Unexpectedly Yours

5.

The next morning, Quinn was lying in my arms as I picked up my head and smiled contently. Our legs were wrapped around each other. The best part was that I could hear her little snores. She was so cute when she slept. I turned slightly because I wanted to see what time it was."9:00 am," the alarm read. Not wanting to disturb her sleep I told myself I'd wake her up in a little while. Then I went back to staring at her.

What does she dream about? Who does she dream about?

All of a sudden, I heard her whispered, "Santana, please don't give up!"

This scared me. Why would I give up on her? Is there something she hasn't told me?

Before I could ponder it further she started to wake up.

She fluttered her eyes open and she saw me hovering over her a little bit.

"Um, good morning," she said as she fought with the sleep that wanted to take her again.

"Good morning, Beautiful," I responded without fully thinking it out first.

"Beautiful huh," she replied.

"Crap. Sorry. Hope that's alright," I said and blushed which is hard for me to do considering my skin tone.

Then I looked down at her, smiled, and then said, "You know you're gorgeous!"

She raised her arm and caressed my cheek with her hand.

"It's fine," she said with a lazy smile.

"It's after 9 and I am hungry. Britt is probably up so if we get dressed we can go eat," I said as I got out of bed.

"Totally…" she started, "Hey, San, could I borrow clothes?"

"O-M-G, I'm sorry. Of course. If you wanna stay over again tonight, totally up to you, we'll pick up some of your clothes today," I said.

"You're not getting rid of me that fast, ya hear?" she said confidently.

I jumped up and down in excitement. She just smiled brightly.

I texted Brittany, "10:00 at the diner!"

"Sure." was the response I got.

Then we hurriedly got dressed. I gave her a WMHS sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, which fit her perfectly. Then we grabbed our stuff and ran down the stairs.

"Good morning," my Papi said as he saw us running to the door. We stopped to talk to them.

"Good morning," Quinn responded.

"Where are you going?" my Mami asked.

"We're meeting Brittany at the diner and then we're going to Quinn's so she can get some clothes for tonight. Oh, is it okay if she stays again tonight," I asked hopeful.

"Of course," my Mami said and smiled.

"Thank you very much for your hospitality," Quinn said and smiled.

"You're welcome," my Papi said, "Don't forget you have that assignment to do also."

"We'll do it later. We gotta go," I said as I dragged Quinn out of the house.

We ran to Quinn's car. We drove to the diner while I held her free hand.

"So, what are 'we' going to tell Brittany," she asked cautiously.

"Um, I'd like to tell her what happened last night. Not everything, but the highlights…is that cool?" I asked.

"Um, sure, I guess."

"Oh, what do you want to tell her?" I asked and held my breath.

"I'd like to tell her that we are becoming a couple and that we are starting to learn about each other. How's that?"

"Um, it's better than I ever thought possible," I said and smiled.

We had arrived at the diner and went in. Brittany was already at a booth and waved us over.

"Hey, B!" I said as I plopped in first and then moved over for Quinn.

"Hey, S. Hi, Quinn," Brittany said and smiled.

"How's it going," I asked. It felt like we hadn't seen each other in years because of all that had happened to me.

"Interesting, is the best word, I think," Brittany said.

The waitress walked over and we all ordered breakfast. She left and came back with our drinks.

Quinn asked, "How so?"

I had picked up my chocolate milk and started to drink it.

"Um, Rachel and I are dating…" Brittany replied.

I instantly spat out the liquid and it almost hit Brittany.

"I'm sorry. I must have gone deaf for a second, did you just say that you and Rachel Berry are dating," Quinn asked shocked.

I yelled, "Shit! B you okay?"

"Yea, I didn't shower this morning so thank you!"

Then I smiled at Brittany because I knew how much she wanted this to work out.

"It would appear so," Brittany replied to Quinn.

"Um, ok…Congrats…" Quinn said and smiled.

"And what about you over there? Is you spitting on me a hint as to your reaction," Brittany asked and stared me down.

"What? I think it's going to be interesting. You and 'man hands' are actually going out," I said and chuckled.

Brittany almost laughed, but caught herself and said, "Listen Santana, you know I love you like a sister right?"

"Who doesn't," I joked and smiled widely.

"Yea, well anyway could you please tone down the nick names for Rachel? I want her to feel comfortable around you for when we all double date or something. Can you do that," Brittany asked me.

"I'll try, but I have my rep to watch out for," I said and acted cool.

"Just tone it down a couple of notches, please," she asked again.

I felt Quinn grab my hand and squeeze it.

"Of course, I shall try," I said honestly.

"Thank you, S!" Brittany excitedly said.

"No worries…"

"Now, what's happening over there," Brittany said as she pointed to the hand holding that was happening between Quinn and me.

"Um, we're getting to know each other," Quinn started, "Thank you, by the way for giving me her address."

"Eh, I do what I can," Brittany said and smiled.

I laughed out loud.

"We spent the night at home last night after going to the park and for ice cream," I added.

"Did you two kiss yet," Brittany said.

"Yes ma'am," Quinn said and smiled.

"Who made the first move?" Brittany asked.

"For the kiss?" I asked.

"That was all me," Quinn said proudly.

"There you go," Brittany said and held up her hand for a high five. Quinn smacked it.

"That reminds me," Quinn said and she twisted herself in the booth to face me. She cupped my face in her hands and pressed our lips together. Again it was a sweet and meaningful kiss without the need for our tongues. And again it met every expectation of kissing Quinn.

As she pulled back she smiled. I still was in a trance.

"Is she okay," Brittany asked after several seconds.

"She'll be fine," Quinn responded.

"I feel bad now. She never stayed like that when we kissed," Brittany said and winked.

"What can I say," Quinn said and dusted both of her shoulders, "I'm that good, I guess!"

Just then I came out of the euphoric trance and said, "Who am I? Where am I?"

We all laughed.

"Oh, hey, Quinn…" Brittany started.

"Yes, Brittany," Quinn responded.

"If you hurt her I'll hurt you and make it look like an accident," Brittany sternly stated.

Quinn and I gave each other sideways glances.

"Um, okay then," said Quinn nervously.

Then Brittany started to laugh uncontrollably.

"I was kidding, guys," she said in between taking a deep breath.

"Oh okay," I said relieved.

"But really try not to hurt each other," Brittany said compassionately.

"I'm going to protect with everything I have," Quinn said and caressed my hand.

"I don't plan to," I said and smiled at Quinn.

We finished the rest of the meal, paid and left the restaurant.

"What cha doing for the rest of the day," I asked Brittany.

"Well, I want to start writing that poem. I think my partner is going to flake out," Brittany said.

"Well, if you want to hang out later text me and we'll all do something. Quinn's staying again tonight," I said and smiled.

Brittany winked overdramatically.

We both blushed. Somehow being in Quinn's presence makes me blush. I can't explain it and I don't want it to stop.

We hugged each other.

"Love you, B!" I said as we walked away.

"Love you too, S!"

"Text me later," I said and got a nod in reply.

We all got in our cars and drove away.

"I have to be honest. I always thought that Brittany was a little…I don't know, not smart," Quinn admitted.

"I know…people tell me that a lot. But you know what? She's gonna run the world one day," I said proudly.

Next we went to Quinn's house so she could pick up a new outfit. Trust me, I didn't mind her wearing my stuff. I just thought she'd feel more comfortable in her own clothes.

We pulled into her driveway and saw that there weren't any cars in the front.

"Figures," she said kind of angrily.

"Are they home? Do you want me to stay here?" I asked timidly.

"Santana, get out of the car," Quinn demanded and I obeyed.

We walked up the stairs and she unlocked the door.

"Hello," she yelled.

Dead silence.

"I feel special," she said as she started to ascend the staircase to her room. I followed right behind her. Once we were in her room, I pulled her to me and I hugged her tightly.

"Quinn Fabray, you are very special…to me!" I said in the hug. This statement made her hug me tighter, which I didn't mind at all.

I didn't care how long we'd be hugging each other. A second? Five minutes? An hour? A day?

I would hold her in my arms until she realized how serious I was being.

"I'm not going to let you go until I hear you say, 'Santana, you rock…I totally believe you right now…Thank you for making me feel special!'"

Quinn laughed in the hug and tried to pull away. My grasp on her body tightened.

"Ok, ok… Santana, you rock…I totally believe you right now…Thank you for making me feel special!"

I took my time with releasing her from my hold. Little by little I loosened it. In a few seconds she was out of my embrace and I felt alone, but I took comfort in knowing that I could hug her almost any time I wanted.

She walked over to her closet and pulled out a little suitcase. She put what she needed into it. She grabbed her book bag. Then she looked at me and asked, "Could I go to school with you on Monday. This way we won't have to be separated from each other until we absolutely have to?"

"Sure, I don't see that being a problem," I said and smiled.

"Coolbeans!" she said and we both chuckled.

We finished packing her stuff up and then went home. It's odd. Coming home to my home before Quinn, used to feel dull and empty even though my parents lived there. Now when I come home I feel like I'm coming home to Quinn and that feels amazing.

"What do you want to do?" I asked when we got into my room.

"Can we work on the poem to get it out of the way," she asked.

"Sure…Then I think I have Math homework…"

She got out her English notebook and a pen. Then she sat down on the bed and opened the notebook to a blank piece of paper.

"What do you want to write about?" she asked.

Then I got a great idea.

"How about we write a poem about us," I asked.

She suddenly began to stare at the carpet. It didn't take me long to figure out why.

"Oh Quinn I'm sorry. I totally didn't realize that you probably would want to keep this a secret…" I looked at her sadly.

She must have seen a little of my expression because she said, "I'm not courageous like you, Santana."

"How am I courageous?" I said as I moved over to the bed and sat next to her.

"You're out…and I take it proud. Please don't think that I'm ashamed of you cuz I am not! Okay," she said and looked at me.

"Oh, Beautiful, I know that. I also know that it takes a lot of soul searching and self-acceptance to come out. I know I went through it." I said and smiled.

"Santana, please don't give up!" Quinn kind of yelled at me.

That phrase took me back to this morning when I first heard her say it during her dream.

"Quinn, I'm not. I'm here for the long haul, okay? You don't ever have to doubt that," I continued, "You don't have to worry about anything with me. You come out when you want to. And I'll be right here in the meantime and I'll absolutely be here after," I said as sincerely as possible.

She lunged at me and I lunged at her. We collided and fell backwards onto the bed. It wasn't long before our hands were groping each other's bodies. Each of us moaned constantly in the kisses we gave each other.

"Quinn," I managed to say in the kiss.

"Santana," she replied.

Then I did something that surprised the both of us. I gently pushed her off of me.

"Is everything okay," she asked as she gasped for air.

"Yea, I'm sorry. I…" I started, but didn't really know how to finish the statement.

"You don't want me to do something I wasn't ready to?" she guessed.

"It's more than that. I want our first time to be this magical experience and not something that just happened to us because we were both horny at the same time. Did that make sense?"

"Yes, it did. I appreciate you for allowing me, and us, to take our time. There's no race, I guess," she said.

"Absolutely no race. We are together and that's all that matters to me in this very moment," I said happily.

"Yes, we are together," she said and smiled.

"Ok, ok…back to the matter at hand. What do we write about?" I asked as I grabbed the notebook and pen from her.

"Oh, oh, I think I have an idea. Let's write about life," she said.

"Genius idea…what's the first stanza?"

We both thought about this for some time and then it hit me.

I said and wrote down, "Break…Break free from the haze…Find the end to the maze!"

"Perfect…How about this? 'Pull yourself from the rut…Does it feel like you've been punched in the gut?I know it all too well…Do you feel like you're in your own personal hell?'"

"Wow! That's powerful!" I said happily and wrote it down word for word.

I took a few seconds to think of the next verse. When the lines came to me, I said, "See a brighter tomorrow…One where there's no sorrow…How do you get from here to there?It feels like you're climbing many stairs…But getting nowhere." She nodded her head so I wrote that down.

"We're pretty good at this. I'm shocked!" she said excitedly, "I think I have the next few lines, if I may?"

"Go for it," I replied.

"'This too shall pass!'…They all say…Sometimes you just feel like you want to kick their ass…Though you politely nod your head and silently pray…Pray…That God hears their words and your own…And helps you get to where you want to go."

"Wow, Beautiful, that's amazing! I wrote that down. I think I got another in me," I said happily.

"By all means, go ahead," she said and smiled at me.

"All you can do is hope and pray…Take each day…And be thankful for it…Cuz this is what they call life anyway." She smiled at me so I included those lines as the last stanza of the poem we had created.

"Ok, the most important aspect of a poem is its title. So what are we going to call it?" I asked.

"What about 'Life'?" she asked shyly. I put down the notebook and pen.

"I love that title, Quinn!" I exclaimed, ran over to her, picked her up, and twirled her around a few times.

"Well, my dear it seems to me that we have finished this assignment," Quinn said triumphantly. I placed her back on her feet.

Then I kissed her. It was the first time that I kissed her. I did it as passionately as I could.

"Whoa!" Quinn said after I broke the kiss.

"Tell me about it…Fireworks, every time," I said honestly.

"Aww…you're too cute…" she said and then hugged me.

"What do you feel?" I asked timidly.

"Oh, it's different for me…good different by the way. I'm still getting the hang of it. Hope that's okay?" she asked.

"Yea, sure," I said to brush it off. I then turned around for two reasons. One was that she couldn't see me get a little emotional. The other reason was to put our new poem in my notebook.

In a few seconds, I felt her hand on my shoulder.

"Santana, you alright?"

"Yea, yea, I'm fine," I said too quickly.

"I want us to promise something to each other right now, ok?" she asked.

"What's that?" I asked with my back still facing her.

"We don't lie to each other," she simply said.

"Good idea, but I wasn't totally lying," I replied.

"You were half lying," she questioned.

"Kinda…" I said as I turned around and hung my head down.

She picked my chin up and said, "What were you lying about?"

"That it didn't bother me that you haven't seen fireworks. It means that I'm lacking…" I said.

"Santana Lopez, you're not lacking in anything…do you hear me?" she said.

I nodded, but didn't speak.

"All it means is that kissing a girl is new to me. I'm used to kissing disgusting boys," she said and shivered a little.

I also shivered because I thought about the choice of boys in our school to kiss. They were all less than in my opinion.

"It's about time you found me, Ms. Fabray!" I said and smiled.

"You're telling me…just think I could be on my way to becoming Mrs. Finn Hudson!"

I raised my hand, turned slightly around, and pretended to vomit to show her how disgusted I was.

Quinn laughed and then said, "Now I could have the chance to be Mrs. Santana Lopez…"

My head jolted up and I smiled. It was all I could do at the moment. She recognized this and pulled me into her body and hugged me.

After that we hung out with Brittany at her house. We laughed, ate take out, and watched movies. Rachel had texted Brittany letting her know that her plans had changed and was free. Brittany invited her over to hang out with us.

We watched the last movie together and then me and Quinn left. Brittany said something to Rachel about going out. Rachel was excited.

"What do you want to do, Quinn," I asked her.

"It's too early to go home," Quinn started to say, but caught herself, "I mean back to your house."

"No, you were right the first time," I said and smiled at her.

"Do you just want to talk?" she asked, "I want to talk to you about something."

"Um, sure…we could park on our street and talk," I suggested.

She drove home, but parked a few houses down the street. She turned off the ignition. Then she maneuvered herself to face me.

"Santana, I've immensely enjoyed being with you these past few days," she said.

"So have I…you have no idea," I said hesitantly.

"I'm not sure how to say this and how you'll react," Quinn said.

"Just tell me. The ideas that are floating in my head are probably worse than what you're going to tell me," I replied.

Quinn took a big, deep breath and said, "I'm kinda still with Puck."

"How are you with him," I asked not because I didn't understand, but because I wanted to make sure before I assumed anything.

"We're still dating," she replied.

"Oh," I said and looked down at my hands, which were making fists.

"San," she started to say.

"No, no, I get it. It was stupid of me to think that I could have you. I've been attracted to you for the longest time….Of course this is how it was going to play out," I said and wiped a tear that was falling down my cheek.

She reached her hand up to wipe the tear away herself, but I brushed it away.

"Santana, I am sorry," Quinn said and started to cry.

"Answer me one question…do you love him?"

I looked at her and could see the struggle she was having.

"Do you…love him?" I repeated slowly.

"I-I don't know," she said honestly.

"It's a really simple question I think. You either do or you don't," I said as I became defensive.

"No…No it's not. Before you came into my life I thought that I knew what I wanted," Quinn said.

"Oh, I'm sorry for getting in your way," I replied snidely.

"Santana…"

"What? You were playing with me. I get it, Quinn," I said and tried to grab the handle to the car door so I could leave.

"Wait a minute," she said as she quickly pressed the locked button on the door.

"Open the door," I said.

"Not until you let me finish," Quinn said.

I huffed, folded my arms together, and waited for her to continue.

"Thank you…My whole outlook on life has changed. You manage to make me see all of the positive stuff in me. Puck never did that," Quinn said.

"Yeah, well Puck's a moron!"

I saw her half smile.

"I've heard people say that you can't be in love with two people at the same time…I don't mean to sound mean. Who's it going to be?" I asked.