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We're having dinner when Noah makes me choke because of his question. "Are you still going to spend this summer with Quinn?"

I clear my throat as Kevin pats my back. "I… Actually, we're not talking anymore. It's almost nine months since we last talked to each other."

His next statement is even worse than his last question. "Is it because of Jewfro's blog post?"

Mercedes answers him. "Duh, Noah. Who would want to be paired off with Santana?"

Before I could answer Mercedes back or punch her in the face, Noah shrugs and tells me, "Do you think there's any chance she would bring me with her instead?" He throws in his suggestive grin.

I roll my eyes. "Oh, I'm sure of that, Noah. Besides, you two are very close friends and all."

Noah's mouth opens, but Mom suddenly speaks up. "That's pretty sad, Santana. It would have been better if you would go. Not that I want you to leave, because this house can be such a disaster whenever you're gone, but I would've let you leave with Quinn if you'd ask me for permission."

What?

"Huh?"

My mom sighs. "You seemed pretty happy the last time you were there. Your dad's right. You're only fifteen and you'll only enjoy being young once."

I swallow hard.

I wish I were going, too.

"San…"

I felt suffocated when I heard a familiar voice saying my name. Well, it's not really that familiar right now; we haven't been talking for months, anyway. I can't help but be amazed with how we had successfully avoided each other after that Jewfro incident. We've never spoken to each other, acknowledged each other's presence, nor even looked in each other's way ever since Little Miss Perfect decided our friendship wasn't good for her flawless image. That is, until now.

Our last class just ended and now we're all alone in the classroom. I quickly fix my bag and stand up.

I really need to get out of here. Now.

Quinn blocks my way by standing in front of me, though.

I sigh in defeat. "What do you want, Fabray?"

"Look… I… I'm really sorry."

I hate it when she frowns.

I know I must not give in, though. Not after all that shit she's made me go through.

I scoff. "For what? I don't think you've ever done anything wrong to me."

"I meant it, S. I'm sorry. For everything."

"What? For hurting me? For leaving me when I've done nothing wrong? For ignoring me for the last nine fucking months? Yeah, sure, Q. No problem. You're forgiven."

"I didn't mean to, okay? I was just scared. I really regret everything I've done. I swear I've spent every single day trying to find a way to fix this, but I never had enough courage to apologize. I thought I didn't deserve to be forgiven, anyway, but now, I really can't take it anymore. I have to try because I'm going to explode if I spend another second away from you."

I gulp when Quinn's tears start to fall. I bite my lip and reply with a stern voice, "You shouldn't be here. You'll be late for your cheerleading practice."

"I don't care about that stupid cheerleading, S. I've learned my lesson, okay? I just want you back."

Stop fucking pretending like you can resist, Santana. She's already made your knees weaken.

I relax my fingers and wrapped her in my arms. "This better not be a fucking joke, Q."

Quinn tightens her grip around my waist and shakes her head. "I love you."

I fucking love you, too. So fucking much.

Once again, I find myself sitting in a plane seat next to Quinn, but that was the only thing that never changed.

I didn't grip the arms of my seat and mutter a prayer when the plane started moving.

Quinn didn't grab my hand and give me a reassuring smile to take away my fears.

Quinn didn't even look my way, and I never saw the same twinkle in her eyes nor her contagious wide smile.

Instead, all I saw when I looked her way was a deep frown, downcast eyes, and a worried look, and all we got were awkward silences and not-so-subtle hesitations.

A few weeks later…

I grab the railing around the Flying Horses, trying to make my dizziness go away, when someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around, and I meet Puck's almost emotionless face. He extends his arms towards me, handing me a giant teddy bear. I give him a questioning look.

"I won this at the ring game."

"And you're giving it to me?"

"Nah, I'm just showing it to you," he retorts. That's when I see him smile for the first time. Then he sticks out his tongue.

I tilt my head and smile. "Why me?"

He shrugs. "Don't you want it?"

I reach for the toy. "Thank you." I didn't even try to hide my blush.

I still can't believe he's still smiling as he waves goodbye and starts walking away.

I didn't realize I was still watching him walk away until I hear Quinn's voice.

"What are you blushing about?" Quinn motions for me to start walking the other way with her.

"Huh? Oh. Nothing." She eyes the bear in my hands. "Uhh… It's from Puck. Guess what. He even smiled at me! Who knew that emotionless guy could be so sweet?"

Quinn looks away and mutters, "My stuffed panda's a lot bigger than that."

I raise my eyebrow and smirk. "Wow. Very competent, aren't we, Q?"

She just huffs and shrugs. "You never told me I was sweet."

"Well, he never did me wrong."

"Not yet," Quinn sighs. "Can you stop being cold to me now? I really miss holding your hands."

For the nth time, I really hate it when she pouts.

I interlace my fingers with hers. "I'm sorry, Q."

"For what?"

For loving you. Duh, Q.

"For… everything. I don't know."

Quinn tightens her grip on my hand and smiles at me. "I love you."

For the nth time, please stop killing me with the L-word.

"So… Beach tomorrow?"

"Uhh… Yeah, Q. Puck invited me to the beach last night, so I guess it'll be more fun if all the three of us would go, right? You could even invite Finn!"

Quinn looks at me with a look of disbelief. "You have plans with Puck? Again?"

"What? I never stopped you from flirting with Finn," I snap. That softens her face into one with a hurt look.

None of us spoke all the way home until we got to our room.

"I didn't mean it, you know," Quinn says suddenly.

"You didn't mean what?"

"What I've said about ruining our friendship."

Nope, I still don't get it.

"I wasn't scared." Quinn continues when she sees the confused look on my face, "I was confused."

She shoots me a sad look before locking herself in the bathroom.

For the nth time, what the fuck?