A/N: So much for the one shot. Here's another chapter for you fantastic readers who requested it. I hope you enjoy.

I've never fidgeted so much on a flight in my life.

I can't think about anything but the girl waiting for me on the other side of the country. I'm headed to the most familiar unknown possible. I know Quinn in such important and deep ways, yet in so many others she is a stranger to me. We've pushed and pulled each other for years, but ever since the wedding-that-almost-was we've maintained a delicate distance. Pleasantries exchanged, occasional messages. Just enough contact to keep us tethered together. Hell, the last time I saw her before our night together was Thanksgiving last year and we slapped each other. No one infuriates me like Quinn does, and I'm fairly certain I have the same effect on her.

I shift in my chair once again, ignoring the glare from the aging creeper next to me. He stared at my tits for the first hour of this flight, so he can deal with my constant shifting.

I look at my watch. 3 hours to go. I wonder where Quinn is right now. I picture her sitting on a train, calmly reading a book for one of her classes, chewing absentmindedly on her lower lip. Even imaginary Quinn is too much for me. I shift again, letting out an exasperated sigh.

We're taxiing to the gate. I have butterflies in my stomach that rival any others I've ever experienced. I take a slow, deep breath. My phone buzzes in my hand.

Quinn: I'm here

My stomach flips at the simple message. I shakily text back the baggage claim number for my flight just as the seat belt light turns off. I practically jump out of my seat and yank my carry on out of the overhead. I impatiently shuffle behind the people ahead of me, then walk as quickly as possible up the jet way to the nearest bathroom. I have a change of clothes in my bag, but I'm so anxious to get down to Quinn that I don't really feel like changing. I look at myself in the mirror and debate. I'm wearing a snug camisole and baggy pants with Nike high tops. My hair is pulled back loosely and I'm barely wearing any make up. I have an insanely tight dress and heels in my bag, along with some extra make up items. I'm still undecided when my phone buzzes again.

Quinn: Don't change. Get down here!

I smile ear to ear.

Me: I have no idea what you're talking about! On my way.

I throw on my hoodie but don't zip it, then pop a piece of gum in my mouth and take a deep breath. One last glance in the mirror and I'm headed down to the baggage claim area. I walk towards where I should be collecting my bag, my eyes scanning for the only face in the world I want to see right now.

"Santana."

I turn around and freeze. She's perfect.

Quinn drops her head to the side and smiles at me. She looks relieved and happy, maybe even somewhat overwhelmed.

I realize I'm just staring at her. My face breaks into a smile too, and I walk up to her. I don't really know what to do though. Hug her? Kiss her? Our eyes are locked for a long moment, until Quinn reaches her arms out and wraps them around my neck. Mine instinctively wrap around her slim waist and I pull her in close. Her face is pressed into my neck and my nerves are jumping at the contact. It's a long, intimate embrace. I don't want to pull apart, but I'm instantly glad when we do. As our faces pass one another, Quinn surprises me by moving her lips to brush mine softly. She hesitates as if awaiting my reaction, and I do not think twice.

I pull her against me again and kiss her fully, my head swimming with ecstasy when she presses her lips to mine with equal intensity. I hear a low whistle before my senses seem to focus only on Quinn. She tastes like spearmint gum and awesomeness. I could stay here forever. Instead, we slowly separate, a small peck following our epic kiss before we lean back and smile shyly at each other.

"Hi."

Wow, I'm clearly very eloquent at the moment.

"Hi," Quinn, her smile broadening.

I just smile back, kind of dumbstruck with happiness and excitement.

"Your bag," Quinn whispers.

"Oh yeah," I say as I remember the stupid bag doing laps on the conveyer belt.

I take her hand and walk to where it is circling around. I grab it off and we turn to leave.

"I'm not going to lie to you, I feel like I'm going to wake up any minute," I tell her as we walk hand in hand to the taxi stand.

Quinn blushes and smiles, and I give her a little grin before handing my bag off to the cab driver and climbing in the backseat. The gorgeous blonde of this real life dream climbs in after me and slides in close.

I give the driver our address in Flatbush and put my arm around Quinn's shoulders. Suddenly I realize she doesn't have a bag with her.

"Where's your stuff, Q?"

"I dropped it off at your loft. I got to New York a few hours ago and figured I'd just go to your place."

"Oh. Did you tell Kurt and Rachel why you're here?"

Quinn laughs that adorably melodic laugh of hers.

"I probably would have, if I had any idea how to explain it. I figured it'd be best for us to talk this one out before I said anything."

I smile ruefully.

"Smart girl. Did they teach you that at Harvard?"

Quinn's eyes widen comically and she looks completely affronted.

"Yale, Santana, I go to Yale."

"Six of one…"

I take in Quinn's offended expression and laugh.

"I'm kidding, Lucy Q. Of course I know where you go to school. Yale is a helluva lot closer to New York than Harvard."

"Did you Google Map that before you got on the plane?"

"Do you have someone spying on me or something? That's twice today you've called me on something you couldn't have known."

"Oh please, I know you better than you do. For example, I know that the minute we got off the phone this morning you threw your phone on the bed and ran around like a crazy woman to start packing. I know that your clothes, clean and dirty, are piled on top of each other in your bag. I know you showered quickly, but didn't wash your hair because it would take you forever to get out the door if you did. Then you put on the most comfortable, but cute, clothes you brought with you and packed a sexy ass dress and some sinfully high heels to change into. Then you probably spent 20 minutes trying to locate the phone you chucked onto the bed in your haste to get out the door. Tell me I'm wrong."

I roll my eyes as I prepare my retort before realizing that literally everything she just said is true. All of it.

"You're a creep."

Quinn smiles at me.

"I'm not a creep, I just know you."

"I know you too, but I don't know what happened on your end after we hung up," I tell her.

"If you really thought about it, I bet you'd come pretty close."

"Maybe. I'm not sure I can think straight right now."

"I'm pretty sure you haven't thought straight in years."

"Har har, Fabray. That was weak."

Quinn laughs at her own stupid joke and my lame comeback.

"Whatever. So what's the plan, superstar?"

I look at her in surprise. I'm supposed to have a plan? Because this feels an awful lot like I have no idea what I'm doing from one moment to the next.

"Plan?"

"Yeah. What happens when we get back to the loft?"

"I guess…I'll go change and we'll go out somewhere and talk. How long can you stay?"

"Three days. Non-negotiable, San. I know you'll try to keep me here longer."

"My, my Quinn Fabray, you certainly think highly of yourself."

"Not as highly as you think of me."

I shake my head at her.

"You better watch it or I'm going to make you share Rachel's bed with her."

"Uh huh. Doubt it."

I throw Quinn an absolutely incredulous look. She's definitely got her sassy pants on today.

The cab slows to a stop and we climb out, pay, and collect my bag.

I feel Quinn slip her hand in mine as I head for the elevator.

I slide the loft door open slowly, hoping I'll have an idea of what my roommates are up to before they pounce. I realize I forgot to ask Quinn what she did tell them for why she's here.

"SANTANAAAAAA!"

I haven't got a foot in the door before Rachel comes running, throwing her arms around me in an enthusiastic embrace. I pat her back awkwardly and look at Kurt with the death glare. For some reason he just laughs at me, and I realize with horror that neither of these two are even remotely afraid of me anymore.

Quinn is laughing behind me, and I turn to glare at her, too. Rachel remains attached to me even as I turn around.

Eventually I peel the arms around my neck off one by one and hold Rachel's shoulders at arm's length.

"Hi, Rach. Did you eat all of the sugar in Wonka's factory and steal one of his oompa loompas?" I ask, gesturing towards Kurt.

The duo I've affectionately dubbed Kurtchel roll their eyes in tandem.

"No, silly! We're just super excited for you!"

I have to smile at that as I walk my bag into my curtained off room, answering over my shoulder.

"Why thank you. Don't get too overexcited yet though, my lawyers are still reading over the contract before it's official."

"Your lawyers?" Quinn sounds humorously doubtful.

"Yes, Quinn, my lawyers. My mom's firm. She reviewed it first, but wanted a "disinterested party" to look it over too. I was like, 'Ma, that whole firm has known me since I was an infant. Pretty sure there isn't a single disinterested person in the building.' But you know how she is. 45 different people will read it over before Monday."

Quinn shakes her head.

"God I miss your mother," she says with a wistful smile.

"I know, right? She's seriously the sweetest human being. I have wondered many times how the hell she produced Santana," Kurt chimes in with a teasing tone.

"Shut it, twinkle toes."

"Oookayyy," Rachel intones before the back and forth goes any further, "what are we doing tonight to celebrate? We're so excited Quinn came down to join us in celebrating your first step towards inevitable superstardom, but we need a plan!"

I look at Quinn with raised eyebrows. I'm not in the least bit interested in celebrating the hugest accomplishment of my life right now. All I want to do is talk to this insanely beautiful girl who has magically reappeared in my life.

"Actually, Rach, could we all celebrate tomorrow night together? I'd really like to spend tonight alone with Santana. We have a lot of catching up to do," Quinn answers for me, her voice slow with uncertainty.

Rachel and Kurt exchange a confused look before Kurt answers.

"Sure."

Again, a look is exchanged. I roll my eyes at them.

"Hey Q, I'm gonna jump in the shower real quick to rinse the coach cabin off of me and then we can head wherever you want."

Quinn gives me her movie star-perfect smile and nods.

I walk into my room and grab a towel. I note Quinn's bag on my floor and smile to myself before I practically jog into the bathroom to get ready.

When I emerge, hardly 20 minutes later, the loft is quiet. I'm immediately suspicious, so I start wandering in search of tweedle loud and tweedle gay.

Instead, I find Quinn lounging on the couch, reading a book.

"Hey, where are the Olson twins?"

Q drops her book and smiles at me. I don't miss how her eyes travel down my body before jumping back to my eyes.

"They went out."

"They went out? Just like that?"

"I might have encouraged them to go out."

"And why would you do that?"

"Because if we stay here and talk instead of going out, you won't wear some incredibly distracting, borderline inappropriate dress that keeps me from being able to think about anything but Mr. Shue's wedding."

My grin is so wide it almost hurts my face and I shake my head. I have no words for this. It feels like something I could only ever dream about.

"I'm serious, Santana. Right now you're actually testing the very limits of my self-control. So could you please go put some clothes on that cover more than they reveal?"

I smirk at her and walk away, still unable to form a coherent response.

This is the same girl who told me, unequivocally, it was a "one-time thing." Even though it wasn't, I still don't know how to handle her…overtness. I'm trying my damnedest not to get myself all wrapped up in my own head.

One thing at a time, Santana. No rush.

When I re-emerge, Quinn is sitting up, waiting for me.

I give her a little twirl.

"Am I covered enough?" I ask sarcastically.

I get an eye roll and a smirk.

"Yes, Santana. You aren't desirable in the least right now."

I laugh, because I know she's full of shit. I sit down on the opposite end of the couch, pulling my legs under me.

"You wish," I snark back at her.

"Actually, I don't. Why would I want you to be any less hot? I just don't want to be staring at your cleavage while we try to talk. It's rude."

"Okay, Fabray, I'm going to have to stop you right there."

Quinn looks at me curiously when I cut off our teasing banter with my sudden seriousness.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, Q. I just…where is this coming from? You've all but ignored me for the better part of a year and now you're so…"

I gesture between us with my hands because I can't think of the right word.

"Honest?" she asks.

"No, that's not it, you're always honest with me. Brutally so."

"Forward?"

"I guess? You're just so…comfortable with this. What happened to it being "more of a one-time thing" for you?"

I do little air quotes with my hands, but my tone is less mocking and more guarded. Quinn sighs and looks down at her lap.

"I…"

The pretty blonde across from me falters. I wait patiently, albeit somewhat nervously.

Quinn closes her eyes and begins to speak slowly.

"I was afraid. I knew I was attracted to you long before that night. I even knew I had some sort of feelings for you the night of our almost arrest."

She flashes a conspiratorial smile my way.

"But that night we spent in the hotel room…it was then that I knew for sure that I was in love with you. I've never wanted to stay in one place and run farther away at the same time like I did that night. There was just too much. Everything between you and me, your breakup with Brittany, my ridiculous affair with my professor—it was just too much for me to really handle. So I ran. I needed to figure myself out before I could really handle talking to you again, ya know?"

I nod and look at her face cautiously, my heart pounding.

"So…what next?" I ask, trying to sound calm.

She shrugs and meets my eyes.

"I don't know, San. I knew I had to come here and see you. That song…that song knocked me off my feet the first time I heard it. I felt like someone had written our story down word for word and I about died listening to it. Little did I know…"

Quinn laughs and I smile.

"Whatever happens from here I want to make sure you know that your song reached me. It woke me up from the Stepford Wife I was numbing myself to become. Hearing your voice this morning just confirmed what I already knew. I miss you. I want you back in my life. I want to work on figuring out what's going on between us. And I want some New York pizza. Like really bad."

I roll my eyes and laugh. I feel lighter, so much lighter, than I've felt in a long time as I get up to find a menu. Pizza is ordered hastily from our favorite local pizzeria and then I hop back onto the couch next to my once again best friend.

She studies me for a second before speaking.

"So, what are your thoughts, Santana?"

"I think that this is the best day of my life so far. I didn't think I'd ever hear you say any of these things, so I'm still trying to get over feeling like this can't be real. It just feels really good to have you back, in any capacity. I've missed you too."

We smile at each other dumbly for a minute, unsure of our next move. I finally sit up and lean towards her a bit.

"Is it okay if I…?"

Quinn bites her lip, her eyes on mine.

"Yes," she breathes as she moves closer to me.

I smile as I close the distance and kiss her soft lips. It is a slow, sweet caress that I feel from head to toe.