Day 3: College!AU
Title: She's All That
Rating: T for just college junk and language
Word Count: 5,821
Paring: Quinn/Santana
Summary: Santana is in dire need of a miracle if she wants to pass all her classes and keep her scholarship, and Quinn just may be that miracle.
So this seems to be very different to other submissions for today and I'm SO THANKFUL for that. Anyway, I know some of you were hoping for Day 2 and Day 3 to be combined and I was going to do that, but I really wasn't sure where to go with that, so I had this come into my head and there you go; this happened. I'm pretty proud of it, I like to think. Thank you guys for the reviews last submission and I appreciate them, especially for some of the people who actually read it on Tumblr first. Thank you and enjoy this!
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Being the head bitch in charge at Yale seemed all kinds of awesome to Santana, when she got a full ride scholarship to the university, but never did she expect it to be such a challenge to stay there. She always heard people saying that college was so much better than high school and while she managed to keep her reign stepping in as a freshman, it still didn't help her in the academics department.
The pressure is on as her sociology class kicks her in the ass. She just didn't understand the human brain in a scientific way. She always assumed that people were idiots because that's just the way they were wired. Every time her professor would go into a full on lecture about serial killers and their psychopathic mindsets, she would just doze off. She didn't want to spend hours on end hearing about Jeffery Dahmar or Ed Gains eating human organs as a gourmet meal—it just sounded twisted, yet her professor seemed to get off telling the grueling details to his class.
That isn't even the half of it. She's in calculus and that alone could be the death of her. She couldn't be bothered with all the variables and numeric equations. It confused the living shit out of her and yet she is baffled as to why she bothered even taking these classes.
You thought Sociology would be a piece of cake and Cal works with your major. Why you chose engineering is beyond me.
Santana sighs heavily as she sits in front of her laptop looking at her last test—she failed, again. She growled, shutting the screen closed. If she failed another one or worse, her final she'd be sure to be in deep shit or worse, lose her scholarship.
She walks out of her dorm room, slamming the door shut. She runs down the stairs and begins jogging her frustrations away. She couldn't let this happen; she couldn't let this get any worse.
She runs to the gym on campus and steps in, passing the girl at the desk with a small smirk, stepping through the back to the pool. She liked to get her dip on when things were a living hell, so she pulls her clothes off and sits in the Jacuzzi. Her muscles instantly relax in the heated water. She needed it after her long practice and the stress she is under.
She closes her eyes to enjoy the serenity, letting out a content sigh when she suddenly hears splashing over in the pool next to her. She opens one eye and looks at a group of people. A scrawny, pale, looking guy and a brunette, then a blonde who's standing off against the wall, staring at the water in horror as the other two move around in the water.
"C'mon Quinn, jump!" The guy yells and the blonde, Santana is assuming is Quinn just shakes her head furiously, plucking her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. Santana watched the girl carefully. She had a body with the way she filled out her bikini in the right places and the glasses brought an interesting allure to her, but Santana could tell she was a total nerd.
"Quinn get in!" The guy screams more forcefully and she just clutched the wall, like she was truly terrified, but Santana couldn't be bothered with getting out of her relaxing spot, plus it'd be the nice thing to do and defend the Quinn girl, but frankly, she wasn't nice.
The guy shuffles out of the water and pulls Quinn by the arm and she tries with all her might to stop him from pulling her in, but it all goes to hell when he picks her up by the waist and tosses her in. He begins laughing as the girl giggles and he hops back in and they goof off.
Santana watches where the guy tossed her in and notices how the bubbles where she would be are reaching the surface, but something felt off to Santana. Her eyes narrow for a moment, before she curses under her breath.
Son of a bitch.
She jumps out of the Jacuzzi and gets a running start, breaking through the pool's surface. She dives in and swims past the two stupid people as the Quinn girl struggles under the surface. Santana grabs hold of her waist and pulls her up to the surface.
Quinn breaks first and starts coughing hysterically, alerting her friends who start swimming up to the two girls. The guy gets to them first and tries to grab Quinn to help, but Santana growls.
"Don't touch!" she seethes and pulls her to the latter. She has Quinn wrap her legs around her and hold tightly around her as she pulls her up the latter to sit her down on the edge. Her friends watch a short distance away, exchanging concerned looks as Quinn continues to cough the chlorine up and rubs her eyes blindly.
"I can't see," she mumbles and Santana's eyes widen.
That fucking asshole blinded her!
She tightens her jaw, then realization hit that Quinn had lost her glasses. "Just hold on to the railing," she tells her as Quinn nods distantly, not really knowing who is being so attentive since she can't see, but she was pretty sure it was a girl.
Santana jumped back in and dived to the bottom with her eyes wide opened looking for any sign of shining from the lenses. She looks around for a moment, until finally locating them. She grabs them from the bottom and breaks back to the surface and guides them into her hand.
Quinn sighs deeply and places the water covered lenses on and finally sees her rescuer. "Oh my God! Santana Lopez!" She panics, looking away quickly, not wanting the girl to beat the shit out of her or something. Sure it's college, but it didn't mean she didn't panic.
"Relax Blondie, I won't kill you, if that was my intention, I would've let you drown like your loser friends," she tells her and Quinn looks over at her friends, who looked away guilty. Quinn looks back at Santana and nodded distantly. "So like you look okay, so I'll be going now," she adds, getting up and walking out to leave the girl slightly shocked.
…
Game day and the cheerleaders are hitting center stage—well center field for the halftime show. Santana steps out in front of the roaring crowd as she basks in the cheers and whistles from spectators. She smirks to some of her fellow cheerleaders as the music begins to play and their routine begins.
They dip and shake, drop to their knees and twist their backsides in full view to the crowd. It causes an up roar as per usual and looking out at the crowd she spots in the front row the three people from the pool. They're bouncing and dancing to the music and Santana can't seem to tear her eyes away from Quinn.
She still wears her glasses and now fully clothed, she wishes the girl dressed in her bikini the whole time—she dressed like a step ford wife and Santana rolls her eyes at the attire. She shouldn't even care about the girl anyway. Her friends are bumping into her and sandwiching her. It makes her blush and her glasses slowly slip down the bridge of her nose, forcing her to push them back up.
Santana hits the field and holds herself up with one arm, shaking her backside up in the air with the rest of the crew before she stands in front of one of the girl's and grabs her thighs, slowly rolling her hips downward.
The crowd whistles loudly again and Santana looks back at the three—her eyes meeting the blonde, before Quinn quickly looks away to hide that she wasn't staring.
The song ends and the cheerleaders do what they do best—cheer, as the football team runs back out. They go off to the side and sit down for a moment to rest from their routine, when she hears.
"Hey Santana! Hi!" She turns her head up to the stands and sees the scrawny guy waving frantically at her. Quinn hits him in the side to stop him from making a fool out of himself, and she slowly turns back to the other cheerleaders.
"Why is Lanky Artie waving at you?" the girl asks and Santana shrugs with an eye roll.
"I didn't even know his name," she replies and the other girl smirks, before nudging her slightly.
"How are your classes going? I knew you're having trouble," she asks curiously—and concerned. They couldn't lose one of their best cheerleaders.
Santana rolls her eyes with a huff. "Horrible, I don't know what the fuck I'm going to do," she tells her squad member and the girl turns back to the game to think of an idea for her.
Then it hits her. "Girl, a study group," she tells her and Santana meets her eyes, narrowing them slightly, quirking her eyebrow at her.
"Yeah, I don't study," she states and the girl turns her head back to the three nerds behind them.
"Yeah but they do, since Artie seems to know you, perhaps give it a go," she shrugs and Santana turns in the same direction, looking at the three friends, before carefully resting her eyes on Quinn, letting a smile grow across her lips.
She does owe me.
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Santana walks in to the library the next afternoon, having a strange feeling that the person she is looking for will be in there. She imagined if she wasn't in class then she was probably in the library studying. She walked down the rows of books, feeling slightly overwhelmed at everything in there, until finding the back with all the tables.
She scanned the area and saw the blonde at the far table with books sprawled all over the place. She grew a smirk, flipping her hair and placing her backpack over one shoulder until finally walking over to her.
Quinn stuck her tongue out the side of her lips in concentration and Santana smiled almost genuinely at the action. But she shook her head, clearing those thoughts out of her head, before clearing her throat to get the girl's attention.
Quinn looks up with her eyes widen—like high school all over again. She pushed her glasses back up and continues to look at her in utter shock.
Santana shifts from one foot to the other, before sighing deeply. "I need someone to help me with two of my classes," she grumbles and Santana looks in one direction to the other, hoping no one was seeing the interaction.
Quinn narrows her eyes in confusion, turning in her seat, looking all over the place to see if she is actually speaking to her. "Yes you!" Santana snaps and Quinn jumps in shock, increasing her heart rate just a bit.
Santana quickly takes a seat in front of the blonde, who buries her face into her book. Santana pushes it up to see the cover. It's a sexual reproduction class and Santana quirks an eyebrow, smirking just a little when Quinn pushes it back down on the table, flushing ever so slightly.
"Why would you ask me for help?" She asks finally and Santana forms a tight lipped smile.
"Because I don't have anyone else who will or understands the material," Santana explains and Quinn looks up meeting her eyes.
"And what makes you think I do?" Quinn crosses her hands in front of her, leaning in to whisper to the cheerleader.
Santana sits back in her chair, gesturing to the girl. "Well look at you…you have to know this shit better than me,"
Quinn looks down at her gestured attire and scrunches her face up in confusion. "I don't know if I should be insulted or not," she whispers quietly, fiddling with her pen.
Santana rolls her eyes before sighing deeply. "Look you owe me," she presses and Quinn meets her eyes. "I saved your life if you don't recall and I think that counts for something," she adds, crossing her arms on her chest and Quinn blinks, thinking it over.
Santana must really be desperate if she's asking me for help.
After a mini battle with her thoughts, she nods. "But on one condition," Quinn says and Santana begins to shake her head frantically.
"No, no, I jumped into a pool and saved your life, you do this we're even," she argues and Quinn leans forward to keep her voice to a whisper since they are in a library after all.
"You need help with two classes. I'm technically saving yours by making sure you don't fail,"
"Exactly! A life for a life," Santana pushes and Quinn shakes her head, leaning back deflated, before licking her lips subconsciously. Santana closes her eyes tightly, grumbling. "Fine, what do you want?" She finally asks.
"I want to learn how to swim. Teach me that and I'll help you with your classes, then we'll go our separate ways," Santana scrunches her eyes at the thought of teaching the intelligent girl to swim, then her mind goes whirling back to the day when she was in her bikini.
Oh what a hard decision, Santana.
Santana finally nods. "Okay deal, but we do those lessons after hours. I got the hook up so no worries. In the meantime, tell me about these organ eating psychos in my sociology class and equations in my calculus class," she says, tossing her two books on the table and Quinn quirks an eyebrow.
"You do realize that not all serial killers eat human organs right?" Quinn asks and Santana's eyes widen in disbelief—truly.
"Oh yeah? Name one," she presses and Quinn nods slowly, with a smile.
"I can name quite a few, but I'll name one you'll know fairly well...Alieen Wuornos," she says and Santana looks at her in confusion, before Quinn's eyes widen. "The movie Monster ring a bell?"
Santana's mouth drops. "Oh yeah! Charlize Theron," Quinn closes her eyes, before slowly shaking her head.
I have my work cut out for me.
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It's only a week until Santana's next test and while Quinn is desperately cracking down on the studying with Santana, they have yet to do her swimming lessons because Santana needed more help than Quinn intended. The girl is in Yale, the thought of her not knowing the basics is really shocking to her.
Santana lays her head down on the library table—same table they've been meeting at for the last week and a half. It is completely dark outside and Quinn is looking at her amused.
"Santana pick your head up," she tells her and Santana looks at her bored, placing her hand under her chin to keep her face up just to spare her.
"This is boring as fuck and we've been at this for hours," she whines and Quinn just shakes her head. She's grown more comfortable with the cheerleader and accustomed to her ways. She almost would consider them borderline friends, but she didn't want to go that far.
"Well you are getting the material better…" Quinn's voice trails off and Santana's ears perk up and a big smile forms on her face and Quinn can't help, but giggle, before perching her glasses back up on her bridge. Santana's eyes narrow—she kind of liked when she did that with her glasses.
She blinked a few times, before sitting up and turns away from her staring and clears her throat. She closes her books and Quinn looks at her in confusion.
"We're not done," she tells her and Santana smirks before nodding frantically.
"Yeah we are. I'm going to hold up my part of the deal now. Grab your shit and let's go," she tells her and tosses her books in her backpack. She glances up and sees Quinn hasn't made a move, so she rolls her eyes and closes her books for her which makes Quinn look up at her, almost fearfully. Santana ignores it though and places Quinn's books in her backpack, before dragging her with her.
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"Quinn come on," Santana swims around in the pool, while Quinn stays on the wall staring down at the water.
"Santana I—I take it back. I'll just help you with your classes and we're even," she breaths out nervously and Santana huffs.
"No. I already agreed, so I'm not backing down and you're not either," she tells her and Quinn looks down at the water again in fear. "Q you got to trust me. I won't let you drown," she tells her sincerely.
The sound of endearment in Santana's voice, forces Quinn to look up at Santana. They lock eyes and it's like a mutual understanding and it builds Quinn's confidence as she walks to the latter. She takes a deep breath and turns around to step down it.
By the time the water engulfs her body, Santana has already swam up to her. Quinn is holding the bar tightly—so tightly that Santana could see her fingers losing their blood circulation. She offers her an encouraging smile, before clapping slightly.
"Good job, first step was physically getting you into the pool willingly. Now you have to trust yourself not to sink," she tells her, holding her hand out for Quinn to take. She looks at the offering and she remembers how she needed to trust Santana if she was going to get the hang of this swimming thing.
She takes hold of Santana's hand and Santana begins to swim gliding her around the pool. Quinn slowly begins to relax and smiles when she feels her heart beat normal and the unnerving feelings kick away like a distant memory.
Santana gets them to a place where she can stand. "How do you feel?" She asks and Quinn looks up at her with a smile.
"Like I've conquered my fears," she tells her and Santana laughs.
"Well not just yet. I can't hold your hand every time you enter a pool,"
Why not?
"Now lay on your back," she tells her and Quinn looks at her confused, but decides to trust her judgment, so she does as she's told and suddenly she feels Santana's fingertips grazing her back until her full palms lay on her back. "It's all about floating mostly. Because if you have no faith in yourself, then you'll sink, but if you do have faith in yourself, well then you'll float," she explains as Santana holds her hands up out of the water to show Quinn that she is in fact floating in the water.
Quinn's eyes widen and she laughs in disbelief. "Are you serious? I'm doing this all on my own? There is no force mechanism holding me up?" She asks and Santana quirks her eyebrows at her choice of words, but she shakes her head, crossing her arms in approval.
"Now we just need to get you paddling and you should be good to go. Maybe we should get you swimmies," she tells her and Quinn snickers, before snorting. It forces her to blush deeply and Santana giggles at the way she embarrassed herself.
"Tomorrow, I want to do something else for you though. I haven't taken my tests yet, but I believe I can do this and I'll be ready, so what do you say? Spend the day with me," she says and Quinn looks at her confused. Before they decided on this agreement, Santana was all about hiding the fact that she was hanging out with her, but now she wants to and in public no less.
But Quinn couldn't deny that she liked being around Santana, so whatever she had planned she couldn't deny her invitation.
…
They enter the mall and Santana has her arms folded over her chest as Quinn takes in the establishment. Sure she's been to malls countless times, but none with one of the cheerleaders from her college. She has to look around to see if there was anyone she'd recognize and if they'd notice she's standing next to Santana Lopez.
"Come on," she gestures, nudging her slightly and Quinn takes a deep breath, hoping what Santana has in store of her isn't going to embarrass her or anything.
They walk into a few stores that Quinn never shops in nor thinks about stepping in and Santana pulls a few things out that are most definitely not things Quinn wears. It only signifies one thing—Santana is planning to make her over from head to toe.
Maybe to make me more bearable to be around in person.
There was some hurt behind Quinn's senses, but she has never been one to turn down new experiences—well as long as they aren't going to kill her. Santana hands the shirts and pants over to her and Quinn grabs them to walk in the dressing room to try them on.
The pants are tight, but because they're meant to be. The shirts are form fitting and as Quinn looks at herself in the mirror she sees just how much of a body she really has. She turns around in the mirror and notices how the pants hug around her butt and the way the shirt really hugs her hips and breasts. Something inside her bubbles up—nerves, maybe even a little bit of happiness as she feels a little crazy believing that she didn't look good.
"Q let me see," she hears Santana's voice on the other end, so she sighs and opens the door to show Santana and her mouth gaps at what she sees before her. Suddenly a smile grows on the other girl's lips, suddenly causing a blush to creep up on Quinn's cheeks.
"You look really good," she breaths out and she twirls her finger to signal for her to turn around, so she does like she's being examined. Quinn gulps as Santana eyes her up and down, wondering if she's up to the girl's expectations.
"We're getting these," she tells her and tells Quinn she can go to change. Quinn breaths out a sigh of relief, returning back into the dressing room. She isn't quite sure why she wants to impress Santana, maybe because she's pretty and very well known—and because she's openly gay and people still don't give two shits. She envied her will to not care and be so open freely—she wanted to be that way.
As she walked out, Santana smiled warmly at her as she took the clothes and paid for them, much to Quinn's protests. Santana holds her hand up to stop her from arguing, stating she owed her more than she realized. Quinn smiled at that, but hid it by bowing her head.
They left the store and Santana brought her into a place Quinn has been dying to go in, but Santana didn't know this. Quinn's mouth drops as she looks at all the glasses on the walls and the desk, the doors that lined the sides with eye doctors just waiting for patients.
"Oh my God San!" She jumps up and down in excitement. "Wait are we here for glasses or—," her voice trails off and Santana giggles, shaking her head.
"Nope, contacts," she tells her and Quinn stops her motions and eyes her carefully. She actually really wanted new glasses, so they would stop sliding down her nose—she couldn't stand it, but contacts could be good. She sighed heavily and smiled at the gesture, when she gets called in for her exam, leaving Santana outside.
Santana is playing on her phone, holding the bags of clothes when the door pops open and Quinn walks out. It doesn't grab Santana's attention, until she sees glasses thrusted under her nose and she looks up to see Quinn's face, completely—no glasses blocking any features. Santana feels her breath hitch as she takes in those hazel eyes. Those pesky glasses, as alluring as they are in a naughty librarian kind of way, they were the devil for hiding such beautiful eyes.
Santana blinks and stands up, breaking herself from her trance as Quinn smiles small to her. "Uh—how do they feel?" She asks, knowing contacts can sometimes be uncomfortable.
Quinn shrugs. "They're fine. I can't even really tell they're there," she says and Santana smiles, nodding as she pays for the contacts and a supply before they walk out of the eye place.
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Over the next week, Santana crammed in more study sessions with Quinn and she got Quinn to paddle in the water to the point where she didn't even need Santana to be there to save her, so Santana would lounge around with her feet in the water, just in case she needed to be rescued.
The day finally came when she would take her two exams—this was life or death in her mind. She wanted to stay at Yale. She liked the school and the squad members, but even more so, she wanted to stay because she's grown to like being around Quinn. The girl was adorable in her own right and even now they hang out publicly and she grabs the attention of guys and girls, but pays no attention to them—only her. It sort of makes her wonder if she just is sexually confused or—that the feelings are mutual. Quinn just says that it'd be rude to pay attention to them when she's there with her.
Santana spends four hours total for the two exams and she feels her brain has been fried as she makes her way up to her dorm. She plops down on her bed with a huff, just as she closes her eyes there is a knock on the door. She grumbles throwing her pillow over her head, cursing into it, before pulling it off.
"It's open," the door opens and in walks Quinn in her new clothes and Santana racks her eyes over her, never getting tired of seeing her. Quinn smiles and lays down next to her—it seemed to be something they've grown accustomed to doing since they've grown closer.
"How was your exams?" She asks, fiddling with Santana's fingers and Santana continues to stare up at the ceiling.
"My brain hurts," she mumbles and Quinn can't help but giggle, letting a snort out again. Santana closes her eyes softly chuckling at that—the old Quinn still lies within.
"I'm sure you did awesome," she encourages as a ding can be heard. Santana pushes herself up on her elbows and looks over at her laptop. She slides off the bed and sits down, popping her emails opened. It was from her professors and she looks over at Quinn, who watches her with a hopeful smile.
Santana tenses and gulps, clicking the email and reads over it before her eyes fall on the exam grades:
Sociology: A
Calculus: B-
Her eyes widen and she jumps up screaming, scaring Quinn half to death. She turns to the blonde, who watches her eyes wide, before jumping on top of her and pulling her into a bone crushing hug.
"I passed! I passed! I should kiss you right now!" She screamed as Quinn laughs slightly at Santana's choice of words.
You should, but you won't.
"Oh my God! We need to celebrate! Yes there is a party tonight, we need to go," she tells her, hopping off the bed and fiddling through her clothes to find something hot to wear. Quinn just gulps at the idea of a party—she's never been to one.
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The party is in full swing and Quinn honestly could say she recognized a good amount of the people there, but they sure as hell didn't recognize her. She walked in with Santana, while the other girl flashed her giant smile and hugging some people.
She brought them into the kitchen and poured a beer for the two of them. Quinn, not wanting to look out of the mix, took it and drank it—it tasted like complete shit, but she still drank it. She took in her surroundings and people were filling up the house, grinding on each other and all the while, Santana never left her side—she was thankful for that.
Pushing through the crowd, a girl walks over to them like a goddess would and she stands next to Quinn, leaning next to her with a seductive smirk. Quinn's eyes widen at the advancement before the girl could even say anything.
"Hey, you're Quinn right?" She asks and Quinn nods frantically—she was the first person to notice. "You look—different, totally in a good way," she whispers into her ear, causing a tickle to run up her spine, forcing a giggle out of her.
The girl chuckles and grabs her hand, guiding her off the wall. "I'm Maya from your anatomy class and I was sort of wondering if you could help me out," she states more than asks. Quinn knew she noticed her from somewhere and it only made sense she was from her class.
Quinn gulps and nods, not able to find her words as Maya guides her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Unknown to either one of them that a certain Latina watched the entire exchange.
…
A few minutes pass and Santana's eyes never move from the stairs Quinn ascended up. She feels the pit of her stomach twisting as she fiddles with the rim of her cup. She's trying her best to keep her breathing under control.
She doesn't even know why Quinn going upstairs with a girl is bothering her so much. It's not like she's hers and they're dating or anything, but she just feels the jealousy pulling on her and when she feels her heart beating at an unimaginable rate, she sees a flash of blonde running down the stairs through the throng of people.
She tosses her cup in the trash and runs after her and pushes through the people forcefully. She runs out of the house and sees her running down the streets.
"Q! Quinn stop! Stop!" She runs up to her, grabbing her arm. Quinn turns around and tears are building up in her eyes. "Oh my God! Did she do something to you? I swear to fucking God I'll kill that bitch!" She yells furiously, getting ready to walk back inside to beat the shit out of Maya.
Quinn pulls her back and stops her. "No, no she didn't—she you know kissed me and I told her to stop when I felt her hands under my shirt and she didn't let up right away, but when I told her again she did and I ran out," she explained and Santana breaths out a sigh, the jealousy still pooling within.
"But I realized this isn't me Santana. The new clothes, the contacts—I liked being invisible. I want someone to love me for me—for who I was, not who you made me into," she tells her and Santana winces at some of her words.
"I'm thankful to have had the time I've spent with you. The fact that I've taught you things and you've taught me things, but if being my friend means you have to change me, then I'd rather not be the burden," she finishes with tears streaming down her cheeks, before turning on her heel and walking off as Santana watches her, not realizing some tears were starting a trail down her own cheeks.
…
It's been a week since Santana and Quinn spoke and maybe it's a good thing, at least Santana used to think that way. She finds herself not going out to parties much anymore, she finds herself up at night studying for her classes, she finds herself not paying attention to the advancement of other girls. Her whole outlook on everything has changed and she no longer feels the same without her.
She finally decides to make the conscious decision to make things right with the girl, so here she is walking up the steps of the library.
She walks through the halls and finds her sitting at the table in her old clothes. She smiles at the attire—why she wanted to change her was baffling now. She takes long strides towards her and notices she is still wearing the contacts.
She takes a seat in front of her, causing Quinn to glance up and lower her eyes back to her books.
"You kept your contacts," she simply states and Quinn shrugs, not making eye contact with her.
"I was tired of pushing my glasses up," she told her quietly and Santana leans back in her chair, with narrowed eyes.
"I like your glasses," she tells her, forcing Quinn to look up at her with wide eyes. "I like your clothes. I like the snort in your giggle. I like the way your tongue sticks out the side of your lips when you concentrate. I like the fact that even though you hated what I was doing, that you kept an open mind to make me happy. I like your body from head to toe when you are in a bikini. I like the way you know things that I don't. You told me that you wanted someone to love you for who you used to be, but I only just realized that I've loved every little thing about you since that day I saw you at the pool,"
Quinn feels her heart fluttering at the words that Santana has just said and finds herself blushing at the admittance.
"I got so jealous when you went upstairs with that girl at the party—I only realized that I wished it was me, able to kiss you," she tells her softly and Quinn looks down, hiding her crimson red cheeks from the other girl. Santana puts her finger under her chin to guide her to look up in her eyes. "And I like the way you blush at mostly everything I say or when I look at you a certain way," she adds, before leaning over the table and pressing her lips to Quinn's. Quinn's caught off guard, but quickly recovers and kisses her back, running her fingertips down Santana's neck, under her pulled back hair, to behind her ears. Santana finds the soft caresses and the lack of eagerness so much more fulfilling as she continues to run her lips over Quinn's.
They pull away, resting their foreheads together, nudging the other's nose with their own. Quinn giggles and Santana busts out in her own fits of giggles before she cups her cheek and gently strokes it before leaning in for another kiss.
Day 4 tomorrow guys. You know the routine, it'll be posted before I head off to work on here and on Tumblr. Till then ladies and gents.