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"You lied to me." Santana whispers, her hand comes up to quickly wipe the single tear that is trailing down her cheek. Brittany takes a step forward in the attempt to reach out to her girlfriend but the Latina stumbles back into the coffee table bringing her hands up in protest. "Don't,"Shaking her head. "Touch me." She pleads her voice small and almost quiet.
"I didn't lie to you Santana." Brittany defends, shaking her head from side to side but her eyes not meeting the brown eyes of the girl in front of her. "I just…" Santana lets out a chuckle, she's not really amused in the slightest and it's more of a defense mechanism.
"You just what?" She challenges, her eyes flitting back and forth between those two deep blue's staring back at her.
"I…" The blonde stammers and shifts from foot to foot averting her eyes from Santana's. "See when you…we…" Santana huffs and brushes by Brittany just needing to put a little more distance between their bodies. "Santana, stop. Just let me… I'm trying to explain." The Latina whips her body around to face her girlfriend throwing her arms out.
"Well, why don't you try using fucking words!" She screams out into the dark apartment, her voice bellowing into the hallway.
"Stop yelling at me." Brittany demands and bunches her hands into fists at her sides.
"Stop avoiding the question!" Santana shouts back running her fingers through her dark hair and tugging at it in frustration. After the echoing of her voice stops the two stare at one another, Santana's chest heaving as she tries her best to keep calm and Brittany's eyes watering for fear of being misunderstood.
"When I told you I was going to tell my instructor about Ja…" She pauses, realizing that the name that is on the tip of her tongue should probably not be said and she closes her mouth to rid her vocabulary of the name. "Him." She fixes and looks up to meet Santana's eyes. "Because like I said, if I were in your shoes I would expect the same of you." Her shoulders shrug and she rests her hand on the back of the couch for the stability her legs are not providing her. "And I had every intention of telling the department and Bernie about what had happened." She continues to explain and the room she realizes is completely silent, even though she is speaking she could hear a pin drop. "But,"
"I'm sorry Brittany I just don't see where a 'but' falls into this equation." Santana interrupts frantically as her arms come across her chest.
"You just don't understand." The blonde tries once again but her voice fails to be strong. "There are people in my classes who have been dancing so much longer than I have. It's so hard to make something of this kind of life and one false move, one mistake can literally ruin everything." Brittany exclaims slightly louder catching Santana's full attention. "Like I tried to tell you, I don't feel right ruining someone's career and hard work over something that didn't even happen." She shakes her head because she already knows that no matter what she says she's not going to get through to Santana.
"Stop worrying about everyone else and worry about yourself!" The Latina tells her through gritted teeth.
"I am." The blonde shrieks throwing her hands up in the air. "But it's kind of hard when all I do is worry about how my decisions are going to affect you." Her hand covers her mouth as soon as the words leave her lips and her eyes go wide. Santana stands there, shocked and she is so taken aback by Brittany's words she chuckles at her bluntness.
"Wow Britt, tell me how you really feel." She spits out.
"Santana I didn't mean it like that." Brittany quickly blurts out hoping to rectify the situation seeing as she has only made things worse. The shorter girl's arms fall to her side, shoulders slump and she stares at Brittany.
"I… uh…" Santana stammers, runs her fingers through her hair and glances over her shoulder to the cable box to check the time or to at least look at something other than the blonde in the room with her. Turning her head forward again her eyes fall onto the couch as she contemplates her next move or words or both. "It's, um, late like you said." Her eyes flicker to Brittany but she doesn't keep her gaze on the girl. She motions with her arms towards the hallway and finally removes her feet from the spot she's been stuck on and shuffles against wood. Passing Brittany, who is standing by the kitchen Santana turns around in the hallway finding the blonde still in the same place. "Are you comin' to bed?"
Brittany looks up at Santana, her eyes sparkling from the stove light with tears and she nods softly. Slowly, she follows the Latina down the hallway and into their bedroom and for the first time in such a long time Brittany finds herself nervous going to bed with her best friend.
"I've never heard her yell like that at Brittany before." Rachel comments in a hushed tone, tossing nervous glances over her shoulder as she prepares her and Quinn's coffee. The blonde lowers her eyes, her head and her torso until she rests her chin onto the table in the kitchen.
"It sounded pretty bad last night." Quinn notes rather quietly but the brunette hears her and nods her head in agreement. "I felt like I was at home when my parents found out I was pregnant." She laughs even though the whole situation, both situations are far from humorous and when it subsides she pouts.
Before either one of them can continue their conversation of the events from the night prior Santana comes into the kitchen. Her hair is a mess, her clothes are crumpled and she has her sunglasses on which prompts Quinn and Rachel to eye her and each other suspiciously. They watch the Latina grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator, move to the sink and grab the bottle of Advil on the shelf above the faucet opening it with much difficulty and pours a few pills into her hands. In one swift motion she tosses them to the back of her throat and washes them down with the water.
Santana turns around, leans against the sink with her water bottle still in hand and neither girl can tell if she is looking at them or not so they turn their attention away. But then all three turn their heads towards the entrance of the kitchen when they hear footsteps even though they all know who is going to come around the corner. Brittany comes in slowly and silently, her arms wrapped around her midsection, her eyes looking down standing there in a pair of Santana's sweatpants and t-shirt.
"Morning BB." Quinn greets with a soft smile. Brittany only halfway meets her eyes seeing as they are too busy seeking out Santana who sighs, pushes herself away from the sink and rests her water bottle on the counter.
"I'm going in the shower." She mumbles under her breath walking by the couple and then brushing past Brittany who is still standing in the doorway. The blonde flinches when she hears the bathroom door shut louder than it should and Quinn and Rachel watch her move further into the kitchen without much purpose.
"Dumb question but, you okay?" Quinn breaks their silence, her question obviously aimed at the other blonde in the room. Brittany takes a seat across from Rachel and Quinn and shakes her head, pout in place. "Fight?" Brittany solemnly nods and rests her chin in her hand and her elbow onto the table. "Anything we can do to help?" Brittany's lips twist in thought as she mulls it over and opens her mouth to respond but nothing comes out.
Another day gone with Santana giving Brittany the cold shoulder no matter what the blonde did to try to mend things. Every sentence she started began with 'I'm sorry' which only put Santana more on edge because it only proved to her that even Brittany knew she was wrong for keeping this from her.
The night isn't any better than last night and they go about their routine in complete silence. Brittany, from her spot in their bed, looks to the bedroom door as it opens finding Santana shuffle inside slowly dressed in her pajamas. The blonde swallows hard noting that her girlfriend had changed her outfit in the bathroom seeing as she is holding her jeans and top she had been wearing earlier.
With clenched teeth, biting down every few seconds so hard the muscles are twitching, Santana tosses her dirty clothes against their closet door and moves to her side of the bed. Brittany watches her every move as she lifts the covers and carefully situates herself making enough distance between them. The blonde sighs audibly when her girlfriend turns onto her side, facing her back to her and leans up to shut off her lamp on the bedside table.
"Goodnight." Brittany says softly and shimmies under the covers herself leans over on her side to shut her lamp off as well then lies back down on her back.
She doesn't get a response from the dark haired girl and the only comfort she can find tonight seems to be the heavy breathing from Santana and the way the ceiling looks in the darkness. Movement from beside her catches her attention but she's too emotionally exhausted to pay much mind to it, figuring Santana is just getting comfortable. But then she hears it. That sound Santana makes when she is going to say something extremely profound or ask a really important question, that deep breath that she holds in for what feels like forever, as though tasting the words on her tongue before speaking them aloud.
"Why do you have his number stored in your phone?" She speaks and Brittany for one is taken aback by it.
It's so quiet, like a whisper but she hears it anyway. And it's kind of sad and almost defeated and she can't deny that she is the reason and cause. The silent seconds tick by and if they had a standard clock in the room both girls are certain it would be echoing off of their walls. Brittany continues to stare up at the ceiling, trying desperately to find the words to answer her girlfriend because she knows that whatever it is that she comes up with herself will not only not be good enough but it will probably only make things worse.
"I said why do you…" Brittany cuts Santana off when she goes to repeat herself but with a louder and more frustrated tone in her voice.
"I heard you." The blonde informs her honestly. A huff escapes the Latina's lips and all Brittany can do to keep herself from crying and shouting is to close her eyes tightly and swallow a few times to prepare her voice.
"So then answer me." Santana demands. But even now, when Brittany even knows how harsh she is trying to be know that it's all wrong. She can't be mean or cold, truly anyhow, to the blonde and that, Santana thinks to herself, is the worst part of all. She's hurt and she doesn't even feel like she can find it in her to be her ruthless cold hearted self to the girl in bed beside her.
"You aren't going to like the answer." Brittany admits matter of factly and this only prompts Santana to snort out a sarcastic chuckle.
"Just fucking tell me already." She hisses into the darkness fighting with herself to stay with her back turned to the blonde. Brittany jerks her head back into her pillow, shocked at the way Santana is speaking to her. "Just get it over with." Santana pleads the words a little softer than before. Brittany takes in a deep breath and turns on her side to face the back of her dark haired girlfriend, fighting against the hand that wants to come up and run her fingers through her hair.
"Instead of going to the department right away or Bernie I…" Her eyes travel up and down her girlfriend's back wishing she would turn over so she could see her face. "I needed to talk to him myself. Straighten things out… clear the air." No sounds come from the other side of the bed so Brittany nods to herself, encouraging herself to go on. "I asked a few other kids from my class if they knew how I could get in touch with him and luckily one girl had his number."
"Shocker." Santana mumbles under her breath but seeing as the room was still with silence it went straight to the blonde's ear. Brittany ducks her head at the low blow and tucks a few stray hairs behind her ear.
"So… she gave me his number, I put it in my phone and then I called him up to set up a meeting." She further explains and she can see Santana's shoulders tense from above the covers. "We went to the café at school and…"
"Sounds like a fuckin'date Brittany." The Latina blurts out. Brittany's eyebrows furrow because the way Santana spoke made is sound like she is going to cry. She knows her sounds well.
"Come on Santana," Brittany's voice softens as she says her girlfriend's name as she shifts the way her hand holds her head up. "Stop it." There's a sniffle from the other side of the bed but other than that Santana says nothing and Brittany's heart hurts just a little bit more. "I told him that what he did was very inappropriate and that he's lucky I didn't go straight to the dean of the school to report him."
"Dick."
"I explained to him that not only am I not even remotely interested in him like that but that I am in a very committed relationship with a girl I love very much." She smiles at the back of Santana's head hoping, willing her to turn around. But that doesn't happen. "Of course he apologized but I…" Santana cuts her off once again.
"So let me just go through the facts, make sure I've got everything straight." She growls bringing her hands up to rub her eyes with heels of her palm and sliding her hands down her cheeks as she gathers her thoughts. "You told me you were going to tell your instructor, report that douche to the department, whatever." Brittany stays still for a few seconds but hums 'mhmm' when she realizes Santana is waiting for some sort of a response. "Okay," The Latina nods and begins to sit up and then set her back up against the headboard prompting the blonde to do the same. "However, you failed to do so and left me to believe that this was all taken care of and then go off and have some super secret meeting about it… behind my back again."
"Santana, did you even hear a word I said?" Brittany slaps her own thighs out of sheer frustration and whips her head in the Latina's direction. "I seriously think you're over reacting here." The blonde moves her back from the headboard and sits facing Santana instead and the Latina reaches to turn her lamp on and then leans her head up to the ceiling.
"Brittany!" This time when she yells both girls' are pretty sure that the other occupants of the apartment are now awake if they already weren't. "You lied to me."
"But I didn't…" She tries to reason but according to Santana's face she isn't accepting the response. "I just… didn't tell you." Her voice lowers as she realizes that this is not doing anything for her case.
"That is lying by omission!" Santana points at her accusingly, her eyes wide and her eyebrows to her hairline. But when Brittany's head tilts to the side in confusion she huffs and lowers her hand. "Meaning, by withholding the truth you were lying to me." She explains and the blonde nods her head slowly. "Is this how it's gonna be?" Her voice sounds defeated and it catches Brittany off guard. "Cause if it is I need to know now." She shakes her head a little and looks off to the side by her bedside table.
"Santana what are you talking about?" Brittany tentatively shifts forward on the bed trying to catch her girlfriend's eyes.
"You're dancing on one side and me on the other." She explains vaguely. "Because it shouldn't be a choice, there are no choices… I've never asked you to make a choice about anything." The Latina squirms around in her spot finally bringing her head forward and letting it fall into her hands. "I always take you into consideration," She glances away from her hands at the blonde. "Because you are important to me and I love you and because we are an 'us'. But," Her head falls into her hands and she shuts her eyes tightly doing her best not to cry.
"No 'but's' baby," Brittany doesn't share the same embarrassment her girlfriend does when it comes to showing her emotions and she openly cries and moves to sit closer to the girl. "The reason I didn't tell you was because I knew you'd be mad." She sobs quietly as Santana continues to shake her head before tossing the covers off of her body and getting out of the bed.
Brittany watches Santana move around the room, opening their closet up and reaching up for a sheet, then taking the quilt hanging on the chair and then finally walking back over to grab her pillow. When she gets to the door she turns back around to look at the blonde but she can't so she looks at everywhere around her instead.
"I just need a night." Santana tells her before opening the door and walking out, shutting it behind her.
Brittany wakes up alone and the weight in her chest grows back when she realizes that last night and the night before were not a horrible nightmare. She changes slowly in their room, slips on her work out sneakers and throws her hair in a loose pony tail before heading out into the world that exists outside of these four walls.
The apartment is quieter than usual but she doesn't really expect for there to be a party going on, but at least some chatter would be nice. Rachel's bedroom door is open and no one is in there which tells her she has over slept. It's funny though, to her anyway, because she doesn't feel like she has slept one wink the past two days and she wonders if there is such a thing called 'under slept'.
The kitchen is empty as well and the room connected to it, the living room is also void of any of her roommates but more importantly, no Santana. The sheets are folded neatly on the couch with the quilt folded as well and the pillow on top. Her fingers play with the corners of the pillow case and she knows that Santana is very upset considering the girl is the messiest person she knows. When she's stressed, she either shops or cleans.
She glances at the time on the cable box and sighs seeing as she has ten minutes to get to class. So with no hop in her step she grabs her keys and her bag and heads out for another horribly silent day.
Santana walks into the park looking for an unoccupied bench, coffee in hand and her cell phone in the other. It's still relatively cold but she's hoping that the chilly air will prove to aid in clearing her mind, it can't hurt, right? But as she moves through tiny clusters of vendors and the people waiting on line she notices that her usual bench is taken. In mid huff she jerks her head back and realizes that it's quite possible that she knows who is sitting in her spot.
As she gets closer she rolls her eyes, sighs and stops in front of the blonde haired girl sitting on her bench. Quinn looks up from her magazine, places it on her lap, lifts up her sunglasses and crosses her arms. She smirks at her friend, eyes her up and down then holds her hand out for the coffee.
"Why are you here?" Santana asks with mild irritation seeing as her plan for some alone time thinking has been crashed by none other than Quinn Fabray.
"Psh, why do you think?" It's a rhetorical question and she reaches forward to grab the coffee from Santana, pats the spot beside her and pulls her shades back over her eyes. "The real question here is what the hell took you so long?" She chuckles at herself only getting a small grin from Santana who finally takes a seat next to her.
"We're not gonna beat around the bush are we?" Santana asks with mild hesitation and curiosity, she already knows the answer here. Quinn licks the foam from her lips as she shakes her head.
"Hell to the no S. We are diving right into this mother." She glances over to her friend who nods in understanding, a smirk playing at her lips at the blonde's choice of words.
"I'm really diggin' your NYC slang Fabray." Santana comments.
"Hey," Quinn points her finger at the other girl. "No changing the subject, not even compliments can save you." They both giggle into the winter air, letting is settle around them into the pre-snowy quiet.
"I overreacted." Santana blurts out and Quinn notes how awkward those words sound coming out of the Latina's mouth but that does not stop her from agreeing.
"This is true." She states factually, Santana side eyes her quick response.
"And I…" She shakes her head, stammering and stuttering with her words not being able to form a complete sentence because these kinds of words are so foreign to her. "I was just…"
"Just say it, you are so insecure." Quinn spits out but it's not harsh or mean but a mere fact. After a few moments of silence Quinn tears her eyes from the little kids playing a few feet in front of them and looks at Santana. "Say it." Santana's head falls and her chin comes to her chest. "We both know it's true."
"If she would have just told me to begin with then I never would have…" The Latina begins to ramble using her hands as she speaks.
"Acted so immature." Quinn cuts in.
"But she kept it from me because she thought…"
"You'd overreact, which you did, because you're insecure, which you are." The blonde jumps in once again, clearly not holding anything back. After another sip of coffee she sets the cup down by her feet and turns in her seat to face Santana and once again lifts her sunglasses and squints from the days brightness. "Brittany would never cheat on you. Sometimes, when we love someone, we want to keep them from hurting and sometimes we need to keep things from said person in order to do so." She shrugs her shoulders, quickly glancing at the children playing. "It's not lying and it's not meant to be conniving or secretive." She explains.
"But we tell each other everything." Santana reasons which only garners a sigh and an eye roll from her friend.
"Of course you guys do and you should. But," She takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and watches the white cloud escape into the air. "You like to live in this bubble, ever since you and Brittany got together. Like nothing can touch you guys and you've pretty much succeeded." Quinn points out and Santana nods at the information. "But you've been lucky with that. The thing is, you're not in that bubble forever, somehow and someway the world bursts into that bubble and things are gonna get in the way. Just life shit. Some of it's annoying, horrible, hurtful and sad and you'll get angry about it. But most of it will be amazing and those are the things that you need to focus on. So this stupid asshole tried to mack it to your chica." Santana grins at her friends terminology and shakes her head. "But Britts regulated before anything could happen." She shrugs her shoulders again. "So who gives a shit? Brittany is a hot piece of ass and has an amazing personality it only makes sense that people are gonna wanna hit that." Santana nods and rolls her eyes. "But the fact of the matter is that she's yours. And that's all there is to it at the end of the day. She comes home to you every single day and night and I know for a fact that that is her number one."
"Yeah." Santana sighs out.
"Should she have told you about this crap?" Quinn asks out loud. "Yes, I do think she should have. Especially since it had already been an issue. But she didn't and you really can't blame her for her reasons as to why she made her decision."
"So… I'm the wrong one."
"Neither of you are really wrong but neither of you are really right."
"Listen Yoda, I can only handle so many of your word puzzles in one session." Santana groans.
"Don't blow up when things don't go your way. Listen to her when she tries to explain. You're intimidating sometimes when you're angry or upset it makes it hard to form a coherent sentence or thought. So give her a moment." The Latina lowers her eyes. "You can't help how you feel S and I'm not telling you to let everything slide but you've got to learn how to control your reactions. You jump to conclusions way too quickly." Quinn explains further. "It's like you're afraid of something, like you think Brittany is gonna leave you or something."
Santana calls in sick to work and spends most of the day walking around. She stops at a few shops, not really to make any purchases but more to not think about everything. Quinn is right and there is no fighting anyone on that. Santana has insecurities but she is only human.
She's had her fair share of let downs that it's hard for a badass chick from Lima, Ohio to have an optimistic outlook on life. But then the Latina finds herself stopping in front of a display case at a small shop about fifteen minutes from their apartment. It's a small photography shop and has portraits propped up for people to see as they pass by.
Everyone in the pictures are smiling, laughing and holding on to each other. She lets out a sigh, a breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding on to. She wondered what it was that was making those people so happy, smile so big and want to be that close to the people they were in the shot with. Everyone has to have a reason to be that happy right?
Of course though, she thinks to herself. Even though it's tiny, like the smallest of a shard there ever were, she does have some optimism in her life. There's a reason that this girl from the wrong side of the tracks of Lima was able to get out and more importantly had the strength to get out and it took the form in that of a blonde who was like the sunlight. Always there even when it's cloudy.
And that's where she realizes Quinn is 100% right about Santana Lopez.
Santana gets a text message from Quinn on her way back to the apartment telling her that they are worried about her because she's been gone all day. She checks the time and realizes that it's already 9:30pm and can't believe how long she's been wandering around the city streets. Sending a quick reply she assures the blonde that she's fine and is actually on her way home and to stop worrying. She gets a fast response that Quinn is relieved and that she and Rachel are heading to bed but that Brittany is waiting up for her. With a deep breath she sends a 'goodnight' text and continues down the block that leads her to the front doors of their apartment.
The halls are quiet, not surprising seeing it's a weeknight. Her keys echo off of the walls, jingling from side to side as she opens the door. She's not at all surprised to find Brittany sitting on the couch with the television on and the sound down low. The blonde glances over her shoulder, her eyes landing on the Latina and Santana can't help but notice how tired and sad those blues are.
She nods in Brittany's direction as she walks in shutting the door behind her and placing her keys down onto the table by the coat rack. Removing her jacket and hanging it up she turns to face the blonde who has turned around in her spot on the couch. They stare at one another for a long few minutes before the blonde pushes herself up from the couch and walks towards Santana. The Latina goes to open her mouth to speak but then Brittany falls to her knees at Santana's feet and grabs at her hands taking them in her own trying to meet those brown eyes.
"I know I'm stupid for doing that, but I thought I was keeping you from getting sad, mad and all those other not nice feelings." Unable to lock eyes with her girlfriend she instead lets her head fall to their hands and cries. A strangled sob or grunt or groan comes out from above the blonde's head and she looks up to find Santana crying and she finally realizes that the Latina is holding her hands in return. Santana tugs at her hands pulling her back to her feet and looks her right in the eyes.
"I'm sorry." Santana's tears are streaming down her face and falling onto her shirt and she sniffles trying to control herself but is failing to do so. "I'm such a bitch and you're… you're not s-stupid Britt." She shakes her head lifting a hand to cup the blonde's cheek and looks into her eyes even though her tears are making Brittany's face blurry. "I was just afraid my mom… that she was right that we're not…" She swallows the lump in her throat and blinks the tears from her eyes. "I want us to be honest with each other, even if it's something," She tilts her head and presses her lips to Brittany forehead. "Don't be afraid to tell me anything."
"I'm not afraid of you honey." Brittany leans in and up to wrap her arms around her girlfriend's neck and pulls her close until Santana's mouth is sputtering some more words into her neck. "And if I ever did have to choose," She pulls back to lock eyes with the Latina. "It's you." She smiles weakly, her lower lip quivering. "You should know that by now." Santana loses it and throws her head back against Brittany's neck and sobs away apologizing for being so hard and cold and thick headed. "What?" The blonde asks when the other girl says something she doesn't quite pick up on.
"I said I…" She trails off again causing the blonde's eyebrows to furrow.
"Hmm? One more time."
"I said I'm getting my period! So I'm pre-menstrual." She yells out but not menacingly as she had been earlier and Brittany can't help the giggle that pops out of her mouth. "And so I'm an over emotional-crying-super-bitch instead of the crabby regular bitch I usually am." She lifts her shirt to her eyes to wipe her tears away and sniffs hard to clear her sinuses so that she can speak clearly. With her throat cleared she stands up straighter and takes Brittany's hands in hers bringing them up and between their bodies. "I love you so much and I am so sorry for giving you the silent treatment and all that other shit." Brittany nods, still teary eyed and shakes her head too not really sure how to respond.
Santana's eyes flicker from glassy blue eyes and quivering lips and without wasting another second she pulls her hands from Brittany's, grips the back of the blonde's head and crashes their lips together. Brittany's knees instantly fall weak and is thankful that Santana's body catches her when she falls forward.
"I love you." Santana says through kisses, pressing their bodies closer together, her hands moving from behind Brittany's head and down to her side to pull them flush together. "I love you so much." She whispers into Brittany's mouth while she spins them around and walks the blonde back into the table by the coat rack.
The table hits the wall making a thud noise and the keys on top of it jingle around. She swipes her hand across the top knocking anything and everything on the table to the floor before bringing her hands to the back of Brittany's thighs and lifting her onto it. Brittany's hands come up and around her girlfriend's neck, letting them come down to the front of her shirt bunching it up in her fists. When the dancer's legs wrap around the shorter girl's waist Santana grunts and clasps her hands around the blonde's back lifting her up from the table once again.
She carries her and stumbles a bit but finds the wall of the living room and with a bang she pushes up against it for balance. With Brittany's back against the wall and her legs wrapped around her Santana moves her hips up and in receiving a small moan of pleasure from her girlfriend. Brittany's hands travel down to the hem of Santana's shirt trying to pull it up but finding it difficult with their current position and when the Latina tries to help but they helplessly fall to the floor. Their hands never leaving each other and their lips finding each other's instantly.
Quinn is the first to wake up and she finds herself feeling thirsty. She quietly gets up from bed, trying her best not to wake up Rachel in the process and with the same expertise opens the door without making a sound. Before heading to the kitchen she glances over at the other couples bedroom door to find it closed. That's either a good sign or a bad sigh the blonde thinks to herself but tries not to dwell, first mission, quench thirst.
But on the way to the kitchen something just at the end of the hallway catches her eye. Her eyebrows furrow and she blinks hard a few times trying to rid the sleep that still lingers to get better focus. The arm chair from the living room is turned over and her eyes widen and her pace quickens as she nervously suspects that something had happened between Brittany and Santana last night.
When she reaches the end of the hall she is in for a sight she had not at all been expecting. The table by the coat rack is completely void of its normal little nooks and keys and is slightly pulled away from the wall. Slightly but noticeably. The magazines from the coffee table are all over the floor and the cushions on the couch are all over the place.
However, regardless of the seemingly destroyed room only one thing truly catches her eye. Well, two things but she always thought of them as one. To her left, at the end of the hallway in the living room on the floor lie Santana and Brittany. They are sound asleep, completely in their own world but in that world together.
Quinn smiles to herself taking in the sight of them. Santana is lying on her stomach, head propped up on her pillow from when she'd slept on the couch the other night. Her hands are hidden under the pillow, only her elbows and shoulders visible. Brittany is lying on her stomach as well but is right on Santana's back, her head perfectly placed between the Latina's shoulder blades and her hands resting at her girlfriend's sides with a sheet barely pulled up over them.
The blonde hears footsteps from the hallway to find a dazed Rachel coming towards her and she motions for her to be quiet. The diva furrows her eyebrows at this suggestion but her eyes widen when she takes in the couple sleeping on their living room floor, naked and more importantly the room looking like a scene out of Twister.
"What the…!" She is about to yell out but Quinn is quick to cover her mouth and shush her. They stand silent for a moment before Quinn excuses herself for a brief moments and runs into Rachel's bedroom, coming out just as quickly with a strap around her neck and camera in hand. "What are you doing?" Rachel whispers as she watches her girlfriend quietly move closer to the unsuspecting couple. Quinn smiles as she takes a few pictures and doesn't offer Rachel any kind of verbal response.
The brunette continues to stand there and watch the blonde take a bunch of photos, moving around the sleeping couple for different angles before standing up straight and grinning at the screen looking at the last picture she's taken. Shutting off her camera she walks over to Rachel and hooks her arm with her own and pulls her back to bed.
"Let's let them be babe." Quinn tells her sweetly. "Just let them be for a bit."