Episode Twelve
Quinn P.O.V
I looked up at the house, feeling a sudden of nervousness washing over me. I stayed in the car in hopes to calm them down a bit but it didn't work. Just the thought of staying the night with Santana is overwhelming. We always spent the night at each other's houses but now it was completely different. After everything that happens between us, it was rare that we even talked in school. Everybody at school was practically looking at us like if it was the strangest thing in the world when we talked in the halls and sat next to each other in class today. Everybody in glee club thought we were up to something and it took all my strength to not yell at them to fuck off.
I felt my phone buzz and I smiled when I saw Santana's name pop up.
Are you going to stay in the car or come in? - S
I looked over at the house, wondering how she knew I was out here but didn't see any sign of her. I let out a sigh and grabbed my back pack where my clothes were in. I open the door and got out the car. I walked to the white big door and was about to knock on the door but stopped when the door swung open, revealing Jasmine. She was an exact copy of a younger Santana, expect Santana had dimples and she didn't and they had completely different personalities. Jasmine was more of a quiet, shy, sweet, caring and soft person. Santana was a different ball game when it came to personalities and everybody knew that. "Ugh thank god your here." Jasmine whispered to me so I can only hear. "Why?" I asked.
"She's killing us." Jasmine whispered yelled at me and I couldn't help but chuckle. Santana was NEVER good at babysitting. Jasmine move to the side, opening to door wider for me to enter. I entered and walked to the living were I heard the sound of the TV. I smiled when I saw Santana watching cartoons, Eric sitting on her lap, playing with her car keys. My smile turned into a smirk when I noticed how more entertained Santana was with the cartoons playing on the screen rather than Eric. "Seems like someone really loves SpongeBob." I said, my smirk turning bigger when she jumped and looked at me.
"What? There for Eric." I let out a laugh as well as Jasmine as we dropped ourselves on the couch. "Yeah, whatever, even when he's not here your always watching SpongeBob." Jasmine said. "You know what bite me, I'm not the only eighteen year old that watches it, so I rest my case." She defended, looking back at the TV. I reached over and grabbed Eric from her, standing him up on my thighs as he jumped up and down. He looked a lot more like Santana, the same dimples, the same tan skin, the same eyes and almost the same laugh but Eric's was more smaller, more baby like of course and whenever he laughed you couldn't help but smile. Santana's laugh was more contagious and cute. "Hey baby, are they driving you crazy?" I asked with my baby voice. "He's driving me crazy; you should be saying that to me." Santana said, looking at Eric and me. I rolled my eyes playfully at her and looked back at Eric. I watched as he stopped jumping up and down. I sat him down on my lap and he rested his head on my chest as he let out a yawn. "I should put him to bed; it's his bed time anyways." I looked at the time when Jasmine said that and found out it was 7 at night already. How long have I been outside? I didn't even notice it was kind of dark outside.
I watched as Jasmine picked Eric in her arms and disappeared upstairs, leaving me and Santana in the living room alone. "So, anybody special?" I heard Santana asked as she skipped through channels. "No..." I didn't bother asking her the same because I already knew she wasn't seeing anybody. Well that I know of. "What about Sam?" She asked, looking at me. "What about him?" I mocked her works. I was a bit confuse as to why she was all of the sudden interested in my love life. "Nothing..."
"Why?" I asked, curious. She shrugged her shoulders. "What did you ever see in him? He's not a very good kisser." I couldn't help but chuckle and it was my turn to shrug my shoulders. "Too me he was." I admitted. I wasn't going to lie. "Then you my friend never had a good kiss before." I raised my eyebrow at her. "And you have?"
"Yup, plus I been told I was a pretty good kisser, well to say it in their exact words a fucking good kisser." Santana said, dramatically. "I doubt it." I replied as we both laugh and she quickly turned serious. "I'm not joking." She said.
"Really?"
"Yup."
"Kiss me then."