Quinn's phone had been pretty dry for a few days, which wasn't too surprising to her. She wanted to give Santana space, so she would wait for her to text first. Or to call.

What she did know from the couple of conversations she had with Santana was that practices were extra long, Daytona prep proved to be a new level of hell and it absolutely wiped her out. She called one right before she went to bed and she could barely keep her eyes open. Quinn didn't keep her on the phone for long at night because she knew how important this competition was. But what was more important was that Santana got rest. She had KT tape on her left shoulder, which was a reoccurring injury since high school.

"Hey Q, anything from Santana toady?" It was Tuesday night, Quinn and her roommates were home and had just finished eating dinner.

"Nothing, but she's busy. Daytona is soon, and their prep is outrageous. Way more than anything Sue could've ever thrown at us."

Jess closed her laptop, and looked up at Quinn. Emily turned the recliner towards her as well. "Quinn? Let's talk."

Santana felt like she had taken a few steps backwards. Even though her conversation with Quinn the other day wasn't that bad, she still felt it.

It distracted her and caused her to mess up on a simple stunt that ended with her being caught wrong and it hurt her shoulder. She didn't tell Quinn that though, when they talked on FaceTime the other night. She tried her best to hide the KT tape, but the athletic trainer only had the brightest color of pink known to man.

When she was questioned by Quinn, she lied. She lied because she didn't want Quinn worrying about her more than she already was. Santana knew that Quinn was worried after their conversation the day she was hungover.

Practice had just finished and Santana was going to the athletic trainers office to ice her shoulder. It was a good way to end a long day. When she got there, Jay was just getting into the ice bath. She was a tumbler for the co-ed team.

"Hey San. You okay?"

"Yeah, just a old shoulder injury I've had for a while. I tweaked it when I cradled wrong." Santana sat on the treatment bed directly across of Jay.

"Ah I see." Jay shifted in her tub. "How's your girlfriend?"

Santana looked shocked. "What girlfriend?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Cait was saying that the girl you were talking to the night of the party was you girlfriend. Was she joking? Because oh- shit. I'm sorry dude."

That's when she remembered what Caitlyn was saying as she walked out onto the balcony as she shut the door. This bitch, she thought to herself.

"No it's okay. Quinn's a friend of mine from high school. One of my best friends actually."

"Oh! Is that the girl that came to a couple of our practices? The blonde one."

"Yeah, that's her." Santana replied. "But I don't know, lately-"

"Lately you think that you might have feelings for her."

Santana thought about what she was about to say next. Never, in her wildest dreams did she think that she would admit to having feelings for Quinn. But it was a different reality now. Santana deserved to be happy. And for the last few weeks? That's what Quinn had done for her.

"Yeah. I think I might have feelings for her. You mind if I talk to you about it?"

"Go for it"

Daytona was here. The team had flown into Florida on Friday morning and got settled in their hotel. The stunt competition wasn't until April 11th, which left Santana and her team time to watch the co-ed team do their routine.

The weekend was fun, Santana watched as their co-ed team hit all their stunts and stay in what seemed like perfect sync for their entire routine. The crowd was going crazy, which only pumped up the girls more.

But before Santana knew it, it was the 11th and it was their turn. She couldn't sleep the night before. So she got up from her bed and went outside to call Quinn.

"San?" The room was dark. And Quinn looked like she had just woke up. "You okay?"

"I'm nervous, Q. This competition is huge. I'm the only freshman on the stunt team. What if I fuck up and lose it for them?"

"You won't San. You got this. I watched the videos that I took when I visited and compared them to the ones you sent me from your last practice and your guys routine is tight. Don't overthink it."

"There's just so much riding on this."

"Hey. Don't worry. You'll be okay San. I wish I could've came, I just couldn't get out of the council meeting tomorrow morning." Quinn gave Santana a sad look. "I'm sorry."

"No it's okay I promise." Santana heard one of the girls get up and go to the bathroom. "I better get back inside and try to get some sleep. I'll call you the moment we finish tomorrow okay?"

"Alright. And hey San? I'm proud of you, you know." Quinn smiled.

"Thanks Q. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Quinn turned the light back on, to reveal Emily and Jess sitting on the opposite bed of the hotel room.

"You think she knew?"

"No, she has no idea."

Competition day had started, and the size of the crowd intimidated Santana a little. She knew there were a lot of people, and she was hoping that people would've opted out of watching the last day. But she was wrong. They were backstage now, up next.

"Okay. San, relax. We got this." Caitlyn was holding Santana by her shoulders. "Pacing is gonna psych you out. Trust me. My first Daytona comp I was a mess, but once I got out there I was okay. You'll be okay. Our routine is flawless."

Santana nodded, no words coming out of her mouth. She had never been this nervous before a competition before, and it shook her to her core.

What if they lose?

No. She couldn't think that way.

"Hey huddle up. Real quick." Morgan and Justine walked over from the curtains. They all held hands, arms crossed over one another. "Okay. We got this. Just hit on time, and we'll be okay. Don't overthink it. Let's bring home this dub."

The announcer called them out, and Santana knew it was game time. Everything that they had been working towards all year came down to this moment.

The crowd was deafening. Santana's heart was ready to burst. The music began and the adrenaline took over. All she needed to do was hit her stunts like she did at practice, and she knew they had it in the bag.

Everything was flawless. Like the co-ed team, they felt like their performance was near perfect. No flaws, no stumbles.

When the music ended, the girls hugged each other in excitement. They couldn't be happier, knowing that they left everything on the mat.

They got off of the stage to join their team in the crowd, when someone caught Santana's eye. She turned, to see Quinn standing there with flowers in hand.

Santana smiled, the biggest smile she ever had in a long time.

"Q!" Her yell caught the attention of her teammates, who were now watching her run over to her friend. "What are you doing here?"

"I told you, I wasn't going to miss this." Santana picked Quinn up and spun her in a circle. She put her down and when they let go, Quinn saw that Santana was crying. "You did so good San. I'm proud of you."

Gently, she wiped the tear that was falling down Santana's cheek. They locked eyes like they did before. In the bed, at the airport.

Santana placed her hand on Quinn's cheek. For the first time in a long time, she felt okay. She felt whole. Quinn didn't have to make the trip to Daytona for her, but she did. Quinn had done a lot more than she needed to the past few weeks, and even though Santana stumbled? Quinn was always there to catch her.

She kissed Quinn and everything felt right. It felt like everything was as it should have been.

"I guess this saves us a conversation?"

"It does."