A/N: I re-uploaded ch 3 with both POVs because I think it flows better. I'm not sure how many chapters I'll post tonight because I don't want to leave a big gap between updates, but we'll see.

SANTANA

I'm making us breakfast, and realizing what a bottomless pit Quinn has become with an evidently voracious fetus growing inside of her. I made some eggs and toast first, which were inhaled by my previously petite blonde best friend. She looked sheepish while she watched me finish my meal at a reasonable pace, before asking if I could make some bacon and maybe some waffles. Of course I obliged, making her a full plate for her second course.

"So?"

"This is soooo good. So good. This is like heaven in my mouth," Quinn responds, trying to cover her mouthful of food with her hand.

I laugh and ask if she wants anything else. I giggle even more as she tries to finish chewing so she can answer with her usual impeccable manners.

"No, thank you. This is amazing. You are amazing," she adds with a shy smile before diving back in for another bite.

I give her a wide smile and start cleaning up our breakfast mess. I've cleaned a good portion of the dishes when Quinn comes over, puts her plate in the sink, and starts drying the clean dishes on the rack. She bumps me with her hip and gives me a little smile before she starts humming softly while we work.

I steal quick glances over at her, enjoying the sight of her calm face, unmarred by her usual tension. The sunlight is coming in at the perfect angle to illuminate her hazel eyes, making them look greener than ever. She peeks up at me and I get a clear view of her bright irises. Quinn's eyes are endlessly unique. I could study them for hours and still see something new.

Suddenly, I noticed that she is blushing, the red rising from her neck to her face. Even her ears are tinged pink. I realize that she has caught me staring, probably because I've stopped actually cleaning and am just holding a dish in my hand like an idiot. Now it's my turn to blush, and I look away quickly.

"Sorry," I mumble.

"Don't be an idiot," she says with a sly grin, "It's cute."

I let out a little huff.

"I'm not cute. I'm sexy, or I'm hot, or I'm downright vicious. No one ever calls me 'cute,'" I reply wryly.

"Well I think you're cute. And sexy. And hot," Quinn answers.

"And vicious. Come on, Q. Don't go giving me free passes just because you want some sexy lady kisses later. You've seen me be mean, to you and to other people."

"Okay, that's true," she says slowly as we finish cleaning up and she sits back down at the island, watching me carefully, "but in fairness, I've also seen you be incredibly kind and warm. I've seen you be protective and gentle. And despite your usual cockiness, which I happen to find rather sexy, you've been all of those things and you were humble about it."

I stand with my back to the counter and absorb what she's given me, trying not respond with a funny retort to lessen my discomfort.

"So what you're telling me is that you think I'm sexy." Funny retort it is, I'm not the best at taking compliments that don't involve my physical appearance.

"San, don't do that. Your self-deprecation is super endearing, but I want to make sure that you know I still see all of you. Not just sexy you, which of course I do see…literally every time I look at you…even when I'd rather not be thinking about how sexy you are."

I roll my eyes and grin at her words. Only Quinn would pick up immediately on not only my awkwardness with compliments, but also on the most effective way to push them through to me.

"Well thank you, Lady Fabray. I'm not sure if you know this, but I think pretty highly of you too," I say as I walk over and lean across the counter to give her a quick peck that she happily returns.

"So how much talking do we need to do before I can get some more of these delectable smooches?" Her smirk is sexy as hell as she basically asks me to take her back upstairs and get my mack on. She knows exactly what she is doing, and how difficult it is for me to turn down an invitation like that.

My eyes flicker down to her lips before returning to her eyes, and I return her smirk while I reign in my raging hormones, screaming at me to just take her on the spot.

"You're good, Fabray, but talking is definitely up next. Well, after I take an ice cold shower, thank you very much."

I start walking upstairs, smiling when I hear Quinn following.

"Will this be a joint venture?"

"Damn it, Quinn!"

QUINN

When Santana comes out of the shower, I feel my stomach flip wildly. Her towel barely reaches mid-thigh, and her wet hair hangs down to the top of her perfect round breasts. I've long since accepted that I feel a strong physical attraction to Santana, but looking at her now, I want to yank that towel off of her and map her entire body with my tongue. I know I'm practically drooling, but I can't pull my eyes away from her.

Santana catches it too, because I see her smirk knowingly in my direction before bending ever so slightly to pull clean underwear and sweats out of a drawer. She leans just far enough that my breath catches in my throat before she stands back up and glances at me over her shoulder.

"My, my, Lucy Q, I had no idea you were such a nympho!" She throws me a wink that sends heat through my body.

"Neither did I," I retort shamelessly.

Something about my tone pulls her up as she lays her new clothes on the bed.

"Quinn, you're killing meeeee." Santana is full on whining at me. "Do you have any idea how difficult it has been for me to control myself around you? It was hard before you started laying on the innuendos and incredibly sexy charm. And now I'm trying really hard to do right by you and you're making it nearly impossible!"

I'm immediately curious when she emphasizes how hard it was to control herself before the innuendos. Since the night we kissed four months ago, our friendship has been in shambles, mostly because I refused to talk to her. So even though I've had this inkling that the attraction was mutual between us for a while before this morning, I still have no idea how Santana truly feels about me. It's my greatest incentive to control my urge to kiss her and actually talk.

On the other hand, I can tell she's exasperated with me, but I have no sympathy. Santana is a genius at sneaky flirting and probably the queen of innuendo, except when she's not feeling clever and drops the most thinly veiled sexual reference ever, "wanky." Her borderline lewd comments only began after I ruined our friendship, in what seemed to be an attempt to make me as uncomfortable as possible. Either that or she made her jokes thinking that I would either a) not pick up on them because I was so innocent or b) brush them off because I was so straight they would be meaningless.

"Fine. I'll go take a quick shower so you can pull yourself together and then we can talk, but I might have conditions for this conversation," I say as I head into her bathroom, "be out in 15."

With that I close her door and rush myself into the shower. I can't believe how much I don't like being away from her presence.

"Hey Q?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm just going to brush my teeth while you're showering, didn't want you to freak out if you heard me or something."

"Okay."

I can hear Santana moving around outside of the shower, and figure it's a good opportunity to get something off my chest while there is a barrier between us.

"So while you're doing that I'm going to start talking, okay?"

I hear an affirmative sounding grunt.

"Okay. Umm. The night of your birthday. That kiss was the best thing I've ever experienced. It was like the moment I needed to finally just accept that what I felt about you was stronger than friendship, was stronger than anything really. I just wanted you to know that, because we've never talked about it."

I'm uncomfortable in the silence that follows. I don't know if Santana is still brushing her teeth or what. Just as I reach for the shower curtain, it's snatched back and Santana is standing there staring at me in shock. I stand stock still for a half second and then turn away from her and back towards the water, suddenly self-conscious with a girl who's seen me naked countless times. I look back at her over my shoulder when she speaks.

"I thought…I thought that the kiss was why you stopped talking to me for weeks. Why we've barely been friends for months. I thought you blamed me or something. That you knew how into you I was and were disgusted by it…" Santana is shaking her head, her eyes unfocused as she relives that night.

I sigh heavily. Maybe truth time in the shower was a bad idea. I rinse off quickly and grab a towel. Santana is still holding the shower curtain and staring at the wall blankly. I step out of the tub and grab her other hand, leading her to the bedroom where I see she's laid out some comfy clothes for my expanded body. I throw on the clothes and eye her carefully. She's been staring at her hands as I dressed, but now is looking at me expectantly. My courage is gone along with the shower curtain barrier between us. I walk back into the bathroom and find, to my delight and surprise, that my toothbrush is still there. I brush my teeth vigorously, trying to ignore the anxious gaze I can feel boring into me.

When I sit down on the bed across from her, Santana takes my hands in hers and rubs her thumbs over my knuckles softly. She tilts her head to the side as she looks up at my face.

"I just want to understand. Losing you…it was the most painful thing I've endured," she says softly.

I nod and swallow thickly. I know I owe her this.

"Do you remember what happened right before the kiss?"

"You walked up to me and said, 'You're such an asshole,' out of nowhere." Santana's voice is thick at the memory.

"Do you remember what you were doing like 5 minutes before that?"

I see her beautiful face scrunch up in confusion as she thinks about it. I can tell she's afraid to say she doesn't know, or say the wrong thing, because it's clearly significant to me.

"Not particularly, no. I'm sorry Quinn."

We study each other for a second before I look away.

"I saw you kissing Brittany," my voice is steady, but I feel timid.

I look up to see Santana's eyes widen.

"Oh."

"I was so jealous, it burned right through me. So I walked away, but I couldn't stop seeing it over and over. I thought if there would ever be a girl you'd kiss, it would be me. I wanted it to be me. There was no rational side to remind me that I'd been hiding all of my feelings from you, that you couldn't possibly know. So all you got was the crazy side, and I marched up to you and called you an asshole and stormed off.

And you followed me…you were so upset and everything felt so bad. But when you finally grabbed my arm, I felt electricity go through my entire body and I just had to kiss you. Santana, it was everything. Which, you know, that really just devastated me further; because I didn't know what that meant for me or us, or the future, but I was terrified…and I also thought you might be with Brittany or whatever."

Santana looks like she's just been told she was adopted from space aliens. When the tears brimming in her eyes spill over, I quickly move my hands up to catch them and wipe them away with my thumbs.

"I'm sorry," I whisper to her fervently, "Please don't cry, Tana."

She lets out a shaky laugh and sniffles a little.

"Don't be an idiot," she says with a teary grin, pulling me into a fierce hug.

I can feel her body shaking slightly, and find myself crying too. We hold each other for a long moment before she sits back and releases me.

"You know I'm not with Brittany, right?" she asks me finally.

"I kind of guessed when you kissed me back last night. And again this morning," I reply teasingly.

She flashes me a dazzling smile and tilts her head at me.

"Yeah well I'm pretty impressed with you, actually. I never thought you'd be so forward."

"Well, I knew what I wanted."

She is studying me intensely, and I look steadily back at her.

"And what is that, Q?"

I've been waiting for this moment for so long, I've rehearsed this conversation so many times. And yet I'm completely frozen for a second.

"Santana…"

I lean forward and gently touch my lips to hers, steeling myself for what I'm about to say before I settle back to release the most dangerous words I've ever said.

"I want you. I'm completely in love with you, and I can't fight it anymore. And I know, God, I know, that this isn't ideal, or even fair to tell you right now. But I need for you to know, even if you don't feel the same way about me."

Her soft, disbelieving laugh steals my breath away. I can feel my heart pounding.

"Lucy Quinn Fabray, I've been in love with you pretty much from the moment I first saw you."

I feel my jaw drop.