A month after arriving at Camp Sacred Heart, Quinn found Santana's assessment of life at the camp to be true. The blonde was still angry that she was there, and sometimes she would cry after a particularly tough day, but for the most part she had adjusted to her new life.
The one thing that did surprise Quinn was how much she ended up liking Santana. After the first morning, the Latina hadn't shown the same hostility to the blonde in public or private.
On Holy Thursday, Quinn and Santana were in their room studying when there was a knock at the door. The Latina jumped out of her chair to answer it. She had been looking for an excuse to stop studying for almost half an hour. On the other side of the door was Christine, Sacred Heart's resident gossip and Santana's sidekick with a large grin on her face. "What's up Red?"
I just overheard the staff meeting. James is going home for Easter and Father Joe is going to New York to fill in for Easter Mass at some cathedral. That means only Sister Kathleen and Sister Iola will be around. I say we convince Jen to give up a few sleeping pills to make sure Sister Kathleen gets a good night sleep.
The Latina smiled widely at Christine's suggestion. "I couldn't agree more."
Quinn had some initial uneasiness about her roommate's plan, but those feelings were quickly pushed aside when the memory of the old nun dismissing disagreed with because she was a "dyke harlot". The blonde let a smile cross her lips. "How can I help?"
At dinner, the plan went off without a hitch. Quinn and Santana started a fight over whether it was acceptable for a woman to be a CEO or if it violated the concept of God given gender roles. When Sister Kathleen went to defuse the situation and tell Quinn that a woman should never hold authority over a man, Christine switched the nun's tonic water with a spiked glass.
By eight o'clock it was confirmed that the pills had work when Sister Kathleen failed to make her rounds. The girls all gathered in Elle and Jen's room to play beer pong and listen to any music other than hymns. Quinn was enjoying the feeling of temporary freedom when a tipsy Santana walked up to her and informed her that it was their turn to compete in the roommate beer pong tournament against Sarah and Katie. "No thanks. I've never played beer pong before."
The Latina's face changed into a pout and whined, "But you have to play, only roommates can compete. You don't have to be good. I'm really good, we'll win anyways. Please?"
The blonde couldn't help but roll her eyes at how cute her roommate was after a few beers. "Ok fine. But if we lose I want you to remember that this is my first time playing so you can't give me shit. Ok?"
A large smile spread across Santana's face as she pulled Quinn with her to the table holding 20 cups filled with some cheap beer Ellen's brother had smuggled her during the last family visit day. "You guys are going down!" Santana taunted Sarah and Katie.
"In your dreams Lopez!" Sarah responded.
Santana wasn't lying when she said she was really good at peer pong. Even with a solid buzz the Latina was able to knock down eight cups. To her own surprise, Quinn knocked down her last two cups, including the game winner. Santana couldn't contain her excitement when the blonde got the ball in the last cup. While an already drunk Elle was trying not to spill the beer she had to drink on herself, the Latina wrapped her arms around Quinn to pull her into a victory hug. On the way in, Santana's lips made contact with the blonde's.
Quinn froze. What did this kiss mean? Was it an overflow of emotion after winning? Or was it something more? She had never been kissed by another girl out side of Truth or Dare or Spin the Bottle by girls she had known her whole life and, to her knowledge, had not been anything but straight. The blonde pulled herself away from her thoughts before she got too carried away.
The girls decided to call it a night after Quinn and Santana won the beer pong tournament, none of them were looking forward to waking up for breakfast in six hours.
On the short walk back to their room, Quinn was trying to think of a way to ask Santana about the kiss without making it seem like she was doing anything other than understand what had happened between them. After she closed the door, the blonde found her roommate already fast asleep with all of her clothes still on. As adorable as Santana was when she was drunk sleeping, the only thing Quinn could focus on was the fact that she would have to wait until the next day to find out what the kiss meant.
Quinn was awoken by the now familiar sound of the alarm clock. After a month, the blonde gave up on complaining about the annoying appliance to save some of her energy for the rest of the day. To her surprise, Santana did not immediately wake up and start getting ready for the day. Instead, the Latina groaned and buried her head under the pillow. Quinn sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook her shoulder, "Santana, are you ok?"
The Latina shifted so her squinting eyes could be seen. "Did I get hit by a truck?"
"No, you just drank a lot," Quinn stated matter-of-factly.
"Fuck, I don't even remember anything after our second game of beer pong."
The statement struck Quinn. Santana wasn't even black out drunk when she kissed her. As badly as the blonde wanted to find out her roommate's motive behind kissing her, she knew that her primary focus had to be on helping Santana through her hangover.
Getting Santana to breakfast on time and through the meal without drawing attention from Sister Kathleen was not easy. The nun may have been old and experiencing a hangover of her own, but she was still able to pick up on the dry heaving happening at Quinn and Santana's table.
After successfully making it through breakfast, the girls went back to their room to enjoy their free hour before Saturday morning Bible study. Before Santana could leave for the bathroom, Quinn stopped her. "What did that kiss mean last? I know you remember doing it because you said you didn't black out until after the second game. I just want to know so we can figure out how things are going to be from now on."
There was a considerable silence when Quinn finished. The blonde was holding her breath with anticipation as she waited for Santana to answer. The Latina had a pensive expression when she thought about exactly what she wanted to say to her roommate. "Quinn, I'm sure you've heard that drunk works, or in this case actions, are sober thoughts. I'm not going to say that saying is a load of crap because it's not. I've been attracted to you since I first saw you. I gave you such shit that first day because that's the only way I know how to flirt. Since then, I've gained a genuine respect for you and your work ethic and all of the goals you have. When we won that game I saw your fun side and our ability to work together. All of that, combined with your beauty was over-whelming to my drunk self and I just couldn't stop myself. Having said that, I'm not naïve, I understand the situation we're in and even if you return my feelings, it would be insane to risk getting caught and risk our relationships with our families. I know I just dropped a lot on you, so I'm going to get ready and then go to Christine's room before Bible study. I just want to give you some space to think about what I just said. If you want to talk about it later we can. If not and you just want to move on, that's ok too.
Before Quinn could say anything, Santana grabbed her toothbrush and washcloth and left. There was still about forty-five minutes before Bible study, all there was to do was think about what had just happened.
The blonde sat on her bed and started reflecting on what Santana had said. Santana clearly liked her, but did she return those feelings on more than a physical level? Sure, on the first day she was rude, but since then she had been nothing but caring friendly. She had repressed her sexuality for so long and was now in a place where it was not appropriate to explore it, but Quinn would be lying if she said the idea of dating Santana didn't interest her.
Before Quinn could go further into her feelings about Santana and what she had told her, she looked at the clock and saw that if she didn't leave right away, she would be late.
Bible study was more painfully long than usual. Quinn wanted to talk to Santana about everything she had thought about. Finally, after four hours of Sister Kathleen making them discuss verses about deception, the girls were let out and had the rest of the day to themselves. Most of the girls planned to watch a movie, but Quinn and Santana knew they had something more important to do.
Santana was sitting on her bed, nerves clear on her face. It was the first time Quinn saw her roommate look anything but completely confident. The blonde made her way over to join her roommate on her bed, taking her hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I appreciate your taking the risk of telling me how you feel about e. I wouldn't have been brave enough to do what you did if I was in your shoes. I thought very seriously about what you told me and I can't say that I have no interest in seeing if we could work as more than just friends."
The Latina instantly perked up at the blonde's proposition and the biggest smile Quinn had ever seen spread across Santana's face, "Really?"
"Yes I mean it."
Unable to contain her excitement, Santana leaned in the kiss Quinn. The kiss started off innocent enough, but quickly became heated when the Latina inserted her tongue into the blonde's mouth. When Quinn didn't push her off, Santana felt emboldened enough to push her roommate onto her back before climbing on top of her, their lips never breaking contact.
The girls laid on the bed enjoying kissing each other until Santana's hand made its way under Quinn's shirt and started its journey north towards the blonde's breast.
As great as the kiss was, Quinn broke it. "San, we have to stop. We might get caught and I like to be romanced a little."
Santana got off of Quinn while considering what she had just said. "So, you want me to take you on a date?"
"The short answer would be yes," Quinn stated.
"Quinn I'm not sure if you've notice, but we go to a pray-away-the-gay "boarding school" in the middle of nowhere. I just can't think of any date location possibilities."
"We don't have to go anywhere to have a date." The blonde leaned in and pecked Santana on the cheek. "You're smart, I'm sure you'll think of something. I'm off to take a shower."
Santana flopped back onto her bed as she let out a sigh that was a combination of exhaustion and amusement. "This girl is going to be the death of me."