It had been about five days since Santana made that call and heard her voice. But surely felt like a lot more.

There wasn't more calls, text or messages. They were just acting as if the other never existed. And of course, it killed Santana. Even more now that a new year was coming and they were finishing like that.

Things shouldn't be like the way they were.

But what could she possible do? Nothing

Because Quinn was as straight as a rule and as sturbonn as herself.

Quinn had been always difficult to read, and it wasn't the exception now.

Not to mention Puck. Santana truly believed that he shouldn't even breathe.

"Are you going to live your life anytime soon?" Rachel asked Santana once she entered their apartment, looking at Santana with sympathetic eyes while she just buried herself even more on the couch.

To all of Santana's friends, the brunette seemed to be out of her lately. They didn't know why though, and Santana wasn't about to tell them either.

"Are you always this nosy?"

What a stupid question was that? Of course she wanted to live her life. She was young, free and living in one of the most beautiful and big cities of the whole world. She really wanted to be happy and rip the pain off her soul. But how? When the only girl that she had ever want was right now with someone else, someone who wasn't her.

Brittany was her girlfriend for years, and yes, she loved her. But not in the way lovers should love.

Even when she was in a serious relationship with Brittany, her eyes always managed to look a certain blonde with unique hazel eyes, perfect features and gorgeous body.

Quinn was consuming her from the inside, ever since High School.

So when it finally happened, Santana was flying.

Quinn's kisses and body was her new addiction. It was a powerful drug that she could only taste once. Sadly. The taste and warm of Quinn's tongue was something she had never experienced before. Quinn was unique. In all ways.

"She's coming for New Year, you know." Rachel's words brought Santana back to reality.

It took her several seconds to realize of 'whom' they were talking about.

Because Rachel's nosy skills were almost always right. Santana was even sure that Rachel knew about her and Quinn sexcapade on Will's wedding because lately, it seemed like Rachel and Quinn were some kind of bff or some stupid shit, so she should know the impact Quinn had over her.

"Who?" She asked of all forms, just to be sure.

Rachel looked at Santana like analyzing her, something that bothered the other girl "Quinn" Rachel casually said before heading to the kitchen.

Santana knew Rachel was talking about Quinn but she was still surprised when she heard her name.

Was Quinn really coming to spend New Year with them? Is she really going to see Quinn in less than two days?

It was starting to form a smile on Santana's face but before this even happened, her face changed completely.

She stood up from the couch to follow Rachel.

"Is she coming with Puck?"

"They broke up the other day. If you could even call that a 'break up' because they never started something" Rachel said with a playful tone. Almost as if she were teasing Santana.

Santana stopped walking, confusing.

The problem wasn't that Rachel knew a little too much. That was something really common. But, why Quinn made Santana believe that she was in fact, into some kind of relationship with Puck then, telling her how she choose him because it was her safe option or some bullshit.

And so now, according to the short brunette, they never started something?

It was stupid, and Santana was confused.

Then why the fuck they were acting like a a lovely couple in front of everyone?

As a matter of fact, Quinn always made sure that some eyes were on her everytime before kissing him, almost like saying in everyone's face that they were back together.

She even invited Puck for Christmas eve with her family for fuck's sake. Santana thought that was something just boyfriends and girlfriends do.

"Close your mouth." Rachel walked by her side but not before playful pat her shoulder.

She closed her mouth without move.

She didn't get why Quinn ran into Puck's arms the moment they saw each other if she never felt something.

Santana knew very well the deep connection Puck and Quinn shared, it is something that Santana could never change. But she would never understand, what the fuck Quinn saw in him?

She was just glad that it was over, again.

Santana sighed, leaning on the kitchen table.

At least Quinn was going to be there for New Year. And maybe things could go back to normal between them now with Puck out of the picture.

Not that Santana wanted things to go back to normal, if anything, she wanted things to never be normal again. Because she only wanted Quinn in one way.

It was already 20:30 pm and she wasn't nervous, not at all. That was what Santana kept saying to herself.

Those two days didn't go as fast as she would wanted. Minutes felt like hours and the hours felt like an entire day.

But today was the day.

She would finally see Quinn. Though she didn't know if it was okay to even say hello after their last conversation. But she was going to take a risk. She really missed the girl and couldn't take any other day without knowing about her.

So when the doorbell sounded, her heart stopped beating altogether, because everyone that was going to be there, were already there. Everyone but Quinn.

Santana took a deep breath and started to walk towards the door. Everyone was talking in the kitchen and she was the only one inside, waiting for this special woman to arrive.

She was extremely nervous thought, her hands were sweating and she felt her heart beating in her ear.

She grabbed the door handle and after a few seconds, she gained courage and finally opened it.

And there Quinn was, looking gorgeous as always in a red dress.

She looked exceptionally beautiful.

Santana breath hitched.

"Hey" Santana said after a few seconds.

Quinn was just standing there watching her intently, her eyes were glued on Santana's.

Santana wondered though, why Quinn was looking at her as if she were ready to kill her. She was giving Santana her well-known Quinn Fabray defiant look with her perfect raised eyebrow, and she really didn't know why.

Quinn didn't say anything and just walked in.

Santana stood still, with many mixed emotions and questions.

What was Quinn problem now?

Dinner was good.

A stupidly expensive wine brought by Mercedes was good.

The company was more than good -just for one person-

The view for the fireworks that were about to explode in all New York was good.

While making dinner, she even cut her finger for staring at Quinn when she bent down to pick up something, showing her so nice legs. But she was good.

Everything was good.

So why then, she kept feeling like shit? Why she kept feeling so empty and sad?

Maybe it was for Quinn not so friendly greeting hours earlier.

Or maybe were the stolen glances between them every single minute. Leaving Santana even more confused.

Maybe was Rachel and her big mouth talking about love all the time while eating dinner.

Or maybe it was just the fact that despite that Quinn was there, Santana didn't feel like she was. Because she was still ignoring her.

It wasn't a great time to get lost. But she stood up nonetheless.

She always thought that couldn't be something more sad than spend New Year alone. But she just didn't want to be there with all those happy human beings and with Quinn there. So she just disappeared from the group that was anxious waiting for those ten minutes left to New Year on the balcony.

She took her glass of wine walking inside to the kitchen, she definitely wasn't in the mood to be around her friends. Besides they were all excited talking about who knows what, so no one would know she wasn't there.

Santana just couldn't take Quinn indifference anymore.

The description of Quinn being hot and cold was accurate. Because Santana didn't know what to think anymore.

First, they slept together. Not even in thousand years Santana thought that it could be possible.

Then they started to talk often until they were speaking with each other everyday and every minute of the day, with Quinn occasionally flirting with her.

They used to sent each other messages all day, but they always called to say good night. It felt really nice for Santana, hearing the girl's voice every night. Hearing her yawn or simply hearing her sleeping.

But suddenly, Quinn stopped calling and stopped reply to every text.

Santana never knew why.

Quinn didn't say anything. And Santana didn't do anything to upset the girl, so it was pretty much a mystery.

And she thought once again, why the hell Quinn was so complicated to read.

Back home, the first rumor that came to her ears was that Puck was trying once again to get into Quinn's pants.

And she let him, apparently.

That was what made Santana feel like shit. The thought of Puck's hands and dick -maybe- touching Quinn.

It definitely wasn't something nice to watch nor to think.

Why Quinn couldn't understand that she was so much better than him? Than any guy actually.

Santana would never understand why Quinn always needed to have a stupid douchebag by her side. What was she trying to prove?

She wasn't thinking that Quinn should be with her either, it was stupid just to think about it, because Quinn for all she knew, was straight. She just wanted her to realize that Puck wasn't for her.

And luckily, it seemed like she did realize. Because here she was, without Puck, enjoying herself and her friends.

"What are you doing here alone?"

Even her voice sounded perfect in her ears.

Santana turned around to meet hazel eyes. And it was kinda fascinating and frustrating of how every single time that she looked at Quinn she managed to take Santana's breath away.

"I didn't want to be outside" She shrugged and Quinn frowned, the cutest frown Santana had ever seen.

"Fireworks are about to-"

"Explode, I know" She interrupted Quinn. And she really didn't want to sound like that, but words just came out of her mouth sounding bitter.

Quinn looked at Santana for several seconds, straight into her eyes.

She wondered what was this? What was Quinn playing at?

She didn't even say hello when she arrived and now she suddenly was asking Santana why she was here alone?

"What is your problem?" Quinn asked irritated,

Really?

"What is my problem? What is your problem Quinn" Santana fully turned her body around for a better angled, leaning on the kitchen table while Quinn was giving her all her attention with the same cute frown. "Why are you even talking to me?" Santana took a sip of wine.

Her eyes never leaving Quinn.

Santana thought that all this scene was actually kind of funny. But she definitely wasn't in the mood to laugh.

"I can't talk to you now?"

"Well it's weird after pretty much being ignored by you."

"I'm not ignoring you" Quinn said rather upset while approaching a little. And Santana got kind of nervous.

But why was she even approaching? They weren't talking with each other, since a long time. And all because Quinn decided herself.

"You're ignoring me, don't lie."

"No I'm not." Quinn quickly said "Well maybe, I was" She softly finished.

And God if It was so freaking easy to fall for Quinn sweet voice.

It was all Quinn's faulter and her parents. Why her parents had to make her daughter so damn perfect?

Quinn shook her head before speaking again, sighing.

"How is your finger anyway?" Quinn's hand took Santana's, where a white small bandage was covering her finger.

It had been so long since any kind of physical contact between them. Santana was lost in just seconds with Quinn's softness and sweetness.

Besides, her friend was so close to her that she could even smell her intoxicating perfume.

"Why are you being so nice to me now?" Santana asked in a low voice, not wanting to upset the other girl because it could mean that she could step back, and she really didn't want that. Even if she knew that all of this was more likely just a game for her friend.

Quinn's fingers started to play with Santana's hand after analyzing her injured finger. And it all began to be a little too much for Santana. The pale and delicate fingers slowly caressed all her hand, taking her time for evey touch.

"Because I care about you," Quinn whispered, and Santana didn't know if she heard right.

But her heart melt, however.

Quinn's hand kept playing with Santana's and her skin was began to burn with every soft touch, but in a pleasant way.

"Rachel just told me you stopped seeing that girl. Is it true?" Santana wasn't sure why was Quinn asking her that just now. This girl was like a difficult puzzle impossible to solve.

Besides she ended things with that girl a few days ago, it was strange that Rachel took so long to inform that to everyone, her friend was the bigger gossip of all the times.

"Yes, why?" She answered and unconsciously looked down at Quinn's lips that only seemed to get closer to her as the seconds pass.

She looked then, how Quinn's lips started to get big, showing a beautiful smile on her face. That same smile, that always managed to make Santana's heart skip a beat.

Then she watched amazed how Quinn captured her bottom lip between her teeth.

"I just didn't know." Quinn shook her head, stepping once again, a little closer with a smile still on her face.

She wondered if Quinn was into some stupid game to prove just how much Santana could take this closeness before losing herself. Because it was getting really hard.

She was taken aback when Quinn grabbed her hand, the one she was touching to put it around her waist, leaning even closer. Santana's eyes got big and her nervousness increased. Then Quinn took Santana's other hand to put it around her waist as well, leaving Santana breathless and without knowing what the hell was happening.

She was fighting with the urge to close her eyes, because feeling Quinn's slim body in her arms again was just fantastic, overwhelming.

"Why you ignored me?" Santana asked in a whisper. "What's your problem lately Quinn?"

Quinn's arms lifted up, encircling Santana's neck.

And according to Santana, they sure as hell looked like a couple about to kiss. She didn't understand anything.

Because Quinn wouldn't like her in that way, right?

She wasn't complaining at all though, quite the opposite. She was enjoying every second of it.

"You." Quinn whispered back with her eyes full of something so intense behind them, with a gorgeous shine "You're my problem" She softly said, staring at Santana's lips and leaning in.

And Santana kind of freaked out.

She was almost one hundred percent sure that Quinn was about to kiss her. And God if she did want to, but with all the weirdness between them still in the air, she wanted to ask.

Nonetheless, she was going to kiss Quinn. Because she was offering it, apparently. And she just couldn't deny her that.

Quinn's hand started to gently touch her cheek, and Santana just closed her eyes, tightened her hold on Quinn's waist. She wasn't sure of how many times she dreamed about this moment, about having her this close against her body. Santana was definitely dreaming. And she sighed when Quinn's delicate and soft fingers touched her lips, caressing it with her thumb.

"You know, I'm not going to let this year finish without kissing you." Quinn whispered against her lips.

Her warm and sweet breath was the last thing Santana felt, before feeling the world softer lips on her own again.

It was just a sweet, open mouth peck at first. But still, Santana didn't know a kiss could feel so good.

What the hell was with Quinn's lips? They were perfect.

This girl was definitely something else. She was everything.

Quinn's lips started to move against Santana's and they quickly began to catch up with all the need, all the want they felt for each other. Santana's arms were bringing Quinn even closer to her, without leaving any space. Her breast was touching Quinn's breast, their bodies were glued on each other, and even so, it wasn't enough for Santana.

Quinn's hands were firmly placed on her face while their tongues meet, and she couldn't hold back a whimper.

Quinn couldn't either.

She remembered well enough how this perfect girl's tongue taste. But it was still something so new to Santana. It was otherworldly.

Their mouths kept moving against each other for several seconds, they were wrapped in a whole new world.

Santana captured Quinn's bottom lip in between her own, making the other girl heavily sigh. She could feel Quinn smile against her lips, provoking something incredibly deep within her.

Santana thought that this was how a kiss should feel like.

The air at some point, wasn't enough and they had to pull away from each other, but of course, not completely. They were still embracing each other. Her lips kept brushing against each other with Santana pecking Quinn's lips occasionally, feeling and enjoying Quinn's warm body against her own.

Santana planted one last long peck in her mouth before pulling slightly away.

Quinn smiled at her, with her eyes half open half closed, and Santana couldn't help but smile back, it was impossible not to smile at this beautiful girl.

Just then, they heard her friends scream the countdown to New Year.

Santana didn't know how long has passed, but she wouldn't change one second. She was right where she wanted to be.

"5!"

"4!"

"And I'm going to start this new year, kissing you as well." Quinn happily said with a big smile before closing the gap between them once again.

Santana was happy.

All the pain was worth it. Because after all, it seemed like Quinn liked her back, and that was all that she wanted.