I meant to post this last night, but I got extremely emotional about Glee ending. I have no idea how I'm going to handle it (by reading 985695689 fanfics, probably). I'm kind of conflicted about how I feel regarding the finale...I think the Unholy Trinity deserved a much better ending and goodbye than they received, but I guess my expectations weren't too high :/ ANYWAY. May Glee forever rest in peace. Thank you for the reviews and follows, as always! And, perhaps most importantly, enjoy :)

As Santana neared Quinn's apartment building her confidence began to falter. She had no idea how Quinn would respond, or if she would even hear Santana out. She debated turning around and waiting for a later time, but Santana was determined to tell Quinn how she felt—come hell or high water. And Santana knew if she gave herself any more time to think about the situation, she would chicken out, which was not an option. Like Quinn, Santana had kept her feelings a secret for years, and it was time to stop running from them. Even though, technically, Santana had just openly admitted her them to herself less than an hour ago.

Santana stopped in front of the building and took a deep breath. It's now or never. She wasn't 100% sure if Quinn was even going to be where she suspected, but Santana had a hunch she knew just where to find her girlfriend. Bracing herself for the unknown, Santana walked quickly up the steps and through the lobby. It was almost one o'clock in the morning and Gary the doorman was nowhere to be found—something Santana was grateful for; she had neither the time nor the patience for small talk. She punched the elevator button repeatedly until the doors opened. As the lift carried her up to the top floor Santana shifted her weight anxiously between her feet.

After what felt like an hour the elevator dinged, letting Santana know she had reached her destination. As soon as the doors opened again Santana flew down the long hallway to the door at the end, flinging it open as she ran up the stairs that laid behind it. She pulled up short when she saw the second door—the one leading to the roof—was already propped open.

The intense relief and happiness that rushed through Santana almost caused her to pass out; Quinn was leaning against the wall of the roof, staring out across the city, and Santana thanked a higher power her hunch had been correct. Quinn wasn't doing anything exceptional, just standing there. But at the sight of the blonde, Santana remembered how Rachel had described the way she looked at Quinn at senior prom and couldn't help admitting that it seemed to be true. Like she was the one holding the universe together.

Quinn didn't appear to hear Santana arrive on the roof, and the latter took a moment to pull together her thoughts. Santana didn't exactly have a plan for what she was going to say, so she simply let the words flow out of her mouth, hoping they would somehow get her where she needed to be.

"Since sophomore year in high school," she started in a raspy voice, and Quinn turned around slowly at the sound of it with an unreadable expression on her face, "I have been lying to myself. And everyone else, for that matter. I have told anyone who asked that you and I were best friends, and always have been. That's not the lie, though, because we were best friends. Obviously. But it wasn't the complete truth either." Santana took a small step towards Quinn and looked down at her own feet. "Because if I would have been honest with myself, and with you, I would have realized that what I felt for you…it wasn't just friendship. It was so much more than that." Santana chanced a glance at Quinn, but couldn't tell what she was thinking in the slightest.

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Sophomore year, huh? That's a long time to hold something in. I know I wasn't much better, considering I told you my own feelings mere hours ago, but were you ever planning on telling me?" Her voice was flat and emotionless.

"Up until tonight? I don't think so," Santana answered honestly. "But only because I've been too scared to admit it. Everything you said to me earlier was exactly what I needed and wanted to hear. It was everything I have ever wished for in my life." She closed the remaining distance between herself and Quinn so they were only a foot apart. "Here's the thing, though. It may be everything I wish for, but you are the only person in this entire world I ever wanted to hear it from. You saying what you did? You have no idea how happy it made me."

"Happy people don't walk away from someone who just gave them their heart," Quinn deadpanned. Her features had softened, though, and Santana thought she was getting somewhere.

Santana nodded in agreement. "I know, I was an idiot for doing that. And I'm sorry, Quinn. I am so sorry."

"I mean, you're essentially telling me right now you have some serious feelings for me, yet just a few short hours ago you walked away when I told you how I felt. You walked away," Quinn's voice cracked as she whispered the last two words, and Santana felt her heart break at the pain she heard coming from Quinn. "Do you think that was easy for me?" Quinn persisted. "Do you think that was me having the time of my life or something? Because seriously, Santana, that was the hardest thing I have ever done."

Santana sighed and threaded her hands through her hair. She hadn't expected Quinn to be open and forgiving from the second she started talking, but that didn't make it any easier for Santana to see the girl's pain and anger. "I know. I freaked out, okay? I freaked out and I ran away. But I regretted it instantly. I just didn't know what to say to you. I didn't want to say something that would mess this whole thing up even further. I needed to work through everything that was going on in my head."

"And you did that?" Quinn asked. Her eyes were dark and cloudy and any emotion she was feeling was well-hidden by her cool manner.

"Yes," Santana told her, "I did that. Kurt and Rachel had to give me some assistance, but I got to where I need to be. I admitted the things I have been trying to deny since high school, and I am here to tell you them."

"You don't have to, Santana," Quinn answered dismally and she heaved a sigh. "I know I sprung everything on you earlier. I'm not sure what I was expecting to happen, but I can't blame you for being freaked out."

Santana shook her head quickly. "No, Quinn, I was freaked out. But I'm not anymore. In fact, I don't think I've ever been as excited to tell someone something as I am right now. I want to tell you the things I've been denying. I need to tell you them. It's my turn to put it all out there. Turns out, I've been waiting even longer than you to admit my feelings. I was just stupid enough to never even acknowledge them like you did."

"But I didn't even actually acknowledge them until a few hours ago," Quinn stated.

"Right, well then we have both been holding on to certain feelings for way too long. It's time to get them out in the open," Santana responded.

"Okay then, what exactly are you trying to say Santana?" Quinn inquired quietly.

"I was serious about what I said a few minutes ago; what you told me earlier was everything I have wanted to hear in life. After it, though, it kind of just hit me that you're really the only one who matters when it comes to that kind of thing—you're the only one I want to hear say that to me. And it has been that way since sophomore year of high school. You'll have to forgive me, since it took me a while to find the nerve to admit everything." Santana smiled faintly and thought she saw traces of a smile on Quinn's lips, too. "Quinn Fabray," Santana started again with a deep, bracing breath, "you are the only person who I have ever loved with all of my heart. You are the only person I have ever been totally and completely in love with. And, as I stand in front of you laying everything on the line, I am saying I am in love with you. Right here. Right now."

Quinn's mouth opened slightly in shock. Her guard had fallen, and Santana could see the effect the words were having on the blonde. The usual fire burning in the hazel eyes was visible once again, and it gave Santana hope. "But Brittany-"

Santana knew she was going to direct the conversation there and was prepared with an answer. "Never had my heart entirely," she cut Quinn off with a shake of her head. "I loved her, but not like I love you, Quinn. Never like I love you. I wasn't able to give her my whole heart, because no matter what happened, it belonged to you. Always. I've been ignorant, I've been naïve, and I've been flat out stupid for trying to think otherwise. It took me longer than it should have, and again, I'm sorry for that. But I'm here now. And I am yours."

Quinn was about to respond when a thought dawned on Santana.

"If you still want me, that is," she added quickly.

Quinn tilted her head sideways as she stared at Santana intently. "You," she began softly as she smiled, "are the only one I want. You are the only one I have wanted since high school, Santana. And honestly? I don't think I'll ever want anything, or anyone, else. Ever."

"So, you're telling me…" Santana prompted with a grin, hoping Quinn would catch on.

She did. Of course she did.

"I am telling you," Quinn said, and she stepped even closer to Santana, so now they were mere inches from each other, "I am so completely, head-over-heels in love with you, Santana. And I am also sorry it took me such a long time to voice my feelings about you."

Santana wound her arms around Quinn's waist and drew her close. "I can overlook your hesitation if you can overlook mine?"

"Deal," Quinn affirmed. She inclined her head and brushed her lips lightly against Santana's before colliding them together. Quinn's hands moved up to either side of Santana's face, cupping her cheeks. Sparks surged through each girl's entire body as they deepened the kiss. Quinn opened her mouth to allow Santana's tongue access; Santana glided and traced her tongue around every surface of Quinn's mouth before tangling it up in the blonde's own tongue.

In desperate need of oxygen the girls broke apart as they rested their foreheads on each other's.

"I'm a bitch." The words were out of Santana's mouth before she had a chance to think them completely through.

Quinn pulled her head back to stare at Santana. Her hands dropped to rest on Santana's shoulders. "I'm sorry?"

"I'm a bitch," Santana repeated. "I'm stubborn. I go to the yelling place as soon as my temper flares up. I'm extremely grumpy when I wake up in the morning. I don't always think my decisions through so sometimes I end up regretting them. I get really clingy—especially when I'm in a bad mood, which doesn't exactly make sense but it is what it is. And some days I am just a total and complete wreck."

Quinn knit her eyebrows together. "Okay…" she said slowly, still not catching on to Santana's intention.

"Between what you said earlier and what you just told me, you seem determined to love me," Santana answered with a shrug of her shoulders, "and you deserve to know what you're getting yourself into."

"But why are you telling me all of this as though I don't know it already?" Quinn asked in confusion.

"What?" Santana returned, just as confused.

"Santana, I have known you for sixteen years. That's a pretty long time to be friends with a person. I already know those things about you; they aren't a surprise. To be truthful, I don't think there's a lot I don't know about you at this point in our lives," Quinn told her.

"Well, I've even slapped a lot of people in my day," Santana countered, sounding like she had committed a felony and Quinn should be cautious of her.

"Alright, first of all, technically you only slapped Finn once. The rest of your slaps seemed to be reserved especially for me. Two people isn't exactly a lot," Quinn said knowingly. "But it's been years since our last slap-fest anyway, and it doesn't matter. I also already knew that about you."

"And you still…"

"Love you?" Quinn helped out with a grin. "Yes, so sue me." She placed her hands back on Santana's face and stared at her intensely. "Santana Lopez," she said in a firm voice, "I want every part of you. Every piece of yourself you've tried to drown or ignore or throw away, I want it. The good, the bad, the angry…I want it all."

Santana almost went weak in the knees under Quinn's hazel stare and the confidence in the words. It was everything she wanted and needed to hear—and this time she wasn't running away. She leaned in for another kiss, keeping it short and quick but still passionate.

Santana bumped her nose against Quinn's as she grinned. "When did you become so amazing, Fabray?"

Rolling her eyes, Quinn replied, "Whatever, Lopez." She reached for Santana's lips yet again. They stayed like that for a few moments; their lips molding with each other, moving in unison as if they could predict each and every next move.

Eventually needing air they broke apart again, each girl breathless and lightheaded with satisfaction.

"Is this crazy?" Quinn murmured. "Are we crazy?"

"Probably," Santana answered with a nod. "But hey, what's life without a little bit of crazy? It keeps things interesting."

A thoughtful expression floated across Quinn's face. "Most people don't confess their love for each after only two months of dating…"

"True," Santana agreed, "but we're not most people. You said it yourself, Quinn, we've known each other almost our entire lives. We've already seen each other at our worst and at our best. Sure, we've only been officially going out for two months, but I think we already did a decent job at establishing just how long we've actually felt like this about each other. We sort of just skipped a few steps along the dating process."

"Your logic is flawless," Quinn said, smiling. "Okay, let's go inside. It's starting to get cold."

Santana removed her arms from around Quinn's waist and grabbed her hand, leading them into the apartment building. Quinn let the rooftop door swing shut behind her and followed Santana down the steps. When they entered her apartment, Quinn kicked the door closed.

"Are you tired?" Santana asked nonchalantly while she turned to look at her girlfriend.

"After that conversation? Not in the slightest," Quinn answered. "Why do you ask?"

"Well," Santana said as she sauntered over to Quinn, "if I remember correctly, I once said I was going to make it up to you in the bedroom." She snaked her arms around Quinn to pull her close.

"We've had sex how many times since you said that?" Quinn returned with a smile. "A lot. And you're telling me not one of those times was you making it up to me?"

"This better not be you questioning my skills in bed," Santana warned.

Quinn shook her head and her eyes were sparkling. "Oh, no. Never. I would just be very surprised if you could do any better." She shrugged her shoulders as if that settled the matter.

Santana's jaw dropped and she narrowed her eyes. "Challenge accepted."

She crashed her lips into Quinn's without further warning, and it was anything but gentle; but Quinn didn't even flinch. Her hands quickly knotted in Santana's hair as they stumbled their way to Quinn's bedroom, never breaking contact with each other. Quinn stripped herself of her sweater and kicked off her shoes, as Santana did the same with her jacket and heels. Santana reached around Quinn's back to unzip her dress, and Quinn quickly stepped out of it, refusing to let her lips leave Santana's.

They fell onto the bed behind them and Santana swiftly straddled Quinn's hips, breaking the kiss for a moment. Quinn reached up to tug at the hem of Santana's shirt, and the girl indulged her by yanking it over her head and throwing it to the ground. Santana leaned down again, finding Quinn's lips, and slid her hands up and down Quinn's sides. She moved around to the blonde's back, unclasping the bra hastily and tossing it aside. Quinn's hands were wandering all over Santana's entire body, and she dragged her nails across the tanned skin. She traced her fingers down to the top of Santana's skirt to unzip it; Santana allowed her to pull it down over her waist before kicking it off the rest of the way, taking her underwear with it.

As Santana began to make her way down Quinn's neck, she felt cool hands unhooking her bra. Her lips reached Quinn's pulse point and she sucked gently, producing a small moan from the blonde. Santana moved her hands to Quinn's hips and she trailed her lips down Quinn's torso; when she met the waistband of Quinn's underwear Santana hooked a finger around each side and dragged them down and off the long legs, all the while layering Quinn's stomach with kisses. Santana's fingers skimmed along the insides of Quinn's thighs, and Quinn bucked her hips up in anticipation. Santana placed a kiss on each of Quinn's hip bones before slipping two fingers into the girl's center and Quinn let out a gratified whimper.

Santana pumped her hand in and out of Quinn at a steady pace while she found Quinn's right nipple with her lips and teeth. Quinn dug her nails into Santana's shoulder blades and shuddered with pleasure.

"Oh dear God," she moaned, arching her hips into Santana's hand that was working in and out of her.

"Now is not the time for prayer," Santana teased as she moved to the other nipple and used her free hand to squeeze and rub the breast she had just left. She raked her lips across Quinn's collarbone, from one side to the other, and then began kissing and nipping all over Quinn's neck; the hand that wasn't inside of Quinn roamed freely across the blonde's body, touching and feeling every inch of skin possible. Santana could tell Quinn was close to climax and slowed down her thrusts into the girl to prolong the process.

As she finally reached her height of pleasure, Quinn gripped the sheets tightly, bunching them up in her fists. Santana kept her fingers inserted a second longer to ensure the moment was as climactic and thorough as possible before removing them. She rolled off of Quinn and pulled the girl closer so they were lying on their sides, with Quinn's back against Santana's front. Santana wrapped an arm around Quinn's stomach and nuzzled her face into the crook of Quinn's neck.

"Okay, I was wrong," Quinn said as she attempted to control her breathing.

"Wrong about what?" Santana asked, feigning confusion.

"You're going to make me admit it out loud?" Quinn demanded in an affronted voice.

"Oh, absolutely," Santana answered with a grin.

Quinn sighed heavily, pretending it was a big task to accomplish. "Fine," she conceded, "I was wrong about your skills in bed. That was better than any of the times before."

"That's right it was," Santana bragged and she placed a kiss behind Quinn's ear.

"I love you."

Santana felt her heart soar at the words. "You're only saying that because of the great sex I just gave you."

"That's true," Quinn replied, nodding. "I love you for the sex and only the sex. Obviously."

Santana chuckled. "I love you too."

They fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes and Quinn started stroking Santana's forearm that was draped across her abdomen.

"I should've told you when we were here for Nationals junior year," Santana thought aloud.

"Hmm?"

"That I love you," Santana clarified. "I should've told you when we came to New York for Nationals. Remember? We were sitting in the hotel room and you were debating about turning in Rachel and Kurt for sneaking out. Brittany and I were giving you hell for it. You went on to say something about how Rachel and Tina had found love, and then you said all you wanted was for somebody to love you. I should've told you how I felt then. Now I'm pissed at myself for not realizing how I felt when you said it."

"Don't be mad at yourself," Quinn murmured quietly. "Though, that remark was essentially directed at you."

"Was it really?" Santana asked in shock and Quinn nodded.

"Yes. It was a general statement, but by that time I knew my feelings for you weren't just my imagination. When I said 'somebody' I meant you," Quinn said.

"Wow, Quinn, I'm sorry. I really wish I would have been honest with myself when it came to you during high school. Things could have been so different," Santana responded sadly.

"Do not apologize," Quinn told her resolutely. "It's not like I did anything about my feelings either. What's done is done and high school is long over. Besides, I'm pretty happy with where we are right now in our lives."

"So am I," Santana agreed. She tightened her hold on Quinn, pulling her even closer.

After another moment of silence Quinn asked, "But speaking of the past, do you think we fought so much in high school because we were secretly harboring feelings for each other?" Santana could tell she was smiling coyly.

"Definitely," Santana responded, remembering what Rachel had said earlier. "We cared about our reputations more than anything and anyone. And we were the only ones who could actually handle one another—everyone else would just run away or cry when they saw us coming. I still don't think even I fully comprehend how our relationship worked in high school, but I do know that we each cared about what other people thought of us; admitting we were in love with each other, at the time, was laughable. Even if deep down we knew it to be true. We were young and we were stupid, and we thought our reputations were more important than acknowledging our feelings. So, we went at each other's throats to hide the fact we were both breaking inside."

"It seems so senseless now. We could've saved ourselves from so much of the trouble if we had just been honest," Quinn mused.

"I don't think that's ever been a strength for either of us," Santana reminded her.

"That's true," Quinn allowed with a sigh. "Up until now I've never been very good at having a relationship that involved any type of honesty."

"Oh yeah? And what changed?" Santana inquired, smiling.

"Hmm," Quinn hummed in thought, "I found somebody who is worth every ounce of honesty in the world."

"Wow, for one person to change something so big about you they must be pretty incredible," Santana replied seriously.

Quinn shrugged her shoulders. "She's alright. Nothing special."

Santana laughed in response. "Watch it now."

"I love you," Quinn said softly.

Santana's stomach fluttered with excitement upon hearing it again. Now that they were out in the open, she didn't think she'd ever get tired of hearing those words coming from Quinn. "Are you going to say that now every opportunity you get?" Santana joked.

"Hell yeah. Every single opportunity," Quinn confirmed. "I've waited way too many years to say it. You deserve to have somebody tell you they love you, Santana, and remind you just how great of a person you are."

"And you're that person?" Santana asked as she buried her face in Quinn's long hair.

"Well, only if you want me to be that person…" Quinn answered good-naturedly.

"Nothing in the world would make me happier than you being that person in my life," Santana replied easily.

"Good answer," Quinn said with smile.

"Quinn?"

"Santana?"

"I love you too."