Day late, sorry, busy week...However, I rewrote this chapter several times not knowing exactly how I wanted this part to go but I think it turned out okay...at least for what I have planned :) So as always thoughts would be appreciated and are appreciated, thank you for sticking with it if you have been! :D
"Fabray…Hey…Quinn!" Quinn felt someone shake her shoulders and she rolled over and groaned at the interruption.
"Go away," Quinn moaned and she blindly swatted at whoever disturbed her.
"This is my bed, Fabray, so don't tell me to go away. Get up!" Santana ripped the blanket off of Quinn who was still in the same spot she was when Santana left earlier for work.
Quinn groaned again as she groggily sat up and looked at the alarm clock on the night stand, 3:00am. Santana was tearing back the comforter on the other side of the bed.
"Why are you being mean? It's too late…early?" Quinn mumbled and stood up, still hardly aware of her surroundings. She rubbed her eyes with a yawn as she turned around to look at Santana who was standing on the other side of the bed staring at her.
"What are you, five? I'm not being "mean"; I wouldn't have woken you up if your ass wasn't hogging the entire bed." Santana mumbled as she situated herself in bed.
"You're gonna be in a shitty mood tomorrow falling asleep so early, you better hope you're not up the rest of the night." Santana inquired watching Quinn who was still just standing by the bed, "Are you gonna stand there like a creep or are you gonna lay down?"
"I didn't know if you were okay with me sleeping with you...in here with you." Quinn said as she rubbed her eyes again.
"I'm not gonna make you sleep on the couch again, just lay down." Santana rolled her eyes and turned over on her side as Quinn finally settled herself in next to her.
Santana leaned over to turn off the lamp and they fell into a comfortable silence. Santana was already falling fast asleep but Quinn had already had a good 7 hours of sleep. Smart one, Fabray, Quinn thought, wanting to kick herself. She became restless and decided she wasn't comfortable lying on her back. Or her right side. Or her left side. Or her stomach. She sighed and eventually ended up on her back again and looked at the clock again. 3:45. She slammed her head back into the pillow and she felt Santana stir next to her.
"Quinn, I swear to God if you don't stop moving I'm gonna kick your ass." Santana mumbled.
Quinn sighed again, "Sorry." She started to get up and make her way out of the room but Santana flicked the light back on.
"Where are you going?" Santana looked up at her with squinty eyes and a furrowed brow. Quinn turned around to look at her and tried not to grin at how cute she looked…or at the memory it brought back of the "morning after".
"I can't sleep again and I'd hate to disturb Princess Santana so I'm going…somewhere not here." Quinn said, her voice was still laced with sleep, "I wanna change out of this anyway."
Santana stared at Quinn who stood unmoving by the entrance of Santana's room, "Are you gonna keep acting like this?" Santana asked seriously but Quinn feigned confusion, "You know what I'm talking about, don't look at me like that."
Quinn sighed and ran her fingers through her hair nervously, "I'm not acting like anything, Santana, I just said I can't sleep so I'll leave you alone." Quinn said quickly.
Santana looked at her for another moment, "Why are you here?"
Quinn actually was confused this time, "Are you even awake right now?"
Santana glared at her and sat up, "Yes, Quinn, I'm awake. I'm well aware this conversation is happening and what I'm saying, now answer the question."
"What do you even mean?" Quinn furrowed her brow, she thinks she knows what Santana is trying to get at but she's not budging at the moment.
Santana rolled her eyes, "God, are you really gonna act like that? Berry complains about how you never visit all the time and that the first and only time you did was when Kurt called us both here. I know you didn't wanna see either of them badly enough to leave your precious Yale so why. Are. You. Here?"
Quinn looked away from Santana for a moment a took a deep breath and readied herself for whatever response she might get from Santana. She looked back at Santana who raised her eyebrows telling Quinn to talk, "I needed…," Quinn took a another breath and Santana looked at her expectantly, "I want to talk to you about…you know." Quinn said quietly and looked down for a moment. Santana didn't say anything so Quinn looked back up to see Santana playing with her hands in her lap, looking down.
"Santana-" Quinn started to say but was interrupted by Santana abruptly looking up at her.
"I heard you, Quinn. Why are you doing this, we agreed not to make this a thing, did we not?" Santana said with her brow slightly furrowed. Quinn couldn't tell if she was upset or confused or mad or what but regardless she slowly made her way back to the bed and sat down on the edge with one leg up so she could face Santana.
"I mean…yeah I guess…," Quinn said slowly trying to think of what she should say, "Can I ask you something?" Santana gave her a look which she assumed was a yes so she continued, "Be honest, what did you think when I said you looked good in your dress?"
Santana looked at her for a moment and laughed a little, "I was like super confused, not gonna lie. Since when does one, especially me, receive a compliment from you?" Santana cocked her head wondering where Quinn was going with that.
Quinn slowly nodded her head, "Mmhmm, okay so what about when I asked you to dance with me when Finn and Rachel were singing?"
Santana very slowly nodded her head upwards, "Again, super confused." Quinn was supressing a smirk as Santana watched her, "And definitely the same when you asked me if I wanted to get outta there…I'm assuming that was the next question." Santana continued.
Quinn quickly nodded again, "Before that night you assumed I was straight?"
Santana smirked, "Not entirely I mean I was almost positive you've had a massive lady boner for Berry for a while but other than that, yeah I guess."
Quinn glared at her but quickly regained herself, "Okay, so I'm straight right? And me being me doesn't even have sex with guys she's been in long term relationships with, which I know you know, you made fun of me all the freaking time. Anyway, do you see what I'm getting at?"
Santana cocked her head again and looked at Quinn for a moment, "How long?" Quinn looked confused and didn't answer so she made herself a little clearer, "Okay, if I'm understanding you right, you clearly had some plan in your pretty little head that night to get me in bed right? How long was that a…thing for you?"
Quinn licked her lips and let out a windy laugh as she looked down, "I don't know, I've always been aware of how attractive you are," Santana snorted but Quinn continued, "But, I think something clicked whenever I was with, um, "Patches" and after I started thinking about it and then saw you when we both came here…" Quinn trailed off and looked back up at Santana who was giving her a curious look.
"Why did you lie then? You said it was a one time thing, what exactly were your plans for after?"
"If I had said anything implying otherwise you would've gotten pissed." Quinn stated like it was obvious.
"So you thought lying about it would be okay? The purpose of having a one night stand and agreeing that it stays a one night stand is to have sex for the hell of it and not worry about feelings and other stupid shit. Did you even think about how I might feel about any of your little plan? You were just worried about getting what you want like you always do!" Santana said, clearly getting a little angry with Quinn and Quinn just looked at her but Santana continued, "You knew you had these feelings for me, whatever they were, why didn't you just fucking talk to me or something?"
"Because you're so good at those conversations right?" Quinn said with a pointed look making a gesture between them to prove her point and Santana was just glaring at her, "So that's all it was to you, a one night stand?" She finally asked hesitantly.
Santana scoffed, "Don't even say it like that, you're acting like I don't give a shit about you and just used you because I was upset about Brittany or whatever other theories you have going on in your brain. Of course I was assuming it was a one night stand and was ready to keep it that way but I have a little more respect for you than that." Quinn rolled her eyes, not believing her, "Okay but yeah, it was a one time thing…for me…sorry." Santana finished quickly.
Quinn looked down and laughed humorlessly, "Alright, I guess this conversation is over then." She said standing up and walking towards the curtain. Santana watched her for a second before she quickly stood up and grabbed Quinn's hand so she'd stop and turn around to look at her.
Quinn stopped and closed her eyes slowly turning around. She was ready for this conversation to be over, it was obvious Santana didn't exactly not care about her but she wasn't in any way suggesting she had legit feelings for her. Quinn didn't expect this exact scenario but she knew one similar was definitely a possibility. She was upset but she wasn't going to let Santana see.
She opened her eyes when she was fully turned around and was face to face with Santana who had an expressionless look on her face just staring back at Quinn, "I don't want you thinking I don't care about you, Quinn. As confused as I was I had fun that night and I definitely think we took another step in our relationship that night but I don't think it's the step you're wanting. I kinda think it's hilarious that Quinn Fabray is admitting she has feelings for me though," She smirked and Quinn pursed her lips to stop herself from interrupting her, "But I think deep down in that smart head of yours you know that this couldn't work. We barely got along as friends do you really think we could make it as anything else?"
Quinn looked up to avoid Santana's eye contact for a moment and thought about it. Sure they didn't get along in high school but every time they fought or argued it was over their positions on the Cheerios or Santana just being pissy her boy toy got Quinn pregnant. They didn't have to worry about that anymore but Santana is Santana and if Quinn keeps pushing her she won't have her in her life at all so she looked back down at Santana and just nodded her head understandingly.
Santana grinned and squeezed Quinn's hand that she was still holding and said, "Don't be mad okay?" Quinn forced a grin in return and nodded again and looked down towards their hands as Santana said, "I'm gonna go back to bed now, after you change you can come back in here...if you want." She offered with another squeeze and went back over to the bed to lie down again. Quinn watched her for a moment before they said their goodnights and she made her way to her bag beside the couch to get her PJs.
She made her way to the bathroom and took her time changing and whatnot. And thinking. She hates how that conversation ended up going but, weird, Santana was the one who asked her not to be mad, not the other way around. She doesn't know if Santana is being Santana and afraid of showing her feelings or if she really wasn't interested in continuing anything with her. Quinn was going to try to find out she just didn't know how yet. Maybe waiting for another time would be best though, she thought. She gave herself a final look in the mirror, like it really matters how she looks considering no one is even awake, and made her way slowly back into Santana's room.
As she entered, Santana was turned facing away from her seemingly sound asleep. Quinn sighed and quietly made her way over and carefully adjusted herself under the covers. It wouldn't hurt to try to get a little more sleep instead of being awake forever. It took a little while but she finally relaxed and fell back to sleep.