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"Do you want another drink before we go?" Brittany asked as she wrapped her arms around my waist.

It made me feel uncomfortable, but I shrugged my feelings off.

"Yeah, that's fine."

"What do you want? Something delicious to get you in the mood?" A spark of excitement lit her eyes.

"Um, mhm, surprise me," I replied without any enthusiasm.

Brittany walked towards the bar to get my drink.

Everything was so overwhelming. Just a few hours ago Quinn was telling me she loved me, and we were kissing. Quinn kissed me like I've never been kissed before. There was so much passion and need. I could try to explain it in words, but no words could do it justice.

Then Brittany showed up out of nowhere. She just threw herself at me while Quinn walked away.

Brittany made it obvious that she wanted me. Quinn didn't make it so obvious. I couldn't even tell what Quinn was thinking at the current moment. She was obviously upset at Brittany's sudden appearance, as was I, but she was so passive aggressive about it.

Why couldn't she just spell out what she was feeling? Why did she have to run away?

Then again, why couldn't I just spell out what I was feeling? Why couldn't I chase after her?

Quinn had me. She always had me. I may not have seen it so clearly before, but I certainly was now. Quinn was everything exciting and wonderful and absolutely terrifying that I wanted in my life.

It infuriated me that she could just leave a situation unresolved. But it also infuriated me whenever someone left the toilet seat up. Some things I would just have to learn to deal with. If I had to learn to deal with Quinn always wanting to walk away then I could learn to find a way to make her stay.

She was worth it, after all. She was the one person who made me feel safe. She was the only one in a crowded room that could grab my attention and keep it. She knew about all of the fucked up shit in my life. Instead of blaming me for every bad thing that happened, she threatened to hurt anyone that made it worse. She always accepted my insecurities and understood why they were there.

I didn't need to be at the bar with Brittany. I didn't need to go to a hotel with Brittany. I didn't need to fuck away the feelings.

I wanted the feelings, even if they would eventually tear me apart. I wanted it all. I wanted everything Quinn had to offer.

Quinn. Just Quinn.

Funny how she had me and she didn't even know it.

A small smile started to form on my face as Brittany reappeared with two drinks in her hand.

"That's the beautiful smile I remember," Brittany smirked.

I took a swig from my drink without checking to see what it was first. One more drink before I told Brittany it was really over. One more drink before I told her I loved Quinn.

The moment the harsh liquor hit my tongue, I spit it out.

"Brittany, what the fuck?" I exclaimed.

"What? Is it spoiled? I'll tell that bartender to fuck off and get you a fresh drink."

"Brittany, no. For one, that bartender is my friend and you'll do no such thing as to tell her to fuck off. Two, this is Scotch. What were you thinking? You know I hate Scotch." I had an incredulous look on my face at her audacity to insult Ashley when she didn't even know her and the fact that she brought me the worst drink anyone could ever bring me.

She may not know the reasoning as to why I hate Scotch, but she knew I hated it. Fucking everyone in the state of Ohio knew I hated Scotch. I banned it from all my parties. I even made a point to pour it out at any parties I went to.

"I thought maybe you changed your mind. You like butterscotch now and you didn't before," she said sadly when she realized how upset I was.

I promised myself I would never drink that fucking liquor ever in my life.

The taste burned in my mouth.

"It's not the same thing, Brittany." I set the glass down and rubbed my temples. "Nothing is the same."

Here it comes.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"You can't call me that, Britt. You have no right, and it's, it's reserved for, for someone else."

"What are you talking about?" she asked with a little more worry in her voice.

"I can't do this with you. I'm not your baby. You told me to leave, and I did. It was one of the best decisions of my life. Sure, I don't make that much money, and I don't exactly have a college degree, but I'm working towards my dreams, towards something I love and am passionate about. I work at an awesome job with an awesome coworker who's turned out to be a really good friend. And then there's Quinn," I paused.

"Quinn. And then there's Quinn. Really? I told you to go chase after something as big as you, not to go chase after Quinn. I'm glad you're going after your dreams, but you can do that with me. You don't need Quinn." Brittany snatched up my glass of Scotch and downed it before taking her glass and doing the same.

How could anyone drink that filth? It was going to bring out something in Brittany, I just knew it. I never had a good experience with Scotch, and I had a feeling this time wouldn't be any different.

"Quinn hasn't even been around for the past two years. You've been with me. I'm the one you love the most." Her voice started to sound a little mean, and it was something I wasn't used to.

"She was always there. I just didn't see it."

"No, she wasn't there. I made sure of that," she laughed angrily.

"What, what are you talking about?" I had no idea what that was supposed to mean.

"You can't tell me you never saw the way she looked at you or saw all of those stupid poems she would write about you. She's loved you since the first day we all met."

The look on my face was pure astonishment.

"You really don't know." Brittany just laughed again before walking away towards the bar.

I just stood there with a confused look on my face, trying to fit pieces together. Quinn's loved me for that long? Of course I read her writing, but she would have told me if it was about me, right?

Brittany came back with two more drinks in her hand.

Scotch. Again.

"Here's to your favorite drink," she said and took a big swig. Low blow.

It felt like watching my father all over again. I thought I had gotten away from that.

"Brittany you need to slow down. You need to stop," I took the other glass of Scotch from her hand and set it down on the table.

"No, you don't get to tell me what to do. Not after I did so much for us. I told Quinn to back off. Evidently she stopped taking my advice as soon as I wasn't around."

What in the holy fuck.

I couldn't stop the anger if I had tried. "You did what? When? Why would you do that?" Venom spewed from my words as I stepped closer to Brittany.

Brittany had never been this cruel before. I had never seen this side of her. Maybe it was the Scotch. It had to be the Scotch.

"I love you the most," she yelled. "After Quinn came by to tell me she was worried about you that day after cheer practice when you couldn't focus on anything to save your life, that's when I knew for sure Quinn was head over heels for you. Of course, I knew you liked her, but you liked me, too. You just didn't know how to face it, yet. I couldn't let Quinn get in the way of us. So, I told Quinn that you only liked me and that she needed to back off."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Brittany was so full of innocence and love. How could she have done that? It wasn't possible.

"I mean, she doesn't even know you like I do. No one knows you like I do," she slurred and picked up the glass again. I didn't even make any attempt to stop her. I didn't care. If she wanted to drink that shit then the she could. She could do whatever the fuck she wanted at this point.

"You know me, huh? Why do I like the stars? Why do I like acting? Why do I despise Scotch? Can you answer any of those questions?"

"What are you talking about, baby? What does any of that matter?"

"If you call me that one more time." Stop. I just needed to take a breath. Brittany was still a good person. That was just the Scotch talking. "Quinn was worried about me because my father beat the shit out of me the night before, and she went to you for help. She was being selfless. She was putting me first. And all of these years she's stepped out of the way so you could just have me like some prize to be fought over. But you haven't had me Brittany. Yes, I loved you, but she's had me since that night. I can't deny that anymore, and I won't."

"Your, your father beat you?" All of the sudden every harsh line in Brittany's face disappeared and was replaced with shock and sadness.

"Yeah, it's fine. It doesn't matter. I'm not around him anymore." My mind was racing with anger. Quinn's loved me since day one, but Brittany got in the way of it.

How different would things have been if she hadn't told Quinn to back off? Would we be together now? Would I have ever loved Brittany?

"Fuck. San, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I just, I didn't know. I love you the most. I want to love you the most," she said quietly.

Her voice just swam through the bar. Part of me wasn't paying attention. Quinn was all I wanted to hear and see.

"I didn't mean all of those things I said. I'm drunk, and I love you. I just want you to love me back, but when I saw you holding Quinn when I walked in tonight, I knew you finally figured it out. I knew you figured out that you love her. I wanted to stop it. I wanted you to love me the most again."

She looked so distraught. As much as I hated it in that moment, seeing her pain, hurt me. I loved Brittany once upon a time, and nothing can change that. I wouldn't take it back if I could. She taught me things no one else could have.

"Santana, I want to make you happy, but obviously, I'm not doing a very good job at it, and apparently, I don't know you as well as I thought I did or as much as Quinn does. I was wrong. I was wrong to tell her to back off, to try and choose for you. I'm so sorry." Tears started filling her eyes.

I couldn't help but comfort her. She still had so much good in her, despite how she went about getting us together. What she did was wrong, but she did it because she cared about me. She was never one to go about things the way most people did. Comforting her didn't mean I was over what happened, it just meant part of me understood.

I held her in my arms and let her cry a while before I tried to talk again. "It's whatever. It's in the past. But Brittany, we're really over. When you saw me with Quinn tonight, you were right. I do love her. I always have. That doesn't mean that I didn't love you because I did. You'll always hold a special place in my heart, but Quinn has me, more than I even think I have myself."

I wiped away her tears, and tried to calm her down. Don't get me wrong, there were pieces of me that were utterly infuriated with her, but this was still Brittany, and I hated hurting her, which was exactly what I was doing in telling her we were really over.

I called a cab to take Brittany to her hotel. She apologized about a million times, saying she didn't know about my father and that she shouldn't have done what she did, but that she did it out of love. After the millionth and one apology, I couldn't take it anymore.

It was better to forgive, right?

"It's okay, Britt. I forgive you. We all ended up where we needed to be, right? Well, at least, close enough." I still needed to get to Quinn and sort everything out.

I put her in the cab and told her I'd call her in the morning to check on her.

I didn't have time to babysit her to the hotel. I needed to find Quinn. I needed to chase after her. I needed to prove to her that she was the one that I wanted. She'd been there all along. She'd never really left. I was just too stupid to notice.

I got to our apartment a little bit later, and there was no sign of Quinn. Fuck, maybe she was at Kurt and Rachel's. I dug out my phone to try and call her.

"Come on, Quinn, pick up." A few rings before my call was obviously rejected and it went to voicemail.

I felt a little hazy from the alcohol, but I was on a mission, and I'd be fucked if I got off course or let anything get in my way.

I tried to call Quinn a few more times, but she just wouldn't answer. I guess I couldn't blame her. From her point of view, my ex came back and I let her kiss me, grind me on the dance floor, and I did absolutely nothing to explain myself or to stop it.

I tried to call Kurt, too, but he didn't answer, either. I even sent a few hundred texts to Rachel.

Still no answer.

It was official. I was a complete idiot, and the universe was shoving it down my throat. I didn't even know that Quinn had liked me for so long. Oh, I definitely had some groveling ahead of me.

I walked out of our apartment, slamming the door before locking it and started making my way towards Kurt and Rachel's.

What if there was a reason no one was answering? What if something happened to Quinn? Panic started to rise in me, and I decided to run my way to her.

"She loves her, Kurt. Did you not see the way Brittany jumped in her arms and kissed her? That's called passion," Quinn slurred into Kurt's ear as they made their way into his apartment building.

"Um, no dear, that's called utter surprise. What I walked in on between you and Santana would be called passion. She didn't look like she wanted to let go. She also looked like she wanted to stab me for interrupting."

"She really is a good kisser. You should kiss her, you'd love it. You'd be straight after." Quinn giggled as Kurt gave her a terrified look. "Better yet, maybe you shouldn't. I'm kind of in love with her, and as funny as it would be to see you kissed straight, I don't want Santana's lips anywhere near yours. No offense."

"Absolutely none taken. You can have Santana. I don't want her. She's all yours," Kurt replied.

A wave of sadness fell over Quinn's features. Santana wasn't Quinn's.

After a few flights of stairs and a few stumbles, they were finally up to Kurt's apartment.

The door swung open before Kurt even had a chance to pull out his keys.

Rachel stood in the doorway with her cell phone in her hand and an annoyed look on her face.

"Good, you two are here. Would one of you like to explain to me why I have more than twenty text messages from Santana filled with apologies and questions as to where you two are? I need exactly eight hours of sleep a night to be fully rested, and she's been blowing up my phone enough to wake up all of New York City."

Kurt just looked at Rachel sympathetically before looking at Quinn who had her phone out, scrolling through the numerous text messages she had received from Santana, all unanswered. One message caught her eye that she hadn't noticed before. A text from Brittany that said her and Santana were going back to her hotel room. Everything inside of Quinn began to ache ten fold.

"We're not exactly talking to Santana right now," Kurt tried to explain.

"Can you start? If I get one more-" Rachel's phone went off with the notification of a new text. She sighed in exasperation before opening it. "Seriously? What does this even mean? 'I get it, you're protecting her, but Britt doesn't have me like she does. It's not what it looked like. I sent her back to her hotel alone. Please tell me she's okay.' What is she talking about," Rachel asked. "Is Brittany here?"

"Ugh, yes, Brittany is here. She came here to sweep Santana off of her beautiful fucking feet," Quinn answered.

"Why do you seem upset about it?" Kurt gave Rachel a look that could only be translated as you need to shut the fuck up, you have no idea what you're talking about right now. "What? They're friends, aren't they?" Rachel questioned, confusion plastered all on her face.

"Isn't that the question of the evening. Are they friends or more? Kiss me then kiss her then fuck her then fuck off. Like Santana even knows how to make up her mind," Quinn mumbled as she fell over onto the couch face first.

"Kiss you? Really? Fuck, it's about time. I saw that coming forever ago. Now, I see why you're upset," Rachel stated.

Quinn lifted her head up to stare at Rachel just as Kurt did the same.

"What? I have two gay dads. I can see the signs from a mile away. Not to mention how much you two flirt. You both think you're the only one who likes the other, but it's pretty clear you're both in love. You just needed to connect the dots and get on the same page."

Kurt burst into laughter. "All this time, you knew, and you didn't tell me? I figured it out because Quinn is as subtle as a brick in the face, but you never let on that you knew. I thought we were friends. I'm thoroughly disappointed in your secret sharing," Kurt said with a hint of attitude.

"Oh, please. I knew you knew, too. There was no need in me talking about it when it wasn't any of my business. I figured when they were ready to talk about it, they would, but until then, it was none of your business, either," Rachel remarked.

Everything inside of Quinn felt numb. She was glad to have the aid of alcohol, but knew she would regret it in the morning. Right now, though, she didn't care. Anything to not picture Santana with Brittany.

"Now that we all know my business, can we shut the fuck up about it? Santana made her choice. She's with Brittany."

"No, I'm not," a voice came from the entrance of the apartment.

Every head turned in my direction. I guess I looked pretty horrible. I practically ran here. When no one decided to answer their phone, I got a little worried and a little pissed off.

"You, Quinn Fabray, are a fucking idiot," I said as I walked towards her.

"Well, that'll sure win you some points, Santana," Kurt commented.

"Shut up." I didn't need him getting in the way of this.

"But I'm an even bigger idiot," I relented. "For not seeing you, for letting you slip past my fingers. I finally had you in my arms, and I let you walk away without explaining what you mean to me. I won't do that again, even if you're so fucking mad at me you can't stand it because trust me, I'm just as mad at myself."

Quinn sat up fully on the couch, trying to gain focus in her drunken state, which was looked to be a little difficult.

"She kissed me, and I danced with her. I shouldn't have. You scare the life out of me, and for a moment I just wanted to empty my head out. You can't throw me for a loop and expect me to stand up straight right after."

"As if she could be anything close to straight," Kurt whispered to Rachel, who nudged him and giggled in response.

"You're supposed to be with Brittany. She texted me and told me she was taking you back to her hotel," Quinn said with an air of impatience.

"Seriously, I hate Scotch."

"What?"

"Nothing." But seriously, I fucking hated Scotch. "I'm not supposed to be with Brittany, and that's not for you or anyone else to decide, but me. She told me what she did, telling you to back off. She had no right." I sat on my knees in front of the couch so we were face to face. "Quinn, I'm so unbelievably sorry. I messed up. I need you to know that I'll try my hardest to never mess up again. It'll happen because I'm an idiot sometimes, but I'll promise to never mean to screw up."

"Quinn, I'm supposed to be with you. You're the only one who really gets me, who hates me and loves me at the same time. You're the only one who puts me first, even when you shouldn't. You know about my father. You've torn down every wall I've ever tried to put up." A smile started to form on my face.

I was doing it. I wasn't chickening out, and I wasn't running away.

"Do you know what I realized on the walk, well, the run over here?"

The quietest "what" came out of Quinn's mouth, and if I hadn't have been in the middle of explaining myself, I would have captured those lips in mine just to show her how fucking adorable she was.

"When I look up at the stars, I'm not searching for myself anymore, not like I used to. I already know who I am. I'm looking for a sense of safety. The stars only bring me a piece of that, but you, Quinn, you bring it all. You make me feel safe and everything else a person could feel. You are who I search for every night before I go to bed. It's always been you."

I could hear a squeal coming from one of the loser twins, but I couldn't have cared less. Let them hear whatever I had to say. I wasn't afraid of them knowing or anyone knowing how I felt.

"I know why you got upset. You thought I chose her, but I could never choose her, not again. I could never call her baby, not the whole time we were together, did you know that? That was always meant for you, even though it took me a while to figure it out. I could never tell her the things I can tell you. I can't tell anyone what I can tell you. You know about my father. You know everything about me." Her face remained blank, but I knew I had to keep going.

"You smell like tulips, and you talk in your sleep about the ocean and how the waves are your favorite. You talk endlessly about Dickens and Sylvia Plath, and I never get bored, despite not understanding most of what you're trying to explain to me. You're the sexiest, most beautiful person I've ever seen when you're yawning right after waking up and your hair is all messy and you have no make-up on. Whenever you write or doodle or do anything with your hands, I just want to grab them and hold them in mine, and never let go. I have loved you since the night you found me on my roof crying my eyes out. You came to me with no judgment, only comfort and the offer of safety. I love how you hate wearing socks. I love how you walk like you're moving towards something that's got to be the most important thing in the world, even if you're just walking to the stove to make bacon." She chuckled a little at that. A good sign, I hoped.

"I love how you make me feel terrified, happy, sad, excited, and foolish all at the same time. But mostly, I love you because I'm awful at explaining myself, especially after I've fucked up, but you're sitting here listening to me anyways."

I took a really big breath of fresh air. That was a little more than I had anticipated on saying, especially with Kurt and Rachel around, but it needed to be said.

I felt a little bad because halfway through my speech, tears had started to fall from Quinn's eyes. But if I had stopped to wipe them away, I would have lost my nerve and never finished telling her what she needed to hear.

She just stared at me with no expression on her face for what felt like forever. In reality, it was probably only a few minutes, but when you throw your heart out there, one can only hope it'll be caught, and you won't be left hanging, and time ticks by a little slower.

"Are you done?" was all that Quinn said.

I was taken aback a little at the brash question.

"Um, yeah, I mean, no, um, not if you don't understand how much I love you. Then I'm definitely not done, and I'll continue trying to convince you however I can that I want you, and as many times as you try and walk away, I'm going to grab your hand and chase after you. It's my turn to follow you. In a non-creeper kind of way, of course. Now, I'm rambling because I feel like an even bigger idiot than before, but that doesn't matter because you're wonderful, and no, no, I'm not done. I'm just getting started loving you," I said with a sense of assertiveness at the end.

I wasn't giving up.

"Okay."

"Okay? That's it? That's all you have to say? I pour my heart out, and all you can tell me is okay?"

"Yes."

"Oh my god, you're ridiculous." Was she fucking serious? Did she not just hear my speech?

"No, I'm not, but I am sleepy."

"I don't even know how to handle you right now, Quinn," I exclaimed as I threw my hands in the air. "I practically run here because you won't answer my calls. I'm worried sick about you because who knows what's happened to you since you left the bar wasted with only a stick man to help you out in case a psycho is on the loose. But I get here, and you're not murdered, so I lay everything out on the table and you tell me you're sleepy. That's it. You're sleepy."

"Yes, and a little drunk."

This woman could drive me insane.

"Well, would you like me to take your drunken ass home and put you to bed, then? You'll have to sleep in my bed again since your sheets still aren't washed from your clumsy ass spilling orange Fanta everywhere."

"Yes, please."

"I hate you and love you so much right now. You don't even know." Oh she could drive me crazy, but she was fucking adorable all the same.

"I do know because this is exactly how you make me feel," she said matter-of-factly.

Touche.

"Well, would you also like for me to carry you home in my arms, then? To make up for my idiocy, of course," I started to smile.

"I expect nothing less," she smiled back. Finally.

"Fuck you."

And I pulled her into me, kissing her with every ounce of passion I had. It was a little sloppy, but the love was definitely there.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and moaned into the kiss. God, she could take my breath away. Just as I was about to deepen the kiss, a cough rang through the apartment.

We both stopped and turned to look at Kurt with death glares.

"Do you make it a point to interrupt us, Kurt?" Quinn asked.

"Well, not that this isn't lovely for the two of you, but maybe Santana should carry you to your own apartment where you two can get your freak on without making Rachel and I watch."

"Hey, no one is making you two watch. You could have left at any moment," I laughed.

"You do realize this is our apartment, right?" Rachel asked. "And I really do need my sleep. I have an early rehearsal tomorrow. I would have gotten my full night's rest if you two had decided to not have been fools and told each other about your feelings years ago."

"I was never good with timing," I shrugged. "But at least I'm here now," I said as I turned my head back to face Quinn and gave her another kiss.

I could definitely get used to feeling of Quinn's lips on mine. She felt like home, the home I always wanted.

We both stood up. Quinn had to try a little harder to gain her balance, but I held onto her waist to make sure she didn't fall.

She looked at me with one eyebrow raised. Oh. She was serious.

I bent down so that she could get on my back for me to carry her home.

She hopped on and started to laugh.

"What's so funny? Other than the fact that I'm about to carry you a few blocks home?" I asked.

She leaned into my ear. "Just never thought I'd be riding you like this," she giggled.

A half drunken Quinn making delicious sex jokes in my ear.

"Just wait until we get home. I have a lot of things to apologize for, and I think you may like the way I say I'm sorry," I smirked at her.

Her grip on me tightened, and she placed a kiss on my cheek right before nibbling my ear lobe.

I don't think it would be possible to ever get enough of Quinn Fabray.