Author's Note: There were mixed reviews about them coming into their relationship so soon. To be honest, I hadn't planned for them to yet. When I was writing the chapter, I was listening to love songs and was emotional...so it just sort of happened. I needed to do it. But don't think it's gonna be smooth sailing from here...at least not for a while. Angst, drama, etc are bound to happen.

I don't own these characters.

This chapter is a flashback chapter. And will be marked during the flashbacks, when it takes place and who's it is. Enjoy!

Chapter 6

~February 14th, 2013; Santana's POV~

I can't believe that I am sitting here at this wedding, with Quinn Fabray of all people. Sure, we are friends...or frenemies, whatever, but I always expected to be at these type of events with Brittany by my side. Instead, she's here with Trouty Mouth. She certainly moved on quickly. I wave back to her as she offers me an awkward wave and a smile, before cuddling up with him.

Of course, I can't let it show that it hurts me this much. So I make a smart ass comment to Q about being the hottest bitch at the place, to which she of course threatens to slap me again. But I do have to admit, Blondie looks good today, and I am glad she agreed to be my "date" for this thing. I don't think I could have dealt with this alone.

"I hate weddings. And I hate Valentine's Day. They were invented by breeders to sell cheap chocolate and false hope." That's what I tell Quinn anyway. I really don't. In fact I really want that for myself one day. I know she can see right through me, but doesn't mention it. That's one thing I respect about her...She knows when not to cross the lines. Most of the time anyway.

"Do you know what I hate? Men. Every single one of them is a pig, except maybe Mr. Schue and Al Roker." Quinn tries to lighten the mood, which I'm grateful for. "And you were right, I do let men define me. But not anymore. Like Gloria Steinem said, 'A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.'"

I cant help but smile a little at her, and of course have to remind her that Al Roker is disgusting. Because, let's face it, he is.

~A couple of hours later that same day; Quinn's POV~

I let Santana drag me off the dance floor when she sees Brittany with Sam nearby. She's not taking this well, not at all. I figured she'd have had a bit of time to grieve, to deal with their breakup. But I guess actually being around Brittany and seeing her with someone else makes it worse. I have made it my goal today/tonight to distract Santana, to try to keep her mind away from the blonde she holds so dearly to her.

After ordering our drinks, using our fake ID's and snarky remarks, San turns to me and says, "We always were two ends of the same bitch goddess spectrum. That's why we love each other so much. And slap each other."

Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe I was just feeling flirty, but I couldn't help but notice how incredibly hot Santana looked. "You know, I have to say, Rosario," using her fake ID name of course, "You are killing it in that dress."

I think I surprised her, the way that she said "Thanks." She changed the subject of course, being Santana, "Look at those romantic saps. You know, they may have love, but you know what we are that they are not?"

"Flawless." I say effortlessly, as if reading her mind, holding my glass up to clink with hers.

After a couple of more glasses and some quality time of making fun if everyone else, Santana decides she wants to dance again. So of course, I am not one to turn that down, after all, we are the two hottest chicks here, so we should show off. A few songs later, the music slows, and lights dim. Rachel takes the stage and begins to sing a slow song, "We've Got Tonight."

Santana looks and sees the couples, then turns to leave the floor, but I grab her gently by the wrist and pull her to me, swaying to the music. She doesn't fight me, or even try to resist, just rests her cheek against mine and dances with me.

"I've never slow danced with a girl before." I muse out loud, causing her to pull back and look at me quizzically. "I like it." I assure her, getting a quirky, cute grin from her, before she puts her cheek back against mine, leaning into me.

After a few more dances, several drinks and a lot more flirting, we find ourselves in my hotel room, tangled in each other. Each of us finding comfort in the other's touch. Contrary to what I expected, sex with a woman is very satisfying. Santana made me feel things that nobody else had. Both physically and emotionally.

"So that's why college girls experiment." I tell her, trying to play off how much it really meant.

"And thank God they do." Santana replied, looking at me with a very beautiful after-sex glow, smiling more brightly than I had seen her do in a long time.

"You know, it was fun, and I've always wondered what it would be like to be with a woman, but, I dunno, I think for me it was more of a one time thing."

"Look, you don't have to worry, I'm not gonna show up at your house with a U-Haul."

I can't help but smirk as I reach over for the bottle of water next to me, taking a drink. "So what happens next?"

"Well, you could walk out of here first, or, we could make it a two time thing." she answered, with an almost hopeful look on her face. I definitely can't say no to that, even if I had wanted to, which I definitely didn't.

I set my water back on the table and pull her in for a kiss, and then this time, when we had sex, it was different. We were both completely sober at this point, and it felt different. Still good, no, amazing. But it felt more meaningful, I didn't question it, but I felt a crazy strong connection to my friend at that moment. Something I had never experienced before, something that after thinking about it, I would realize was love.

~February 14th, 2014 Santana's POV~

I find myself once again with Quinn Fabray on Valentine's Day. The irony is not lost on me. Only this time, instead of being at a non-wedding, I'm sitting in her apartment, where the two of us are having a girls night in, watching movies and eating take-out. Brittany and I had broken up again...for the final time, just a couple of weeks ago. Instead of spending Valentine's Day with her new almost-boyfriend (Jared), Quinn opted to spend it with me instead.

"San, pass the wontons?" she asks, holding her hand out blindly to me, engrossed in the movie.

I hand her the food, and turn to her, narrowing my eyes and staring at her.

"What?" she asks after a couple of minutes, turning to look at me with a smirk. "You know, staring is rude."

"Why are you doing this? Why are you with me instead of your new boy toy?"

"Because. You're my best friend. He's just a guy. I don't want you being alone on V-Day after you and Britt just broke up again. I know that you say you're okay, but clearly you aren't." she deadpans, looking me straight in the eye.

"Clearly?" I ask, taken aback, because I thought I was hiding it quite well.

"To me it's crystal clear. You've been quiet, mopey, and not your usual snarky self. I know you San, and I know when you're hurting. I just want to make sure you're really okay." she says as she places the food on the table, and turns back to me, looking into my eyes.

I can't help but try to avoid her gaze, because she's right. I'm not okay, and I really am not sure if I ever will be again. Brittany was the love of my life. And I let her go. Again.

"I was holding her back." I tell the blonde sitting next to me. "She has so much potential, and turned down two jobs in LA to stay with me here. I don't want to be the anchor, keeping her from pursuing her dreams, Q."

"I'm pretty sure that she never thought about it like that." she tells me, guiding my chin up so I am looking at her.

"Then why did she jump on a plane to LA the day after we split?"

"Because it probably hurt her being so close to you, and knowing that you felt that way. Brittany loves you, Santana, and she also probably didn't want you to think that the break-up was for nothing. She's going after her dreams, just like you want her to." Quinn reassures me, laying her hand on my forearm.

"I miss her, Q. I miss her so much." I finally admit, as a couple of tears fall before I manage to stop them. She doesn't say anything about it, only brushes them away with her thumbs gently, and pulls me into her arms, telling me to let it out. So of course, I do. I can't help it. I break down as Quinn Fabray hugs me, holds me, and soothes me.

"I know you do San. It'll get better after a while. But until it does, I'll be here, okay?" she coos as she runs her hand over my hair, before brushing it out of my face.

"Thanks, Q." I manage to get out after several minutes pass of her holding me while I cry, dampening her shirt with my tears.

"Don't thank me. You're my best friend, and I don't like seeing you hurt. Who knows, maybe one day you'll be consoling me over Jared." she chuckles, trying to lighten the mood slightly, not realizing how true that would be.

"I hope not. I hope you don't ever have to feel the pain I feel now. If you do...I'll go Lima Heights on whoever hurt you."

"There's my Santana." Quinn smiles as she lays back on the couch, pulling me to her chest. "But I doubt you'll need to worry about that. Jared seems like a really good guy."

"They all seem like it. Just be careful. I don't even know him, so therefore, I don't like him." I say with a bit of Snixxy undertone.

"Wait...San, are you jealous?" Quinn asks, chuckling.

"What? Of course not." I reply, rolling my eyes. I was, but I'd never admit that.

"Mhmm, sure you aren't." she laughs again, causing me to poke her in the side. "Hey! No tickling!"

"You asked for it Fabray." I grin wickedly before sitting up and straddling her, pinning her down and tickling her sides.

"No, San, please..." she gasped out between her laughs, wiggling and struggling halfheartedly to get free.

"That was for saying I'm jealous." I tell her before easing up, and letting her up. She shoots me a glare, her face flushed from laughing so much, as she grabs her water bottle and takes a drink.

"You know I hate being pinned down, San." Quinn says as she slaps my arm.

"I was just playing, Q, relax. You know I wouldn't actually hurt you or anything." I tell her, rolling my eyes.

"I know, but it still freaks me out." she says with a slight vulnerability to her voice. I can't help but instantly regret my actions.

"Quinn, really, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." I reply with sincerity. "I didn't realize it was that bad."

"Russell, he used to..." she started, referring of course to her father, "When he was lecturing me, or scolding me, he'd pin me down. Not like you were, not straddling me...but he'd make sure I was in place so I'd listen."

"I didn't know...Q, I'm sorry."

"Nobody does, except Judy." she admitted, talking about her mother.

That statement alone enraged me. How could she let him do that to her daughter? I sat back on the couch silently, my face hard, as I willed myself not to make the comment out loud.

"San, really, it's okay. You didn't know." she tried to assure me, rubbing her hand down my arm.

"I do now." I finally tell her, looking over to her and in her eyes. "If I have my way, nobody will hurt you like that again."

~Present day~

Santana walks out of her office for the day, smiling as she thinks about going home. Her phone begins to ring in her purse, as she digs for it, she wonders who it could be. It wasn't "Take My breath Away" playing, so it wasn't Quinn. She finally gets to it and answers before it goes to voicemail.

"Santana Lopez?"

"Yes, it is, who is this?"

"My name is Desiree, and I'm the charge nurse of the emergency room at Mount Sinai Hospital. Miss Quinn Fabray has been brought in. You were listed as her emergency contact."

"Shit...what happened to her?!" Santana asked in a panic, as she hailed down a cab. "Is she okay?"

"She's awake, and has been asking for you. I'm sorry but that is the only information I can give you over the phone, ma'am."

"I'm on my way." Santana assures the nurse as she gets into the cab hanging up the phone, and giving her attention to the driver. "Mount Sinai hospital, as fast as possible!"