I walk down the halls of McKinley with a big smile plastered on my face. I swim through the incredibly huge sea of faces in search for one particular, not to mention attractive, face.

It shouldn't be hard to find her. Just look for a large group of horny-looking guys, and she'll surely be in the middle of that crowd.

Finally, I see Quinn surrounded by a couple of football players. Well, not really just a couple.

Her face lights up when she sees me. "San!" She yells before running to me and wrapping her arms around my neck.

Oh, that scent.

I wrap my arms around her waist, hugging her tight. "I missed you, San," she mumbles against my neck.

"I missed you, too," I whisper back.

We're hugging there for what seemed like ages, not even caring about the questioning glares from the football players and the stares from the other passers-by, when a flash breaks our embrace.

"Good morning, ladies," a guy with an afro and weird face says to us with a pervy grin. People call him Jewfro. He writes in the school's leading—and only—gossip blog. "Nice to start the schoolyear wrapped in each other's arms, right?"

"Fuck off, Jewfro." I love hearing Quinn curse. She glares at him and grabs my hand, leading me away from the crowdy hallway.

"So, what's your first class?"

"Biology with Mr. Bolton," I answer with a groan.

"Great! That's my first class, too. Homeroom?"

"Ms. Phillips."

"God, I love this year."

So do I.

Spending my time in school with Quinn turns out to be better than expected. Laughter and gossip during breaks, note-passing every few seconds in our mutual classes, linked hands while walking down hallways—everything just feels so… right.

My phone vibrates and I see that Quinn texted me.

Open Jewfro's blog. NOW.

Uhh.. Okay, Q.

I get up from bed and tap Mercedes on the shoulder. "Can I use it for a second?"

"For a second? Okay," Mercedes sticks out her tongue before getting up from the computer chair.

When I open Jewfro's blog, I'm welcomed with large pictures of Quinn and I. We're hugging in one and the other shows our backs and our hands linked. Above the photos are these words in big, bold font: "Fabgay and Lezpez?"

The blog post following it was really short. In fact, it only contained two sentences. "Laughing together during breaks, passing notes every few seconds in their mutual classes, and walking down hallways with hands clasped together? Nah, they're surely just friends!"

I can't help but let my eyes widen and my jaw drop.

"Whoa," Mercedes breathes out, looking at the screen over my shoulder. "She's gay? For you?" She laughs and I glare at her.

"That's why they call it gossip," I tell her.

"Well, duh, S," she continues laughing. "But seriously, I thought Jewfro could do a lot better than that. I mean, come on. It's plain stupid."

I stand up from the computer chair and smack her right arm before plopping down to bed.

Yeah. It's stupid.

I hear my phone vibrate again.

You finished?

Shit. I forgot about Quinn.

What will she say? Why did she want me to see it? Is she going to ask me to stay away from her? Is she going to tell me our friendship won't work because it's ruining her reputation? Is she upset because of the gossip?

Umm… Yeah.

Yes, that's the safest answer I could think of.

Quinn replies immediately.

IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY? I almost died when I saw that post!

Yep, definitely upset.

I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to! I don't really know what to say…

I chew my thumb in nervousness, bracing myself for whatever Quinn's going to reply—that's if she's even going to reply to my text.

And she didn't. Instead, my phone rings.

"Uhh…. Look, Q, I—"

"I MUST SAY, SANTANA, I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO DISAPPOINTED WITH YOU!"

"I'm really sorry, Q. I really didn't mean to—"

"I'M NOT YET FINISHED, S. I'VE MADE IT MY SCREENSAVER AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT?"

"I just didn't know wha—. Wait, WHAT?" Did I hear right?

"The pictures, S, the pictures! I made the one where we're holding hands my screensaver! I almost died when I saw it because it was so damn cute!"

"Oh. OH!" Whew. "I-I just thought you were upset about his blog post, so I kind of panicked and—"

"What? Oh, come on, San. Of course I'm not! Wait… Are you?"

"Of course not! I-I mean it's okay! I mean, that's gossip, right?" I'm really glad she can't see me blush.

"So, we're cool?"

"Duh, Q," I say, imitating her tone.

"Hey! Why'd you steal my line?" I can imagine her pouting.

"I just… I really miss you, Q."

"Aww. I miss you too, S. So damn much. I really wish you were here. I'm in desperate need of your cuddles."

"Yeah. Same here."

"I love you, S. Don't forget that."

Don't lose it, San.

"Getting dramatic, aren't we, Q?" I smirk.

"Come on, S. This is serious." I hear her sigh. "You do know that you're always welcome to spend the night with me here, right?"

"Thanks, Q, but I really doubt if my parents would allow me, too. Besides, you had me all to yourself the whole summer!"

"But one summer isn't enough, S! I want you all to myself forever."

What?

Did I hear that right?

Breathe, Santana, breathe.

Wait, how am I supposed to breathe again?

"Heyyyyy. You still there, S?"

"Huh? Oh. Yeah."

"Umm… So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Of course."

"Great. So… Good night, San. Sweet dreams."

"Yeah. You, too, Q."

"Bye, S. I love you."

"I—I love you, too, Q."

We finally hang up and I let out a loud sigh of relief. Mercedes clears her throat.

"So… Gossip, huh?" She smirks.

All I can do is glare and throw a pillow at her.

Forever, huh?

I'm really sorry for the delayed update, guys. I was working on my other fics… and my reports. -.-

Oh, well. Haha. Love you, guys.