The next morning, Quinn and Rachel were both woken up by knocking on the door. Quinn groaned and pulled the pillow over her head, "Rach, I though your dads don't get back until tomorrow" she said as the knocking continued. Rachel's moan mimicked that of Quinn's as she got out of bed, sleepily stumbling to the front door and rubbing at her eyes while she let out a yawn.
"Daddy, why didn't you just use the….Santana?!" she said, having realized that it wasn't her father at the door, but the mocha skinned Cheerio, Rachel's face was shocked as she stared at the girl on her front porch, "what are you doing here….how did you even know where I live?" Rachel asked.
Santana rolled her eyes and pushed past Rachel and into the house, "Puck told me, where is Quinn, Hobbit?" she asked, although her tone wasn't as spiteful as it usually was, she glanced towards the stairs and moved toward them only to be stopped by Rachel. Santana's face hardened and she glared at the shorter girl in front of her, "what the hell Treasure Trail? Move!"
Rachel crossed her arms over her chest and held her ground, "Santana, for one, you are in my house, so I will not tolerate the vulgar nicknames, if you do not wish to refer to by my first name, then you may use my last" she said with a determined expression.
To Rachel's surprise she watched as Santana cast another looking toward the stairs, her face anxious, "Ok, whatever Berry, now move" she said, trying to go around the girl but groaned when she was stopped again, "what now?"
Rachel searched the taller brunettes face for a moment, "no, not until you tell me what you want with Quinn" when the Latina opened her mouth, a spark of anger flashing in her dark eyes , Rachel held up a hand to stop her, "yes it is my business Santana, because Quinn called me last night a sobbing mess, saying that she 'messed everything up', so I want to know why you're here Santana, because I don't ever want to see her that broken again" as she finished her statement, she watched as all of the fight drained out of the Latina.
"She was crying?" Santana said weakly, looking back towards the stairs, "Rachel, it's my fault, I made her misunderstand, and you have to let me go see her…"she pleaded, looking the diva in the eyes, "please"
Rachel nodded and moved aside, watching as Santana practically flew up the stairs, she knew that she didn't need to tell the cheerleader where her room was, it was hard not to notice.
As Santana reached the door that was obviously Berry's she opened it and peaked her head inside, seeing Quinn laying on her stomach, the pillow still on her head, "Was it your dads Rae?" the blond asked, leaning up when Santana didn't answer and freezing when she saw her best friend instead of her other shorter friend, "San?" she asked, visibly swallowing nervously.
"Hey Q…" Santana said as she walks into the room fully and closed the door behind her, leaning against it, afraid to move closer to the bed.
Quinn bit her lip and looked down at her hands, avoiding the other girls gaze, "is this the part where you tell me that 'it's not you, it's me' and you tell me that we should stay friends, because if that is what this is, I would rather you just leave…" she said keeping her eyes downcast.
"No, that's not what this is" Santana said honestly, searching the blonde's face when she looked up in surprise, "this is my, 'I'm an idiot for making you think I don't want you' speech actually"
Quinn's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, "wait, you what?" she asked in disbelief, sure she had heard the other girl wrong.
Santana sighed and moved forward, sitting down on the bed beside Quinn and taking her hands in her own, "I said, I want this, I want you Q" the Latina said, stressing each statement and holding the hazel gaze beside her.
Quinn blinked, "you do?" she asked in a daze, she was sure she was dreaming, and at any time now, Rachel would wake her up with her singing in the shower, causing the blond to have to face reality.
Santana reached and cupped the pale cheek in front of her, "more thank you will ever know Quinn" she said softly, leaning forward and brushing her lips gently over the other girls.
Quinn closed her eyes, resting her forehead against Santana's, "God I hope I don't wake up" she whispered, "please tell me I'm not dreaming San"
Santana chuckled and pulled back so she could look into the hazel orbs she wanted to get lost in, "it's not a dream Q, unless we are both dreaming" she said with a smile and she kissed the blond again. She felt pale arms encircle her waist and she wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck, trying to bring her closer. She felt Quinn's tongue slip out and run across her bottom lip and she eagerly granted the other girl entrance, moaning softly when she got her first taste of Quinn.
Quinn felt her whole body ignite when she heard the soft moan escape the brunette's lips and she fought back her own moan, massaging the other girls tongue with her own dominating the kiss easily. She pulled back when her lungs burnt from their need of oxygen, panting slightly as she tried to catch her breath, "wow" she breathed.
Santana smiled and leaned forward to peck the blonde's lips quickly, "you're not too bad Fabray" she teased.
Quinn rolled her eyes, "I'm awesome Lopez, admit it" she said smirking. She stood up then, stretching her limbs, laughing when she noticed the other cheerleader eyeing her abs when her shirt ross with her stretching, "Hey San? You can put your tongue back in your mouth now…" she said as she pulled her shirt back down and held out her hand.
Santana shrugged, "just enjoying the view" she said as she took the blonds hand, letting her lead her out of the room and down the stairs, "where are we going?" she asked.
Quinn laughed, "I fixing you breakfast of course" she said as she lead Santana into the kitchen, smiling at Rachel who was drinking a fruit smoothie at the island, raising her eyebrow at the pair.
"I'm guessing you two worked out your issues…" Rachel said, a hint of a smile shadowing her lips.
Quinn's smile only brightened, "yep we sure did, are you hungry Rach?" she asked, opening up the fridge as Santana took a seat opposite of Rachel at the island.
"Sure Quinn, that would be greatly appreciated" Rachel said as she watched the blond start getting out the utensils she needed to prepare omelets, she looked over at Santana while Quinn had her back to the brunettes and mouthed, "nice job" flashing a thumbs up.
Santana felt her own mouth turn into a grin as she watched Quinn cooking, "yep, I finally got it right this time" she whispered the diva. She had a feeling that things were finally going to get better for her, or so she hoped.