PennyLane93: WHY CAN'T YOU JUST BE HAPPY FOR SANTANA? Haha. Kidding. I promise you'll find out when Santana does.

Again, I'm sorry for the relatively short updates. I'm really busy right now, but hopefully I won't be anymore when the second week of May comes. I have to give up sleep to update, but your reviews and favourites make it all worth it. :) Thanks, guys.

Okaaaay. Right, the story.

We stay in our room until the afternoon just because Quinn doesn't want to see the other people in the house—especially Mike. I'm reading a novel I found in Q's enormous book collection; she's writing, yet again, on the blue book.

Quinn startles me by gasping really loud. "Oh, God. I almost forgot!" She runs into the closet and comes back out a minute later, holding a rectangular package. She hands it to me, then reaches for her blue book to resume writing.

"Uh… What is this, Q?"

"Well, I don't know, San. It's covered in gift wrapper and has your name written across it. Maybe it's a zebra!"

"Haha. So funny, Q," I answer with the same amount of sarcasm. "I just thought I've had enough presents."

The perks of having rich friends.

"What? And you haven't even received Mike and Sam's presents yet!"

"Sam got me a present?"

"Of course, S. You've had those roller coaster bonding moments, have you forgotten? Besides, you're kind of a part of the family now. Speaking of families, has your family greeted you?"

"'Course they did. They called 'bout three in the morning. I'm glad I didn't wake you up."

"Good." Quinn's eyes leave the book for a moment to look at me. "Open it, San."

A book. It's entitled 'Empress of The World'. "Thanks. I knew I'd get one from you."

I flip the book to read its plot. "Whoa, seriously, Q? A gay novel?" I chuckle.

"Hey. Don't judge a book by its cover! Besides, I promise you you'll love it."

"And… what if I don't?"

"I'll let you… I don't know. Slap me? Nah, won't happen anyway. Just read it, S."

"Fine."

"So, is this the most boring birthday you've ever had?"

Are you kidding me? I'm having the time of my life here!

"Nope. In fact, my past birthdays were a lot more boring than this."

"Do you want to go out? I really want to leave the house, too, you know."

"To the carnival?" I smirked.

"To the carnival."

I let Quinn head to the Flying Horses while I fall in line to buy from a cotton candy stand. While I'm paying for the candy, though, I see Quinn running back, looking like she's about to cry.

"Hey, what's wrong? I thought you said—"

"Never mind what I said, S. Let's go home."

"But you—"

"Please, S. Get me out of here," she pleads.

"Okay, okay."

"So, would you like to tell me what happened? It's fine it you don't want to talk about it, but I'm here."

"Finn…" She starts. "He was with this tall girl."

"Don't tell me you got jealous because they were laughing together. They could be just friends, you know."

"No, they weren't! The girl had her hand wrapped around his…" Quinn stops. "I really can't talk about him like this."

"His..?"

"His… umm… package."

"His wha—oh!" I can't help but snort. "Seriously, Q? Among all words, you chose package?"

I stop laughing when her frown deepens.

"I'm kidding, Q. Come on, there's billions of fish in the sea. I'd let you have Puck if you want."

"Nah, I'm good." Quinn sighs. "I spoke too soon. Now, I hate everyone."

"…Except me, right?"

"Duh, San."

Ha! Take that, Finn.

She yawns, rolls out of the bed, and starts walking to the closet. "I'm really tired, S. I'll just get dressed, and I'm off to Dreamland."

To my Dreamland.

When I wake up the next morning, I feel arms wrapped around me. I try to get out of bed without waking Q up, but she stirs anyway. She tightens her embrace and buries her face in my neck. "Five more minutes, San."

Take your time.

I stare at the ceiling, and let memories from yesterday take over my thoughts. Once again, I find myself asking the question I've been thinking about for the last 24 hours.

Why the hell is she doing this?

This being sweet. Intimate. Touchy-feely.

Maybe she feels alone, especially after what happened with her dad and Finn. That wouldn't explain the early morning kisses, though.

Maybe she's just like this to everyone else, and she had to wait for my birthday to use it as an excuse if I wouldn't like it.

Or maybe she's just doing this just because she wants to.

Meh, I'll just have to ask her later.

Don't worry, I won't be going to make their love story that shallow. And cliché. There's just too many love stories that start from sexual tension, then comes the first kiss, and then the ending- a beautiful relationship. I promise I'm far from the real love part. :)

Oh, and I'm also working on another Quinntana fanfic. I'll post it later. ;)