Hello :D Thanks for everything again, I appreciate you all. Even those who don't understand what's happening and not trusting that I know what I'm doing but continue reading anyway;) I'm gonna start making the chapters a tad longer simply because I am getting impatient haha, but enjoy! Thank you :)

Quinn was wandering around the Lima train station at 6am wondering where in the world Santana was. She hopped on the train after her final class of the year and even though the ride was extremely long, her nerves wouldn't allow her to sleep. This would be the first time her and Santana have actually seen each other since Santana asked Quinn to be her girlfriend, three weeks ago.

They've spoken pretty much every day like before and things were finally starting to lighten up a bit. Quinn had no problem with their newfound relationship considering she was the driving force behind it but Santana was struggling to get used to the idea. It's not that she didn't like the idea but well, Santana is Santana.

Quinn was afraid Santana would continue behaving like she did before she went back to NYC. Not to mention these days she just gets nervous when Santana is involved in general.

"Q?" Quinn whipped her head around towards the voice and saw Santana standing there giving her a strange look, "Are you okay?" She asked with a chuckle as she walked towards her.

"Much better now, thanks." Quinn said quietly as she pulled Santana in for a hug.

Santana squeezed her tightly before pulling back and getting a good look at her, "Are you sure? You look like you're about to pass out."

"I just need sleep, I've been awake forever." Quinn said, exhausted.

Santana offered her a frown, "I guess we should get you home then."

"I guess so." Quinn said awkwardly as Santana continued to stand there looking at her with her arms around Quinn's waist.

"Okay then." Santana said before she placed a quick kiss on Quinn's lips and finally let go of her, "I'll take this." She said, pulling the strap of Quinn's duffle bag off her shoulder.

"Thanks." Quinn said with a confused scowl, "So how are things around here?"

Santana snorted and reached for Quinn's hand as they started walking, "The same."

Quinn looked down at their hands for a moment, "So then remind me again why I'm here?"

"Everyone besides Berry will be here, Puck wants to have a party and because I've been here for two days already I think deserve an award." Santana explained.

Quinn's lips quirked, "So I'm your award?" She asked playfully and squeezed Santana's hand.

Santana pursed her lips and looked over at Quinn, "Apparently."

Quinn snorted, "You can stop acting like that."

"Acting like what?" Santana asked curiously.

"Awkward." Quinn answered quickly, "We've spoken every day for three weeks, you know."

Santana sighed and looked up, "That's not actually seeing you okay? Now the girlfriend thing is like...real and I don't wanna fuck it up. I don't know how to act around you now."

"Um, being you would be a start. If I didn't like the witty, snarky, slightly inappropriate Santana then I wouldn't be here. You don't have to start acting like nice or all lovey-dovey okay?" Quinn explained quietly.

"I know, I know but, I feel bad being snarky with you now." Santana muttered.

"What?" Quinn asked.

Santana sighed and spoke up, "I feel bad acting like that towards you now, especially because I don't want to make you mad."

"The only thing you could do right now to make me mad is if you continue being weird." Quinn said with a small laugh.

Santana chuckled, "So you actually like when I mess around with you then."

"Very much so." Quinn said with a smirk as they reached Santana's car.

Santana snorted as she popped the trunk, "Not what I meant...liar." Quinn went to the passenger side and fell against the car when the door didn't open, "Door's locked." Santana said with a smirk as she closed the trunk and went to the driver's side.

"Couldn't tell." Quinn said with a glare as she waited for Santana to unlock her door. Santana unlocked her door and hit the button for Quinn's door to unlock and she practically fell in the car with relief.

"You get everything taken care of?" Santana asked as she quickly started the car and pulled away.

"Uh yeah," Quinn said, thinking a moment, "Rachel said she got my package of clothes and stuff and I got the room situation at school taken care of and now I'm here so..."

"Speaking of Berry, Kurt may or may not have found out about us." Santana said cautiously.

"What? How?" Quinn asked with a scowl.

"I don't know apparently I had some stupid look on my face when I called you after I got home and he saw my Yale sweatshirt. Then he wouldn't shut up until I told him the truth." Santana explained with a sigh, "But Berry still doesn't know, I told him to keep his mouth shut until you got there."

Quinn smiled, "Why didn't you tell me before?" She asked curiously.

Santana shrugged, "I didn't want you to start freaking out about how you think other people will react when they find out."

Quinn pursed her lips and turned towards her, "How will they react?"

"I don't think any "friends" will care except probably Puckerman. They'll think it's odd because I mean hello miss preachy celibate heterosexual Fabray. But yeah, they won't care." Santana explained thoughtfully, "As for your family? We'll see I guess."

Quinn sighed, "Don't take offense to this but I'm not telling my father about this. If anyone is gonna get pissed its him and I actually enjoy going to Yale so..."

"If waiting to tell anyone will make you feel better then I don't care, Q. I know how hard this is but I didn't exactly have a choice when it came to people finding out." Santana said quickly, "You gave me time to figure this out, I can give you time to figure this out."

"Thank you, San." Quinn said quietly with a small smile.

Santana returned the smile, "Anytime, babe." She said as they pulled into Quinn's driveway.

Quinn sighed, "Will you carry my bag in please?" She asked in a sweet voice.

Santana started to argue but decided against it, "Go unlock the door." She said with a sigh.

Quinn grinned and did as Santana requested, "I could've done that, Santana." Quinn said when she turned around and saw Santana dragging the bag up the sidewalk behind her.

Santana just smirked and shrugged as she stepped through the door and swiftly made her way up the stairs. Quinn shut and locked the door before slowly making her way up the stairs herself. When she reached the top she saw Santana standing in the hall talking to her mom.

"Hey mom!" Quinn said quickly, trying to stay calm as she walked over to them.

"Hi, sweetie!" She said and pulled Quinn in for a hug, "I heard you come in, I was surprised to see Santana out here."

Quinn laughed nervously and stepped back, "Yeah, she was my ride. And helped me carry stuff in."

Judy nodded, "Will you be staying?"

Santana glanced at Quinn, "Um, I hadn't planned on it, actually."

"Oh nonsense." Judy said, "It's early in the morning and you both look tired, I'd hate for you to have to drive across town back home."

"If you don't care I guess I can..." Santana said slowly.

"Oh now why would I care?" Judy asked, waving her off.

Santana faltered and Quinn quickly stepped in, "Don't mind her, she's just tired." She said quickly and Judy just nodded as Quinn shot a look at a noticeably nervous Santana.

"Okay, well you two get some sleep. Love you, Quinnie."

"Love you too mom." Quinn said quickly and walked into her room, "Stop doing that." She said when Santana stepped in and closed the door.

"She's your mother, Quinn. I have defiled her baby girl, okay." Santana said quickly.

Quinn gaped at her, "She doesn't even know that. And she's still just Judy Fabray. You've known her about as long as you've known me."

"You know what? Talk to Brittany, she'll confirm I have a weird parent complex okay? I've known her parents longer than I've known you and I acted like a complete dumbass around them when we actually started dating." Santana explained as she sat on the edge of Quinn's bed.

"You're really complex about relationships I hope you know that." Quinn mumbled as she took her sweatshirt and sweatpants out of her bag and started changing.

Santana's gaze faltered and she started looking around the room at everything but Quinn. Quinn noticed and started taking her time with a smirk, "You feeling okay, San?"

"As good as I can for being about ready to jump out that window." She said distractedly as she stared at a mark on the ceiling above her.

Quinn glanced up to see what was so fascinating and barely even saw anything, "You're not looking at me."

"I'm respecting your boundaries." Santana mumbled.

Quinn furrowed her brow, "Since when?"

Santana scoffed, "Since always and since you're right about us needing to figure out if we can work without the sexual part of our relationship supporting us." Santana explained and finally looked at her, "Why, do you want me to gawk at you and tell you to keep the clothes off so I can-"

"Okay stop." Quinn interrupted quickly as she pulled her sweatshirt over her head, "Sorry I asked." She said and walked over to the bed.

Santana looked at her for a moment before she scooted to the other side of the bed and under the covers. Quinn crawled in next to her and groaned in delight as she did so, "God this bed always felt amazing." She mumbled into the pillow.

She turned her head to look at Santana who was watching her with an unreadable expression, "What?" Quinn finally asked.

"You're my girlfriend." Santana said quietly.

Quinn blinked at her, "Yeah..." She drawled out slowly, confused.

"That's so weird." Santana said in the same odd tone as before.

Quinn snorted, "I'm sorry?"

Santana shook her head quickly, "No I mean I just...I never thought we'd be here. It's weird but like...in a good way."

"Your behavior says differently." Quinn pointed out quietly.

Santana pursed her lips, "Am I being weird now?"

"Well kind of...but not like before I guess." Quinn said slowly.

"I'm not uncomfortable with you I'm uncomfortable with myself with you. I told you like how I can't explain how you make me feel just that I know I want this. That sort of blind l-feeling I have for you is scary." Santana said quickly.

Quinn narrowed her eyes at Santana's words, specifically the stutter before feeling, "You just need to spend time with me, you'll get over it."

"That's what I'm trying to do." Santana said quietly.

"Why do I feel so nervous right now?" Quinn whispered as her eyes flickered to Santana's lips.

Santana shrugged and leaned over to press her lips against Quinn's. Quinn sighed and immediately brought her hand up to Santana's cheek to hold her in place. She grabbed a handful of Santana's shirt and pulled her over as she turned to lay on her back. Santana let out a quiet laugh before she pulled Quinn's bottom lip between her teeth and gave a small tug.

"You should get to sleep." Santana said as she pulled back just enough to look into Quinn's eyes.

Quinn pouted, "But I like kissing you." She said quietly and squeezed Santana's hand.

Santana grinned, "We can have more sweet lady kisses later, get some sleep." She said before she rolled back to her side of the bed.

"Fine." Quinn sighed and snuggled up against her.

"Goodni...morning." Santana said quietly.

Quinn laughed, "Good morning, Santana."

"Where are you two off to?" Judy asked as Quinn and Santana quickly made their way to the front door.

"Everyone's back in town, we're gonna hang out." Quinn said quickly. Santana stood with her hand on the doorknob ready to go.

"Oh," Judy said, "Well be careful and have fun!" She called out.

"Thanks mom, love you!" Quinn called before she pushed Santana out the door. Santana reached for Quinn's hand as they walked down the walkway but Quinn batted it away, "Wait."

"Q it's not like she's looking out the window watching you leave, you're nineteen." Santana argued as she shoved her hands into her jean pockets.

"We have neighbors that she speaks to on a regular basis, Santana." Quinn said quickly, "Why are we even walking?" Quinn asked when she realized they were walking along the sidewalk instead of getting into the car.

"I'm sure alcohol will be ingested and I like both of us alive and not getting into accidents." Santana said giving Quinn a pointed look.

"Whatever." Quinn said and pursed her lips. They turned the corner and Quinn held out her hand and gave Santana a look. Santana pursed her lips but took her hand out of her pocket and grabbed it.

"So are we telling everyone or what?" Santana finally asked.

Quinn sighed and thought for a moment, "I don't know, does it really matter if they know? Because I pretty much only talk to you, Rachel and Kurt anymore."

"If you don't think it's their business then I don't care but I swear to god if I see Puckerman harassing you then I won't hesitate to go all Lima Heights on his ass, okay?" Santana said already sounding irritated.

Quinn laughed, "So charming."

"Damn straight." Santana responded, trying not to laugh.

"I don't wanna not hang around you all night though." Quinn admitted quietly.

"Do whatever you want and if they put two and two together then whatever and if not well then that's their problem." Santana said easily.

Quinn sighed, "You make it sound easy."

"You're already handling this better than I expected you to, I think you'll be okay." Santana reassured.

"How'd you think I was gonna handle it?" Quinn asked curiously.

Santana thought for a moment, "Like you did all throughout high school and push it away and panic if you thought anyone would find out."

Quinn snorted, "I think I've grown up considerably since then."

"In regards to that maybe." Santana offered.

Quinn scowled, "What's that supposed to mean?"

Santana laughed, "That argument we had the night of that stupid hockey game showed how capable you are of regressing back to your HBIC self."

"So?" Quinn said questioningly.

"So..." Santana said slowly, "Don't worry about it. You're fine." She said as she pulled Quinn down an alleyway.

"Are you gonna kill me?" Quinn asked playfully.

"It's a shortcut, Q." Santana said with a laugh.

They walked quickly through the alley and ended up on Puck's street, a few houses away. Quinn looked around, confused, "What the hell, how did I not know that was there?" She asked as she looked behind them.

Santana shrugged, "Pay more attention."

"I-whatever." Quinn said as she turned to face forward again with a small scowl on her face.

"So...here we are." Santana said as they walked up to the door, "You ready?"

Quinn took in a breath and held it in her cheeks before quickly releasing it, "Why did I not have a problem with anyone in New Haven knowing but the people I actually know scare the crap out of me?" Quinn asked quietly.

"You could be yourself up there and not worry about being a Fabray or the head cheerleader everyone wanted." Santana explained giving her hand a small squeeze before releasing it.

Quinn looked at her slightly annoyed with that response, "Let's go." She said quickly, urging Santana to open the door.

Santana opened it and allowed Quinn in first and Quinn groaned internally when she saw everyone sitting in a big circle talking amongst each other...until they walked in then they all turned their attention to the door. Quinn's eyes scanned quickly over all their faces, noting it was everyone from their glee club, not the new kids.

She let out a sigh through her strained smile and ran her fingers through her hair, "Hey guys." She said quickly.

"There they are." Kurt dragged out with an annoying smirk on his face, "We didn't think you'd make it."

"Well here we are so shut it, Hummel." Santana said as she stepped up beside Quinn.

"I see someone hasn't changed a bit." Mercedes said sarcastically.

Quinn bit the inside of her cheek and bounced on her heels, "Come on." She said quickly and grabbed Santana's wrist, pulling her away into the kitchen.

"Calm down, Santana." She hissed as they entered the other room.

"Lady Hummel and I are about to have a smackdown if he doesn't get that look off his face the whole night." Santana muttered as she ripped two bottles of Smirnoff from the refrigerator and handed one to Quinn after she tore the top off for her.

Quinn grabbed her wrist and forced her to look at her, "You live with him, Santana I'm sure you know how to ignore him by now. Just chill out."

Santana looked at her for a moment, "Okay but I swe-"

"Yeah yeah you'll go all Lima Heights on his ass, you know it's cute when you try to act tough for me but you need to tone it down a bit." Quinn said with a small smirk.

Santana scowled, "Act tough? Please, I'm a badass."

Quinn snorted, "Of course you are."

"And how are you the one telling me to calm down right now?" Santana asked confused.

"Because you're the one already getting pissy with people." Quinn explained quickly, "Now let's go." She said and started back out to the living room. The circle shifted slightly so there was space between Brittany and Tina for them to sit.

"Sit next to Britt please." Santana whispered as they made their way over. Quinn didn't want to sit by Brittany, she was pretty sure Brittany would end up angry with her about being with Santana. But she just sighed and sat down anyway, leaning towards Santana since she was in a dress not sitting cross-legged.

"Why don't you wanna sit next to her?" Quinn whispered when they got situated.

"I didn't think you'd want me to." Santana responded quietly with a shrug.

Quinn grinned, "Why wouldn't I?"

Santana gave her a blank look, "Because you're you don't worry about it." She said quickly with a sigh.

"So we're just talking about what everyone's been up to. Nothing exciting except Brittany has news!" Blaine chimed in loudly, catching Quinn and Santana's attention away from each other.

"This is why Sam called me." Santana mumbled to Quinn quickly as Quinn turned to face her expectantly.

"I got into MIT!" She said excitedly and Quinn struggled to hide the shock on her face.

"Wow, that's, that's great Brittany!" Quinn said with a smile, happy for her friend.

"Yeah, apparently I'm a genius so..." She said nonchalantly.

"Called it." Santana said as she raised a hand.

Quinn glanced over at Santana as Brittany beamed, "But I'm over talking about it so much so...what have you been doing, Q?"

"Or who?" Kurt said, earning an immediate glare from her and Santana.

"My year at Yale just ended so, I'm happy about that...And I'm going to stay in NYC with Rachel, Santana and Kurt this summer so..." Quinn explained.

"No juicy gossip?" Kurt asked with an overly curious tone.

"No." Quinn said pointedly.

"Are you seeing anyone?" Blaine asked curiously. Quinn couldn't tell if Kurt said anything to him and he was being sarcastic or not.

"Maybe." Quinn said and earned a few ohhhs from the circle.

"Is that why you're staying in New York, to stay close? That's so sweet." Tina said, peering by Santana to give Quinn a smile.

"I was wondering why you wanted to stay with us. Now it makes sense!" Kurt said excitedly, "So, dish. What's he like?"

Quinn glanced nervously at Santana who was giving Kurt a look that would've killed. Quinn thought quickly, "Dark hair, tan, a tad on the shorter side," That earned a snort from Santana, "Smart, sweet, sexy...pretty awesome."

Santana covered her grin by taking a drink and Kurt just nodded his head slowly, "How long have you been seeing each other?" He asked.

Quinn sighed, "Like officially? For about three weeks."

"Is it serious?" Tina asked, "It must be if you wanna stay close."

Quinn shrugged, "I don't know, I think it is. Santana, you guys know each other, what do you think?" Quinn asked nonchalantly and swatted at her arm.

"I-what?" Santana turned towards her and Quinn gave her an expectant look, "Oh um, yeah. For sure. You're disgustingly perfect for each other. It's a shame you hadn't hooked up sooner." She said with a small grimace.

"So we'll have to see a lot of this mysterious lover of yours then, huh?" Kurt asked with a nod, seemingly disappointed this didn't go in the direction he probably hoped it would.

"No more than necessary." Quinn said, smirking at him.

"You gotta picture of him? Don't be holdin back on us now, Q." Mercedes chimed in and Kurt perked back up suddenly interested again.

"That's enough, let's talk about me." Santana interrupted, "The kid isn't that great."

Quinn let out a quiet breath in relief as Santana continued before anyone could argue, "So I've been taking a side dance class at NYADA. It's pretty awesome I mean like its not like I need much help but having some experience behind me might help. And I've been seeing this über hot chick for awhile. Tall, blonde, killer ass, sexy voice, hazel eyes that I always get lost in, smart. She goes to Yale actually, Quinn hooked us up." Santana rambled off quickly, dangerously bordering the line of complete obviousness.

"That girl that came to see us a couple weeks ago?" Kurt asked and Santana nodded, "I was wondering about that...she looks awfully similar to Quinn. It's uncanny really."

Santana blinked at him, "Really?" She asked and turned to Quinn, "Huh, maybe. I never noticed that." She said distractedly as she pretended to examine Quinn's face.

Quinn shot a glare at him before she narrowed her eyes at Santana, "She sounds hot." Quinn said and Brittany snorted behind her.

"I did say she's hot...sexy may be more accurate though." Santana pointed out with a nod as she looked by Quinn and gave Brittany a questioning look.

"Well I'm glad you too are so disgustingly happy with your bitches." Puck finally spoke with an annoyed tone, "I bet neither of them are better in the sack than I am."

"Better actually." Quinn said and Santana nodded her agreement, "I don't have to get drunk to want to be intimate either." Quinn said and then narrowed her eyes at the irony behind the statement.

Santana laughed at her, "Girls do it better Puckerman. And actually know how to give you an orgasm and can do it over and over and over and over again." She said with a smirk.

Quinn bit back a grin and Puck narrowed his eyes at her, "Can it, Lopez."

"This is turning out to be fun." Quinn whispered to Santana after everyone was done with Santana's discussion about lesbian sex. Santana nodded with a smirk, "Want another drink?" Quinn asked after she took her last drink.

"Sure." Santana said, quickly finishing hers, "Want me to come?" She asked before she handed Quinn her bottle.

"Not yet." Quinn smirked and stood up, earning an eyebrow raise from Santana before walking out of the room to the kitchen. She threw the bottles in the trash and turned around to see Puck standing in front of her, "Can I help you?" She asked, already annoyed.

"Why don't you wanna be with me?" He asked, sounding irritated.

Quinn gaped at him, "The only reason we were ever "together" is because you got me pregnant. If that didn't happen I just would've been another notch on your bedpost."

"You don't know that. If that was true then why do I still wanna be with you?" He asked stepping closer.

Quinn held up her hand at him, "I don't know but I suggest you get over it."

"Is there a problem?" Santana asked as she charged through the door and saw Quinn holding her hand up to Puck as he stood close to her.

"It's none of your business, Lopez." Puck said.

"I think it is Puckerman." Santana said as she stepped between them and pushed him back, "Q is my homegirl so if she doesn't want anything to do with you then you best get to steppin."

Quinn snorted from behind her and Puck glared at them both, "She's the mother of my kid, Lopez I think I have the right to talk to her if I wanna."

"That argument has been invalid for three years, Puckerman. If she kept her I'd understand but she didn't and I'm pretty sure you're more than half the reason for that so..." Santana explained quickly and waved her hand to shoo him away.

His glare shot back and forth between the two girls before he rolled his eyes and walked back to the living room, "You really need to calm down." Quinn said as Santana turned around to look at her.

"I told you I wasn't gonna put up with him." Santana said, crossing her arms.

"I would've been fine, I don't need you to rescue me." Quinn said quietly.

Santana looked at her for a moment, "That doesn't mean I don't want to."

Quinn sighed and looked down to hide her grin, "What do you think he'd do if he knew about us?"

"Probably explode...we should tell him." Santana said with a chuckle.

Quinn looked up and shook her head with fond smile, "I'm cool with hiding in plain sight...it's fun."

"It is isn't it?" Santana laughed before she quickly kissed Quinn, "Let's get back out there." She said and turned towards the fridge.

Well this is turning out to be pleasantly surprising.