A/N: Sorry for the wait! Had to get a good grip on how this story is going to go, and last night I had a total "OMG I KNOW" moment, but then I had to sleep and then I had school so yeah here ya go! Hope you guys like it!

Just so you know, I've had reviews on New Things and no doubt eventually on this about sexual things that I write. People are saying that I should make it more detailed and such, but I keep my stories T and I'm probably pushing it a little for that rating, but I refuse to make anything too explicit. Just so you all are aware :)

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Chapter 2

The week wasn't so bad. Santana didn't get kicked out of Quinn's english class, Quinn finally managed to focus on Shakespeare in English class, and Brittany and her family had randomly decided to take a vacation in Florida. Quinn was more than a little happy about that, and she didn't care how mean that made her sound. Brittany, Santana and her were supposed to all hang out over the weekend, but if Brittany wasn't there, it would just be one blonde with the Latina.

To say that Quinn was happy would be a major understatement. She had been a little busy sorting out her feelings for the last few weeks, and Santana had been spending an insane amount of time with Brittany and Puck. Finally, though, the two best friends were finally going to hang out again.

At the end of school on Friday, Santana approached the blonde in the hallway. "Q!"

"Yeah?" Quinn asked curiously.

"I can't hang out tomorrow," Santana told her immediately. Quinn's expression fell, and the Latina rushed to finish talking. "Something came up with, um, Puck and well, he and I are hanging out."

Damn Puck!

"Oh," muttered the blonde. Santana gave her an apologetic look.

"I'm sorry, Quinn, I―"

"It's fine, S," Quinn lied, forcing a big smile, the one she gave to people when she was attempting to convince them of something. Then, she stepped to the side to make her way around a certain girl.

Santana caught her arm and pulled her to the side of the hallway. "Don't give me that crap, Q. We've known each other since first grade, you don't think I know that fake smile when I see it?"

Quinn didn't say anything.

"So you are mad at me for being with Puck?" Santana asked in a hushed voice.

"No, I'm mad that you and I haven't hung out in like weeks, because it's always 'Puck this' or 'Brittany that'!" Quinn snapped. She didn't want to sound jealous, but it was hard to not act jealous when she was so jealous.

"You haven't really seemed to be all over the idea of hanging out with me, either," Santana retaliated.

"I've been dealing with... stuff," Quinn admitted, her voice quieter. Santana didn't say anything for a moment, but the look she was giving Quinn said "more information, please". The blonde sighed. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Quinn, we're best friends. You can tell me anything," Santana told her, her usually harsh voice now soft and kind.

"Seriously, I don't want to talk about it, Santana."

Santana gave her a very serious look, staring at her hazel eyes, before sighing and nodding. "Okay. Do you want me to cancel with Puck tomorrow?" Santana asked. "Because I really do miss hanging out with you."

"Well, I mean I was kind of looking forward to it..." Quinn bit her lip.

Santana gave her a small smile. "Okay, I'll tell Puck I have other plans." Quinn smiled at her.

"This is why you're my best friend," Quinn told her, bumping her elbow against the other girl's arm.

"Why? Because I am sometimes not a horrible friend?" Santana asked with a weak laugh.

"You're not a horrible friend, S," Quinn insisted. Santana shrugged, and her eye caught on Puck, who was walking towards them.

"Gotta go talk to Puck now. I'll see you tomorrow, Q."

Quinn watched the Latina walk off towards the mohawked boy. Sighing, Quinn walked out of the school, eager to be away from it's halls and the people who were still crowding them.

The rest of Friday went by quickly, and before Quinn knew it, she was waking up late on Saturday morning. She looked at her phone and saw that she had just received a text from Santana.

From Santana-See you at 12, girlie!

Quinn smiled. Santana had actually canceled with Puck. The blonde had half expected her to "forget to tell Puck", but she really had pulled through. Good.

To Santana-What do u wanna do today?

From Santana-Idk, can we do something like, lazy?

Quinn chuckled.

To Santana-Sure. Wanna just stay in?

From Santana-Sounds good. I'll be over there soon! (:

To Santana-See you soon(;

Smiling to herself, the blonde scurried out of bed to get ready. She dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, normal attire, and then went into the bathroom to flat iron her hair and apply a light amount of makeup.

Then her phone buzzed. Walking back into her bedroom and sitting down on her bed, she grabbed the device. It was a text from Brittany.

From Brittany-You still hanging with S today?

To Brittany-Yep, why?

From Brittany-No reason. Text me later.

Quinn, a bit confused, set down her phone and made up her bed and picked up around her room. Of course, Santana had seen her messy bedroom many times before, but it felt different this time. This time, she had finally embraced that she had feelings for this girl, and she wanted to make a good impression, even if Santana had no idea.

There was a light knock on the door from downstairs. Quinn, a little too excited, skipped downstairs and opened the door, beaming at her best friend. Her parents weren't home, they hardly were, so she and Santana were the only ones in.

Santana smiled at her, but something in her eyes didn't look right. Quinn smiled back, ignoring the dark, brown eyes, and let the girl inside. "Hey, S!"

"Hey, Q," Santana returned, half-heartedly. Immediately, Quinn frowned.

"What happened?"

"Nothing, Quinn," Santana mumbled, slipping past the blonde and heading upstairs. Quinn sighed and followed the Latina upstairs. She really wanted a drama free day, but seeing as that wouldn't happen, she need to figure out what was up with Santana.

"Seriously?" Quinn asked, following the girl into her bedroom. "What's up?"

Santana's eyes steeled themselves, refusing to show any hint of feelings. It was something Santana did a lot, something she had learned to do as she built her badass reputation. However, now, the shield fell again almost instantly, and tears poured from beautiful, brown eyes.

The brunette fell onto the bed, and Quinn immediately sat down next to her, wrapping her arms around the crying girl. What the hell?!

She didn't ask. "Shh, it's okay," she repeated soothingly until the girl stopped crying and wiped her eyes, gently pulling away from the blonde. Quinn missed her touch as soon as it left.

"Puck dumped me," Santana grumbled.

"Oh..."

Santana raised her eyes to meet Quinn's. "Oh?"

"I'm sorry, Santana," Quinn whispered softly. "He's an ass."

"I know, but I mean... just like no one has ever wanted to be with me as long as he has," Santana muttered, wiping at her cheeks even though no tears had fallen again.

"He only wanted to be with you for one thing, S," Quinn reminded her. Santana narrowed her eyes.

"Still."

I want you! I want you forever! "I'm so sorry, S. Guys are asses, especially Puck. There's only one way to get over them."

Santana raised any eyebrow.

"Ice cream and movies," Quinn told her seriously, before smiling slightly.

The brunette sitting next to her smiled as well. "That sounds like a good idea." Quinn beamed.

"I'll go get the ice cream," Quinn piped up. "Pick some movies!"

Quinn was lucky enough to have rich parents, although they sucked and were never home, and had a nice flat screen TV in her room. Santana nodded in agreement and Quinn skipped downstairs to the freezer.

She selected a large tub of cookie-dough ice cream, grabbed two spoons and then headed back upstairs, where Santana was waiting with plenty of movies picked out.

They set the first one up on the TV and then crawled under the covers of Quinn's bed, opening the tub of ice cream and spooning out the icy dessert. It occurred to Quinn that she hadn't eaten breakfast, and she wasn't likely to get up to have dinner either, but she pushed that thought away.

They lost track of the movies they watched that day. All Quinn knew was that in the middle of watching Pitch Perfect, much later that night, she looked over and saw Santana sound asleep next to her. The blonde chuckled and closed the nearly empty tub of ice cream, carelessly tossing it off her bed and getting up to turn off her TV.

Not too long later, she was laying back in the bed, her body pressed next to Santana's warm, sleeping figure. Sighing, she felt herself falling asleep...

Quinn moaned. "Santana..."

Tan hands ran up her sides, under her shirt and pulled, needy. Quinn obliged and yanked off the shirt, giving Santana access to her soft breasts. As Santana squeezed, Quinn moaned again. "Santana!"

Santana's lips pressed in between Quinn's breasts, sucking lightly and eliciting a third moan from the blonde. She then sucked harder, making a prominent mark on otherwise perfect skin.

Santana moved lower, and Quinn squirmed under her. "Please, Santana! I need you!"

"Mm," Santana agreed, sucking her way down lower, lower... as she grabbed the edge of Quinn's lacy panties, she suddenly looked up at Quinn. "Quinn! Quinn! Q!"

"Quinn!" Santana exclaimed. Quinn sat up instantly, breathing heavily.

"What? Huh?" she looked around. She'd been dreaming. Groaning, she wiped her eyes. "What time is it?"

"Dunno, what I want to know is who it was," Santana told her, a sly sparkle in her eye.

"Huh?" Quinn asked, confused.

"You were moaning in your sleep, Quinn. That means you were having a very dirty dream. Who was it with?" Santana asked, raising an eyebrow. That eyebrow is so damn sexy!

"No one," Quinn muttered.

"Who?" Santana pushed, knowing that Quinn was lying. "It wasn't Sam was it? Or dough boy?"

"No, and no," Quinn told her, shaking at the thought of having sex with Sam or Finn. She hadn't told anyone, but she hadn't had sex with anyone since Puck, and she had no intention to do so anytime soon.

"So then who?" the Latina asked excitedly. Quinn just shook her head, and then Santana's jaw dropped. "Was it Puck? Quinn, you can't be having sex dreams about Puck! He totally seduced you, got you drunk and knocked you up before ditching you to have to deal with Beth alone. You can't still have any feelings for him!"

"Santana!" Quinn exclaimed. "I didn't have a sex dream about Puck!"

Santana looked a little more relaxed.

"It was just one of those dreams where things happen, but you can't really recognize anyone in it, you know?" Quinn choked out her lie. Santana quirked up another sexy eyebrow before finally giving it.

"Alright," she agreed.

Damn it. This is more than just some innocent crush.

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