"What do you need?"

"Well, I've missed you too Santana."

"Seriously Quinn, what are you doing here?" I asked with a quirk brow, watching this blonde head walking on her toes across my office. "I'm working."

"Ohh.. We're feisty aren't we?" She smirked, dropping her purse on one of the seats by the corner. "And no, you're not working and I definitely know that document right there is empty." She smiled before taking the seat in front of me eyeing the computer.

I closed my eyes as a response, taking a deep breath, and yes Quinn was always right. I've been sitting here for above 3 hours and i haven't written anything but my name on the upper left corner and I'm really not sure as to why though, it's just I can't remove Brittany off of my head.

It's actually scary if you ask me.

Brittany and I had sex. And Jesus, I thought that it wouldn't be that big of a deal. I was wrong, obviously.

"I missed my best friend. Is that a crime?" she giggled waking me up in my paralyze state and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"We saw each other just this morning." I retorted matter-of-factly. "Didn't we?" I added taking off my glasses, throwing her a better look.

"Yes, and you barely smiled at me." Quinn subtly gasped, looking offended.

"I don't smile." I retorted, adjusting my seat.

"Of course you don't." She muttered mockingly, laughing.

I pursed my lips into a thin line waiting for Quinn to talk… "…so?"

I can barely count the minutes that has passed that Quinn and I have been starring at each other very very intensely. "Seriously Q, what do you ne-"

My words caught by the tip of my tongue when she took a deep breath before looking at me seriously. ".. d-do you need?" I continued, looking at her more thoroughly. "This is about him, isn't it?" I asked accusingly.

Quinn bit her lip before tucking her hair behind her ear and I know for sure I am correct. "How would you know that?" She throws the question back at me, faking a laugh.

"Well because, first, you never come here unless you need something that is business related and after that you just get out that door as if like you don't know me. Second, is when you just wanted to fucking annoy me and right now you don't really look like you're about to fucking annoy me. And most lastly is when you're in need of crying your eyeballs out because of your boy toy." I said without even blinking. "Quinn, I love you and I totally support you trying to kill yourself by marrying that guy but still I might as well do something before that happens."

"Fine." She sighed finally, her lips twitching to the side. And I can't stop the heavy breath that escaped my lungs as I watched that familiar glint in her eyes.

My voice went out quick and harsh. "Spill it."

Quinn and Mitch has been engaged for over a year now, at first I thought he was really sweet and gentleman so without a fight I actually allowed him to have my best friend. But then, there is always this one time that'll make you realize that there is nobody that is made to be perfect.

Mitch is the typical so-perfectly-gorgeous-with-a-nice-tie-type-of-guy, law graduate from Harvard at top of his class and also gives off the vibe of I-have-a-perfect-family-you-never-mess-with-me. Actually, if I was Quinn I could have died out of boredom in the first two months of our relationship and I just can't.

"Well…." Quinn started off and I just quirk a brow to keep her talking. "I... well…"

"He's a self-centred jerk. I've been telling you that a million times now."

"Well, we had a mature and serious talk last night…" She managed to say ignoring my remarks. "And h-he wants us to move to London after the wedding." She whispered, toying with her fingers.

"Really?" I confirmed, smiling. "Sweetie, let me break it down for you. Okay? First, he wants you guys to move you Alaska but he realised that he can't sleep in the daylight so he said 'Oh honey, let me think of another hell hole we could live on.'" I tell her, mimicking Mitch's voice. "Second, this just last month, he wanted you guys to move to Iceland but he said 'Oh sweetie, Iceland is just so green, we can't live there, I won't be able to live without my favourite season –winter!' Quinn, I'm telling you his gay."

"C'mon Santana, he's not gay, I know that for sure. He's just…" She coughed, looking for the perfect word. "…stylish, I guess?"

"Right." I nodded, removing my eyeglasses. "Now, what?" I pushed with a light scoff.

"You know that I love him, right?" She muttered lowly, continuously playing with her fingers and I just hummed in response, rummaging the stacks of folders in front of me. "Though, I'm starting to think that it's not enough, you know?" she barely whispered and by that my eyes automatically pulled on her direction.

"I mean, yes, I believe that he's the love of my life, he's perfect and all. And you know me, that's just what I want. A little perfect life."

My head bobbed up and down. "I know, but the problem is… he's too perfect and all." I added seriously, looking at Quinn with my lips pressed into a thin line.

"That." she nods.

"So how is that?"

"I don't know. I'd probably talk to him." She said, running her fingers through her hair.

"Q, I'm your best friend and all I'm telling is that, yes he's probably in love with you but he loves himself way too much to care about you and your relationship." I word out. By the moment my words scattered in the air I swear I wanted to take it back, just looking at the way hurt crawl upon her face, it's way beyond wounding for a best friend to see. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way." I muttered remorsefully, shaking my head. "But yes, you do have to talk to him. There's no other person way better to solve this." I replied, giving her a sweet smile.

Quinn gazed at me for a straight minute before clearing her throat. "You're too good to be my best friend, you know?" She smirked and I can't but just roll my eyes, beaming.

"So, how are you and Britt?"

"I'm sorry?" I blurted out and I almost choke at my own breathing.

"How are you and Britt? How is it going between you two?" She repeated monotonously, continuously typing on her phone.

My breath hitched at the tip of my tongue at hearing Quinn's words.

Uhmm.

How is it going between us two?

"Uhh…" I trailed, my eyes blinking furiously, I can feel the sudden heating up of my cheeks and so is the dampening of my palms. And before I can stop my words from escaping my lips, it already did. "We had sex."

Oh fuck.

"Well, I mean of course we always have sex! When I say 'always', I mean like super always! You know what I mean?" I managed to rant in one breath. "So I'm just basically telling you that." I smiled anxiously, my soaked palms continuously running through the silky material of my skirt.

"What?" Quinn asked, still typing on her phone.

Thank God. "Nothing." That smile automatically lingered on my lips, grinning like a maniac.

Quinn lifts her head in a slow manner settling her phone on the side, looking at me right after. For some unknown reason I can feel the insecurity flowing through my veins. "What?" I questioned, my brows knitting.

"Of course, you guys will have sex, right? You guys are married." She said out of nowhere after a minute or two, still eyeing me carefully.

For a moment it felt like my heart came into a halt and suddenly came out of its cage. And the thought of me telling Quinn about this deal is highly inevitable and that Brittany and I having sex is more likely illegal.

And I can't do that.

"Of course. What am I even thinking that I have to tell you that?" I laughed, my right hand flying on the corner of my brows. "Well maybe it's just so intense I have to blurt it out." I added, giggling.

"Really?" Quinn countered, adjusting her seat. "As much as I don't want to hear about it, Santana…" She trailed, her voice lowering on the last part, she even eyed the door if it was securely closed before inching her face, motioning for me to near the side of mine. "Are you and Brittany having trouble with sex?"

At first, I'm really not sure if I heard Quinn right, but when her words sunk into my brain. If it wasn't for the fact that Quinn was looking so fucking serious I would've burst out laughing, or not.

What?

"What? No! Jesus! God, no!" I nearly yelled. "Jesus Christ Fabray, what the hell are you saying?" It's really awkward hearing those words from one Quinn Fabray.

This is so not her.

"Santana, I'm your best friend, you can tell me everything. There's nothing to hide." She muttered seriously.

Is this real? Should I just laugh or something so she would cut this out?

"Q, I-"

"Listen, I've seen this thing on the internet while I was looking for something to give my nephew for his third birthday and I'm really glad that I didn't I get him that, God! My brother could've killed me." She rambled, as much as I wanted to stop her, she just never stops talking. "So this thing… it's actually made to.. you know… make sexual escapades a bit of I don't know… colourful?"

"Wha-"

"Shhh, listen to me. Though, I'm really not sure if what it's called, I think it starts with a D."

"You mean 'dildo'?" I piped in.

"Yea that! Wow! You actually know that?"

"Of course! I'm a lesbian?"

"Oh" She muttered, looking offended. And when I thought she would stop talking already, no she did not. "Anyway, so I really thought that it was a toy, it was violet and really big after all, but yea it wasn't toy." She rambled some more, just when I was about to talk back, she got up from her seat, phone in her hand and with that twinkling glow in her eyes.

"And when I got the chance to google it some more, I saw this-"her lips pulled into a wide grin, handing her phone.

"What's this?" With another eye roll I take a hold of her phone and- "Jesus Christ! Quinn Fabray! What the hell is that?" I practically yelled, shoving her phone back.

"Lesbians using dildo." She shrugged, like it's the most obvious thing in earth.

"I think I know that! I just saw that!" I added, it felt like I'm having a panic attack. Both of my hands flying on the corners of my temples as my breathing got a little laboured.

"Why? What's the matter?" She asks, returning to her seat, looking at me like I've grown two heads.

"What's the matter? Seriously? Why the fuck do you have that?" I asked excruciatingly.

"What? I'm curious! No, look.. it's really cool." She pushed, insisting for me to look at her phone. "There are actually tons of videos on the internet but I chose the blonde and brunette for you." She smiled sweetly.

"That's really sweet Q, but please just get that thing off my face! Thank you." I muttered firmly, swatting her hand away.

"But I googled this for you! Well, mainly to feed my curiosity but yea." She waives it off, slipping her phone back in her blazer.

"We're not having an issue with sex, alright?" I finally muttered, taking a deep breath.

Quinn puckered her lower lip, nodding. "Okay."

The sex itself was the problem. "Okay."

"Are you sure you're not having lunch with us?" Quinn inquired for the second time, swinging the glass door open.

"Yep." I smiled. "I'm a hundred percent sure, I'm having lunch with Britt."

"Okay. If you say so." Quinn finally said, shrugging with a smile etching on her lips. "Bye San!" She then waves before disappearing in front of my eyes.

And by that, a small heave escaped my lungs, my back meeting the cold leather material of my seat as I let my fingers run through my hair. I can't believe that it did actually crossed my mind that should I tell Quinn about this marriage and deal between me and Brittany. I can't believe that this is getting a bit way out of hand, actually not a bit. And most of all I can't believe that I'm letting things happen and I'm thinking not to ever stop. It's just it feel so good to feel this way.

I'm not even sure if it has already a word to describe my feelings in the English dictionary.

If there is one thing I'm sure about tho, is that I love the way I feel around Brittany.

The other night wasn't Santana. That wasn't me.

I can barely remember the last time I acted like this. I can barely remember the time I kissed someone who isn't Stephanie. It was the first time that I did not saw Steph beneath my eyelids when I kissed someone.

When I kissed Brittany, I was blown away.

I was swept off my feet. I can still feel the remnants of her lips against mine, the warmth of her skin still blazing underneath my pores, the aroma of her breath still tickling the side of my face, the mind blowing sparkle reigning beneath her eyelids that night is still haunting me every time I close my eyes.

I'm afraid just at the thought that I'm letting Stephanie go and I'm way more afraid that there is this chance that I'm letting this one person in.

A person that I shouldn't like at the first place.

Brittany is way too perfect for my shitty life.

She's way too perfect for my past life.

She's just way too perfect.

And it's kind of hurtful that I shouldn't have her.

Not this way.

Three consecutive knocks shattered my thoughts in the air followed by my secretary's voice exploding inside the four corners of my office.

"Yes Trish?" I asked, adjusting my seat.

"Ma'am we're heading out for lunch, is there something I can get you on our back?"

"No, thanks." I answer right away, smiling.

Aside from the green apple I took on our dining table this morning, I haven't had anything. Brittany has an early shift so I thought cooking breakfast will be pretty useless if she's not going to be there. "I'm not hungry." I added, Trish smiled before nodding, closing the door after her.

And before my thought divert somewhere else, my phone rang and Quinn's name appeared in green bold letters saying. "Think about it." Followed by the picture of the dildo she was trying to show me earlier. A hysterical laugh escaped lips, I can't believe Quinn is pushing this.

Shaking my head, I typed. "No, I don't have to think about it. My lady powers are enough." And before I can hit 'send' there's another set of consecutive knocks.

"Uh.. Trish? Can you actually get me a salad?" I muttered without even looking at the door as I try to look at Quinn's response with another photo message. And before another image of green dildo sunk into my brain, a familiar voice chimed in.

"Is chinese good?" Before I can stop that smile twitching my lips the door slammed shut followed by the soft footsteps against the marbled floor.

With a click of my tongue, my lower lip automatically tucked between my teeth, still trying to supress that weird tingly feeling inside me.

"Hi there." She said, and just by the sound of her voice I can guess, she too was smiling.

Lifting my head, with that smile almost ripping my mouth off. "Hi there." I parroted her words.

A/N: Probably sex next chapter! Thanks.