Remember what I said in the last chapter about it being the end of the flashbacks? Guess what. I LIED. Haha. That's unintentional, though. I was really planning to jump to the part when Santana wakes up with a hangover, but I decided to add just one little more flashback. :D

Oh, and there's only gonna be two chapters left after this one. Maybe. I don't know. Haha. You could help me decide, but I'm planning to write only another chapter after this and an epilogue. I know. Disappointing. I don't really want to end this story that soon but I'm out of ideas. :)) You could help me out, though, and tell me what you want to happen, and maybe I'll consider writing more chapters, but right now, my decision's to keep it short. And besides, I think the ending would be better if I keep this short. You'll know what I mean when you read the ending. Soon, my dears, soon. :D

Yeah, yeah, I know. On with the story already! XD

The night before Santana's drunken return…

Quinn's POV.

I'm really tired when Santana and I finally reached our house—or should I say my mom's house—here in Lima, but I won't let it win over my—wanting. I'm surprised that Santana and I reached the bedroom without—yeah.

I close my bedroom door, hug Santana from behind, and press a kiss on her neck. "I missed you so bad."

"Whoa. Whoa. Wait, Q." She pulls away from my embrace, faces me, and holds my hands. "I-I want to tell you something."

What? Did she just cockblock me?

This better be important.

"Hm?"

She bites her lip before looking into my eyes. "I… I love you, Quinn. I… I love everything about you, every single thing. I love how you scrunch your nose every few seconds whenever you're wearing your reading glasses. I love how you always place your spoon and fork neatly on your plate when you're done eating. I love how you always complain about wearing dresses and make-up because I love the way you could look so damn pretty even with your morning hair and pyjamas. I love how you make me feel. I love how your smile and your touch can make my mood change instantly. I love how being in your arms makes me forget about everything except you. I love the fact that I'm so in love with you that I'll do anything for you, like confessing to you now like a stupid, obsessed teenager."

I open my mouth to tell her how much I love her back, but she continues talking.

"But I also hate a lot of things about you." I let my eyebrows raise in confusion. "I hate the way you almost kill me whenever I see your breathtaking face. I hate it when I wake up and I don't feel you beside me. I know you're just trying to be sweet by going out of bed and making me breakfast before I wake up, but I'd honestly prefer to die in hunger while cuddling with you. I hate that look you always have whenever you see me look at other girls. It drives me crazy because it makes me feel like I'm not doing enough to make you feel how strong my love is for you and how all my love is only for you. I hate the way I feel whenever that Alex guy calls you because I feel so selfish for wanting you all for myself. I hate it when I realize that you're the one I've been waiting for my whole life, that you're the one I've been looking for. God, all this time, it has always been you, the girl I've kicked down to the bottom of the pyramid, the girl from whom I've stolen a guy with froggy lips, the girl I've shoved against the lockers. I've been with you for years and I never noticed it. I never considered the possibility that you might just be the right girl for me to fall into. I hate the way I've only loved you now when I should have done that a long time ago."

"I want to love you forever, Quinn. Only you." Santana stops, sighs, bites her lip, and looks down at the floor. I feel her hands tremble. "Please say something."

I squeeze her hands. "I… Me, too."

She looks up at me and smiles. She wraps her arms around my neck and whispers, "You won't leave me, would you?"

"Never."

End of flashbacks.

Santana's POV

I wake up with a faint taste of vomit lingering in my tongue and a fucking terrible headache. I suddenly sit up when I remember what happened last night.

Going to that stupid bar.

Brittany.

Artie.

Quinn.

Fuck. Quinn.

Shit. I'm so fucked.

I reach for the aspirin and glass of water on the side drawer. Quinn should've left those for me.

You shouldn't have. Fuck, you should be mad at me.

God, I wish I never have left the house. I wish I've never invited her to Lima. I wish I don't remember anything.

Wait. That's it.

Plan A: Pretend you don't remember anything.

I lie in bed for a while until my hangover's almost gone. I feel my heart beat faster with each step I take down the stairs.

Pull yourself together, Lopez. Time to bring out the actress in you.

I see Quinn on the sofa watching tv with her arms wrapped around her legs and her chin resting on her knees.

Don't mess up, Lopez.

Wait. I already did.

I sit beside Quinn and wrap my arms around her. I press a kiss on her cheek before mumbling, "Hungry."

Quinn looks at me and my heart aches when I see her sad smile. "I made bacon. And coffee."

I try to return her smile. "You're the best, Q."

I walk to the dining room and pour myself some coffee. Quinn turns the tv off and enters the room after me. She sits across me and helps herself with a piece of bacon.

"You haven't eaten yet, Q?"

She shakes her head. "Of course I'll wait for you."

Fuck.

Nope, don't you feel guilty, Lopez. You'll only make things worse.

I give her a nervous smile and take another sip of coffee.

We eat in silence until I can't take it anymore.

Abort Plan A. Engage Plan B.

Wait… What's Plan B?

"Um, Q." I look down at my plate because there's no way I could ever stop myself from crying if I'll look her in the eye. "About last night…"

Plan B: Apologize.

"We don't have to talk about it." My head shoots up when I hear her response.

She shrugs. "It's okay."

Yeah, sure. That's why I heard a crack in your voice.

"Look, Q. I know I said a lot of stupid things—"

"We don't have to talk about it, Santana."

"But I really—"

"Just drop it, San."

"I just want to explain myself, okay? I didn't mean any—"

"Santana Lopez, shut up now before we both do something we'll regret."

"Quinn, please. I need you to listen to me."

Quinn stands up and places her plate and cup in the sink. "This conversation is over, Santana."

I stand up and grab her wrist before she walks out. "No, Quinn. Just listen to me," I plead. "Just let me explain."

"How could you possibly explain what happened, Santana? How could you explain everything you've said?" Quinn's voice is stern, but I can see tears are already forming in her eyes.

"I-I didn't mean anything I've said, okay? I was drunk. I didn't know what I was saying! I just got upset because I wasn't prepared to see her again after she left me! I didn't think. I'm really sorry."

Quinn scoffs. "Oh, yeah? Are you sure, S? I'm pretty sure you sounded like you meant everything when you were crying her a river last night."

"Quinn, I've already told you. I love you. Only you. I made a mistake. A huge, stupid mistake. I'm sorry. I swear I feel so bad about myself that I really want to kill myself right now."

Quinn clenches her fists. "You should've just told me the truth. You should've just told me you haven't moved on yet. I would've understood."

"But I did move on! Quinn, I love you. I—"

"You were even murmuring her name in your sleep last night. How do you call that moved on?"

"Quinn, I swear I'm over her—"

"Were you dreaming of her? Do you still remember your dream?"

Lie, Santana. You'll make things worse.

"And this time, Santana, the truth, please."

"Quinn, I—"

"Just tell me, Santana."

"Fine. You want the truth? In my dream, I was playing with two little blonde kids in a park. Then, Brittany approaches us, and one of the girls run to her calling her 'mommy'. Happy now?"

I feel Quinn's hands relax. "See? Not so hard, was it?" She releases her hand from my grip and starts walking away from me.

"Quinn, please don't walk away from me." No response. "Q, you promised me you'll never leave me."

"And you promised me I'll be your only one," Quinn quips. "Just leave me alone, Santana." She grabs her jacket and walks out the door.

Fuck this.

I sit on the floor, right where she left me, and let all the tears fall.

We can't end now. Not like this.

I whip out my phone and dial a number I should've deleted a long time ago. I clear my throat and try my best not to sound like I cried my heart out a few moments ago.

"Britt? Can you meet me at the park later?"

Oh, and NayannaR, I don't freak out yet. I swear this is going to have a good ending. :)

xxsteffybrownxx I'm trying not to put too much events in one chapter, so I make each relatively short. I try my best to make each succeeding chapter worth the wait though. :D

Sooo, what do you guys think? :)