A/N:

First of all I want to thank you guys for all the reviews.

You don't know how happy I am when I get notified about a new review on my story.

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So I got a bit carried away in writing; this chapter is longer than usual.

And please tell me if I'm moving a bit fast or slow, yeah?

I hope you like it!

CHAPTER 12

Love is inaudible—until you hear it. And once you do, you'll never forget the sound of her voice.

It wasn't the first time that Quinn heard Santana's voice. It wasn't the first time Quinn heard Santana's voice singing that song either; Songbird. But it felt just like the first time for Quinn. Santana had a clear, lyrical voice and her song remained in Quinn's ears long after the music has ended.

"I remember singing that…" the blonde snapped back to reality as she heard the same voice that drove her to her fantasies. "To a girl, a beautiful girl, I serenaded her without even knowing it." The Latina smiled remembering the memory looking down and looking back at the blonde, but the blonde's eyes was blue instead of hazel.

Quinn's smile faltered. She was expecting that look to be directed on her. She expected that that smile would be for her. Unfortunately, it wasn't. And that was enough to break her heart, right? It would've broken into pieces, if Santana didn't continue speaking. "This was the first time I sang this song to her in person."

And it clicked. It all comes back to them being in a secret relationship. Santana didn't look at Quinn because that would've been so damn obvious. So she's reflecting her words for Quinn to Brittany. As bad as that sounds, that was what the Latina is doing.

"This might not be the first time I would tell you this, but, I would've proudly announce to the world how much I love you, but they might steal you away from me, and I don't think I'm ready for that, yet." Santana said looking to no one in particular.

"She's obviously pertaining to Britt." Finn said to Rachel.

"But they were so open with their relationship, so it's unlikely to be Britt." Sam reasoned. Quinn could only smile.

"You're right." Rachel agreed. "Maybe it's Hanna." Rachel concluded since the two girls have been hanging out and Santana seemed to be looking at Britt who's beside Hanna. The short brunette could sense that the Latina was totally reflecting.

That obviously caught the attention of everybody in their circle. While everybody just stared at Rachel, Emily crushed her red cup she's holding. She's drunk, and although she knows about Quinn and Santana, she can't help but feel annoyed.

"Em." Spencer said hinting that Emily was a bit tipsy. She can sense that the girl beside her tensed so she held her hand and get the cup from Emily. She can't tell Emily that she knows about the whole Hanna-Emily-Aria love triangle so she just squeezed the girl's hands and kept quiet.

Of course the physical contact didn't go unnoticed by Aria, who has been stealing glances of the two for quite some time now.

"Ki-iiiss! Ki-iiiiss!" Puck and Kitty cheered like high school students. Obviously they were referring to Santana and Brittany.

The Latina's eyebrows furrowed. Her action totally backfired and now her friends think that she's still in love with Brittany. Brittany on the other hand was smart, and even if she isn't, she's not numb. The way Santana's head wanted to look towards the other blonde was painfully obvious. And the obvious fact that Santana sang to her hundreds of times in person gave it away.

Although, the tall blonde was curious on what Santana would do. She had an inkling feeling that what she has seen is not a one-sided love. And maybe this situation would give them a push.

Santana looked at Brittany looking for help. But the blonde just shrugged. Their friends continue to cheer, besides Puck and Kitty, the rest was cheering because they are intrigued on what the Latina will do next, and who she'll kiss.

Santana laughed nervously. This time she searched for another brunette for help; Emily. But her friend looked clueless on what to do too.

"Come on, guys. You should be entertaining me and not the other way around." The Latina tried.

"Oh come on, Lopez. You wanted to kiss the blonde too." Puck stated which made some of them smirk. Because he's description was totally vague.

Santana can see the uneasiness of her girlfriend, another reason why she shouldn't kiss anyone but her, but she wasn't sure if Quinn would be pleased, because it meant outing their relationship.

Brittany stood up which made Quinn stand up too. The rest was thinking about the same thing: Hanna is out of the question. Both blondes looked at each other intently. Santana was glued to her place.

It didn't take a minute for Emily to stand up and grab Quinn's hand casually.

"Uhm…sorry for the bad timing. It's already eight, I need to go." Quinn lied, hoping she sounded convincing and looked at her friends apologetically. She looked at Santana this time, "Happy birthday, again." Then she hugged the Latina and kissed her in the cheeks. Then she pulled away.

There was the confirmation that Brittany was looking for.

Hanna, Rachel, Sam, and Aria thought they got the answer.

The rest was left unsure.

While Santana thought she just received another gift from her girlfriend; a public kiss.

"Let's go?" Emily asked. The blonde nodded, bid her goodbye and walked out with the brunette.

"Thank you for the save there, Em." Quinn said after they arrived in front of the Fields residence in Emily's car.

"I don't think I've helped a lot, Quinn. Besides, you kissed her, it's like answering them, you know?" Emily replied.

"It's a kiss on the cheeks, Emily. Friends do that; I didn't confirm anything." The blonde smiled smugly.

"So does this mean you're still going to be open about your relationship even now?"

That made the blonde think. She actually did that to stop Santana from kissing Brittany, and now that she thought about it, it might mess up their relationship in lots of ways. "Yes."

That made Emily furrows her eyebrows. "We're your friends, Quinn. You could trust us." Emily tried to assure the blonde.

"I know, but, the more people know the more possibility that my parents would know too." She said with such fear and worry in her voice.

Emily hold Quinn's to stop her from fidgeting. "What are you really waiting for? When will you be ready?"

And Quinn didn't know, because although Santana clearly want to publicize their relationship, she didn't push the topic. She never pressured her. So the blonde took her time. All she really knew was that she was scared and unready. But she didn't thought about the limits. She wasn't sure how she'll be ready. Will she be ready when her parents would see things differently? That's unlikely to happen.

"I'm guessing you don't know." The brunette sighed. "I love you, Quinn. But I think you're being…" she hesitated but continued anyway, "you're being selfish and stupid."

Quinn was taken aback by her friend's last word. "What?" she asked in disbelief, not because she disagrees but because it was the first time she heard Emily say such a word.

"You heard me. I'm not going to say it again." She shrugged it off. "Why did you enter a relationship, if you'd both act single? It doesn't make sense."

"We're not. You don't see me dating some other guy. And I know Santana's not doing anything like that either." The blonde said defensively.

The brunette sighed. "You never dated anyone." She mumbled.

"That's beside the point. As long as we both know that we're together, I'm contented."

"Don't you understand? You're pushing her back in the closet. " Emily said in frustration, although she tried to speak calmly.

The blonde didn't expect that. Santana always seemed confident for who she is. She never saw Santana as someone who'd hide who she is, but then again, that's exactly what she doing now.

The realization on the blonde's face was obvious. It didn't go unnoticed by the brunette. "She didn't really struggle coming out, Q. Her parents just assumed, so it wasn't a big deal really. But her internal battle, I don't think that was easy for her. And now, she learned to embrace herself and —I'm just worried that she'd start doubting herself again. I love how she is now…"

"I'm trying to not get in trouble but I'm having a war in my mind. What if my parents are right?" the blonde asked sacredly.

"Then you should break up with her." She said seriously. "If you think it's a sin to love her then stop it now and let her move on."

The blonde shook her head, terrified of the idea. She can't imagine herself not being with Santana, so she answered, "If it's a sin to love her, then it's the only sin I'd willingly make."

"Then what's stopping you?" the brunette answered rhetorically.

Quinn breathed deep. "I know this might be a hard relationship to keep, because even if I want to, I can't show how much I care and love her in public." She started, "I want to shout to the world how much she really means to me, how great she is, how easy it is for her to paint a smile on my face. It's hard." She sighed. "But it's easier; lesser relationship breakers, lesser cock blockers. Sometimes, it's better to keep something so fragile than to show it to the world. I'm afraid it may be taken away from me so easily. Do you get me?"

"But are you happy? Are you completely happy? Because the way I see it Santana's settling, Quinn. Sure, she's happy, you make her happy and that's good. But at some point, the world will intrude your own world. Reality will barge right in and you have to face it. You have to face that you're not the only people in this world."

"I know what we're doing, Em." The blonde said stubbornly, trying to drop the topic.

"She would kiss, Brittany." Emily said abruptly. Quinn just stared at her, asking for an elaboration. "She would kiss her because she would try to not let them know. She would kiss her ex-girlfriend to keep your relationship a secret. She would kiss her to keep your own little world." She said with much certainty that it convinces Quinn, and not question it.

The blonde didn't say anything and just bury her face on her palms. She didn't dare to deny it. Because knowing Santana, she would do it; to protect their relationship; to protect her. "At least I know she would be doing it for us."

"But does it hurt less?" Five words. One question. That's what made me realize that if I don't do anything about it's either it would be too painful for us to stop or it would be too painful for us to not stop. Because we would both end up hurting each other to save our relationship for the wrong reasons.

Quinn didn't like the idea of Santana flirting with other girls just to act natural. Quinn likes a lot of things but sharing is hardly one of them. And she's pretty sure her parents would soon find it weird that she still has no boyfriend; and at one point or another they'll pressure her.

She wouldn't wait for Santana to kiss Brittany again, not because she needs to, this time, but because she would want to. The idea didn't sit well with Quinn. Santana might be tired of being loved in the shadows, and would slip away from her. And it doesn't take long to know that Brittany wouldn't mind loving Santana in the sunset, in rainbows, in public.

"Take me to our house now." The blonde demanded.

"I thought you said-" the brunette was cut-off.

"I'll tell them." The blonde said briefly.

"Shouldn't you be doing this with Santana?" Emily asked unsure. She does want Quinn to tell her parents, but she didn't expect now. Soon, but not now. She wanted Quinn to reconsider her decisions not make a rash one.

She shook her head. "I think this is something I should do on my own."

Santana cleared her throat. It wasn't hard for her to smile, "Where were we? Right, the kiss. Still up for that?"

Of course Puck and Kitty together with Finn gamely cheered.

The rest was surprised. And if they were pretty sure before, now they're at loss.

Santana tried to convince herself that what she's about to do is for their relationship; for Quinn. And so, when Britt stepped towards her looking at her for permission, she took a step forward as well. And when Britt slowly tilt her head and went in for the kiss, she gently kissed back.

The kiss didn't last long because Brittany pulled away. It was a peck that lingered just a bit. If it was because of the show they're putting, or because they missed each other; Brittany wasn't sure. But she didn't like it, she loved it but she didn't like it.

For once, they shared a kiss that wasn't passionate, a kiss that wasn't romantic, a kiss that meant nothing; so Brittany didn't like it. But nonetheless, it was a kiss from Santana so she loved it. If anyone was reading her thoughts they might hate her for loving it, but she did. Santana was after all, her greatest love.

But that was it. Santana and her agreed to settle for friendship, and she's planning to stick with that. For how long? She's not so sure, but she will. She'll at least try, because it's the first time she saw Santana smile that bright, without her being the reason behind it. And believe it or not, she's happy for her. And being the 'best friend' that she is, she's not going to screw that up.

Never in a million times did Santana think that her worst kiss would come from Brittany. She's not saying it is though, because, hey, it's Brittany. But it's far from their past kisses. This one was just…a show. And she's not a very good actress as she claims to be. So if the kiss was believable for her friends, maybe she did like it. But it was an, it-was-fun-while-it-lasted kind, because the moment their lips parted, her mind drifted back to her girlfriend. And it made her, for many reasons, guilty.

Brittany squeezed her hand after. Santana's pretty sure they were being teased by their friends but she was lost at her own thoughts to care. She just wanted to see how Quinn's doing. "Kurt, I believe it's your turn to sing." She said still holding Brittany's hand.

When Kurt grabbed the microphone, "Now if you'll excuse us." And heading outside, with Brittany.

"Oooh. Alone time." Kitty teased, then pouted. "You're such a jerk." The shorter blonde said, crossing her arms, "You invited me here to let me see you get back with one of your exes."

"Well, babe. That's why I'm here." Puck said as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"I'm drunk, Puckerman. But not out of my mind." Kitty countered.

Santana and Brittany just laughed at them, rolled her eyes and went outside.

"Britt-" she started but the blonde dancer stopped her.

"You don't have to explain anything. Besides, I enjoyed the kiss." She lied, or said, or maybe half-lied, she's not really sure. And it didn't matter.

"I'm sorry for using you." That didn't sound right even for Santana. And it hurt her heart a little.

"Way to go rubbing it on my face, Santana." The blonde joked, well, in all honesty, as of the moment she's a bit confused to even know the difference of serious and joking.

Santana only sighed, too torn to even laugh. She can't laugh. Not when she didn't know what if Quinn's feeling okay. And not when she knows, Brittany's trying to be okay when she's really not. "I'm sorry."

Brittany sandwiched her face, and made her look at her eyes. Then she went in for another kiss, but this time, she gently placed it on the forehead. "I would say you could always use me if needed, but that would sound creepy so I won't. But you totally could." And ended it with her best smile.

It didn't change anything, but it made her feel a little bit better.

"You can't keep doing that." Santana stated holding the blonde's hands on her face. Brittany furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Kissing me. I have a jealous girlfriend." Then Santana smiled shyly.

The blonde scoffed. "You should thank me, you know?"

"Thank you." It was her turn to kiss Brittany in the forehead.

"Thank you too." Brittany smiled.

"For what?" Santana asked in confusion.

"For telling me the truth." It only occurred to Santana that she confirmed her relationship with Quinn. But the funny thing is that it didn't scare her. She knew Brittany would keep it, as if her own secret. Santana might not trust people easily, but it's always different with her best friend.

"Will you stop doing that?" Santana feigned annoyance.

"What now?" the blonde asked.

"That." She pointed at her mouth. "You smile like you know when the world's going to end."

Brittany just laughed it off. "Of course not. I don't smile like that, but maybe I'd ask Natalie Dormer when the world is going to end."

Santana could only smile.

"Now call your" Brittany said with authority, and whispered the last part, "girlfriend."

"I will. But I'm going to wait for Emily." She replied.

Quinn nervously stepped out of Emily's car. She walked towards their gate. "It's locked." She repeated louder for her friend to hear. "It's locked."

The girl stepped outside her car. "Locked?" she said skeptically, yet relieved. She can't hold in her smile.

"What part of this situation is amusing for you?" asked the blonde who noticed her friend's smile.

She chuckled. "I was worried because you're a bit rash, tonight, Quinn."

"You must be happy then, huh?" she asked bemused.

The brunette nudged Quinn. "Aren't you?" There she goes with her answer-questions.

She finally smiled, and sighed with relief. "Yeah. I haven't even thought of what I'd say to them yet."

"You imprudent child." Emily chuckled and messed Quinn's hair.

"You always tend to snap me back to reality, you know that?" Quinn asked seriously, but she sounded grateful.

She just smiled and shrugged. "Glad to help." Then her face turned unreadable. "Don't you have a key to your house?"

"I do. But my parents aren't here so I'd sleep at yours." The blonde said matter-of-factly.

"You didn't even ask for my permission yet." Emily pouted.

The blonde just scoffed. "You gave it to me minutes ago."

"That's because you said you can't go home because you didn't tell your parents that you're here." Emily stated.

Quinn just shrugged and stepped inside Emily's car, and so did the other girl.

The party went pretty normal, except, the celebrant wasn't all that happy.

"Em" Santana answered her phone.

"Quinn's at my house." Emily said briefly.

"What?! What happened?" the Latina asked worriedly.

"Nothing-" the Latina didn't even let Emily finished and rushed to the door.

"I'll be there in 10." She stated.

"Woah. Okay. You're leaving your own party?" Emily questioned.

"You're leaving your own party?" Hanna repeated unknowingly.

"How long have you been here?" Santana asked the blonde, cutting the line on her phone.

"A while." The blonde said, rubbing her own arms.

"You should be enjoying the party." The Latina said, slightly laughing mentally because she knows she should be the one enjoying.

"I could say the same for you." Hanna deadpanned. "Are you going to Quinn? Or Emily?" she asked bluntly.

"Both."

"Will you be back?" she simply asked.

Santana nodded and went inside her car.

"With Em?" she asked hopefully.

"I'm not sure yet." The brunette answered silently.

"Oh." She nodded and dismissed the Latina.

Santana didn't waste anymore time getting to her girlfriend.

"If it wasn't the great Santana Lopez." Emily greeted sarcastically.

"I was hurrying." The Latina said reason for ending their call abruptly earlier.

"Whatever. Anyways, she in my room." She led her on her room finding an almost asleep Quinn in her bed. "Quinn." Both of the girls said.

The blonde automatically stood up and hugged the Latina. "I'm sorry."

Santana laughed incredulously. "I kissed another girl and you're the one saying sorry." Before she even realized it, it slipped her mouth.

So she did kiss her, Quinn thought, slowly retreating from the hug. She expected it, yes, but it didn't stop her from hoping she won't.

"I'm gonna leave you guys-" Emily excused herself to give them some privacy.

Santana sighed and quickly grabbed Emily's hands.

"My mom isn't here. She's on Texas to visit Dad so you could take your time." Emily reassured.

"What I was about to say is that, I think there's someone waiting for you at my house." Santana hinted.

"Oh." Emily wasn't sure if it is, but she guessed it's either Hanna or Aria. She wasn't quite sure if she should be excited or nervous. "Would you two be okay here?"

"Yeah." The Latina nodded. And with that Emily closed the door.

Santana brought her attention back to the blonde who is now sitting on Emily's bed, looking at her hands. She sat beside her and held her girlfriend's hands. "It meant nothing, Q."

"I know." She said sadly. But it didn't hurt less—she wanted to say.

"They would suspect that we were together so I have to do something. Unfortunately my mind wasn't clear at that time. And she…she was just there." The Latina reasoned. Even herself, didn't find her words comforting.

"I'll tell them when they get home." Quinn stated indifferently. Santana was about to protest, on how she didn't need to do it now, on how she'd handle things differently from now on, but it didn't seem debatable so she just squeezed her hand. "Are you ready for that?"

Santana smiled. "I'm not so sure. No?"

"Me neither." The blonde answered. "But if wait until we're both ready we might be waiting for the rest of our lives, so let's do it. Okay?"

Santana nodded in agreement, watching this girl in front of her, admiring how brave she seems now.

"I was a bit rash. I should've controlled myself, but I know you were going to kiss her if I didn't stand up."

"I would've done the same thing, Babe." Santana tried to comfort her.

"Did y-"

"I don't think I'd ever enjoy kissing anyone else but you." The Latina said softly and sincerely, knowing what her girlfriend was about to ask.

The blonde smiled genuinely. "Would you like to come with me when I'd tell them?"

"Would you like me to be there?" when the Latina saw the uncertainty in the blonde's eyes she answered herself. "I'd like to be holding your hand in the most important events in your life, even if one of them is facing the wrath of your parents. In which, you know, I hope they wouldn't, because your dad is scary."

Quinn chuckled. "You know, you started at a very sweet speech but you ended up discomforting me."

Santana grunted. "I'm not good with words. You know that."

"It's okay. You're great at loving." Quinn deadpanned. Santana looked at her for a moment, with her endearing smile. She knew she was blushing.

"You're good at words." Santana stated.

"But not great at loving." Quinn sighed. "I guess we're balanced."

Santana kissed her on the cheek instead of saying something comforting.

They stayed silent for a while but Quinn knows Santana's gears were running.

Santana was thinking on the kiss she engaged before. Her kiss with Brittany earlier that night, and her past kisses with Brittany. Then her mind drifted on how Quinn looks at her, and how she never kissed her.

She thinks about how Brittany's and her past exes' kisses was lost in her mind comparing it to how the kiss in Quinn's eyes haunts her every passing day.

Quinn looked at her girlfriend, as if it was enough to communicate to the Latina. Santana looked back and opened her mouth but it took two deep breathes before she spoke. "What would you do if I kiss you now?" she asked hesitantly and carefully.

The blonde seem contemplate, but immediately came up with an answer. She stared at Santana, at her beautiful face and her plump lips, and realized she wanted nothing more but to taste it. "I would kiss you back."

"Well," the Latina leaned closer, and Quinn's legitimately concern that her heart might explode, "this is the part where I kiss you. I don't know if I'd be able to stop." Quinn just smiled and impatiently waited for their lips to touch.

It was the best first kiss in the history of first kisses for Quinn. It was as sweet as sugar, as warm as coffee. She felt like the world opened up and she fell inside. She was lost, it's like they were in their own little world, which she didn't know exactly where that might be but she didn't care. She didn't care because the only person who mattered was there with her.

"Hanna." Emily gently said waking the girl sitting on the porch.

It didn't take much effort for the blonde to open her eyes.

"You might get a cold here." The brunette said with concern.

"I was waiting for you." She said indifferently.

The girl could only sigh. "You wanted to talk about something?" she said, brushing away the thought that she herself waited for the blonde for quite some time to come around.

"It was Friday yesterday." Hanna started which earned a confused look from Emily.

"Yeah, as far as I remember it was." Emily answered awkwardly.

The blonde stood up and signaled Emily to stand up too. She breathed deeply, like she always do when she's about to say something important. "Would you be—are you still willing to be my Ms. Everyday?"

If ever I ask you to have lunch with me next Friday, would you come?" Emily asked casually. It shouldn't be making Hanna's heart tremble but it did.

The blonde smiled but her face fell just as fast, "I would want to." she frowned. "But I already promised my Fridays to Mr. Friday."

"Shame." Emily said, trying to sound indifferent. She put up her best smile. Although Hanna thinks it didn't reach her eyes. And the brunette might now know it but the blonde was as disappointed as she is.

"Then I'd be your Ms. Monday, Ms. Tuesday, Ms. Wednesday, Ms. Thursday, Ms. Saturday and Ms. Sunday." Emily looked at Hanna before continuing, as if looking for permission to continue. She was smiling genuinely, which is a good sign, so she continued. "Until one Friday, you'll wish that you are with me instead, and then I'll be your Ms. Everyday." Emily said confidently with her confident smile.

Emily's mouth opened agape. The blonde continued, "You don't know how often I think about you every Friday since then, Em." She's right. The brunette doesn't know because she was too busy contemplating on how Caleb seemed to be a better fit for the blonde. She's too busy envying on how Caleb seemed to be making Hanna smile.

The brunette wanted to say something, anything but she seemed mute at the moment. So Hanna did all the talking instead. "One Friday came, when I wished that he was you instead, that I was with you instead. And the Friday's after that was no different." She sighed. "I know you said that this might be false love that I'm feeling, but I honestly think you're wrong. You don't know how I feel, Emily. And I probably don't too, but if this feelings still doesn't mean that I'm in love with you, then nothing makes sense to me anymore."

There were tears on Hanna's cheeks, but she wasn't crying, at least that's what she'd like to think because she doesn't want to look weak, not now.

Emily thinks that the noble thing to do when someone is crying is to comfort them, but if someone's trying to hide their tears, like Hanna is doing, she thought it's also noble to pretend to not notice, and so she did. So although she wanted to tell the blonde to not cry, she settled for "I just wanted to make sure that if we enter a relationship, or anything, it wouldn't be a charity work for you."

Hanna scoffed. "I just poured my heart out in front of you, Emily. And you'll tell me is that you're worried that this is just all out of pity?" she let out a frustrated sigh. "Did you not hear me? I'm don't mean to brag, but I have far more past relationships to compare to, and may I tell you that I've never felt this." She said without breaks. "I've never felt so vulnerable in my life. And I hate you for rejecting me the last time, but I'd give you another chance."

Emily pursed her lips, not sure of what to say. She wanted to just jump at the blonde and tell her that she's deeply in love with her to, but there are just so many things to put into consideration. She overthinks, she knows it, but that's what she does best.

"I know you're gears are probably twisting and turning, right now. But could you please just stop overthinking and creating problems that doesn't even exist?"

Emily, this time, was not able to say something witty as a comeback. She just stood there like a freaking scarecrow and Hanna is frustrated because she wants an answer. She never begged, or confessed her undying love for anyone because her past boyfriends did those for her. She was frustrated because she used to just wait, because that's what girls are good at, but she realized that Emily is a girl too, so they'd both probably be waiting for each other, so she made a move.

But now even if she didn't want to, she seemed to regret it. Because Emily seemed like she's going to reject her again, and she didn't know if she could handle that because it was painful the first time. "Answer me for fuck's sake!" Hanna shouted emotionally.

It seemed to work because she felt Emily's soft lips on her cheeks. "Calm down." The brunette tasted the salt of her tears. It just seemed to be her thing; she cries whenever she says something from deep down her heart beside from biting her lip, and Emily was fond at her new discovery.

She held the blonde's both hands, and Hanna stared at their intertwined hands. All she could think of was Emily's smooth hands wrapped in hers. It felt different from a month ago. Maybe it has something to do with affection, or love, or it might be something about not holding back.

"Believe me, Em. I'm in love with you." She said while her eyes were still fixed on their hands. "I guess I feel in love with you that moment on The Circle. Or maybe I was in love with you when you were acting all protective on us, or maybe even long before that." She then looked at Emily's eyes that were fixed on her, "But I don't have the confidence to confirm when actually because now that I look at you, it seems to me that there was never been a time that I wasn't in love with you."

Emily pulled the blonde close, kissing her, taking her by surprise. The blonde looked at her, touching her lips where the brunette's kiss lingered. It was a kiss that for her would never really end. Interrupted? probably. Paused? certainly. But for her, from that moment onward, she sees herself a breath away from kissing her again.

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