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Quinn rolled over and threw her hand over the side of the bed. She was barely awake and she could already tell her head was going to ache all day. She groaned and rolled back over and suddenly realized she was the only one in bed. She sat up slowly and peeled open her eyes looking at the bed and then around the room and noted she was the only one there.
After she rubbed at her eyes for a minute her mind began to register what had happened last night and she began to panic. Santana had said she wasn't going to leave...but what if she changed her mind? She went to grab her phone off the night stand when she noticed a piece of paper lying underneath it,
Q,
I didn't leave you so calm down. I'm still angry with you though and I woke up before you so I decided to take Dexter for a walk and have a little mother/son talk about our future. But you should take a little walk to the University Library k? Please? Be here by 11 or I swear I'll blow your phone up til you get here.
Xo Santana
Ps: it looks like rain so
Quinn snorted and rolled her eyes as she stood up. She quickly popped two Aleve in her mouth before she walked to her closet and whipped out her Yale sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. She changed and grimaced when she looked at herself in the mirror. After she wiped the makeup from around her eyes she tied her hair in a low side braid, grimaced again but grabbed her phone and keys and went out the door.
The walk to the library went fast and Santana wasn't kidding when she said it looked like rain, it looked like it could downpour any minute. She sighed, no one else was around, just her. They were all smart. Santana not so much.
She walked by a bench in front of the building and her face twisted into a scowl before she stopped and took a few steps back. She turned towards the bench and sure enough what she thought she saw was sitting there, Dexter.
"Seriously?" She mumbled as she quickly scanned over the surrounding area for Santana or anyone else for that matter. Something white was sticking out of the bear's sweatshirt pocket. Quinn picked him up and grabbed what turned out to be a piece of paper. She threw him back down on the bench and carefully unfolded the paper:
You made it! Congrats. I bet you're wondering where I am well I'm not telling you sorry. I have a few things I need to say and I need to say them without the chance of you arguing and ruining everything ok? But first I made a list. A list of reasons why I'm mad at you :)
1.) You're really stupid for a smart person (sorry)
2.) You don't trust me or anything like at all
3.) You do stupid things that inadvertently hurt my feelings because of those 2 things...like last night
4.) You don't understand how much you mean to me like at all
5.) You make me talk about this shit all the fucking time even though you know I'd rather jump in front of a bus
6.) You never wear jeans. You have a nice ass for a white girl it's a shame you don't show it off more
7.) As much as I hate those stupid little sundress things you always wear you look so fucking cute in them.
8.) You're like really sexy when you're naked...under me...with those fantastic legs wrapped around me
9.) I don't understand I didn't think being adorably sexy was actually a thing
10.) Your voice is hot
11.) 8 and 10 go together well
12.) This is quickly becoming a list of reasons why you constantly frustrate me
13.) Anywayyyyy, about what I said last night. If you were anyone else I would date you in a heartbeat. Hold in the offended look I'm sure is on your face. I don't give 2 shits about the chance of getting hurt again its just...I know how strongly I feel about you and if anything ever happened I literally don't think I'd be able to stand it. You have ALWAYS made me feel a way I didn't understand like I just need you in my and now that you actually want to be with me it scares me because I know how I feel yet I don't. I don't know why, aside from obvious reasons like how adorably sexy you are and stuff, I care about you and like you so much I just like I don't even have any words. I can honestly say I've NEVER felt this way and quite frankly it scares the shit out of me.
14.) So like...you scare me
15.) And I wrote this down
16.) Now you have proof
17.) But I gave it to you anyway
18.) See what you do?
Anyway wow that was embarrassing so before I embarrass myself anymore I'm gonna go.
Xoxoxoxo Santana.
Ps: Turn around
Quinn stared at the paper for another moment still not quite processing what Santana had actually wrote before she realized it said to turn around. Confused, she did as she was told and was met with Santana standing on the other side of the sidewalk in a Yale sweatshirt and jeans of her own with her arms behind her back. She rocked on her heels impatiently and had an expectant look on her face.
"Where'd you get that?" Quinn asked quirking her lips and gesturing towards the black sweatshirt she was wearing.
"I ran a few errands." Santana shrugged as she slowly stepped forward.
"A few?" Quinn asked curiously.
"I got these too." Santana said with another shrug as she brought a hand from behind her back holding a bouquet of colorful assorted flowers.
Quinn bit back a grin and furrowed her brow as she took them, "What are these for?" She asked, her voice rising in pitch slightly.
"Read the note." Santana said quickly, as she rocked back on her heels again and again.
Quinn took out the small piece of paper and eyes Santana momentarily before she read it,
Last night made me realize you won't wait forever. Last night made me realize I don't want to wait any longer. The fact that you're still waiting for me is enough to prove I need to stop being such a little bitch. Will you be my girlfriend, Quinn Fabray?
Quinn choked back a teary laugh before she looked back to Santana who had an anxious look on her face, "Is this for real?" She asked quietly.
Santana nodded and looked down, "I know you needed to hear all this I just I'm not good with words, especially with you...you know how you butt in every two seconds." Santana explained quickly.
Quinn chuckled and brought the flowers to her face, inhaling deeply, "So you're not gonna talk to me first?"
"Don't complicate this, Q." Santana mumbled and looked back up with a glare.
Quinn quickly ran over everything Santana just admitted to her, "Why did you wait so long?"
"I wanted you to move on. Just please say yes or no!" Santana hurried her along.
"Waiting sucks, doesn't it?" Quinn asked tauntingly as she stared at Santana, "Maybe I should think about it." She pondered.
"We don't have all day, Fabray, I leave at four." Santana said impatiently.
"Hmm..." She tapped a finger on her chin as she looked into Santana's eyes, "I would...love to be your girlfriend, Santana." She finally said and Santana actually smiled in relief.
She jumped forward allowing Quinn just enough time to get the flowers out of the way as she wrapped her arms around Quinn's neck. Quinn smiled and wrapped her arms tightly around Santana's waist.
"Happy?" Quinn mumbled into Santana's shoulder as she breathed her in, enjoying this moment for all its worth.
"Happier than you'll ever believe." Santana mumbled before she pulled back just enough to reach up and capture Quinn's lips in her own, "Nice jeans by the way." Santana said with a wink before crashing her lips against Quinn's again.
"Well this is sufficiently awkward." Santana stated as she stared blankly at people hustling about around them in the metro station.
Quinn shifted uncomfortably in her chair and sighed, "We've been friends for a long time that can either make it easier or make it awkward...you're making it awkward by saying its awkward."
"We've barely spoken all day." Santana stated.
"Then speak." Quinn said with another sigh.
Santana sat back in her seat with a sigh, "I'm sorry about what I said last night...you know, bringing up Beth and stuff." She mumbled quietly.
Quinn barely caught what she said, "I'm sorry about what I did that caused you to say what you did...and what I said as a rebuttal." She replied quickly, looking at her out of the corner of her eye.
They sat there silently for a moment before Santana turned to face her, "I don't want things to stay like this, Q. If we're being honest we've been more than friends since Valentine's Day I don't think there's any reason for things to be like they are right now."
Quinn pursed her lips and turned towards her, "Everything before now was just like...us being us you know? There wasn't a label and now there is."
Santana sighed again, "That shouldn't matter...but I mean we were hardly fawning over each other so it's not really the same."
"I don't see any fawning now." Quinn said quickly causing Santana to roll her eyes, "You weren't like this with Brittany what's the difference there?"
"Brittany was different." She answered quickly.
"I just asked what that difference was." Quinn said with a pointed look.
Santana pursed her lips, "Am I telling the Hummelberry clan about this?"
Quinn huffed and stopped herself from rolling her eyes, "Wait until I'm actually there so they don't change their mind." She mumbled.
"Change their mind about what? I doubt they'll have anything to complain about, you probably won't touch me all summer." Santana mumbled as she crossed her arms and turned to face forward again.
Quinn bit the inside of her cheek and watched Santana for a moment, "You don't know that, I just said I don't want sex to be why we work its already why we're here."
"I'm a sexual being, Q. I needs my sweet lady kisses or I could die." Santana practically whined.
"You've survived two months I think you can hold out for one or two more." Quinn said sounding annoyed.
"Can we at least have a quickie in the bathroom before I leave? Hold me over until you decide you're ready for a mature relationship?" Santana asked as she nudged Quinn with her elbow.
Quinn grimaced and glared at her, "I am not having our first time in a public restroom."
"First time? Are we forgetting why we're even here? Quinn, we've already had our first time...and second. Sex is sex babe, you can't pick and choose which times count." Santana explained.
Quinn pursed her lips, "I mean like, our first time actually being together, babe." She mocked cooly.
"Don't mock me or I'll never call you by name again, just babe." Santana teased.
"Good luck explaining that to my mother." Quinn said quickly.
"Why? Oh, Ms. Fabray, didn't you know? Quinn is my sweet sweet lady lover and to show how much I adore her I've decided to just call her babe. Aside from in the privacy of our bedroom ya know." Santana said in a mockingly sweet tone ending her spiel with a click of her tongue as she nudged Quinn again.
Quinn snorted, "I'll be sure to say a few words at your funeral."
"She loves me, she should be thrilled I've corrupted her baby girl." Santana said proudly.
"Oh whatever." Quinn said shaking her head.
"What? It's true." Santana said as she smacked her hand down over Quinn's, "And you're stuck with me. Not goin' anywhere."
Quinn bit back a grin and she glanced down at their hands, "Great." She said blankly.
About that time an announcement came over the intercom, "That's me." Santana mumbled as she squeezed Quinn's hand and threw her bag over her shoulder and stood up. Quinn followed suit and they looked at each other for a moment.
"Thank you." Santana said quietly before she pulled Quinn in for a hug.
"For what?" Quinn mumbled into her shoulder as she wrapped her arms tighter around Santana's waist.
"Everything." Santana said quietly as she pulled back and looked into Quinn's eyes, "I'll call you when I get home...Oh and don't stress yourself out over this okay? I know how you get about things."
"I'll be fine." Quinn promised.
Santana just narrowed her eyes before she reached up and kissed Quinn, "I'll see you soon, Q. These three weeks will fly by, trust me...then I shall properly woo you into not regretting this." She said and made a kissy face at Quinn.
Quinn grinned and nodded as she waved before Santana disappeared in the crowd. She was happy, so so happy that things finally worked out but she wishes Santana didn't have to leave. Also being wooed by Santana was wholly unnecessary considering she's pretty sure that happened a long time ago...but whatever she wants. But she wishes Santana was actually right about the next three weeks...except she knew she wouldn't be.