CHAPTER 7

Quinn was laying face down on her bed crying her heart out. When she saw Santana kissing Brittany she felt like somebody ripped her heart out of her chest.

I knew it! It was only matter of time before she went back to her. Brittany doesn't deserve her, she had her chance and she blew it. I was so stupid to think that maybe someday she would love me. I never thought it'll hurt this bad, though. She thought to herself.

She turned to her right side, took a Kleenex from her nightstand and wiped the tears from her eyes. Now she was staring at her window. She could see the sun setting.

Oh God, Why did I fell in love with her? Of all people, why her? It's her fault for being so damn beautiful... and sexy… and those eyes… No! Stop it, Quinn! Don't think about her! Control yourself. Get her out of your mind. She kept staring at her window.

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Santana finally managed to stop crying. She got up, walked over to the kitchen sink and splashed some water on her face. She was still confused, sad and angry from her fight with Brittany. She didn't even know how everything went downhill. After calming down a bit she walked upstairs to check on Quinn, she hadn't seen her since she left her and Brittany making the pop corn. Hopefully she didn't witness their awful fight.

When she got to Quinn's room the door was closed, so she knocked. No response. She opened the door and saw Quinn curled up into a ball in her bed.

"Quinn?" she said carefully. Quinn didn't answered. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine." Quinn said coldly. She didn't even turn around to see her friend.

"You don't seem fine. What's wrong?" There was worry in her voice.

"Nothing. Can you please leave? Thanks." Quinn was still staring at her window. She knew making eye contact with Santana would break her again.

"What? Why?"

"I want to be alone." Quinn snapped.

"Quinn."

"Don't you have somewhere else to be? Go out with your girlfriend and leave me alone." She said coldly.

"What girlfriend? What the…" Santana realized what Quinn was talking about. "Oh. You saw us."

"Yes. If you wanted to be alone with her you could've said so. " She said bluntly.

"It's not like that. She kissed me and I…" Santana tried to explain what happened, but she was cut off by Quinn who looked over her left shoulder to look at her.

"You kissed her back, didn't you?"

"Yes, but…" Tried to explain again.

"Whatever." Quinn went back to stare at her window.

"Why are you mad?" Now Santana was more confused than ever. What the hell is going on?

"I'm not mad. I don't care if you go back with her."

"I'm not going back with her! I'm over her." she said in frustration.

"If you say so."

"Even though you're being a bitch, I'm not leaving you alone. I'll be downstairs." She turned around, slammed Quinn's door and went downstairs. When she got to the living room she plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.

What the hell is her problem? Sometimes I truly believe she's bipolar or some shit like that. Whatever, I'll just wait until she's back to normal to have a serious talk with her. Meanwhile let's enjoy whatever movie this is. Santana thought to herself.

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In the morning, Quinn was surprised to see she was alone in her bed. She thought Santana would join her in the middle of the night while she was asleep. When she walked downstairs and got to the living room she saw the TV on and Santana sleeping on her couch. She had her right arm over her chest and she even had the remote on her hand.

Ok, this is beyond adorable. She looks so cute. Quinn thought. She gently removed the remote out of her friend's hand and turned the TV off. Then she walked to the kitchen to make some breakfast. She wasn't really a good chef, but her food was pretty decent. She was frying some bacon when she heard a soft voice behind her.

"You're not mad anymore, right?" Santana was standing in the kitchen's door with her arms crossed. Quinn turned around and looked at Santana.

"I wasn't mad."

"Oh, please." Santana looked at her in disbelief.

"Fine. I was kind of mad."

"See, that wasn't so hard." She teased Quinn.

"Sit down, breakfast is almost ready. And where are your shoes?" Quinn turned back to her frying bacon.

"Somewhere around your living room" Santana obeyed, and sat down on one of the stools. Quinn put a plate with scrambled eggs and bacon in front of her. Santana poured orange juice in Quinn's glass and then hers.

"This actually looks good."

"Thanks. You should taste it first, though." Quinn giggled. "But I can assure you the bacon is perfectly fried."

"You and your bacon." Santana said shaking her head. "You should get married already."

"I would if I could." Both girls laughed.

"Nice job, Fabray. It doesn't taste that bad." Santana said after taking a bite of her breakfast.

"Thank you." Quinn smiled.

"So, we need to have a serious talk, Q."

"I know. What about tomorrow?" She said playfully.

"I'm serious, Quinn. After breakfast." Santana gave her a stern look.

"Fine." Quinn said pouting.

Both girls finished their breakfast and cleaned the kitchen. Quinn was trying to postpone the 'talk' by taking too long doing the dishes, but she couldn't postpone it forever. Both girls headed to the living room and sat on Quinn's couch.

"Now, tell me why you were mad at me." Santana asked in a serious tone.

"I wasn't really mad at you. I was just mad." Quinn shrugged.

"Why?"

"I don't wanna tell you." She was getting nervous, which made her look away from Santana.

"Quinn."

"I don't want to lose you. Please don't make me tell you." She looked Santana in the eye.

"You won't lose me." Santana put her hand over Quinn's and squeezed her hand gently. "And I'm not going to make you to tell me. But clearly something's going on. And that something made you kick me out last night."

"Sorry about that." She gave Santana an apologetic look. "Well, I … umm… you promise you won't freak out?"

"I promise."

"I… ermm… I sort of have feelings for you." She said hesitantly.

Santana didn't see that one coming. She was shocked. "Ok. What kind of feelings?" She asked. Are you an idiot, Santana? What kind of question is that? I know what kind of feelings. She mentally scolded herself.

"The I-like-you-more-than-friends kind of feelings." Quinn hated how vulnerable she sounded. She decided that telling Santana that she 'likes her' instead of 'loves her' would be less shocking, but after watching Santana's reaction she felt like telling her even that was a huge mistake. She couldn't take it anymore.

"Quinn… I…umm…" For the first time in a long time Santana was speechless, Quinn got her off guard. Her brain was starting to work again when Quinn suddenly got up from the couch.

"I have to go." Was the only thing Quinn said, and then she ran to the door.

"Quinn! Wait!" Santana quickly found her shoes and put them on. "Quinn!" She ran to the door too but, by the time she got to the street, Quinn was nowhere to be seen. "Fuck!" She yelled.

Ok, calm down. Just think. Where would she go without her car? It has to be some place near. And then it hit her. "The park!" She said to herself. She started running towards the park where Quinn took her on a picnic a couple of days ago.

When she got there she went directly to that spot where they had their picnic. She remembered the big oak that was there. She was getting closer to the oak when she saw a familiar blonde. Quinn was sitting on the grass, she had her knees pulled to her chest, her back and head were resting on the oak. She had her eyes closed. Santana could tell she had been crying.

"I knew you'd be here." Santana said softly, getting closer to Quinn.

Quinn opened her eyes and looked at Santana, who was looking at her with a concerned face.

"I didn't think you'd find me." She closed her eyes again.

Santana moved closer and kneeled down next to Quinn. She spread Quinn's legs a little to sit between them and she rested her back on her chest. Quinn was surprised by this, she stretched her legs and she put her arms around Santana's body.

"This feels nice." Santana said softly.

"I know. It feels… right." She sighed. "I'm sorry for running away. Twice. "

"It's ok. I probably would've done the same thing."

"So, you're not mad, right?" Quinn looked down to see her friend.

"Of course not. I wouldn't be here if I were mad."

"I'm glad you found me." She rested her cheek on Santana's head.

"Me too. By the way, I was going to tell you something before you ran away."

"You can tell me now." She looked at Santana again.

"I don't know. I'm pretty tired because I ran miles and miles looking for some crazy chick." Santana turned her head to look at Quinn, smirking.

"Well, clearly your mouth is not tired, so tell me."

"Hmm… I don't feel like it." She rested her head on Quinn's chest again and closed her eyes.

"Fine then."

After a couple of minutes Santana spoke again. "I think like you in a more-than-friends kind of way too." She said smiling.

That put a huge smile on Quinn's face.