A/N: Okay dolls, I swear that I'm almost done the other thing so I can come here and give you this. I heard this song and I swear that immediately I thought of Quinn.

So here is her POV.

Enjoy my loves! :)

Be Calm (Fun.)

News travels fast.

I had been in California for one whole day before I was awakened by a knocking on the door to the beach house.

When I heard it, I immediately thought that it was San and I got so excited.

But then I opened the door and there stood Puck.

Things in L.A. hadn't been going so well for him and when he heard that I was staying in Sue's house, he thought that maybe I would help him out.

Really though, he was just the same horny prick that he had always been.

He wanted to have sex and I wanted to cut off his baby making, nutsack but neither happened.

Instead of that...he and I just talked about anything and everything and he ended up giving me some pretty good advice.

I had thought that I was doing a mature thing by walking away from San but according to Puck, I was an idiot and at first I wanted to continue with my plans to castrate him but then he said something smart.

He told me that while it was smart to step back in the romance department with everything going on, he thought that leaving her in Lima like that was probably the worst move.

Then he went on to explain how big of a deal it was for Santana to introduce me to her parents and openly be with me in front of them.

He went on and on like this for a few days until I kicked him out and promised him that if after a week she hadn't come to me, that I would go back to Lima.

And I swore that I would.

But then of course, I didn't.

At first I didn't go to Lima just on principle.

Santana had told me she would come in two days and so I had planned to hold her to that but then my second week in California, I found myself sipping straight from my second bottle of wine and looking through my yearbook.

Brittany had been our senior class president and so she was on almost every single page.

Her and Santana.

And that's when I realized what Puck had been trying to tell me...this wasn't about me and Santana as a couple.

This was about friendship...Brittany was my friend.

When I was pregnant and Santana had decided to freeze me out, it was Brittany that united us.

Brittany had visited me in the hospital after I gave away my baby and spent hours just telling me all sorts of stories and keeping me calm.

And when she found out that I was with her girl, she had been sad but she had been respectful to me.

I loved Brittany almost as much as I loved Santana and I knew that me not being there was just selfish.

Just before he had finally left, Puck had asked me how many people I had in my life that I could truly count on and sitting there looking through the yearbook...I realized that it wasn't a whole lot.

When I thought about my friends...Brittany was one of the very first people who came to my mind.

Screw my pride, not only did Santana need me but so did Britt.

Puck was right, I had been an idiot.

When I had sold my car, I literally made enough money to get to California and pay for a cab to get to the house.

My last few dollars had been spent on food.

Now that I actually wanted to head back to Ohio, I couldn't really afford to.

And so I did something that I wasn't too proud of.

I called my sister.

She lived just twenty miles from where I was staying and even though I hadn't let her know that I was in California, I swallowed my pride and called.

Of course, when I told her that I was in L.A., she insisted that I come spend time with her and my nephews.

It took almost five days before she was willing to pay my way back to Ohio.

Eventually she gave me the money...but only when I showed her proof that I would be starting at UCLA.

I convinced her that we should be closer as sisters and so that was why I moved to L.A. and being the sociopath that she is, Fran bought it.

When I got to Ohio, I called Santana but she didn't answer and so I called her mom.

Maribel told me everything that was going on and so the moment that I stepped out the airport cab outside the hospital, I ran to her.

Britt couldn't die...it wasn't fair.

And then when I saw the girl that I loved crumpled on her knees as she was weeping, my heart broke.

She looked terrible and I felt responsible for that.

I should have been here taking care of her.

I shouldn't have left her.

There was no way that I would make that mistake again.

I took charge of Santana once we checked in on Britt.

She was stable and was actually doing better off the machines.

Britt's mom hugged me and asked me to take Santana home to rest.

I didn't need anymore encouragement than that.

Susan promised to call me if there were any changes and so with that reassurance, I grabbed tight to San's hand and pulled her out of that hospital.

When we stepped into the Lopez house, Maribel shooed us upstairs and like Susan had asked me to make sure that San rested.

It made me feel good to have a purpose again.

"Why'd you come?" San said as I stripped her out of her wrinkled and dingy clothing.

"I got over myself."

"Hm." She rolled her eyes and then reached out shaky hands and traced the sides of my face. "I'm glad."

"Yea?" I felt my heart soar at her words, her touch.

She nodded as she let out a yawn.

I smiled and then took her hand and stepped into the shower with her.

This was the first time that we had been naked together in weeks and we were both staring.

But then she was alert as she pulled me against her and brushed her lips over my neck as she wrapped her arms around me.

"San, you need rest."

"Mmm, I know but I need you more."

"One time and then we sleep...deal?"

"Mmmhmmm." She growled as her fingers gripped my ass and she bit down on my neck.

"Oh Go...gosh." I groaned as she wasted no time sinking her fingers into me.

I was already soaked as she took my hand and brought it down to her wetness.

"Get me off." She growled.

"All you had to do was ask." I said with a grin.

One time turned into four before we finally stopped, panting and huddled up in the corner of the shower.

Nothing in the world, in my life had ever felt as good as being in that moment with her.

Nothing.

"I love you, Santana."

"I love you too, novia."

I wrapped my arms securely around her as I buried my nose into her hair.

Already, as we laid there in her bed, she looked better.

Calmer.

"I won't leave again...I promise you."

"You don't have to promise me that...really." She yawned and then gave me a small shy smile that made me swoon. "I'm fine."

"You're my girlfriend, Santana, where you go, I go."

As sure as I had been when I got to California, I was even surer now.

Right here with her in my arms was where I needed to be.

Period.