A little while later, Quinn and Santana make their way back to the house. The Latina pulls out of Kurt's driveway and started heading down the road.

"I can't believe that Kurt and Finn live together." Quinn expressed, "It's very weird."

"Agreed." Santana laughed, "I think Puck likes man-hands again."

"Really?" Quinn raised her eyebrow.

"Yeah, he was like pouting every-time she touched Finn."

"Awkward. At least he's not going after me anymore." The blonde shrugged, "Maybe it was just because he was drinking, he gets possessive when he drinks." Santana shrugged, "You never really drink at these things. Why is that?"

"No reason really." Santana lied, but when she felt Quinn staring at her she gave in. "Alcoholism runs in my family." She said simply, "Plus, I have a tendency to do stupid things when I drink."

Quinn had to bite her tongue not to blurt out 'like Brittany', instead she just nodded. Santana pulled into the house and they both walked in. On the couch, Santana's mom was laying down with the television on. The young Latina sighed, as she waked over to her mom. She picked up the empty bottle of wine and the glass and put them on the table. She grabbed the blanket and covered her mother with it after she turned off the television, Quinn followed the girl into the kitchen where Santana started cleaning up.

"Let me help." Quinn asked, as she started loading the dishwasher.

"No, it's okay. I'll finish this." Santana replied, Quinn nodded and headed up to the bedroom. She changed out of her dress and pulled on a pair of sleep pants and a tank top, a few minutes later Santana came in and shut the door behind her. Her eyes flickered over to the blonde who was lying on her stomach reading. She grabbed a pair of boxer shorts and a tank top and went into the bathroom to change, when she came out she went over and sat on Quinn's bed.

"So." She started.

"So." Quinn replied, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. "About what Kurt said."

"Yeah. I don't think you're just messing with me."

"Good, because I'm not. I don't know when things changed, but they did. One day I just started noticing that I was jealous that Brittany got to be with you all the time."

"You didn't have to shut me out when you found out you were pregnant." Santana replied. When Quinn found out she more or less just shut down, she didn't talk to anyone but Puck and Finn after she got kicked off the cheerios.

"I thought you still wanted Puck and you'd be mad at me. Then I mostly thought you didn't need me as a friend anymore." The blonde said timidly, her hand automatically moving to rest on her non-existent stomach.

"I've always needed you as a friend. I mean seriously, no two people can reek more havoc than you and I back in the day." Santana smiled, "Brittany... Brittany was always just there. She's simple and doesn't question anything."

"I get that. That's how it was with Finn." Quinn admitted, "I like you Santana, I have for a while now. I don't know how else to put it."

Santana sat silent for a moment, looking down at her hands. She liked Quinn, but she had convinced herself that nothing would ever come of it. She looked up and momentarily got lost in deeply compassionate hazel eyes.

"I...I" She stammered, "I can't like you, Quinn." the Latina choked out.

"Why not?"

"Because." She took a breath of air and wiped away the tears that were forming in the corners of her eyes. "My family will kill me. I can't be... I can't even say it out loud." She half sobbed, half laughed, Quinn reached over and grasped her hand.

"It's okay to be scared." Quinn whispered, moving closer to the girl. "It's okay." Santana nodded and leaned into Quinn, allowing her to wrap her arms around the girls body. Quinn kissed the top of Santana's head as she manoeuvred them into a lying position, she cuddled the smaller girl into her body as she gently ran her nails up and down her back.

Santana sleepily blinked her eyes as they adjusted the the dark of the room, the light of her Idock blinking 2:07-am. She groaned and leaned back into Quinn whose arm immediately encircled her waist. Santana reached up and entangled their fingers,

"It's a good fit." Quinn mumbled, squeezing the other girls hand. Santana smiled and squeezed back.

"Yeah." She said looking down at the contrast of their fingers. "It is."