Remember that awkward moment when I lied about posting...like 3 days ago? Yeah, me neither.

But in all seriousness: 1. It was memorial day, cut me some slack...please? 2. My nephew stole my laptop to watch cartoons...so there was that, too.

Without further ado...enjoy.

Walking through the doors, the loud music and packed room alerted the blonde that the party was already full swing. The swarming bodies around her made it slightly difficult to pass through. Not to mention, she all of a sudden felt like she had entered a suana. She could practically feel the sweat coming off of her dancing classmates as she made hew way to the center of what used to be a living room.

Glancing around the room, she noticed that Mercedes had attempted to make the party look as festive as possible. The house was dark, but she could still spot the tones of red and oddly placed hearts around the room.

It was the first time she had actually remembered that it was Valentine's Day.

Red strobe lights flickered from different corners of the room, giving the house more of a nightclub feel. She was pretty sure that had been Puck's doing; he was known to like his parties dimly lit.

When Mercedes' told her about the party, she hadn't asked who else she was invited. However, she was relieved to see that this was hardly another of their Glee Club parties. She had spotted some of her fellow cheerios on the makeshift dance floor around her, happy to see they had decided to show up. If the aggressive hooting was any sign, she could almost positively assume that there was a horde of football guys in the kitchen where she assumed the alcohol was. Her suspicions were proven correct when not too much later they, led by Puck, began making their way up front, some breaking to join the dance floor and others headed outside where she had noticed some other kids from school; each with a red solo cup at hand.

She wanted nothing more than to make a beeline for the kitchen to grab her own, but she knew that she had to find either Santana or Rachel, or both of them, first. She had already told them both that she needed to talk to them about their...feelings. This was definitely not the ideal setting to have the talk that talk, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to see them and just act like she hadn't been tearing her hair out about it all morning.

She had to say something them tonight. What, she still didn't really know.

What is a girl supposed to do when she finds out that both of her best friends are in love with her?

Okay, maybe she was being a little dramatic. No one said anything about love.

But then again, she never heard explicitly from them that they felt anything for her.

But then again again, everyone seemed pretty sure that song had been about her.

But, when you assume, you make an ass out of you and me.

But, now all those serenades actually made sense.

And the questions.

And the rides.

And the jealousy.

And the fighting.

And the sweater.

And the fucking fighting.

She had been going back and forth with herself all day and all it really did was give her headache.

She honestly didn't know how she felt about having two people fight over her. It had happened once a while ago when she was dating Puck and Finn had attacked him in a vengeful rage, convinced he still wanted the cheerleader.

Which was just stupid because he had clearly been smitten with Rachel.

She had thought they were both idiots.

But Santana and Rachel aren't Puck and Finn.

Biggest difference: they HATE each other.

Puck and Finn had easily been able to makeup afterwards, having gone back to being best bros soon after. No matter how this situation turned out between Santana and Rachel, if there was ever a chance the two could be friends, it would be completely demolished. Quinn was perfectly aware how protective and possessive the two got over their partners; it was the one thing they have in common. They would hate each other more than they ever have before.

She sighed. She was thinking too hard to be in the middle of a party. She needed to find them before she was taken to the hospital for an aneurysm.

Doing another scope of the room, she frowned when her eyes landed on none other than her self-proclaimed arch nemesis.

Artie.

She narrowed her eyes as he made his way directly towards her. He was the absolute last person she wanted to run into.

"Abrams"

"Quiiin." The way he slurred her name informed her of how drunk the boy already was. She felt a slight pang of jealousy.

"Go home, Abrams. You're drunk." She said icily, intending to walk away and continue her search.

Quickly rolling into her path, Artie cut her off, "W-wa-wait. I wanted to talk to you."

Exhaling deeply, Quinn returned her attention back to the wheelchair bound boy. "What could you possibly have to say to me?"

"I'm sorry."

She definitely hadn't been expecting that. She dropped her glare as the boy continued.

"W-hat happened between me and…"

"Sugar?"

"Sugar! It's not that I regret it. I-I reaaaally do like her. And I have for a long time." Quinn couldn't stop the eyeroll. "But it sh-shoouldnt have happened like that *hiccup* ya know?"

As much as Quinn wanted to hear this, she wished the boy didn't have to be so drunk. The slurring was kind of taking away from the sentiment.

"She was just like, SUUUUPER upset and I was like…" he made a motion with his hands that looked like it might've been a heart. Maybe.

Not wanting this to go on any longer, Quinn cut the boy off, "Artie. As much as I appreciate you coming to me, I would rather have this conversation while you're not like…" she eyed the inebriated boy up and down "…this. Some other time." she declared with finality.

"Yeah, yeah fosho!" he all but yelled as Quinn patted his shoulder and walked in another direction.

Having yet to find either of the girls she was looking for, Quinn stood in the surprisingly long bathroom line. She wasn't going to piss herself just because Rachel and Santana decided to become ninjas today.

Feeling her phone buzzing in her back pocket, she pulled it out to see a message from Santana.

You here yet, Fabray? Tryna get my drink on.

So she wasn't drunk yet. Perfect.

Why it never occurred to her to text either of them was completely beyond her.

As she began typing out a response to Santana, she felt two arms wrap around her waist. She immediately noticed they were too thin and soft to belong to a guy. Which, thank god. She didn't feel like tearing someone a new asshole right now.

The figure behind her pushed up against her back, reaching for her ear.

"Did you miss me?"

Eyes widening, she immediately turned around.

"Sugar?!"

"I miss hearing you yell my name like that." Sugar said, saucily.

"Wait, what?" Quinn was completely flabbergasted. Why in the world was Sugar here? And all up on her?

The blonde cheerios backed up into the wall as Sugar stepped more into her personal space. Glancing around, she prayed that neither Rachel nor Santana decided to finally make an appearance. She didn't need to add a girl-fight to the list of things stressing her out.

As she felt the girl's hand land on her waist, she added Artie to that list.

"Sugar, what are you doing? Are you drunk?" she removed the girl's hand from her waist.

"I miss you Quinnie," Sugar whimpered, pitifully, moving closer. "Don't you miss me?"

It was the same thing the girl used to always tell her when Quinn would leave her to go to Cheerio's practice, or hangout with Santana and Brittany, or do homework with Blaine, or sleepover Mercedes', or drive Rachel home. Pretty much when she went to do anything that didn't involve the other girl. The way Sugar would look at her would melt her heart and she would feel so bad that she'd do pretty much anything for her girlfriend to make up for upsetting her. It usually consisted of Quinn buying her something (which was hard because the girl literally owned everything) or sex. Quinn found she could never really complain about the latter.

This time, however, it just made her furious. She was already tearing herself up about the Rachel/Santana situation. She didn't need Sugar coming to make everything worse.

It also made her heart sink to her stomach.

This girl that she had given her all to, this girl that had taken her heart, stomped on it and spit over it for good measure, was the same girl that was now encircling her arms around Quinn's neck and standing just a little too close for comfort.

The thought of how much pain this girl had recently put her through did nothing but fuel the anger in her heart leftover from the hurt she'd felt.

Pushing her away, Quinn leveled her ex with the best icy glare she could muster through the angry tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "You don't get to touch me."

She could barely see it in the poorly lit hall, but she couldn't mistake the pang of hurt that swept across her ex-girlfriend's face. Good. Maybe they'd finally be on the same level.

"Baby, you've got to understand…"

"Understand what?" Quinn was aware that she was raising her voice, something that she'd only done a handful of time with Sugar, but she couldn't help the anger that was pouring out of her. "YOU dumped ME. You cheated on me! What the hell do I need to understand? You made yourself crystal fucking clear."

Rather it was her tone or her language, Sugar seemed to be at a loss of words and Quinn took that opportunity to eliminate herself from the situation, long sense forgetting she needed to use the bathroom as she walked away.

She barely heard over the music shaking the house, but it made her legs stop and her back stiffen.

"I think I'm in love with you, Quinn."

Turning around, Quinn found that Sugar had already taken off.

Walking past the dance floor, Quinn sat on the coach, running a hand through her blonde locks.

Sugar was in love with her. What was she supposed to do with that?

This was all just a mess.

Before she could lose herself in her thoughts, she felt someone sit next to her.

"Are you okay?"

It was Tina. Quinn had never been happier to see the girl. She didn't think she could handle running into anybody else involved her situation again.

Turning to face her glee mate, Quinn smacked a smile on her face. "I'm great. Just got tired from dancing is all" she lied.

Tina didn't believe her. Not for a second. But she didn't want to push it, the girl hardly ever opened up by force. She'd talk about it when she was ready, though, Tina had an inkling she knew what was bothering the cheerleader.

"I see." Tina smiled, playing along. "Well, I've got the perfect thing to get you back on your feet. Come on!" she grabbed Quinn's hand and dragged her off the coach.

Quinn found herself leaving through the back of the house to the backyard. They eventually stopped in front of a setup beer-pong table surrounded by Sam, Puck and Blaine.

"I like the way you think, Tina." Quinn praised.

"Hey Quinn! You down for a round?" Sam asked as Quinn made her way to his side of the table.

"You down to be my partner?" she threw back.

Sam gave her a winning smile in agreement.

"Okay, Sam and Quinn against Blaine and I" Tina announced.

"What about you Puck? Do you want winner?" Blaine asked the mohawked boy.

"Nahh, bro. I'm good. I'm just here to supply." He grinned as he began to pour what looked like Corona into the red cups.

He setup two shot glasses on the side and pulled out a bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila. "Make things more interesting." He smirked.

"We're game." Sam announced.

"Perfect. So the rules are simple: losers take the shot. BUT," Puck smirked deviously, "you have to take as many shots as cups you have left."

Everyone nodded their understanding.

"But wait." Tina piped up. "Beer before liquor, never been sicker, right?"

She glanced at Quinn as a small, white ball came soaring at her, landing in a cup in front of her.

"Don't lose." The blonde smirked.

Santana was becoming increasingly more frustrated the longer she couldn't find Quinn. The blonde had yet to text her back, but Mercedes had assured her that she saw Quinn show up to the party. She assumed her friend just hadn't heard her phone.

She was now in the kitchen where there were barely any people. It seems that most of the teens already had their drinks or were half past drunk.

She was going to be so pissed if Quinn had started drinking without her.

As she was about to make her way back through the living room to check the dance floor one more time, Kurt stepped in her way.

"What can I do for you, lady face?" she huffed. She didn't have time to entertain. She had been pretty successful avoiding her friends (meaning, she'd just been totally ignoring them) in her search for Quinn.

"Looking for someone, Santana?" he asked. She didn't like the coyness in his tone. And oddly enough, he seemed perfectly sober.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she asked suspiciously, "Why do you ask, Hummel?"

The boy just laughed. "Well, Lopez. You don't have a drink in your hand, you're not dancing and you seem perfectly sober. So I assumed you were looking for someone or something."

"I could say the exact same about you, prissy pants." She challenged.

He rolled his eyes at the name, "Well, I am looking for someone; Blaine."

Santana let down her guard at his answer. That made sense. "Yeah, I'm looking for Quinn, actually. I'm pretty sure she's here." She replied.

"Sure is." He smiled, "Puck mentioned she was in the back playing beer-pong. I'm pretty sure that's where Blaine is, too. Come, let's check." He said, motioning for her to walk to the back door and following behind her.

Santana missed as Kurt turned to throw a wink at Rachel who stood in the middle of the living room.

As Rachel watched Kurt walk in the opposite direction with Santana, she decided this was her chance.

She spotted Quinn dancing a little ways away with Blaine and Tina.

She swallowed her nerve and approached the trio, narrowly avoiding the dancing bodies around her. As soon as she was stationed behind the girl, she tapped her shoulder.

The dancing blonde twirled around to see who'd tapped her. Rachel was greeted with a beaming smile once Quinn realized it was her. She couldn't help but return the smile.

She gasped as she was pulled into a hug.

"Rach! I've been looking aaaaalll over for you. But then I got distracted." The clearly drunk cheerleader laughed in her ear.

Rachel couldn't help how that had made her heart soar as she hugged back.

Pulling back, she gazed into hazel eyes. "Quinn, are you drunk?"

Giggling to herself, Quinn leaned closer to Rachel's ear. "Let's just say, Sam sucks at beer-pong."

Rachel couldn't hold the small giggle that formed from the way Quinn's breath ticked her ear.

"It's okay, though, Rach. You're here now! Let's have fun." The taller girl announced, pulling Rachel with her to a different part of the dance floor.

Rachel smiled as she allowed herself to be pulled by the girl of her dreams. Even drunk, Quinn was the cutest thing she'd ever encountered.

When they finally stopped, Quinn turned so that they were face-to-face. Rachel blushed at how close they were.

Her blush deepened when Quinn took her arms and wrapped them around her own neck. "What are you doing?"

"I owe you a dance." She grinned back, planting her hands on the brunette's hips.

After giving Kurt an earful about wasting her time, Santana was heading back into the house. Her mission into the backyard had turned up empty as they had only found a couple of cheerios along with Mike and Brittany at the beer-pong table.

At least she knew that Quinn wasn't with Brittany. That both relived and worried her.

She'd left the unreliable boy to his own devices in the search of his boyfriend as she took her search back into the house. Confident that she had checked just about everywhere at this point, she decided she would just ask around now. Heading towards the dance floor where most people were, she decided to start her survey there.

Sugar had been avoiding Artie for most of the night.

After being rejected by Quinn, she hadn't really felt like being around her drunk boyfriend. For some reason, he kept asking her to dance on a table so he could throw money at her. She'd promised him she would after a trip to the little girl's room.

Except, she never actually went back to find him. Instead, she contemplated her next approach to Quinn.

Obviously, trying to seduce her wasn't going to work, so she was forced to think of a new strategy.

The only thing she could think of was guilting her into taking her back. Hey, she'd guilted her into plenty of things while they were together.

She knew her ex-soon-to-not-be-girlfriend was in the living room as she had overheard her and Sam declaring how Tina and Blaine had cheated at beer-pong while she was in the bathroom.

If Quinn was drunk, that was going to make things a lot easier.

With that in mind, she headed to the living room.

Rachel felt as if she were floating. Her face was buried in the neck of the girl she'd sought after for so long as said girl held her in her arms.

Feeling bold, Rachel decided to be a bit more forward.

It took everything, but she pulled her face away from the blonde's neck and turned so that they were now dancing chest to back.

She'd been there the day Quinn and Brittany had turned it up on the dance floor. She knew Quinn would approve.

Her efforts were rewarded when Quinn placed her hands on her hips and began guiding them for her.

Totally out of her element, Rachel allowed herself to be guided, quietly relishing in the close proximity of their bodies.

Once she was comfortable enough to move her hips on her own, Quinn dropped her hands, instead opting to wrap her arms around the smaller girl.

This was decidedly tamer than when Brittany had been Quinn's dance partner, something Rachel was grateful for. Still, Quinn's hips grinding into her made her heart do leaps and her palms sweat bullets.

She'd never danced so...naughtily with anyone before. she could feel her body heating up the slower Quinn's hips seemed to roll against her own.

As different as it was, she couldn't say she wasn't enjoying it.

Taking another step forward, she removed one of hands from where it laid on top of Quinn's and slowly guided it up her blonde dance partner's arm until reaching the back of her neck.

She could feel Quinn's breath on the back of her neck as she moved her other hand to her friend's hip, if only to bring her that much closer.

They were so close, it was becoming increasingly harder to see where one girl ended and the next began. Rachel had never been so appreciative and thankless for clothes at the same time.

She continued to move her hips to the music playing around them as Quinn's grip on her tightened.

Suddenly, she was being turned and again she and Quinn were face-to-face. She instinctively put her arms back around her neck as Quinn's hands went back to her hips, bodies still pressed together.

Rachel's breath stopped when Quinn leaned in to press their foreheads together.

"Rachel."

"Yes Quinn?" Rachel answered, breathlessly. They were so close they were practically breathing the same air.

"You like me."

It was less of a question, and sounded like more of an accusation.

Still feeling the affects of their closeness, Rachel couldn't stop the honest answer from slipping out.

"Yes. I do, Quinn."

"Why?"

It seemed like a silly question. Why wouldn't anyone like Quinn Fabray?

"For so many reasons, Quinn." Rachel answered sincerely. "You're so sweet, you're a great friend, you have a big heart, you're so talented, you never let anything keep you from getting the things you want, you're so so beaut-"

The rest of Rachel's sentence was cutoff as Quinn closed the distance between their lips.

Santana never believed that a person could actually feel their heart shatter until she saw her Quinn kiss Rachel Berry.

It was dark, but with the bright red lights, the two had been unmistakable.

She'd seen Quinn kiss plenty of people since they'd been friends and it'd been tough.

This hurt in a whole new way.

She couldn't decide if she should go over and rip them apart or go over and rip Rachel apart.

In the end, she decided she desperately needed some air. And to be anywhere else but where she was.

Her head was spinning, her stomach churning and her eyes burning.

With salty tears stinging her eyes, she hurriedly made her way out the front door.

Sugar watched as Santana all but ran by her.

She knew the girl was upset about what she had seen, if her reaction was anything to go by. She understood, though. She, herself, wasn't feeling too good about it either.

In fact, she was livid.

How could she get Quinn back if she was all over Rachel freaking Berry?

She quickly determined that this was the worst Valentine's Day party she had ever been to.

Turning away, she made her way to the kitchen.

It was about time for her to have a drink.

Rachel had never been so confused about a kiss in her life.

On one hand, it was everything she had ever wanted. Quinn's lips were softer than she had ever imagined, not to mention the girl seemed to know exactly how to use them.

On the other hand, where she had imagined she'd maybe taste like vanilla or even cherries, she tasted more like tequila. Which, Rachel guessed, made sense seeing as the girl was clearly drunk.

Which was the other problem. Quinn was drunk.

Rachel knew all about how…excited Quinn could get.

Her brain was telling her that the kiss meant nothing.

Her heart was telling her that Quinn kissed her because she wanted to.

She wouldn't remember it in the morning

It would be a cherished memory for both of them

She would wake up and regret it.

She'd wake up and want to kiss her again.

By the time Rachel was coming out of her thoughts, Quinn was pulling away.

"Mmhm, Rach you taste…" Quinn pondered.

"W-well, I did pop a few mints before I arrived." Rachel stuttered.

"…sober." Quinn finished with a laugh.

Rachel faltered for a second before collecting herself. "Well, I haven't drunken anything tonight. But more importantly, Quinn Fabray, you just kissed me."

Quinn, seemingly distracted by something behind Rachel, grinned widely. "Rach, I'll be riiiiight back." She stated as she detached from the shorter girl.

Before Rachel could react, the intoxicated blonde had gotten away from her.

Rachel stood awestruck as the bodies around her continued to dance. Her fingers replacing the lips that were just on hers.

Santana sat on Mercedes' front porch steps, head in her hands as she willed her eyes to dry up.

She was contemplating ditching the party early, going home, and cuddling up in her bed with a tub of ice-cream.

Before she could make any final decisions, someone sat next to her. They didn't say anything so she just kept to herself, ignoring their presence.

"I wanted to ask if you were okay," came the voice after a few minutes of silence. It was Finn. "But I know girls don't like it when you do that." He finished.

Santana looked up to the see the large teenager smiling dopily at her.

"So, I guess, what's the matter?" he continued, "If you want to talk about it."

"What are you doing out here, Finnept?" the spurned cheerleader snarked. The last person she wanted to talk to about her feelings was the ex that both the bridge troll and Quinn shared.

"Well, everybody inside is pretty drunk, and I'm not since I'm the D.D., so I came out here. I can actually hear myself think." He attempted to joke.

"Wow, you actually think? Someone alert the press." Santana continued to jab.

Finn just took it in stride, far used to how vicious Santana could get when she was hurting.

They sat in silence for a while, Santana silently wishing he'd go away, but silently thanking him from distracting her from her inner turmoil. If only for second.

"I don't think you should let it get to you." Finn spoke up suddenly.

"What are you talking about, Hudson?" Santana eyed him.

"Santana. I saw it, too. Quinn and Rachel." He elaborated. "And I dint think you should let it get to you the way it clearly already has."

Santana was becoming frustrated. How could he declare that he had seen exactly what she saw and still tell her that she should just get over it.

Okay, that's not what he said, but it was implied.

"How the fuck can you sit there and watch them eat away at each other's faces and still have the balls to tell me that I 'shouldn't let it get to me'?" she mocked in his voice. "Quinn obviously made her choice tonight." She finished quietly.

"I've been watching Quinn all night." Finn answered.

"That's creepy, Finnessa." Santana shot back.

Finn held his hands up in defense, "Look, I've known Quinn for a while. We dated for like almost a year. I knew she was stressing, tonight. So I've just been keeping an eye on her. Stress and alcohol can make a person do crazy things."

Santana let his words sink in. "Why do you care?"

"Because I care about her."

"Not you, too!" Santana yelled, exasperatedly.

Finn chuckled. "No. I had my shot."

"Don't rub it in." the cheerio glared.

"But I do still care about her." The boy finished.

There was a moment of silence until Santana spoke up.

"So what're you getting at, Frankenteen?"

"Santana, Quinn was hammered. Probably still is." Finn proclaimed.

That made her heart jump a bit.

"And we all know how Quinn can get." He finished with a small smirk.

"If you were following her around, why didn't you stop her from drinking herself stupid?" Santana challenged.

"I didn't want to ruin her night." The tall boy defended.

They sat in silence again as Santana once again tried to digest the things Finn told her. Quinn may have been drunk when she kissed Rachel? So that entire thing may have meant nothing. But, then again, Quinn still kissed her and that drove Santana mad.

"Why are you helping me?" Santana suddenly questioned. "Is this like some ploy to get Man Hands Berry back or something?"

Finn looked surprised for a second, before returning back to a small smile. "It's not about Rachel. It's not even about me. I just know how it feels to lose the love of your life." He stated stoically. "I would hate to watch anybody go through that. Especially if they don't have to."

Somewhere in the house, someone called Finn's name. "Looks like I'm being summoned." He laughed. Man, it sucks being D.D."

As he stood up, he patted Santana's shoulder. "Don't blow your chance before you've even had one, Lopez." And then he was gone, disappearing back into the depths of the party.

Returning to the party, Finn's words heavy in her head, Santana had a new found determination to find Quinn. Rachel or no Rachel.

Quickly scanning the dance floor, she found neither of her targets there and immediately headed to the kitchen. She found Artie sleeping next to a trash can and a couple of randoms still drinking, but nothing else.

She finally made it to the backyard. She didn't find Quinn, but what she did find did peak her interest.

In the middle of the yard, with a few people standing around them, stood an angry Rachel and an angry, drunk Sugar complete with a red solo in hand.

The two seemed to be arguing about something that Santana didn't understand until she moved closer.

"Back off, biitch. You can't have her." Sugar slurred.

"Get over yourself, Motta. She's. Moved. On." Rachel angrily insisted for what sounded like the nth time.

Santana was shocked to say the least.

So now Sugar wanted Quinn back? Was Quinn going to tell her? Wait, did Quinn know?

Santana found herself praying for the second time in her life that Quinn didn't know. And if she did, she was pissed enough to let Santana kick Sugar's ass.

And speaking of her captain, as entertaining as it was to watch Rachel and Sugar go at each other, she still had to find her drunk best friend.

Deciding to check upstairs, Santana impatiently made her way back into the house. To her surprise, as she walked into the kitchen, so did Quinn, Sam, and one of the other cheerios. They were all holding bags of what looked like food.

"Quinn!"

Hearing her name called, Quinn quickly glanced up. She beamed when she saw Santana for the first time that night. "San! I've been looking everywhere for you! But then I got hungry." The blonde finished as she guiltily held up the food.

Confused, Santana looked to Sam. The boy seemed to be as drunk as the other blonde, and completely enthralled in what looked like a burrito. It was almost awe-striking the way his fish-lips had encased the burrito. Willing herself to look away, Santana turned to the last person.

"Care to explain?"

The Cheerio sighed before starting, "These two drunk-asses really really really really wanted food. And Mercedes said not to touch her fridge. Because I'm one of the DDs for the night, I got roped into taking them to get some. So I drove them to Taco Bell." She shrugged as she finished her explanation. "They were so fucking irritating, singing about tacos the entire fucking time." She rolled her eyes for emphasis. "And now they're you're problem." With that, she was gone.

"Don't worry, San! I got you something." Quinn smiled as she dug through the bag. "I knew I'd find you eventually."

Grateful that her friend had thought about her enough to actually buy her food, Santana rejected the offer. "Thanks, Q, but I'm not drunk enough to stomach that." She lightly chuckled.

"More for me." She smiled. "I got Rachel chuuurros." The mention of Rachel made Santana frown, but the way Quinn had slurred the word churros made her laugh on the inside. "I didn't think she would want tacos."

"Quinn, I need to talk to you. It's important." Santana said seriously. She refused to miss another opportunity.

"I need to talk to you, too." Quinn announced, trying her best to be serious through her drunk haze.

"Okay. I'm all ears for you. Can we go outside, though? To the front." Santana asked.

"Sure. After this taco." Quinn answered, to which Santana smiled.

After Quinn had finished her meal, and left Sam with strict orders to find Rachel and deliver the churros, she and Santana made their way to the porch and sat.

Quinn immediately cuddled into Santana's side. And, as if on instinct, Santana immediately wrapped an arm around her.

"Where have you been all night, San?" Quinn questioned softly.

Santana chuckled lowly before answering. "I've literally spent the entire night looking for you. Guess we just kept missing each other."

"I've spent all night looking for you, too." The tired blonde yawned. "And Rachel."

"Guess we just kept missing each other." Santana replied in almost a whisper. "But since we're on the subject, I need to tell you something."

"I'm all ears for you." Quinn mumbled tiredly, mimicking what Santana said in the kitchen.

"I-I like you, Quinn." Santana stumbled out.

"I like you, too San." If Quinn weren't laying on her shoulder, she would have missed it, it was so soft.

"No, Quinn. I really like you. I want to be with you." Santana said with more confidence than she felt. "Everything about you is so beautiful, genuine, and amazing to me. And we've been through so much together. You're my best friend, my confidant, my worst critic, my biggest supported, and my personal cheerleader. And I hope I'm all of that for you as well. I've been doing a lot of thinking a-and everything that's happened these past few days, hell these past few years have made me realize that…" Santana paused to take a deep breath.

"I'm in love with you, Quinn."

Santana held her breath as she waited for the girl to respond to her confession.

After several seconds, and she couldn't hold her breath anymore, she turned to face the girl she'd just given her heart to.

She smiled to herself and shook her head when she saw that the blonde had fallen asleep on her shoulder. She wasn't sure how much Quinn had heard, but now that she had said it once, she had no qualms about telling her again. When she was awake.

"Alright, Q-Ball. Let's get you to bed." Carefully removing herself, she scooped the sleeping blonde up bridal style and proceeded to carry her back into the house. With the party still going, she had no other choice but to take her to Mercedes' room.

After carefully carrying her up the stairs, she managed to get Mercedes' door open.

The most she expected to see was Mercedes and Sam in here, in which case she was just going to shoo them away and apologize in the morning.

The last thing she expected to find was a very shirtless Tina straddling an almost pants-less Puck.

Had she not been carrying an unconscious Quinn, she probably would've enjoyed this more. As it was though, she wasn't enjoying it all. Well, just a little.

"Get out!" she barked.

The two, finally noticing her presence, sprung from the bed, hastily grabbed their clothes and exited the room, Tina profusely apologizing on the way out.

Santana rolled her eyes as she made her way to the bed.

Carefully lying Quinn down, she pulled the covers back and over her. She seemed to immediately take solace in the comfort of the bed. Leaving a lingering kiss on the girl's forehead, Santana made her way back to the door, intending to held back down to the party; she'd wait it out and claim her spot on the coach when she could.

Before she was out the door, a raspy voice called to her.

"Stay with me. Please."

Turning back around, Santana made her way back to the barely conscious blonde.

"I don't think 'Cedes is going to be too happy if we both take her bad." Santana chuckled.

"Its fine, it's fine. I'll cook her breakfast in the morning and everything will be fine." Quinn reasoned in what she assumed was perfect logic.

Santana laughed. "Well, I can't argue with the power of bacon." Santana removed her shoes as she lifted up the covers. "Scoot over, blondie."

Taking the offered spot, Santana laid on her back, staring at the ceiling waiting for Quinn's breath to even back out. When she felt Quinn's arm sling across her waist and her face cuddle into her neck, she had no complaints.

The party may not have gone the way she wanted it to. She may have had to spend the entire night sober. But, in the end she couldn't think of a better way to end the night.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Santana."

I hope this made up for all my lies. If not, I'll try to not fail so hard at life next time.

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