It's nearly mid day when Santana wakes up with the sun is beaming on her face. She's sweating, and not surprisingly- half naked. Sometime during the night she must've taken her shirt off. It happened often and regularly. Quinn was turned away from her, facing the opposite wall. The way the light shown on her back accented all her muscles. Santana took a few seconds to stare. Quinn carried the weight of the world most days, especially throughout high school. You would've never known that if you didn't see her go through it, which is why Santana carried Quinn in her heart.

Her best friend was undoubtedly one of the strongest people she had ever known, and someone she looked up to for years. Not that she would ever tell her that.

Santana got up from the bed and walked out onto the balcony. She threw her shirt over her shoulder, while enjoying the view while she could. Their checkout time was noon, so she wanted to take in all the beauty she could before she had to leave. The weekend had been a complete disaster. Ms. Pillsbury running out before the ceremony, watching Brittany and Sam be all couply and Quinn having to deal with Rachel being pregnant with Finn's baby.

What worried her, was that once they leave the hotel- they'd be going their separate ways. She'd be heading back to Louisville, and Quinn to New Haven. Santana didn't want her friend spiraling. Which was bound to happen, because that's just who Quinn was. She thought back to senior year when Quinn decided to dye her hair pink and become a skank, and she laughed. That was also when she started smoking. When she finally got her shit together, Quinn initially promised Santana and Brittany that she would quit but it never happened.

And all it took was one weekend with Santana not getting her way. Not being able to show Brittany the love she had inside of her because yet another boy was in the way. Not that it was a problem that it was Sam, or that he was a boy. It was primarily because it wasn't her.

Santana heard Quinn get out of bed and head to the bathroom. She decided to get a cigarette out and smoke it. But before she had the chance to light it, Quinn grabbed her hand to stop her. The action startled Santana, and when she turned to look at her friend she was laughing because she knew she had scared her.

"Told you, it only takes one." She slips the cigarette out of Santana's fingertips and into her own. "I'll take this."

"Look who's all high and mighty now." Santana smirked. She took a seat on the chair next to Quinn's and got comfortable. "Since when were you the one being a good influence? Even though you're technically not, because there you are smoking it."

Quinn reached her hand out to give the cigarette to Santana. "Maybe I just wanted to share."

Even though neither of the girls were going to say it, they both knew that they would've never made it through this weekend without each other. It was a shame that majority of the weekend was spent hurt or crying, but it was what it was. There was also sex, but there was no way in hell that they were ever going to talk about that.

Quinn looked out over the lake, watching the birds fly over and take dips once in a while. She had an ongoing battle in her mind- deciding if she should tell Santana about Brittany's visit last night. What good would it do, telling her? Would it be giving Santana false hope? It would be. And that's why she wasn't going to tell her. She turned to her friend who was taking a drag of the cigarette.

"It's weird, because as much as I wanted this weekend to end? I don't really want it to. Louisville is a drag. I have no friends, and I don't have you." Santana handed the cigarette back to Quinn. "Why can't New Haven be closer to Louisville?"

"It's just the way the world is, S." Quinn said before she took a drag of the cigarette. "You- gonna be okay though?"

"I'll be alright. I just have to get back into the routine of things, I guess. How about you?"

"It's nothing I'm not already used to. Can you imagine though? I spent all that time chasing Finn, and resenting Rachel for taking him from me. And now? I'm chasing Rachel? The world works in mysterious ways." She laughed. "I'm surprised you haven't made any jokes about it yet. It isn't like you."

"Naw, I didn't feel the need to. I mean, I saw the hurt in your eyes Q. I wasn't planning on making any jokes about it. I care about you. I would never joke to you about that."

And with that sentence? Butterflies appeared in Quinn's stomach.

It was strange, but not unwelcomed.

Around noon, Santana and Quinn began to head downstairs to the lobby. They turned their keys into the front desk and walked out to the breezeway where they waited for their uber to arrive.

Brittany walked out shortly after. Sam was at the front desk. Santana waved to her, and Brittany gave her a small wave back. Quinn and Brittany locked eyes but no gestures were made.

"What was that all about?" Santana asked.

"Nothing." Quinn replied. And she left it at that.

She figured that Brittany was probably upset with her. What Quinn said last night wasn't wrong though, because she knew Santana deserved to be happy. Brittany couldn't have the best of both worlds. It wasn't fair. It was selfish of her.

Santana shook Quinn from her thoughts to let her know that the Uber was here.

The ride to the airport went by too fast. Soon, the girls were saying their goodbyes. Santana was leaving before Quinn, so they we standing outside of her gate as the other people on her flight began to board.

"You can call me anytime okay? Day or night. I don't care even if it's 4 in the morning."

"San you know that you'll be grouchy." Quinn laughed. "But thank you. And the same goes for you too, okay?"

They hugged, and Quinn felt that they held on for a little longer than normal. When they released, their eyes met. It was familiar, a place they had been in before but this time Santana kissed her on the cheek.

"I love you, Q."

"I love you too San."

Quinn watched as Santana scanned her ticket in and walked down the platform. But before she got too far, she stopped and turned.

Santana smiled, knowing that Quinn had been watching her walk away. She gave her a wave, and Quinn returned it. Santana turned around and walked down and out of Quinn's view.

For the last few days, Quinn had been counting down the minutes until the weekend was over. And now she wished she had just a little more time.

More time to relax, to talk. To laugh and enjoy time with no one else but Santana. The thought of her made her cheeks warm. She was sitting in one of the airport chairs facing the windows so she could see Santana's plane. It was reversing now, and she watched as her best friend was leaving.

Now she could only wonder if Santana was looking back at the airport, hoping that she was watching her too.