The italics are flashbacks and/or letters written
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"Rachel!" Quinn yelled into her phone "I'm serious, stop laughing!"
The blonde huffs as she enters the apartment building quickly hanging up once she's at the door. "Open up Chuckles!"
Rachel opens the door still laughing as Quinn makes her way into the loft.
"Oh good" the blonde scoffs "The whole circus is here"
The group gasp in mock shock as Quinn takes her seat amongst her so called friends
"I apologize Quinn but not knowing what to buy Santana is like me not knowing which song to sing"
"Amen"
"Preach"
"I heard that!"
The brunette scoffs at her now laughing friends "Traitors"
"Quinn" Sam begins "Just buy Santana something shiny!"
"No no no no" Puck quickly interrupts taking a seat next to the blonde before putting his arm around her "Just put a bow on that pretty little head of yours and wait for her in the bedroom"
"Ugh!" Quinn exhales beginning to pace "You guys this is serious, we've been together for six years. We've already bought diamonds and lavish things, ugh I want to something….different"
Rachel's eyes brighten as she stands next to her friend "Quinn, when did you fall in love with Santana"
"Rachel" Puck huffs "We've heard this story a million times, Santana had a secret boner for her freshman year but didn't grow balls until sophomore year. Quinn wore some hot ass black dress at prom or some shit"
Quinn's eyebrows furrow as she looks at Puck "That's not when I fell in love Santana you idiot, that's when we…..." Her sentence trails off as she remembers that night
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Sophomore Year
Mckinley
"You got this Lopez, don't puss out" Puck jokes, fixing the girl's hair
"If I wasn't so nervous I'd slap you right now"
He smirks "I love when you talk dirty"
Santana smacks his shoulder, sending him on his way before heading towards the punch bowl for a drink in an attempt to calm her nerves.
Halfway into her second cup someone taps her shoulder and as she turns, her breath hitches. There stands a smiling Quinn Fabray in all her glory, dressed in a very form fitting black dress, her hair freshly cut and curled.
She is an absolute vision.
Realizing she's done nothing but stare, Santana finally clears her throat.
"Sorry about that, Q" She shyly giggles pulling the blonde in for a hug
"It's okay San, you look amazing by the way" The blonde smiles taking in the girl in front of her. Santana twirls in her long form fitting red dress, her hair down and curled to perfection.
The blonde smiles because the brunette always did look flawless in red.
"So what's up San?" The blonde asks, looking around "You said you need to talk to me after the dance? Everything okay?"
Santana nods, clearing her throat "Will you dance with me first, Q?"
The blonde quickly nods and Santana intertwines their fingers, leading them through the crowd
"Are you okay, you look a little flushed?"
Santana nods wrapping both hands around the blondes waist while Quinn's hands land on the brunettes shoulders "I'm great Q and I think it's because of you"
"You think?" The blonde jokes as Santana laughs nervously
"I don't think, I know it's because of you Q. You know" She exhales, her normally carefree and flirtatious expression turning serious "I haven't done much I'm proud of and to be honest if you hadn't pushed me I'd probably be some loser or washed up wanna be. You always see the good in me Q. These past few months I've loved that we've been able to rekindle our friendship and move past the slapping" Both girls laugh before Santana continues "But I want more"
Quinn's eyebrows furrow as her head tilts "What do you mean, San?"
"I mean, I want to date you Q. Officially, if you're cool with that. Fuck, I want you to be mine and I want…"
Her list of demands quickly forgotten as the blonde practically leapt into her arms, both girls standing there until air became a necessity. Neither wanting this moment to end, they lean their foreheads together, eyes still closed as Quinn breathes out "I'm yours, Santana"
"I'm so fucking glad to hear you say that Luce...Here" The brunette smiles breathlessly responding before extending her hand "Please read this later, when you're alone."
The blonde smirks accepting the letter before seductively slipping it into her cleavage causing Santana's eyes to follow, nearly popping out of her head.
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"Hello? Earth to Quinn?"
"Quinn Fabray?"
The blonde is quickly snapped out of her reverie as her friends call her, laughing.
"You sure that's not the moment you fell in love with her because that goofy smiles says otherwise, Fabray"
"Be nice Noah" Rachel scolds
"I'm sure Puck, trust me. You never forget falling in love with Santana Lopez"
"Why don't you write her a love letter?" Artie suggests and at first everyone wants to laugh but once they really think about it
"Actually" Rachel smiles "I think that's a great idea Artie!"
"Seriously guys? A love letter? We're almost thirty isn't that a little….."
"GAY" Puck chimes in "The word you're looking for is gay"
Rachel stands and smacks the back of his head "Noah seriously?"
"What!" He asks rubbing his head before realization sets in "Oh shit" He laughs "My bad, I keep forgetting you like that shit now"
The group shake their heads in disappointment as Quinn takes in Artie's suggestion
"You know what Artie" The blonde smiles "I think that's a great idea!" Moving to grab her purse and coat, the blonde quickly says goodbye
"So" Sam asks sitting in between Kurt and Rachel "Are you two going to let us in on the secret?"
Kurt and Rachel exchange a look before nodding "In time"
"But you told them both to do the exact same thing?"
"See? You are more than a pretty face!" Kurt responds, proudly crossing his arms as Sam sits confused.
