"Are you fucking serious, Santana? We're not going to audition for strippers. I know you want to know what Rachel and I planned for you and Britt, but this", Quinn waved her hand, pointing at Santana's so called outfit that didn't leave much to imagination, "is not going to work."

"But Brittany would like it", Santana whined as she threw her tight leather shorts towards my head, which I ducked sucessfully, grinning at her.

"I'm sure she would absolutely enjoy it, but please, be decent. At least try", Quinn persuaded.

"Hey, I didn't know you thought I am really that horny!" I objected, hoping that Santana wouldn't make any snarky comments.

"Well, Brittany, you sure haven't been praying to God every time Quinn walked in on us. At least not to God, but for me to -" I slapped Santana on the arm before she could embarrass me.

"If you keep saying things like that, you'll be praying the whole night for some." Threats could always find their way to her, even though she knew I was too weak to resist her.

A slam of the door fills the room, leaving the two of us alone.

"Where the fuck did Quinn go? I bet this got her frustrated so she went out to call Berry to calm her tits", Santana said proudly. Quinn bursted into the room, throwing a pillow into Santana, hitting her with so much force that she fell off the bed.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" The next moment Santana was on her feet, chasing Quinn who was already running down the stairs.

"Damn it, if Berry doesn't want to pop that cherry tonight..." Santana's comment iniciated one of the Quinn's most effective weapons - her death glare that had the ability to freeze every living thing on this planet, if not even further. Her eyes were magic.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, you just look rather beautiful, Quinn." Her long, golden hair was up in a bun, revealing her silver music note earrings. Striped black and white top highlighted her abs, while her black high waisted shorts showed her long legs. She chose black Converse shoes, saying that all of us should dress casually.

"Thank you, Santana, I really appreciate it, although I kind of expected that you'd say something about trying to get in my pants if there weren't another hot blonde I'm related to", she confessed.

"I forgave you the first time, but I don't know if I could let that happen again", I teased her, but Quinn's confused look betrayed her. "What are you talking about?"

Before I could say anything, Santana spoke up: "Unfortunately, your twin brother Jesse and I shared a moment awhile ago." When she realized that Quinn still didn't have any idea, she continued: "He kissed me, and Britt wanted to kick my ass just like I wanted to kick his."

"I didn't know, he never said anything." Quinn seemed dissapointed, like she couldn't believe her brother didn't tell her or asked for advice like he usually does.

"That's because I threatened to dress him as a lettuce and feed him to the snails if he ever mentioned that."

My girl was such a badass.

Santana went home so she could dress up after we finished doing make up on Quinn, both of us being way too careful to properly emphasize her hazel eyes.

"I will tell you at least one part of tonight's plan if you promise not to tell Santana and Rachel. I really worked hard for this." I decide to keep my mouth shut, because Quinn's been nothing but kind this past month since I arrived. Plus, I saw how much she liked Rachel so I promised not to tell a thing.

"First, Santana and Rachel are picking us up and then the four of us are going to some kind of pizza making class. When we finish, we go parting ways; Santana and you are going to a baseball game while Rachel and I go to the library. We'll meet again at home for a wrap."

"You know you're going to have to tell me how it went, right?" I nudged her with my shoulder.

"Same for you. But please, don't reveal anything."

I told her not to worry and gave her a reassuring smile.

"What's that?" Santana had buried her nose in the crook of my neck as I took her in my arms, when I opened the door, and found her and Rachel standing at our porch. "Smells like a perfect night", she winked as she pulled back, and I just hit her playfully on the shoulder. When she took a few steps back to greet Quinn, I could look at her more carefully. Her wavy, raven hair was falling on her bare shoulder, her purple one shoulder shirt exposed more skin than I was used to. I couldn't help it, but glance at her butt that looked so good in those tight jeans, hoping she won't catch me.

I joined Rachel by the car, waiting for Santana and Quinn to get her purse. Rachel looked adorable in her grey skirt and white blouse with tiny black dots, I bet Quinn liked it a lot, too. She probably liked Rachel more than she acknowledged. Sometimes I wondered how long they kept all those feelings inside before they let it all go in front of their best friends and just didn't care.

"Let's go!" Santana pecked me on a cheek as Rachel turned on the engine.

"Why does Gayberry know where we're going, but I don't?" Santana asked.

"Stop whining, Santana. She knows only about the first part", Quinn stated proudly.

"Hold up, there is a second part?"

"Just shup and drive."

"What the hell, Q? Pizza a Casa?" Santana sounded very surprised and I could not blame her, because I was too when Quinn first told me about the plan.

"Please, Santana. Leave your bitterness out of this place. We will have great time, I promise. Quinn worked very hard for this", I tried to assure her, and she just nodded in understanding, entering in.

As soon we stepped inside, I was intoxicated by the scent of mozarella and garlic; the vibe was all warm and welcoming. In the middle of the room there was a long table with stations set up for the four of us. Santana and I decided to check out freshly baked pizzas that were on display while Rachel and Quinn talked to the man who was supposed to be our teacher for the night.

"I wanna eat all of those", Santana said as she kept staring at those pizzas that looked like they fell from heaven, with me by her side.

"I know at least one more thing in this room that you'd wanna eat now", I answered huskily. Startled, she turned around to face me, quirking her eyebrow at me.

"Stop thinking about it", I warned her through laughter and took her by the hand to join Rachel and Quinn.

Quinn introduced us to Mark and Jenny who offered us drinks and kept us refilled while we tried to make dough. After they taught us some interesting facts about pizza and how topping and ingridients fit together, they made sure we had enough ingridients to make our own pizzas, turned on the radio and left us, saying that they're going to be back in an hour.

A familiar song started playing on the radio.

"I've been looking all around, searching up and down to find you, baby. It's like your love is underground, and I can't hear the sound of your heart beat", Rachel sang, putting flour on Quinn's cheek. She just giggled and tried to wipe her face off.

"I wanna feel you in my bones, I wanna feel you in my life. It's like a million shooting stars, I come alive. I feel alive tonight", I joined Rachel while I kept poking Santana with a rolling pin.

"You'll be my beautiful addiction, and I will wait for you!" I hopped to the oven to put my pizza in, nudging Santana with my butt to throw her off balance. She just laughed it off and waved her finger as a no.

"Feel you all around, crazy in my heart. Love you like a drug, makes me fall apart", Santana wrapped her arms around my waist and swayed us to the beat of the music. She was so close I could smell her chocolate perfume.

As we turned around, I saw Quinn booping Rachel's nose and smearing tomato sauce all over her apron. Rachel used all her forces to keep Quinn's hands steady, but it was not enough. Quinn just kept giggling at frustrated Rachel.

For some time we just kept dancing and goofing around, waiting for our pizzas to bake. When we heard the bling, we sat by the table and ate the most delicious pizzas in the world till we couldn't breathe no more. We waited for Mark and Jenny so we could help them clean up before we leave.

When we were done, Santana spoke up: "So, this night has started way too good to end. What's next?"

"Now we go separate ways", Quinn said mysteriously, took Rachel by the hand and walked out with Rachel throwing us surprised looks.

"You're all mine now", I teased, and she offered me her widest smile.

"I have never, ever, seen a baseball game before", I confessed to her as I pull out two tickets for Cubs-Yankees game from an envelope Quinn gave me before Rachel and Santana arrived. She told me all about our separate dates, and how she planned everything, I just had to follow the instructions.

Santana stared at me with her mouth open like I fell from Mars.

"What?" Her staring was kind of making me uncomfortable.

"I thought that there wasn't a kind in America who has never seen a baseball game. Well, today is your lucky day, because I am a dedicated Mets fan so I can spend half of the game teaching you." Santana bought popcorn for both of us, and led the way to our seating place.

When we sat down, she tried to explain all the rules before the game started, but I couldn't focus because the whole time I was admiring how hot she looked when she talked about something so passionately. Sometimes I wondered if she ever talked about me like that.

I pecked her on the lips to steal her attention.

"When we appear on the big screen, slap me, slap me hard!" I knew this sounded too weird, but it had to be done. And Santana's "whatthefuckiswrongwithyou" look was not helping.

"Please, just trust me on this one. I swear you'll kiss it better later." That was the most effective way. When she agreed to do it, I explained the next steps.

"You're crazy", she broke into a fit of giggles when I finished.

In the next half an hour we cheered. Well, I cheered, Santana just sweared a lot. I was actually thinking about other situations where she could use those.

As soon as she saw us on the big screen, with no hesitation she slapped me so hard that I dropped our popcorn. Even if I wanted to sit down and rub my face till it went numb, I had to play my part. She just stormed out of the ballpark, catching a glimpse of me taking out my phone and pretending that I was dialing 911.

A few minutes later I came running towards her.

"Did they buy it?" She asked impatiently.

"I think they did. I experienced the worst walk of shame ever, but it was totally worth it. I know you wanted to slap me ever since Sam kissed me, and now you had an excuse", I said proudly.

"Not going to lie, that's absolutely true though. Did I hurt you?" She worried.

"Does my response affect your actions?"

As soon as those words left my lips, she made a few quick steps, cupped my face with both of her hands,and kissed me as tender as never before, like she hoped her touch could heal all the pain I felt. The feeling of our lips gently moving against each other sent shivers down my spine. She snuggled closer, leaning into my touch, my arms settled around her waist, pressing her firmly into me. All of my insides burned like fire every time her tongue met mine.

"Feeling better?" She was the first to pull back slowly from our kiss, still not leaving my embrace. Her soft, dark orbs travelled from my eyes, to my nose and down to my lips, waiting for an answer.

"Not quite yet." With her lips back on mine, I was invincible again.

Rachel's POV

The library, of course. Quinn's hiding place. I never doubted that this could fulfill all of my expectations.

Quinn lead us to the table where people usually sat to read. It was empty, just the way it should've been.

"This is the best night in my life, Quinn, and it's not even over. How did you manage to do all of this?" My admiration for her could never be truly expressed.

"It's nothing, really", she just waved it off like it was the easiest thing in the world.

"Please, Quinn. You take less credit than you should. It's okay to take what you deserve", I was nothing but honest with her. It was impossible to keep anything from those hazel eyes that brought storms to my insides everytime she'd look at me. Her beauty, inner and outer, couldn't be described in any form of words.

She smiled weakly as she took my hand and played with my fingers. She stood up, got lost between the shelves, with her voice echoing: "Come over here, I found your favorite!" She handed me the Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger.

"What should we write in it?" She asked playfully, quirking her eyebrow at me.

"What do you mean? Like a message for future readers or?

"That's right. A message from us", It sounded so lovely.

I took the pen from her bag, opened the last page, and with Quinn's head on my shoulder I wrote: Congratulations, you made it. Now you've got the chance to be someone's catcher in the rye. Protect the ones you care about the most and don't let them get lost, just like I'm protecting my Queen.

She let out the cutest giggle and slapped me on the shoulder. We continued searching for our favorite books and enjoyed writing messages in them. Time passed so fast.

"I wrote the one thing I want to show every single person who will take this book and enjoy in it the way I did", Quinn said as she put back John Green's The Fault in Our Stars back on the shelf.

"And what is that?"

"I love you." Those three words left her lips like a whisper, thinking as if she said them louder, the book shelves would start to fall and the whole library would crumble.

She stood there, looking at me like I might throw this book I was holding to ease the heaviness of those words. Her perfect hazel eyes were almost unreadable; it was like she expected nothing in return. So I kissed her with everything I couldn't hold in me anymore.