P.S.: I hope you like it :)

I don't own Glee or it's characters. I don't own the songs too - they belong to The Script ("Never Seen Anything Quite Like You" and "The Man Who Can't Be Moved" mash-up...hope it works fine...)

"But what Quinn?" Santana said a little impatient "But you're not gay? Or maybe you don't like me back?" Now the anger was back. "Because that's total bullshit!" Quinn could only smile which was probably the most inappropriate thing to do at such a moment, but she couldn't help herself and the smile didn't really helped cooling down Santana's temper. "What the…" before she could finish Quinn kissed her. So it's true that the best way to shut up someone is this she thought as she pulled the Latina closer, doing her best to leave her breathless, after all the blonde wanted to finish what she was about to say and the brunette didn't seemed to mind the kiss. Seconds into it she finally started to relax, Quinn felt all the tension in the other girl's body disappearing, she felt her hands rooming all over her body, slowly but passionately…She felt the need to continue, to do more than just touch, kiss…She wanted more, but…Oh she hated that word…

She pushed Santana away from herself, just a little, just enough to be able to breath, to take a so needed breath. San didn't seem happy about it, but she obeyed and stayed away with a wicked smirk.

"But" Quinn's hand was now on Santana's chest making sure that the distance would stay the same till she's finished "I have unfinished…Relationship." She saw the hurt in the Latina's eyes; she felt her taking a step back, like Q had just punched her in the gut. "

"So who is he?" There was so much hate in her words. Quinn knew that she had made her feel the same way as she had probably felt back during freshman year.

"San" she took a step closer to the strong and beautiful Latina, looking in her chocolate eyes, wanting so badly to kiss her. "I'm gay" She pulled the girl closer and closer till their bodies were almost one, feeling her breading, her pulse. "And I…I don't like you back." She took Santana's hands in hers, bringing them up to her neck and leaving them there only to cup her face with hers. She looked at those eyes, she had never seen San so broken… "I love you since that first summer. I loved you then as just a friend. "She gave her a small peck on the lips, it felt so natural, so right "We grew up together, we fought each other, we hid our secrets from the other…But" She kissed her again, this tame taking her time, making sure that every word and every kiss was rebuilding what she had broke. "I never stopped loving you, I just didn't want to admit that my love had become so much more" She smiled and gave San another kiss this time on the cheek "I was in love. I am in love. I will always be in love." She kissed her jaw line, behind her ear, her neck and then their lips met again. "I love you and those words are hard for me to say because they mean so much. They are a promise. A promise for forever, and back then I was scared to say them…Now I'm not. So Santana Lopez I am in love with you!" She shouted the words, so if there was a soul in this school that someone would hear it, she didn't care who knew, she didn't care who was going to find out.

"But?" Santana asked still hanging to that one word, that word that Quinn was escaping, trying to forget…

"He is a she" She started pulling back, needing the distance to tell the Latina that story "I moved to Boston. Broken, sad…Back them I thought I had lost all chances with you, you had moved on and I was too afraid to risk and be honest. So" She hugged herself needing the light pressure on her body, to keep calm "So I met my new neighbor and she was just there…She didn't care, she didn't judge, she didn't push, she helped me change, accept myself and before I knew it we were more than just friends." The blonde felt her breath being stolen away from her chest, so she took a pause to learn how to breathe again. Back then she was happy, she felt like her life was finally going in the right direction, but even then, when she had love and someone next to her, she missed San… "I was thinking of coming out, them my sister found out and reminded me of what our father does when he doesn't approve of who we're dating , so I was afraid of the consequences and what he might do…He moved us to Boston to control my sister, just because he didn't like her boyfriend." The memory awoke so much hate towards her father. He wasn't so much homophobic as he was controlling. He had his vision for them and everything that got in his way was something he had to hate, so it wasn't the gay thing, or dating before marriage it was the fact that he had no control over Quinn and Frannie, and that wasn't a part of his plan. "So we hid for some time and no one knew, no one suspected…But that made us feel safe and feeling safe made us careless…" She started remembering in detail that night. Her parents were out and suppose to be out at least till midnight so the girls decided to…You know what teens do.

"He caught us in bed…Together…" At first she only felt shock, there was no fear, but then she saw his eyes…He was angry beyond explanation, beyond possibility. She saw his eyes…She was afraid, but she jumped out of bed. "Naked" she both said the word and thought of it, the memory of her taking the sheet with her to cover her body while she was standing in front of him, stopping him from doing…Doing something stupid…He hit her, and the slap made her head turn, and her body fall, but she was fast on her feet again, blocking him…Saving Emily from his rage. "I had told Fran about the romantic night I was planning, so when she found out that they were coming home early she came too. She came to warn me but she was too late…" Quinn remembered yelling at Emily to go and not come back. She remembered her father yelling too, another slap this time harder. She wasn't crying…She felt pain…Emily was gone, she was on the ground…There was one thing that was going to happened, he was going to hit her…She knew it, she could already feel the pain, but just as he was ready to hit her, this time not with a slap, something stopped him…A second later he was on the ground too and she was standing up. "She couldn't stop him from seeing us, but she stopped him from beating me." Fran was standing in front of her, protecting her from their father. They were yelling, Quinn couldn't hear the words but she knew they were about her, about them… "She protected me, she choose me over him, over every plus that we had from him." Fran pulled her hand talking, saying words, things about how everything was going to be okay, how they were going to go on a trip, Santana was doing the same now. She was holding Quinn who seemed frozen in the past; she was holding her in a thigh hug. "She asked me if I was ok to drive, I said yes." Fran lived close to their house, it was all a part of Russel's plan to control her, so she had to run to get to Quinn and not drive…But now they were going to run further, go away from him and they needed a car.

"We were at her place, fast to pack and fast to go. She was drinking that night with friends. She couldn't drive…" The blonde was behind the wheel, speeding up on the road with no know direction. "She told me we were going to New York, something about friends…" Her phone was ringing, she was driving fast "Emily was calling me, I ignored it." Ringing again and again…For just a second…

For just a second "I looked down…Just for a second…" Then she was blinded by the lights "Some driver was in our part of the road, he was heading straight for us." She was driving too fast; her reactions were too slow from her body shaking, that phone was still ringing…

She felt the collision, the lack of control, the unbearable pain; she heard the creaking of the metal, both cars becoming one. She smelled the blood, the coming rain.

"We crashed. Fran died I was saved." Santana was still holding her; somehow they were sitting on the ground. It seemed like they were standing like that for some time, because Quinn could feel how numb her legs were from the weird position.

"It's not your fault Q" San whispered kissing her cheek and dragging her hand through the blonde's hair for comfort.

"I was in a coma, then paralyzed, then punished every day from him. He never hit me, but he kept me on a leash and made sure that I would know it was my entire fault." The memories of her physiotherapy and all the fighting she had to go through, how she spent the last part of her sophomore year and summer in a bed or a wheelchair…Those memories kept the fear awake, at first she wouldn't be even able to get into a car, or even look at one…At least now she could drive for a short period before a panic attack. "I think it is, but I have started forgiving myself for it, trying to live as best as I can. She would have wanted that for me." San gave her another kiss and a reassuring squeeze, just to remind her that she was there for her.

"But…"Oh that word again "I just left Emily like that…Like I left you…And I loved her" San's body seemed tense but she didn't move, she was still holding Quinn "I need to finish things with her, to apologies, to make it right." The blonde looked at the Latina, cupping her face in her palm "I need to do that before I could move forward. It's the last piece of my past. That and making out with Rachel when I was drunk, freshman year" Both girls laughed at that. She knew San would never take Rach as competition so she wouldn't be jealous. "Are we ok?"

"Yeah" Santana looked at her with a small smile "I can wait a little longer." She kissed her with such a passion, like it was their last kiss.

She picked the black object; it felt unfamiliar in her hands. It had been awhile since the last time she had used it. Phones were, like cars, her reminders, so she swore them off and after the crash never even got close to one, but now was different, she was braver, and she had to do this…She needed to do this.

Pushing slowly all of the needed numbers and holding her breath.

Beep. What was she thinking there was no way this was going to go good…

Beep. Ok the guys were downstairs, in her room. A loud music was coming from it and a even louder singing. Everyone was having fun and no one seemed to notice her missing, or the fact that there was a huge storm outside.

Beep. She was glad they were all here with her. Santana. Britt. Puck. Rach. Cedes. Sam.

Beep. Even the newbies and those people that she never had time to get to know, all of them people that she was starting to really like and enjoy spending time with.

Beep. Candles were lighten downstairs for a more retro vibe and in case of a power outage which was quite possible.

Beep. She was not going to pick that phone…Quinn had too close, to end the call…She couldn't…She waited.

"Yeah?" Her voice was the same and the blonde could even imagine her playing some game and balancing her phone between her shoulder and cheek. She could see the intense look on her face, and she hated herself for having to ruin her day.

"Hi" She whispered, but she knew Em was going to recognize her. They had spent so many hours talking on the phone, so both of them knew the voice of the other perfectly.

"Quinn…" A combination of surprise, shock and something else Q couldn't recognize.

"The same" She couldn't find her words. This was even harder that se imagine it would be.

"It's been…"

"…too long"

"You just…"

"…left"

"Yeah" Sadness was obvious in her voice. Emily was the most happy and positive person Quinn knew, but in a different way than Britt. Em was a realist, she saw the world as the bad place it is and she saw people as the worst of it all, but yet she was positive, she believed in change and had the hope that everything is meat to go bad before even starting to become good. Like a butterfly, like she once explained. Britt didn't see that, she saw the world in her own way, a pure, child like way, not because she was immature or stupid, but because she had faith…So there were more alike than you could even imagine, after all faith and hope were both based on the believe in something beyond in the future in one way or another.

"I know you don't believe that words are enough of an apology. I know you hate people who do stuff like this on the phone…I…I couldn't wait anymore…I had to tell you everything, to explain, to say how sorry I am…Just so you would maybe hate me less…I know how selfish it all sounds…" she stopped waiting for some sort of a answer from the brunette on the other side of the call…There was none, only heavy breathing…But that was a good sigh, it meant that Quinn should continue, that she should try harder…So she did…She told her everything that had happened to her…Everything inside her head. Every feeling and then…Then she lost her words… "There are only two mistakes one can make along the road to truth; not going all the way, and not starting." She quoted and she knew Em would understand.

"So you've found your truth?" Her voice was calm and steady, the heavy breathing gone, there was no judgment, no hate, no coldness…She was Emily, and she had always been that way with her…Quinn loved her as a friend…But back then she loved her because she needed her…And she needed Santana because she loved her all her life…That is…That is how she knew the right choice.

"I just had to look back" She answered "I'm sorry for hurting you…"

"…but you're not sorry about how it all went down, where you ended up" Still calm, but Quinn just now noticed there was no warmth in her voice, no clues to their friendship or love.

"Yeah" There were no words she could use to explain how sorry she was, but yet her mind knew that for her to get here, to this point, for her to have a chance with Santana there was no other road.

"Without all the bad in life no good would exist and with no good there will be no bad." Em said what Quinn was thinking, making the blonde smile faintly. "It's ok Quinn, I've moved on and I'm happy"

"Hanna?"

"Yeap"

"I knew I had a reason to be jealous" Both girls laughed at the memory of Quinn's little outbreaks.

"Go get your soulmate" She ordered and Quinn was smile was bigger now.

"How did you…" It was an unnecessary question.

"I just know you" She laughed lightly and breathed a long breath out. "I don't hate you." Those were her final words before she hanged up the phone.

Quinn could hear the beeping sound and then there was silence. She was alone in the dark.

The power went off.

Only the light of the lightning, the sound of the thunders and rain, only the loud voices in her room…

Only that seemed to matter now.

Only Santana Lopez.

Forever. Always.

Dear Diary, there it is…My whole story…It's out in the open, it's there to be seen, and here to be read. You were my one special thing, my one and only comfort. You helped me open up, you don't know how? It was because you never judged and you listen. Yes I know you are just white pages and a leather cover and other people might say that you are just a soulless object, with no life, that you are just a thing.

I know thou. I know that all of that is as far from the truth as possible.

No I'm not crazy.

You see I believe that the human soul is able to love infinitely and that love isn't meat for only one person. With our love we give a piece of our soul too, the biggest goes to our soulmate, a person who gives us in return a piece from their own soul, the ones that are noticeable but not too big are for family or friends or both and their those little, tiny, almost invisible pieces that we give to objects that we truly love. So in a way with every object we touch with love we give a tiny piece to it, we give it something...Something unexplainable…

And about life, you may not breath, you may not speak but inside those covers you hold my life, my story and you are a part of it. For me you were a friend, a companion and I am thankful…

Thank you dear friend 3
Goodbye…

SANTANA'S POV

Time seemed to fly. It had been a week since her very emotional and very reviling talk with Quinn…It had been a week since she had kissed the other girl, a week since she was last holding her in her arms…And a week was enough to make her what it more and more…A day was enough, a week was a torture, but she never said a thing…She was a friend, a good friend…Yes…Nothing more…She was waiting…

Fuck.

She wanted so much more but with every day she felt like that was not happening. Quinn seemed distend during those days, she seemed busy either with practice, studying or even hanging out with someone, and she seemed to always be too busy for San…The Latina was growing inpatient, but she never spoke a word, she waited…And waited…And a week seemed like so much time to be separated from someone you love…The worst of all was the fact that that someone was right next to you, only to not be able to kiss her, touch her or even speak to her in that flirty way…So it was hell…

Yet that all was good news for her team. All the buildup energy, aggression, hurt, jealousy…Every emotion was something she used…She used to channel it on the field, to use it against her opponents…For her luck it seemed to work, but only for a second…

That's what she had…A second in which she could breathe, but in the other eighty-six thousand and three hundred ninety-nine seconds in a day were unbearable and breathing seemed impossible. She had become that person…The person that needs to be around the one they love, to be able to touch their person, hold them, kiss them…

Damn it…

"Santana" She turned at the voice with a smile on her face that she couldn't help, it was only natural to smile when she saw her… "We're skipping" She intertwined their fingers in the middle of the full school hallway, catching the eyes of a few students. Quinn didn't seem to care that someone was watching, that people were going to whisper and gossip just because they were holding hands.

Not so much that they were homophobic as San had a reputation.

So they would be just assuming from it.

She didn't care…She hoped they would assume the right thing…That her waiting would be over.

She wanted to kiss her for hello, goodnight or goodbye every day

Yes, Santana Lopez was that kind of person. When she loved she loved fully with all of her heart and soul, but she loved rarely and when she did, she would be scared of it. She wasn't scared this time, she had that feeling living in her for as long as she knew the blonde. Fear was something that just was gone…She was thinking clearly, she knew what she wanted, she accepted it.

"I think I liked you better when you were all goody-good." They left the parking lot on foot, leaving Santana's car and Quinn's bike and actually as it seemed their stuff back at the school. She was kind of worried as to where they were going and what the reason was. Who wouldn't be?

"Will see about that" A wicked grin was now on her face. The Latina was excitedly wondering what exactly was happening. "Close your eyes" Quinn stopped pulling her and Santana obeyed. She was now blindly following the other girl, trying to guess where they were going. No luck with that thou.

"You better not kill me or I'm gonna hunt your ass" There were a few turns, a step up and then just walking. Q was quiet and holding Santana's hand through all the way, she never let go.

Santana was struggling with the urge to open her eyes, but for once she wanted to put her trust in someone.

"It's a nice ass to follow around" The Latina could practically see the smirk on the blonde's face. She smiled too. "Okay we're here" San heard the opening of rusty doors, she stopped and waited permission to open her eyes.

Her permission came in the form of a soft, tender kiss that the blonde gave her. Her lips tasted like strawberry, her favorite. She felt her pull away, hearing her walk away too.

She opened her eyes.

It was an old, left to age building, there was dust, there were bricks, there was left from the previous owner stuff, but none of those matter. No. What did were all the other things.

The lit candles on the floor, forming a pathway to where Quinn was standing and to some other room, the light bulbs hanging from the ceiling with a soft light, like stars they seemed far away.

Santana finally looked to where the blonde was standing. She noticed the vertical piano and the small bench in front of it. Quinn took the seat and started playing a slow nice melody. Her eyes were closed and she seemed concentrated, giving her all to that one song.

"I think I want you more than want, and know I need you more than need, I want to hold you more than hold…
When you stood in front of me
I think you know me more than know, and you see me more than see I could die now more than die every time you look at me."

Her voice softly flew through the room as she sang the first verse of the song, San was smiling, and impossibly big smile. She was happy. Her wish, all that she wanted, was coming true.

"Going back to the corner where I first saw you. Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move…Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?""

San tried to move forward, she needed to kiss the blonde, more than anything in this world, but her body wasn't listening, it was standing there. She was unable to move.

"Some try to hand me money, they don't understand I'm not broke – I'm just a broken-hearted woman. I know it makes no sense but what else can I do?"

Quinn finally opened her eyes and looked at Santana, meeting her eyes, she smiled, her hands never stopping, moving on the piano's keys, her voice perfect, true, full with emotion.

"So I'm not moving, I'm not moving, waiting for you"

It sounded like a promise and somehow the brunette knew it was.

"And you'll come running to the corner 'cause you'll know it's just for you. I'm the woman who can't be moved…I'm the woman who can't be moved."

Quinn was now standing up, playing the last notes, and carefully moving her fingers on the piano keys. She was looking at Santana, singing to her, confessing her love once again.

"And your eyes are in your eyes, and my heart's in our hearts. Sometimes words just ain't enough for this love that's more than love."

She left the piano and slowly moved to where San was. The blonde cupped the Latina's face with a soft smile on her lips as she was singing the last verse.

"I've never seen anything quite like you tonight.
No, I've never seen anything quite like you tonight"

And with those last words Quinn kissed her. This time with so much passion and love, that San finally knew how it felt to fly.

"Okay I'll admit it." When the kiss ended it was for the simple reason called breathing. "You have some good moves." She smiled and kissed Quinn again, feeling all those damn thing you read about in books. The butterflies, the lightheadedness, the pull that she couldn't control. She felt them all and Quinn seemed to feel them too.

"Oh there's more" The blonde whispered between kisses and started pulling the Latina towards the other room. They pulled away from each other so San could see her last surprise.

The room had only three lit candles, the rest of the light came from jars full with fluorescent stars, there were more on the ceiling, and on the middle of the room were a few blankets with a picnic basket on them. San could smell the homecoocked meal inside and knew that the blonde was the one who made it. She turned to kiss her, but instead was pushed away.

"First we eat." She laughed at the brunette's disappointed face, but she once again obeyed and sat down on the blanked. "I wanted it to be special." San looked at her, not understanding "That's why I made you wait a week." The Latina took a plate with nice looking food in it. Suddenly realizing how hungry she was."This is perfect" She said looking around, smiling at the stars "You're perfect." She stopped her eyes, meeting Quinn's, both girls smiling, remembering their first kiss. Yeah it might have been scary then and full with different emotions, different problems, but their first kiss was perfect. It was in Quinn's room, at her grandmother's apartment there were glowing stars on the ceiling, and it was the first time both of them realized how strong their feeling were for the other. It was a short kiss, their lips only briefly touching, only for a second, but it was enough. From all the kisses that summer that one was the purest, it was never stamped with the "just a practice" tag, it was never explained. Just a kiss, their first kiss, that was something they did after dancing around on some silly song, laughing, smiling, stopping, touching the lips of the other with their own. It might have been more of a kiss if they weren't interrupted, but it was enough.

"How did you change so much" San asked between bites, trying both to eat the rest of her food and satisfy her hunger. "You're just…The person you were only with me"
Quinn smiled, looking at the jars full with stars. "Fran's last words to me were "be brave"" She didn't seem sad, just lost in thought, like she was trying to remember how she was before. "The thing I was most afraid of was to be the real me, so I was brave, I stood up to my fear."

"I love you" Quinn's eyes were fast to meet San's. The Latina realized this was the first time she had ever said those words out loud to the blonde. She left her plate and moved forward, slowly, whispering those three words again and again.

"I love you too" The blonde was now lying under San, their eyes never leaving those of the other.

San kissed her forehead, then she slowly moved her lips down Q's face, kissing her eyes, jaw line, chin and then their lips met once again in a passionate kiss, full with more…

Love was unexplainable feeling, they both didn't understand it fully, both weren't sure how their future would go, but this one moment was perfect, it was what they wanted, needed.

It was how their happy ending would start…

"Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love."

― Erich Fromm

...The…End…?...