Quinn wakes first the next morning and must have shuffled around in the night, because when she wakes, she is facing Santana, they're nose to nose.

The Latina is still holding her tightly around the waist, in the way that she loves, with her fingers just under the blonde's t-shirt.

Quinn brings her hand up and wraps it tenderly around the back of Santana's neck to play with the loose hairs, just taking in the sight of the peaceful face before her.

She looks like an angel when she sleeps.

It isn't long before her eyelids flutter open and Quinn finds herself getting lost in the chocolate orbs staring back at her.

"Good morning mi princesa." The brunette whispers and leans gently to peck the lips of her girlfriend.

"Morning baby." She replies, pressing their foreheads together and looking down.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm so sorry for how I acted last night, I didn't even let you explain." Quinn says, getting teary but Santana just pulls her closer and holds her tightly.

"It's okay mi amor, don't cry. I sort of expected it, I know it's a lot."

"That doesn't give me the right to speak to you like that. Can you-" She pauses, taking a deep breath, "What's your decision?"

"Q, do you think I'd make a decision like this without talking to you?" She questions cautiously, trying to find hazel eyes. "Baby, look at me?" Quinn obliges and they maintain eye contact, "I will never make a decision like this without consulting you! This doesn't just affect me, we're equals, we decide things like this together, okay?"

"You really mean that?"

"More than anything. This relationship is never going to last if one of us is out there making decisions for both of us. What you want and what you need are the most important things to me."

Quinn stays quiet for a while, still playing with Santana's loose hairs and stroking her jaw line.

"I'm just so scared, you know?" She finally says.

"I do. I'm scared too." Santana reveals.

"Really?"

"Yes, really. I'm terrified."

"Terrified of what?"

"Lots of things. Everything is going to be changing soon. Me and Blaine are going to graduate and then near enough immediately go away for training. From then it's a waiting game to see when we'll be deployed. I'm scared for you, you're going to be moving away and it'll be overwhelming. I want to know that you're happy and safe. I'm scared for us, scared that when I'm gone you'll realise that you don't want this and that too much pressure will be on us. Scared that my career choice will leave me ending up alone. There's a lot I'm terrified of."

Quinn is silent whilst she digests the information, them things scare her too, apart from her not wanting this. She knows for certain that that's what she not only wants, but needs, so she uses them as her next words.

"I'll be waiting for you, always." Leaning in to give Santana a slow and tender kiss.

When they pull away, she decides to bring the original conversation back, "So, did you at least think about it?"

"I didn't. Not in depth anyway, I wanted to speak with you."

"Lovebug, I think you know what I'm going to say about this. But this isn't about what I want."

"It is. It's about us both."

"I don't want you to go at all, so you know that I'm going to try and keep you here as long as possible. I want you here for senior prom and graduation. I would have loved for you to be here when I'm hopefully accepted into college and to help me move, but we can't always have everything."

Santana sighed deeply before replying, "I'm so sorry we moved away all them years ago. I have a feeling that if I'd have grown up here, we'd be having a very different conversation right now."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean we'd probably be searching for an apartment together and jobs so that we could afford to live like broke college students, but I think you'd have been happier." Santana says looking down, tears pooling in her eyes.

"Hey. Don't for a second think I'm not happy with you. I've accepted this, I knew what I was getting in to. It's maybe not what I pictured for myself but then again, I never pictured you'd come back, so I'm glad that it's not what I envisioned because I have everything I want, in you."

Santana thinks hard before speaking again, "I'm not going early. I need to finish high school, finish being a teenager and I need to make sure that you have a happy high school ending, senior prom and all. Speaking of, would you like to be my date?"

"Are you serious?"

"About waiting to leave or being my date?"

"Both?"

Santana just laughs and Quinn breaks out into an extremely wide grin, "I wouldn't want to go with anybody else." She says, pulling Santana into another kiss.

Santana's birthday passes quickly, herself, Mari, Quinn, Blaine, Brittany, Kurt and Mercedes all gathered for her birthday meal at the Lopez's and she cherished the moment, thinking about how many more times they're going to get to do this.

The Latina begged Quinn not to get her anything so that she could save the money for her housing in New York.

But she couldn't let her girlfriend have a birthday without at least one present, so she did buy her a pocket knife that was engraved with 'Be safe, I love you x' on so that she could take it on tour. Santana loved it, grateful that her girlfriend had brought her something that she could carry at all times and something that she could keep forever.

Senior prom rapidly approached and soon, Santana and Blaine were out shopping for tuxes. Quinn had advised that she was wearing a purple dress, she had shown Blaine so that Santana could have a matching tie, but wouldn't show her girlfriend, wanting it to be a surprise. Brittany had done the same with Santana, showing her a dress that was an ocean colour.

The Lopez siblings entered the suit shop in the mall and were instantly greeted by the sales assistant.

"Hi, I'm Sarah. What can I do to help you today?" The young girl says approaching them.

"Erm hi. We both need something to wear for prom. We also both have colours that we need show you so that we can have either a matching bow or tie?" Blaine explains.

"That shouldn't be a problem, if you both want to show me, I can get them well you both find a suit you like?"

"That would be great." Blaine states as they both show the worker the colours that they need, not looking at each others.

Blaine picks out a charcoal grey suit and goes towards the fitting rooms while Santana still looks around.

Sarah comes out for the back, putting the neckwear for Santana on the counter and approaching the Latina.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"Yeah, I think I'm going to go with a black 3 piece."

"I think you'll look great in that, gorgeous. Your date is a lucky girl." She winks, handing Santana the ocean bow tie and normal tie, placing her hand on the Latina's upper arm.

Just then Blaine comes out of the dressing room, "What do you think?"

Sarah moves away from Santana, "I think you look great."

He looks to Santana who nods, "Yeah, looks good bro."

Blaine smiles satisfied and makes his way back into the cubicle to change. When he's finished, him and Santana switch places and she changes into her suit.

She decides to go with the tie, when she has tried both variations on in a neutral colour, as she isn't sure what colour she needs and when she looks in the mirror she has to admit that, she looks good. The brunette knows that she won't look half as good as her girlfriend but she looks hot. She steps out and Blaine nods his head in approval, while Sarah grins at her and winks.

Santana quickly heads back into the cubicle and changes.

When she returns, they both pick out a pair of shoes and head towards the counter.

Blaine advised that he went with the bow tie and they both pay for their items. As Santana is finishing Sarah lowers her voice, "If you need anything else, including a new date, you let me know." Once again winking and the siblings quickly make their way out of the store.

"You don't tell Quinn about that, got it? I'll do it myself."

"Yeah, of course. You didn't do anything wrong though."

Santana just sighs, not sure Quinn will see it that way. They grab some food and then make their way home.

Over the next couple days, Santana and Quinn are so busy, they barely even see each other. By the time they climb into bed at night, they're too tired to talk so they fall asleep and the cycle continues.

So when Quinn is looking for Santana's massage oil, as she plans on having a romantic evening together considering the fact none of them have other plans tonight, in the Latina's bedside draw and pulls out a receipt with a phone number on the back, she is instantly infuriated.

Santana is currently at football practise, so she has an hour to calm down before confronting her girlfriend, however in this time, she has only worked herself up more.

As soon as the two walk through the front door, she charges towards the movement, receipt in hand.

"Hey Q, are you okay?" The Latina asks.

"I don't know Santana, you tell me? Who's Sarah and why do you have her number stashed in the table beside our bed?" She exclaims angrily.

She scrunches her eyebrow in confusion first, confused about what her girlfriend is insinuating, before it clicks.

"The girl from the suit shop." She mumbles and Blaine nods in recognition.

"Quinn, this isn't what you think. She kept hitting on me but I swear I didn't do anything to lead her on. I kept ignoring her and Blaine even said that we needed the colours to match our dates but she wouldn't leave me alone!" She rambles quickly.

"It's true Q. She did ignore her completely and we got out of there as fast as possible. You never mentioned anything about her writing her number down though."

"I didn't know. I took the suit out of the bag to hang it up and threw the receipt in the bedside draw, I never even looked at it." She says in Blaine's direction, then looks over to Quinn to see her facial features have softened, "I'm sorry baby, I was going to tell you sooner about her hitting on me but we just haven't had time to talk. If I'd have known that was on there I'd have thrown it in the bin." She says, walking closer.

Quinn's shoulders slump before she replies, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have just assumed. I should have asked before accusing you of anything." She mumbles.

"It's okay. I mean, I get that it doesn't look great being inside the bedside draw but I don't want her number, she wasn't that hot anyway." She finishes laughing, earning a slap on the shoulder and a giggle from her girlfriend.

"You shouldn't even be looking." Quinn jests, pouting.

"I promise, I wasn't. I have tunnel vision when it comes to you." She grins and Quinn wraps her arms around Santana's neck, while tanned hands find placement on her hips.

"I'm glad because I do too." The blonde whispers before leaning in for a quick peck.

Santana pulls away and her and Blaine go upstairs for quick showers before deciding they're all going to order a pizza and watch a movie together, after that they all head for bed, knowing tomorrow will be a long day.

Santana wakes first the next morning, before the 4AM alarm, but decides she won't be able to fall back asleep, so arises 30 minutes early to make breakfast for everyone.

She carefully untangles herself from Quinn, replacing her body with a pillow, and makes her way downstairs to start on pancakes.

By the time she's finished, she can hear Blaine shuffling around upstairs and knows that her blonde will also be awake. She stacks some pancakes onto a plate, places them on a tray with a cup of coffee and orange juice and makes her way upstairs.

She stops at her brothers room to tell him there's some food for him too and then carries on to the room that she now shares with her girlfriend.

"Morning mi princesa." She says, placing the tray on the dressing table, bending down to kiss the inviting lips attached the blonde.

"Morning baby. I was just about to come and look for you. Did you sleep okay? How long have you been up?" She questions, concerned this is the start of the bad sleeping habits again.

"I slept fine, I woke up about half an hour ago and couldn't get back to sleep, so I got up because I didn't disturb you. I'm good, I promise, now eat up, we have a long day ahead of us."

Quinn's face instantly broke out into a heart-melting smile at the thought of tonight.

They get to have half a day at school so that they can prepare themselves and get ready for prom, before arriving back at the gym at 8.

Santana starts to get ready for ROTC whilst Quinn eats and as soon as the three of them are dressed and fed, they make their way to school.

The day seems to drag as they have something to look forward too, but as soon as the bell goes, Santana, Blaine, Kurt, Quinn, Brittany and Mercedes all make their way to the Lopez's to get ready.

Mercedes and Kurt are going as each others dates as friends and have also matched their outfits, like the other 4.

The adults consisting of Maribel, Mr and Mrs. Jones, Whitney Pierce and Burt Hummell (Kurt's dad) have also all congregated at the house to see their children off to prom.

The girls are all getting ready in Quinn and Santana's room, whilst the boys and Santana get dressed in Blaine's room.

Santana had told Kurt and Mercedes about her penis one night around 8 months ago. Quinn was adamant that they would be okay about it and as their friends were around the house even more now they had become closer, she didn't want her girlfriend wearing the compression shorts that hurt her so much.

Their two friends were completely supportive and accepting of it and after a few curious questions that night, the issue has never been raised again.

As soon as the two boys and Santana were ready, they headed downstairs where the adults gushed over how dashing they looked.

Maribel started with her never ending reel of photos, (she really had been spending too much time with Quinn), whilst they waited for the girls.

Santana, to nobody else's knowledge, had ordered them a limo and so made the calls to make sure everything was set. It was going to take them to prom and then collect them and take them to Puck's after party.

By the time Santana returned, the girls were ready and Mercedes was leading them down the stairs.

Kurt met her at the bottom, kissed her cheek and presented a corsage and then was whisked off by their parents to take photos.

Brittany was next and graciously accepted Blaine's waiting hand at the bottom, whilst also accepting her corsage.

Santana's attention was instantly on the breathtaking blonde, slowly making her way towards her. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, she looked like she'd just stepped out of a magazine, she was flawless and Santana was speechless, her mouth hanging open in awe.

She stood, staring up the staircase as Quinn got closer and closer, she raised her hand instinctively and the blonde grasped it. The Latina brought the pale hand to her lips and placed a gentle kiss there.

"Wow, baby love.. you look- you look- just wow." She stuttered out.

Quinn blushed at Santana's bashfulness, even though she never got a full compliment, she knew how her girlfriend felt, because she was feeling it to.

"Thank you lovebug, you look wow too. This fits you perfectly." She says, running her hands down the front of the black suit. She leans forward, lightly pecking the Latina's lips, as not to ruin her lipstick.

Whilst the two were having their moment, Maribel was taking photos of Blaine and Brittany, but she was done and calling the two over.

They take their photos and Quinn gets one taken on her Polaroid as she still uses that all the time, she cherishes the thoughtful present from her girlfriend.

Santana receives a text to say the driver is out front and ushers everyone outside. They are all in awe when they see the black stretch limo waiting to chauffeur them. They all give their thanks and excitedly clamber in after saying goodbye.

Before Quinn climbs in, she turns to her girlfriend, clasping their hands, "You did this?"

"I told you, I want you to have the best high school ending. I want this to be special, something you can remember."

Quinn doesn't speak, just leans in for another quick kiss before following the others into the limo.

Prom passed by quickly, they laughed and danced, together and with their friends, until it was time for the prom king and queen to be announced.

Quinn was nominated for queen but didn't really want to win as she didn't want to slow dance with anyone that wasn't Santana.

Unfortunately, she did. And even more unfortunate, Finn won king. It was obligatory for the winners to dance together but Quinn tried to put as much distance between them as she could as Finn had a smug grin across his face and kept trying to whisper into her ear.

Something Santana had noticed and pushed her way through the crowd, making her way out of the gym.

Quinn had been too distracted to hear what Finn was saying as she was keeping eyes on her girlfriend but as she watched the Latina leave, she decided enough was enough and she needed to go after her.

When she reached the hallway, she heard a loud bang and looked in the direction of the sound.

She then saw Santana sliding down the side of the lockers, face in her hands, she cautiously approached her. "Hey."

Santana looked up and her eyes were bloodshot, "Shouldn't you be in there, dancing with Frankenteen?" She snipped.

"Don't be like that." Quinn said softly.

Santana sighed before sighing and standing up. "I know, I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you, it's not your fault. It's just the smug grin plastered on his face and the leaning in to whisper to you, makes me want to punch something."

"Looks like you did." Quinn says, laughing slightly, gesturing to the locker behind her girlfriend, that was now dented.

Santana just blushes and rubs the back of her head.

"If it makes you feel better, I have no idea what he was saying, I was too busy looking at you." She smiles, seeing one reciprocated on her girlfriend's face too. "Want to go and dance to a few more songs before we go, I don't want this to ruin our night?"

Santana nods her head and take a pale hand in her own. "You really do look gorgeous tonight Lucy Q. I'm so lucky." She says, placing a kiss to Quinn's cheek.

"I think I'm the lucky one, this waistcoat is doing things to me, I think you should wear it all the time." She says, making Santana laugh.

They carry on towards the gym, to join in on the last dances before heading to Puck's.

When they arrive at the Puckerman's, the party is somehow already in full swing. Quinn goes to the kitchen to get a drink with the others, while Blaine and Santana say their 'hello's' to the football team.

After around an hour of being at the party, Santana is pulled away from everyone by someone she definitely doesn't want to be alone with.

"What do you want Kitty?" She says, huffing and crossing her arms defensively across her chest.

"I need you talk to you, alone preferably." She says with a menacing look in her eyes.

"We're talking here or not at all, so spit it out."

"I wish you'd lose the hostility towards me. We could be so good together, I'm hot and you are looking mighty fine tonight, I could just-" but she doesn't get to finish as the Latina interrupts her.

"Just say what you want to will you, so that I can get back to Quinn?"

Kitty rolls her eyes but carries on, "So after you assaulted me in the hallway, I was thinking about suing you but then thought that I wouldn't really get anything out of that. Instead, I have come up with something else.." she pauses wickedly, "you either sleep with me or I tell everyone about your little friend." She leans in to whisper and grabs Santana's crotch. The Latina bats her hand away quickly and composes herself.

"How did you know?" She questions, there's no point in denying it because Kitty definitely felt Lil Q then.

Kitty just shrugs, "I have my ways. So what's it going to be?"

"I'm never going to cheat on Quinn." She responds matter of factly.

"Do you really think she's worth all the humiliation?" Kitty laughs darkly.

"I do." Santana states and walks away, confused and preparing for what's to come.

Fuck.