" Quinn hummed to herself as her lips split into an uncontrollable beam. This was so sweet!
She slipped the postcard into her pocket before continuing her way down the corridor, where she ran into the person she had been thinking of the whole of yesterday.
"Hey!" Quinn beamed as she slipped in step with Sam, who looked surprised and a little flustered that his crush was standing so close to him.
"Oh hi!" Sam's lips curved into a dorky smile as he ran a nervous hand through his hair.
"Thanks for sending me these," Quinn smiled bashfully as she vaguely gestured at her pocket.
"Huh?" Sam frowned. "Sending you – oh," Sam smiled in relief. "Well, I'm glad you liked them!"
Quinn beamed and reached for his hand, but then Sam spoke again. "So which flavour did you like more, the strawberry or the vanilla?"
Wednesday morning she saw somebody at her locker when she was getting there.
"Santana?" Quinn smiled, head tilted. The raven-haired girl jumped and leapt away from the locker as if it was a piranha, nearly falling over in her surprise.
Quinn surged forward and held her steady. "Careful," she whispered. "Were you trying to peek into my locker?" Quinn meant to tease, but it made Santana's eyes widen in horror.
Santana's jaw opened and closed before she stood up straight and a huge blush crept through her tan cheeks. "I-I'm sorry," she laughed nervously. "I just lost something – don't worry about it…" she stuttered and before Quinn could respond she ran away.
Huh. That was a bit strange.
Quinn opened her locker and sure, there was another postcard. Ripping it open with fervour she saw what was written inside it, and it made her smile.
I love how you go out of your way to help others.
This note made her the happiest because whoever was sending her these saw beyond her appearance. She ruled out Sam (regretfully) yesterday, so who could it be? Damn, she needed to find out as soon as possible!
On Thursday she found another envelope signed v3 and she was already smiling giddily before she read its contents.
I love how your cheeks flush when you talk about bacon.
Damn, this person cared enough about her to know her guilty pleasure! She had no idea how to communicate with this person, and she decided she would turn up early the next morning to find who it was. She knew she had an unfortunate run of boys in her past, but whoever this was, if he was diligent enough to send these flattering notes every day, he could be the one!
It was Thursday afternoon and she found something very interesting. It was in the middle of class and Santana, who was sitting next to her in History class, had excused herself to go to the toilet. And Quinn spotted an envelope sticking out of her bag.
Knowing she shouldn't invade Santana's privacy but curiosity getting the best of her, Quinn picked up the envelope and her eyes widened when it looked so familiar.
It was white and drawn in the middle of the white space was the heart emoticon, v3.
Oh god… was it Santana?
Quinn didn't have much time to dwell on it before Santana came back and she put the envelope back hurriedly, pretending nothing happened.
Through the whole night, the Latina never left her head. It made sense to be Santana. The shy, smart and dorky girl who never speaks unless spoken to, it seemed like something she would do, slip sweet notes into somebody's locker.
She fell asleep wishing it was Santana.
Quinn arrived in school early on Friday morning, heart pounding at the possibilities. She checked inside her locker first and the envelope wasn't there… she was definitely going to catch her secret admirer now!
She hid in a dark corner and watched her locker from afar, waiting and waiting.
Students started filing as time passed, and Quinn had to crane to see past the sea of students to see if anybody is putting anything in her locker.
And after a while, sure, there was somebody approaching her locker tentatively, looking all around them to see if they were spotted.
Quinn squinted to see the person's face, but all she could see was long raven hair.
No… it couldn't be…
Before she knew it, Quinn had crept out of her hiding spot and she could see Santana clearly now, a tongue sticking out in concentration as she slipped the envelope into Quinn's locker.
"San?" Quinn whispered and the poor girl jumped again, slipping and nearly falling on her butt. But Quinn was there, holding her bridal style, staring right into Santana's eyes.
"Were you the one sending me these letters?" Quinn whispered, watching how Santana's expression morphed from confusion to horror to embarrassment.
"I-I'm so sorry…" Santana whispered as she stood back up straight. "Y-You weren't meant to find out… god, this creeps you out, doesn't it?" She ducked her head as her cheeks burned. "I'm being completely out of line, I'm so sorry, I don't know what I was thinking –"
But Quinn didn't hear any of that. All she heard was Santana's indirect 'yes' to her question by not denying. And before she could control herself, she stepped forward and captured Santana's lips in a tender kiss.
Santana was frozen in shock when Quinn kissed her until Quinn placed a hand in the small of Santana's back, which was when she started relaxing. And when Santana kissed back gently, it made Quinn feel she could fly to the moon.
Santana's eyes were dazed with wonder when Quinn pulled away. "I-I…" Santana stuttered, cheeks pinking again.
"Thank you so much," Quinn whispered. "They're so sweet, they make my day…" Quinn smiled warmly just at the thought of it.
"T-They do?" Santana breathed.
"I love them," Quinn replied honestly.
Santana fumbled with her fingers for a few seconds before she beamed bashfully. "I'm sorry for doing it this way, I was too scared to tell you face to face because I thought nothing would ever happen, so I decided to do… this… and see how you smile every time you see them…"
"You're so sweet," Quinn smiled warmly before she felt a crush creeping up on her neck to her cheeks. She always thought Santana was so beautiful, but she never thought Santana would requite her feelings.
"I try…" Santana mumbled, shrugging bashfully.
Quinn laughed and kissed Santana again in the hallway, not even caring if anybody was watching. Because even though Santana was the last person she expected to be writing these letters, it was the best possible outcome.