I needed to get this out of my system. Might upload part two later today if i'm encouraged enough ;) Quinntana all the way!

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Quinn's POV

I fiddled nervously with my hands. We Were standing outside the door that would open in mere seconds, allowing us to enter the humble abode of Kurt Hummel and Rachel Berry.

There was no denying the history between myself and the diva. I'd loved her, I'd hated her all at the same time. My high school persona had long vanished but I still felt nervous to be here. She'd forgiven me and she'd actually used the train tickets. We had formed a tentative friendship at first but soon enough we were like two peas in a pot. The only thing that caused arguments between us was the whole Finchel vs Brochel thing. I didn't like either of them. I wanted Faberry to happen.

Santana grabbed my hand and squeezed gently. I smiled at her and she smiled back cautiously. We'd become better friends after the slapping thing. It always felt like a relieve when things got into a physical fight between us. I finally told her the whole professor thing was a lie. I was just wanting to keep up the whole straight thing at McKinley because I wasn't comfortable enough yet to face our High School friends and have them realize I was just one of the biggest clichés, just like Karofsky. Santana had laughed and said that she always knew it. So did Brittany. Apparently I was called a "pressed lemon". I still didn't understand half the words spewing out of the Latina's mouth sometimes but we always knew what the other was thinking. We'd been best friends for long enough. She actually got jealous when I told her about my budding friendship with Rachel. But eventually she got over it and just told me to risk my chance. Needless to say Rachel thought I was joking at first. Then she got angry and it was followed by sadness. She stormed out of my dorm and didn't look back. I was broken into pieces and called the only one who would understand: Santana.

After her break up with Brittany I had consoled her, I didn't understand why she let the blonde dancer go at first but when Brit moved on fast enough to Sam I understood. Brittany was a butterfly, always flying from one flower to another. They both had different dreams, different goals and they needed to grow separately. After the establishment of Bram Santana told me she and Britt would never get back together. They were each other's first love but just not meant to be. Brittany wasn't enough anymore. She was sweet and forgiving and she looked at the world through pink glasses but Santana lived the harsh reality of working a job and studying at Columbia University to be a doctor. Life wasn't easy, there was never a lot of time and things were hard and sometimes Santana needed someone to understand that. She couldn't be there for Britt the way she used to be. They had to grow up and adapt to it but Britt couldn't. And that's how both of us got closer after our respective broken hearts had healed. We healed each other and soon discovered that the insults, the fights and all of the backstabbing had only served to let out something that had been between us since forever. Sexual tension. To be honest I had thought about it. And so had San.

"Oh come on Q, if you hadn't fallen in love with the midget and I hadn't fallen in love with Britt we'd totes been getting on back then! You know it, I know it."

A bottle of tequila later and we were making out like teenagers kissing for the first time. The next morning we just carried on like always except we'd share hard and passionate kisses that often evolved into hot make out sessions. But after a while the kisses became less needy and more sweet. We'd kiss each other good morning and we'd hold hands. She'd queeze my waist when I was making coffee and I would get her those bagels she liked so much from the other side of town. We'd visit each other a lot and always sleep in the same bed, snuggled up. After a few months Santana mustered up the courage and asked me to be her girlfriend. I don't think I've ever said yes so quickly as I did that night. We made sweet love and ever since then we've been together. It's been great. The sex especially. But now here we were, about to face our two first loves who had no idea that we were together. Sure me and Rach texted once in a couple of months to exchange pleasantries. When she got a part I'd sent her a congratulation text and when I passed my exams she did the same. But that was it. As far as I knew Britt and San had the same relationship but tthey talked more often. I still cared for Britt as a friend and we swore we'd never break up the holy trinity. So far that had succeeded but how would both of them react to seeing us? Together? Holding hands?

"Hey Q?"

I stared into her chocolate eyes.

"Yeah?"

She crooked a wicked smile and I raised one eyebrow in response.

"These nervous feels are making my lady parts tingle. In a good way."

I smirked, I had seen her jaw drop when I stepped out earlier to show her my dress for the evening. It was emerald green and had a low curve in the back showing of a good part of is. But it was the front that caught her attention. There was a V shape allowing people to see a part of the valley between my breasts. I knew she'd be having a hard time to resist me this night but I loved to tease her.

"Oh really?"

"Yup. I don't mind what Lady Hummel or The Hobbit say but when we get that bathroom to ourselves I ain't keeping my hands to myself. Just sayin'."

I grinned happily, she always knew how to distract me.

"I just hope you'll be able to control yourself until then dear, it could be a looooooong evening knowing our divas. Not to mention our other High School friends."

She sighed annoyed.

"Well then I won't be held responsible for burning their eyes if they keep us busy to long. I'll just have to take you right there and then."

I shuddered in delight and watched her eyes sparkle. I knew mine must be too.

Then the door opened and we were greeted with the sight of a fashionably clad Kurt smiling genuinely at us.

"If it aren't the two Queen Bitches of McKinley High! Welcome Quinn, Satan. Come on in!"

We smiled back at him. We'd kept in touch even after Rachel and I lost our friendship along the way and found that the common interest of fashion could lead to an amazing friendship. We'd gossip about actresses and fashion designers. It was an easy friendship and it was greatly appreciated.

I pulled Santana with me, never letting go of her hand. She squeezed once more and winked my way. I blushed faintly and noticed Kurt staring at our joined hands.

"See something Porcelain?"

He smirked at Santana, they had quite the interesting banters sometimes but this time both of them knew it was meant in a playful way. They weren't afraid to speak their minds though and I was curious as to what Kurt would say.

"Well yes. I see that you, my dear Satan, have finally corrupted our little blonde Angel here and I couldn't be more proud!"

I relaxed my shoulders and saw Santana grin proudly.

"Yeah well, it was about time someone un-pressed this lemon here! Too much hotness would've' gone to waste if I hadn't."

I rolled my eyes at her quip and pulled her into my side.

"I agree wholeheartedly. You do make a fabulous pair! But I want details Santana, I am a romantic after all!"

I snorted as he glanced my way.

"More like the biggest Gossip Queen."

He smiled even wider and waved his hand in a dismissive manner.

"Pssh, this, that, it's all the same dear. I am a Queen though, you got that right!"

Santana laughed and I grinned back at him as he took our coats and guided us to the living room.