"Whoa. Whoa. Whoaaaa. I knew it, Q. So, when am I going to meet her?"

"Well, if you're going to be as flirty with her as you are with me, then never."

"Argh. You suck, Fabray." He pouts. "Kidding, though. You don't have to worry, Q. There's nothing to be jealous about. You're the only apple of my eye. The only one in my heart. The only person who—"

"Yeah, yeah. I get it, Alex. But I still wouldn't allow you to see her." I stick out my tongue.

"Oh, come on, Q. At least, let me see a photo of her." He gives me a toothy grin. "Please, Quinnie."

"Argh. Fine. But don't tell me you're jealous once you see how hot she is." I start rummaging through my bag to find my cellphone.

"Hoho, Q. If I remember correctly, about ten months ago, you told me you'll never call her hot."

"Do you want to see it or not?" I glare at him. He holds his hands up in response. I hand my cellphone to him, letting him see my screensaver.

"Oh, God."

"Please don't tell me you just got wet." I roll my eyes.

He bites his lip and winks. "So… You two are together?"

I sigh. "Physically? Most of the time. Obviously not now since, instead, I'm here in this café, wasting my time by talking to you. But if you were asking if we're together as in girlfriends, then no."

"Tss. Who are you kidding, Q?"

"No. Really. I'm serious! Look, I'll just tell you the whole story, okay?"

"Great. Is this gonna be long?"

"Uhh… Sort of. Why? You're busy?"

"No. I just thought we're gonna be needing coffee." He smiles before he turns his head and yells, "Hey, waiter!"

"Okay. So it all started when I saw her on my front door. My jaw literally dropped when I realized it was her. She was way hotter than I remember. And yes, I just used the H-word again."

"Anyway, she hugs me after years of not seeing me, and the moment I wrap my arms around her waist, everything just felt right. I know this may sound kind of mushy, but… that's just how exactly I've felt. I should've known then and there that I was a goner, but I didn't know that I was… well, as you would say, 'not that straight', so I didn't really think that someday, I'll find myself falling for my hot frienemy. "

"So, the original plan was she's going to stay at my place to watch the Rachel Berry's show the next day and she'll be leaving the day after or maybe the day after that, but she ended up staying at my place for a week. She said she enjoyed New York very much, so I let her stay."

"Then, she visited me again the next month and the one after that. The visits became more frequent and now, I see her at my doorstep almost every week. I didn't understand why she comes so often. I mean, it does cost to fly from L.A. to here, right? And besides, she's a law student, for fuck's sake. She shouldn't have that much time to waste. But of course, I never asked because I really didn't mind. I mean, I enjoy being around her very much, so why should I complain? But then again, I was still curious. We don't even do much when she's here. We would just walk to the park, go to the mall, order pizza, watch movies, or just cuddle in bed. I know, it's cliché, but it worked for me."

"Anyway, I'll jump to the romance part. I first accepted the fact that I am indeed in love with Santana the week before last week when Rachel invited us to her New Year's Eve party. When I saw her wearing that black dress, I heard a loud thud. Then I realized that the sound came from my jaw that just dropped to the floor."

Alex's laugh cuts me off. "You could use a little exaggeration in your story, Q."

I glare at him. "But, really. It's like, my heart stopped. She just looked so… beautiful. You know, so beautiful I had to use all of my self-control just to prevent myself from jumping on her." I stop to stick out my tongue when Alex wriggled his eyebrows.

"And then we were walking to my car when the party was over. That's when she grabbed my hand and when I turned to face her, she told me I was beautiful. I swear my heart melted when she said that, though it's kinda lame. We stared at each other in silence for a while before I swallowed all my nervousness away and leaned in." I sigh. "The magical kiss they were talking about in high school—you know, the one where you'll see fireworks? I finally experienced it then. With a girl. Who's my fucking bestfriend-turned-worst-enemy-turned-friend-turned-enemy-turned-friend who I haven't seen for years. I should've freaked out and panicked, but I didn't. It should've all felt wrong, but in fact, everything seemed right. Everything should've felt unreal, but it didn't. In fact, everything just felt so… perfect."

Alex interrupts me again. "Yeah, yeah. Please lessen the drama, Q, and finish your story before you fully break my heart into very tiny pieces…"

I narrow my eyes at him. "So, that's when it all started. On our way home, I was smiling the entire time. I couldn't help it. I thought kissing Santana was just… the best way to start my year. But then it turned out it wasn't. When we reach my house, well… we… umm… you know." I clear my throat, hoping it would stop me from blushing, but of course I fail miserably.

Alex smirks. "Wow, Quinn. You could curse and say your sexual thoughts about this Santana girl aloud, but you can't even utter the word 'sex'?"

"Shut up, Alex. We're in public!" I remind him, not that I think he forgot.

"So what, Q? If I were the one who got laid by a gorgeous, smoking hot girl, I would have happily announced—"

"Well, I would have too if only I were out," I snap.

"But… you do accept it, don't you? I mean, you already gave me 500 bucks, right?"

I sigh. "I don't know. I don't really want to accept it. I mean, she's the only girl I've been interested in anyway. But… I don't know. All I know is that she's the one I've been looking for. Now, I know what my past boyfriends have lacked. At first, I thought my past relationships didn't work only because one of my exes was nothing but a horny douche, the other was stupid enough to believe he could get me pregnant in a bathtub, and another's to sensitive to fight for me. I couldn't think of anything wrong with Joe then, though. He was understanding, caring, and very sweet just like my other exes were to me. While I was taking care of Santana when she caught a bad cold because I threw too many snowballs at her, something clicked. I thought maybe that's it. Maybe I didn't really want to be cared for, at least not all the time. Maybe I didn't want to be treated like how a good boyfriend would treat his girl; maybe I want to treat someone like that sometimes. Maybe I just didn't want a guy, at all. Maybe men are just too… manly. I don't know. I'm still confused. I don't really spend much time analyzing my feelings, you know. But I'm sure that I'm in love with her and that I'm willing to do anything—accept anything, face anything, or admit anything, while you're at it—as long as it's for her."

Alex sighs. "You'll figure it out someday, Q. So… What happened after 'it' happened? Why'd you say you're still not together?"

"Well," I bite my lip as I feel my face burn. "since then, we've become more intimate and… let's just say we enjoyed 'it' very much, so much that… well…" I wink at Alex. "But about the together part, I'm not really sure. I mean, we haven't made anything official yet. We don't even talk about this label thing."

"And are you okay with that? You don't care as long as you're enjoying yourself with whatever 'activities' you two are doing?" Alex winks at me back.

"Well, of course I'd like it better if she'd ask me to be her girlfriend, but I just love her too much. I wouldn't let these labels ruin whatever it is that we have now. Besides, I won't push. There's no need to rush. We have still plenty of time."

Alex shrugs. "Whatever you say, Q." He breathes deeply. "Ahh… Love."

"Yeah. Love. Maybe you should start looking for it, too. It will surely do you good, not that I think you could get any worse, anyway."

"Nah. I'm too busy. Besides, you've already told me I'm hot. I don't have to worry. Love will come looking for me."

"Whatever."

"Hey, hot stuff."

"Good evening to you too, San. Is this a booty call?"

"Oh, come on, Q. Stop talking like you're not blushing right now."

What a fucking psychic.

"Seriously, S. Why'd you call?"

"Well, it's Puck's birthday on Wednesday, right? I was kind of planning to visit him in Lima."

"…And?"

"And… I was kind of hoping that you'll come with me."

"Oh, yeah? And where are you planning to stay?"

"In my parents' house, Q. They did kick me out of there, after all. Duh, Q. In a hotel, maybe."

I sigh in defeat. "Fine. I'll go with you, and we'll stay in my mom's house. She's not even there anyway. She went to this Christian concert tour or something. Happy now?"

"You know what I would have done to you if I were next to you right now?"

"No, I don't. But you could always tell me."

What? I'm sexually frustrated, too, you know. I haven't seen Santana for a week, anyway.

"I would have… told you I love you."

Whoa. Unexpected. But better.

"I love you, Quinn."

"I love you, too, S."

"So… See you?"

"Umm… Tuesday?"

"I would have liked it better if you said an earlier date because I really miss you already, but yeah. Tuesday's fine."

"Good night, S."

"Sleep well, querida."

And that's the end of the flashback. The moment of truth will finally come in the next chapter. Bwahaha. Wish Lopez luck. A lot of luck.