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Since Quinn was leaving for school, I decided not to go job hunting just yet. I didn't want to miss any time with Quinn that was possible. I'd only been around her for a few days, and it felt like she was taking over my mind. Every time she looked my way, my heart either started racing or stopped completely. Any time she brushed past me and her skin brushed up against mine, I couldn't help but feel like my body was being awakened. She brought this heat that radiated through every inch of my being, and I instantly fell in love with it. I loved her hazel eyes that grew a little greener in the sunlight and darkened when she thought of something mischievous. I loved the way she laughed whenever I made a comment about kicking anyone's ass. I loved how in just a month I would be sharing an apartment with her. It felt like I could never get sick of Quinn.

Even though I knew my feelings for Quinn were becoming less and less platonic, it still threw me off guard when I couldn't get rid of the ache in my chest when I thought about Quinn going back to college. All I kept thinking was that it would be a whole month before I would be on the receiving end of her beautiful smile that always managed to make me feel like I was floating.

"Are you coming, S? We've got to get your suitcase to move you in here, and I've got to get ready to go back to Yale, but I thought we'd get something to eat first." Quinn walked up behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. I was looking out the window of my new room. This was going to be my view every day. It was beautiful, but having her hands on me made it that much better.

I turned around to see her smiling back at me.

"Yeah, Q, I'm coming." I was just letting everything soak in.

We got back to Kurt and Rachel's that night, coming in the door laughing.

"He was so checking you out, Santana. He wanted to make some serious babies with you," Quinn giggled.

"Don't even say that! I don't even want to think about that!" I cringed.

"Oh, how things have changed since junior year. You are capital G gay, my friend."

"Damn straight, I am!" I yelled before we both curled over from an exuberant amount of laughter and fit of giggles.

"Santana, straight? She's about as straight as I am," Kurt let out.

"I take that as a compliment, Kurt, thank you."

"An actual compliment! How many does that make since I got here, S? What, like five?" Quinn threw a smirk my way.

"I blame you, Quinn. But I promise you that I am still as badass as ever. Do not fret. I will always be here to smack you with the truth lest you forget it," I smirked back.

I sat down at the table while everyone continued to laugh. What? I was a total badass. Maybe, I was just a little happier now, still a complete badass, though.

"How was your dinner," Rachel asked.

"It was delicious and perfect, despite our waiter hitting on San the entire time. I was two seconds away from kissing her just to make him back off." I almost choked on the water I was drinking at the mention of her lips on mine. Just imagining her lips close to me was more than I could handle.

I bet her lips are softer than anything I've ever felt.

"You should have. I doubt Santana would have minded. Look at you, Quinn. No one could say no to you," Kurt stated with a devilish smirk aimed towards Quinn that she ignored.

I would definitely not have minded. I could never say no to her. Kurt was right. I don't think anyone could say no to her. I don't think anyone could resist her smile that pulls at you or her eyes that draw you in.

I let the image of Quinn kissing me flood my mind as a dopey look came across my face.

Kurt looked at me with a grin. "Oh, yeah, Santana definitely wouldn't have minded at all."

Hearing my name brought me out of my daze before Quinn looked over to see why he made the comment. Luckily, I had just enough time to shake the stupid look off of my face before she noticed. Kurt just laughed.

I glared at Kurt. "It's a good thing I don't have to deal with your musings any longer, Kurt. Thanks to Q here, I have a new place to stay. I know, I know, you'll both miss the crap out of me. Don't worry, I'll visit."

"You're leaving us? But you just got here," Rachel frowned.

I didn't expect that response.

"Yeah, we had such a great time last night. You're still going to take us out, right?" Kurt asked.

Quinn gave me a sweet smile as she could tell I was surprised by their reactions. Honestly, I didn't think it would affect them in the least that I wasn't going to be living with them. I guess I was wrong.

"Yes, I promise to still take you guys out. As long as Rachel promises not to make out with some mannequin man, again."

Rachel looked down and started playing with her hands. Kurt just let out a simple chuckle.

"Well, actually, Brody asked me out for dinner once school goes on break," she whispered.

I furrowed my brow a little, but decided that he was better than Finnocence. How bad could he be?

I just "hmpfed" in response to let her know I didn't prefer it, but I wasn't going to go all Lima Heights on her decision. Who knows, he might be good for her. She might even stop wearing those silly outfits of hers.

"Well, guys, I hate to just get here and leave, but finals are calling my name, and I've still got to set Santana up at our lovely new apartment."

Our apartment. That had a really nice ring to it. I just wanted to say it over and over in my head. Our apartment.

"I'll get your bag and my suitcase while you do your mushy hugs and stuff with Rachel and Kurt."

I got up from my seat and made my way into the living room. I grabbed our respective belongings, along with some of Kurt's ridiculously soft towels and came back into the kitchen to see Kurt and Rachel squeezing the life out of Quinn, while she squinted her eyes shut and smiled. I have to say, it was one of the most adorable things I'd ever seen, not that I think anything is adorable. Maybe Quinn can be an exception to that rule. She breaks a lot of my other rules, so why not just one more.

After a few high pitched squeals and more squeezing, the pair finally released Quinn. Kurt and Rachel turned around to look at me with a sneaky smile.

"Oh, no. We are not hugging. I repeat, we are not hugg-" was all I got out before the two launched themselves at me. I sighed, but relented when I could tell they weren't going to let me go until I hugged them back.

I'm pretty sure I heard Quinn chuckle, but I couldn't look past Kurt to tell.

Eventually, they let me go, but with a sigh.

I'm glad I wouldn't be living with those dorks, but a part of me would miss not being able to terrorize them any chance I got. At least I could still come over whenever to slap some sense in them, if need be.

Quinn and I walked outside after we said our goodbyes and I promised to come see them rather soon.

"Oh, here, let me carry my bag," Quinn said as she reached over my shoulder.

"No, no, I got it," I simply stated as I moved her bag out of her reach.

"Well, aren't you just the gentleman," she stated with the arch of an eyebrow.

"Only for you, Q. Only for you."

It was true; only for her did I not care that I was being so chivalrous. I liked doing things for Quinn. I always had. I'm only just now noticing that I always had, but the fact remained the same. Maybe I've always liked Quinn, and it took Brittany not being around for me to finally see. There's a thought.

We made it back to our apartment, and I knew as soon as we walked in the door I didn't want Quinn to leave. I was just starting to really see her. I didn't want that to go away. I didn't want to have to miss her perfect hair that brought out her beautiful, hazel eyes. I didn't want to have to miss the way her laugh instantly made me smile. I didn't want to have to miss the fact that every time I saw her hands, I automatically wanted to hold them in mine. But I knew I would, if just for a month until she got back.

"Okay, here are my keys. Feel free to make yourself your own copy. If I come back and this place is trashed I am so kicking you out. I've already paid the rent for this month, so you don't have to worry about that. Do you need anything before I leave?"

I couldn't help the thought that ran through my mind: for you to stay.

"Um, no, I think I have everything I need. I have all of the essentials, and I stole some of Kurt's really soft towels before we left," I chuckled. "I think I'm set."

"Good, well, I've got to get going. Got to get to those finals so I can actually transfer and come back here." A smile grew on her face, and I couldn't help the one that tugged on my lips.

God, she was so beautiful. I think I could stare at that smile for days. How it starts off small, but ended up reaching to her eyes. It's the look of pure happiness. I wonder how she came across something like that so easily, but it's so contagious that I wonder how I never caught onto it before.

We both leaned in at the same time to give each other a hug. I reached down for her waist as she reached up for my neck. She fit so perfectly in my arms. I let my head rest once again at the crook of her neck, soaking her in. She still smelled like those flowers that I couldn't quite remember the name of. It felt like I could get lost in her scent alone, but her warmth is what really made me want to stay. It's like all of the heat in her body traveled into mine. If people said their bed is the most comfortable thing, they've never been held by Quinn Fabray.

We stood there for a while, and I could've sworn that I heard her sigh and relax into me a little more than our usual hugs. That could've been wishful thinking, though.

After another minute or so, she let go of her hold on me and took a small step back.

"Alright, if I don't leave now, I never will." There's that smile, again.

"Text me when you get back?"

"Of course. Remember, no crazy parties – without me."

"I'll make sure to send you an invitation," I laughed.

One more quick hug and she turned around to leave. I closed the door behind her and let myself acknowledge the fact that it would only be a month until I got to see her again. That wouldn't be too hard. Maybe I could figure out what and why I'm feeling what I am in the meantime.

I walked into my new room and decided I needed to shower, since that's where I did all my best thinking.

Quinn got to the end of the street and sat down on a nearby bench. Why couldn't she get Santana out of her head? Honestly, she's never been able to get her out of her head, but it's been more intense the past few days. She didn't expect to see her at Kurt and Rachel's, let alone ask her to be her new roommate. What was she thinking asking her that? She'd never be able to focus on anything with her being that close.

The only way she had managed during cheerleading camp was because Brittany was around. With Brittany around, Quinn knew she didn't have a chance with Santana. She was like a puppy dog following Brittany around everywhere she went.

She'd never admitted to anyone how she felt about Santana. Well, except Kurt, but she didn't really tell him, Kurt just kind of figured it out. It happened towards the end of senior year. Apparently, Quinn hadn't been as subtle as she had hoped with her longing stares and quiet sighs of adoration. One day after Glee practice when it was just Kurt and Quinn left in the auditorium, he just came right out and asked.

"I'd like to believe that I have excellent gaydar, despite what Blaine may say, and I've got to tell you, it looks like you have it bad. Am I right?"

"What – what are you talking about?" All Quinn could do was shift her hands nervously. She didn't dare think that Kurt was talking about her feelings for Santana. How could he know? But if he wasn't talking about that, what else could he possibly be talking about?

"I'm going to take that as a yes going by your sudden nervousness. Don't worry, I won't tell. It'll be our little secret," he smirked and walked past her towards the exit. "Oh, and if you ever need to talk to anyone about it, I'm here. I may not understand liking Santana, but I do understand liking the same sex."

And that was that. Kurt knew and he hadn't spoken a word about it since, except for the occasional side comment like the one he made earlier after they got back from dinner.

Brittany wasn't around anymore and from what Santana had said at the bar the previous night, it seemed like she was okay with it. Maybe she was okay enough that Quinn could finally tell her how she really felt.

No, she couldn't do that, not if they were going to be roommates. Besides, Santana had never looked at Quinn in that way before. She'd just have to go on pretending like she had been for so many years, even though having her as a roommate would prove to be a little difficult.

Quinn got up and hailed a taxi to make her way to the train station.