"Okay.. Keep your eyes closed" I said.

"They're closed, I can't see shit!" she giggled.

I held her hand and directed her to the 3D space room. I opened the door, looking back to make sure her eyes were still closed. I walked her in and let her stand right where I put the blanket. The room was dark, the only source of light we had was from the "stars" on the roof and the walls. The room was usually for showing how a little bit of space looks like - so my idea was to bring Quinn there and we could watch the fake stars together. In private. I carefully helped her sit down and pressed play on the stereo. The mixtape she made me played.

"Open your eyes"

Her reaction was exactly what I was hoping for. She widened her eyes, scanning the dark - subdued room. She raised her hands and covered her mouth, as she lowered them again a smile grew on her lips. I sat down right beside her just to get a better look of her face.

"Santana.. This, it's so.. I'm speechless"

"Happy Birthday, Quinn" I pulled out her gift from my bag.

"You really didn't have to do this.." her smile was still there. "Thank you"

She slowly opened the little box up and picked out what was in it. She took the ring out. She blankly stared at my face. Her mouth opened but then closed again.

"It's a promise ring" I commented.

"Santana, this looks so expensive.." she looked down at the silver ring that was laying on her palm.

"It doesn't matter. I wanted to show you that I will always be faithful, that I'll be yours for as long as you'll have me, Quinn" I took the ring in my hands and put it on the middle finger of her left hand. "This way no one will think you'll engaged" I chuckled.

"I don't know what to say" her face was glowing from happiness. I felt fulfilled at last, I felt complete.

"You don't have to say anything," I smiled and took her face in my hands "all I've ever wanted ever since you snatched my heart is to see that smile on your lips.. That's the only thing I want. A smile on your lips"

She sat closer next to me and brought her head closer to mine, leaning in for a moment of magic. She rested her hand on my shoulder and the other one was lightly pressed against my chest. With a long stare into my eyes, she pressed the smooth, baby-soft lips against mine - making me feel like I really was in space, another galaxy. Another world. Slowly, I leaned back with her following my lead to not stop the kiss. Soon, she was right on top of me. The kiss got deeper, more passionate - it felt in someway new. I got another type of butterflies, another type of happiness. I was obsessed with the taste of her touch. She pulled away and rolled over to my left side. She laid there with her hand intertwined with my own, watching the outstanding view. I looked over to my side and looked at her watching the fake - convincing - stars. A face like hers was something I would never in a million years want to look away from, even if it was for a couple of seconds - even if it was to look at the stars. At least not that moment, I wanted to see her be amazed by it. I forced myself to look away from her to look at the clock. We had plenty of time left. Not even once had Quinn looked away from the view. She was absolutely stunned. I brought her hand up and looked at the ring in her hand - it looked great. She was right, it was expensive but nothing could stand in the way for me when I wanted something done.. Not when it came to Quinn. I was too determined. Even though she could be more than rude, more than plain mean sometimes or "a bad influence on me" - it didn't stand in the way for me to picture her perfect. As blinded as she was from her addiction, I was blinded by her.

"Santana?" she said, finally looking at me. "I want to talk to you about something"

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

"No.. It's me"

"What's wrong?"

She sat up and I did right after her. The short hair fell right on spot, she took a deep breath and swallowed a noticeable lump in her throat.

"You know how I sometimes, or always, get overly jealous?"

"Yes?"

"And how I sometimes don't even know what I'm saying.. I can curse and be rude to you and not even feel sorry.. You know?" she said. I nodded. "And how I'm so overly attached and obsessed with you, how I can't even control my anger when I get the thought of you being with someone else but me, romantically"

"Quinn, what are you trying to tell me?" I rushed. She was worrying me.

"I just want you to know that none of that is because I want to. It's not, I promise you" she looked like she was going to cry and I couldn't control the power of my emotions - they rose up to making me feel like I wanted to cry too, seeing her that way. "It's just that.. I-I have real problems, issues" I had never seen Quinn nervous. Especially not like this.

"Talk to me Quinn, what's wrong? Has something happened?"

"I'm mentally disturbed, in many different ways. Or I have been forced to believe I am" she once again swallowed. She tried to cover up the fact that her eyes were watery from me but failed.

"What do you mean?" I worried.

"I'm a freak" she chocked on her sentence and had a emotional breakdown. Loud sobs and heavy breathing was all I heard.

"Calm down.. You're not a freak" I held her against my chest, allowing her to make the collar of my shirt wet. "You're not a freak" I said again and brushed my hand through her hair. "You're perfect, you're not a freak" I rubbed her back. I didn't understand what Quinn was telling me, why she cried that hard - but I knew something was up and I couldn't do anything but just be comforting and consuling that moment.

"I am" she sobbed. "The whole universe keeps telling me I am"

"You need to tell me what's happening so I can help you, please" I said as she pulled away from my chest and dried her tears with her sleeve just to let out another swell of them right after. I took her hands and lead them down to her knees. I took my thumb and dried the wet cheek. For once in our relationship - I felt like I was in control, something I knew would vanish.

"When I was ten, my mother took me to the doctor's, yeah?," she said "I was diagnosed with brief psychotic disorder. That's why I always have my guard up.. I feel like if people knew about this lie they've told about me, I would lose everyone. I felt like if you knew, you'd leave me. That's also why I'm so obsessed with keeping you to myself only.." her voice got strong again after she finally let that out. "However, since then, I've been seeing a psychologist once a week, the same one too"

I didn't know what to say so I just sat and let her speak.

"Do you know what she said when I visited her the last time?"

"What?"

"I was messing around during the session, I thought she knew that, you know?," I nodded "she told my parents and me she thinks I'm also suffering from schizophrenia" her voice became so intense, she sounded so upset you could hear the anger rising "she's a liar. I'm none of those things, Santana. Do you believe me? I don't suffer from any of that crap, I swear" she said.

"I believe you, Quinn"

"I just don't understand anymore. How can someone be that stupid? Wouldn't I be crazy if I was suffering from those things? Wouldn't I be hurting people?"

"I guess.. Quinn, I don't know why they're doing this to you but I know you well enough to not believe it, okay? Don't ever worry about me leaving you. You know, even if those things were true about you, I'd never really leave.. No matter what"

"Really?" she furrowed her eyebrows as if she was thinking really hard.

"Really. That proves it, don't you think?" I pointed at the ring.

"I love you so much.. It scares me" she laughed.

"I love you too," I smiled "but Quinn.. You need to let your psychologist understand that you're none of those things. Stop messing around when you're there.. I never want to see you this upset again"

"I never really cry, you know?"

"But you did now"

"I was scared of what you would say. You're such a normal girl, I'm probably already too much for you.. I thought you would be totally grossed out after I fully opened up to you"

"No, I wouldn't be grossed out by you, ever"

"One thing I really am is paranoid" she smiled.

For the first time - Quinn opened up and let her guard down with me. I felt like she got more comfortable with me after she was assured about that I wouldn't leave her. After I gave her the promise ring I guess it was a sign for her that I honestly would never leave her no matter what she did. No matter what she was diagnosed with. I believed Quinn when she said what they said about her wasn't true. The brief psychotic thing wasn't that extreme of them to think, but I still chose to believe her that they were lying. Nevertheless, the schizophrenia was too much. If she was suffering from that - it would be seen a long time ago, not just from her acting like she had it on one session. Her shrink was a mess. She had seen Quinn since she was ten and still couldn't really see the real her. That was nine years the same day she turned nineteen. If you've seen a client for nine years but still jump to conclusions after her behaviour one on session then something is wrong with you.
I looked over at Quinn and saw her fiddling in her bag. She looked around and at last she took out what she was looking for. Drugs.

"I brought us a little something" she smiled.

"Quinn, can we not.. Just today?" I asked.

"Why not? It's my birthday for God's sake" and the Quinn I knew was back.

"I just want to be with you today. No drugs, no alcohol"

"I've always wanted to get high under the stars" she joked.

"We'll get high under real stars," I smiled at her "let's not ruin this" I took her hand to stop her from preparing it.

"Fine.., Fine" she sighed.

"Thank you"

"The things I give up for you" she chuckled and shook her head.

"Wow.. You give up two lines of coke for me. I feel blessed" I teased back.

"Now, yes, but you know I'd give up my whole life for you if I had to"

"Now you're just talking"

"I'm not"

"You are" I said.

"No. You mean more than you know, much more than you know"

"Why don't you show it then?" I asked.

"You don't think I show enough?"

"It's not that," I said "you're great. I'm just wondering, if you say you love me much more than I know, why not show me how much that is?"

"You'd be scared, creeped out" she smirked.

"Probably not" I laid down again, looking at her, waiting for her to do the same.

"Probably" she laid down beside me.

"Whatever you say"

After many long minutes of silence, I heard her let out a giggle again as she reached for my hand. She raised it up to her lips and gave it a slight kiss.

"You know, I'm never this happy. It only comes out when I'm with you"

"That's how I feel about you too"

"Thank you for the best birthday ever, I couldn't wish for something that would even match up to how great this was, is"

We laid there for more than one hour in almost complete silence. We looked up at the stars, I counted them and gave them names. Each star got the name of every thing I loved about Quinn. The brightest "star" got the strongest name. Brave. I was hoping Quinn was doing the same thing; thinking about me even though I was right next to her. Even though she could just do what she was daydreaming about me, I still wished she was making up scenarios of it in her mind. Just like I sometimes when we were silent in the car would think about how it would be to kiss her in the rain.
I stopped counting stars and watched her face instead. The straight nose, the thin yet rich lips, the hair and the glossy eyes - all of those things amazed me more and more everytime I got a look of her.

"Do you think you'll ever love me more than you do now?" I broke the silence.

"Yes. Of course" she answered without even thinking about her answer.

"Oh" I frowned to the other side, not letting her see it.

"But it's a good thing" Quinn said.

"How is it a good thing?" I looked at her again and squinted my eyes

"Because every time, every day I'm with you I discover new things about you, new features and new habits that make me love you even more"

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