"Ugh. Hurry up Santana!" The frustrated blonde groans from the couch.

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Tonight was the annual Christmas party for the firm she worked at and as much as Santana hated these formal parties, Quinn always seems to hate them more. The blonde often invited her best friend to her work functions for two main albeit selfish reasons, one was because they always had a great time together making fun of the other associates and two…

Quinn Fabray secretly loved seeing Santana Lopez all dressed up.

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"Q?"

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The blonde hears, bringing her back to the present. As she stands from the couch smoothing the invisible wrinkles from her knee length black cocktail dress, her breath hitches. Standing there, famous Santana Lopez smirk intact, she's dressed in a sinfully tight red dress with matching red heels, her hair down and curled.

Quinn's eyes rake over every perfect inch of the brunette, as she fights the urge to bite her lip.

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She wonders if they really need to go to this party? Would anyone miss them? Maybe…..

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The brunette laughs shaking her head as she grabs her keys

"Yes Lucy, we need to go to this party, we both know Mark will give you shit, if you don't"

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Quinn's eyes widened dramatically realizing that internal comment was said out loud.

Santana being Santana would let the comment slide.

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For now at least

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As both girls enter the car, no words are spoken during the ride. Every once in a while Santana's fingers would brush against Quinn's and after the third time, the blonde looked over as the brunette finally hooked their pinkies, her focus remaining on the snow lightly tapping against the window.

The car pulls up and Santana exits first, extending her hand to help the blonde before they lock arms, entering the venue. The pair quickly head towards the bar, a glass of champagne for Quinn and an extra dirty martini for Santana, they cheer to yet another year of being the baddest and still flawless bitches in any room, laughing as they toast.

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"Oh Shit, come on Q" Santana says quickly finishing her drink. Pulling the blonde towards the dance floor, shaking her head because she should have known once Snoh Aalegra plays, it's all over.

The brunette's record company helped produce the singer's record and she actually helped co-wrote the song currently playing. Santana took great pride in it, often joking, telling everyone this song was written for the special blonde in her life. The brunette gently turns Quinn so her back is facing the brunette's front, slowly wrapping her arms around Quinn's midsection, singing the chorus in her ear like she always does but it's only now that the blonde wonders if maybe, just maybe it was never just a joke.

I want you around Around, around, 'round, 'round (I want you around) Come through, I think I need you here (But) I swear it's hard to keep these feelings to myself Now you're the one I'm thinking of My higher ground, my rocket love Fuck gravity, I'd rather stay up here, but... We can get away Palm trees, beach views Ordinary day All I wanna hear is inner visions on replay And sit right next to you, you I try not to show how I feel about you Thinking we should wait, but we don't really want to I just wanna get away And sit right next to you, you

The song comes to an end but both girls sway slowly as Santana continues to hum in the blonde's ear. Quinn's eyes remain closed and just as she's about to turn…

"Quinn" Both girls eyes open as Quinn looks to their left "Mark" "Sorry to bother the both of you but Jeff has something he'd like to discuss with you" The blonde nods, apologizing to her date before following her boss into another room. Now standing alone on the dance floor, the brunette decides to head back to the bar and wait.

"This seat taken?" Santana looks over at the empty stool shaking her head "No go ahead" The blonde smiles ordering another drink "You know" She begins "I hate these parties" Santana nods laughing "Same" "Then why come?" The blonde asks as Santana orders another drink. A smile spreading across her face, the blonde laughs placing her hand over the brunettes "Oh my god, you're in love with whoever you came with, aren't you." "I think I just might be" The brunette exhales "Kitty" The blonde says extending her hand "Santana" "Holy Shit!" The blonde exclaims "You're Santana? The Santana? Quinn's Santana?" Santana laughs shaking her head "Not officially but yes, I am Quinn's Santana" Kitty rolls her eyes as she turns to face the brunette "Please. I don't believe that one bit, you're all she talks about in the office, Santana this and Santana that. I legit think I know everything about you, It's disgusting really" Both girls laugh as Santana turns to face the blonde, glancing over the girls shoulder just as Quinn re-enters the venue. The blonde's eyebrow quirks as she notices the two talking and when she crosses her arms, the brunette's eyebrows shoot up.

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She knows that look.

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Quickly excusing herself she rushes out of the venue. Once outside the brunette reaches for the blonde's arm, in an attempt to stop her from entering the car.

"Where are you going, Q?"

"You looked awfully cozy with Kitty in there so I thought I'd, you know, get out of your hair."

"Quinn stop!" Santana says putting her hand up "I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"I'm talking about you, Santana! We were just having a great night together dancing in therem then Kitty shows up and now you're suddenly interested in her? You always do this to me, you mess with me, constantly!"

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"What the fuck? Q, do you hear yourself right now? Who brings you dinner after a long shitty day at the office? Who bought you a bomb ass coffee maker so you'd stop drinking that shit they try to pass as coffee on the corner. Who makes sure your fridge is always stocked and who comes over to cook you dinner."

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Quinn takes a step back. Thinking about everything the brunette said. Kitty has a certain reputation at the firm and Santana of all people should know how it looked. Taking another second she realizes how very wrong she's been. Santana hasn't been messing with her, she's been taking care of her.

Santana's been waiting for her to make the move. How could she be so stupid to believe the brunette in front of her would ever do anything to hurt her.

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"OPEN YOUR EYES LUCY and take a look around, for fucks sake! We're literally standing outside of your office party, in the freezing snow, yelling like a couple of idiots.

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"Santana" the blonde exhales "I need to hear it. From your lips, no jokes, no beating around the bush…I need to hear you say the words..."

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"JESUS CHRIST Quinn can't you see that I'm in love with you" Santana yells "Fuck, what more do I need to do for you to see that, what else can I possibly say. I even co-wrote a love song for you because I am THAT in love with you and….."

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Quinn smiles softly at the frustrated and rambling Latina before her, stepping into the girl's personal space she gently places a hand on the girl's chest.

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"Kiss me, Santana"

"No fuck that Q, I…...What?"

"You heard me Santana Lopez, if you want me" She gestures between the two "And if you want this like I think you do, then shut the hell up and kiss me, right here right now."

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That seems to be all the confirmation Santana needed. Without any hesitation the latina places her hands on either side of the blonde's cheeks before leaning in.

As their lips touch the brunette exhales softly.

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Finally.

The stress and confusion wash away as Quinn allows herself to get lost in this kiss, the kiss she's dreamt about ever since the failed wedding hook up all those years ago, the very same tender kiss she now knows will be the cause of her undoing for the rest of her life.

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Pulling back, Quinn notices Santana's eyes are still closed with a small smile now playing on the latina's lips. Using the pad of her thumb, the blonde gently strokes the brunette's bottom lip causing Santana's breath to hitch. Quinn leans forward to place one more kiss on the other girl's lips before pulling back once more.

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"San" Quinn whispers against the brunettes lips "I love you too"

"You do?" Santana asks, eyes still closed

The blonde smiles, wrapping her arms around Santana's neck, "I do"