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Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, if I did, Finn wouldn't be the hero all the time.
I woke up at the sight of Quinn propped up on her elbow, staring at me. "Stalker," I smile at her. She rolls her eyes. "I didn't quite say 'hi' yet," she blushed.
"Hi," I chuckle.
"Hi," she laughs back at me.
"So, you wanna go grab some breakfast and go to the beach or pool after?" I ask with one eyebrow raised.
"Sure, we can catch up after breakfast then," she replied.
"I think we caught up pretty well last night," I dragged out with a smile. It made her blush. I love how she can be so dominant and aggressive in action, but the second I start to talk about it, she turns into a blushing, fumbling little girl. It's kinda adorable.
She playfully slapped my shoulder and got out of the bed, "Shotgun the bathroom!" she yells before disappearing through the door that leads to the bathroom.
"Seriously, you just got here and you're already calling dibs on my bathroom?" I yell back playfully. I hear a muffled chuckle from the bathroom and fall back in a light sleep.
I was woken up the second time by a weight pressing down on my stomach. "Hey sleepyhead, go get dressed, I'm hungry." It became more clear to me how much softer she spoke the entire time, but I didn't make too much out of it.
I went through the same door she went through before and got dressed in a matter of seconds. We talk all the way while walking downstairs and I get in on all the Lima news. -which isn't much, 'cause you know, it's Lima.
I don't have a lot to tell her, just that I missed her and Puck and that I wished I brought my MacBook so we could Skype.
We join my parents at the table they picked out and their faces light up when they spot Quinn beside me.
"Quinn!" My parents said in unison.
"Hey Mr. Lo, Mrs. Lo," She happily greeted my parents.
"So good to see you," My dad smiled. "Hello," I interjected, "daughter right here." I waved my arms dramatically above my head. My dad just ignored me, "We didn't know you already arrived," He turned to me with a smirk, obviously indicating that he did know.
My eyes filled with fear, sure my parents were awesome and stuff like that, but they didn't know their daughter had been sleeping with her best friend in -well, in like forever. And there was no way they knew unless they'd heard us.
Brittany walked by just as my father continued. "Okay, we're not gonna lie, we did know. Can you girls be a little bit more quiet next time? I mean, we were just next door, at least at home we were downstairs, the sounds were a little more muffled then." Quinn and my face reddened at the exact same time. How long had they known exactly?
"I- Uhm, we- I mean- well, we- I-" I stumbled over my words. What does one reply to that?
"Oh come on Mija," My mom cut me off, "It's not like you've been very discrete or anything, what did you expect us to think when you both came into the kitchen after hours of muffled noises, all sweaty and out of breath asking for a snack?"
Okaaay, didn't see that one coming, they know there are people around, right? It wasn't until then that I found the courage to look up, just to see Brittany still standing there.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Lopez," Quinn said obviously ashamed.
"For what exactly, dear? And what's up with the 'Mrs. Lopez' ? You know I don't like that." She smiled a smile that was almost too sweet for the situation.
"You guys don't mind?" I choke out.
"No, why?" My mother asks, genuinely confused.
"Even if I tell you guys that we're not together?" I ask, 'cause I know how much my parents like sincerity.
"Yet." My father finishes my sentence that was actually already finished. I wait for Quinn to say something like: 'No, we're both straight' or 'That's not gonna happen' but she doesn't. So I stay quiet as well.
When I look up Brittany is gone. I settle on talking to her later.
I practically drag Quinn out to the pool because it's too damn hot to stay outside in the sun. Turns out the water is hot as well. Thank you sun.
After two hours of splashing each other, breathing contests and actually swimming a bit too, Quinn and I decide to lay beside the pool. We're dry in a matter of seconds, but stay in that position to talk about how amazing the resort is. Afterwards we go to the game room and play some COD on the PS3 like we used to at home. As usual I kick her ass, but she's getting there.
After two games I catch Brittany walking by out of the corner of my eye.
"Hey Britt." I wave at her.
"Oh, hey San." She smiles at me. "Who's this?" she turns to Quinn.
"This is Quinn, my bestie."
"My bestie." Quinn confirmed.
"My best friend." I end our usual introduction with a high pitched 'best'. Brittany smiled, "The love of your life."
My eyebrows knit together indicating I had no clue what she means. I can feel Quinn freeze beside me.
"Your phone?" She replies as if that was supposed to make it any clearer, "the day I met you she called you and your phone said, 'the love of my life (Quinn)'" I start laughing in realization. "Oh, I have to tell you, that was very mature of you," I say when I've turned to face Quinn.
She smiles her big, fake smile at me, "Why thank you Santroll."
"You're the one that keeps trolling me here, Quinnie." She hates that nickname. And for that very reason, I love it.
"So, who's your friend?" Quinn asks me curiously.
"Oh, this is Brittany," I smile at the taller blonde.
"Brittany, I've heard so much about you!" Quinn exclaims excitedly, I furrow my eyebrows 'cause I haven't really mentioned her. I was busy doing... stuff.
"Really?" Brittany asks my best friend with her bright smile and an adorable shine in her eyes. Too bad I knew my best friend was going to ruin that adorable look right now.
"No." Quinn deadpanned.
I roll my eyes at my best friend's answer. "Sorry, she's just like that." I apologize to Brittany who just smiles in return. Quinn fakes to be hurt by putting her hand over her heart dramatically.
"Well, I have to go now, I'll leave you two love birds alone," she teases before walking away.
"What was that about?" Quinn asks me, referring to the nickname.
"That's what you get for changing your ID in my phone." I smirk at her.
It was a couple of days later when I find myself walking over to Brittany's room since Quinn is in my -our room sleeping. She was kinda tired after... She was just tired. When I reach her door I hear her yell at Mercedes in a language I don't understand.
"Mercedes, je hebt jouw natte handdoek op mijn favorite trui gelegd! Mijn trui is kletsnat! Don't you think before you do something? Als de rollen omgekeerd zouden zijn, zou je er nooit over ophouden!" It was weird to hear Brittany yell like that.
"I didn't understand half of what you just said, what did I do wrong?"
"You threw your wet towel on my favorite hoodie, Mercedes. It's soaking wet." Brittany sighed at the other side of the door.
"Ow," That one syllable ended their conversation before I knocked on the door.
Mercedes opened the door and raised her eyebrows in suprise.
"What was that all about?" I ask genuinely confused.
"When she gets 'mad' she starts yelling in Dutch, so I don't understand what she's saying, but sometimes it's better I don't." She finger quotes 'mad' and continued when she saw my eyebrows knit together in confusion. "She's never really mad."
"Oh, so anyway, you gonna let me in?"
Mercedes stepped aside so I could enter the hotel room. Brittany was seated with her dead in her hands. It was obvious that the hoodie wasn't the only reason she was so down. I mean, come on, it'll dry.
"Hey Britt-Britt," I smiled widely at her. She perked up and a smile that reached her eyes was plastered on her face when she heard the nickname.
"Hey," she replied, the smile never leaving her face.
"So," I started, "you wanna go grab dinner or something?" She shot up from her seat after the word dinner, grabbed my hand and dragged me outside.
"Wow, do they let you starve in here or what?" I joked lightheartedly.
"Mercedes is driving me crazy, I love the girl and all, but being together 24/7 is just too much for us. I needed to get out of there, so thanks for saving me." She smiled and winked at me.
I bowed mockingly and smiled widely. I hadn't talked to her the last couple of days and I kinda missed her sillyness.
"My pleasure, milady." She slapped my shoulder playfully.
Once we got downstairs she stopped dead in her tracks which caused me to almost bump into her. "What about Quinn? Oh my God, we just totally forgot about your girlfriend." Her eyes grew wide at the thought.
"First of all," I listed off, "She's still not my girlfriend, second: we didn't forget about her, she's sleeping, third: I'm grabbing dinner with you, she's a big girl, she can feed herself."
"Oh, I thought- Well- I heard your parents and- I, I was-" I felt my cheeks redden at the thought of her overhearing the conversation me and Quinn shared with my parents. Sure, I saw her standing there, but I didn't expect her to hear what was said. Which was stupid because she was standing less than two feet away.
"Never mind," I smiled my sweetest smile at her to make sure she knew it was okay to assume that, "let's go get something to eat."
Dinner ended up to be amazing, Brittany kept on talking about her cat and her unicorn hoodie that Mercedes almost ruined. She also filled me in on the things I missed out on because I didn't go out with her and her friends. I found out more things we have in common and she kept on smiling so very sweetly at me. What seemed like minutes turned into hours and soon enough it was getting pretty late. We were lucky the dining room of the hotel didn't have a closing time, so we could stay and talk as long as we wanted to. And even though I could see my parents from where I was seated, and I was sure they could see me as well, they were nice enough to leave us alone and not come and embarrass me.
Brittany laughed at almost everything I said -which were mostly memories I made with my two best friends- she was just great company. But I already knew that.
Afterwards I found myself in front of her hotel room door. I was unbelievable how silent it was in there, what with her friends being so very, very loud. Especially that Rachel chick, which apparently is man-hands' name. Pshhh, I knew that.
"So, I had a lot of fun," I said while smiling widely to break the silence and silence, y'know, it was completely true.
"Yeah, me too," she replied without missing a beat.
Before I could respond to that she was leaning in and pecked my cheek sweetly. I was smiling so brightly that I thought my jaw was going to break. Before I left I had to know why her room was so silent though. Damn you curiousness.
"Why does you room sound like someone just killed everyone in there?" I asked.
"The girls are out with their boyfriends and Mike is off somewhere, leaving me alone, so thanks for going to dinner with me." She smiled.
"My pleasure," I smiled genuinely at her, "so, you're alone now?" I asked 'cause I feel kinda really sorry for her. What kind of friends go on a vacation with you, just to leave you all by yourself?
"Yeah," She replied with her eyes locked on the ground while she played with the hem of her shirt.
"I don't have anything to do," I shot back a little more flirtatiously that necessary.
Her eyes shot up and locked with mine. Her smile changed into a smirk, she grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the hotel room.
"You wanna watch a movie?" she asked excitedly while jumping on her bed.
"Sounds fun," I answer while slowly walking over to the bed, not sure where I should sit. She motioned for me to sit on the bed next to her and pressed play after putting in a movie.
During the entire movie she kept throwing glances at me, trying to be subtle, but I caught it every time. Somewhere in the middle of some Disney-movie that I wasn't paying that much attention to, she stared at me for a longer time.
"What?" I asked, turning to face her with a smile on my face.
"Nothing," She replied innocently before redirecting her attention to the TV. I kept staring et her though, and knitted my eyebrows together. After several minutes I turned back towards the TV as well and I felt her snuggle into my side. I couldn't help the huge grin that crept up my face.
She stared at me again, even longer this time and when I turned my head to face her, our faces were inches apart. I caught her glancing at my lips for a second before she redirected her eyes to mine. I didn't need to be Edward Cullen to know what she was thinking. That was a good thing by the way, because I don't want to sparkle in the sunlight. Her intentions became even clearer when she slowly leaned in. I didn't stop her, I just waited. A clever man once told me that when you didn't know what to do, you should just wait and see.
Okay so it was my dad and it was two weeks ago, but that so not the point.
She glanced up at my eyes one more time before closing hers and removing the totally unnecessary gap between us. Her lips felt soft against my own and it might have been the best thing I'd ever experienced. You're straight Santana, straight. Kissing girls is not going to change that, right? Right.
A/N: Sorry Quinntana fans, that had to happen in favor of the story. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, though. So if you have time, let me know what you think?
Thank you so much for reading.