Chapter Nine

Authors note: i am so sorry this is late and so sorry it is such a short chapter, i am currently on exam block and have been studying, SO SORRY! i will be back to normal in 5 days so the next chapter may also be a couple of days away, sorry guys please keep reading! enjoy

Santana's PV

I hate the fact that I am going home today, it is so strange to call it that. Home. Then again I guess it is my home now. I give Brittany a kiss goodbye and board the plane back to New York. I am sad to let her go again but I know that this time everything is going to be different, this time we are going to work out and I will finally get my happy ever after.

A few hours later

I crab my keys and open the door, as I walk in I can already tell that something is different, yes it may be really early in the morning but I can still tell that something is up. I shrug it off and get into my bed, it feels weird because it is a bit warm but I don't care I am so exhausted that I close my eyes and try to go to sleep. I was just about to go to sleep when I felt someone drape their arm around my waist. I just out of bed and scream, I grab the lamp and try to use it as a weapon.

"WHO ARE YOU? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU IN MY BED?" I start swinging the lamp trying to protect myself from the intruder.

"SANTANA?" Quinn?

"Q?"

"YES! STOP SWINGING THAT GOD DAMN LAMP AT ME." I drop the lamp, what the hell is she doing in my bed.

"Why they FUCK are you in MY BED." I catch her in the light and see what she's wearing.

"I THOUGHT RACH TOLD YOU! I am staying here for a couple of nights!" she notices me looking at her and I think she knows im looking at the jumper.

"Is that my jumper?" you know it's your jumper.

"Yea, sorry I was cold." I catch her smiling in the light and it is by far the cutest thing I have seen in ages.

"That's ok, look I didn't mean to yell at you I'm sorry, it's fucking freezing so get back into bed." She smiles and nods.

"Are you sure? I can totally sleep on the couch."

"No Q, it's cold I don't want you to freeze get into the bed." She climbs in and I hop in beside her.

It has been a couple of minutes and I just cant get to sleep. I don't know if it is the fact that I am nervous to be sharing a bed with her or the fact that I am scared that I might make a move. I can feel Quinn shivering next to me and I feel bad for her cause I am quite warm. I ever so gently move closer to her and I feel her tense as my front comes into contact with her back. I gently wrap my arm around her stomach and snuggle into her. I feel her instantly relax into me and her breathing quickly evens out. I find myself being able to drift off into sleep.

In the Morning

Narrator's PV

It was about 5 in the morning when Rach found herself getting out of bed to start her usual early routine. She walks past Santana's room and can't help but smile at the sight that she sees before her. She quickly grabs her phone off the counter and snaps a picture of Santana and Quinn, cuddled together. Santana with her arms wrapped protectively around Quinn and Quinn with her head on Santana's chest smiling intently in her sleep. She makes sure that she sends it to both Santana and Quinn. Rachael being Rachael also thinks that this would be a great photo to upload to twitter. She puts the photo up with the tag #Reunited. She smiles to herself and starts to get ready. Not even thinking about what kind of trouble she may have just caused.

Quinn's PV

I wake up in the morning and smile at what I remember. Santana wrapped herself around me to keep me warm. It seems like nothing has changed during the night. We are still wrapped together tightly as ever. I just want to stay like this forever. She looks so innocent and cute when she sleeps, her face is soft and her features are relaxed. I gently move my arm and stroke her cheek, she frowns at the tickling on her face and I softly giggle to myself. She looks so cute, I never want to get up, but my phone keeps buzzing, within seconds, it just doesn't stop. I reach over trying to get out of Santana's hold but she just grips me tighter, I smile and finally manage to wriggle out of the grip as I reach my phone it lights up, texts from Brittany, messages on twitter. What the fuck is going on. I open my phone. Shit.