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I am not jealous.

Alright, maybe I'm a little jealous. But just a little bit.

And just for one thing, Quinn. I'm not jealous of Quinn, I just don't like people trying to get too close to her.

I'm not crazy, I know my girlfriend is the most beautiful woman on this earth. She's just perfect. So, it makes perfect sense that people are trying to flirt with her. Trying to get her to love them.

Hell, I did the same and every day I thank whoever will listen that she is my girlfriend.

I love her so much.

So much so that my biggest phobia is that she realizes that she is better than me and that she leaves me for someone else. That's why I'm jealous. It's because every time I see my biggest fear. And even though Quinn tells me every day that I'm the woman she wants to end her life with, I can't get that out of my head.

And that's why my patience is getting weaker and weaker right now.

For some reason that is completely unknown to me, Rachel invited one of her colleagues to her little party. And this one has been sticking Quinn since we arrived. She finds every opportunity to touch her or give her a compliment.

Oh Quinn you are so smart. (True but not the point).

Oh my god Quinn you are so funny. (Also true, but I hate her so I hate whatever she say).

And she laughs way too loudly every time she says something. I swear that I am holding back from getting all Lima Heights Adjacent on her ass, but it's soooo hard.

And that's when she goes too far. Putting her hand on Quinn's lower back and getting closer to her so that her chest touches her arm, she asks her a question that twists me.

"So, do you want to go home with me later?" She asks with what her seductive smirks must be.

Quinn automatically becomes embarrassed, and her body becomes rigid. I hate it when someone makes my girlfriend uncomfortable. Only I have the right to do this.

Quinn laughed awkwardly. "Humm. Do you see this beautiful Latina?" She asks the other one, pointing at me and getting away from her. "Well she is my girlfriend."

"But is she your girlfriend girlfriend or y'all just talking?"

She said still with her stupid smile. Okay. That's my moment. "Bitch, if I kill you, are you dead dead or just not breathing?" Quinn put her head down and chuckled while the bitch looked at me flabbergasted. "Now get away from my girlfriend before I try it."

She stammered before leaving quickly. I smile, proud of myself and Quinn too. She moved closer to me and put her arms around my neck. "The nerve." I scoffed.

"That was sexy." She said giving me a little kiss on the lips.

"Like she had a chance." I continued not listening to her.

"There is not a single person on this planet who has a chance with me that is not you." She smiled and kissed me again, but longer this time, which calmed me down.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you too. And I am yours."

"Mine?" I asked with a smile.

She smiled at me and nodded. "Mhmmm." And she kissed me deeply. "Now, do you want to go home with your girlfriend girlfriend?" She smirked and I did too.

"Let's go." I said taking her hand.