Thanks, guys. Love you all, Quinntana readers. :*

Oh, and don't worry about Finn… Or maybe you should. :)) But if it would make you feel better, I don't like him either, soooo…

Oh, yeah. The story. :)) Enjoooy.

P.S.: Pardon the typos and other mistakes. I was listening to "Hot Troubles" while I was writing this. Bad idea. No, worst idea ever. -.-

I wake up feeling someone placing kisses all over my right cheek.

"San… Wake up."

… Q?

Then, the kisses move to my jawline.

"S… Come on. Open your eyes."

Really now? Another fucking dream?

The kisses don't stop. I never open my eyes, either.

The alarm clock's going to ring any minute now.

"Santanaaaa. Come on. You're no fun."

Any second now.

I feel someone—her—start nibbling my left ear.

I can feel my face burning.

Come on, stupid alarm clock. Do your freakin' job.

Finally, the kisses stop.

Great. I knew it. Just another bad dream.

Well, it's not that bad, but…

I feel her sit on my stomach.

"LOPEZ," Quinn finally shouts.

I open my eyes and see Quinn glaring at me with her arms folded.

I raise my eyebrow. "What?"

"I was waking you up."

You don't say, Q?

"Yeah, I figured that one out. I heard you shout."

"And I was kissing you… but then I stopped when I noticed your face was kinda—no, not kinda—like, burning really hot."

Please tell me this is all just a nightmare.

"Never mind that, though." Quinn cuts my thoughts. "Happy birthday, S!" She drops her body and hugs me tight.

"Umm… Q?"

"Yes?"

You're on top of me, genius.

"Uh… Thank you."

Quinn leans back a little and looks me in the eye… and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

What. The. Hell.

She giggles and says, "Come on. Breakfast's ready."

She bounces out the room, disappearing seconds later.

I stare at the ceiling for a few more minutes, still waiting for the useless alarm clock to ring. I pinch myself, give up, and head to the dining room.

We're having pancakes for breakfast—my favourite.

"So, having a good time, kiddo?" Mike asks me.

"Yes. I'm having a pretty good time, thank you."

Quinn kicks me under the table and gives me a wink.

Seriously, what the hell is happening?

Then, three persons emerged from the dining room door. One's a blonde woman who must have the same age with Mike. One is a brown-haired, bored-looking guy who looks a bit older than me. The other's a guy about the same age as the first one, but he has curlier hair, is a bit shorter, and looks friendlier.

The woman approaches Mike and kisses his cheek.

"Oh, guys. I forgot to introduce you to our visitors. You were all fast asleep when we got here. So, this is Heather," he motions for the woman to sit beside him. The tall guy sits beside her while the curly one sits beside the tall one. "This tall guy's Sebastian, her son, and this one's his friend, Blaine. As I've already told you, they'll be staying with us this summer."

Quinn is the first to break the uncomfortable silence that follows. "Are you together?"

Mike turns his head towards Heather, and Heather nods her head.

"It has been seven months."

"Whatever happened to Holly?" I met Holly a week ago. She's pretty and very kind. I can see Quinn really likes her. She works at the beach. I thought Mike and she were dating, judging from their closeness.

"Quinn…" Mike starts.

But Quinn drops her fork, rises from her seat and cuts him off. "I'm finished." She storms out of the room, leaving Mike with a sad expression and the rest of us with faces covered with shock.

I follow her minutes later and find her sitting in bed, writing on the blue book again. Seeing her frowning almost kills me.

"Hey, having trouble enumerating my good traits?" I try to make her mood better.

"I really like writing… It… let's me escape from times like these."

I sit beside her and sigh. "Mike looks happy, though."

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. I guess that wasn't the right thing to say.

"I hate this place. I hate everyone."

"Oh…"

She smiles a little as she turns to me. "Come on, S. You know I didn't mean you. You're the only one I don't hate here. You're the only one who makes this summer bearable for me."

"Aww, Q." I smile back and place my hand over hers. She grips it, holds it tight, and sighs.

"I love you, S."

"Love you too, Q." More than you think.

Before I know it, her lips land on mine.

She leans back, tilts her head, and smiles. Her smile's really wide now. She stares at me for a while as I stay paralyzed, still processing everything that's happened.

"Want to see your gifts?"

"Huh? Oh… Q, you didn't have to-"

"Oh, shut up, San." She grabs my hand and leads me to her walk-in closet. She opens one cabinet door and pulls out a hefty, fluffy, stuffed panda and a relatively small box. "I won this from the carnival last week," she says, holding up the stuffed toy.

"What? But I never saw this! We're always together when we go to the carnival!"

"Except that time you chose Sam over me," she tells me then sticks out her tongue. "Remember when you abandoned me at the Flying Horses to ride the roller coaster with him?"

"But I thought you wouldn't notice since you'd be too busy impressing Finn! Besides, you said you won't ever even step on a ride like that."

"But still…" She hands me the panda. "Anyway, I had this one made at the mall." She hands me the box.

"Made?" I open the box and pull out a necklace. The pendant's a silver heart divided in two by a thin, zigzag line. On the upper left side, there's a letter Q, and on the lower right side, there's a letter S.

"Yep. Made. A necklace with an 'S' hanging from it would be too cliché, right?" Then there's that wink again.

"This is too much, Q. Really. Thank you."

"Really now, S? This is the least I could do to thank you for coming here with me."

"But—"

"No but's, S. You're my best friend. It's nothing, okay?"

To anyone who might be listening, if this is really just a dream, please don't wake me up.

Ever.

Don't worry. I'm not moving fast, I promise. But if you have suggestions, just shoot. :)